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Hello readers!!!!

This is my first fictional story and my all further stories will also going to be fictional cause I am virgin and they are my fantasies.

Kindly don’t ignore the mistakes and tell me what they are so that I can learn by my mistakes.

Well about myself. I am an Indian boy that’s all I can tell you. If you wanna know about me then contact me on my email address i.e. [email protected].

Now my fantasy begins

I am Akash lives in India and I am a college going boy. My childhood was awesome because I was very naughty and spent my childhood with my joint family.

And from childhood I was of very shy nature actually you can say dumb boy who didn’t have guts to talk to any girl.

But when I entered into college for graduation I saw pretty new faces and was checking out all girls in my class and my eyes got stuck on one girl.

Let’s call her Sneha, pretty face, around 5’8 of height with fine assets, amazing figure of 30 28 32 and most mesmerizing part was her eyes n lips.

Those rosy lips just wanted to touch once with my lips with my all love but as I told I was very shy. I just always had a thought in my mind that if I will ask any girl to be my friend n if she refuses than I don’t want to feel that heartbroken type of pain.

I was scared to feel pain. Days passed but I didn’t show my intentions towards her to anyone.

Teacher made me the class representative of the class because my attendance was highest among all students. Days passed like all days I somehow managed to know that where she takes coaching classes.

The very next day I joined it too and my first day of coaching and what da fuck I got late. When I entered all were settled on their respective seats and as I was new there all were watching me.

I was standing like stupid sir told me to sit I saw the seat and that was besides her and I didn’t wanted to sit there I was scared. I somehow sat there and I was damn nervous that I started sweating and tried to concentrate on what the sir was teaching. I didn’t even know if she saw me or not.

Next day at college she looked at me I looked at her no one smiled and after few days in class. She called me and asked for notes and obviously I gave her.

She said “thank you” and was waiting for me to respond but I was continuously watching her beauty. Then I came to senses and said “welcome”. My first conversation with her I was feeling that I am the luckiest person in the world.

After that one fine day in coaching she came late and sat next to me and while the sir was teaching she said hi to me but when I looked at her.

My god she was looking damn hot n I was continuously watching her than sir pointed me and said better concentrate on studies than she blushed and me too on my act.

That night I searched her on Facebook and sent her friend request which she accepted. After sometime I saw her online and text her.

She replied our talk begins I asked her “can we be friends” she said “I thought we r already”. I was very happy after some days we both were comfortable with each other.

One day I asked r u on whatsapp she said yeah I said let’s talk there and she shared her number and chatted with her. My God her dp was awesome which I told her too.

While once chatting I asked her out for coffee she said yeah and next day I was waiting for her in coffee shop and when she came. My heart beat got increased.

She was looking gorgeous in blue jeans and red tight top her assets were trying hard to come out from top and she sat next to me and there first time I hold her hand.

And she was blushing n me too after that day we started meeting outside than one day we met in a park she was mad at me cause last night I fall asleep while chatting with her.

And she waited for me for 1 hour and now I have to make her calm down today and this was first time she got angry on me so I bought her red roses and her favorite chocolates.

When we met her face was red due to anger she started shouting where the hell were you and was continuously shouting than I don’t know from where I got courage.

I showed her the roses and said I love you and she suddenly stopped yelling at me and tears rolled from her eyes and gave me a tight slap.

I thought what the fuck I have done now you are going to lose her friendship than she said sorry for slapping but u deserve it cause u took a lot of time to say that. I love you too stupid.

I just couldn’t believe in my ears that what they just heard and she was still crying. I was not able to see her tears so I just kissed her eyes one by one n hugged her.

My god that feeling was awesome. I will never forget that hug. My first hug and then we sat in the park and ate chocolate together 🙂

After that lovely moment we started dating. We were very happy specially me. One day she called me her home and said she is alone n come we can some quality time.

I reached her home and as she opened the door I was dumbstruck she was looking gorgeous. She was wearing the shorts n sleeveless top.

We hugged tightly and then she bought cold drinks and sat with me on sofa but I wanted her to be in my arms so I pulled her towards me n made her sit on my lap facing towards me.

And looked deep into her eyes and kissed her forehead and said “I really love you. I really do” and she melted in my arms and we hugged tightly.

I was feeling her boobs pressed hard on my chest which I really didn’t wanted to feel. It’s not the first time I was hugging her but today I was feeling different. I was losing control.

I was rubbing her back continuously now we broke the hug n looked into each other eyes and I couldn’t resist her lips so I placed my lips on her lips.

And just started kissing by keeping my hand in her hairs on her head n was kissing her. After 2 min she starts responding but suddenly she broke the kiss and ran into her room n locked it.

I was in shock I knocked her door and called out her name many times but she didn’t respond than I left from there.

That night we didn’t chatted at 12 she ping me good night but I didn’t replied cause I was in the guilt but she thought I am angry by the behavior of her.

So next day I didn’t go to college and was alone at home cause mom n dad was at work. I was lying on my bed and door bell rang.

I was in t-shirt n boxer n opened the door and there she was standing at the door in college dress (she bunked). She silently came in n I was thinking that now it’s time to say so just turn back n say sorry to her.

As I closed the door and turned back she held my face and placed her lips on mine, tears rolled out from my eyes. I hugged her tightly but broke the kiss and stared her moist eyes.

She said “I’m so sorry about yesterday actually I got scared, I thought you just will just fuck me n ditch me”.

I kept my finger on her lips and said “are you mad baby, I am in shock that u thought about me like that I don’t want to fuck you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and me too sorry that I gone far away. I don’t know that time what had happened to me that I kissed you but I promise I will not repeat it again”.

She said “I am so sorry and now you can kiss me cause I trust you” and she started to smooch.

I too cooperated and I started sucking her tongue than her lips and every inch of it. We started to get horny but I tried to keep control but she started removing my t shirt n started kissing my chest.

I got mad and grabbed her head started kissing her neck than I asked her “do you want to continue, are you sure about this. She nodded her head in yes and blushed.

Then I carried her to the bedroom n dropped her on bed by kissing her on her neck she was moaning my name. I started giving wet kisses on her neck.

Then I loosened her tie and opened the first button of her shirt and gave a wet kiss of my warm lips on her cleavage and she moaned hard.

I than opened her second button and kissed there and opened rest of the buttons of shirt and what I was amazing.

I think it’s getting a bit long. If u guys like the story and want to enjoy my fiction than mail me at [email protected] or leave the comments below thank you!

This is not a normal story, either. It is again not linear. It is probably not going to turn you on. Go away if you don’t wanna read it. It is a non continuous sequel to my earlier story (search for it, ISS has a perfectly good search feature). As before, it will have gaps and I’m not gonna explain although I’ll give too much details for random things. As always, reachable at [email protected] and don’t care if you think this story is not true.

“Baby, we need the money,” Smriti said as I carefully waxed up Kritikaji’s armpits and applied the peel off strip. “You don’t expect Kritika or myself to sell our asses no?” she said, checking her armpits and pussy to see if I did a good enough job with her waxing; “We are natural doms and you are a natural slave. We’ll hate it, you’ll like it. Tu samajhta kaiko nahi?”

Kritikaji pulled my face up and kissed me tenderly. “Look, we had to quit and you know that. None of us were gonna put up with that idiot after he found out about us. And we are living a lavish lifestyle; karche ka paise teri maa ki phuddi thodi degi! We aren’t saying you have to and you know that. Smriti is being a bitch (Smriti came over and playfully slapped Kritikaji on her shoulder and started squeezing my balls as she likes to do when she is bored, and stuck a vibrator down her pussy) and using emo on my baby (she stuck her tongue down my throat and French kissed me for a minute). All we are saying is that we have a chance to make some money. We saw the rules; they cannot permanently scar you, nor can they do anything like cutting you or burning you and all. I know you don’t like dom without the cooling off, but it might be fun. I know how much my baby likes doing deviant stuff and being dominated (and she gives a mischievous grin and three tight slaps on my face)”.

I grinned back. “That’s true! I’m just being a scared cat, being Smriti’s pansy slave that I am (I yelped a bit as Smriti playfully squeezed my balls extra tight here). But promise me no more than a week at a time and no back to back weeks na? I wanna be with you guys!” “Obviously,” both chorused as I peeled off the strips off Kritikaji to finish her waxing job and clambered up onto the bed with Smriti and pulled her vibrator out. As I entered my goddess’ wondrous pussy, Kritikaji wore the strap-on with the (now modified to be so) double dildo and entered my ass. “It is all controlled and these are high society chaps. They are paying us a minimum of five fucking lakh for a week. How bad could it be, really?” Smriti said, between her satisfied purring as I plough her deeper. “Yeah, how bad could it be”, I echoed, still worried, as Kritikaji’s nine inch long and four inches wide extra massive strap-on forced its way painfully into my anus, making me scream and push deeper into Smriti.

To be honest, I was scared as shit. I thought back to the stupid day when I insisted on fucking both Smriti and Kritikaji at the same time in the board room of the o. Who the fuck knew there would be people in office at 9 in the night when office closes at 6! The three of us booked the board office room claiming it was for a new project. Right from 7 in the evening, we were running around naked in the board room, them whipping my ass, punching my balls while I lay on the board room’s huge table, making me drink their piss (and fuck we had to be careful with that since I couldn’t spill even a drop in the board room!) We had kept our shirts on in case anyone decided to knock. We figured we’ll sit on the other side of the table, away from the door. Kritikaji had worn a skirt so we figured she can quickly slip it on and open the door. Only we were sure no one would bother since no one would be around. Unfortunately, this motherfucker of an ass-licker to our team’s manager turned up to pick some files up at the office. He noticed the board room’s light from under the door and knocked.

We quickly scrambled to set the stuff on the table, and ran behind it and sat. Kritikaji put her skirt on super fast and got the door. While it was a good plan, we didn’t account for one thing; the smell. The entire air-conditioned board room smelt of pussy! Figuring something was up, the motherfucker walked in, acting all normal and inquiring how come we were working in so late. Sure enough he walked over to the other side of the table and saw both Smriti and I naked from the bottom down, me with a raging hard-on and a condom on. “Ah, having our little fuck session in the board room eh?” he said and tried cupping Smriti’s breasts. Obviously Smriti got up and slapped his face. “Kya bey kutti! You’ll give your sopping hairy pussy to him but not me?” he yelled, grabbing Smriti by her cunt. Before I could do anything, Kritikaji, with her famous temper, grabbed the IP phone off the desk and banged him at the nape with it; the man crumpled down unconscious.

Fortunately, I had some presence of mind. I realized we were done for in this office, given that the motherfucker was boss’ favourite and Smriti wasn’t exactly the apple of his eye. I figured we might as well make the most of it as we quit. I calmed Kritikaji down, who was still kicking the motherfucker, gave her a deep kiss and sat her down. Then I managed to help Smriti regain her composure – the poor thing was supremely pissed at being manhandled by this motherfucker – and explained the only way out to them. Smriti made the call to our manager.

“Sir, this is Smriti here. We were working late today when Santosh turned up at office, presumably drunk (thankfully for us, he did have a drink! Hardly drunk, but it worked for us.) The bastard saw us and hurled expletives at Kritika and me, calling us whores who sleep around to get ahead (here she shuddered. Of course, it was actually because I was licking her and she hit an orgasm, but the shudder seemed in place with the conversation!) He called Baby an asshole who tries fucking every woman he can get. Then he proceeded to assault and grope us. It was filthy. Kritika managed to knock him out unconscious. Expect our resignations first thing in the morning tomorrow, and our lawsuit in the afternoon; we cannot work here.”

We settled the matter for a sumptuous hundred and fifty lakhs, with an agreement never to work for the company or any of its affiliates. The manager obviously believed his lackey and not us, but had no option; they had no real evidence on us and we had a rock solid case! The day we got the money, Smriti and Kritikaji almost smothered me to death pressing my face to their boobs! Sadly, the women had no idea how to save, and blew almost a crore within the year, taking trips to exotic locations, and obviously buying more stuff to enjoy my slavery with, apart from shitloads of clothes and shoes! With fifty lakhs in the bank and three mouths to feed, none of whom wanted to get back to an office anymore after the year of decadent, depraved luxury, we were where we are now – trying to sell my ass for money.

Thankfully, I wasn’t being pimped out to some random pervert at Kamathipura! This was a high class underground invite only gig with enough screenings to ensure only the highest class of people got in. We ourselves were damn lucky to have even gotten invited, much less offer ourselves (well, myself) for sale! In one of the few aborted attempts to earn money over the past couple of months, Smriti and Kritikaji decided to offer themselves as professional doms for money. A surprisingly large number of perverts got through to them but barely even ten percent of them had the money to pay the demanded fifty thousand for a day price (we had to keep it high enough to ensure we don’t fall in the radar of normal pimps or desperate perverts). Even of the seven who did turn up, five of them couldn’t put up with the sheer cruelty of my lovely mistress’ angry punishments. Smriti and Kritikaji were surprised I could put up with it and loved me more for it after this.

A dom guy saw the ad we had put out and called to check if we were for real. Realizing we were, he thought to hook Smriti and Kritikaji onto this community of high society doms who throw money away to get obedient slaves. “There are rules, but not many follow them too strictly,” he said, attempting to convince them to take it up, “and I’m sure the five lakhs a week minimum bid would hardly be a problem for you!” not realizing they were noveau rich and barely had any money left to afford luxuries like slaves. But Kritikaji had entirely different plans; sell me for money and live like the rich spoil brat that she became. Kritikaji fled her house after the incident at the office; her folks did not trust her version and wanted nothing to do with her. She lived with Smriti and I, and both of us loved her too much to deny anything. Although I do her wrong – she loved me more than Smriti and was always gentler and more compassionate than my Mistress (as the incident from the last story showed). It was Kritikaji who convinced Smriti to even consider selling me; Mistress was dead against it initially.

So we got our background checks run. Thankfully, they asked for the last ten months’ bank account report as part of the background check and we seemed like filthy stinking rich fucks on its basis; we got the hundred and fifty lakhs in installments of ten lakhs for the first year and the last thirty in one go. And we eventually went for our first meeting; obviously with no intent of buying or selling – we just wanted to check the place out first. The meeting happened in the residence of one of the community’s richer and more famous people and was shown to the outside world as an exclusive invite only to that party. Smriti bought and wore a Gucci dress while Kritikaji went all out, wearing one by Armani, and her Charles and Keith boots. I loved dressing both of them up that day, and the makeup was extra special since both wanted to be sure they fit in. I, of course, had to go as their slave so went buck naked and with a Versace collar and chain and my first (and still favorite) chastity cage.

I crawled on all fours for the entire event, attached to Kritikaji since she wanted to seem “cool” with her slave. She kept tugging my chain harder, spanking me with a paddle occasionally, and of course perpetually crushing my balls; I loved it! She even made me eat her out during some of the bids, while Smriti went over to make out with a few of the participants, in an attempt to socialize. Kritikaji, of course, had to show me off to a bimbo of a guy just so he would make out with her.

It was a very demure affair, with no flashy lights (it was mostly dimmed indirect lighting anyway) or noise. These people meant business and it was clear; slaves were quietly brought onto the stage nude, arms behind their head and legs spread wide. While an announcer softly announced details of the slave, his/her stats, and proclivities and pain threshold. The most shocking part of the event, however, was the sheer number of celebrities there! Business people, Bollywood stars, Sports persons, TV celebrities, and a whole bunch of unknown but filthy stinking rich people were around. I was glad I came as a slave – I won’t have been able to socialize with these people. Smriti was happily squeezing a famous fat businessman’s tiny penis and balls while making out with his botoxed wife. I just kept my face firmly in Kritikaji’s pussy the rest of the event, ensconced in her thighs and escaped the evening. We had wonderful sex that night back at home!

And now, today, I was to be sold here. I was freaked! But I maintained my brave face as Kritikaji deposited me to the auctioneer’s assistant and gave my details and took my chastity cage off. I was sat between two smoking hot chicks; sadly, the slaves were to not talk to each other. They gave me a Viagra to ensure I had a hard on through the auctioning, which I definitely didn’t need with the women next to me, but took anyway. And then it started. The celebrity slaves were the first ones up – these were low level, small appearances and TV stars, who had obviously turned to being slaves for lack of money or success. One guy even fetched seventy five lakhs for a week! These high society wives are sure horny and perverted! I was fascinated as I heard the auction going on – one poor chick couldn’t fetch even the bare minimum five lakhs and was eventually Dutch auctioned for three lakhs for a month. To rub in the humiliation, her new owner made her suck willing cocks while he bought some more; I felt supremely horny looking at it while worrying if I’ll get the five lakhs minimum!

My heart raced faster as the guy before the chick on my right was called on stage. Vinod had a fantastic lean body, not an ounce of fat on him! He had a needle dick which he proudly flaunted – clearly he was in this for the fun! Then the chick next to me – Apurbo; man, she knew how to show her body off! Guess she was a favorite bitch, fetched forty lakhs from the wife of the businessman Smriti was making out with the other day. And then it was my turn. I could barely stand up with the sheer adrenaline rush and the abject fear mixing in me. I staggered my way onto the stage and was almost blinded by the bright light – couldn’t see anything.

“This is a new one!” whispered the announcer ever so softly into the microphone as I stood with my hands behind my head flushed with shame as I felt the scrutiny of the unseen eyes of the perverts. “It (the reference to the slaves as “it” made me hornier than ever) has been a slave for almost two years under a couple of our most brutal friends. It is touted as a most wonderful submissive that can take any amount of shaming and pain with ridiculous glee; supposed to be a natural humiliation lover. As you can see, it has a spotless and big body and wide shoulders. That hard on would be fun to torture and deny. I’m sure! It’s the perfect case of a dominant male being subject to your every whims, because this, friends, is a slave willing to forgo the “no cbt” rule!” It took a lot of effort not to flinch as I heard that. Kritikaji told me last night as we were about to sleep that she will consider selling me as a cbt enabled slave so I earn more and refused to let me speak after that, gagging me with a ball gag and spooning me into sleep. I was freaked, I was eager.

The bidding started. Obviously I cleared the five lakh and even jumped into the ten lakh range thanks to the cbt enabling. I fetched a cool eighteen lakhs eventually, but had no idea who I was sold to. I was dragged off the stage and was gagged, blindfolded and hog and elbow tied. Thankfully, I knew what was happening – my new owner had special delivery request; I was to be a gift for his wife/girlfriend/secretary/who knows, and these guys were gift wrapping me. Then I felt a sharp jab in my arm and everything went dark and I lost consciousness.

To be continued.

Hi, my name is Freddie. This is my first story of how I lost my virginity. I am an engineer by profession working in a reputed company in Delhi NCR. This story happened about 2 years back when I was still a bachelor. Being a bachelor I had a lot of desire for sex. I am average built, shy guy around 5 feet 9 inches with a manhood of 6 inches long and 1.5 inch wide. I used to stay in the apartment allotted by my employee. As I was alone I used to stay with one of my colleague who had his own apartment.

We were 5 friends who would dine in his house. That friend of mine was married but was living separately from his wife due to his official commitments for many years. They used to call some girls to his house on weekends for having sex and would ask me to have sex with one of those girls if I wanted for which I always said no. I had always thought I would lose my virginity after my marriage. But these guys would always tease me that I am unable to handle pressure so I was giving reasons to them. This went on for many days.

Then it happened so that only I and my colleague were left here as the other three got transferred. He used to call one lady every weekend and fuck her rigorously. Since only us two would be there that lady used to roam around nude in the house. I got adjusted to these scenes. I would get tempted to fuck her but I controlled myself. As days passed I also got bolder and used to squeeze her boobs while she would be in the house and later on used to get a blow job from her after giving her 200 rupees.

Then starts the real story; a maid used to come to my friends house to clean. Her name was Kamla. She was average built lady around 35 years from Bihar. She was not that attractive. Her boobs hung loose since she wouldn’t wear any bra. I never had any intentions to get close to her. She used to do all the work and take away the leftovers from the house. My friend used to tease her and used to fondle her breast and press his prick on her ass. All she would say was “kya kar rahe ho bhaiyya” and would not react against him.

After watching how he seduces her I also thought of giving it a try. I asked her to clean my house too -after finishing work at my friend’s house. For the first few days, I used to follow her every way she would go. That would serve two purposes. One I used to get to check on her for her work and the other to get to see her swaying boobs. One day, after I gained some courage I went near her while she was cleaning the dishes and put my hand on her boobs. She was not expecting this and gave out a loud cry. She started abusing me saying “padhe likhe hoke aise cheez karte ho. Sharam nahi aati. Hum aisi aurat nahi hai”. I don’t know how I got courage that day and I replied “saali, maderchod jab bhaiyya haat lagata hai aur apna lund tumhare gand par tikatha hai tab tum shariff nahi thi. Maine dekha hai unhe tumhe chodte hue. Hearing this she got silent and after some time came near me saying ‘mai to tumhe bhaiyya bulati hoon aur tumhara aise baat karna acchha nahi hai”.

I was blinded by lust and I replied to her that ‘Tu mujhe bhaiyya bolti hai theek hai lekin mai to behenchod hu aur tumhe chod ke rahunga”. I just pulled her near me and hugged her closely. My one hand was on her ass and the other was pressing her mouth so that she won’t utter a word. I pulled her sari down and pulled the string of her petticoat. She was not wearing any panties. I lifted her up and took her to the bedroom. I said saali ek baar jane to de under uske baad tu hi bolegi aur dalo aisa chodunga. She fell silent. I took out a condom which I had brought just for this and put it on my throbbing manhood. She saw it and said she said “aapka lund to bhaiyya se bhi lamba hai. Thoda araam se daalna bhaiyya”. I understood that she had totally submitted to my wishes.

I parted her thighs with force and in one go plunged into her. She let out a loud cry which I muted using my hand. I started to fuck her hard. Since this was my first fuck I dint last for too long and within 10 min I cum. I just fell on her after finishing my work. She said “bhaiyya agar mujhe pata hota ke aap itne acchhe se chodoge to me pehle hi maan jati”. I said ‘koi baat nahi Kamla ab to jaan gayi ho na ab to dene me sharmaogi nahi’. She said “nahi bhaiyya, tum tumhari is behen ki choot jab mangoge tab tume dene keliye me aajaungi. Jab bhi chayiye ho ghar saaf karne ke bahane bhula lena. Me ghar ke saat saat tumhara lund bhi saaf karke jaaungi”.

I happened to have a relation with her till I got married. But between those times, I fucked all her holes and also seduced her to bring her divorced daughter to me. That’s a different story. If you like this story, then please send your comments and feedback on [email protected]. Any unsatisfied lady wanting sex can contact me for having hardcore sex while maintaining secrecy.

Well guys this is the story of shy guy. Some of you must know me from my previous stories which had come on this beautiful and amazing site. To whoever who don’t know me, I am Sameer from one of the popular metros , 38 year old married bi-curious guy, having a normal body structure and a good tool to satisfy the needy ladies. After a long time I am writing down my experiences. Those genuine ladies and couples wishing to contact me can do it at [email protected]

In my previous stories I had mentioned about how I got introduced to the beautiful world of sex at the age of 20 by my colleagues. After getting knowledge about sex, my hormones became uncontrollable. I used to see my sexy colleagues as sex goddess and had some good time with them. But this story is a bit long and about how I got physically involved with my married colleague. She was a sex bomb and I had just joined the firm. The firm was full of good looking girls but most of them were married. I lost hopes of doing any fun with them as never had thought in my wildest imagination that they will be more fun to be.

The first few months went in knowing each other and bonding with them. As I was one of the eligible bachelors at that time, there was no issue of timings for me and I used to be a help to them in their work and some of their personal too. Sometimes I used to drop them at their homes when we used to work late. In this way I got friendly with their family also.

During one such visit to their home, my colleague’s hubby insisted me on having dinner as it was late and the next day was Sunday. Let’s call my colleague as Shona. In her home apart from my Shona, her hubby and a small child of 1 year was there. After much insisting I agreed for dinner with them. Shona asked to wait for some time as she had to warm the dinner. Meanwhile her hubby asked me to have a drink with him. Reluctantly I agreed and Shona got 3 glasses out from kitchen. When I asked her about the 3rd glass she said that she too would love to have a drink while working in the kitchen. Her hubby made 3 pegs and I went to the kitchen to get ice cubes. When I went there, Shona told me that her hubby is a heavy drinker and asked me to go slow as she wanted to enjoy and did not want 2 drunken males in the night. I couldn’t understand what she meant, but then slowed my drink as I had to drive back home also.

Meanwhile Shona changed to nighty and sat with us after keeping the food on gas. While I was on the verge of completing my 1st peg, her hubby had already started his 3rd large peg. We all kept on chatting about various topics which included my marriage and out of blue; Shona asked me what type of a girl I like and if I have any gf. I replied I didn’t have any gf, because of my work timings and I would like to have a modern girl with traditional looks as my wife. Then the topic drifted to other things and finally landed on sex. As the couple were friendly with me and extremely in their views, the hubby asked me if I had sex with anyone till then, I replied that I had a few casual encounters. Then Shona served dinner and we all started eating and drinking together. While we finished eating her hubby had already had 5 pegs and almost passed out.

Me and Shona together made him wash his hands and then put him in his bed. While carrying him to his bed my hands brushed Shona’s boobs as she was holding her hubby on the other side. She didn’t say anything but gave a seductive smile. After putting her hubby on bed and checking out if he son is sleeping she again came to the hall and asked me to continue drinking with her as she wanted to drink more. I agreed and was feeling excited to drink with her, but my mind was still in a trance about the moment when I brushed my hand on her boobs as I came to know that she hasn’t worn a bra. Then we decided to play some game as we both were feeling bored of talking, also I had informed my home that I won’t be coming and staying in my friends place for the night. After a lot of thinking and debating we decided to play rummy. We started the game and also sipped our drinks, after some time we got bored of that and then we both decided to play something exciting, we both were tipsy and then decided to play strip rummy.

The first game was won by her and I had to remove my shirt. The next game also I lost and I had to remove my jeans. The next game was won by me and she had to remove one of her clothing, as I knew she hadn’t worn bra, I was excited to see her boobs, but then she smartly removed her panty and kept aside. The next game was also won by me and then she had to remove her nighty and I was spell bound to see her beauty. She was almost 5 years elder to me but she had the perfect body, and even though she was a mother of a child, her body looked amazing, I just kept staring at her body and in the process I lost, now I had to remove the only clothing I had with me, and then I removed my jockey and my tiger who was in full form was saluting her. She saw it and kept her jaws open seeing it. Slowly she sipped her drink and came to me and kissed me on my lips and transferred the drink to my mouth.

We both were so engrossed in each other that we forgot where we are and what we were doing. The kissing continued for at least 10 minutes and then I started to kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, her nose every part of her face. And then came down to her boobs, sucking and nibbling it gently. We kissed and sucked each and every part of each other’s body. We came to 69 position. I started to lick her pussy and drink her sweet nectar which she had already leaked. And I must agree that she gave me one of the best blowjobs I had. After continuously sucking my tiger for 10 minutes, I told her that I will be cumming and she started sucking my tiger more and more and took every drop of my cum in her mouth.

We were drenched in sweat but that sweat also tasted sweet. Then she again went to the bedroom to check her hubby and her child and came back satisfied that they are sleeping, we again started to cuddle and within minutes my tiger got up again and was aiming for her pussy. We kissed and made love to each other and our love making went on for another 20 minutes. We both had cummed at the same time and slept on each other. She made a statement that she felt like a women for the first time after her marriage despite having a kid. She also said that she had orgasms 4 times for the first time. She was having problems with her hubby related to sex as her hubby could not satisfy her.

We slept hugging each other for some time before we put our clothes again and cleaned the place. Later we slept hugging each other. When I woke up next day, she was not around. When I got up saw her hubby had also got up and was having his tea. She was preparing breakfast and had told her hubby that I had passed out in the night hence slept there only. I brushed and had tea, breakfast and left from her home. What happened later will be in my next story depending on all your comments.

Hi my name is Anil; I am from Nepal and a big fan of ISS. I get very excited to read all those experiences of the authors and sometimes it’s very hard to believe the incidents they describe. I was forced to believe all those stories after I faced similar kind of situation with Rojina (my sexy married neighbor; name changed). Rojina was 21, when she got married to Saroj 2 years ago. She was a sexy looking girl with perfect petite figure. I was 23 when I saw her in their marriage. No such feelings was there in my mind may be she was getting married with my neighbor and may me I would be calling her bhauju (that’s bhabi) form next day.

After six months of their marriage, one day I was sitting alone in my house when the door bell rang. I went up to the door and saw Rojina standing there. I asked her for what can I do and she replied that she was looking for my mom. I told her that there was no one there in the house and she left. This was the first and the closest meeting we had till that time. I noticed her boobs while she was talking to me and got excited to see such big and round pair of asset. From that day I use to stare her, I started fantasizing her, started to think about getting her laid and fucking her.

I started to be close with Saroj’s family. They were only husband and wife in their family. Saroj’s family use to live in other city of Nepal. I used to go to their house to watch cricket and football. Saroj was a sports fan and so was I, although I had some other plans to be there. One day I visited their place to watch an IPL game in the TV and found that Saroj was not home yet. He got stuck in his office due to some work and told me to carry on with the game and he will be home by an hour. I started to see the match accompanied by his lovely wife. We were having casual chats. I asked her about her college days, her friends, her x boyfriends etc. She told that she never had a boyfriend in her school however she had a lot of friends and was a party person before marriage. She used to drink and smoke casually with her friends and she said she loved the life she lived.

I asked her if she misses those days. She agreed that she was happy and free before marriage. After marriage she believes that she got surrounded my responsibilities and duties etc. All of a sudden I offered her a cigarette, that was a very straight forward offer made by me as she had already admitted that she use to smoke before marriage. She asked me to go to the terrace and she will follow me after locking the door. I went there and waited for her, she came with a lighter in her hand. She lit the cigarette and was very happy to have that after a long time and thanked me for the offer. Now from then I use to go to Rojina’s house in absence of her husband and use to chat and smoke with her.

After 3 months of that first cigarette incident one day I heard that Saroj was going to India for some official work for three days. I thought this was the right time to get all your fantasies real. I went to Saroj’s house that evening and acted as if I knew nothing about Rojina being alone in the house. I asked her to go to the terrace for the cigarette and happily she told that we need not go to the terrace because she was all alone in the house for three long days. We began chatting and I asked her for club. She said that she wanted to go but was afraid of if Saroj’s reaction if anyone spots her there. I insisted and she finally agreed to go but she also called one of her friend Shweta along with her boyfriend.

She dressed sexy in jeans and low cut t-shirt exploring her cleavage and was ready to shake her ass on the dance floor. We reached there and met Shweta and Raman (Shweta’s boyfriend). We started with vodka shots. Rojina was very happy to be in such environment after a long time and had already started to shake her belly in the beat. She was getting dizzy after 3 shots and was urging everyone to get to the dance floor. We started dancing and I was holding her from behind getting a lovely touch on her ass and tummy. After dancing 20 minutes we got tired and girls demanded chilled beer, they got what they demanded and now after having 2 bottles of beer each Rojina and Shweta were not on their feet. I asked Raman that I should leave before Rojina gets to the floor and went to the bike. I took her home and threw her to bed. She asked me to be with her as she was alone and might need help. I could not say no as I see my fantasies coming real every moment. I started to stare her sleeping and started dreaming. I was getting out of control and had to start by myself in order to get something. I gathered some courage and went beside her in the bed. I started to talk to her.

Me: What would have u done if I was Saroj?
Rojina: What unusual question is that?
Me: Just asking
Rojina: I would have kissed him!
Me: Oh! You like that?
Rojina: U doesn’t?
Me: what even if I do? I can’t kiss u.
Rojina: Why?
I didn’t have words to reply now. I slowly started moving my hands on her hair. She might have understood what I was up to. She held my hand and kept it in her boobs. I was at 7th heaven. I could not believe that she just did that. I started kissing her. She responded, and responded wilder. I cupped her boobs with one hand and started exploring her body from the other. She started unbuttoning my shirt and I started to tear her t-shirt. She was wearing a blue colored bra, my fantasy was coming true and I was at the extreme level of wildness. I pulled her bra off at ones and started sucking her breast like anything. She was moaning and asking me to suck harder. I gave all I could in order to satisfy my fantasy.

She started to search for my cock and found it. She took no longer to take it in her mouth and started to suck it; this was undoubtedly one of the best blowjob I have ever got. After 10 minutes I was about to cum and I told her. She never stopped. She took it all over her face and started to cream herself. I started to lick her pussy. She was moaning like hell. She was swearing, using the weirdest slang I have ever heard. She wanted a fuck and was pleading for it. She suddenly said “Son of a bitch, start fucking me”. I was very much surprised to hear that. I got excited after the word and even I started to call her bitch. She loved it. I fucked her hard, she was moaning “aaaawwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaa ahh-aah—aah-aaha-aaaahhhaa fuck me u fucker. You are a fucking machine. Fuck me deep. Aaaaahhaaa aahaa” She came twice while I fucked her and after 20 minutes I unloaded all my juices deep inside her.

She kissed me for 15 long minutes and I fucked her 5 times till morning. I visited the remaining 2 days till Saroj came back and fucked his wife for more than 15 times. We still have sex whenever we get time. I even fucked Shweta (Rojina’s friend) after Rojina shared this experience to her. I will share that next time. You can send your feedback and Nepalese readers can contact me @ [email protected]

This story is dedicated to all the female enthusiasts of ISS. Ladies, just imagine that your workaholic partner has invited you to a dinner date in a posh restaurant for the first time in your life. You are elated, may be this is the day he is going to propose to you, may be tonight is the night he will make love to you…………………

You feel his eyes the second you enter the restaurant foyer. As you wait for your partner to confirm your booking, you scan the restaurant.

Then you see him, seated alone at a table set for one, in one corner. Your eyes meet and you expect him to turn away when he realizes that you have seen him, but he doesn’t. Instead he looks straight back at you unblinking, making you turn away.

You looked to your partner, discussing work with a man at the front desk and you look sideways to find him still looking straight at you. Turning your head to face him, you look straight back into his black eyes quizzically and raise one eyebrow. His eyes changes instantly from their intense stare to sparkling, smiling eyes, and he also raises one eyebrow.

Quickly you turn away and look to your partner once more. Now you are pissed off because he was still talking, as if she weren’t even there. You see a hand appear behind you and an accentuated voice that says, “I’ll take that Sir” taking your partners jacket as he continued talking.

You look back to the single table, but he was gone, and a look of disappointment falls across your face. Then the accentuated voice to your side says, “Can I take your shawl Miss?”

“Yes please.” You say distantly as you reach up to remove it without even looking at the man asking you.

“No please, let me get it,” he says.

You look at the man as he reaches around you to remove the shawl from your shoulders, “Oh my, it’s him!!” she realize.

He moves closer to you and you feel his strong hands gently take the shawl from your shoulders, all the while looking into your eyes. Up close, his eyes seemed completely black, as if he had huge pupils with no iris, placed against a brilliant white background.

They’re smiling again, seductively, making you feel like he’s removing more than just the shawl from your shoulders. He was so close to you as he removes the shawl that you can feel his hot breath against your bare neck. You feel your whole body flush and become hot, as a cool breeze from the air-conditioning blow across your back and shoulders.

You just can not tear your gaze from his eyes and you can swear you hear him say as he removes the shawl, “Beautiful dress, very sexy, mmmmm.”

You don’t see his lips move though, in fact you realize that you have no idea what he looks like, just his eyes that scans you from head to toe, making you feel completely naked, as if he has just undressed you. He took the shawl away to hang it up, gently brushing against your extremely hard and sensitive nipples as he went.

Then he moves out of her line of sight as you remain fixed in the same spot motionless. You stare ahead blankly, seeing nothing and still feeling naked as you become aware of your aching nipples and the wetness that have developed in your panties.

“Are you feeling alright Miss?” The voice of the waiter jolts you back to reality, “Your table is this way Miss.”

You follow the waiter to the table where you see that your partner is already sitting; still talking to the man he met at the front desk. You sit on the chair that is held out for you by the waiter and realize that your partner and his friend haven’t even noticed you. You turn to see if the man has returned to his table. You see nobody there, and the table freshly set.

Disappointed and a little frustrated, you turn back to try and look interested in the conversation at your own table. Your partner looks at you as if he has just realized you are with him, smiles awkwardly and says, “Babe, can I talk to you privately for a moment please?”

He gets up and takes your hand, excuses himself to the other man and leads you over to the phones. Angrily you say to him, “Thanks for the introduction, the recognition, when are “we” going to start our dinner?”

He looks excited as he says, “Look babe, this is huge. I heard this guy was going to be here and it’s paid off!”

“So we’re here because you hoped to see him, not for a romantic dinner?”

“Well no, I mean you see…”

“Fuck you and fuck him. I thought this dinner was for us! I went to a lot of trouble to get this outfit for tonight, and you don’t even care!!!” You look away, tears welling in your eyes, and there he is again. You watch as he walks across the room and enters the door to the rest rooms.

“I’m sorry babe; I promise I’ll make it up to you”.

“You sure will!” you say. “But right now I need some time to clean up and get myself together. You go get rich and blow your client, I’ll come back later. Order something nice and expensive for me for when I return.”

“Um, ok babe, thank you so much, I’ll introduce you when you get back ok.”

“Gee thanks…” you say as you head for the door to the rest rooms you saw him go through earlier.

You hold your breath as you push the door open, and then let it out with a sigh of disappointment as you enter the small and empty furnished foyer to the rest rooms. You expect, hope to find him there, but he isn’t.

You see three doors there, the men’s, the ladies and the mother’s room. You hear a noise from the mother’s room and see the engaged sign on the lock move to vacant. You stand there still, watching the door, but nothing happens.

Tentatively you push the door open, “Hello, everything ok? Anybody here.” There’s no answer, ‘nobody here, oh well, I’ll clean up now,’ you tell your self.

You lock the door out of habit and go to the mirror counter where you open your purse onto the counter. You clean the tear smudged makeup from your face with the wipes, then splash your face with water to freshen it. You try to turn the hot water on as well, to soak the flannel for your face, but it won’t budge. Using all your strength and both hands, you lean over the sink to try and force the tap. Suddenly it gives, sending a torrent of water in and out of the sink

“DAMMIT! MY NEW DRESS!!”

You know you can’t leave it wet and see the nappy drier in the corner. You decide to hang your dress there so the warm air in it can dry your dress. You slide the tiny straps over your shoulders and allow the dress to drop to your hips. Then you slip it over your long legs and hang it up. You look into the large mirror and see yourself in the “special” lingerie you had bought and worn for tonight. You think of how your little black dress had barely covered it up, how your partner hadn’t even noticed it, yet HE had…

“Just imagine if he’d seen the rest of the package under the dress,” you think. Your hair is tied up, with carefully placed sexy wisps of hair that hang over your face. Your long slender neck, decorated with a thin golden chain with a locket at the front, hanging in between your cleavage… mmmmm.

You’re wearing a small push up bra that doesn’t even cover your nipples. The soft material of the dress had constantly caressed them with your every move, making them even more hard and sensitive when “he” brushed across them. They’re so hard now as you think of “him” and those sexy eyes. You close your eyes and wash your face with the hot flannel, keeping them closed as you slide it down your neck and then further to your breasts.

You gently rub the flannel across your breasts, over your sensitive nipples, as you imagine it’s his tongue. One hand slides down your stomach, over the thin chain that rests on your hips, past the diamond naval stud and on to the soaked panty that barely covers your hot shaved pussy.

Your fingers slip under the band and push down along your soft lips.

You gasp when you feel just how wet you already are. Your fingers slip between the wet lips and you slowly move them up and down, all the while imagining it’s him doing it. Your fingers slide around your sopping pussy, dipping into your wet hole, and then moving up to circle your throbbing clit.

Your knees get weak as you caress your nipples with one hand, while stimulating your clit with the other. You turn around to lean on the counter to maintain your balance. Your movements become more urgent now as you imagine it’s his fingers, not yours, that are tweaking your nipples; his fingers that are rubbing your clit and sliding down into your wet pussy.

“Oh God… Oh God…” you feel your pussy tighten around your fingers; your cum juices flowing over them. “Yessssssss…” Then you feel his soft lips on yours, his tongue gently probing your mouth. It feels so real that you open your eyes and…………………………..

“Oh my God, there “he” is!” He was there all the time, watching you, MY GOD!!

Without a word, his hand moves to your pussy to replace your own. You feel his thick hard fingers sliding along your wet lips, up and down lubricating them. Your hands reach behind his head, pulling him to you as you uncontrollably bite on his bottom lip. His thick wet fingers slide inside you, causing you to push against them. You rock against his hand and his fingers slide in up to the hilt… so deep in, then out, almost all the way, sliding over your clit, then in again.

You pull his face down to your breasts and feel his tongue swirl around them, then his mouth as he sucks on your nipple and flicks it with his tongue. He pushes his tongue flat against your nipple and he slides it back and forth across it. He moves down onto his knees, licking you all the way down. “Oh God yes…!”

He reaches down to slide your panty down your hips and legs, as his mouth reaches your pussy, his thick fingers still stroking inside you. You feel his tongue push hard against you, parting your lips more, sliding across your clit.

“Oh…Oh…Oh… Oh my Go…, I’m gonna… unnnnghhhhh!!” It starts with an explosion in your pussy, followed by aftershocks that ripple out from there to the rest of your body.

“Oh God, I want you so bad. I want you inside me pleeeease!!”

Slowly he stands up and you frantically reach for his belt, fumbling around until you manage to pull the whole thing off. You can’t manage the clip, so he undoes it as you tug on his zip and try to push his trousers down over his hips. He pushes your hands away and pulls them down with his boxers.

He stands up and you see his beautiful cock, pointing out in front of him long and hard and nice and thick. He lifts you up so you sit on the counter and you lean back against the wall. You rest your heels on the bench and reach down to hold yourself open for him. You see a bead of pre-cum seeping from the eye of his cock as he brings it to you. Teasing, he slides the head around your pussy mixing your juices with his pre-cum.

He speaks at last, “Your pussy is so hot, so wet, mmmmmm, so nice…” he says as you feel the head push against your opening, then easily sliding inside you. He stops there as your pussy contracts around his fat knob. He pushes further and you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate his thickness and you can feel every vein as he slowly slides it half way in and out of you.

“Mmmmmm, so wet, so tight, so smooth…”

“Oh yes my pussy’s tight for your thick cock, so hot…”

You savour the sensation of his thick cock with its fat head as it slides in and out of you. You instinctively start to tease and play with your own nipples, pulling at them on each of his strokes, but you want more. You stretch your legs out to his sides as he pumps, and then bring your legs back around him, resting your heels on his ass as he slides out. Then you cross your legs behind his back and pull him to you with all your might as he pushes in again. You feel the last few inches slide inside you, his thick cock now buried in you to the hilt. His thickness filling you, stretching you, the fat head so deep inside you, your next climax is instantaneous, your pussy spasming on his thick cock.

“OH FUCK!!” you scream as the intense orgasm rips through you. Your arms stretch out, then reach behind him and slap down on his arse, your nails digging in. “Mmmmm, you’re so hot, I love your tight pussy, so soft, so wet, I could fuck you forever.”

“Oh God yes, love my pussy, fuck me with your beautiful thick cock, ohhhhh.”

“Oh my, you’re so beautiful riding my cock; push that pussy down harder, I want to be so deep inside you.” “Oh God YESSSS…!” You push harder and feel his balls slap against you as he thrusts harder, faster, and pounding into you.

“Oh yeah…” he says as you feel him begin to swell even more. He pushes hard, grinding into you; you feel the head of his cock at the back of your pussy, rubbing against your most sensitive parts until he finds the one, the one that sends you over the edge. You feel his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“OH YES, OH YES, CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, OH GOD, YES NOW, I’M CUMMMMMMING…!”

You feel him explode inside you, the first powerful jet squirts deep as your orgasm hits, then another jet, keeping you there, shuddering as your pussy grips him, and milking every bit out of him. Another and another jet squirts deep inside you, so much filling you until you feel it seep out as he pumps into you.

“Oh my God again…!” you call out as another orgasm hits you. His cock twitches as his last jet of cum squirts into you and you hold him tight. After a few moments he slides his semi hard cock out of you and passes you a towel. Then he passes you your warm dry dress, pulls on his trousers, kisses you and leaves.

You sit there a little while longer to recover, and then stand up on unsteady legs to clean up and get dressed. You wash yourself with the hot flannel and re-do your makeup. You can find everything but her panty, he must have taken it as a souvenir, but you can cope with that.

Clean and fresh now, except for a slight stickiness between your legs that you choose to keep, you return from the rest room. “They’ll wonder where I’ve been, I’ve been gone so long.” you thinks as you makes her way back. You see your partner with the other man, shaking hands and holding his shoulder with the other hand.

“Ahem!!” you say.

“There you are babe. You ok? You look a little flustered.”

“I’m ok, I…”

“Good, guess what? I signed the deal with this fine gentleman.”

He didn’t even want to hear your reply, didn’t order for you, and didn’t even know you were gone. THE PRICK!

“Anyway babe, I gotta go with Mr. Desai to finalize this.”

“Oh really?”

“But don’t worry I have a treat for you. My friend, who arranged this meeting and who owns this place, is happy to give you anything you want here. Then he’ll have his driver take you home. Here he comes now, Ramesh, thank you so much.”

You don’t even turn around to look at this Ramesh you are to have dinner with, you’re so pissed off. Your partner kisses you on the cheek, “Thanks so much babe, I’ll make it up to you. Thanks Ramesh, whatever she wants right!”

“Yes, whatever the lady wants I’ll give her.” you hear “him” say. You freeze on the spot as your partner leaves. Slowly you turn around and there “he” is, Ramesh. He stands there smiling, wearing a beautiful suit with a pocket handkerchief that looks like the same material as your missing panty.

“Take a seat Miss I’ll give you whatever you want. I am at your service for the whole night.”

You blush…..happily….in anticipation?

(I sincerely hope all of you have enjoyed reading this story. Please send your feedback to me at [email protected] )

Part I – https://www.indiansexstories3.com/office-teacher/fucking-reportee-part/

In continuation to Part II – https://www.indiansexstories3.com/office-teacher/fucking-reportee-part-ii/

Huma and me had just woken up. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and roamed around the room completely naked. The very thought of Huma being there with me, kept my cock parallel to the floor. Huma was staring at me and fondling here breast. When i looked at her, she winked and bit her lower lip.

Me: “So you want to continue our rendezvous from last night …huh”

Huma: “Seeing you roam around the room naked, is making me completely horny right now and want to get fucked again….Will you fuck your horny slut boss?”

Me: “hmm… “,

Huma : “Plllleeaase boss…. i need to get fucked right now or i will go nuts”

Me: “Ok you horny bitch, i will fuck you but i will do it in your room….so for that you need to walk on all fours, just like a bitch….common now get on all fours you dirty bitch..”

Huma immediately comes down from the bed and gets on all fours, she is waiting for my instruction to start walking and i can see the horny side of this MILF, ready to do what her boss is asking her to do. I go near her to inspect and spank her on her ass…. she moans with pleasure. Since she was wearing Black Chiffon Babydoll With Split Bodice, Satin and Ruffle Open Cups and Bra Closure, her boobs were dangling down like mangoes on tree except that those mangoes were little bigger in size. I pulled her hair and grabbed it in my palms and she was liking it, She gave me an idea,

Huma: “Boss, i know you love my silky hair and want to keep playing with it, why don’t you, pull me by my hair and take me to my room. Just like dog’s owner using the dog’s belt to carry them… use my hair like that belt… i will enjoy it as well….”

Me: “Wow…. Huma, you are proving yourself to be true bitchy MILF….. Do one thing, get up comb your hair and make a long pony tail, ensure that there are no loose strands of hair coming on your face and immediately get on all fours, let me watch you while you comb your hair”

I was watching the beauty turning into a horny slut….the lingerie she was wearing was accentuating her assets, be it her, boobs or ass. She is done with pony tail and goes on all four.

Huma: “Boss, your bitch is ready…”

I then grab the sexy and long pony tail and drag her to the next room, it was a slow walk. We enter the room and slowly go to the bed, i ask her to climb her on the bed, which she obliges

She was smiling and i went close to her and sucked her lips, she reciprocated and we were kissing each other passionately like long lost lovers. My hands were exploring every parts of her body. She was stroking my cock making it hard. After about 10 mins of passionate smooching, i told huma,

Me: “You know, your boobs and your sexy long silky hair, makes me go beserk…let me suck on those boobs”

Huma : “Boss, i am all yours, whatever you say, i will be happy to give you that”

That made me happy and i grabbed her tits and started to suck on her nipples, i pulled the nipple using my teeth, making it hard. It did hurt her but more than that she was enjoying the pain. The lust she has within her, is not allowing the pain to take control and pleasure was increasing with each passing seconds. I was sucking her tits like baby, i was hungry with lust and wanted to fuck those tits. Time and again, i was getting rough with her tits and it was making her wriggle with pleasure and she was getting wet from down. My sucking of her tits made her breathing heavy and started to moan.

She asked me to lie down on bed and when i did that, she came and sat right on me just above my mouth, she asked me to eat out her pussy.

What a sight it was….i pulled my tongue out and started to lick through her pussy and that itself was sending electrifying signals to her. I started to increase the speed of my tongue on her cunt. i touched the most sensitive part, the clitoris and she wriggled heavily as if some lightning stuck through her.. I continued to suck and tease the clitoris making her moan louder. Now i raised my hands and clasped her tits and keep squeezing them… she was not able to control herself and her moaning grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, she said, “Boss, i am cumming….” and she sprayed all her juices on my face and i was completely drenched with her liquid.

Me : “That was quite a juice,… can you lick this juice from my face using your tongue?”… She obliged and she licked me all over the face, like slurping of icecream.

Huma: “Boss, you know how to eat pusy, don’t you?” and i smiled.

She then looked at my cock and said…. “Aww, poor little prick is not looking satisfied, let me spring some life into it” and she dived down and starting sucking it hungrily, after few strokes up and down the shaft with her tongue, it came into life with full force ready to tear apart her pussy. She continued to suck for a while and said “Put this burning rocket into my raging pussy and make it see heavens”

I told her to come on top of me and put the rocket into her space pussy, facing me. She slowly jammed my cock into her pussy space station and started to fuel it by jumping up and down. As and how she was doing, her boobs was bouncing and sight was so intoxicating, she started to moan and her moaning increased with increase in her speed. I carefully placed my hand on her boobs and started squeezing them. I began to realize, the harder i pressed them, louder was her moaning.

I pulled her closer to me and started sucking her boobs. I teased her nipple by biting it and she was going nuts and no time she climaxed, even though, she climaxed, i started jerking her and making her moan again, with each jerk she was breathing heavily. I had not given her time to breathe after she climaxed. She tossed her head backwards and started to enjoy the jerk i was exerting on her. I pulled her pony tail with my hand and she said ” Yessss….. pull my hair…..harder …. harder….yesss… fuck me boss…. fuck me harder, pull my hair harder…” and i followed what she requested…. pulled her pony and increased my speed. What a sight it was…. MILF lady who was now horny, her boobs tossing as with each jerk she was putting to match me and her head arched back and hair pulled by me….

Looking at this sight, tension was building inside me and so for Huma… she said, she was cumming and spread all her juices on my dick in no time. I was also about to come and told her i want to spread it over her face and she immediately put her sweet face in front of me and i released the hot juices in spurts on her face. She licked every drop of my cum and ensure it didn’t go wasted.

We both were catching our breadth. I told her its time to pack our bags and leave for airport in some time, so get cleaned and i told her how i want her to look when we leave.She needs to wear a Hot Red Mini Club Dress with Side Ruffles and Shoulder Zipers, with no bra and panties. She needs to have a 7″ high red color stilettos. She needs to leave her hair open and she should ensure that it has that silkiness and bounciness.

We got ourselves cleaned and got ready for airport.

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I want to share another incident that happened when i visited my hometown. Please ready the story in its entirety to understand the context on how the incident happened. Hope you will enjoy reading.

I had gone to my hometown Gurgoan after a very long time. When you visit a place after long gap you automatically get whelmed by the occasion and the aura of that place and similar thing was happening with me. I reached home and was greeted by everyone with great joy and my happiness new no bound. After settling down i discussing with my family members how my life has been and how my office work is great. Yes Fucking my reportee was always great and most pleasurable. It is obvious that i cannot disclose my sexapades with my family members. So i was giving them general “Gyan” on how life has been good and blah blah blah…

That is the time i heard a soft voice from behind and it was my cousin bhabhi “Vibha”. Gosh she looked ravishing but her ravishing beauty was not reflecting through her face and only later i learnt that she was going through marital problems. I never saw her through the lens of lust and sex but she did maintained her figure.

After that we did meet on quite a few occasions and she looked great. She had a great dressing sense. I don’t know if she took a liking for me or what but our meetings increased but all on social fronts. Considering the number of relatives we have, this increase was bound to happen.

One day i got a text saying “I wanna go shopping, care to join in”, since the number was not saved i called back to confirm who it was. She pretended to be annoyed for a reason of me not saving her number and she realized her folly when i confronted on the context that we never exchanged numbers.

Me: “Whom did you get the number from, we never exchanged”

Vibha: “I got it from Masi…sorry should have asked directly from you”

Me: “I don’t like this kind of behavior…” I zapped.

Vibha: “Ok Baba….ab bacchi ki jaan loge kya” and she giggled

Somehow i took that giggling to my liking. We connected. I told her i will pick her up from the house in the evening. I reached her home. Her husband i.e. my cousin Vikas was also there. I met him, only realizing that the difference between them was beyond repair. I was embarrassed to say the least, i shouldn’t have opted to go to their home knowing the status.

Anyways she came.

Now this beauty was wearing a tight 3/4th of jeans, body hugging halter top and had let her silky hair loose. Her stilettos just accentuated her beauty. She was roughly 5’4″ but those stilettos made her look 5’6″.

On the way she mentioned, please ignore what happened back home. It is common thing between us now, i have already moved on.

Me: “what next… I mean what have you both decided…Don’t mind me asking, just that you both looked great together”

Vibha: “Ha ha ha….Thanks for the consolation Rajiv but i don’t think it was worth. I mean he is a good guy but i and him just don’t get along, not even an inch. His work are his priorities and i have my needs….”

Did she just drop an hint. I didn’t realize until until some days. But it struck with me.

Me going out with her even for the market became a routine and heads turned when she was there in the market. She also started coming to our place more often. One day one of my cousin Shreya pointed this out to me

Shreya :”From the time you have come, bhabhi is glowing”

Girls can read the body and mind with startling accuracy. And that is when i started beginning to think, is she dropping me hints. Her parents were neighbors but even the amount of time spent at our place was more than her parent’s place. I also got to know that everyone from our relatives tried to save the marriage but everyone failed and that’s when i started pondering over her words … “I have my needs…” what did she mean by that?

Things were getting uglier between Vikas and Vibha. So she decided to shift to her parents place. Though they had 6 months time to reconcile their differences, they just couldn’t manage it. 6 months time was getting over. It was for sure ending in divorce. Only good thing about the divorce was they were not trying to humiliate each other by using cheap tactics and for that each of them had hired a best lawyer in town to make it more amicable without hurting anyone. After all families were involved who had known each other for long long time.

Coming back to Vibha, ever since she moved back to her parents place, she was a free bird. Her equation with me changed and she started to flirt.She didn’t wear reveling cloths but were very provocative. We often went to shopping. Since her father was a good business man, money was never a problem. It was little in the afternoon when we went to shopping during this time the crowd is also less and there is not much of hassle. She bought her regular stuff she said she is going to trial and asked me my opinion on each of them. i agreed. She deliberately chose the last trial room so that no one else walk past.

One by one she started to wear it and showing it. I kept giving her my opinion and last one that she wore was not only reveling but more proactive and that gave me instant hard on.

My thoughts ran back to my team members Huma and Sonam. Wow

Vibha: “How do you think i look”

Me: “I don’t know…. i am short of words”

Vibha: “Oh Common….There has to be something. Am I looking hot? Yes, No, Maybe”

Me: “Yes……”

Vibha: “Then i will take it”

She came and hugged me. Now i started liking her touch. I began to think about her. More i thought about her more i got the hardon. I was becoming very regular in her circuit. I thought lets make merry while the fun last.

She was far more ahead in moves. She sent me her selfie’s. Her Selfies included her pics in bra’s and panties and sexy body hugging outfits.She sent me a text after that and began the series of text messages on Whatsapp.

Vibha: “Did you like what you saw”

Me: “I did lie if i didnt”

Vibha: “Looks like someone ….”

Me: “For starters this is good…..”

Vibha: *;;) batting eyelashes*>:D< big hug

She sent me msg with battling eye lashes and big tight hug. And this kind of teasing continued for few days. I was taking my chances with her and i also started touching her at the right places, giving her the signal that i want her. She wanted me to make the 1st move. I was not getting a chance.

One day she had to go to wedding of her friend and she insisted me to company her. I showed my initial reluctant but i knew this was the chance. Now or Never. After lot of cajoling by her i agreed, though i wanted to be with her i pretended it as not my business and plus i was not invited. Since i agreed to go, i made sure i go with preparation and so before picking her up, i bought packet of condom. I reached her place and by god she was looking ravishing. She had worn a blackless salwar kameez with her back hidden by hair sexy long hair. I noticed she was not wearing bra, only to be disguised by her dupatta.

We reached the wedding and as men will be men, heads turned when people looked at her. We were enjoying the wedding and the party. Needless to say we were stealing glances. At one point, there was this dancing ceremony under the dim lights. All young couples jumped in. She wanted to join as well so she dragged me in. This was for the the first time, she was in my arms so close that i could feel her breath. While she was on my arms

Vibha: “So finally you got a chance”

Me: “Was it me or you who got a chance”

Vibha: “I told you i have my needs”

Me:”Do you think i can help you with your needs”

Vibha: “Have been waiting for your help”

I moved my hands on her back and she was liking it and slowly i touched her ass. It was bootilicious.

Me: “What made you decide not to wear your bra”

Vibha: “Oh glad that you noticed……i was thinking i don’t know if this guy even notices anything”

Me: “Oh I see”

Vibha: “I have a plan…”

Curious to know, i asked “What is it”. She pulled me out of the dance floor. We quickly walked up to her friends and gave some excuse to move out. Out in the car, she threw the keys towards me and said you drive

Me: “Were are you taking me, i don’t even know the roads….”

Vibha: “i know these roads at back of my head so don’t worry”

She quickly called her dad and told her she is going to their farmhouse (near Dehdradun, some approx 5 hrs on road from Gurgoan) with her girlfriends.

I asked her about the plan the moment we started driving. She removed her duppata and threw on the backseat of her Audi. My balls came in my mouth. I was trying to concentrate on the road but i guess she had other plans.

Vibha: “Why you shocked… Have you not seen any boobs”

I so want to say, those are exactly the same as Huma’s boobs

Me: Coughing “I have….just that you ….”

Vibha: “So you have seen….”

She caught me offgaurd and even before i could speak…

Vibha: “If you seen, how is mine compared to them”

Me gathering some courage, i told her, “Yours is bootilicious and i don’t to spoil your fun so lets not compare but trust none of what i have seen created such ripples”

Vibha : Looking little angry “What do you mean….so you have seen someone who is more beautiful than me”

Me: “Look Vibha, i am very straight forward and i don’t beat around the bush. What i have seen so far, nobody is more beautiful that you but i know one person who is your equivalent…Probably if you both come together and then asked to compare then person who would be asked can better die than to even judge”

She seem annoyed.

Me: “I don’t know, but truth be told, this is it. You have a choice now, chin up and sportingly lets enjoy the long ride or you can sulk and spoil the fun. Choice is yours” and I kept on driving.

There was good silence for 15 minutes and i decided to break the silence.

Me:”Do you think we should go back”

Vibha: “…. Have you fucked her”

Me: “Yes, I did….She is one of my team members from office” The moment i said that her eyes lit up as if to say oh i wanna know all that happened.

Vibha: “When, how, where…. Tell me everything” Her excitement started to rub on me and i started my story. I told her the entire story from the time i reached Huma’s home and till the room in Delhi.

I was not watching Vibha when i was narrating my story but occasionally stealing glances and saw she was pressing her boobs. By the time i finished my story, she had 2 orgasms.

Me: “Do you want to stop anywhere, i looked out of breath”

Vibha : “Yes, lets stop somewhere for 5 mins, i need to catch my breadth and fresh air” and identifying right place i put the car on the side. I took this opportunity to quickly answer nature’s call. Sensing that i would not be good to stay long, i quickly walked back and we were back on roads.

Vibha : “So you are relieved hmm…I am sure that there is more to it”

Me :”Do you want to finish the excitement in one night”

Vibha :”Noooo…but i definitely have another plan. Now that you gave me an orgasm, i want to blow you away”

I immediately applied breaks.

Me: “Are you crazy, accident ho jayega”

Vibha: “Mujhe pata nahi, how you gonna manage, par mujhe choosna hai, abhi matlab abhi…. you understand”

I was stunned by the daring of this lady. No wonder her words kept echoing through my ears “I have my needs”

And there she was, she scooped down (i know it is most difficult thing to have a blow job inside a car specially when you are driving) don’t know how she balanced it. She pushed the front seat back to its maximum and had adjusted the sidearms of the chairs allowing maximum space for her comfort. Since i was driving at full throttle and very little traffic in night, i didn’t have to manage change of gears. But she was now on top of it. She started going up and down my shaft. Her tongue licking my precum and teasing the head.

I was trying to concentrate on my driving but was getting difficult. At one point we were dangerously close to meet with an accident. But i guess it was the adrenaline rush that was making her go crazy. Finally in about 10 mins time, i was building up and could not hold any longer so with one hand i held the steering wheel and with other hand, clutched her hair and pushed her head down my shaft and right inside her throat and oozed out loads of loads of cum.She gagged but she tried drinking most of what she got. She next cleaned my dick with her tongue and gave me the most satisfying look ever and winked.

We had almost reached Dehradun and little ahead we then took the country road one that lead to her farm house. On the way she told i want to feel the way you have fucked your team member. I gave her a very sly smile and told her my way or highway. She agreed.

I didn’t want to go bang bang. The moment we went into the house, she threw her dupatta on the floor and turned towards me. I could see the lust in her eyes.I walk towards her and move my hand over her hips and feel the curves moving slowly over the shoulders and gave a little squeeze. she winced in pleasure and was feeling the moment. Slowly i take my hand over her face and touch the sensuous lips and pressing the lips with my thumb. I then move the hand from her forehead to her boobs via nose, lips and neck. Her breathing had increased and i could sense the fire she was breathing. Like a hungry tigress waiting to pound on the meat.

Since she was not wearing bra’s her nipple were poking out of the dress. I move my hand over her contours and pinched her nipple. She winced in pain but also let a small moan. Then i made her turn with her back towards me. I moved her long and silky hair in front and kissed her. I was kissing her back. Slowly i unzipped the salwar ka zipper that was just covering her ass. Then i removed her salwar making her top completely nude. I then couped her breast from behind and started to kiss her neck and ear lobes.

Slowly i made her turn towards me and started to kiss her and in no time passion consumed both of us. We kissed as long lost lover ever found. It was as if there will be no tomorrow. Our tongues met and exchanged saliva’s. I continued to squeeze her boobs while she was trying to feel me more. Then after some 5 mins of passionate kissing, she broke the kiss.

Vibha: “Mujhe aur mat tadpau, le lo mujhe….I cant wait”

Me:” Hold, i told you its my way or highway….”

Then i asked her to take me to the terrace. she held my hand and walked me to the terrace.

She had that question mark on her face, now what?

I removed my clothes and became completely nude and my tool was fully erect.

I asked to masturbate in front of me while standing. She removed whatever remaining piece of clothes she had and started to masturbate. I sat on the couch that was put up on the terrace which also had swimming pool. She came close to me and continued to masturbate. she was squeezing her boobs and rubbing her clits.

Me: “So how bad you want my cock”

Vibha: “ohh ahhh…. Yeaahhhh…..verryy bbaaadddddd!!!!”

Me: “Increase your rigor, cum for me. Will you cum?”

Vibha started moaning heavily, her voice was the only voice erring through the night. I pull her down on the couch and started eating her pussy. she pulled me onto her mound by my hair. My tongue started to tease her and lick her in and around the labia. This made her go crazy

I then inserted my finger in her cunt, and squeezed her boobs. I increased the speed and more i did that and more i pressed her virtual globe hanging from her chest, louder was her moan which only echoed through the air. One could only hear the sounds like “Ohh, Yeaahhhh, do it, yes yes yessss….yessssss….aahhhhhh”.

In no time, she reached the orgasms and by looking at her, it didn’t look like she was satisfied. She got up passed her hand through her dense long silky hair which was well maintained but by now it was getting little messy but still worth weight in gold. The she bend down from her waist and took my cock in her mouth. she created an angle of 45 degrees. She first licked the precum and teased her tongue right on the tip on my cock. she then rolled her tongue right on the head of the cock. I helped her do that by removing the strand of her hair.

She then started to go up and down the shaft.

Me: “ohhh. haa lick, Suck my balls.”

Vibha: “hmmmm. Glup. haaaa yes haaaaa”

She held the base of my penis very strongly. She bobbed her head up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes and grunted in pleasure. She sucked my cock for sometime trying to go deep, the tip of the cock touching the back of her throat. Her head was bobbing up and down my cock as though she was sucking the tastiest ice cream in the world, her hands were playing with my balls as she sucked my cock from top to bottom.I clutched her hair and pushed her deep. She gagged and almost instantly pulled out for breath of fresh air. She was panting.

I then stood up and pushed her on the couch. She went on to the hold the top of the couch and with back facing me, she was almost in doggy. I entered her from behind and started humping her.

Vibha: “aaahhh….. yeessss…. give it to me, give to me…… ohh yaaa”

I knew she was unstoppable so i held went close to her neck, grabbed both her boobs and kept humping her from behind.
she obvious was enjoying the fuck and her screams was testimony to it. She wanted more. she asked me to pull her hair.

Vibha: “Oh Yes….. fucking pull my her and keep fucking me…. make me your whore”

I clutched the voluminous mane with one hand and kept squeezing her boobs. She was enjoying every thrust i gave her and in fact, for my every upward thrust, she gave the downward thrust. She wanted to change position and wanted to be on top of me.

I took the tool out and first she sucked it again, tasting her juices, since i was clutching her hair, i told her to stay still and keep the mouth open and pushed my cock into her mouth. I was going in and out of her mouth. For a minute i fucked her mouth and towards the end pushed it right till the throat almost choking her. I took it out and lay on the couch. She came over me and we indulged in a passionate kiss for minute. I broke the trance and inserted the cock back into her. First she jumped up and down giving her boobs enough inertia to bounce. I grabbed both the boobs and squeezed them, massaging them, playing with them.

I then pulled her towards me and started sucking her boobs, this was making her movement difficult so i started to move my pelvic and fuck her. While i was doing she was nearing orgasms and i allowed her to scream. The scream echoed so loud that it would have awakened the entire place. Luckily we were far from the habitat. Yes the only people who would know were the caretakers of the farmhouse and i am sure, after listening to the screams, either they would have wanted to fuck Vibha or at least it would have given them enough hard on to fuck their spouse.

Even though she got her orgasm i continued but in no time, tension started building. I wanted her to drink all my cum. So i asked her to be ready and open the mouth and instructed her not to waste any drop. She did the same.

I took the tool and put that in her mouth and as hot knife would melt the butter slicing it, her mouth was the hot knife needed for my tool. Moment i placed it inside, i released loads and loads of cum inside and she drank all of them.

She liked the little rendezvous that we had. We took some time to catch up on our breath and had something to it. But she wanted more and after that we had another round, this time in her swimming pool.

Since we were to stay there for another day, i asked her if she wanted to spice it up and she was up for it. She called in her best friend to come for a nice rendezvous at her farm house. Her friend Radhika was her equivalent and that rendezvous is another story to tell.

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This is real story of a two friends where we exchanged our wife with each other for bit lengthier live in relationship. Usually in swinging/exchanging wife with others, generally people will exchange partner for just a fucking session in just a week end visit or night visit to one of the couple’s home.

In our case, to make our life spicy and have more thrill and adventure, we have decided to do this for bit longer period of time, where my wife will be with my friend for 2 months and where as his wife will be with me for two months just living as husband and wife. We purposefully decided for this approach to enjoy a complete feel of living with a new partner 24/7 enjoying every aspect of life and not just only sex.

We decided that this will give more excitement and happy as we can spent time with a new partner sexually and non-sexually, like going out, trips, tours, new honey moon etc. It will also open the door for natural bond and relationship with new partner. Moreover we both couple knows each other for longer period and each other like other person’s wife so there are not much concerns/issues living with other person for longer time.

Advantage for us is that we are not in home country (India) where we need to be worried about parents and relatives. As we are in Canada, nobody is around to question/suspect us. This becomes as advantage for us.

First thing, I like to tell that this incidents though I term it as story will not be shorter one like many other fiction stories, this will be definitely lengthy as there are lot of things needs to described in detail. This is not a fiction story where in the first paragraph narrates about the beauty of wives and in second paragraph where one couple boldly tells to other couple and instantly they agree and gets into sex in front of each other without any logic and authentic. Last paragraph explains fuck and suck and put end to the story in one pager.

Everybody knows in real life swinging/swapping wife is near impossible thing, and one needs to have a lot of guts to open up this idea to his own spouse and convince her and then finding a polite way to communicate to other friendly couple without being spitted on face. That too with a moderate and conservative couples like us it is big challenge, we are not wild couple going to pub, dance etc. Our wives offer prayers, puja and god fearing.

In our real life, it took complete 2 months’ time from the date when this idea budded and slowly progressed and reached final stage of making it happen. In this course of journey, there are lot of interesting events, debates, conversations, planning, sentiments, seductions, threats, blackmails, crying, romance, sex happened. So it needs several pages to explain every bit of the detail so this story will be lengthy but truly authentic and surely arouse you like anything, and you will not be able to resist cum/masturbate at least 10 times before you completely read this story.

Events, emotion and planning we had in this wife exchange journey will exceed a thriller movie’s suspense, I’m excited to explain here in this story. I tried to recall every minor discussions, plans, conversations happen in real time and presented it here.

We want to share our experience here with concealing our identity, all the names in this story are not original names. This whole incidents are narrated from both the couple’s perspective. I’ve organized as logical episodes, time to time the story will be narrated by different person.
I believe that will be the best way to explain this story as incidents, debates, discussions happen in houses of both couples.

More over our experience can be an FAQ for people interested in swinging and planning in future. You will see common challenges and solutions from our experience that you can be benefited from. You will also learn cunning and smart tricks/tips to convince conservative wife to agree for swap.

Kindly apologize if any grammar issues especially tenses. Please share your feedback to my email [email protected]. Your feedback will encourage me to write my few other experiences.

Without boring further, jumping into the story.

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I’m Rajesh and my wife is Swathi we are from TamilNadu and currently in Canada. I’m working as IT consultant and my wife is housewife. We are married for two years and we are in Canada for last one year. Our life is going very well.

To tell about us, I’m 5.9 height aged 29 and Swathi is 5.3 height and 26 aged and she looks quiet awesome with excellent package of beauty, firm and soft breasts no extra fat around waist and very fair in color and attractive buttocks curly hair and cute lips Anybody seeing her will like to talk to her and develop friendship though she is married. She has excellent dressing sense and has cute smile on her face. She is bit modern and not too conservative. She wears tight dresses that exposes body shapes and I’m not concerned with her glamorous dressing sense.

We are having a very good sex life, we were very open with each other in terms of sex needs. There were no hesitation in asking what we need from each other, enjoyed every aspect for sex since married. As years pass on, we felt this is getting bit saturated and we started looking something extra to make our sex life bit spicy, experimented various fantasy, like wife reading sex stories loudly for me and I reading for her to arouse our self and watching porn movies together, and enjoying variety of sex positions. Still I find something missing and want to do more and something new which could enhance both of our happiness and pleasure. One fine day I and my wife both started openly talking about this fantasy.

At the time of thinking something new and spicy, I was thinking slightly about swapping my wife with one couple (My wife also knows that couple the one I have in my mind). Though me and my wife are open in discussing anything related to sex and each other desires, this slightly concerns me to talk with my wife, and not sure if she will take it totally against me.

I was thinking if I can open this to her or not, slowly after getting courage, I started building up to open this matter to her. Here is our conversation

Rajesh (Me): (Holding Swathi’s hand) Swathi, I have something in my mind, but I’m fearing and highly worried to say about this fantasy desire to you. I’m highly concerned that my desire may hurt you. I’ll tell you, in case if you don’t like it, I’ll immediately drop that idea and erase that from my mind and I will never think about it or talk about it till my death. You should never think me bad and we should lead our life as usual and you should not get me wrong.

Swathi: (Firmly and supportively holding my hand) hey, why you are hesitating like this and creating lot of suspense and talking unnecessarily about death, I know you very well and I will not take it wrong even if your desire is even too wild. In worst case if I don’t like it, I’ll politely say you “No” and I will not talk a single word about why/how kind. So feel free to tell me.

Rajesh (Me): Thanks for your kind words, I love you so much for this kind of openness and support for me, I’m blessed to have you as wife. My desire is…..mm…mm…( I stammered a lot to open up and finally broke it up) tell me how much it would be thrilling and pleasure for both of us if we swap/swing our self with other couple and enjoy sex with different person. (I just stopped here are with heavily beating heart started looking into Swathi’s eyes for her response)

Swathi: (She starred at my eyes for almost 15 seconds) and slowly smiled and said in husky voice. Hey, you know what, we both are thinking likely. I too slightly got this idea while reading a sex story, but I thought this will just only happen in story and impractical and I thought that no husband will accept for it so I erased that thought from my mind. I’m happy to see that you also thought about the same and in fact you are Ok with doing that. You will not know how much I’m happy now. This happy is not just for that I’m going to have sex with someone, this happy is for how we both think of same kind of fantasy and desire.

I was extremely happy to hear such supporting decision from my wife, I’m flying in air now. I expected that she will not get angry, but never expected that she will that easily accept this. I thought i may need few days to convince her, luckily in 5 minutes it happened. Now it is time for me to talk about potential swappable couple that I have in my mind. My wife Swathi continued to talk now.

Swathi: As you have this desire, I bet that you may have some couple in mind for swap (she winkled at me with smile), tell me who is that couple. And one suggestion we should be very careful in selecting the other couple. It is very risky to pick some stranger or finding someone from Internet. We should ensure the couple that we are going to choose is someone who is well known for both of us and we should know them in real life and they should be our close friend. This is to ensure that privacy and secrecy will preserved for our life time.

Rajesh(Me): I completely agree with you 100%. We are not going to pick a stranger for this, I have a couple in mind who qualifies for what you said. If I’m right I believe the same couple should be in your mind too (winkled at her, She blushed with a smile and said “yes I have one”) and I said ok in that case let us count down 3 to 1 and say that couples name and see if we are thinking of same couple.

I started counting down 3..2…1.. We both at the same time spelled same couple name “Vinod, Harini”

We stunned looking each other and said with excitement “Oh My god, both of us are thinking of same couple in our mind…”

Before going further, we need to tell about the “Vinod and Harini”

They are also from India and Tamil Nadu and they came to Canada almost 8 months back. Vinod works with me in my same organization and in my team. Since we both are only Tamil people in our team, we become friends and our friendship extended to family level sooner. Vinod and Harini use to come to my home and we use to go to their home and we use to go long trips in either of our cars. Vinod usually comes by his bike (cycle) to my home in morning and we use to go to office by my car and some days he comes directly to office. Almost in 8 months both our family become friends, Swathi and Harini are close and similarly I and Vinod. We share all our family matters to each other and our friendship level is very decent that I and Vinod never talked outside decent area. Never talked about sex related things or adults only topics.

Vinod is 25 years and Harini is 23 Years, very young couples. Harini is from a moderate town in Tamilnadu and not from city like us and she is conservative. Harini is close relative of Vinod. Harini is not ultra-modern and can’t say as a country girl. She is of moderate type and conservative. She will look similar to actress Sridevi in her earlier ages. She is of good beauty good height and fair in color. Unlike my wife, Harini doesn’t wear modern dresses. In home she wear saree and during our long tours couple of times she came with t-shirt and churidhars. As she wear saree in house, during some of our visit to her home I had a glance to look her at side pose where her soft and big boobs cupped in tight blouse stands firm and straight and her hip looks like made of butter and wax mixture and tiny micro dot mole on visible side of her hip that increases her glamour to greater extent. Some times when she walks after sitting in sofa, saree that gets bit locked in her buts/ass crack exposes the heaviness and solid size of her buts. Her face is too beautiful and she has a very soft lips and beautiful smile. During one of our visits I had a luck of seeing her in half saree and later when Swathi enquired Harini about her half saree, she said that she is fond of halfsaree and wears just in home some time. Seeing her in halfsaree that day was a pleasant feast to my eyes. All these are something I noted in split fraction seconds during my visit to their house, never left any impression to Harini or Vinod that I’m looking at her in wrong way.

Came back to my discussion with Swathi.

Swathi: Very glad that we are thinking of same couples for swap, tell me if you had already spoke to Vinod about this and did he agree?
Rajesh (Me): No. I never spoke to him on this and I don’t dare as well. Our friendship is not to that extent, we never talked anything outside decency level. We talk several other things for hours but never about sex or girls. How about you? How is your relationship with Harini, up to what extent you both talk? Do you stand any chance to talk to her about swapping?

Swathi: No way, me too never talked to her. Naturally she is bit of shy type. I don’t stand chance to talk to her about this. We don’t have a chance of directly talking to them to convince them for this. We need to plan something different. We will do that, but before that (winkling at me), don’t hesitate or feel shy, tell me how you get idea of this couple, I bet something in Harini should triggered your fantasy, pls tell me da. What in Harini attracted you to think exchanging me for her?

Rajesh(me):(Started feeling excited to see Swathi’s reaction and query and I started narrating my feelings on Harini) Harini has a sexy body, hope you remember, during one of our visit to her home once and she was wearing half saree. Her half saree cannot cover her complete beauty, starting from her hips to boobs and butts. Two eyes are in sufficient to see her beauty. Based for my visual measurement of her potential sizes, i believe my two hands are not sufficient to catch hold of soft boobs. Moreover I like her shyness, if we take us as example, we were never feel shy. If Vinod and Harini comes to our home we never felt shy of being together like sitting closer and holding our hands, but she is bit of shy and if you notice that she will not move closer to her husband with shyness in front of others. Her shyness is another motivating factor for me. Imagine of getting such a shy Harini on bed with me and exploring her.

Think of how her face and eyes would burning with shyness while my cock is getting inserted into her. I’m feeling aroused and not sure if we are lucky enough to make it practical. Swathi. Please don’t mistake me for such an erotic narration about Harini, I just want to be open and talk from heart about what I feel. It is your turn tell me when you selected Vinod Harini couple, what aspect of Vinod attracted you.

Swathi: As you said, you too don’t mistake me for narrating about Vinod. Almost here too we are having same line of thinking. First reason for my attraction on Vinod is that he is a good and gentle person unlike common third rated person he is very good, kind and jovial. I feel I will be safe in such a known person’s hand rather than some unknown person. And as you said we need variety. You being in wheatish fair and north Indian kind of look, Vinod will be of different variety, he is from moderate town/village background, his moderate complexion and well-built body is a plus. Again as you said Harini’s shyness is also one of the reason. Based on my casual talks with Harini I don’t believe Harini would have given wild sexual satisfaction to Vinod? like blow job etc. etc., sex is something we should get enjoyed by seeing other partner in extreme pleasure, based on Harini’s shyness I think Vinod may had not got extreme pleasure things, Imaging how erotic it would be if I aggressively jump on Vinod and unzip his pants and put his big banana on my mouth and squeeze it with my mouth? How erotic it would be to make him to see the pleasure he never witnessed in his life time? I’ve noticed a good bulge in his jeans pant during one of our long trips. It seems he has a strong tool (winkled) all these are attractive points for me with Vinod.

We never talked such erotic describing about others, as we broke the idea of swinging to each other, we started bit openly talk about this, Initially I felt bit hard to digest when Priya narrating erotically about Vinod and later I digested thinking, I have to come across this and no need to feel possessive here.

Rajesh (Me): Ok fine, now let us talk. How to convey this to Vinod and Harini without making them angry? How to convince them to agree for exchanging partners? We should do this very safely, if something goes bad it can hit us like anything.

Swathi: I agree, we cannot directly ask them. We need to plan something to convey them. We cannot try anything with Harini. Vinod should be the first person we should convince. We should make him convince first and then we all three together can plan to rope in Harini in to this. How to bring Vinod inline to our thought and desire? One way is, Vinod should get attracted to me, he needs to see me differently and he needs to grow some desire on me. Once he has a desire on me and once he gets desire to play with me, we can take a next move of convincing him to bring Harini to swap life. First thing is that we need to make him to see me in a different perspective, currently he is seeing me as your wife in a very gentle respective way. We need to break that barrier first.

Rajesh (me): My god, what an excellent thought process. You are 100% right. This sounds like a plan. Always there is a scope to make a guy to fall for a girl. With an excellent beauty as an asset for you, you stand a chance to attract him. What we can do to make him to see you in a sexual perspective? One idea., what if one day once if he come to our home in my absence, you accidentally pour coffee on your saree and remove saree in front of him?

Swathi: (Laughing loud.) oh my god, your mind become dirty and thinking useless B grade movie ideas. How stupid you are thinking by seeing b grade Malayalam movies. (She stopped laughing and she started talking in serious note) this will not work and this will be too artificial and another thing we need to keep in mind is that we should not risk our self-respect and dignity here when we try this. Vinod is from moderate town with cultural values, first thing he might try is to leave the home if he comes during your absence and there is a chance if I try something wrong with him, he may slap me and say don’t cheat your husband. So we should plan something realistic and safe without compromising our dignity and self-respect, I cannot give up my self-respect and play cheap prostitute like seduction on him during your absence, we should do the same in a way without losing my self-respect. I have an idea, your presence is initially needed.

First thing we need to do is to make Vinod attracted towards me, we can do this by closely moving with him and creating friendship with him and being closer to him like sitting next to him, chatting to him more and making myself to look more appealing and attractive with good glamorous dressings without creating any suspicions.

You should plan to make him work with you in our home thru “Work from home” concept, you have better position in office so manage to work from home and get him to our home, when he is in our home for more time we have a slow chance of bringing him to our fantasy dream.

I started admiring her thoughtful and practical views and started admiring her ideas and it sounds good for me and started continue listening.

Swathi: If partner swapping is going to happens then that would be our highest sex life achievement, so we should not try to urge this to make it happen in day or two. It may take weeks and even months, we should patiently wait. First things is the way I appear and my dressing should be a key to seduce him. During his one of our home visits in morning I’ll dress myself well in glamorous attire that gives a deep cut at neck that exposes my boobs and cleavage and tight fittings that exposes my hourglass body shape and hip.

As this is our house and I dressing like that within our house that too in front of you cannot raise any suspicion and he knows that we are bit modern and not shy, he may not misunderstand us. Let us leverage this fact.

In our home we have two seater sofa and one seater sofa. Usually when Vinod comes you leave him one seater sofa and you use to sit in two seater sofa so that I can sit with you, now we need to casually change this practice. When next time Vinod comes to our home, you casually should go and sit in one seater and let him sit in two seater sofa. I’ll casually sit with him in two seater sofa in front of you while serving snacks. As all these should happen casually in front of you, so that he cannot say anything and cannot think wrong. With such an excellent figure like me in such a killing attire sitting next to him with good fragrance/scents and occasionally and casually rubbing my sleeveless shoulder over his shoulders should arouse him and he will definitely enjoy this proximity. We can see how he reacts to my closeness to him and as a girl I can definitely say if he is enjoying the closeness or not. If he don’t like it, he will try to avoid and move away. Based on his reaction and response we can plan further.

In this course of action, my self-respect and dignity is never risked as I’m going to do in front of you in the name of modernness and you are going to silently encourage in the name of broad mindedness. So he cannot scold or take it wrong. If he likes it, he will enjoy what I do to him, If he don’t like it, he will try to avoid what we are doing (like sitting next to him, being closer to him). By his reaction we can easily estimate what he is up to. There are several things we can do if he responds well.

I started admiring at her and started praising her “Wow what a plan, it is excellent This will definitely work, let us execute this sooner and see how things goes in our favor”. Then both of us started looking for a good attire for her and finally managed to buy couple of killing glamorous dresses for her.

She dressed one of them and came in front of Me., wow I couldn’t believe my eyes she was looking like an angel. These dresses looks something similar to Kate winslet wore in titanic, very tight but slight transparent and there is no strap on shoulder that leaves from shoulder to the top above the breast bare open revealing the shiny silky skin and also the top part of the dress has a deep cut so almost 10 to 15% of breast gently pops out of the dress in top. Since her skin is fair golden color which is contrast to the dark dress color it boosts the glamour of her skin tone.

Further below the breast dress tightly clips to the hip and waist revealing the hourglass shape of the hip and buts and extends up to thigh holding tight every part of her body. In bottom skinner pants which looks almost in skin color reveals as if she is not wearing anything below her thigh though it is a dress. To add more glamour there is an additional broad belt over waist which adds glamour to the hip.

Rajesh(Me): Wow, you are looking so sexy. Being your husband for all these years and fucked you for several times, this dress still tempts me to go and tear it and fuck you. So I firmly believe that this dress will definitely trigger sexy attraction towards you for Vinod. You can wear this tomorrow when Vinod is going to come to our home next morning. But will this not arise any suspicion or anything with him?

Swathi: I don’t think so, if I’m too traditional all these days and if I start becoming too modern then this may make him to think. But tight and modern dresses are not something new to me, I usually wear this kind of dress, but this is bit sexier. So it shouldn’t raise any suspicion. More over I’m wearing this in our home and that too in front of you, so he will not have anything to think bad against this.

Swathi started explaining the plan of making Vinod to fall in trap and as she started explaining in detail, I find every point what she said and the plan she made is really meaningful and has potential for success. We decided to start the plan execution from next day. Plan is that Vinod will come to my home tomorrow to go to office, I’ll ask to stay in home and work from home (I have influence to report to manager that we can work from home) and want to play around the possibility of turning his attention towards Swathi and see how it goes. Based on his response we will take the further move in coming days.

Please read Part 2 of the story to continue

Hi, this is [email protected] writing this story. Your comments and feedbacks are welcome. This is the story of a chance encounter with a beautiful lady from bus in the after class hours!

It was my after class time and I packed my bag and boarded a private bus to home. I was sitting near to the ladies side when this lady appeared from no where and stood beside me. I didn’t see her face in the first instant. It was her white hands which held on the rail of the seat before mine that took my attention. It was clean white hand with white nails and yellowish white bangles. As I followed her hand to her body, I observed an off-white saree clad ripe women.

From my sitting position I could see her body in close quarters. Her chest was heavily built, but well concealed by elegantly worn saree. Her left side hip was only conservatively exposed, but still showing the richness of her plump hips. Behind, her long hair strands was seen flowing. Her whole body had an aroma and a cleanliness which I could feel in the air.

Till then I haven’t see her face, and her beautiful body gave me a desire to look above and see her face. And I glanced up passing my eyes through the grand sight of her bulging pallu. Up above her pallu showed the upper side of her white chest and neck which is void of any chain. As I moved above a glossy lip with white teethes and a warm smile welcomed me. It was a beautiful face that she had, with wide beautiful eyes and matching bindi.

It took me a second to realize that she was smiling at me. I felt shy for a moment. I smiled back and then pulled away my eyes. She had seen me looking at her. I wondered what she would have thought about me,eyeing a lady like that. I don’t know why it is like that for me. I felt like this sometimes in front of my teacher, or some relatives of mine. My eyes wander to places where it should not have. I felt an arousal feeling on my pee thing inside my trousers. I felt angry at myself. I never looked up at her again after that, though her presence was always felt to me by her aroma, shades of her body and her beautiful hand.

After another stop, the man sitting next to me on the window side got up to get down from bus. I moved myself to the window seat. I felt happy and at the same time worried to see that lady choosing to sit beside me. She took out her handbag strap from her shoulders and sat down. Her wrapped around chiffon saree gave a stiff feeling on my hands, while her bulging out ass gave sweet pressure points on my sides. She kept her handbag on her lap and looked at me. Again our eyes met and she smiled at me. This time too I smiled back, but now at a little more ease. She asked me which college I am from and which class I am in.

From those questions she moved up to asking my name, where I am staying and so many other questions. For all questions I answered earnestly. I may not have answered another stranger these questions. But she mesmerized me and her questions where so effortless and her face always hid a pleasant smile. Our shoulders rubbed against each other while at some points her forearm hit mine. I felt a spark in my body on such moments. I have never experienced like this before. As we settled down in the journey which will take another 20 mts or so for me to complete, she sat in a laid back posture. Her hands held on to her bag.

While her left hand held the strap firmly, her right hand which is next to me held on to the umbrella head which was projecting out of the bag. I felt, being a white boy myself, my skin color is still slightly darker than her white skin. As I felt she was not looking at me, I studied her body once again. I was at shoulder height to her which was a perfect height to glance. But her saree wrap was on my side that I couldn’t see anything under her pallu. Yet I could admire the heaviness of her chest in close quarters. Her body parts which where touching mine felt very soft on me.

As I was watching her body, I felt a light touch on my lap. As I looked down I found it was the end of her palm which was holding her umbrella that touched and rested on my leg. I looked up at her again and she was found facing me. This time there was no smile in her face. Just a blank expression. I wondered if she had caught me eyeing her the second time today. I felt tense and decided to look outside the window. Fortunately for her nothing seamed to be out of order and so remained like that. But then I felt her hand inched more into my lap. Probably it could be just a feeling as her hand was still resting on the knob of her umbrella and it moved just unintentionally towards my lap.

Probably in the shake of the vehicle, the umbrella might be jumping out of her bag. But these touch feelings, which were only a ‘small’ one earlier, now started to get bigger. Her palm was now fully resting on my trousers on my left thighs, pretty close to my groin area. Just on the side is my pee pee under the trousers. And just down is my naked thighs coming out of the trousers. I wished to look down, but didn’t dare to do so as I was still ashamed of my earlier catch situation. I clinched on to my bag and looked outside. But the situation became too obvious pretty soon. In a bumpy point in the road, her palm skid over to my groin and rested directly on top of my pee-pee. It was a tense and high adrenalin pumping situation for me.

I have never come across a situation like this before and didn’t know what to do. More than that my pee-pee started responding to her hand. It started growing under her palm, as if awakening inside the trousers. I felt I am in trouble and decided to do what I am best at. That is to look outside the window and stay still. Pretty soon I could feel her pushing against my pee-pee in small intervals. I could feel my pee-pee getting stiffer inside my trousers. I blamed myself for not putting on an underwear inside. It was a bad habit from my side. I didn’t realize the difficulties the grown ups will face without an underwear when they are aroused. Her pushes soon gave way to groping lightly using her thumb and first finger. Now there should be no doubt for her as to how hard my pee-pee is right now. I stole a glance down and was surprised to find that she was still holding the umbrella knob partially, while the rest of her fingers were on my trouser. I immediately took my eyes away. Soon she stopped pushing against my pee-pee.

I waited in anticipation as I missed her fingers down there. She after a moment’s gap took her fingers down all the way to the wide open end of my trouser on the leg side. She put her fingers inside and grabbed my pee-pee by its head and pushed it low between my legs. She now had my thing in her hands between my thighs. As I stole a glance I found that she has hidden my lap partially using her handbag while the other side is already covered by the bag on my lap. She has got a perfect den for her to dwell in, and even I am at guess as to what all she could do under these. She still got some good 10-15 mts before I get down at my stop and she too knows that. After the initial wait she started moving around with her fingers. She was actually feeling around my thing. The head, the tip of my head, the ring under, which is covered with my foreskin, and the stem. I felt a wave of excitement in me which I have never felt before. Even if I touch my thing with my own hands, I have never felt this high. It was the first time in my memory that someone other than me has touched my thing. And the feeling was great.

She started moving my foreskin up and down, bringing another round of sensation to me. I felt my thing grew to a size it has never grown before. She was pulling down my foreskin which I have never done myself. Because I had felt it to be bit painful in doing. But this time when she is doing I didn’t feel any pain at all. In fact I felt it great. She touched my virgin under ring with her thumb and middle finger. She started stroking it again. She stroked very slowly so as not to create any shake to the bags. She had taken out my pee pee completely out of the trouser ends. So now it is just hidden by the bags alone.

I shivered in fear and excitement at the thought of sitting there with my pee pee out. But looking at her, her face composure, her posture or even her hidden hand could not have revealed to anyone what she is doing underneath. Who could have guessed that under her pleasant looks, elegant dressing lie a women with daring interests! She mauled my pee tool with all her fingers. Since she cant take up my pee pee, she took it deep between my thighs as if trying to see how much she can stretch it. She with great difficulty felt with her fingers, the valley of my tool where the stem joins the body. She inspected the pee-hole with the tip of her finger. In all she had me in a throne of pleasure. It was when I was enjoying such feelings for endless that she stopped with her plays. She is inserting my tool back inside the trouser.

I felt bit disappointed. She could have continued some more time, atleast till the next stop. I thought in my mind. She still had her hand on my inside naked thigh. She then turned towards me, brought her head closer to me and whispered in my ears “Son, would you love to drop in to my house for some time? My stop is only one stop before yours….”. I was surprised by her invitation. Is she inviting me for more? As I didn’t say anything immediately, she continued “You told that u will be alone till evening na, so why not join me at my home so that we can chat and have some time together.” I pondered over her invitation. It is okay at home for me to be late.

I sometimes start late from classes if I play table tennis. Even otherwise, my parents are at work and will be back some solid 2 hrs or so later only. But still after all the thoughts I finally choose to reply her by saying “Aunty, thanks for your invitation. But I will be a trouble to you if I come over to your place. I don’t want to disturb you…” I felt I should be mad to say this. I should be mad in turning down her invitation. Even before I completed my sentence, I started revolting in my mind. But the lady saved me from the situation by stopping me in between my sentence. She told “You will never be a trouble for me. In fact it is a pleasure to receive you at my home”. She was saying that while she patted my inner thighs of my legs. I felt the ting between my legs. I could not have resisted her offer any more. I nodded in agreement. So as her stop neared she got up from her seat, indicating me to follow her.

We got down at her stop which is one stop before mine. From here it is still walkable distance for me to my home. She took out the umbrella and opened it to shield from the scotching sunlight. She held my shoulders and brought me closer to stand under the umbrella as a protection from the sunlight. She led me through a bi-line. As we walked, our bodies touched and rubbed each other. I stole a glance at her body which was in close quarters. Even through her conservative dressing, it felt amazing. As being on her left side, I was on the open side of her pallu. I could see her blouse clad boobs grinded against the saree pallu, her hips grinding against the saree and moving up and down as she walked. Her folds grind against each other like a well oiled machine, while the curves gleamed under sunlight. Upwards her sandal color blouse fitted rightly on to her body.

Only the beginning of her mounts was visible from under the pallu, while the peaks went under the carefully tucked pallu away from naked eyes. Soon we reached a fine looking well kept house. It was not too big, and not too old, but beautifully designed. She led me inside. She had told on me on the way that there would be no one at her home, so I was not expecting to see anyone inside. Inside too was well designed and neatly arranged. She offered me a sofa to sit, and told she will go and take something to drink for me. On the way she switched on the big ~32 inch flat TV and gave me the remote. It was good that she put on the TV for me, for it was a good tension buster for me. Some Anushka shetty song was going on in the TV from a dubbed film. I changed channels. Another channel in Tamil caught my attention with the lead actor having a crush for the hips of his heroines and going about holding everyone’s. I quickly changed the channel as I don’t want the aunty to catch me watching these sexy scenes. I flipped through Malayalam, Hindi channels before deciding to settle with Anushka’s gyrating hips once again. It was not vulgar while still arousing at the same time.

Soon aunty came back with a glass of cold orange juice in her hand. In close proximity I found that the dozen or so thin bangles on her hand are made off white and yellow metal making it look elegant. She had her loose end of the pallu tied around her hip. For a moment she looked like a beautiful housewife happily and busily working around in the kitchen. It felt hard to believe that this was the lady who played with my tool some half hour before. I placed the remote on the teapoy and took the juice from her hands. She sat beside me on my right side of sofa and watched me sipping-in the juice. As I finished off the glass and placed it on the teapoy, she brought her hand to my chin and wiped off the juice which leaked out of my mouth. In the process her long fingers touched my lips and cheeks, sending a wave of sensation across me.

Then she moved close by and started speaking about things from our locality. About the travel woes by auto and bus, the frequent current cuts etc. She spoke “It was when I was in the middle of such travel that I saw one beautiful pair of eyes watching me”. She paused for a second and then touched my right naked thigh with her right hand and told “It was you who had those eyes”. I knew she would have caught me staring at that time. Now it was confirmed. But she soothed me by saying the other side of the story. She told “But even before that, I had seen a pair of young legs from an innocent looking young boy which was you. You should know by now that I have a crush for good young white thighs of boys. Your thighs appeared so virgin white to me that I came and stood by your side for a closer look.” She told all this while she patted my leg. “It appeared to me even whiter than my skin, just like the inside stem of a banana plant. If I scratch your leg with my nail, blood would have come out of it” she told me while giving a small pinch on my naked thigh. “That is why I brought you here to know more about you. If your legs are this special, certainly you should be holding something even more special inside. And I did found it out earlier.” She paused, looking at my eyes straight, hands freezed on my right thighs, as if waiting for some permission from me.

After a moments pause, she slid her hand inside, second time since we met today. This time more firmly and without any pauses. Since my pee-pee was facing the other leg on the other side of my trouser, her sliding fingers hit the shaft bottom end of my tool. She spread out her fingers to grab the bottom of the shaft. And then in a swirling action she bought the shaft head from other side to this side of the trousers. And then she pulled it out to bring forward my shining pee head from inside. My thing lay bare in her hand. She looked at her prized catch in as much earnest as I was. She was slowly stroking it in her hands. When I looked at her she appeared like an angel doing mischievous things. As she glanced back at me, I fumbled for words. I bluntly said “Sorry, I forgot to put on my underwear”. She replied “It is totally fine. That made it easier for me. And as a matter of fact I can give you something else to wear for if you want”. She didn’t elaborate on her statement. Neither I asked, though I didn’t quiet get what she meant by that.

She asked me “Shall I take off your trousers”. I nodded positively and she slowly unhooked my trousers and slides it out along my legs. I lay there naked from waist to bottom. But strangely I didn’t feel that shy compared to how I was earlier today. She neatly kept my trouser on the teapoy. Then in a slow but firm way she raised both my legs and kept it on her lap. This way I sat in a strange way with my butt firmly on the sofa down, while my legs raised up and resting on her lap. This way I felt I was more in her hands and at her mercy. But that position was dick raising for me. Because my pee-pee was erect like never before. She stroked my thing once again and then ran her hand all over from thighs to the knee and back. Her hand gave feather like feelings to me, while her bangles dragged over my body. Then she for the first time inspected my balls closely, rubbing under it in the process. I felt a strange feeling of some build ups inside me. When I used to rub my pee pipe myself, I used to have such feelings. But not this high.

She held on to my leg while she attended my tool. That gave me my first feel of her boobs as my legs squeezed on to her boobs. It felt soft, cool and warm at the same time. It felt squeezy, spongy, and bulky at the same time. It had its direct effect on my pee-pee as it sore to new heights. While she stroked my thing, she also started rubbing her face on to my leg once in a while. With time she progressed to rubbing more intensively and used her tongue at times to lick my thighs. It soon striked me that what she told me was truthful. She really does have a liking for legs and thighs. As she stroked my thing harder, her bangles made sweet clanking sound by hitting on to each other.

She meanwhile rubbed her face all over my legs and licked, including my upper feet and toe. That was a strange feeling for me. I had never experienced someone licking my leg before. In fact I have never experienced any of these before. She even complimented my legs for its cleanliness. I felt breathless as she notched up her stroking by one level. The feeling of build up in me started getting bigger and I lost my sense by pleasure that I had never experienced before.

Suddenly I cummed! I cummed all over her hand. It was a transparent but thick liquid. That was the first time I experienced cumming. In my masturbation sessions that I am used to, I always used to get a peak in my pleasure, but never in the form of any cumming. So I was worried when I ejaculated fluid on to auntie’s hand. I tried to apologize to her “Aunty, I am sorry. I didn’t expect anything like this to come out and spoil your hand”. She interrupted me and told “It is fine, it is quiet normal”. Saying that she took out a handkerchief from her saree fold and wiped her hand. After that she asked “Is this the first time you are ejaculating, I mean peeing thick fluid like this”. I nodded positively. She asked “Do you ever used to stroke like this”. Though I don’t like to admit it, still I didn’t lie before her. She asked “So you have never ejaculated like this before even while you stroked”. I nodded negatively. She continued “Well, I am happy to hear that. I am happy to make a man out of a virgin boy. And I am happy to be that first lady for you”. She patted my cheeks while saying that.

Then she rested my legs on the sofa and got up. She adjusted her wrinkled saree and then told “I will go and take another juice for you. You should be exhausted by now”. I thanked her for her gesture. The TV still played on some nice songs with actress Ritcha in the lead. She was in her blouse without pallu. And the heavily chested lady combined with the padded blouse/bra gave breathtaking view for me. Another song followed it, by the time aunty came with another glass of juice. I drank it in one gulp. I was still nude below as she hadn’t yet allowed me to wear my trouser. So instead I had my trouser spread over my lap to hide my joy toy. But still I was feeling the shyness especially after I ejaculated in her hands. She seeing my situation laughed and told “I will bring something else for you to wear now”. Saying that she went inside and returned a moment later with a small folded piece of silky white clothe in her fist. It didn’t look like, nor has the size of a trouser.

It looked to me like a kerchief. But when she opened her fist, it revealed a white thin underwear. At that time I failed to realize that it is a ladies underwear and is called panties. She showed it towards me and told “Let me put this on you”. Though it wasn’t exactly what I thought would comfort me, I could not have objected to putting on something to hide my hard-on. She raised my legs and put on the panties. She dragged the panties all the way up to my buttocks. It was a laced panty. Due to its stretchy material, it fitted on to my body rather nicely. But the piece of clothe was extensively cut to women’s body shape that it didn’t reach out enough to cover my vital parts. Half of my buttocks was out, showing my ass creek. In the front the panties was inwardly cut that it didn’t have enough material to cover my pee-pee when it is in upward semi erect vertical position. Neither it had the accommodative space on the crotch area to keep my pee-pee in the downward position. So it showed up half the head of my pee-pee above the panties line.

Even when I tried to pull up the panties further, it was not giving in. Only effect it had is, due to the rubbing of the laced pantie on my pee-pee head, my thing started growing again from its semi-hard state to hardened state. Due to this effect, the stem of my thing was also now visible above the panties line. I was visibly tense and embraced, but also enjoyed the moment. She ran her fingers over the panties line and told to herself that it was a perfect fit for me. She asked me to stand up and face her. As I stood up she scanned me top bottom. Then she ran her fingers all over my panty including buttocks before finally settling over my pee mount. She held on it vertically from over the panties. Then she rubbed her palm over my tool from top to bottom. The nylon panties amplified its effect on my tool. My tool got hardened once again to its full magnitude.

The shaft popped out of the panties top. Her hand rubbed on to the back of my pee pee head. Her fingers covered the entire length from top to bottom, touching the naked cock head as it reached up. I felt her rubbing was too much for me to bear that I started squiggling on the sofa. Upon seeing that she stopped playing with my tool. She told “We have more things to do than this”. Saying that she got up from the sofa and moved a step back. For a moment she stood there before me like a lighted lantern. I felt she is the most beautiful and elegant middle aged lady at that time. After a pause she gave me the best moment of my life.

She untucked the pallu end from her hip and then unwound and dropped down the pallu in front of me. And there before me is unravelled a marble like stone carved body of a beautiful women. Her chest concealed in her sandal colored blouse, her folded horizontally elongated navel, her curvy hips, her saree clad petticoat etc where all mesmerizing for me. Though she was having big hooters, her cleavage was hidden by the cleverly sewn blouse, which rightly fitted on to her body. The stiches of her blouse were minimal with the hooks to the back. There was one inverted V cut stitch under her boobs which ran along the bottom from either sides, peaking at the centre, just in-between her boobs. Another stich ran all the way from her under arm directly to the peak of her boobs. Sans these two major stitches, her blouse front was plane. But the simplicity enhanced the viewing experience of her huge mounts. The seamless wrinkle free mounts combined with wide cut blouse neck, showing her white skin was dick raising for me. Her blouse neck, which was so wide cut seam to defy any room for bra straps to be placed underneath.

When I get down from her boobs to the open valley of her navel, I felt it to be rich and plumb. And her navel deep enough to plant a sapling. From boobs to navel she matched the looks of Ritcha in blouse and petticoat, from the movie sequence which played in the channel earlier. Only a gold belly chain was missing. Hmm, I was awe struck with all the assets displayed in front of me. Aunty patiently waited and showed off for some moments. Then she unwound the rest of her saree, putting herself in just her blouse and petticoat. She then asked me to lie down on the sofa. I pointed at the awkward panties I am wearing as if to ask if I can take it off. She told “Let it be there, I will take it off for you”. Having heard her, I reclined to the sofa, lying down on it with just my shirt and her panties on me. She came closer and then mounted over me with her legs on both sides of my pelvis. She sat on my legs while kneeled down on the sofa. In that position she got easy access to my dick whose head is now only partially visible outside the panties.

She rubbed over my shaft once again, arousing my pee-pee in the process. Soon it came out of the panties, first head out, then half of my shaft. Happy with the progress, she dragged down the panties till my knee revealing my pee-pee to her once again. She fondled my legs from bottom thighs to upper, until she decided to attend to my pee-pee once again. She started shagging my thing slowly. That familiar sound of her bangles tingling began heard once again in my ears. She continued shagged in a slow phase till she felt satisfactory. Then she spread out her legs even more and then reached her one hand under her petticoat. At that age, I had no idea what was to follow. Only thing I was sure was that it is going to be pleasurable for me. Under her skirt she touched up her private part as if preparing way for my tool. Then she took my tool and led it underneath her petticoat, deep between her legs till it hit her pussy lips. It was a straight shot at the eye. Without any fumbling around on her pussy, she was able to directly hit her pussy lips with my pee-pee. She asked me “Can I put it in now. It might be bit painful. You can always tell to stop when you feel like”. I told her she can go ahead.

She didn’t wait any further as she plunged down on my shaft all the way till our pelvis meet. I felt it more than being warm, in fact I felt it hot inside her pussy walls. Looked like she was in so much heat all the time, but still exercised restraint all the time. I could feel the heat of her hole radiating out. She asked me “Are you okay now, are you feeling good, Can I move?” I nodded my head positively. She started moving up and down on my tool. The walls of her pussy chamber rubbed on my pee-pee kindling a great sensation in me. Her pussy was wet giving natural lubrication for my pee-pee. Contrary to auntie’s fear, I didn’t feel any pain throughout the process. In fact it was only loads and loads of pure pleasure for me. Though at that age, I didn’t know what exactly sexual intercourse means other than the name itself, I was able to enjoy it and respond by instincts. It is true that some things like sex need not be educated in life. The act of sex naturally occurs. A snake need not be shown its way to den.

At the right time, it will enter the hole on its own. Similarly as desire comes a man and women will find a partner by themselves to indulge in sex. Coming back to aunty, she, sitting vertically, moved up and down over me. She moved slowly, and her boobs swayed in synchronization. It was great to watch her boobs from down under. While at it, she tied up her long hair, which was getting on the way, into a bun. While doing that, her already protruding boobs thrusted out even more, tempting me to hold it. After tying up she moved forward, kneeled down her hands, bringing her body horizontally at level with my body. Then she held my shoulder and lied down on me, crushing her boobs on to my body in the process. She rested part of her weight on my body. She then asked on my ears “Are you okay with my weight, can u bear it?” When she is thrusting her boobs like this on my body, I never could have felt any weight on me. I said to her that I am okay only. She whispered again into my ears “I want you to feel my body when we are doing it. That is why I am lying down on you”.

Saying that she moved her hips in that position, grinding my pee-pee within. Her whole body was rubbing against mine, stimulating all my senses. Her face was by my side, and she started kissing me on my ear. She then kissed my cheeks and slowly progressed to my lips. It was the first time in my memory that someone has kissed me on my lips. And it felt great. Soon she made me open up my lips so that she pushed in her tongue into mine. It was a different experience and her rough tongue played with mine. She moved her tongue in and out, resembling the intercourse movement that is happening down. In-between she took my fingers too one by one, sucking it with her lips. All this was new experience for me. It was she who initiated all these, and I just lied back and reciprocated to her. Down below our bodies where heating up as she charged on my pee-pee.

Though I haven’t really wished for any more boon from her, she as if understanding a boys mind took my hand and lead it all the way to her boobs. She made me for the first time squeeze on her boob. That was my first feel of her boobs on my hand and it felt great. I could feel the fabric of her tempered blouse and the bra cup underneath. Beyond which her juggling boobs could be felt. While my palm supported her boobs over her bra cup, my extended fingers directly hit on her blouse and naked skin. I knew that I can now squeeze on to her boobs. But some mental block forbid me from doing it. I could only just hold on to her boobs without moving.

Finally she had to whisper to my ears to go ahead and squeeze her up nicely. And then I did as she told and it felt very good to squeeze on to hers. With each squeeze her white flesh popped up from above her wide cut blouse. It was a heavy but firm mass. And for the first time I got to see her cleavage nicely and prominently between the pushed up boobs. It appeared deep and mind-blowing and needs a lot of exploration to be done. I didn’t get much time for that as aunty thrust forward and squeezed her boobs on my face. I deep inhaled her fragrance, that haunted me right from the time we were inside the bus. I felt she had a bit of baby powder smell too on her body. As my face was trapped on her heavy assets, I explored her side boobs with my fingers. I felt the stich line of her boobs which ran from under her arm all the way to the peek of her boobs. It felt great to have my hands on something which I have eyed so intensively some moments before. Though I could not see, the feeling was great. And it was complimented by the great feeling I am getting from down under.

Her pussy on my pee-pee had a different feeling and pleasure level than having her hands on it. Because it is self lubricating, tight, and hot inside. And she gyrated her hips and moved up and down the entire stretch in long strokes adding a great sensation to our intercourse. But every good moment has to come to an end. And if it ends with the best of the good moment, then that is the best you can ask for. And this is exactly what happens in intercourse. Sex is an emotional build-up which feels good when it comes, and it is the best when one climaxes. Same was bound to happen for me too. I started getting the high feel of the build up in me. I cried out saying “It is coming,… It is coming”. And auntie’s response was “Let it come, shoot it in me. Cum like no bounds”.

Saying that she clenched my body in her hands, as if she wont let me go until I cummed. Her pussy felt superfluous and hot like a furnace. I reached a point of no return. And then I cummed. I cried and cummed inside her, deep inside her. Letting my pee-pee reach as deep as possible inside her. That was the most wonderful experience I had in my life until now. In fact that day brought me a whole load of experience which I could not have expected to experience so soon.

We lied like that for some moment, until aunty turned around to lie on her back in the sofa. We rested like that for some good time until aunty got up. She dressed up back in her saree. I removed the panties from my ankles and checked with aunty if I can put on my trousers. Aunty gave the go ahead signal and helped me dress up in my uniform. Aunty brought in some biscuits and some more juice. I gladly ate all that.

It was going to be half past five. So I had to hurry up back home. I bid goodbye to aunty. Before leaving aunty told “Son, the doors of this house will be open for you always. You are welcome to come over here any time. Do come at least once a week”. I nodded and promised her that I will visit her often. It was a promise that I love to keep. I haven’t yet got the chance to open her blouse and see her assets. Neither I got the chance or time to see her nude or inspect her pussy. I had to fulfil all these desires and also quench my thrust as long as I can. For all these to happen, I have to see her again. So I will surely love to keep this promise. I walked to my home with the thought of seeing her next week

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