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Hello readers, this time I am sharing a threesome experience of my female ISS reader. I am writing this with the addition of my imagination. I am publishing this story with the consent of my female ISS reader.

Sumit and Riya (original names changed) were married couples. Both of them have been happily married for the last 6 years. They had a love marriage, and they were in a relationship for another 3 years. They were an open-minded and supportive couple.

Describing Riya, she was 30 years old. Wheatish brown colour, black hair and 5’5” tall. Her figures were 34C-30-32. Though she was a mom, she maintained her figure. She had the perfect curves that a man would wish to fondle. She was a graduate but was not working.

Describing Sumit, he was 32 years old, 5’10” tall and had a 6” long dick. He was also wheatish brown in colour. He was muscular and handsome. Girls would fall for him. Both Sumith & Riya were a perfect match, and they were living happily.

Sumit was running a garments export and import business in Gujarat. They had a 3-year-old son named Vihaan.

Last winter, they had planned a vacation trip to Rajasthan to enjoy and keep the fire between them strong and steady. They left Vihaan with their parents and went on the trip. They wanted to chill and relax from the routine chaos.

The tour was of 4 days and three nights in Rajasthan, covering Jaipur, Jodhpur and Jaisalmer on the first day after the site visits at different locations such as Amber fort, City palace and Jantar Mantar.

They had planned a romantic evening. They went to a hotel like they were dating and had a candlelight dinner. Riya was wearing a violet-coloured gown-type dress with all her assets well placed. Sumit was wearing a suit.

Both of them looked stunning in that attire and had a beautiful time together, revisiting their old relationship days. After reaching the hotel, they slowly started to make out.

Sumit started smooching her, and she responded well. They slowly moved ahead. Sumit made her sit on his lap and slowly squeezed her melons. She always loved Sumit playing with her boobies.

After having their child, Sumit limited playing with her boobs. She was fond of him playing with her boobs. She enjoyed his act and responded well.

Sumit took off her dress, and she was in her bra and panties. She was wearing a padded white coloured designer bra and the same-coloured panties. He removed her bra and made her sit facing him.

He started sucking her light brown nipples and played across each inch of them with his tongue. She was in heaven and moaned because of pleasure.

When he slowly made her lie in bed, Riya asked Sumit.

Riya: Sumit, it will be more fun if we could have one more person with us tonight.
Sumit: You mean threesome?
Riya: I would like to enjoy the threesome tonight. I hope you like it.
Sumit: That would be fun. You need a boy or a girl.
Riya: First, we can start with a girl.
Sumit: So, shall I check for a prostitute?
Riya: No, Sumit. We need something interesting. We can go to a pub now. I am giving you all the licences. You should convince a girl to have a threesome and bring her here with us.
Sumit: Interesting, babe. I shall try, but I am not sure that I will get a girl within a short span of time.
Riya: Hey, dear, don’t demotivate yourself. You are my gem, and girls would fall for you.
Sumit: (motivated) Yeah… Tonight we will have a girl here for sure with us.
Riya: That’s my baby. Love you.

They again got ready and went to the nearest pub. They sat in a corner and watched everyone. Riya spotted a fair, tall and lean girl sitting at the bar table counter and sipping beer. Riya showed that girl to Sumit and asked him to get her tonight.

Sumit accepted the challenge and went near her. Riya was sitting there and watched both of them. Sumit went near that girl and offered her a drink. She accepted, and he sat near her and started a conversation. She was a little drunk at that time.

When enquired, she was an architecture student from West Bengal, and she came here for a solo trip. Her name was Sumie, and she was 22 years old. Her figures were 32B-28-30.

Sumit introduced Riya to Sumie, and all of them started drinking. Sumit and Sumie were almost drunk. While drinking, Sumit asked Sumie about having a night together with them. She agreed with him. Sumit won and persuaded her to stay with them.

The couple went to their hotel with Sumie. Comparing the three of them, Riya was the least drunk. They reached the hotel and went to the room. After reaching the room, Sumit and Sumie started making out. Both were high because of alcohol. They started smooching in front of Riya.

Riya watched them kissing. An unusual sensation was felt by her. She enjoyed watching Sumit making out with Sumie. After smooching Sumit, she slowly undressed herself. She had smaller breasts when compared to Riya and had dark nipples.

Sumit took her to bed. He undressed himself and went fully nude. He, too, was excited to bang Sumie in front of Riya. Riya handed over a condom pack to Sumit to wear before entering Sumie’s pussy. He wore the condom and made Sumie lie in doggy style.

Sumie was behaving like a sex slave of Sumit, and she did whatever Sumit said to her. Sumit started to bang her in doggy in front of Riya. As that was their first threesome, Riya was watching and enjoying the fucking. Riya undressed herself and sat near Sumie.

Riya started fingering herself, sitting there. Sumie was moaning like hell, but Sumit continued banging her. Riya continued playing with her own boobs with one hand and fingering with the other.

Riya: Sumit, why can’t you try the cowgirl position?
Sumit: (He was gasping) Why?
Riya: I too want to join you guys. I wanted you to suck my pussy while she rides your dick.
Sumit: Okay, babe, that sounds good.

He stopped banging Sumie. Sumie lay in bed, exhausted. Riya went near her and started kissing her like a lesbian partner. She kissed her whole body and started sucking her boobs. Sumie responded well, and they started to be more intimate.

Riya went down and started sucking her pussy. She played with her tongue on Sumie’s wet pussy. She sucked her pussy well deep and tight. Sumit got a break to relax and get ready for the next round, watching his sexy wife’s lesbian act.

Sumit instructed Sumie to come for the cowgirl position, and the sex slave instructed her boss. She sat and started jumping up and down. Her small boobs were moving up and down. At that time, Riya sat on Sumit’s face so that he could suck her pussy.

Riya extended her hand to give support to Sumie’s dancing boobs during her activity. Thus, the couple officially started a threesome. Sumit started licking Riya’s pussy while Sumie was riding on his dick. Meanwhile, Riya was groping Sumie’s soft boobs.

Sumit held Sumie’s hip and assisted her in her act. They continued for some time, and Sumit stopped Sumie when he was about to cum. He removed his condom, but the girls had other plans. Sumie started stroking Sumit’s dick while Riya started sucking his balls.

She slowly sucked those balls with pleasure and enjoyed what she was doing. Sumie started giving a blowjob, she sucked his dick deep into her throat and continued. She ran her tongue over his 6” dick. She was sucking so well.

Sumit was lying on the bed watching the girls’ show. He enjoyed their act. Sumit didn’t fuck Riya till that time, so he planned to start with Riya in the second round. Sumit planned to bang her in doggy style. He pulled her near him and started to bang that horny bitch very hard.

Riya was moaning with pleasure. Sumie went near her and started smooching her. She was being fucked and smooched at the same time. Sumie sat near Riya and started fondling her gorgeous, round, slightly saggy breasts. Sumie held one boob and started sucking it while Sumit was pounding at Riya’s back.

When Sumit was about to cum, he informed both ladies. They knelt before him, and he unleashed a cum towards both of them. His cum spread all over the faces and boobs of both ladies. He was exhausted and lay in bed. The ladies started fingering each other.

Riya was fingering Sumie and vice versa. After some time, Sumie shivered and squirted out. She got her orgasm. Riya kept on continuing her action. When Sumie had an orgasm, she fingered Riya faster and started licking her pussy continuously.

Within a few minutes, Riya ejaculated a load of her liquid. All three of them got an orgasm, and thus the session for that day ended. All three of them slept naked together that night.

Sumie was with them for the rest of the days in Rajasthan, and they visited all the places together and stayed together. On the fourth day, they thanked each other and separated. This was an awesome experience for all of them.

Any married women and ladies looking for casual friendship with no commitments or no relationship can contact me at [email protected]. Kindly give your feedback to improve my stories.

The Courting Period:

Hello readers, I am Deepak, currently married to Shalini, the star of this story. We live in Delhi. I will start by saying that I am a porn addict from a very young age. I have many fetishes, some of which are Japanese Porn, cuckold, and Passionate porn.

I always wanted someone to try all those fantasies. I was always the shy one, so I never got into a relationship. I had a few flings, but I wasn’t able to get to bed. Then, after taking care of all the adult bachelor responsibilities, I decided to marry.

Soon, I started to look for the girl. I was very particular about what I wanted: someone with an open mind like mine. Someone who would try all these fantasies with me.

I came across a picture on a matchmaking site. The girl was tall, slim, and had a fit, athletic build. Her name was Shalini. I sent her the match, and to my luck, she accepted it. We started a conversation, and she was into me. Our families, too, got involved, and the courting period started.

She was from a small family. She took care of the family duties as a daughter from a very small age. She was modern in her thoughts as she never compromised her studies. She was built like an athlete.

She has gorgeous wavy hair.  Her back was in proportion, and her waist stood out whenever she wore jeans. She was by no means thin but slim and fit.

We used to chat a lot. We started to chat about everything. I wanted to know how open-minded she is. I started talking about relationships and today’s dating culture. We talked about how people nowadays have boyfriends and girlfriends before marriage.

I wanted to know whether she had a boyfriend or not. I pressed her and took her in confidence that if she had one, it’s ok with me. Then one day, when I was pressing her on the topic, she told me that yes, she had a boyfriend a long time ago. They had broken up a few years back, and now they aren’t in contact.

She stated she is a loyal girl and will always be loyal to me. I started enquiring more about her past. After a few days of flirting and opening up past topics, she got comfortable with me and started to tell me more about her past.

I got to know they were physical. Something inside me tickled, and I wanted to know more about her past. I asked and asked, kept pressing her without breaking her trust and without making her uncomfortable. She told me how he used to fuck. He was the one who took her virginity.

I was getting hard by reading her words as she was unfolding the dark, sleazily secreted secrets of her past. Just imagine this girl would be in my bed as my wife.

In my mind, I was thinking about all kinds of things about where she met him. How did such an orthodox conservative girl become his sex slave? How hard did he use to fuck her? Did she cum on his cock? Did she ever take his load inside?

Did she ever take his cock inside her mouth and suck him? Did he fuck her ass? While thinking all of this, I was getting hard. I liked the feeling that she has experienced all that, and she might be willing to share all of this in detail.

With each passing day, as I was listening to her, I also started imagining. The more she told me about her past relationship, the more curious I got. I started asking all these questions one by one. I feel she has become more open with me.

She said he was her best friend’s brother. She used to go to her friend’s house to meet her. There, he too used to find ways to talk to her. He sent her a friend request on Facebook, and soon she started chatting with him.

One thing led to another, and they started meeting with each other outside without telling anyone. They often met at Fatehpur Sikri. They would walk together, sharing quiet embraces and holding hands like any other young couple.

On one evening, she told me he forcibly pushed her into the corner and kissed her. They kissed her for quite some time; she was all flustered and embarrassed by the act. I asked her if she resisted or felt uncomfortable. On the contrary, she told me she liked it.

I got such a hard-on reading her words as she wrote that. Things were moving fast, and he used to touch everywhere whenever they met after that. He used to sneak his hand inside her top and press those boobs. BTW, she has very soft boobs. She has light brown nipples and a perfectly sized areola.

Then I asked her how he convinced her of the sex. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. She was about to spill all her secrets to her future husband. She was hesitating a lot. I had to convince her that I trust her, and none of the things that she reveals about her past would ruin our relationship.

I told her relationships are built on transparency, trust, and openness. I don’t have problems with her past relationships, as it’s a part of life. I told her I want her to be confident and not ashamed of her past, as it’s a way of life.

These are the experiences a person had during his or her journey. No one needs to be apologetic about them. But then they should not hinder with the present, and the past should be cherished as a past.

She felt relieved by listening to my thoughts. She said she would stay loyal to me and only me. Her past has no dominion over her. She now knew that I liked listening to her raunchy experiences. She had no filters now. Now she is about to open a Pandora’s box of her life.

To be continued.

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Hello doston, main aapka dost Sahil hoon. Ek baar phir se aapke saamne ek nayi kahani le kar aaya hoon aur ummeed karta hoon ki aapko yeh kahani acchi lagegi.

Jo nayi readers hain, unhein apne baare mein bata doon. Main Delhi se hoon aur meri umar 25 saal hai. Main dekhne mein good looking hoon aur ek joint family mein rehta hoon.

Yeh jo story main batane ja raha hoon, woh meri purani kahani “Chachi ke Saath” ke uss pal ka agla hissa hai. Jo readers ne pehli part nahin padha hai, woh pehle woh story padh len, tabhi maza aayega.

Ab zyada bore nahin karte hue, kahani par aata hoon.

Jaise ki last story mein bataya tha ke humne raat mein chaar baar sex kiya aur ek doosre ki baahon mein aise hi so gaye. Subah jab meri aankh khuli toh chachi bed par nahin thi aur mere upar chaadar daali hui thi.

Main uth kar lower aur t-shirt pehen kar room se bahar nikla toh dekha ki chachi kitchen mein hain. Main unke paas gaya aur unko good morning wish kiya. Woh mujhe dekh kar sharma gayi.

Maine chachi ko gale laga liya toh woh ekdum se boli, “Koi aa jaayega.”

Tab main unko ek kiss kar ke alag ho gaya, jis wajah se unka face sharam se ekdum laal ho gaya tha.

Chachi boli, “Jaldi se taiyar ho jao… hospital jaana hai.”

Main jaldi se fresh hua aur breakfast kar ke hum car se hospital pahunch gaye. Wahan ja kar doctor se baat hui. Doctor ne bola ki condition stable hai.

Uss hospital mein mere close friend ke uncle bhi doctor the. Dost ne bol kar bataya tha woh. Woh senior doctor the. Woh aa kar dekhe aur bole, “Aap logon ko tension lene ki zaroorat nahin… ab main khud patient ko monitor karunga.”

Chachi ke poore gharwale khush ho gaye. Hospital mein zyada time tak nahin ruk sakte the aur abhi afternoon bhi ho gayi thi, toh main aur chachi lunch karne ke liye hotel aa gaye. Lunch kar ke hum ghar aa gaye.

Hum dono aise hi baat kar rahe the. Toh chachi boli aaj woh meri wajah se apni maa se mil paai. Agar main nahin hoti toh pata nahin woh apni maa se mil paate ya nahin. Aur woh rone lagi.

Maine chachi ko chup karaya aur unko gale laga liya. Woh mere seene se ekdum chipak gayi thi, jis wajah se mujhe unke boobs feel ho rahe the aur mera lund khada ho gaya.

Chachi ko bhi ehsaas ho gaya tha ki mera lund khada ho gaya hai. Chachi alag hui aur mere taraf dekhne lagi. Main bhi unki aankhon mein dekhte hue kiss karne laga, woh bhi response karne lagi.

Kuch time kiss karne ke baad main chachi ko god mein utha kar room mein le aaya aur bed par lita kar kiss karne laga. Chachi bhi garam ho gayi thi aur hum ek doosre ko pagalon ki tarah kiss karne lage. Aur pata hi nahin chala kab hum dono ne ek doosre ke poore clothes utaar diye.

Main chachi ke poore jism ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Chachi bhi full josh mein “Uuuuummmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaaassssssssss, ahhhhhhhhhhh” ki awaazein nikal rahi thi.

Kuch time baad main chachi ki chut par kiss kiya. Unke muh se “aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” ki awaz nikli aur main kiss karte hue zubaan ko andar tak daal raha tha.

Chachi ekdum pagal si ho gayi thi aur kuch time mein woh jhad gayi. Lekin main ruka nahin aur chut ko chaat’ta raha aur gand mein ek finger daal di.

Chachi dard se kaamp uthi aur boli, “Kya kar rahe ho? Finger nikalo… dard ho raha hai.”

Maine chachi se bola, “Mujhe aapki gand maarni hai.”

Woh mana karne lagi aur boli ki unhone kabhi gand nahin marwai hai aur gand marne mein bahut dard hoga. Main bahut samjhaya aur tab last mein woh taiyar hui.

Tab maine chachi ko doggy style mein kiya aur gand mein oil laga kar fingering karta raha. Unko dard ho raha tha, saath mein chut mein rub kar raha tha.

Jab gand ka suraakh thoda normal hua toh maine apne lund par oil laga kar chachi ki gand mein daal diya aur halka sa dhakka mara. Mera supaara hi andar gaya tha ki chachi cheekhne lagi aur boli, “Please Sahil, bahar nikal lo… bahut dard ho raha hai.”

Main kuch time aise hi ruka aur peeche se kiss karne laga aur boobs dabane laga. Saath mein chut bhi sehla raha tha. Kuch time mein woh normal hui toh maine aur oil laga kar ek tez ka dhakka mara aur mera poora lund chachi ki gand mein chala gaya.

Chachi bahut tez cheekhi aur rote hue boli, “Please bahar nikalo… meri gand fat jaayegi.”

Main kuch time ruka aur dobara pussy rub karne laga. Jab woh normal hui toh dobara gand mein lund aage peeche karne laga. Usse bhi maza aane laga.

Hum log kuch time tak chudai kiye aur uske baad dono saath mein jhad gaye. Chachi aise hi bed par let gayi aur main unke upar leta raha. Chachi ekdum thak gayi thi aur aise hi padi rahi.

Uske baad main alag hua toh chachi sahi se let gayi. Tab main chachi ko gale laga liya aur “I love you” bola.

Chachi bhi “I love you too” boli. Aur hum kuch time baad uth kar fresh hue.

Iss tarah hum dono chachi ke maayke mein 7 din rahe aur main daily chachi ki chudai karta tha aur apni paani unki chut mein hi nikal deta tha.

Chachi ki maa bhi theek ho gayi thi aur woh ghar aa gayi thi. Uske baad hum ghar aa gaye.

Maine pehle hi bataya tha ki hamari joint family hai. Isliye chachi ke saath sex karne ka mauka nahin milta tha. Aise hi ek mahina nikal gaya.

Ek din main so kar utha toh ghar ke sab log bahut khush dikh rahe the. Main poocha kya hua. Tab uss time meri dadi batai ki teri chhoti chachi maa banne waali hai.

Tab tak woh room se aayi aur woh bahut khush dikh rahi thi aur main yeh baat sunkar khush ho gaya. Sabko lag raha tha ki yeh bachcha chacha ka hai, lekin main aur chachi jaante the ki yeh bachcha kiska hai.

*****

To dosto, yeh thi meri aur chachi ke rishte ki kahani.

Dosto, aapko meri kahani kaisi lagi? Mujhe email karein: [email protected].

Mujhe aapke response ka intzaar rahega.

My name is Anu Mehta. After the pub night, Satya and I became addicts. Every fantasy got dirtier. Every limit got pushed harder. We fucked like animals for days just remembering how those strangers used me while he watched.

One night, drunk on wine and each other, Satya grabbed my hair while he was deep inside me. “Imagine getting arrested,” he growled. “Short skirt. No panties. Cops searching every hole while I sit helpless behind glass.” I cum so hard I squirted all over him.

The idea burned in my brain for weeks. Three weeks later, I made it real. I wore my shortest denim skirt. So short that bending even a little showed everything. No panties. A tiny white crop top that barely covered my boobs. My nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Black thigh-high stockings with deliberate ladders running up them. Red high heels. Red lipstick-like blood. I looked like a cheap whore begging for trouble.
Satya dropped me near a 24-hour shop in a rough area. He kissed me hard in the car. His fingers slid under my skirt, found me already dripping.

“Get caught, baby,” he whispered. “Let them ruin you while I watch.”

I smiled. “I want you to suffer tonight.”

I walked into the shop. Heart pounding. Took a big bottle of vodka. Stuffed it inside my top so it pushed my boobs up even more. Walked out slowly, making sure the CCTV saw my face. Sirens came fast.

Two patrol cars screeched up. Four officers jumped out. The leader was tall, with cropped hair and built like a bodybuilder. Badge said Patel. He grabbed my wrist hard.

“Shoplifting, madam? And dressed like this?”

I giggled on purpose and let the bottle fall and roll on the ground. “Oops. Silly me.”

His eyes dropped to my skirt. It had ridden up. My bare pussy is on full show. “No panties either. Indecent exposure, too.” They cuffed me right there on the street. Cold metal bit my wrists behind my back. The position made my boobs push out. My skirt stayed high.

Anyone driving past could see everything. Satya sat in our car across the road. Watching. His hand was already in his lap. Eyes dark with that mix of pain and hunger I loved. At the station, the desk sergeant stared at my legs as he’d never seen skin before. They marched me past the counter.

My heels clicked loudly. Every man in the room turned. They put me in a small interview room. Metal table bolted to the floor. Hard plastic chair. Freezing air-con made my nipples like stones. They left me alone for twenty minutes. I sat with my legs slightly open.

My pussy throbbed. I was so wet it started dripping on the chair. The door finally opened. Five officers walked in. The four from the street plus the desk sergeant. All tall. All built. All in uniform. Belts. Boots. Authority dripping from them. Patel locked the door behind him. Clicked it slowly.

“Mrs Anu Mehta. Quite the list tonight. Shoplifting. Public indecency. Anything you want to confess?”

I bit my lip. Shifted so my skirt rode higher. “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Sir. Maybe you need to search me… thoroughly.”

Silence. Then slow smiles. Patel stepped behind me. “Stand up. Hands on the table. Legs wide apart.” I stood. Bent forward. My skirt lifted completely. Bare ass and pussy on show. I heard zippers and belts.

A gloved hand started at my ankle. Slow. Up the stocking. Over the lace top. Fingers grazed bare thigh. Reached my wet lips. Spread them. Patel’s voice is low. “No panties. And look how wet she is already.”

He held up two shining fingers in front of my face. “Explain this, Mrs Mehta.”
I turned my head. Licked his fingers clean. “Uniforms make me horny, Sir.”
That broke the dam. Patel grabbed my cuffed arms. Yanked them higher up my back.

Pushed my chest hard on the cold table. My crop top was dragged up. Boobs spilt out. Nipples scraped metal. Two officers stepped forward. Belts are fully open now. The first cock touched my lips. Thick. Veined. Already leaking. I opened wide. He didn’t wait.

He grabbed my hair and shoved deep into my throat. “Ah… fuck!” I gagged loudly. At the same moment, another officer lifted my hips higher. Rubbed his fat cock head along my dripping slit. Then slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
“OH GOD… YES!” I screamed around the cock in my mouth.

They laughed low. Patel leaned close to my ear. “Your husband is in the next room. Behind the glass. Watching his pretty wife get fucked by police cocks.” I moaned louder. Pushed back on the cock inside me. The one in my pussy started pounding. Hard. Deep. Skin slapping loudly.

“Fuck… she’s tight… so wet…”

Me: “Harder… please sir… fuck me harder…”

He slapped my ass sharply. “Beg like a proper slut.”

Me: “Please sir… fuck your married slut harder… ruin my pussy…”

He growled. Gripped my hips. Slammed so deep I saw stars. “Uhh… yes… like that… oh fuck!” The one in my mouth pulled my hair tighter. Fucked my throat raw. “Gag on it, whore… take every inch…”

I did. Tears ran. Mascara smeared. Spit dripped on the table. They found rhythm. When one thrust deep in my pussy, the other pulled out of my throat so I could scream. Then switched. I cum fast. Hard.

“FUCK… I’M CUMMING… AHHH!”

My pussy clenched. Juice squirted down my thighs. They didn’t stop. Fucked me through it.

Patel: “Look at the glass. Tell your husband what’s happening.”
I looked up. Saw Satya’s shadow. His hand is moving fast inside his pants.
Me (voice breaking): “Baby… they’re fucking me so good… their cocks are so big… ah!”

Satya’s shape jerked harder. The desk sergeant – older, salt-and-pepper beard – lay on the table in front of me. Pulled me on top by my hair. His cock slid into my pussy easily. Still loose from the first one. “Ride it, slut.”

I tried. But my cuffed hands made it hard. He gripped my waist. Bounced me hard. Patel stood behind me. Spat thick on my asshole. Rubbed it in with his thumb.

Me: “Yes… please… take my ass too…”

Patel: “Greedy little wife.”

He pushed in slowly. Thick head stretching my ring. Burned so good.

“OH FUCK… IT’S BIG… AHHH!”

Inch by inch, he filled my ass. Till his hips met my skin. Sergeant in my pussy. Patel in my ass. Both started moving. Perfect opposite rhythm.
“UNNGHH… SO FULL… FUCK… I CAN’T…”

I screamed. Came again. Harder. Squirting all over the sergeant’s uniform pants. The third officer stepped up. He fed his cock into my open, screaming mouth. Now all three holes are stuffed.

Patel: “Look at her take police cock in every hole. Your wife is a perfect whore.”

I looked at the glass again. Moaned around the cock.

Me: “Mmmp… yes… I’m your whore… fuck me… use me…”

They pounded harder.

Sergeant: “Feel that, slut? Two cocks inside you at once?”

Me: “Yes… oh god yes… don’t stop…”

My body shook between them. Boobs bouncing wild. Nipples scraped the sergeant’s shirt. I cum a third time. Screaming around the cock. Whole body spasming. Pussy and ass clenching. The one in my mouth groaned. Pulled out. Shot thick ropes across my face. Hot. Sticky.

“Open… swallow what lands in your mouth.”

I did. Tongue out. Catching cum. Another officer took his place. Shoved deep into my throat again. They rotated for ages. One finished deep in my pussy. Hot pulses fill me.

“Take police seed, married bitch.”

Another pulled out of my ass. Shot inside my open mouth. Patel stayed in my ass the longest. Pounded brutal.

Patel: “Tell your husband whose ass this is now.”

Me (sobbing from pleasure): “It’s yours, Sir… my ass belongs to the police now… ah fuck!”

He growled. Slammed deep. Filled my ass with cum. They uncuffed me finally. My wrists are red. I collapsed forward on the table. But they weren’t done.
Two officers grabbed my legs. Pulled them wide. Held me open.
The youngest one – big cock, thick as my wrist – rubbed it on my swollen pussy.

Me: “Please… more… I need more…”

He laughed. Slammed in.

“FUCK… YES… SO THICK… AHHH!”

He fucked like an animal. Table rocked. My boobs bounced painfully.

Me: “Harder… destroy my pussy… make me useless for my husband…”

He slapped my tits.

“Say it louder.”

Me (screaming): “DESTROY MY PUSSY… MAKE IT LOSE FOR MY CUCK HUSBAND… HE ONLY WATCHES!”

Behind the glass, I heard a muffled groan. Satya came in his pants. The officer grinned. Fucked faster. I cum again. Squirting hard. Soaking his uniform. Someone brought the thick silver baton from Patel’s belt. Rubbed it through my dripping folds.

Me: “Yes… fuck me with it… please…”

He pushed slowly. Thick metal stretching me wide.

“OH MY GOD… IT’S HUGE… AHHH… DEEPER…”

He fucked me with the baton while another fed me cock. I lost count of orgasms. One rolled into the next. Body shaking. Voice raw from screaming.
They wrote on my boobs with a permanent marker.

“POLICE SLUT”
“FREE USE”
“CUCK’S WIFE”

One took phone photos. Flash bright. “For training purposes,” he joked.
Another made me hold my pussy open while he zoomed in on the cum leaking out.

Finally, they finished. Cum everywhere. Face painted white. Boobs glazed. Pussy and ass gaping. Thighs sticky rivers. Stockings torn to shreds. I could barely move. Lay on the table panting. Body twitching.

Patel wiped my chin with his thumb. Fed me the cum. “Good girl. Charges dropped. But community service starts next Friday night. Wear even less.”
I smiled weakly. Voice hoarse. “Yes sir… I’ll be here…”

They wrapped me in a rough grey blanket that smelled of bleach. Opened the door. Satya was waiting outside. Face flushed. Pants are wet at the front. Eyes wild. He took me in his arms. Carried me to the car. In the dark car park, he couldn’t wait. Pushed me into the back seat. Threw the blanket off.

Saw the writing on my boobs. The cum is still fresh. He groaned loudly. Shoved into my loose, cum-filled pussy in one thrust.

Satya: “Fuck… you’re so sloppy… full of them.”

Me: “Yes, baby… five police loads inside me… fuck your used wife.”

He pounded desperately. Hands shaking.

Me: “They were bigger… meaner… they made me scream things I never said to you.”

He cried out. Came hard. Added his load deep. Then he pulled out. Licked me clean. Tongue scooping stranger cum and his own. I held his head. Came again on his face.

At home, he carried me inside. Laid me on the kitchen table. Spent hours licking every drop out of me. Fingering both holes till I sobbed from overstimulation. Then fucked me again. Slow. Possessive. In every hole.

Satya: “You’re mine again now.”

Me: “Always yours… but next Friday I go back for more.”

He smiled darkly. Cock hard again. “Wear the shortest thing you own.”
I already know what it will be. Nothing at all.

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Since you guys showed much love in the mail, I am here to narrate the next part as promised. Adya fought with her husband and told him she was staying with her parents in an angry mood.

We were just in Simran’s flat, where she was all alone and ready to begin. Adya’s parents scolded her and told her to come home immediately. Her husband was already there.

I took Adya and dropped her, and we dropped the plan for a week due to work pressure and family commitments. But sex is so ingrained in our bodily senses, we find a way.

Adya had a chance to take two office people to an event out in a different city. Adya chose Simran and me to accompany her. Since work was during the daytime on Friday, she booked a presidential suite for 2 days.

We reached the city and got our work wrapped up. Then Adya and Simran told me to wait in the lobby as they needed some private time. Both of them went into the room and got dressed for the party.

They dressed like a slut in a sexy mini dress with exposed boobs. Adya was in a black, tight-fitted dress, while Simran was in a flashy, glittery cowl-neck dress.

Both looked so sexy, and they wanted to dance and get drunk. We went to the club and started shots. After a few minutes, both girls danced together on the floor like crazy and took me with them. Many guys looked at them with lust, and it was driving the excitement up.

Finally, we returned to our suite and crashed on the bed, resting. After a few moments, I turned towards Simran.

Me: Those guys were enjoying grinding you in the crowd.

Simran: I also enjoyed that. The perks of dressing slutty are that guys take the chance.

Adya: It was the best clubbing I ever done.

Me: So now what, do you guys have the energy?

Simran: Are you an idiot? My pussy is itching for you to breed me.

Adya: Bring it on and destroy us, darling.

Me: But I am super sleepy and tired.

Simran inserts her hand into my trousers and slowly touches it. She comes closer and whispers.

Simran: No need to sleep now. Let’s do one session, and we will sleep. In the morning and during the day, we will enjoy ourselves.

Adya also joined and pulled my trousers and started fondling my dick. As it got hard, Adya got on top and rode it for 5 minutes. She got tired, and Simran rode it for 7-8 minutes. She was also super drunk and tired.

As Adya hopped again, I cum inside her, and we slept cuddling on a single bed. Early in the morning, I woke up to piss and saw both of them sleeping. I was pissed and went to bed. Then inserted my dick in Adya’s pussy.

She immediately got up and turned towards me. “You only woke me up. It looks like my pussy is your favourite.” I squeezed her butt and whispered, “You are the boss, so I decided to make you happy first.”

As I gently spooned her, squeezing her boobs, her light moans were like music to my ears, making me pump my dick even deeper inside her. After about 10 minutes, I creamed her pussy and started cuddling and smooching.

We were hungry so ordered some coffee, fruits and a little breakfast. Simran was beside me inside the blanket. I was lazy and naked, and Adya went to open the door in the bathrobe. The waitress came in and laid the breakfast on the table.

Adya told her to prepare coffee and serve the food as she slipped into a blanket and took my hands to her pussy. She also grabbed my dick, giving me a handjob.

The blanket was moving, and I am sure the waitress noticed it, but Adya loved teasing after our first encounter. The waitress left, and we started positioning fruit slices on Simran’s body. As she woke up after we were halfway done, Adya told her to stay still.

We ate directly using our mouths, biting fruit and her body. Adya was particularly super naughty as she took a bite off Simran’s navel, and she sat on her face, making her lick her pussy.

Simran also explored her pussy and got angry. She tasted cum inside and told me you guys fucked without waking me up. As Simran held Adya by the hair, giving her Hindi slang.

Adya was smiling and said he woke me up and told me he loves my pussy more. Then Simran looks at me with disappointment and gets angry. As I approach her, she begins to go away and yells at me to stop touching her.

I try a few more times, and then I leave her. I take my belt out and start spanking Adya as she bends over the bed corner on my instruction. I hit her once and then twice and thrice. With each strike, her ass swelled as belt marks were embossed on her tush. A loud moan and whimpering echoed with body shivering and adjusting to pain.

As she gained normalcy, another strike and another. Simran was enjoying the show, and her eyes glimmered with lust. Adya then turned and told me to spank her boobs.

I pull her nipple like a cow getting ready to milk and ask Simran to pass the comb. As I get a comb in my hand, I spank her boobs and turn them red. Her reaction to each spank has turned us all, and Simran is now ready and flowing.

As Simran was on top of Adya in the 69 position. I started fucking Simo in doggy. Adya’s boobs rubbed my balls, and her fingers were teasing my ass. After a few minutes, I was totally spent and crashed after creaming her pussy.

Adya wanted to get fucked as well, but I was having difficulty. I don’t know why, but I was very low on energy. Then Adya told me to go and get the Viagra. As I bought pills, the girls were in sexy lingerie, and handcuffs were on the table.

There was also a strapon and a remote dildo. Simran told me our boss wants to be fucked like no tomorrow. So we use both cuffs to tie her to the opposite corner of the bed. Her legs are left free.

I take a pill, and while waiting for it to kick in, we insert a remote-controlled vibrator in Adya and Simran’s pussy. Both of them are in bed. Adya is tied, and Simran is on top of her, convulsing to the vibration, while they smooched passionately.

Simran used all the dirty filth she could come up with and slapped her cheeks and treated her like a sex doll. Adya was quivering like crazy and begged to stop. I gained the boner and immediately stopped using the vibrator and started fucking Adya in missionary.

Adya was flowing like crazy and shaking uncontrollably. So after a few minutes, I pulled my dick and started ramming Simo’s ass. She also had the vibrator inside her pussy, which sent shivers down my spine. I felt a different kind of sensation I never felt before.

Within minutes, my balls pumped all the cum inside her. My dick was now sore, and I needed some rest. We lay on the arms of Adya, caressing her, toying with her and doing whatever we felt like.

It was lunch time, so we ordered the food. Room service brought the food as we wore our underwears and untied Adya to get ready to eat. As the girls had sheer lingerie, when the waiter came with food, they kept stealing glances.

Simran told him to look freely, as they don’t mind. The waiter was shy, so he left in a hurry. As we ate our lunch and lay on the bed, we felt sleepy and crashed on the bed, fondling and cuddling.

In the night, Simran wore the strapon with a big dick. She and Adya put on a show in front of me. As Simo degraded Adya like a ruthless bitch, Adya submitted to all her whims. Her red sore ass and tits were badges of honour.

Simo also asked to be spanked, but as my first strike impaled her, she was in tears and told me to stop. I then took Adya’s mouth and inserted my dick in her mouth. Slowly, I gagged her on my lollipop till Adya lost her breath. Then, as I pulled out, I slapped her cheeks and choked her, smooching and biting her lips.

Simo was amazed to see me wild, and I did the same with her. I even gave her multiple love bites on her neck and cheeks. She was also acting like a wild cat, scratching my back with her sharp, long nails.

Her filthy talk to degrade herself and calling out slurs even made us hornier. It was going fine as our foreplay and sex went on for hours. It was exhausting, but the girls were raunchy and wild, and they took only yes for an answer.

The next morning was our flight, and we woke up and showered together fucking one last time. As we left, we walked with pain and memories of last night.

After this, we occasionally enjoyed ourselves, but Adya’s husband found out and got us fired. We were terminated from our jobs, and I had to go to a different city for a new job.

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As days passed by, I became more eager to witness more of my mother’s actions. I lost the picture of the pious Indian woman, which is normally expected of a woman her age. In my eyes, she was reduced to a sex-hungry animal craving a man’s touch and a great fuck.

I waited for the right time to witness more of her slutty actions. I wanted to watch her body sweat and jiggle while being pumped deep by his erect cock. I could not even count how many times I jerked myself to the same video clip of my Mom over the past three days.

It was incomplete, but somehow it could best even the most premium porn that the internet could offer. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long enough. It was exactly three days after I recorded the video. While reading her WhatsApp chats, I noticed something new.

She was talking to a man named Vijay. It was a bit unusual. She was more discreet with him than with any of the other men. I could see she would delete the text as soon as her conversation ended. It was only during the live screenshare of the device that I was able to see the texts.

From their conversation, I got to know that Vijay was a rich, divorced businessman. He used to buy my Mom a lot of gifts and pay her dearly. She was, in a way, his personal escort. He would want her rarely, but whenever he did, she could not refuse because of the favours he used to shower on her.

That day, they fixed a meeting after two days in a location which Mom seemed to know implicitly. But it was nowhere mentioned in their conversation. Seeing a great opportunity, I immediately knew that I had to get into the matter and witness their actions taking place.

I had seen almost everything that my Mom was capable of. But I still had the excitement about what I was going to witness as if it were my first time. I slept that night with a thumping heart. I could not get over the thought of her with Vijay the entire time.

The next day, I told Mom that I would be visiting some of my friends in the evening. I would stay with them for a few days. Mom was obviously very happy to hear that and told me I was good to go. She would take care of the house. I went out in the evening with a bag, making it look like I was visiting my friend.

But actually, it was a ruse. I booked a hotel nearby and stayed there. The hotel was close to our apartment, so I could easily see my Mom going out. The next day, from the chats, I got to know the exact time they had planned for their meeting. I was ready with my concealed camera for recording the entire act.

It was actually in the evening. Somehow, I passed the time playing some games. Finally, when it was time for her to go out, I went out on a bike. I kept a close watch on the exit of my apartment. Finally, when I noticed her come out, I was awestruck at her beauty.

She wore a bright-red saree and had her hair done. She was wearing a good amount of makeup, which was abnormal. She did not need to use a lot for a woman of her beauty. Her bright lipstick was a cherry on the cake, making her look like an actual prostitute.

She immediately got on an auto, and from a distance, I started following her. I was surprised as it took almost an hour since I was following her. We were already at the city outskirts when the auto stopped, and she got out of the auto. It was an isolated place.

She walked to the other side of the road. Across the flyover. I noticed a white Fortuner with black tinted windows. I knew that it was indeed Vijay. The entire area was a rustic place with a few scattered huts everywhere. Mom opened the door and got into the Fortuner.

It took a left turn and drove away from the main road and into the village. I kept following, and after some time, they came across an isolated wooden cabin. It was just big enough to have two rooms and a balcony. The car stopped in front of the cabin, and both of them got out hurriedly.

It was already dusk by that time, and I was watching from a distance, hiding behind a bush. I was scared that they would get a whiff of someone spying on them. Even from that distance, it was clear that they started making out as soon as they got out of the car.

Vijay immediately grabbed her boobs over her blouse and pulled her towards him. He placed his lips over hers, lifted her with his other hand, and placed her on the bonnet of the car. His other hand was crushing her soft bosom. All this time, Mom was smooching him like a drug addict.

One of her hands pressed his head towards hers, and her other hand explored his crotch. Even though it was dark, their irresistible urge to have sex with each other made the entire atmosphere erotic. Even at that distance, I was able to smell their juicy aroma.

Vijay started to slowly strip her of her saree. Nisha was now just in her bra and panties. Vijay lifted her from the bonnet and took her inside the cabin. When they got inside, I felt a wet patch inside my inner. The amount of precum I was getting watching them in action was more than I could cum while masturbating.

After some 10 minutes, I gathered some courage. I made my camera ready and decided to go there and record the entire activity. It was already dark by that time. I was not sure whether I could record anything in that dark. I tiptoed my way to the cabin.

Since it was a wooden cabin, it had many gaps which enabled me to peek inside. What I saw there blew my mind. My mother, Nisha, was lying on her back on the sofa with her head popping out of the corner. I saw a huge bulge in her throat. It was pretty evident what was going on inside the cabin.

What was more surprising was the girth of Vijay’s cock. The strength with which he was crushing my Mom’s naked boobs. When he finally pulled his dick out of her throat, a long trail of Mom’s saliva gushed out with his cock. Mom was breathing heavily, gasping for oxygen.

His huge prick had been choking her for quite some time. He immediately collected all the saliva in his hand. In the next second, smeared it all over her face. She let out a loud moan as he was doing so, and even swallowed some of the remaining spit off his fingers like a complete slut she was.

He then made his cock ready once more before shoving it right back inside her throat. The sound of his pumping made the scene even more erotic. By that time, the precum in my pants was overflowing, and there was a wet patch on my outer jeans.

They decided to turn on the lights as it had been quite dark by that time. It made the scene even better. I was now able to record their entire steamy session. I quickly set my camera up in a position from which the entire room was easily visible.

Vijay tore off the remaining pieces of her saree, and both of them were stark naked by that time. He lifted her, threw her on the sofa and then she instinctively opened up her legs. This was the first time I was getting a view of her clean-shaven pussy.

It was surprisingly pink, and even her inner thighs were very fair, contrary to what I had seen in most Indian women. My joy was, however, short-lived as the very next moment, her pussy was covered by his head. He went down on her and started eating her pussy.

I could clearly see my Mom’s eyes rolling up as his tongue did its magic on her. She was in another world with his licking. I wouldn’t lie, but at that time, even I was envious of Vijay. Suddenly, my Mom let out a loud shriek, and I knew that she had a big orgasm.

The next moment, Vijay removed his head from her thong. I could see that the sofa was already drenched in her sweet squirt. Vijay immediately stood up and planted a kiss on my mother, exchanging her nectar with her. The kiss lasted longer than before. Nisha was enjoying the taste of her own cum.

Vijay then climbed onto the sofa. Mom was lying stark naked, still with her legs open and started fingering herself. On a closer look, I found out that it was actually three fingers going inside her. With the fast strokes of his fingers, he began tickling her insides.

Mom was already feeling every stroke, and at last, she had another orgasm. Vijay then scooped her entire cum out of her pussy and smeared it over her tits and stomach. He then gave her a long lick, starting at her pussy, over her stomach, and between her tits.

Finally ending at her mouth, where they once again smooched dearly. Mom couldn’t control herself anymore as she cried aloud, which at the same time gasped for breath, “TEAR ME VIJAY! DO IT FAST.” Her words seemed to act like an aphrodisiac on him.

He immediately got another surge of energy. He lifted Nisha in his arms and flipped her over. He placed one of her legs on his shoulders and finally placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Though his dick was not very long, his stamina and rhythm seemed to do the trick.

He was pumping her with deep, long strokes at first. However, his strokes soon changed into a fast drilling, and in the next moment I could hear the entire sofa shaking with their fucking. Mom closed her eyes, and she fell numb for some time.

Vijay showed no signs of wearing off as he maintained the same speed and rhythm. Mom opened her eyes for some time and screamed, “YES! I AM THERE! I AM THERE! DON’T STOP.” before she squirted again. But this time, there was thick white fluid following afterwards.

I knew that she cum during the fuck. The most surprising thing was that it did not affect Vijay as he continued drilling her. He suddenly pulled his dick after some time and then made her lie on her knees facing down. Now her pussy and ass were facing straight into the camera.

Vijay started thrusting his dick into her in doggy position. Mom was silent once again as he kept on drilling her for 10 more minutes. Vijay then told Nisha that he was close and about to cum. Mom told him not to stop, and Vijay, as an obedient man, kept on going.

Then he let out a huge moan, making it clear that he finally cum inside her. They both froze in the same position for some time. When he finally pulled his limp dick outside, a lot of cum flowed out of her pussy. Mom lay in the same position for some more time as Vijay went to the other room.

When she finally stood up, I was shocked to see the amount of white thick cum flowing out of her pussy. It trailed out of her pussy and drenched her entire legs before making a small puddle on the floor. Looking at that, I forgot everything that was happening at that time.

I was too horny and had to jerk off. I immediately opened my button and started jerking off, imagining what I just saw inside the cabin. I was too horny to think about the threat of being discovered. I jerked off for some time, looking up at the night sky.

I soon shot long ropes of cum on the ground. I felt relaxed after releasing it after holding it for such a long time. I came to my senses once again and looked through the hole. Vijay is sitting on the sofa with his pants on. Mom is entering the room with a towel wrapped around her.

She took a shower and started changing her clothes in front of Vijay. I knew that they were about to come out, so I needed to leave the place. However, I hung around for some more time to witness what they did next. Vijay handed my Mom an orange envelope, which she put inside her bag.

I closed the camera while peeping inside when I saw that they were kissing once again before the lights turned off. It was the sign that I leave the spot ASAP lest I should be seen by anybody. I picked up the camera and went to my bike and immediately got away from the place.

Since I had the entire recording, I could watch it anytime. I decided to go back to the hotel and wait till my Mom returns. As I told her I would be back the next day, a fun idea crossed my mind. I made a plan. I would go into the house as soon as she got inside and tell her that I got some work, so I came early.

After a couple of hours, I saw her getting out of an auto and going into the house. I soon followed her inside, pretending not to know anything. I rang the doorbell after two minutes. As soon as she opened the door, her face turned white on seeing me. She was not expecting me among all the people.

I looked at her. She was in the same saree that she wore while going out with Vijay, but this time, with smeared makeup and tousled hair. She knew that I doubted her whereabouts, but I acted as normally as I could, pretending to overlook everything.

I told her I had some work, so I had to come early. When she changed into normal clothes, I teasingly asked her where she had gone. She replied hesitatingly that she had gone to a massage parlour, explaining her tousled hair and appearance. I immediately nodded and acted cool.

I could sense my Mom scared to death, and the entire night, she was acting extremely uneasy. Though it was difficult to bear, I must admit it was fun as hell.

My name is Anu Mehta. I am 31 years old. Married to Satya for six years. From the outside, we look perfect. Good jobs. Nice flat in Mumbai. Smiling photos on Instagram. But no one knows our secret.

Satya loves to watch me with other men. It started as bedroom talk. He would whisper dirty things while fucking me. “Imagine another man inside you… while I watch.” At first, I laughed. Then I got wet. Very wet.

One night after too much wine, I said, “Yes. Just once. To try.” I chose a black one-piece dress. Tight. Short. No bra. Tiny lace thong. Black thigh-high stockings. I looked in the mirror and felt my heart race. My nipples were already hard.

Satya parked outside the pub. His hand shook on my thigh.

“You look like a slut,” he said. Voice thick.

“That is the plan,” I replied. I kissed him hard. Bit his lip. “Watch me break our marriage tonight.”

Inside the pub, it was dark. Loud music. Smell of sweat and drinks. Satya took a corner booth. Perfect view of the dance floor. He ordered whiskey for himself. Vodka-cranberry for me.

I drank three fast. The warmth spread. My head felt light. My pussy felt heavy. Satya leaned close.

“Go dance. Tease them. Tease me.”

I walked to the floor. Heels clicking. Hips are already moving. I closed my eyes. Let the bass take me. Hands in my hair. Back arched. Dress riding up slowly. Men noticed fast.

The first one came behind me. Tall. Bearded. Hands on my waist. Light at first. Then firmer. Another in front. Blond. Smiling. Pressing close. Soon, five men. Then six. Circle me. Hands everywhere.

One slid up my thigh. Felt the lace top of my stocking. Kept going. Found bare skin. “No panties?” he whispered. I shook my head. Smiled. Another hand from the front. Under the dress. Fingers on my thong. Felt how wet it was.

“Fuck, she is soaked.”

I looked at Satya. He gripped his glass tight. The other hand is inside his jeans. Stroking slow. Eyes burning. Someone pulled my hair. Not soft. Teeth on my neck.

“Your husband likes this?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

They got bolder. The straps of my dress pulled down. Boobs are almost out. Hands squeezing. Pinching nipples. Someone slapped my breast lightly. I gasped. One pushed his thigh between my legs. I ground on it. Shameless. Chasing friction. My thong was ruined.

A rough voice: “Look at him.”

They turned my face to Satya.

“Tell him thank you.”

I licked my lips.

“Thank you, baby… for letting them touch your wife.”

Satya’s hand moved faster. I came right there on the dance floor. Legs shaking. Biting my lip hard to stay quiet. They did not stop. A big guy with a shaved head and neck tattoos grabbed my wrist.

“Back room. Now.”

They pulled me down a hallway. Satya followed. The big guy looked back.

“Watch only, cuckold.”

Storeroom. Dim red light. Smell of old beer. Door shut. Dress ripped down to the waist. The thong was torn off. I stood naked except for stockings and heels. Someone pushed me to my knees. Cocks out. Three at once. Slapping my face. Smearing pre-cum.

I opened my mouth. Took the first one deep. He held my hair. Fucked my throat. Behind me, fingers spread my pussy. Then a thick cock slammed in. No warning. I screamed around the cock. They laughed.

“Married slut loves it rough.”

They took turns. Mouth. Pussy. Passing me around. Someone spat on my ass. Pushed thumb in.

“Tight here too.”

I moaned.

“Yes… use my ass…”

The big guy lay on a crate. Pulled me on top. Cock in my pussy. Another behind. Pushed into my ass slowly. Stretching me.

“Oh god… so full…” I cried.

They moved together. Deep. Hard. I came again. Squirting on the crate.
The third one is in my mouth. All holes filled.

Big guy: “Look at the door. Your husband is jerking off.”

I looked. Saw Satya. Hand fast. Face red. I cum harder. They kept going. Changed places. New cocks. Different tastes. More cum. One came in my mouth. Made me swallow.

“Good wife.”

Another deep in my pussy. Hot pulses. One pulled out of my ass. Shot on my back. Then more rounds. They bent me over the crate. Fucked my ass hard. Another in the mouth. I lost count of orgasms. Body shaking. Tears running. Mascara everywhere.

Finally, they finished. Cum is leaking from every hole. Dress ruined. Hair wild.
Satya came in. Knelt. Kissed me deep. Tasted them on my tongue.

“My perfect dirty wife.”

I smiled. Voice gone.

“Take me home… clean me… then fuck your used slut.”

He carried me out. Past staring people. Like a trophy. In the car, he fingered me all the way. I came again to the seat. At home, he slammed me against the wall. Ripped the rest of the dress.

Satya: “You are dripping their cum.”

Me: “Then taste it.”

He dropped to his knees. Licked me clean. Tongue deep. Eating everything.
I held his head. Came on his face. Then he tied my wrists to the bed. Fucked my throat till I choked. Finally slammed into my loose pussy.

“Tell me.”

Me: “They were bigger. Rougher. They didn’t ask.”

He growled. Fucked harder. Hand on throat. I cum. Squirted hard. He took my ass last. Added his load. We slept sticky and happy.

That was our first time. The beginning.

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Bhaiya se mile hue ek hafta ho gaya tha uss trip ke baad. Niraj bhaiya, umar 40, lekin daaru ne unhe andar se khokla kar diya tha. Hamesha ek ajeeb si tension unke chehre par rehti thi. Par uss din, unke ghar par, wo alag hi mood mein the. Chehre par ek sukoon tha, ek aisi chamak jo maine saalon se nahi dekhi thi.

Haath mein Scotch ka glass tha, par nasha unki aankhon mein uss trip ka tha. “Karan,” unhone glass table par rakhte hue kaha, “Zindagi mein kuch din aise hone chahiye jo saalon ki thakaan utaar de.”

Main samajh gaya wo Ritu bhabhi ke birthday trip ki baat kar rahe the.

Ritu bhabhi… kya kahun unke baare mein? 38 saal ki, do bachhon ki maa, par unhe dekh kar koi keh nahi sakta tha. Unka figure, 38-30-38, jaise kisi kalakaar ne fursat se tarasha ho.

Saari mein jab wo chalti thi toh ekdum sanskari bahu lagti thi, par jab wo jeans aur top mein bhaiya ke saath bike par baithti thi, toh college ki ladki bhi fail thi.

Unki sabse khaas baat unka dimaag tha. Wo modern thi, par apni hadon ko jaanti thi. Bhaiya ke saath baith kar daaru bhi peeti thi aur cigarette bhi lagati thi.

Aur unki baatein… bhagwan kasam, unki gandi baatein sunkar toh acche logon ke paseene chhoot jaaye. Un dono ka rishta ajeeb tha, par perfect tha.

Bhaiya ne ek lamba sa kash apni cigarette ka liya aur dhuan chhodte hue bole, “Tujhe batata hoon, humne kya toofan machaya hai un teen dino mein.” Aur fir unhone batana shuru kiya, aur meri aankhon ke saamne sabkuch chalne laga.

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Indore ki sardi, 27 November. Bhabhi ka birthday. Unhone sheher se door, ek ghane jungle ke beech mein ek private villa book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahaan insaan toh kya, parinda bhi par maarne se pehle soche.

Jab wo wahaan pahuche, toh unki gaadi ek bade se gate par ruki. Andar ek khoobsurat, lakdi aur sheeshe se bana villa tha. Aur uske aage, ek bada sa pool deck, jo aage jungle mein jhaank raha tha.

“Fuck, Niraj! Yeh toh heaven hai!” Bhabhi ki awaaz mein baccho jaisi excitement thi. Unka samaan caretaker ne rakha aur chala gaya, agle teen din tak waha sirf wo dono the.

Bhaiya ne aate hi bottle kholi. Bhabhi ne apna bag rakha aur seedha villa explore karne nikal gayi. Bhaiya piche piche drink banate hue gaye. Villa andar se bhi utna hi shandaar tha.

Ek bada sa bedroom, jiske aamne saamne ki deewarein sheeshe ki thi, jungle ka poora view de rahi thi. Par asli cheez unhe tab mili jab unhone ek laal rang ka darwaza dekha.

“Yeh kya hai?” Bhabhi ne muskurate hue pucha.

“Aapka birthday gift, darling,” bhaiya ne aankh maari.

Darwaza khola toh bhabhi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Wo ek ‘Red Room’ tha. Deewaron par laal velvet, halki roshni. Andar ek St. Andrew’s Cross, ek leather ka bed, chhat se latakti silk ki rassiyan, ek swing aur ek almari, jo lingerie, costumes aur har tarah ke toys se bhari hui thi.

Bhabhi ne ek whip uthayi aur hawa mein ghuma kar bhaiya ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein aisi shararat thi ki bhaiya ka lund unki jeans mein hi salaami dene laga. “Niraj… tu bahut bada harami hai. I love it!”

Shaam ho chuki thi. November ki thand mein unhone pool ka paani garam karwaya tha. Bhabhi ek kaali bikini mein bahar aayi. Unki 38 ki bhaari chuchiyan uss bikini se bahar aane ko betaab thi. Unki 38 ki gaand bilkul gol, matke jaisi lag rahi thi.

Bhaiya bas unhe dekhte reh gaye.

“Aise kya ghoor raha hai… birthday girl ko taadega nahi?” bhabhi ne pool mein utarte hue kaha.

Garam paani se bhaap uth rahi thi. Bhaiya ne cigarette sulgaya, ek lamba kash liya aur bhabhi ko pass kiya. Bhabhi ne do gehre kash liye aur dhuan bhaiya ke muh par chhod diya.

“Chalo, ab shuru karein?” Bhaiya bhi pool mein utar gaye. Paani ke andar, unhone bhabhi ko apni taraf kheencha. Unke haath bhabhi ki gaand par the, use masal rahe the.

“Happy Birthday, meri jaan,” bhaiya ne unke kaan mein kaha.

“Birthday wish aise nahi karte, Niraj. Gift do,” bhabhi ne apni taangein bhaiya ki kamar par lapet li.

Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka upar wala hissa khol diya. Paani ke upar bhabhi ki dono badi badi chuchiyan azaad ho gayi; unke gulabi nipple thand se shakt ho gaye the.

Bhaiya ne ek nipple ko muh mein bhar liya aur choosne lage.

“Aaaahhh… Niraj… dheere… poora jungle sunega,” bhabhi siskariyan le rahi thi, par unki awaaz mein rokne ka koi ishara nahi tha.

Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka nichla hissa bhi paani ke andar hi utaar diya. Ab wo poori nangi thi. Bhaiya ne apna lund bahar nikala aur bhabhi ki chut ke muhane par ragadne lage.

Bhabhi nashe mein thi, “Ab daal bhi de… kitna tadpayega… madarchod!”

Ek hi jhatke mein bhaiya ka poora lund bhabhi ki geeli chut ke andar tha. Bhabhi ki cheekh poore jungle mein goonj gayi. Pool ke garam paani mein, thandi hawa ke beech, unki chudai shuru hui. Har dhakke ke saath paani chhalak raha tha.

Bhabhi ki awaazein tez hoti ja rahi thi, “Aur… aur zor se Niraj… chod de apni iss raand biwi ko… aahhh… faad de meri chut… aaj mera birthday hai… ahhhh!”

Uss raat unhone pool mein hi do baar jhadne ke baad, thak kar ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye.

Subah unki aankh der se khuli. Bhaiya ne coffee banayi aur wo deck par baith kar jungle ko dekh rahe the. Raat ki thakaan unke chehro par thi, par ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha.

“Aaj kya plan hai, birthday girl?” bhaiya ne pucha.

Bhabhi ne coffee ka cup rakha aur bhaiya ki goad mein baith gayi. “Aaj… aaj hum uss laal kamre ki asliyat dekhenge.”

Dophar mein, khana khane ke baad, wo uss Red Room mein gaye. Bhabhi ne almari kholi aur costumes dekhne lagi. Ek police uniform, ek nurse ki dress, aur ek French maid ki dress. Unhone maid wali dress nikali. Wo ek bahut hi choti, kaali dress thi jisme safed apron laga tha.

“Memsaab, aaj aapki seva yeh maid karegi,” bhabhi ne jhuk kar bhaiya ke joote utaare. Jaise hi wo jhuki, unki badi gaand bhaiya ki aankhon ke saamne thi. Dress itni choti thi ki unki gaand ke neeche ka hissa saaf dikh raha tha.

“Saab, aapki yeh maid bahut gandi hai. Ise saza denge?” bhabhi ne masoomiyat se pucha.

Bhaiya ka nasha chadh raha tha. Unhone bhabhi ko St. Andrew’s Cross par jhukne ko kaha aur unke haath pair baandh diye. Ab bhabhi ki gaand poori tarah se hawa mein thi. Bhaiya ne almari se ek chota chabuk nikala.

“Niraj… please… dheere se…” bhabhi ki awaaz mein darr aur excitement dono the. Pehla chabuk jab unki gaand par pada toh unki cheekh nikal gayi.

“Aaaaiiiii!”

“Chup kar saali! Maid hai tu… awaaz nahi karegi!” bhaiya ne nashe mein kaha. Ek ke baad ek, bhaiya unki gaand par chabuk maar rahe the.

Bhabhi ki poori gaand laal ho chuki thi. Wo ro rahi thi aur siskariyan le rahi thi.

“Sorry saab… aahhh… galti ho gayi… please maaf kar do…”

Bhaiya ne chabuk feka aur apna lund unki laal gaand par ragadne lage.

“Teri saza abhi baaki hai, raand.”

Aur fir unhone apna mota lund bhabhi ki gaand mein ghusa diya. Bhabhi dard se chhatpata uthi, par unki gaand itni tight thi ki bhaiya ko bhi mazaa aa raha tha. Wo uski gaand maar rahe the aur uske baalon ko kheench rahe the.

“Bol… bol tu meri rakhel hai… bol!”

“Haan… haan saab… main aapki rakhel hoon… aapki kuttiya hoon… aahhh… faad do meri gaand…”

Uss din unhone har fantasy poori ki. Bhabhi police wali bani aur bhaiya ko handcuff karke unki ridaar chudai ki. Fir wo dono ek doosre ko silk ki rassiyon se baandh kar ajeeb ajeeb position mein chude.

Raat tak wo dono itne thak chuke the ki unhe hosh nahi tha ki unhone kab khana khaya aur kab soye.

Phir aakhri din tha. Unhe shaam tak nikalna tha. Subah se hi ek ajeeb si udaasi thi.

“Mann nahi kar raha wapas jaane ka,” bhabhi ne bhaiya ke seene par sar rakh kar kaha. Wo nange hi bed par lete the aur saamne sheeshe ki deewar se jungle dikh raha tha.

“Toh ek aakhri baar, iss jungle ko hamari dastaan suna dein?” bhaiya ne unki chuchiyon ko sehlata hue pucha.

Bhabhi unke upar aa gayi. “Iss baar… sabkuch meri marzi se hoga. No holding back.” Wo bhaiya ke lund par baith gayi. Dheere dheere, upar neeche hone lagi. Unki aankhein bandh thi, aur wo har moment ko feel kar rahi thi. Unki speed badhne lagi.

Wo ek jungli ghodi ki tarah bhaiya ke upar uchal rahi thi. Unki badi chuchiyan hawa mein jhul rahi thi.

“Niraj… look at me!” wo chillaayi. Unhone bhaiya ka chehra pakda. “Main tumse bahut pyaar karti hoon… I love you! Aur main tumhari raand bhi hoon… aahhhh… chod mujhe… chod apni Ritu ko…”

Unki awaazein itni tez thi jaise wo mike par bol rahi ho. Wo jhadne ke kareeb thi.

“Main aa rahi hoon Niraj… fuck… main aa rahi hooooon!” Aur wo jhadte hue bhaiya ke upar hi nidhaal ho kar gir gayi.

Bhaiya ne bhi unke andar hi apna saara paani chhod diya. Kuch der wo waise hi pade rahe. Saansein tez thi, dilon ki dhadkan sunai de rahi thi.

“Yeh best birthday tha, Niraj. Ever,” bhabhi ne unke honthon ko choomte hue kaha.

*****

Bhaiya ne apni kahani khatam ki aur Scotch ka aakhri ghoont piya. Unke chehre par abhi bhi wahi muskaan thi.

Main bas unhe dekhta raha. Unka rishta duniya ki nazron mein shayad ajeeb ho, par unke liye shayad yahi pyaar tha. Ek aisa pyaar jahan koi parda nahi tha, koi jhijhak nahi thi.

Main jab unke ghar se nikla, toh mere dimaag mein bas Ritu bhabhi ka chehra ghoom raha tha. Unki wo shararati aankhein, unki wo “cultured yet modern” adaa, aur wo cheekhein jo bhaiya ke hisaab se poore jungle ne suni thi.

Ek baat toh saaf thi, Ritu bhabhi jaisi aurat kismat waalon ko milti hai, aur Niraj bhaiya bahut kismat wale the.

Hi, all, this story is about my drunken friend and his wife, and how I got a chance to fuck my friend’s wife.

My friend is addicted to alcohol. He drinks a full bottle every day. His family is also fed up with his addiction. They tried to stop his addiction, but he never stopped it.

Finally, all his relatives and parents thought of marriage, so that he would get some responsibilities and would reduce drinking.

I knew that nothing was going to stop him from simply spoiling a girl’s life. But his parents didn’t listen to me and searched for a village girl, and she was innocent too. They married and came to Bangalore.

My friend is a good person, but has an addiction to drinking. I  tried a lot, but he never listened to anyone. In the beginning, I accompanied him for drinks.

But when he didn’t change, I didn’t go with him to the bar. But all the bar owners and waiters he visited had my number. Whenever he is fully unstable, they would call me. I would clear the bills and drop him off at his house.

His wife would be waiting every day near the door, expecting him to come home safe. She also tried a lot to stop the addiction, but it was of no use. Many times, I have dropped him off at his house in front of his wife. She would keep crying.

I would try to console her. She would share her bad experience with him every day. She told me one thing that I didn’t expect her to share with me.

She said, “Your friend, after drinking alcohol, comes and tries to have sex with me. But since he is not stable, he won’t be able to insert properly or will last only for a few minutes. Every day, he would awaken my sexual feelings and leave me unsatisfied.”

I just said everything will be okay soon.

After a month, I got a call from the bar owner, and he said, “Your friend is fully tight. Come and take him.” I went, he was so tight that day, he couldn’t even stand, even after giving support.

With the help of the waiters, I took him up to my bike. Then I reached his house. To my bad luck, his house is on the 3rd floor, no lift. I somehow tried taking him up to the first flight of the stairs. I couldn’t manage him. His wife saw me struggling and came running.

We both took his hand and held on to our shoulders, and started taking him to his house. He was heavy and leaning to one side. We both were finding it difficult to take him.

During this process, I had touched her boobs and navel many times unintentionally to keep my friend from falling. Maybe her sexual feelings were aroused. Somehow, with such difficulty, we reached his house and made him sleep on his bed.

I was about to leave, but his wife locked the door and said I need to talk to you in a serious tone. I had no options, so I said okay.

She said, “Sit and watch what your friend does to me every night.” I was shocked to listen to it. I was thinking, what does he do so seriously that he beats his wife every day?

Then what I saw was shocking. I didn’t want to see it, but his wife had locked the door and kept the keys with her. I had no options.

The thing is, every day he comes full tight and would have sex with his wife. But since he was drunk, he couldn’t complete the process. He would trigger her feelings and sleep.

That day, even after being so unstable, he called his wife. He undressed in front of me and started to have sex, but before inserting, he fell asleep.

His wife, fully nude, came and stood in front of me and said, “See, every day this is what he does. He makes me fully horny, and he will sleep. How many days can I control myself, you tell?”

Seeing her nude wife, my dick was fully erect. She was literally a bomb. I said, “You have such a bomb like figure, and still he drinks and is wasting the opportunity. I feel very sad for you.”

Hearing this, she said with a full bass voice, holding my collar, “Your friend is a chutiya. I want to get satisfied. Will you satisfy me today, or else I will kill you both?

I was shocked to hear this and said, “What are you telling? You’re like bhabhi to me. How can I cheat my friend? But by that time, she was fully excited and anxious.
“Come on, satisfy me, I don’t care who you are. My pussy needs a dick, and you have one. Come fuck me, chutiye.”

Then I took the opportunity and wanted to satisfy her. I removed my dress. The moment I removed my dress. She was impressed with my dick and started giving a blowjob.

Don’t know how many days she was waiting for it. She was the best in her business at that time. She was taking it deep throat and sucking like a pro. I could literally feel the pain in my dick; she was also biting my dick.

Then I picked her and started sucking her boobs. Her boobs are medium and juicy. She started to moan already. Then I went below and started playing with her pussy outer skin.

She started enjoying it, then I inserted my two fingers and started playing with pussy for 5 minutes. She was going out of control.

She said, “Lund ghussa, lawde.” (Put your dick in, you dickhead,)

Then I made her doggy style and started fucking. She moaned very loudly.
“Oh my god. Tear my pussy dear. My pussy was thirsty all these days.”

I asked her, “Do you like me to be brutal?”

“Yes, baby fuck me harder.”

I like to do it brutally, so I held her hair and started spanking her ass. She was screaming, “Prashant, come baby fuck me harder. Your friend is a chutiya.”

I said, “Yes fucking you is giving so much kick, then you need alcohol, baby.”

Then we switched the position and lifted her from both my hands and started fucking her in the air. She was enjoying it so much that she started biting my ears.

“Ahh, baby, you fucking so hard. Do it faster, baby, come on.”

Then I released my cum inside her pussy, and by that time she squirted. And we both enjoyed it.

She would call me when she was in the mood. I would make my friend full tight, and we both would enjoy multiple sessions.

Any unsatisfied women, contact me at [email protected].

Hello all, posting this story for Shruti. Hope you will enjoy her real experience. My name is Shruti, and I am 41 years old. Currently, I am living in Bangalore. My sexual experience was different, and my bestie, Sarita, is my crime partner.

We are from the same town and school friends. Later, we got admission in an engineering college, and we both put up in a hostel as the college is over 50 kms from our town. It’s the final year of engineering, and one rainy day, we both crossed our limits at night.

It was raining heavily, and we slept closely on the bed. But later, we hugged each other on the bed, but still, we didn’t get warmth under the bedsheet. Our fingers moved the sensitive parts, and we undressed ourselves. Then we find ourselves in a different world with kisses and hugs.

We both turned into lesbians during that rainy night, and our bond became so strong from that point. Post completion of engineering, we both started working in the same company and lived under the same roof. We both started to live for each other without any clothes on the bed.

We used to kiss all over the body and enjoyed the dirty things on the bed. We both hate men and enjoy lesbian sex from the bottom of our hearts. But after a few years, we realised that we had to get married because of our parents’ pressure and decided to part ways.

We blocked our number and deleted our social media to stay away. We both ran away from each other’s bodies intentionally to avoid lesbian sex and then married. I have two kids, but I’m not satisfied with my sex life. I wasn’t sure about Sarita, as I decided not to connect in my life.

Time flies quickly. After 15 years, I shifted to Bangalore with my family. It’s a fresh start in my life in this city, and I joined the new company. After a week, we landed a new rental house in Bangalore and settled the kids’ admission. In the office, our process seating plan was relocated to the 4th floor.

One day, I reached the office, and it was not in the work-from-home office schedule. I was forced to come to the office and sit on the new floor. I was working and deeply involved in the task. After some time, I put my head up, and Sarita was sitting in front of me.

Our eyes met, and we both fell in love again. Our cheeks became red, and we both were blushing. We met after 15 years, and that reignited our lesbian love again. We understand what we need, but our married life is stopping us from hugging each other. We both remained silent and acted as strangers.

Sarita is looking hot MILF with 36D boobs, 32 waist, and big ass cheeks, must be 38. For me, she looks like a red wine. She added a good amount of fat around the ass cheeks. I love her boobs from engineering days. Now her boobs have become larger and tempting to me.

Sarita looks like a shy lady, but very aggressive in bed. She dominates me on the bed every time by biting my nipples, with deep tongue sucking, and slapping my round ass cheeks. But now she was staring at my 36B boobs, 30 waist, and 36 ass cheeks.

But we both were paused and not taking further steps. After that, we both came to know that we are staying in the same society. We started to see each other’s faces more than once a day. Our kids became friends, and slowly we began to open up to each other.

We both were not enjoying sex with the husband, and we both finally became nasty with a lesbian. We did it after 15 years, and it was sweeter than honey and tasted better than wine. The slow lesbian sex charged up our lives. Our blood started to boil with lust, and pussy became wet all over the time.

We are both taking the time and doing it over again and again. Our hearts and souls became one in a short time. We both became very close and decided to do kinky things in bed. We both decide to become cuckold like, some stranger will fuck Sarita in front of my eyes.

I will watch her sex. Post that we both do the lesbian. Same with me, I will spread my legs to the stranger, and Sarita will eat my pussy after the sex. We both were confident in this fantasy and started to find a person who could agree to our terms and conditions.

We found a sex story portal and reached out to the few authors. Unfortunately, the author is not from Bangalore, and we dropped the plan. Later in the month, we tried and found an author from Bangalore. We both interacted with the author for a few weeks and finally gave the green signal to him.

We both were excited and eagerly needed to fulfil our fantasy. We both never had good sex with our husbands. We had sex for kids, but we were never happy in bed. We both wanted to feel what rough sex looks like. We both have a high expectation of the author, as his story was wild.

He is tall with a good, muscular build. We both were imagining that he would bang us hard and make us sweat. As planned, we met in the hotel near our place, but the author was very nervous. He is an old person at the age of 35, but he was nervous in the room.
Sarita and I both were kissing and removed our dresses in front of him. We both were in bra and panties. We both started to tease him. Sarita removed his shirt, and I removed his pants. We both like his body, but we didn’t see any bulge under the underwear.

I removed his underwear, and he was shy and ran away to the bathroom to cover his dick. Later, it was discovered that the author had posted the fake story. It was a disappointing end. He is not capable of having sex, but we trusted his words and accepted the fantasy with him.

We both pushed him out of the room and enjoyed our lesbian sex for the rest of the day. But we both wanted to fulfil the fantasy, and that made us reach the young and middle-aged authors. We found one young guy, aged 25, but the result was the same.

He doesn’t know how to have sex, but his story suggests that he was good at sex. At one stage, we both decided to stop our fantasy, but we gave our last attempt to check our luck. On the final attempt, we reached out to the author, who fucked his office colleague.

His story seems to be real, and he did not include too many sexual words. I reached out to him and explained my fantasy, and his response was, “I will fuck you both, but don’t expect me to fuck like an unreal human.

Also, he mentioned that he can satisfy any one of them because he is capable of doing 2 or 3 rounds max. I found him honest and real. Sarita also chatted with him, and she too liked him because of his clear communication. He promises to keep our privacy. He will give his best attempt to satisfy us.

Also, he mentioned that he is not tall and not bulky, but he keeps his body fit by doing physical activities. We both liked his straightforward communication and met him before we proceeded with the fantasy. He is a simple person, and he did not feel any excitement or nervousness to meet us like other authors.

We both were impressed and agreed with the fantasy with him. Also, we both decided that it was our last attempt to fulfil our fantasy. As planned, we met in the hotel and were ready for the action. Sarita looks like a shy person, and the author thought the same, and he hugged and kissed her forehead.

Later, he kissed her cheeks, chin, nose, and eyes. Sarita took a step back before his lips touched her lips. He was trying to reach her, but she took her steps back. Sarita feels shy, and that makes my pussy wet. I hugged her from the back, and we both started the lip kiss.

I feel her hot body while hugging her and realise that she became wet because of the author. I understand Sarita wants a lip kiss from the author, but she became too shy. I never seen her shy face like this before. While we were kissing, the author reached out to us.

He moved back to the Sarita, and slowly he removed her top. Ah! Sarita’s cheeks became red as soon as he removed her top. Her lust sight makes goosebumps. That makes me horny, and my pussy became wet. He further removed her bra hooks and removed her bra.

Sarita closed her eyes and allowed him to remove her bra. Oh! Her big melons were free, and her legs were shaking, and she was biting her lips. The author put his hand on her left breast, and his other hand was around her waist. Sarita’s expression was very horny and I never seen her like this before.

The author started to rub her nipple. She was moaning slowly, and I saw a shyness in her face, which made me wet. Sarita pulled me towards her right boob, and I did not waste any time keeping it in my mouth. Uff! Her nipples were long and hard.

I bit her nipple slowly, and her hand moved on my head and started to rub my hair. I was very horny, and our fantasy experiment showed a good result. We both were enjoying, and the author removed Sarita’s belly button. Sarita was nervous, and the author started to kiss her lips slowly.

Their lip kiss is becoming wild for both of them. I was busy sucking her right breast, and at the same time, the author was kissing her and pressing her left nipple with his hand. This had happened for some time, and then the author broke the kiss and put her on the bed.

Sarita was breathing heavily on the bed, and the author removed her jeans and panties. Oh! Fuck! Sarita is nude in front of the author and me. She was shy, and her face became red. She put her hands around her boobs and breathed heavily. Now the author reached out to me and removed my top in a flash.

I was not prepared for it, and it was a surprise for me. He further removed my bra and made me semi-nude. Don’t know what happened to the author during that time. He pinched both my nipples hard and had a lip kiss with me. The lip kiss was wild.

We had a lip kiss for more than 3 minutes that I never had in my life. After a lip kiss, Sarita pushed me on the bed and removed my Jeans and Panty in one go. It was unexpected from Sarita. On the other end, my nipples were sore, which made my pussy wet.
I was nude along with Sarita. The author’s eyes lit up, and he was having the free show of two mature women on the bed without any clothes. Now, he picked Sarita from the bed and hugged her tightly. Her 36D boobs were crushing to his chest, and he was kissing all over her face.

After some time, Sarita stopped him, and she looked at me with her lustful smile. Her eyes were staring at my boobs and cunt. The author understands what Sarita wants and picked me from the bed. Then he asked us to remove his dress.

Sarita had a weird smile and looked at me. She bit my nipple hard and then whispered in my ear to remove his dress. I followed her command and removed his shirt. The author pulled me towards his chest and hugged me tightly. Uff! It was hard, and I never had a tight hug from any man like that.

He bites my earlobes and makes me horny. Then he asked me to kiss his nipple, and I followed his command. I started to lick and bite his nipple. Sarita joined me and started to lick his nipple. Then later, we dropped his pants along with his underwear, and all three in the room were nude.

His dick was erect and facing the roof. I don’t know what happened to me, but I was tempted to suck and kiss his dick for a long time. I never had these types of thoughts in my mind because I mostly considered myself a pure lesbian. The author was a lucky bastard as the two old women were showing him heaven.

Later, he pushed us on the bed and pushed his index finger into the pussy. It was unexpected for both of us, and we started to moan. Soon, he pushed his middle finger along with the Index finger, and that made us scream louder and louder.

Sarita was screaming like, “You bloody mother fucker, fuck, push it deeper, you ass hole.” She came out of her shy personality to a dominant personality. But the author keeps moving his two fingers inside the pussy. His middle finger was going deep inside my pussy and making me scream louder.

After a few minutes, he reached out to Sarita’s boobs and started to bite. She suck her boobs while pushing his fingers in our pussy. Sarita is now wild and was screaming all the dirty words in Hindi and Telugu. The author increased the pushing speed.

But she managed to take out the author’s fingers from the pussy and reach out to me. She removed the author’s finger from my pussy and started to hug me, and then she sucked and pressed my boobs. Then she moved my legs wider and reached out to my pussy and started to eat my pussy lips.

“Oh! Ah! Sari, fuck me, baby, was my moan.” While she was busy sucking my pussy, my eyes were on the author’s erect dick. The author reached out to me and kept his hand on his dick. Fuck! His dick is warm, and I was rubbing his dick from the bottom of my heart.

I was feeling something was happening between my legs. Sarita understood my inner feelings and stopped the pussy sucking. Immediately, Sarita asked me to move in doggy style. I followed her instructions blindly. She spanked my ass cheeks and pushed her head between my ass cheeks.

She started to lick and suck my butt hole and pussy hole. Ahh! Sarita was licking my holes perfectly. All of a sudden, the author pushed his dick inside my mouth. I was happy, and I was not sure how Sarita knew my inner feeling during that time.

I was thinking to suck his dick, and my dream was fulfilled. I gave blow to a stranger in 41 years. I never gave it to my husband, but the author is a lucky bastard. He was pushing his dick deep inside my throat. I was taking his dick, and the author was pulling my hair. It was perfect for me.

I was in doggy position, my dominant lesbo partner is sucking my holes, and a stranger’s dick is in my mouth. It’s a perfect wild thing in my life, and the author was cum in my throat. Yak! It was the first time I tasted the cum, and at the same time, I leaked on Sarita’s face.

Sarita was happy, and finally we moved out of the bed. My face was wet with his cum, and Sarita’s face was wet because of me. The author put the condom on his dick and had a wild smile on his face. Sarita and I were seeing our faces and smiling with shyness.

The author was watching us. All of a sudden, Sarita bitch, pushed me on the bed and asked the author to fuck me hard. Actually, I don’t like sex, even with my hubby. I hardly do sex, but I don’t like it from my heart. But today, I was feeling something special and took his dick inside my mouth.

I felt very shy when he saw me nude, along with Sarita. Strangely, my heart wants to have sex with him. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider for him. He reached out to me and put my legs on either side of his shoulder. I was breathing heavily and closed my eyes.

He pushed his dick in my pussy, and I moaned and started to enjoy his thrust. He was thrusting it slowly, and soon he increased the speed. My boobs were moving up and down. I saw the thap sound when his gut was hitting my pussy hard. I was moaning hard, and my boobs were swinging up and down.

I never showed any interest in sex. But the author is making me moan and taking my sweat out. I was feeling shy to open my eyes, but importantly, I was enjoying it from my heart. It’s been over 5 minutes of thrust now, and my slutty Sarita put her hand on my boobs.

I smiled with closed eyes when I felt her touch. She bit my nipple while the author is fucking me. Then later, Sarita sits on my mouth and put my hands around my waist. Oh! That was a crazy thing from her. The author was thrusting me, and I was sucking her pussy.

I opened my eyes and licked Sarita’s pussy while the author was busy fucking. I was mad during that time and sucked her pussy like a mad girl. I almost buried my head inside her pussy and made Sarita moan like a wild animal. Sarita was enjoying herself and was pulling my hair.

I was biting and sucking her pussy and butt hole without any mercy. The author was fucking me and was having a lesbian show. Sarita was making me drink her cum and making me go wild on her. I was licking her pussy, and the author stopped fucking me.

Looks like the author was tired after fucking me for 10 minutes without a break. Sarita was sitting on my lips, and she wanted me to lick her pussy. After some time, Sarita started to move her hip up and down. I sucked her butt hole and pussy hole.

After some time, she moved out of the bed and took the rest. The author is sitting in the chair, and he is also taking the test. I saw myself in the mirror, and I was looking dirty with a wet face, my boobs were red, my pussy was wet, and my hair was messy.

At the end, I was totally impressed with my dirty look and the author. Kindly share feedback to the below email ID, or you can comment below. The next part will be about Sarita and the author’s encounter.

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