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By now, all of you readers know who I am and what I do. This incident happened a year ago and still goes on.

I, along with my wife and sons live with my parents. I work with the government. We are traditionally farmers and for the past three generations we have moved away from direct agriculture and lead a business life. We owned acres of agricultural land.

Once the city grew, we, along with all our agricultural community in that area in Bangalore, have now become landlords. However much our community has reaped the benefit of money, we are all-natural farmers and we lead a simple life like it is. Post-2008, we have sold huge tracts of our converted land and live as landlords and developers.

One such agriculturist family in our community was that of Venkateshappa. He earlier owned about 15 Acres of land and was also the milkman of the village. He still owns 22 cows and lives in his new bungalow which he built out of his new-found wealth.

Venkateshappa has a wife and two kids, a girl (36) and a boy (38) and his wife Sowmya. Sowmyakka is my second cousin in a sense, just that I was 14/15 years younger to her. It was that their family knew us for generations and we were one of the most affluent in the village. Today the village is part of Bangalore city.

Sowmya was always known as ‘Akka’ (Akka in Kannada means sister), we generally rever all women without taking their names. Sowmyakka was a typical village belle, mother of two married children and earned the respect of an elderly lady.

But she looked plump and cute for her age. I generally thought she was too cute for a 55-year-old. A cute face, fair and oily skinned. A plump ass and a pair of huge boobs should be nothing smaller than size 40. Her hips were also a piece of envy.

Her daughter got married in 2006 and her son in 2007. The daughter stays in Hoskote and son works in Tumkur. Both Venkateshappa and his wife live alone. Normally, one needs to stay in the cattle shed in the night. So Venkateshappa used to stay in the shed in the night and Sowmyakka used to stay in her new house next to ours.

Sowmyakka generally spends a lot of time in our house, especially in the evenings. Talking to my wife and being part of our household for the last two years. More times than not, she used to sleep with my Sowmyakka as she was alone in her house.

It was during these times that I got extremely close to Sowmyakka. As good luck would have it, it was in May 2017 that both my parents were visiting my sister in Delhi. My wife and kids were off to Hyderabad for vacations. And I was left to myself and at the behest of my servants and maids.

At this time, Sowmyakka took it upon herself to take care of me. And we spent a lot of time talking in the evenings. That’s when I learned that Sowmyakka was married when she was just 13 years old and she was just 52 now. That made her 13 years older to me.

Our talks discussions turned more interesting as we spent more time and I could find that Sowmyakka was getting more interested in hearing me talk about various issues and the praises I showered on her for being so patient, polite, talented and yet so grounded.

At a point, she could not believe that I called her ‘talented’. In all those years of marriage, she was made to believe that she was so talented and such vibrant thoughts which made her woman of today. She could not believe that. I worked on her day by day to build her confidence and her new-found confidence was opening her up like a flower.

It was almost a week and Sowmyakka was always waiting for me to return from work and sit down to talk. I could sense it. So even I started to come home a bit early to spend time with her. Our attention to each other and fascination for one to talk and the other to listen was growing day by day.

My attention to her unnoticed characters turned out to be long forgotten talents and when they were spoken of, she felt very special. And happy. The confidence grew to an extent that she started to speak about discreet matters. Which was now about sex and sex alone.

Even these topics were led in a healthy way and I took the opportunity to use her as an example when I had to put forth a point or explain something of the subject. I ensured that I used the opportunity to convey her attractiveness and my interest in her.

The first and foremost thing is to make Sowmyakka get attracted to me sexually – which basically involved invoking the feelings of sexual desire in her when she was with me. To make her feel sexually attracted to me, I needed to make sure that what I say and do in her presence has some elements of turning her on.

In the matters of the heart, there is no right or wrong. If you have fallen for a married woman, even if she is older, and want her to love you back, you need to sit back and think carefully. Getting a married woman to love you is no cakewalk. It would require more efforts than what you need to put if you just want to have some fun with her.

However, you cannot go with a bouquet of flowers or some love notes if you want an older married woman to love you. You need to think and act maturely and make everything appear quite natural. This implies that everything you do to impress her should be creative, new and fresh and also natural and mature.

A married woman has a certain understanding of men, and you need to excel at that. Once you have impressed her well enough, it will not take a long time for her to develop feelings for you. Eventually, love would happen. So, I did, play my cards carefully in seducing Sowmyakka.

I could sense that she felt safe and secure in my company and was always wanted that I break the line and treat her like a normal woman. Or any normal woman I would know in my work circles. She desired to go to the next stage given the importance I gave her and the way I made her feel special. After all, these are the things all womenfolk crave, married or unmarried, young or old.

Just when our fascination was flowering into something more meaningful and bold. Venkateshappa received the news of an elder passing away in Anantapur in Andhra Pradesh. And he had to attend the funeral. Both Sowmyakka and I were sad at this development. But little could we do anything. Venkateshappa had to leave that evening.

I will continue telling you about the experiences of this beautiful lady in the next part.

I am a 23-year-old guy living in Mumbai, Maharashtra. I live in a society of bungalows. I was studying in one of the medical colleges of Mumbai. The bungalow in front of mine had been uninhabited for many years.

During the summer of 2016, a family moved into the bungalow. The family consisted of a couple in their mid-30s and their small child. My family welcomed them into the society. We also invited them over for dinner that weekend.

That weekend, I became well acquainted with them. The man’s name was Manoj (name changed). He was working in real estate. His wife captured my attention. Her name was Mansi (name changed). She was currently studying to get her Ph.D.

She captured my attention because she had a great personality. She was phenomenal. She was very witty and could win any argument. I enjoyed talking to her. I never expected to be so friendly with a woman who was 7-10 years older to me. Their daughter was 5 years old. She was going to start school.

Few months pass by. I would occasionally greet them whenever we met. Sometimes Mansi would come home to chat with my mother. Out families went out for dinner a couple of times. It would be correct to say that Mansi and my mother had become good friends.

Things changed when the local gym I was going to shut down suddenly. It was frustrating for me. Because the gym management did not give any prior notice. Suddenly it was closed with a regular ‘Sorry for inconvenience’ notice. On reaching home my dad told to go talk to our neighbor Manoj as he knew the gym management well.

I immediately went to their house and rang the bell. I was waiting for a few seconds. I noticed their car wasn’t in the parking lot. Thinking they weren’t home I thought about ringing the doorbell once again and then leaving. I rang the doorbell again when I heard Mansi from inside “Coming.”

She opened the door. I was mildly surprised as she was panting slightly. I greeted her. “Hi, Mansi! I was hoping to talk to Manoj. The gym shut down. Wanted to know if Manoj has any idea about the gym reopening.”

As I was talking to her I noticed she had not buttoned up her kurta and her deep cleavage was visible. My brain froze! This for the first time I had seen her cleavage. She asked me to come inside. And she said, ” Manoj isn’t home.”

She said some other things, but I couldn’t hear anything. I was mesmerized by her. Looking at her deep cleavage brought out the young horny side of me. I started noticing her physical appearance more and more.

Suddenly she said, “Hey! Are you having a stroke!” And laughed. I was taken aback but regained my concentration. She told me how she didn’t know anything about the gym. She said that she would message me when her husband got back. We exchanged phone numbers and I returned home.

Immediately in like 2-3 minutes, she messaged me, ‘Hi’. I was surprised but I wanted to talk to her. I was excited. I had just seen a deep cleavage. I had noticed her perfect hourglass figure. I had noticed her breasts and her incredible ass. Why wouldn’t I talk back to her? We started chatting.

“Hey! Long-time no see!…lol.”

She replied with a lol emoji. I really had no idea what to talk about, so I asked her whatever came to my head.

“I noticed you were panting when you answered the doorbell. Are you okay?”
She replied, “Yeah no I’m fine. I was just busy working out.”

We spoke a lot about general stuff. I was just happy to talk to her. All the while, I had a raging boner. I wondered if she knew her cleavage was visible and how I was checking the fuck out of her. We spoke almost every day after that day. We would enjoy talking to each other.

On one lucky night, she messaged me around 11 pm. I was a little shocked. I immediately replied back. We started talking. I didn’t want any trouble so I just casually asked about her husband.

“Is Manoj at home? I don’t want any problems for you.”
She replied with a wink emoji and said ” Of course not. He’s never at home.”
“Oh! Sorry. I just wanted to make sure. Didn’t want any issues.”
“How very thoughtful of you. Don’t worry. I don’t talk to you if he’s at home.”

I was thrilled. Having such a Hot Milf talking to me when her husband isn’t at home, was just amazing. This was my first time I was having a proper conversation with a MILF. My cock was engorged with blood standing erect. My brain was in the fast mode.

All erotic thoughts of Mansi and I were flooding my head. I felt like just masturbating to her. But just then she messaged, “Hey where did you go?” I was horny like hell. So, I threw caution to the wind. “Was lost in your beauty. Was staring at your DP.”

“Haha. Don’t lie. You were doing much more than that right?” (wink) This is the wit that she always had. She would always reply in a witty response.

“Haha. Can you blame me?” I responded.
She asked. “What would your girlfriend think?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” She was surprised. She asked ” Really? How come a smart handsome guy like you is single?”

I decided to see how far I could go. I replied, “Because I like older women.” My heart was pounding! I was curious how she would reply. I was slightly afraid too. What if she gets upset and doesn’t talk to me. But her reply was assuring. “Haha! Do you have anyone in mind?”

My next response was crucial. I was contemplating saying, “I’m talking to her.” But that was too direct. I decided to play around a little. I replied, “I have a list.” She was hooked now. “Waah. You have a list. But I should have expected it from a stud like you.”

I was high now. My cock was oozing precum. I thought I would bust my nut without even touching it. Such a hot milf called me a stud. I was thinking to what extent can I take this. I didn’t want to lose this. I didn’t want to take extreme steps and fuck it up.

At the same time, I knew there was a limit. I didn’t have high hopes. I decided to progress in baby steps. I started to send her naughty messages, naughty jokes and all. She responded positively to each.

I wanted to know what she was wearing. Wanted to know if she was as turned on as me. Wanted to know what she was doing. I imagined various scenarios in my head. Imagined her lying on the bed rubbing her clit, playing with her amazing breasts and went to the extent of imagining her playing with a dildo. (When I’m horny my imagination goes wild and far-fetched….lol).

But I didn’t say anything to her. I was scared that she would think I crossed the limit and stop everything. At least now I’m getting some flirting. But soon this stopped because her husband returned. We said goodbye and I slept after masturbating.

I must have taken like 15 seconds to ejaculate because I was so turned on. Even after ejaculation, I was still horny. But I decided against masturbating a lot and slept with a big boner.

After that night we would have only naughty discussions. We would send each other naughty gifs and all. I would literally Google stuff and then send it to her. I started watching a lot of Milf porn too. I would imagine her and masturbate at least 1/day.

A few days after that night marked another milestone in our relationship. I was watching a TV series when she sent me 5-7 pics of herself! She was wearing a nightgown and drinking wine. I was speechless. I mean what the fuck!

I had never expected this. The pics were not revealing, or she was posing like a pornstar in them. But a MILF sending you selfies!! I mean I never had the luxury of that before. I replied immediately, “Wow! You look amazing! But why are you drinking alone?”

She said, “I am alone. Husband has gone out of town for a few days. My daughter is with my parents for a month.”

I pressed, “Sorry to hear you are alone. But now we can talk whenever we want!” She liked that a lot. “Yes! We can! We can even discuss that list. I really want to know more about it.”

A part of me wanted to just throw caution to the wind and go on to sexting. But I realized she was a little drunk. What if in future it comes to bite me in the ass? She could say she was drunk.

She could say I should have behaved myself. Not take advantage of her when she isn’t in the right state. That seemed more appropriate. So, I decided to stop this. I asked her, “Are you okay? Or are high?”

She replied, “I am pretty high. “I was disheartened. Because now even if she wanted something, it wasn’t right on my part. I decided to stick to flirting. ” How about next time You don’t drink alone? You have a friend right across your house.”

She laughed and said alright and we flirted a little more. Then I think she became too drunk because I started to get gibberish messages. I told her she needed to sleep. I wished her goodnight.

The next day I got a text from her in the afternoon saying she needed to talk to me. I was a little excited. I knew I hadn’t pushed my limit because I hadn’t gone forward or even initiated sexting. Maybe she wanted to thank me.

Well, you will know what happened in the next part!

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I thought that Mansi was upset with me for flirting with her. But the next day I got a text from her in the afternoon saying she needed to talk to me. I was a little excited. I knew I hadn’t pushed my limit because I hadn’t gone forward or even initiated sexting. Maybe she wanted to thank me.

I was hoping that would give me more good points. I went to her house. The moment she opened the door I was awestruck. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a little makeup.

She had tight-fitting clothes on. A blue tight top which just made her breasts pop out. She was wearing jet black yoga pants which were literally looking like her second skin. You could see her amazing figure.

“Hey! C’mon in.”
“Hi, Mansi! You needed to talk?”
“Actually I needed your help with moving some stuff. My husband’s out of town. They are too heavy for me.”

“Sure. No problem. I am always ready to help beautiful women….haha.”
“Oh aren’t you the best,” she said and she looked at me and gave me the sexiest smiles ever.

As she was leading me to a room, I was checking out her behind. Her legs showed that she spent her time on lower body exercises. Her calves were toned and her thighs were something I would drool on!

Her ass, the only way I can describe it was that all I wanted to do was spank that nice ass. Because I was checking her out I started getting a boner. A bulge was forming in my pants. I was getting slightly conscious about it but I couldn’t figure out how I could stop it.

I mean I had such an amazing woman in front of me. She took me to a bedroom which had a step ladder already placed. She asked me to remove boxes from the cabinets near the ceiling. I said alright. I climbed on the ladder and started to slowly remove the boxes.

As I was removing the first box I looked down at her to ask where did she want the box placed. But what I saw made me very happy. She was staring at my bulge. “Umm. Mansi?”

She got startled and said, “Yes yes. Just give it to me. I’ll put it down.”

I was a little surprised. Because the box wasn’t that heavy, and if she could take the box from me she could have done it on her own. As I handed her the boxes my mind was again flooded with naughty ideas.

Did she just make this excuse to meet me? Did she want to do something else? I wasn’t sure if what I was thinking was right. After I removed the boxes she said we should rest for sometime. And we sat on the bed. She offered me water and we spoke a little.

Now she was facing me so I had the view of her breasts. For a small woman, she had amazing breasts. I was guessing they were around 32B or C. She saw me checking out her breasts and asked me in a seductive voice, “Like what you see?”

“Of course! They…I mean you are beautiful!”
She laughed and said, “Yeah sure you were looking at my face!”
I laughed and asked her, “I noticed you staring too.”

“Oh did you? But it was right in front of me! Where else should I look?” She said innocently.

“I don’t mind! It’s a compliment to me.”

I started moving a little closer to her. I knew it was now or never. If this wasn’t a call for moving it ahead I don’t know what was. I edged closer to her. I hoped she wouldn’t move back and she didn’t!
“You can call me anytime you want. I can help you out with things other than moving boxes.”

My heart was pounding so hard she could probably hear it. She smiled and said, “Today wasn’t about the boxes.”

I took as a green light and leaned in and kissed her soft lips!! She started kissing me back. Her lips were so soft. She had put some kind of gloss that was giving a sweet taste. I sucked on her lips a little and then went in. Our tongues were exploring each other mouths.

It was exhilarating! She started holding my cock through my pants and started squeezing it. I held her neck and continued to kiss her. We moved into each other arms.

It was as though we were one big blob. She climbed on to my lap. We started rubbing each other. Dry humping each other while kissing each other on the face and neck.

“Take off your clothes! I wanted you for so long!” I told her.

She smiled and slowly started removing her top. Slowly her body was getting exposed. I could see a flat stomach and then I saw the jackpot! Two big round taut breasts. They looked huge! Her bra was struggling to hold them.

I immediately went to them like a hungry dog. I started licking, nibbling and biting them! She was moaning, “THAT FEELS SO GOOD! I HAVE NOT HAD THIS IN SUCH A LONG TIME! DONT’ STOP!”

I removed her bra. Then I squeezed her breasts and started sucking the areolas!! My saliva was everywhere. Her breasts had bite marks all over them. She was moaning like one of the pornstars! She was holding my head and telling me to continue.

I wanted to take it to the next level so I started giving her small kisses all over her face. Then slowly I started progressing down to her neck and breasts. With my hands, I was rolling down her yoga pants while with my mouth I was kissing her beautiful breasts.

She raised her ass so that I could remove her pants. In one attempt I removed her pants and her pantie. She had a completely shaved pussy. It was so smooth.

Her clitoris was a little engorged. I wanted her to have maximum pleasure. So with my fingers, I parted her labia and started licking her pussy. She loved it!

“YES!!! THAT’S IT! YOU ARE DOING IT SO WELL! PLEASE DO THAT! I FEEL SO GOOD!” She was pushing my head into her pussy. There was a moment when I almost suffocated!

I inserted 2 fingers in and started to finger fuck her. At the same time, I went up and gave her a long kiss. I had her juices all over my lips. She kissed me and said,  I taste good right?”

“You taste the best Mansi!” I then concentrated on finger fucking her. I increased my speed and she went berserk!!! “AHHH AHHH AHHH YES DON’T STOP! I’M GONNA CUM!!!!”

I never expected it but in a few seconds, she squirted!!! This was the first time I actually witnessed that! I had been with a couple girls before. But none of them ever squirted!

The bedsheet had a huge wet stain now. We smiled at each other. I paid next to her and looked at her. We were both drenched in sweat. She was panting. She gasped and said ” Thank you! That’s was amazing. My husband never made me feel like I that!”

I smiled and said ” I enjoyed it too! It was amazing! I didn’t know you were a squirter!”
“Haha! Till not I have only squirted when I masturbated on my own. My husband never finger fucked me like you did.”

That gave me such a boost! I felt like a god! She then said, “Now your turn.”
She stroked my cock and spat little saliva on it. “Your dick is so thick. My husband’s dick is the same length but look at your thickness.”

“It’s all yours Mansi! C’mon give me a good blowjob.” A few days ago I would have never imagined I would be saying this to her. But now I was telling her to give me a blowjob.

She pulled back my foreskin and tried to take my entire cock into her mouth. She could manage only 4 inches or so. I pushed her head more down and held it down for a few seconds. She started moaning and hitting my torso to indicate that she couldn’t hold on any longer.

I released her head. She came up gasping for air. “OMG! Your dick is so big! I never had any problem before.”

” Yes Mansi, it’s big. And it’s gonna give you more pleasure than your husband’s cock!” I took her head and pushed it down on my cock. She held my cock with one hand and started slurping over my cock!

Slurping noises made me hornier. Her saliva was everywhere. She would stroke my cock from the head till the base and then take it in her mouth. As much as she could. Soon I felt like I was gonna cum. But I didn’t want to.

So I asked her to stop. “Mansi stop! I’m gonna cum. I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to first fuck you like crazy and then cum all over your breasts.”

She smiled mischievously and said ok. She got on her back and asked me to take her in missionary. I wanted her to beg me to take her. So I decided to tease her. I started rubbing my cock over the clitoris.

I would insert it just a little and remove it immediately. She was getting more aroused by all this and started moaning. “Aaaah. Please don’t tease me. Just put it inside!”

“Beg for it. Beg me for my cock.” I said arrogantly.
“Please, I beg you! Don’t tease me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
I smiled and thrust my cock into her vagina in one attempt.

“AHHHHH! FUCK YEAH! YES! OMG!”
“Yes, you like it right. You like having my cock deep in your vagina.”
“YES!! IT FEELS SO GOOD! I LOVE IT!”

It really felt awesome! I was fucking her hard. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her ponytail. Her neck got extended and I kissed her on her mouth. She kept moaning like hell! I was enjoying every second.

I felt like a god. I was fucking one of the hottest milfs I had ever met in my life. Not just that, she liked my cock better than her husbands! I made her squirt which her husband hasn’t ever been able to do! Of course, I would feel like a god.

I kept on thrusting her hard. I was making long deep thrusts. Occasionally I would increase my speed and thrust as fast as I can till my stomach hurt! She would love that and moan like hell! Then I would relax and give her long deep thrusts.

I would come out almost entirely and the ram my cock into her tight pussy! With ever such thrust she would scream! I’m sure the entire neighborhood could hear her at those times. But we didn’t care! We were in a zone where only fucking each other mattered and nothing else!

Soon I got tired. I was drenched in sweat. I asked her to give me a sloppy blowjob like before. I laid on the bed. She came between my legs and started giving me a nice sloppy blowjob. It felt so good having beautiful lips around my cock. She would suck my cock so well. It was incredible!

I wanted to fuck her again. Her pussy had almost got me addicted! So I asked her to get on her fours. She happily went on her fours. I took a moment to appreciate her from behind. Her awesome ass. Her nice curved back.

Her jet black hair which was now messed up because of sex. It looked amazing. She looked behind and said, ” C’mon! Fuck me with that big dick!”

I smiled and held her buttocks. They were so soft and firm. I spanked her twice and made her yelp with pain. She giggled and said, “Oooh that hurts! But don’t stop!” I laughed and rammed my duck into her wet pussy! “OH FUCK!!! ” She screamed!

I held her messed up ponytail and pulled it back while I thrust my hard cock into her wet pussy! I wanted to spank her ass so I let go of her hair and started spanking her ass hard!! She screamed in pain! “NO NO. PLEASE NOT THAT HARD. IT STINGS!”

But I didn’t care! I felt like a sadist. I wanted to hear her scream. I kept on spanking her and she kept on screaming. But not once did she stop fucking me! In fact, the more I spanked her firm ass, the more she backed up on my cock and fucked me harder! I realized this slut liked getting spanked!

“You like getting spanked don’t you? You are a slut who loves to cheat on her husband. You like getting spanked.” I was just saying whatever was coming to my head without giving it any thought.

“Yes! I am a slut! I like to cheat on my husband! Now cum inside me! Fill me up with your seed!” She shouted back. That’s all I needed.

I increased my pace and started fucking her hard. Now I wanted to cum inside of her. Wanted to make a mark. Our bodies banging into each other were making loud noises “THAP THAP THAP”

Soon as about to cum. I grunted “Ahhh! Take it. Take my cum in your pussy!
“Yes!! Cum inside of me! Even I’m gonna cum!! Give it to me!!” She yelled.

We stayed in that position for God knows how long. Then I came out and laid on the bed. She also fell back on the bed. We didn’t say anything to each other. For quite some time we stayed silent. Just catching our breaths.

Soon it dawned on us. What we had done. I wasn’t embarrassed at all. I felt like a rockstar! But I think she felt embarrassed. She mumbled something and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

After she got up I saw a huge stain on the bedsheet. It was our juices. I smiled. I was proud of myself. She came out. She got on top of me and gave me a long kiss.

“Thank you. I haven’t experienced this in a long time. Don’t say a word to anyone else. Otherwise, we both would be in deep shit!”
“No worries! I don’t plan on letting another soul know about us. Are you okay? Are you upset?”

” No.Why should I? Because I cheated on my husband? He has been cheating on me for ages! What do you think he does when he goes on ‘business trips?’I have seen his chats where he discusses which bars to pick up girls or which prostitutes to take to his hotel room.”

Hearing this I didn’t know what to say. I just held her face and gave her a small kiss on her lips.

“I’ll leave now.” And I started wearing my clothes.
“Don’t leave immediately. Wash your face. Tidy your hair. Cool down and then leave. Otherwise, it might be obvious something happened between us.” She said.

I laughed,” I am sure your screams have made that obvious!”
She smiled,” Who told you to fuck me so good”

I did what she told me to do. While leaving her house I saw Mrs. Anjali Goyal (another neighbor.named changed) staring at me. I got a little scared. I thought she understood what had happened.

I went home and messaged Mansi about Mrs. Anjali. She said no need to worry. I didn’t understand why I need not worry. But I was tired from all the exertion. So I just slept.

Please forgive me for any spelling or grammatical errors. I wrote this in a hurry.
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Just when our fascination was flowering into something more meaningful and bold. Venkateshappa received the news of an elder passing away in Anantapur in Andhra Pradesh. And he had to attend the funeral. Both Sowmyakka and I were sad at this development. But little could we do anything. Venkateshappa had to leave that evening.

That evening, Sowmyakka and Venkateshappa came home together. Venkateshappa explained that he needed to go to the funeral and would like to leave Sowmyakka behind as she could take care of the cattle and milk supplies. He requested if I would take care of her and keep her safe.

I assuringly told Venkateshappa not to worry and he can come back as he wishes. And if need be I will sleep in his cattle shed. Assured, Venkateshappa left. And I could see the smile on Sowmyakka’s face.

After Venkateshappa left, I told Sowmyakka either you come to my house or I will come to yours. You can decide. She said, “Why don’t you come to my house, I will cook something nice for you today.” I agreed to meet her at 8:30 pm for dinner.

A glint of hope in my eyes. I sat down watching the IPL match telecast that day. Sipping my single malt. The single malt was definitely doing me good in terms of mood uplift. So I decided to make another and looked forward to the special dinner Sowmyakka was making for me tonight.

I called Sowmyakka to see if she had her dinner ready. I was happy to know that she was waiting for me to join her. I hurried up to her house and when I entered, Sowmyakka was nowhere to be seen. Sowmyakka was in the shower, I could hear her humming some nice Kannada romantic song.

I sat on the sofa and started to watch the IPL match on TV. A good 20 odd minutes passed by as I heard the bathroom door open and my Sowmyakka calling, “Putta (my pet name) can you pass me my nightie?” I casually picked the garment from the bed and walked up to the bathroom door and called.

She opened the door and just shoved her hand through the crack. I stretched up to hand it over, and then my world went upside down. The bathroom was designed in such a way that the bath was on the right, once you enter and wash basin and the dresser was on left.

The door was hinged on the right side of the frame.  So, when the door is opened completely, the bathing enclosure stays partially obscured behind the door. But when Sowmyakka opened just a crack and hid behind, she was standing in front of a full-sized mirror fitted on the dresser platform. I was standing out diagonally, had full access to her nude image in the mirror.

Now before I go any further let me describe my Sowmyakka, she is around 50 for sure, the exact age I do not know. She has retained perkiness of her breasts and has a figure like a pear, unlike mothers in most of the fantasies. She is a typical Indian housewife with kids and a grandkid. She is overweight by at least 10 kgs with huge breasts, slightly sagged sitting pretty on fairly large wide hips flaring in the shape of a pear, below her fleshy, waist.

However, her waist did appear smaller when compared to her ample bosom which flowed and hung outside with them facing either side and an extra wide bottom. She stood tall at 5 feet 7 inches, taller than an average Indian female. Her complexion was on the brighter side. With silken skin without any freckles.

Standing there at the door, I saw her full nude image in the mirror and was transfixed. Her breasts were huge and bulky. They were just luscious. I could see her large brown areola topped with an erect nipple, thick and big as the first digit of my thumb. Her midriff was fleshy and swelled, giving her a curvaceously sexy look.

Her thighs were big and fleshy but had a shape to them. They were stout and tapering down beautifully just above the knee, like that of a sumo wrestler, and then her lower legs which were beautiful and had shapely calves. Since she worked a lot at home and in the cattle shed. I was shaken out of my trance as she spoke, “Yenu nodtha idhiya Putta, bega kodu, chali aagtha ide.” (What are you doing, hand it quickly, I am freezing).

I hurriedly handed her the garment and went back to watch TV. Now my thoughts were a mix of emotions. I was aroused and at the same time feeling guilty of harboring such thoughts about Sowmyakka. Thinking sexually about someone else’s wife is not something unusual.

But she has known me ever since I was a kid and now her husband has handed me the responsibility to take care of her. I was dying of that guilt and at the same time was unable to erase her image from my mind. It was like I exploded into two different personalities, a good one is forcing me ahead to think about at her nudity and the greater one is dictating terms to my mind and body and keeping me in a continuous state of arousal.

The guilt was unbearable and even greater was the desire. I was torn between these two. Before that moment Sowmyakka was someone I never seriously looked upon.

I have masturbated in her thoughts when I attained adolescence and even wet my bed sometimes in her thoughts, but that was it. Off late I never had any sexual feelings for her, but the last week or so I came to lust for her. It was unthinkable to me.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a yellow cotton nightie. She looked beautiful in the yellow nightie with her wet hair tied up in a white cotton towel. I noticed she was not wearing any jewels, maybe she removes them while she bathes. She was not wearing any bra and her magnificent breasts swayed when she walked.

She stood before the mirror in bedroom tying up her hair again. Both of her arms were raised I was treated with a savory sight of her breasts moving in unison with her arms. The lamp over the mirror shed light on the front of her form, her naked silhouette could be seen through the garment.

I was brought back to reality when Sowmyakka said, “Sorry Putta swalpa late aayithu.” (Sorry Putta, it’s a bit late.) I replied, “Paravagilla Akka, nanagenu urgent illa.” (Its ok Akka, I am no hurry). She hurried into the kitchen and served food for me. And invited me to the dining table.

I said I would prefer eating in the hall while watching the match. She brought my plate and sat beside me to serve. I was taken aback as she was not eating until I finished. I insisted she eats along for which she said it’s not the culture. I instantly held her hand and told her that from the last one week we have become friends and there needs to be no formality and insisted again that eats with me or I shall leave.

With no option and a sense of pride in her eyes, Sowmyakka brought a plate for herself. We sat down having dinner and watching the match. I was totally conscious of my surroundings. I was consciously looking at the TV to avoid staring at Sowmyakka.

I heard my Sowmyakka say something. Her voice appeared to be coming from a distance and I couldn’t make out what she exactly said. This kind of frustrated her and she almost shook me and said, “You shouldn’t be drinking so much.”

It caught me unawares, I said, “Oh! I am sorry Akka, it is not the drink it’s just the work which is tiring me out.” As I said I threw a glance towards her and again couldn’t help noticing her cleavage that was visible through the neck of the garment. It was modest but showed a little as she had to bend forward a little to eat her dinner.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. I noticed that the soft flowing fabric was caressing her breasts outlining them well and her nipples were quite prominently impressed. I almost felt like slapping myself, no matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop myself from ogling at her.

She replied, “Putta these last seven days or so has made me realize so much about myself. I have seen you ever since you were a kid. I always wanted to get to know you better. But you avoided me. Today, you speak so much better than me. You are so matured. You are so manly and so decent. You know how to treat a woman.”

This embarrassed me, I apologized to her.

I am Amit from Delhi. This story is about my randi girlfriend Reshu and her mom Gayatri. Let’s come to the story.

Reshu and I are class fellows. Reshu is the hottest girl in the class and also a very bitchy whore. It’s was our 12th standards exams. One day I went to help  Reshu in exams. I reached her house and her mom Gayatri welcomed me.

Gayatri is a damn hot Indian white chubby milf mom with big boobs and fleshy body. She was wearing a black saree showing her deep round navel. As soon as she opened the door her navel was in front of my eyes. I got to see it deeply which made me horny.

She is a very open-minded aunt who always wears very low cut sleeveless blouse. She asked me to sit on the sofa and she also sat in front of me. I was gazing at her vast cleavage and her navel. Sometimes she was also giving the glimpse of her dusky armpits.

She called Reshu and went to get me some tea. Now Reshu came and hugged me and sat on the same sofa on which her mother was sitting.  Reshu is not that fair (gori) as her mother but a perfectly slim hot with small boobs. Reshu was in shorts and vest.

Her dad was out of the station. So I and Reshu went to her study room and were studying till late at night. It was very late so aunt told me to stay with them. Around midnight her mom came to our study room with some juice to get refreshed.

When she gave the juice I saw her cleavage and dropped the juice. The glass broke and the juice was all over the floor. So Reshu went to bring a mop to clean it. Gayatri asked why I dropped the glass.

I told her that I saw something big so I got shocked. She asked me what was that and I replied that I saw her boobs. She pinched my cheeks and gave a naughty smile. I winked at her.

After some time we thought of sleeping. I said I will sleep in the hall and they can sleep in their own rooms. Aunt said she has no problem with me to sleep in her room. I was feeling so excited.

Reshu went to her room and I and aunt went to the aunt’s room. Once I entered I quickly locked the room and hugged her from behind. She liked it. She adjusted her ass so that my dick can fit into her ass cracks.

It gave me an open signal and I started taking off her saree. We both got nude. Then we lay on the bed and kissed each other deeply. She was holding my dick and I pressing her soft boobs.

I went down licking her neck and light brown nipples. Her armpits smell was making me mad. So I lifted her arm and sniffed her armpit for a while and then licked her both the armpits. That salty taste of her armpit was something I can’t forget.

Then I went for her navel. I fingered her navel and put my tongue deep in her navel. She was moaning. I licked the navel for 5 minutes which made her vagina wet, leaking precum. I licked all her precum and kissed her beefy thighs.

She had a perfect figure for that age. Then she pushed me on the bed and started kissing me all over. She took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a blowjob with her soft lips.

Oh God, it was heaven. It was my 1st time. Suddenly we heard an extra sound of a moan. It was coming from near the door. I quickly ran to the door to find Reshu standing there and fingering.

She saw me nude and she was shy and closed her eyes. I went near her and hugged and asked her if she wants to join. Her mom was so happy to see this. I took her daughter inside. Aunt removed her daughter’s clothes and kissed her.

They both were doing lesbo for some time until I interrupted. I took both their boobs and licked and sucked both of them. I know I was so hard and I wanted to do something. I asked aunt to suck my cock and I took Reshu’s pussy in my mouth.

Oh, my first sex was getting better and better. I cummed in aunt’s mouth. She cleaned everything and drunk my cum entirely. Now I asked Reshu to suck my cock which she immediately accepted.

Reshu was much better than her mom in blowing dick. As I made her suck my dick so many times in the school’s toilet that she became a master in sucking cock. I was licking aunt’s pussy.

Now I came for the second time and this time in Reshu’s mouth. I was a little tired so aunt brought me some milk. I was enjoying my drink and in the meantime, mom-daughter was having lesbian sex. On seeing this, my dick came back to full position and now I wanted to fuck some pussies.

1st I wanted to take the mature pussy as I was always more attracted to older ladies. I always wanted to lose my virginity to some hot milf. I put my dick on aunt’s pussy and inserted my dick in one go. It went smoothly in her vagina as her vagina had been taking dicks of Reshu’s father or maybe some other guys too for a long time.

Reshu was having her pussy licked by her mom and was lip-locked with me. I fucked Reshu’s mom for more than 20 minutes and cum in her vagina. Now I wanted to fuck Reshu but aunt said no she is a virgin.

So she asked Reshu to change position and showed me the vagina. I started fingering it and was sucking her boobs harder while aunt was cleaning my dick and sucking my balls. Now I thought to take some rest and have foreplay.

So I asked Gayatri to lay down on the bed and asked Reshu to spit in Gayatri’s navel. I applied her saliva in her navel and started licking. Reshu started to lick my ass, my balls, and my dick.

Now I went up and inserted my dick in her navel and started fondling her big boobs and Reshu was making her mom to lick her asshole. Then I fucked Gayatri one more time and gave cumshot on her mouth and on her armpit and Reshu licked that cum from her mouth and her armpits.

Then we slept on the same bed naked. I will continue this story in the next parts, don’t worry Reshu will be fucked.

Thanks for reading. I am eagerly waiting for feedback, please mail me on [email protected].

Hello guys. I’m Imran (name changed). Mein ek Muslim ladka hoon of age 22. Let me tell you about myself. I have just now done my B.E. I’m an average looking guy and a very horny guy. Mera lund 6.5 inch lamba aur mota hai.

So let me tell you that this is my first story on ISS. Toh thoda horny hoke padhein maza aane wala hai. So as I told that I’m a very horny guy and is liye I used to use adult networking sites. So this story is of the time jab mein 3rd-year mein tha.

I logged in to the adult networking site and was checking out for Bangalore chicks (as I stay in Bangalore). So there was a girl who was very hot and I got a hard-on and texted her, ‘Hi babe you are a damn hot babe.’ She also responded by thanking me and the chat continued. And we exchanged our email ids.

Phir we started knowing each other better and got close and comfortable with each other and she sent me her picture and I sent her mine followed by nudes. I told that she has a sexy body and she is hot and she told me that my lund is very hot and sexy.

Now since we became close we thought of meeting and we decided a date to meet. So, she took an off from her office telling that she is not well. I bunked my college. I went to her house at around 10 in the morning and knocked on the door.

And there she was in a white t-shirt and hot denim shorts. I said, “Hi Jaanu,” and she welcomed me with a naughty smile. As soon as I entered she locked the door and asked me to sit.

I asked her for a glass of water. (some to drink and some to pour on her t-shirt) So she said, “Bhaitho, abhi laati hoon.” I drank some and poured on her t-shirt. But to my surprise, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were very erect and hard.

I told her, “You are very hot baby,” and pulled her and made her sit on my lap. Fuck, she gave me a sexy hot lap dance aur boli ke, “Tera toh mast tan ke khada ho gaya hai.” I told her, “Sab tumhara hai, jaanu.”

Now she started touching my cock. I started playing with her soft and big boobs as we were smooching and exchanging spit. Now she took off my pants and she said, “Saale chaddi kyun nahi pehni?” (I usually don’t wear underwear.)

I said ke aise hi. Now she grabbed my cock and said, “Saale kya lund hai tera, mota, lamba aur garam. Aaj toh isse khoob chodoongi.” She started stroking it. I was telling ke “Saali tujhe pata hai ke lund ko kaise khush karte hain?”

As soon as I told her this she gave a naughty smile and took my cock in her mouth. Oh fuck, I was in heaven. She was the best cock sucker. Now she grabbed my balls and started sucking them one by one.

I was moaning and telling, “Jaan tu toh maal hai ek dum saali kutiya lund ki rakhail,” and she was enjoying this. Now she gave me the biggest shock of my life. She deep throated me and licked my balls also.

I told her ke mein jhadne wala hoon and she asked me to cum in her mouth. She swallowed every single drop of it and told ke, “I love your cum man mujhe choodne ke baad phir se pilana.” I told ok and she cleaned my cock.

Now I took her clothes off completely and asked her to sleep on the bed and she did it. Then I started sucking her boobs like a hungry tiger. She was moaning and telling me, “Saale kutte chaat, mere boobs chaat saale chaat,” and she was moaning hard.

Now I sat on the floor pulled her at the edge of the bed. I spread her legs and started touching her pussy and she moaned. I then inserted my finger and started licking her trimmed pussy. She was moaning hard, “Saale mere chut ke baal aur acche se chaat,” and I was fingering and licking her a lot.

Now she wrapped her legs around my head and kept my hands on her boobs and asked me to eat her pussy. Guys what should I say I was going breathless and her pussy was smelling so good. It was so tasty that I was lost in her pussy.

She then unwrapped her legs and I went down and started licking her asshole and she was going crazy. After licking her ass hole and pussy for 30 long minutes she asked me to give her a smooch. she started playing with my cock. Now my lund was erect and hard again and she said “Chal shuru karte hain chooda choodi.”

I then wore a condom and placed my cock right on her pussy. I started teasing her pussy and she said, “Llowde kutte saale daal jaldi se andar aur maar mujhe.” But I continued teasing her and she was moaning and suddenly I pushed my cock inside she was screaming.

Then I was just teasing her by putting my cock head inside. Then later after a few tries I started fucking her and increased my speed and she was crying, “Harder baby fuck me hard, jaanu kya mast hai tera lund, meri chut phad saale. Fuck me yes yes yes fuck me.” I was fucking her as I played with her boobs.

Now I took my cock off and licked her pussy (as I love licking pussy). I said, “Chal ghoodi ban,” and she was on her all fours, spreading her legs. I fucked her pussy hard in doggy style (it’s my favorite position). As I was slowing down she asked me to take my cock off her pussy and asked me to sleep on the bed and I did.

Now she came on top of me took off the condom from my cock and started sucking it hornily. I was going mad. She came on top of me and as she was sitting on my cock I asked her why she removed the condom. She hornily said ke she wanted to ride me without a condom.

She started moaning and bouncing on me. For10 minutes this continued, and I told her that I’m gonna cum. We quickly got up and she sat on the floor and opened her mouth and I sprayed my cum in her mouth and she swallowed it and started teasing my cock tip.

We now lay down on the bed exhausted with her head on my chest and my hand under her neck playing with her hairs and her hand on my cock. She said “I love you jaanu. Tum bahut mast ho kaash yeh lund mujhe roz milta.”

We slept for some time naked and when We woke up it was already 4:30. I wore my clothes kissed her and I went. Now she is married, and we are not in touch.

Guys how was my story?? Do give me a feedback on [email protected]

Bangalore girls if you wanna have fun with my cock then hangouts me or mail me on [email protected] and can have a good time together.

Have fun guys!!!

Hello friends last ke dono kisse meri college ki bahut achchi dost ‘Anita’ ki zindagi ke the, jo ki humne sath hi bethkar likhe the. Mujhe ummeed hai ki aapko woh kisse pasand aaye honge. Aap log shayad ye soch rahe honge ki aisa kaunsa pati hai jisko apni biwi ke randi hone se koi problem nahi hai.

Toh mein aapko bata deti hun ki aisa hota hai. Societies mein jab koi middle class family ki wife apni zindagi mein paise wagera karch nahi kar paati toh woh ye side business shuru kar deti hai. Aap sab ne suna hi hoga ki kaafi middle class families ki bahu beauty parlor khol leti hai.

Toh woh beauty parlor ke naam pe andar woh hi kaam chal raha hota hai. Aur jo shadi wagera ki bookings pe 1-2 raat ghar se bahar gujarti hai, toh koi shadi ki bookings nahi hoti. Woh kisi hotel mein randi bankar chudayi ka hi kaam kar rahi hoti hai.

Meri 2 friends karti hai ye kaam aur maine kaafi aurton ko dekh hai. Bas sabko believe nahi hota ki society mein ye sab hota hai kya. But mein aapko sach bata rahi hun ki ye sab bahut common hai.

40-50% auratein shaadi ke baad kisi aur aadmi ya ladke se hi satisfy hoti hai. Kuch paise lekar ye kaam karti aur kuch meri tarah jo sex ke maze karne ke liye ye sab karti hai.

Toh doston ab mein apni zindagi ke ek kisse pe aati hun. Iss kisse mein mujhe koi satisfaction nahi hua tha na hi meri chut se paani nikala tha. Woh maine ye poora kissa khatam hone ke baad apne room mein jakar hi kiya tha. Par maine 2 jawaan lund ka paani jaroor nikaal diya tha.

Mere pati ka ek bada bhai hai jiske 2 bete hai, ek 18 saal ka hai Pankaj aur ek 19 saal ka hai Kamal. Toh humara ghar aur unka ghar kaafi paas hai. Woh din mein jyadatar time mere sath hi bitate hai.

Iska reason mujhe unhone baad mein bataya. Aur woh reason tha ki woh dono hi meri apne mobile se photo kheechte the aur phir apne ghar jaakar lund hilate the. Toh din mein mere pati office chale jaate hai.

Ye summer vacations ka time tha toh Pankaj aur Kamal din bhar free hote the aur mere sath hi rehte the din bhar. Ghar mein sirf hum 3 hi hote the. Hum kaafi movies/ TV shows ya phir games wagera khelte the. Aur kaafi baar card games bhi khelte the.

Maine unhe Poker khelna sikha diya tha toh unhe kaafi maza aane lag gaya tha Poker khelne mein. Toh aise hi ek din woh daily ki tarah aaye. Aur TV on kar ke drawing room mein beth gaye aur mein uss time kitchen mein thi.

Maine sirf nighty pehna hua tha. Aur niche bra aur panty kuch nahi thi kyunki husband ne subah subah hi ek baar gaand maar li thi. Aur mujhe dhyan nahi raha ki dono itni jaldi aa jayenge.

Par mein unke saamne kaafi baar nighty mein hi rehti thi par hamesha bra pehen leti thi. Toh meri nipples nighty ke upar se saaf dikh rahe the.

Me: Toh aa gaye mere dono sabse shaitan bhateeje.
Pankaj: Chachi hum toh bahut sidhe hai shaitani toh chacha karte hai.
Me: Achcha Pankaj beta ab chachi se aisi baatein karoge.
Kamal: Chachi ye bahut bigad gaya hai, aajkal aisi hi batein karta hai.
Me: Chalo tumhe chachi bhi toh achchi mili hai jise aisi batein karna pasand hai.

Phir hum teeno hasne lage aur thodi der baad mein unke sath sofe pe aakar beth gayi. Phir maine thodi der baad notice kiya ki Kamal meri nipples ko ghur raha tha bahut der se. Maine socha bachche hai dekhne do mera kya bigad raha hai.

Par thodi der baad woh Pankaj ki taraf isharre karne laga aur phir Pankaj bhi ghurne laga. Main abhi tak unhe maze lene de rahi thi aur khud bhi unke maze le rahi thi. Par phir Pankaj ne apna mobile nikala aur meri photo lene laga chupke se, aur maine dekh liya. Phir mein uthi aur uske haath se mobile le liya.

Me: Kya hua Pankaj, kya ho raha hai ye? Tum meri photo kyun keech rahe ho/
Pankaj: Chachi please, sorry chachi woh galti se dab gaya tha button.
Me: Galti se ya phir aaj meri nipples dikh rahi hai meri nighty mein se toh tumne socha ki ye achcha mauka hai photo kheechne ka.
Pankaj: Nahi chachi aisa kuch nahi hai. Please chachi sorry.

Aur meine phir uski gallery khol li aur usme mere kaafi photo the, ye dekh kar main ekdum shock reh gayi. “Ye kya hai Pankaj tum toh roz mere photo lete ho. Tum itne jyada gande bachche the mujhe pata nahi tha.”

Pankaj phir ‘sorry sorry’ bol ke gig gida raha tha. Aur phir maine Kamal ka bhi phone check kiya uar usme bhi meri kaafi photos thi. Mujhe pata toh chal gaya tha ye dono mujhe dekh kar apne lund ki bukh shaant karte hai.

Me: Achcha toh tum dono meri photo dekh kar apna lund hilate ho.
Pankaj and Kamal: Nahi chachi ye aap kya keh rahi ho? Aisa kuch nahi hai.
Me: Dekho mujhe pata hai ki tum hi nahi aas paas ke ghar ke kaafi bachche mujhe imagine kar keapna lund hilate hai. Aur mujhe koi problem nahi hai isme par tumhe meri photos nahi kheechni chahiye thi.

Aur maine unse saari photo delete karwayi.

Me: Dekho mein tum dono ke sath sex toh nahi kar sakti par mein tumhari bukh shaant kar dungi. Aur tum ye baat kisi ko mat batana aur aaj ke baad mujhe tumhare phone mein meri koi photo nahi milni chahiye.

Dono chup baith gaye unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya karen. Phir dono ne bola, “Thik hai chachi aaj ke baad aisa nahi hoga.”

Me: Chalo aaj mein tumhare lund ki bukh shaant kar dungi par tum mujhe kahin bhi touch nahi karoge. Aur mein bhi tumhe touch nahi karungi.
Pankaj: Phir Chachi humare lund ko shaanti kaise milegi.
Me: Arre tum chinta mat karo mein hun na, tumhari naughty chachi.

Phir maine unhe poora nanga hone ko kaha aur mein unhe dekhne lagi. Woh dono dheere dheere apne kapde utaar rahe the. Aur thodi der mein woh poore nange the. Unn dono ke hi abhi lund jyada bade nahi the aur unke koi baal bhi nahi the lund ke aas pas.

Phir mein unhe apne room mein le gayi. Aur Pankaj baar baar meri gaand par hath rakh raha tha. Maine bola ab tum piche se hi maaroge meri, aur Kamal aage se. Phir maine Pankaj ko side mein bethne ko bol diya aur laptop pe mom son waali porn chalane ko bol diya.

Poore room mein porn ki aawaz aa rahi thi aur unn dono ke lund ek dum tight ho gaye the. Phir mein bed par so gayi seedhi aur Kamal ko apne upar aane ko bola. Maine nighty hi pehna tha aur Kamal mere upar aa gaya aur mujhe chodne laga.

Uska thoda thoda lund meri chut mein ja raha tha nighty ke upar se bhi. Aur woh phi mere bobe dabane laga. Aur thodi der aise hi chod ke uska saara lund ka paani meri nighty pe gir gaya.

Woh bahut kush tha. itna paani uska kabhi nikala tha. Phir aaya number Pankaj ka. Main phir doggy style mein baith gayi. Woh mujhe piche se chodne laga aur bahut jor jor se mere bobe daba raha tha. Usko kaafi time laga aur phir maine usko aage se chodne ko bola.

Mujhe bhi bahut maza aa raha tha isme. Phir thodi der baad uska bhi nikal gaya saara pani. Mujhse bilul control nahi hua aur mein khadi hokar uska lund chusne lagi aur woh bilkul shock ho gaya. Phir maine Kamal ka bhi lund chusa.

Uske baad maine kahi baar unhe blow job diya hai aur unka lund bhi hilaya hai. Par kabhi sex nahi kiya unke sath aur woh isi mein kush hai. Toh doston ye tha meri zindagi ka ek aur bahut pyara sa ek kissa. Comments mein please bataye aapko kaisa laga.

Hi. I am going to narrate a real incident happened during our visit to my best friend’s house. This was the start of our sexual exploration. Me (Ranjith) and my wife Deepti have a few common friends whom we visit regularly.

One such friend is Vishal and Pratibha. Vishal is my college friend. My wife and Pratibha get on very well as they have the same frequency. On this day we were having our drinks just beer and watching cricket. Unfortunately, India lost.

We were very much frustrated and we changed channels finally came to FTV seeing a girl walking topless. At the same time, our wives came down from the other room to check if we want some snacks. They saw the TV and smiled.

My wife teased asking why we are watching girls with the almost flat chests. Prathiba pulled our legs by saying that their catwalk would be far better. Vishal said there is nothing to watch on TV. He is ready to watch their catwalk for a change.

Now my wife backed off saying she just said it for fun. I told the girls they should keep up their words. I added that my wife had done ramp walk in college. Vishal insisted them to go ahead. Both girls finally agreed and got up to get ready.

We took another beer. Switched off the TV and put some music. Now the girls are back they are wearing a floral design low cut night dress and white pants. Nothing exposed but their shapes and assets could be clearly noted. They walked one after another making some coordinated moves.

Wow, we noted the girls had not worn their bra. The wobbling movements of their breasts showed and nipples pointing out explained that. They made gestures like they were removing the tops but didn’t do it. When they finally bowed to say thank you, we could see their cleavage.

Prathiba said that they have proved they are better than those European models. Both of us agreed and cheered their show and said they could have shown more. My wife said better watch FTV itself and went to bed. Vishal and I decided to encourage our wives.

I said both girls looked like twin sisters. Vishal jumped to say they have got the matching size. I was shocked and laughed saying the girls have guts to come braless. We spoke for a while and came back to our rooms to sleep.

I saw my wife still awake. She asked me did I like the show. I said awesome. She asked did Vishal like it. I said obviously. I asked her did they come braless. She nodded with a smile. I asked her if she liked it?

She said she was thrilled and loved it. I went near her grabbed her face, started kissing it and sucked her lips. Now my hand lifted her shirt and exploring her breasts and her nipples were erect and hard. I moved down to kiss her nipples.

She was kneading my hair and asked what else my friend said? I told her he liked your ass movements and guessed your breast size right as 34c. I said maybe Vishal is thinking of you while fucking Pratibha. She said, “Cheee.”

I started to cup her breast and suck her nipples and moved down to her. I pulled down her pants and started kissing her thighs and licked her pussy. I was surprised to see it already wet. Now she asked me did I watch Pratibha. I said her boobs were bigger for her size and I got a glimpse of her naked boobs while bending.

I came on top of her she moved her legs wide open. I was positioning my dick on her hole. She asked if I wanted to fuck Pratibha. Imagine her as Pratibha. My cock got stiffened more and fucked her imagining as Pratibha. I kissed her and moaned Pratibha.

I asked her if she is imagining Vishal. She said, “Cheee,” and moaned after a few seconds. She moaned out Vishal. This is the first time we are having a roleplay. We fucked our imaginations and my wife was very shy after having a lovely roleplay sex.

We were about to leave for our place. I went to the toilet found some inner garments hanging, definitely not my wife’s. I went back to bed and told her about it. She went in, wore it and asked if I would like to fuck her again. I pulled her to the tub and had another session of steamy sex.

We left for our hometown that evening. We spoke about the fun we had and giggled. It had spiced up our sex life. After that, we were concentrating on our jobs. In the weekend the girls were again on the phone. I asked her what is it about.

They said they are planning for my birthday. We were again planning to meet on my birthday at our place. The girls were doing extensive shopping and makeovers. The day arrived.

We invited them we had a chat and played cards. We had a good dinner. My wife had made some special dishes. It was about 12, so we decided to cut the cake in our garden. We played by putting cream on each other’s face.

I asked my gift from the girls they said to wait it is a surprise. Vishal had moved the sofa, put lights in dim mode and nice songs. Two chairs and a stand fan on the side. It seems he was aware of the plan. Now the girls came out in white tops and red satin skirt till the knees.

Walking in heels, push up bras projecting their lovely asset. Swaying their asses. They had the boldness but they were blushing. Now girls started performing. Prathiba came first wished happy birthday stood near the fan with her hand on head and hips.

I was ogling at her sexy boobs hidden behind the push-up bra. Now Deepti came to show her assets. Posing the same as Pratibha and Vishal were ogling at her now. They turned around did some sexy ass swaying movements. They danced uniformly, removing the bottom buttons of their white tops.

They danced as if lifting their gown up showing more of their thighs. Wow, it was creamy white and I started to get a hardon. They sat on the chair by the sides, exposing their shapely asses covered with white satin panty. Both the girls made seductive facial expressions.

They opened all the buttons of the white tops. Standing in front of us with red bra and skirt but the white shirt is not removed completely and still covers the back. The girls helped each other by removing the bra and threw the bra to their husbands.

But we exchanged our wife’s bra and we smelled it. Our wives blushed. They buttoned their shirts but the top three buttons are still open. We saw the breast is almost exposed and their thick big nipples sticking out of their white shirt

We clapped for them and I said the girls are bold. He said Deepti is like a model. I told Pratibha too, and he blushed. The girls had removed all the buttons and walked holding their tops. Next, they crawled with their breasts hidden between the clothes. The area between the boobs and umbilicus were exposed.

Our jaws dropped as they walked sideways. I showed Vishal Pratibha,s awesome boobs, and exposed nipples when she walked sideways. Vishal showed my wife’s big umbilicus and thick nipples. We whistled and cheered for more.

Our wives stood showing their ass towards us. We asked for more. They looked at each other and now the girls removed their tops completely. They covered their boobs with the hands and we could see them blushing.

They were very shy and hesitant to face us. They said the show is over and they decided to run into the nearby room to change their dress. We begged them to continue. I said we will never get a chance to admire them.

We convinced them that I and Vishal are both enjoying. Vishal said he is already aroused and pointed his tent. The girls agreed with shyness and they turned towards us. But still covering their boobs with hands and folded arms.

They were doing slow movements. Our wives asked us if we are really ok with nudity and something more than that. We voiced yes for that and convinced them, saying we are not cheating each other.

The girls agreed and slowly started removing their hands away from their breasts. Then stood still. I exclaimed, “Wow what a view!”  I was totally lost on Pratibha’s big set of boobs with small brownish areola and thick short nipple.

Vishal was salivating and moaned while describing Deepti’s beauty. He said, “My wife has bell-shaped boobs and big areola, adding the beauty with big nipples,” and said he would love to suck and press if allowed. The girl’s nipples are getting erect seems they are getting aroused.

Deepti and Pratibha discussed something among themselves in a whisper when they ordered us to remove all our clothes except our briefs. They walked towards us exposing the lovely boobs and just wearing a red skirt. They stood in front of their husband and said, “Love you, guys,” and they said they will treat us equally.

But the birthday boy gets the first surprise and asked us to be patient and enjoy the fun. Now they switched their place. They kneeled in front of us. Smiling and blushing started to rub our chest. Vishal looked at my wife’s boobs so closely his hands were ready to fondle but Deepti told him not to be in a hurry.

To be continued.

I was spending a lot of time alone with my Sowmyakka.

She replied, “Putta these last seven days or so has made me realize so much about myself. I have seen you ever since you were a kid. I always wanted to get to know you better. But you avoided me. Today, you speak so much better than me. You are so matured. You are so manly and so decent. You know how to treat a woman.”

This embarrassed me and I apologized to her.

She got up and came to sit beside me. She smiled lovingly and pulled me to her. My head was resting on her ample bosom. For a moment I forgot the world around me and felt like a child once again. I hugged her and snuggled in.

She drew me tighter into herself. She comforted me with soothing words which I couldn’t make out. She thought I am feeling guilty for avoiding her in my teen days, but I had an entirely different reason to snuggle in. I felt nice for thinking sexually about Sowmyakka who had been so concerned about my wellbeing.

After about ten minutes I regained my composure and became conscious. It is then that I realized that I am resting on those huge mounds of my new-found passion. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t help my arousal. My right cheek was resting just below her shoulder, from where flesh begins to rise gently.

I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of her enormous cleavage. Her nightie was pulled down a bit and the top of her breasts was exposed more than what the neck of the garment usually allowed. I was in a trance, my right arm was around her back. I wrapped my left around the front of her, which took its course through the top and brushed her nipples.

I held her right shoulder and let my arm loosely hang over her breasts. I was completely taken over by the intense desire, pushing sanity and virtues behind. I was about to put my lips on her cleavage. But she suddenly but gently pushed me upright and said, “OK Putta lets get done with the dinner.”

This brought the evening to an end. She went to bed and instantly started snoring. Confused though I was but by now the good Putta was overpowered by the bad Putta and I resorted to masturbating thinking of her. I kept playing with my dick imagining her dripping wet and completely naked in the bathroom.

When I realized I cannot hold back anymore, I got up to visit the bathroom and unload. As I got up, I threw a casual glance towards Sowmyakka. What I saw made my boner harder. There she was lying on her right, and her nightie was hiked all the way up to where those mammoth thighs were ending into her big rounded hip.

Her entire leg was open to my eyes with round white butt. I realized that it was warm due to the weather around this time of the year. I stood transfixed.  Slowly my hand found my dick and I started to stroke it there itself looking at my Sowmyakka’s nudity.

I didn’t realize how close I was to the bed until I started to spurt. When satiated I became worried about my proximity to the bed. I was wondering if my sperms landed on her. The thought gave me an erotic feeling of having my sperms on Sowmyakka’s body and at the same time got me a little worried.

My desire of running my hand on her thighs made me overlook the risk. While I was thinking what to do, I felt a strange aroma. The fragrance of a woman’s vagina is not new to me but this was an intense musk with a hint of raw pungency. I think she uses some sort of scent on her pubic region to kill the odor of sweat and slime.

By now I was completely overtaken by the desire to copulate with Sowmyakka. Strangely I was not feeling guilty. I looked upon her as a heavenly being with whom I yearned to engage in sex with purity. The contradiction between social norms, relationships and desire to achieve the essence of pure love, but with a feeling which I could never ever describe.

I saw her lying straight with her left leg completely exposed up to the top of her thighs. Her breasts were mountains of flesh gracefully parked to their sides. It was a sight to behold. I stood there soaking up the beauty and after a while decided to go to bed.

I woke up in the morning and saw Sowmyakka giving final touches to her saree. She was looking radiant in a green cotton saree with an orange border. My eyes instantly went to her breasts hidden beneath the folds. Their shape could be seen well outlined in her blouse.

Never before I had such minutely observed her bust. But now that I was doing that, I could see that she takes good care of her assets. Her breasts were upright and tightly encased, giving them an erotic rounded appearance. I sighed and started to get into my house.

As usual, I left to work and that day seemed so long. The thoughts of Sowmyakka were running in my head over time. And time seemed to stand still. I was waiting for the clock to strike 6. I left the office and reached home at about 7 pm.

When I reached home, I saw Sowmyakka waiting for me. On seeing me she went in and came out with a tumbler of freshly brewed coffee. She was seemingly radiant and bright. We started our usual banter and time just flew. it was past 8 PM and both, me and Sowmyakka, were at the end of our wits.

After taking a shower I sought her permission to leave the room for a while. She smiled and said ok but do not get drunk. I promised I wouldn’t and left. I went to my room and had a couple of pegs of my regular, which I needed to clear my head. After a few drinks, I was mulling over what to do about my desire to have intercourse with Sowmyakka.

Even though everything went as I had dreamt but I did not have a clue as to how I shall approach the subject. Thinking and making the plans and so on, I ended up with one more drink than I had planned. I took the last one and resigned from making plans as none seem to be even remotely realistic and happening.

I reached room to find Sowmyakka lazing on the sofa watching TV. She was wearing a sleeveless nightie today that was drawn up to the level of her knees, this was totally unusual. A mix of alcohol and her skin got me extremely hot and bothered.

She offered me some snacks and sat down on the couch across the bed. She was busy watching TV and I kept soaking in her beauty. The doorbell rang and I got up to open. She jumped off the bed went straight to the kitchen. It was the cable guy and after he left, I told her to come out.

Then it dawned on me why she did not want anyone to see her. The nightie she was wearing was reaching just a few inches below her knee but had a wide round neck with sleeveless shoulders. Since she was still wearing a bra she was showing an ample cleavage. It wasn’t exposed by any standards but for her standards of living, it surely wasn’t modest.

After we had our dinner she told me that she would like to spend the night at my house itself. I agreed and went in to have a bath and change into the comfortable Bermudas for bed. Coming into the room I noticed that she had taken off her bra and was stuffing it under the pillow.

As I crossed in front I looked into her dress and was greeted with a heavenly view of her hanging breasts. I could see deep inside through her neck up till the flab on her belly. In a few minutes, I guess I slept.

I was woken out from my sleep when Sowmyakka said, “Putta, do you have some painkillers, my entire body is hurting.”  I fished out Ibuprofen and along with it gave her some warm water and asked, “Akka would you like to have tea?”

She refused. I brewed one for myself and sat on the bed sipping it. Her eyes did not convey a painful look. Instead, they gave me a look of sleeping like a loser. I could sense it as I sipped my tea.

After about ten minutes she asked, “Putta can you massage my back and legs, it is hurting, I cannot sleep?” I could see a plan. Fortunately, it seemed to be hers now.

It didn’t matter who was planning it, as long as I got what I wanted.

Hello, this is Rohit. This is my first story that I’m posting here. I’m working for a software firm and my job needs a lot of travel.

This took place when I was new to Bangalore. I and one of my friends got a job in Bangalore (in a different organization) from the campus placements.

Let me tell you about my friend. She has dusky skin. She is around 5 feet tall and has curves at the right places, 32D boobs, which anyone would notice.

When she moved to Bangalore, she was given a hotel for the first one week. She needed help to shift her luggage to a new apartment where she was going to live with her female friend. I went to her hotel room.

We were meeting after two months. I hugged her as a friend, then I realized later she was turned on by that. That moment was left there.

Her apartment was around 20 km away from my place. We were just friends. We used to meet on weekends, along with other friends. We used to chat almost every day (although she had a boyfriend in Mumbai). She is kind of a bubbly girl.

During our chats, we shared our thoughts about sexual fantasy. I told her I find her attractive. Then our conversation about sex began. We used to do sexting. I used to ask her to do self-pleasure.

I used to tell her on the phone that how I would make foreplay with her. That used to make her wet, and she used to masturbate using that. I had told her that, I masturbate by thinking about her. She was seduced because of this.

This went on for 2-3 weeks. As she had a boyfriend, she was not interested to get physical with me. But she was not able to control her emotions.

One thing leads to another. Then one day we decided to meet at her place. She just wanted to have a foreplay session, no sex. She had a rented place.

The owner used to live on the ground floor, so it was difficult for me to visit her at her place. I had to pretend that I’m going to her neighbor’s place.

Even then we took the risk, on one of the weekdays we planned to do just foreplay at her place. I took a day off from work. She left her office around 2 pm telling that she is not feeling well.

I reached her place at 3. She had already reached. I asked her to keep her door open. I went to her area, entered her building and went straight to her apartment.

I saw her, there was lust in her eyes. She was physical, hungry. I hugged her, kissed her everywhere like there is no tomorrow. She removed my shirt and started kissing me on the chest.

She liked my broad shoulders, she said, she wanted to do this from the day I hugged her when she came to Bangalore. She removed my pants and then underwear. Started licking me everywhere.

She licked my balls, kissed the tip of my tool, which was hard as a rock because of her beauty. Then, I removed her clothes, we were naked in front of each other kissing each other. I licked her nipples.

Applied some honey on it, licked it. Her nipples were hard, erect. Kissed her belly. I was constantly rubbing my fingers on her back, was getting goosebumps because of that. She was all lost in that moment.

I kissed her neck, earlobes. She was moaning. The slowly I went down her body. I touched the tip of her vagina, it was all wet, she was smelling good. I started fingering her. She was out of control, moaning,

I kept kissing her while fingering. This went on for 10 minutes. Her facial expression was telling me, how much she needed that. Her legs were stretched, her body was not at all stable and at last, she got her orgasm.

She was laughing for 5 minutes because of full body orgasm. I looked at her, kissed her. She really liked that, her boyfriend never did anything to get her full body orgasm. If a woman doesn’t get pleasure from sex, they will try to avoid it. Now I was hungry, she was ready.

Then, she begged me to put my penis inside, I kept teasing her. She begged. Then, I wore a condom and then asked her to get into the missionary position. She obeyed me, spread her legs.

I kept touching her nipples, kissing her all over the body. I inserted inside her in the missionary position. As she had an orgasm, it went smooth. I kept kissing her. She told me that, my tool is wider and longer than her boyfriend.

I went deep inside her, got the G spot. She was happy, satisfied. I stroked slowly, in the beginning, to make her comfortable. She was enjoying every to and fro motion of the body.

I slowly increased the speed and kept kissing her nipples while doing this. She was again, out of control, begging me not to stop. She was moaning, loudly, I had to keep my hand on her mouth to maintain the silence.

I increased the speed. With every stroke, she was all into me. Looking into my eyes. I kissed her on her lips, them my tongue did the job. She was turned by the simultaneous action of kissing and sex.

Then after some time, we both cum together. I hugged her. Kissed her again. We both were satisfied. We wanted to do this for the last one month or so, but we were not sure about it.

We cleaned our self. We cuddled each other and without even realizing we were friends with benefits. We cared about each other.

We had several such sessions after that. I made sure that she gets an orgasm in each of that session. We were never in love. It worked out very well.

Now, she has married her boyfriend. We still talk sometimes. If we get a chance, we might do it again, without damaging her relationship with her husband.

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