Author: admin

Narrated by Rahul

Hi dosto, main Rahul, pichle baar ke mere episode mein aaplogo ne padha ki kaise mera hi khel mujhpar hawi ho gaya. aisa hawi hua ke mere hosh hi udh gaye. Main Kavita aunty ke sath khel khelne ki soch raha tha. Par anth mein maa aur aunty dono ne milkar meri game baja di.

Yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki sab sach mein ho gaya. Maa aur aunty milkar mere lund ko tel laga ke malish ki aur fir mujhe jhadwa diye. Par maa ke bare mein to pata tha mujhe lekin aunty ki baat ab tak samajh nahi aayi thi. Kya woh sachme apne mann se woh ki thi ya sirf unki mamta thi.

Maa aur aunty ke living room se jaane ke baad main apna lund dhone maa ke kamre mein chala gaya. Kyu ki mere kamre ko Bharti lock karke gayi hui thi. Maa ke kamre mein gaya to maa washroom mein hi thi. Andar ghus kar dekha to woh apne hath dho rahi thi.

Mujhe peeche dekh maa muskurati hui boli: Kya hua ab bhi dard khatm nahi hui tumhari?

Main sharmata hua khada raha. Ye bata bhi nahi sakta tha unhe ki main aunty ke sath khel khel raha tha aur sab naatak tha.

Main: Nahi woh main dhone ke liye aaya tha.

Maa hath dhokar palat kar boli: Dhone ki zarurat nahi hai, tel se malish ki haina, kuch der rahne do.

Fir maa mujhe poochi: Waise kahi tum naatak to nahi kar rahe the na?

Main: Nahi, sachme lagi thi.

Maa mere paas aayi aur teekhi nazro ke sath mujhe dekh boli: Mujhe aisa kuch to lag raha hai ki tum kuch chupa rahe ho mujhse.

Main unse nazar na milate hue wash basin ke paas gaya aur hath dhota hua bola: Aap kya kah rahi ho, main ab bhala kyu kuch chupaunga aapse?

Maa mere kandhe par hath rakh boli: Jab Kavita tumhare usko sahla rahi thi to aisa nahi lag raha tha mujhe ki woh pahli baar kar rahi ho. Naahi tumhe dekh aisa laga ki kuch naya hua ho tumhare sath.

Woh mujhe teekhe nazar se dekh rahi thi mano unhe poora yakeen ho ki aisa hi kuch hai. Mere paseene chootne lage, pata nahi chala ki ab kahna kya tha, shayad main pakda chuka tha. Maa meri aankho mein hi dekhe ja rahi thi.

Mere dimag mein kuch aa nahi raha tha. Tabhi laakh shukra ho bhagwaan ka ki Kavita aunty room ka darwaza khol andar aane lagi. Unki aahat sunn maa mujhse thodi door ho gayi.

Washroom ke darwaze se Kavita aunty jhaank kar poochi: Tum dono kya kar rahe ho andar?

Maa: Haath dho rahi thi, ye to bas aise hi aaya, kyu kya hua?

Kavita aunty boli: Khana taiyaar hai, bhook lage to bata dena.

Maa: Are waah, chalo tum main aati hun.

Fir Kavita aunty mere taraf dekh boli: Ab kaisa lag raha hai, dard kam hua?

Main hakbakate hue bola: Haan… haan kam ho gaya.

Maa hatho pe hath baandhti hui boli: Kaise na ho itni achchi maalish jo mill gaya ise.

Kavita aunty muskurayi aur boli: Achcha theek hai, main jaati hun. Khana lagana ho to bata dena.

Main kosne laga aunty ko ki naa jaye warna maa firse apne sawaal karne shuru kar degi. Fir sochkar maine turant kaha: Rukiye aunty, main bhi aata hun.

Maa jaan gayi ki main unse bhaag raha hun. Woh turant mere t-shirt ki coller pakad boli: Tum ruko yahi. Bhaag kaha rahe ho?

Main: Me… mera kaam ho gaya.

Aunty boli: Kya hua, ye kaha bhaag raha hai?

Maa: Are nahi kahi nahi. Kuch khaas nahi.

Kavita aunty: Achcha, theek hai main kitchen mein hun.

Main sochne laga ki main kya bura phasa, firse maa apne sawaal karegi aur main kya jawaab doon unko. Aunty ke jaate hi maa darwaza band kar di.

Maa mujhe firse teekhi nazro se dekhi aur fir achanak se hass padi aur boli: Hahaha! Ghabra gaye? Main to bass tumhari taang kheech rahi thi. Aaj kal bade nathkhat jo ho gaye ho.
Main muskurane ka shakal banane laga. Kya pata ye bhi maa ki koi chaal ho mujhse sach ugalwane ki.Woh mere kareeb akar boli: Waise aaj issi haadse ke bahane tum mere saath mere kamre mein hi sona, theek hai na.

Main: Haan, haan ok, jaisa aap kaho. Pa…par aunty ka kya hoga?

Maa thodi second soch kar boli: Hmmm, woh tab dekh lenge. Jo bhi ho kal raat ke tarah sofe par utni kam jagah par to nahi karna hoga kuch.

Main ab dheere dheere kush hone laga, par pata nahi maa ke mann mein tha kya. Maa muskurati hui mere short par mere lund ko hatho se thap thapa kar boli: Waise ye theek to ho jayega na raat tak?

Main bhi muskurata hua bola: Aap jab bhi kaho mom ye har waqt ready rahega.

Maa boli: Chalo ab chalte hai. Kahi Kavita dubara hume khojkar naa ajaye, agar woh hamari baate sun li na to bawaal ho jayega.

Main darwaza khol kar jaldi se washroom se nikalne laga. Ab bhi mujhe maa par thoda shak tha. Isse pahle ki woh dubara pooche filhaal waha se nikalna hi theek tha. Tabhi maa mujhe peeche se boli: Aur suno.

Main palat kar maa ko dekha to woh boli: Main poochna bhool gayi. Kal raat tumne… you know.

Main: Kya? Bolona mom.

Maa dheere se boli: tumne mujhe waha kiya to… maza aaya tha ki nahi?

Meri saari tension door ho gayi aur main muskurata hua bola: Bohut, sach mein bohut maza aaya. Aapke jaane ke baad woh sochkar maine ek aur baar maze bhi liye.

Maa hass padi aur fir boli: Aaj bhi karenge aur bed par achche se karenge ok.

Unki baat sun mera lund par harkat hone laga aur main bola: Oh yes mom, aaj bohut zada der karenge.

Maa mere sar par hath pherti hui boli: Haan haan zada der bhi aur ek se zyada baar bhi par abhi chalo nikalte hai idhar se.

Maa mere samne se chalne lagi. Unki baate aur unki chaal dekh mujhse raha nahi gaya. Main unhe unke peeche se gale laga liya.

Maa: Are Rahul, kya kar rahe ho?

Main: Kya karu mom, kash aunty na hoti.

Main apna ek hath unki gown ke upar se sahlata hua neeche choot ke upar le gaya. Isse pahle ki main kuch bolta maine dhyan diya ki maa ne gown ke andar panty nahi pehni thi.

Main: No inners?

Maa: Hahaha! Nahi, kyu?

Main: Abhi se taiyaari raat ki?

Mom aankh maarti hui boli: Haan shayad.

Main apne hath se unki jaangho ke beech choot ki rekha par gown ke upar se sahlate hue bola: Abhi thodi trial karle kya?

Maa meri ungliyo ka maza leti hui boli: Mmmm… mann to hai par Kavita ka kya. Pata nahi kab aa jaye.

Main: Darwaza band kar lete haina. Mujhse to sabra nahi ho raha mom.

Maa mere hath ko apni choot ke upar se hata kar boli: Abhi ruko. Khana kha kar kuch sochte hai.

Fir main maa ke sath bahar nikal kar living room mein ja baitha. Waha Kavita aunty bhi baithi hui thi aur hume dekh boli: Agar kisi ko bhook lage to bata dena.

Maa: Haan, par Bharti kidhar hai?

Kavita aunty: Woh apne class ke liye gayi hai. Boli thi lunch tak aa jayegi.

Maa: Phone karke poochlona zara.

Main sochne laga, us musibat ko kyu bulana ab, waise galti to meri hi thi. Bekaar mein apna phaltu dimaag lagakar use yaha bula liya. Ye sochkar ki uske sath kuch baat banegi. Par kambakt mujhe kya pata tha ki usse pahle shayad uski maa se meri baat banne wali thi.

Jo bhi ho ab maa ke samne aunty ke bare mein to mujhe bhoolna hi tha. Ek to maa ko shak hote hote bacha. Isi liye ab bach kar hi khelna tha mujhe. Aunty apna phone lene ke liye maa ke kamre mein gayi. Main aunty ko jate hue peeche se dekh raha tha.

Achanak se maa mere kaan ke paas aakar boli: Aise kya ghoor ke dekh rahe ho?

Main chaok utha aur bola: Woh… woh dekh raha tha ki woh gayi ya nahi.

Maa shak bhari nazro se dubara mujhe dekhne lagi aur boli: Mmmm… kyu?

Maa kuch aage bole isse pahle hi maine socha ki unhe chup karwana sahi rahega. Main aage bada aur unki honto se hont milakar choomne lag gaya. Woh pahle roki par fir mere sath milkar hamare kiss ko aage badhayi.

Kareeb 5 second ke kiss ke baad darwaze ki awaaz se hum dono ruk gaye aur seedhe hokar baith gaye. Aunty wapas akar phone lagane lagi. Main aur maa kabhi kabhi ek dusre ko dekh muskurate mano chori pakde jane se bache ho.

Kavita aunty: Hello! Kidhar ho?

Aunty shayad Bharti se baat karne lagi. Itne mein maa uthi aur kitchen ko chali gayi. Aunty Bharti se baat karne mein lagi hui thi to main bhi uth kar kitchen ko chala gaya. Waha maa counter ke taraf mud kar kuch kar rahi thi. Main dheere se unke peeche gaya aur unki gand par hath sahla diya.

Woh achanak se darri aur boli: Uff, dara diye, kya hua… mummy ke bina mann nahi lag raha kya?

Main apne hath se unki gown par unki mulayam gand ke akaar ko gol karta hua.

Main bola: Hmmm… kash aunty nahi hoti.

Maa: Hmmm… chalo achcha hi hai.

Main unki gand par cheeti kaat bola: Kyu? Ahchca kaise hai?

Maa: Auch! Achcha hai warna tum to mujhse hamesha chipke rahte.

Main unhe peeche se apni baah mein liya aur kaan mein bola: Chipka nahi mom, apke gand mein ghusa rahta.

Woh sar ghumakar mujhe dekh boli: Apni mom se aise baat karoge ab tum?

Mere hath unki boob par rakh gown ke upar se sahlata hua bola: Offo mom, ab aap meri girlfriend hona.

Maa apne ek hath se mere hath ko apne boob se hatati hui boli: Aise mat karo abhi, Kavita aa gayi to.

Tabhi peeche se Kavita aunty boli: Woh abhi nahi aa rahi…

Woh ruk gayi to hum palat kar dekhe. Woh hume dekh bolna band kar di thi. Main waise hi maa se peeche se lipta hua tha. Par main ab unke samne achanak se hat jata to shayad unhe kuch galat hone ka ehsaas hota. Isiliye main waise hi lipta raha.

Kavita aunty: Maa bete mein bada pyaar dikh raha hai aaj to.

Maa hasti hui boli: Hahaha! Nahi nahi, ye to aise hi karta rahata hai.

Kavita aunty: Hmmm… achcha, Bharti boli ki woh sham ko hi aayegi. Woh class ke baad Divya ke yaha gayi hai, uski friend hai.

Maa: To hum khana khale?

Kavita aunty: Haan agar Rahul tumhe chor de to hum khana kha sakte hai, hahaha!

Maa bhi hasne lagi to main maa ko chor hat ke thoda peeche khada ho gaya. Itne mein aunty maa ke paas akar khadi ho gay. Main undono ko peeche se dekh raha tha.

Aunty maa ke peet par hath pherti hui boli: Chal tu hat main kar deti hun sab.

Ye kah kar aunty maa ke gown ko sahlati hui boli: Ye kaha se liya tha tumne, achcha kapda hai.

Maa: Haan kal time nahi thi sham ko warna tujhe woh showroom bhi le jaati jaha se ye li thi.

Aunty apna hath maa ke gown par sahlati hui neeche unke kamar par gayi aur boli: Achcha hai lekin iska kapda… are tum…

Aunty mere waha rahte hue bhi maa ki gand par gown ke upar hath pherti hui aage boli: Tumne andar kuch nahi pehna, hahaha.

Mujhe ek pal ke liye yakeen nahi hua ki aunty ne waisa hi kaha jo maine suna.

Maa hasti hui boli: Hahaha, main ghar pe normaly nahi pehanti.

Main sochne laga ki mujhe laga nahi aunty ne sachme wahi poocha. Aunty maa ki gand par halke se marti hui boli: Naughty hai tu badi.

Aur itna kah kar aunty ne apne haatho se maa ki gand ko halke se daba di. Ye ho kya raha tha, aunty janti hai ki main peeche hi khada hun fir bhi.

Maa firse hasti hui boli: Hahaha achcha jaise ki tune pehni hai. Aur mujhe kah rahi hai, badi aayi.

Aunty hasti hui palat kar mujhe dekhi aur fir boli: Hahaha, zara ise dekh kaise dekh raha hai.

Maa bhi palat kar mujhe dekh boli: Hahaha, ab hum agar aise baate karenge to ye to aise hi dekhegana.

Maa fir mujhe dekh boli: Rahul jakar dining table par plate lagao, warna tum hamari bohut baate sunoge aise.

Main sharmahat ke sath muskurata hua bola: Chalegana, main kaonsa koi paraya hun.

Kavita aunty: Achcha to matlab tumhare samne humlog saari sharm bhool jaye kya?

Main: Offo, jaise ki meri koi sharam bachi ab.

Maa aur aunty jaan gayi maine kiss bare mein bola. To maa boli: Haan na Rahul ki to sab kuch dikh gaya hume, hahaha.

Woh dono mere upar hass rahi thi par unki baato se mujhe sharmsaar kam aur maza zyada aane laga.

Main: Haan ab bacha hi kya, ab to main mano nanga bhi rah sakta hun aap dono ke samne.

Kavita aunty: Hahaha, nahi baba tum waise mat karna.

Maa: Hahaha, haan, Bharti ke saamne to bilkul bhi nahi.

Main: Are main to aap dono ki baat kar raha hun.

Maa: Theek hai theek hai, abhi tum jao aur plate lagao.

Main waha se nikla aur jakar dining mein plate laga liya. Fir maa aur aunty khana laayi aur hum theeno khane ke liye baithe. Kuch der ke liye kafi shanti thi aur hum teeno khana khane mein lage hue the.

Pata nahi chal raha tha ki baat kya kare, ye dono bhi kuch bol nahi rahe the. Main in baato ko soch pani ki glass uthayi aur fir jaankar glass apne god mein gira di.

Main apne neeche god mein dekh bola: Are yaar…

Maa: Kya kar rahe ho? Ek glass nahi pakad sakte kya?

Kavita aunty: Achcha hua neeche gira ke thode nahi warna mujhe kaam de dete.

Maa: Poora pani gira diye khudpe?

Maa uth kar mere taraf akar dekhi to mere poore short par pani tha.

Maa: Bewakoof ladka, ruko aati hun.

Maa uthakar gayi aur hath dho kar apne kamre se towel le aayi aur mere samne akar boli: Utho.

Maa apne hath se meri short ki button kholi aur sare aam aunty ke samne meri short kheech kar neeche kar di.

Maa: Chalo pair nikalo.

Waise ye to meri chaal hi thi in dono ke samne firse nanga hone ka. Kyu ki agar main apna sharm hataun tabhi ye dono bhi apni hatayenge. Main short ke andar se pair nikalte hue aunty ko dekha.

Woh mujhe dekh muskurati hui boli: Aaj lagta hai aise hi rahoge tum hahaha.

Maa short lekar alag rakhi aur fir mere lund par towel ragadti hui boli: Abhi ke liye ye towel se dhaklo baad mein dusri short pehan lena khane ke baad.

Main kuch bolta isse pehle hi aunty boli: dusri hogi tabna, iske kapde iske room mein hai aur Bharti lock karke gayi hai.

Maa mujhe dekhi aur maine haami mein sar hilaya to maa boli: Tab to aaj jab tak woh nahi laotegi tum aise hi raho.

Main: Hmmm wahi karna padega aur waise bhi ab mujhe koi sharm nahi aa rahi aaplogo ke samne.

Iske baad woh wapas baithi aur hum sab khana khane lage. Yaken nahi ho raha tha ki mera chaal sahi gaya. Aur ab undono ke samne apne lund ko towel se dhak kar baitha tha.
Maa khana khati hui boli: Khana khakar woh short ko meri balcony mein daal dena, dhoop hai udhar, sookhne pe pehan lena.

Main haan mein saar hilaya to aunty boli: Kya zarurat hai hahaha, woh to aise hi zyada khush dikh raha hai.

Maa hasne lagi aur boli: Nahi nahi, thand lag gayi to.

Main: Nahi, uthni thand nahi lag rahi, room heater ka temperature thoda bada dunga baad mein.

Aunty maa ko dekh hasne lagi aur boli: Dekha, woh bhi chahta hai ki woh aise hi rahe.

Maa: Hahaha, sahi mein. Par jo bhi ho Bharti ke aane se pahle kuch pehan lena bas.

Aunty: Haan sahi mein. Main nahi chahti uske samne tum aise raho. Agar woh na hoti to baat alag thi.

Maa aur aunty pata nahi kyu ab itni khulkar baat kar rahi thi. Kahi maa mujhse saach ugalwane ka koi khel to nahi khel rahi thi jisme main aur aunty phase ja rahe the?

Maa: Haan agar woh nahi hoti to main bhi aise gown mein nahi rahti.

Meri nazar achanak se maa par gayi sath hi aunty bhi unhe dekh boli: To kya pehanti?

Maa mujhe dekh muskurati hui boli: Are matlab kuch aur badiya pehanti.

Kavita aunty: Oh jo kal tumne mujhe di woh?

Main ek tak maa aur aunty ko dekhne laga ki ye kal kiss waqt ki baat kar rahi hai.

Maa turant mujhe dekhi aur boli: Aa woh…

Fir woh aunty ko nazar se kuch ishara ki aur boli: Haan woh waisa hi, par tumne pehna nahi na.

Fir maa mujhe dekh boli: Ise kall raat sone ke liye nighty dikhayi thi usi ki baat kar rahi hai.

Maa ne aankho se aunty ko aisa ishara kyu kiya? Kuch to tha jo maa aur aunty ke beech thi jo woh mujhe nahi batana chahti thi. Par kal raat to maa mere saath thi.

Kavita aunty: Haan haan, par naah woh utni choti sab main nahi pehanne wali.

Maa: Hahaha, main to pehan leti hun kabhi kabhi jab ghar mein akeli ho.

Kavita aunty: Haan woh to maine dekh hi li kaise us waqt tu towel pehan ke aa gayi sabke samne.

Maa: Offo, kon sabke samne tu hi to thi aur tum to aurat hi ho aur rahi baat Rahul ki uske samne kya sharmana, mera beta hai woh.

Maa uar aunty ki baate sun neeche towel ke andar mere lund mein harkat hone laga.

Kavita aunty: Haan haan tumhara bass chale to tum bina kapdo ke bhi ghumogi iske samne.

Maa: Nahi nahi, utni bhi nahi hun main hahaha, par haan Rahul ke samne choti wali nighty sab pehanti hi hun. Ruk aaj sham pehanke dikhati hun.

Kavita aunty: Jo chahe kar tu tera hi ghar hai.

Towel ke andar mera lund dubara jaagne laga aur dheere dheere towel ke kapde ko uthate hue ubhaar banane laga. Sahi maoka tha aunty ko bhi kahne ke liye ki woh bhi sham ko maa ko takkar deti hui kuch mast sa nighty pehne.

Par maa ke samne kahna bhi nahi chahta tha, jaisa ke maine kaha agar kahi ye maa ki koi chaal hui to, ye soch main chup raha.

Tabhi maa ne apna khana khatm ki aur boli: Chal main uth rahi hun. Tum dono khao araam se.

Maa kitchen chali gayi aur fir ek minute baad kitchen se apne room gayi.

Maoka ab sahi dekh maine aunty se kaha: Aunty, waise mom ki nighty aap bhi try karona. Aap kaonse mom se kam khubsurat lagogi.

Meri baat par aunty muskurayi aur boli: Nahi nahi, main woh sab pehnungi to achchi nahi lagungi.

Main: Aapne pehna hai kya kabhi?

Kavita aunty: Mmm… nahi. Pehanna bhi nahi mujhe.

Main: To jab tak aap pehnoge nahi to aapko kaise pata chalega ki aap usme achi lagogi ya nahi.

Aunty uthi aur boli: Bas bas tumna subah ke tarah firse waqalat shuru kar doge ab, main to chali.

Woh kitchen ko chali gayi. Main jaise hi utha towel mere god se neeche gir gayi aur samne ko mera lund apne aadhe akaar mein jhulne laga. Main pahle maa ke kamre ki taraf dekha to unke kamre se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. To waise hi lund jhulata hua kitchen ko chala gaya.

Aunty apni plate dho rahi thi, main peeche se bola: Aunty meri plate bhi dho dhona.

Kavita aunty: Haan do.

Aunty mere hath se plate leti hui chup chupati nazar se mere lund ko dekh boli: Lagta hai tumhe aise hi rahne mein zyada maza aa raha hai.

Main wahi khada raha. Itne mein woh plate dhokar boli: Aao hath dholo.

Main sink ke paas gaya aur hath dhone laga. Woh mere baaye taraf khadi thi. Achanak se woh hath neeche le gayi aur seedhe mere lund ko hatho mein lekar boli: Dard to nahi haina ab bhi?

Us ek pal mein jab unhone khudse mere lund ko apne hatho mein liya to mano mujhe ek jhatke mein jannat mil gaya. Mera lund halke jhatke de gaya. Woh mere lund ko dheere dheere apni ungliyo ke gole mein andar bahar sahlati hui boli: Sorry, aur thank you ki tumne bataya nahi Sarika ko.

Main unhe dekh apne dhule hue hath firse dhota raha. Nahi chahta tha ki woh mere lund ko chore. Woh bhi waise hi hilati hui boli: Agar dard ho to batana achche se sahla dungi.

Main: Dard to hai par maa dekhli to?

Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi: Kya ho raha hai, aur tumhari towel kidhar hai.

Aunty turant hath hatali lekin maa ne dekh li, main muda aur mere tane hue lund ko dekh maa boli: Hmmm, kya kar rahe the tumlog? Firse iska dard shuru ho gaya kya?

Maa mere paas aayi aur mere lund ko aunty ke samne hath mein leke boli: Ekdam se tum besharam ho gaye ho towel kyu nahi lapete?

Main: Woh main jab utha to towel neeche gir gayi hath pe khana laga hua tha to uthaya nahi.

Maa mere lund ke chamde ko pura upar dhakelti hui boli: Achcha, dono hath mein khana laga hua tha kya?

Kavita aunty: Are haan, tumne mujhse bhi yahi kaha, mere dhyan mein nahi aayi, tumhari baayi hath to saaf thina?

Maa lund ke chamde ko samne ko kheech boli: Kavita, baat ye hai ki Rahul ko nanga rahna zyada pasand hai, hahaha!

Kavita aunty: Hahaha, haan, akhir beta kiska hai, hahaha!

Maa muskurati hui apne dusre hath se aunty ki gand par halke se maar boli: Hat, kya matlab, main kab iske tarah aise rahi.

Kavita aunty: Hahaha! Mazaak kar rahi thi.

Maa mere lund se hath hatakar mujhse boli: Chalo jao ab hath saaf haina, jakar towel pehano aur apna short leke balcony mein dalo, jao… nangu pangu ladka.

Woh dono khadi hasne lagi. Main towel pehna aur short lekar balcony mein gaya. Waha dhoop mein apne shorts taang kar kamre mein aaya. To maa aur aunty kamre mein aayi. Maa angdaayi leti hui boli: Thodi der so leti hun.

Kavita aunty: Haan, mujhe bhi thoda araam karna tha.

Main: Haan aaplogo ko kitna achcha hai, par meri naseeb mein to sofa hai.

Kavita aunty: Are nahi Rahul tum bed par solo. Main bahar sofe pe thodi der araam kar lungi. Kal puri raat tum sofe par hi soyena.

Main mann hi mann khush hua ki sahi hai. Mujhe maa ke sath akele hone ka maoka milega.

Par achanak se maa boli: Are nahi, bed mein kafi jagah hai teeno ke liye. Tu araam se yahi laet jao.

Main mann hi mann kosne laga ki maa kar kya rahi hai. Itna achcha maoka mill raha hai maa aur mujhe ek sath akele ek kamre mein aur woh hai ki.

Kavita aunty: Theek hai. Par mujhe nahi laetna kone mein.

Maa ab mujhe dekhne lagi aur boli: Hmmm theek hai tu beech mein laetja.

Main muthi kasta hua hath se nikalte maoke ko khone ke gusse ke sath bed ke ek kone mein towel nikal kar rajaayi ke andar ghuss gaya.

Fir aunty bed par aayi aur fir maa. Ham teeno ab rajaayi ke andar the. Maa ek kone mein, main ek kone mein aur hamare beech Kavita aunty.

Maa: Bharti kab aayegi boli?

Kavita aunty: Yahi sham ko kuch 4-5 baje tak.

Maa: Hmm tab theek hai araam se 3-4 ghante araam kar sakte hai tab tak.

Mann mein gussa lekar muh pher kar laet gaya par aane wale do dhaayi ghante kitne mazedaar hone wale the. Ye mujhe pata nahi tha.

To be continued….

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Vanakam friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana 19 vayathu pennai usar seithu aval veetil yarum ilatha pozhuthu oothen. Vaarungal eppadi oothen enbathai intha tamil kama kathaiyil solgiren.

En peyar Prakash, vayathu 24 aagugirathu. En veethiyil puthithaaga oru kudumbam kudi vanthu irukiraargal, avargal veetirku naan oru naal sendru irunthen.

Appozhthu oru azhaga pen kathavai thiranthu vanthu ena vendum endru ketal? Aval azhagil naan mayangi poi viten. Velaiyaaga kerala pen pola sexiyaaga irunthaal, aval mulai udambirku adakamaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu. Aanal idupu sirithaaga irunthathu, naan amma intha palagarathai ungalidam koduthu vitu vara solinaargal endru sonen.

Athai aval vangum pozhthum kuda en kangalai paarthu konde irunthaal, avalai paarthaal oliyaaga thaan irunthaal. Aanal aval sex seivathai thanga matal endru thaan thondriyathu, en endraal pothuvaaga oliyaaga irukum pengal athigam ookum pozhuthu athigam thanga matargal endru oru nenapu vaithu irunthen.

Aval athai vangi kondu thirumbi aval backai kanbithu kondu sendraal, aanal naan antha nimidathil thaan aval meethu athiga aasai vaithen. (paaaaaaaaaa ena soothu da avaluku) aval soothai paarkum pozhuthu munbe oothu irupaal endru thaan thondriyathu. Naan avalai parkum pozhuthu kangalai paarthu rasithu konde irunthaal.

Pothuvaaga pengal aangalin kangalai athiga neram paarka matargal, miga sexiyaaga aval paarvai en meethu kavanithu irunthathu. Aval soothu vatamaaga miya khalifa soothu pola irunthathu, aval idupu oliyaaga irukum aanal soothum mulaiyum perithaaga pazhuthu irukum. Ival siriya pen enbathaal mulai sirithaaga thaan irunthathu aanal soothu perithaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu.

Intha vayathil ippadi oru sootha endru paarthen, enaku pengal soothu endral migavum pidikum. Naan pengal nadanthu selum pozhuthu avargalin soothai thaan athigamaaga paarpen. Athai paarkum pozhuthu enaku avargalai ooka vendum endra aasai varum. Avalai paartha naalil irunthu enaku aval meethu niraiya aasai vara aarambithathu.

Aval veedu pakam adikadi sela aarambithen, aanal avalai parkave mudiya villai. Oru naal kalaiyil 8 maniku thungi ezhuthu en veetin veliye nindru kondu irunthen, appozhuthu antha pen bag mati kondu ennai side kanaal paarthu vitu nadanthu sendraal. Naan udane aval entha kalluriyil padikiraan enbathai therinthu kola vega vegamaaga bike eduthu kondu aval bus pine sendren.

15 km thali irukum bus stopil aval iranginaal naanum sexiyaaga aval pine sendru avalai sight adithen. Muthal naal aval ennai paarka villai, thinamum aval kalluriku sela aarambithen. Appadi angu irukum pozhuthu pathumai ennai paarthaal, naan avalai paarthu lesaga sirithen. Muthal naal ennai paarthu muraithu vitu sendru vital.

Veedai crose seiyum pozhuthum avalai paarpen pinbu vegamaaga avalai kallurikum sendru paarpen. Pathumaiku naan avalai pin thodarugiren enbathu therinthu vitathu, thinamum sendru parkum pozhuthu oru naal kaiyai asaithu sirithen. Aval muthalil en arugil vara thayanginaal pinbu vanthu ena ingu irukareergal endru ketal?

Illai enaku piditha pen ingu thaan padikiraal avalai thaan paarka vanthu irukiren endru solinen, aval yar atha pen ethavathu uthavi venduma endru ketal? Enaku un mobile number kodu endru keten? Aval muthalil thayanginaal, illai en idam en appa number thaan irukirathu. Neengal ungal number en idam kodungal naan call seigiren endral.

Naan udane en number koduthen, aval naan indru iravu ungaluku call seigiren endru soli vitu aval soothai kanbithu sendraal. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aval soothu azhagai paarthu rasithu konde irukalam endru thondrum. Avalavu azhagaga irunthathu, aval nirathirkum soothirkum imagine pani paarkum pozhuthu moodu earum.

Aduthu eppozhuthu call varum endru kathu kondu irunthen, aanal call varave illai sariyaaga iravu 11 maniku vanthathu. Naan appozhuthu urangi kondu irunthen, aval idam irunthu call varathu endru ninaithu paduthu urangi viten. Aanal thungiya piragu thaan call vanthathu, naan eduthu pesa aarambithen

Yar antha pen yarai neengal paarka vanthu irukeergal endru nakalaaga ketal? Naan endru irunthu pesugirai endru keten? Aval veetil anaivarum urangi kondu irukiraargal naan motai madiyil irunthu pesugiren endru solinaal. Naan paarka vantha pene nee thaan enaku unnai migavum pidithu irukirathu, unnai muthal murai paarkum pozhuthe naan mayangi viten.

Athanaal thaan naan thinamum unnai paarka un kalluriku vanthu seluven, i love you endru sonen. Aval sirithu neram amaithiyaaga irunthaal, ungaluku ennai pidithu irukirathu enbatharkaaga ennal ungalai love seiya mudiyaathu. En appa solum paiyanai thaan naan thirumanam seithu koluven, athanaal naam jollyaga pesi kolalam love seithu kolalam aanal ennal unnai thirumanam seithu kola mudiyathu endru solinaal.

Aval ippadi ellam pesuvaal endru kanavil kuda naan ninaika villai, sari naam love panalam endren. Iruvarum oru maatham nerukamaaga pesi pazhaginom, pinbu avale naan veetu gatetai thirakiren nee en veetu motai madiku vanthu vidugiraaya endru ketal? Naan etharku ippozhuthu vara solugirai endru naanum keten?

Unnai poi kupten paru cha vidu nee vara thevai ilai endral, enaku latetaaga thaan purinthathu aval etharku ennai vara solugiraal endru. Wait wait itho varugiren endru soli vegamaaga aval veetirku sendren. Veethiyil yarum illai gum irutaaga irunthathu, kathali veettu gatetai open seithu vaithu irunthaal.

Naan neraga aval veettu motai madiku sendren, kathali enakaaga katu kondu irunthaal. Aval arugil nindren, en kaiyai pidithaal appozhuthe en sunni viraika aarambithathu. Ithu thaan chance endru ninaithu avalai kati pidithen, soothil kai vaika eanginen. Ena aanalum paravaillai endru aval soothil kai vaithu pidithen.

Iru soothum perithaaga thukalaaga irunthathu, avalin iru mulaiyum en maarbil patathu. Kathali en kanathai pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu lip lock seithaal, iruvarum kati pidithu kondu kiss adithu konde irunthom. Aval ithazhai suvaikum pozhuthu suvaiyaaga irunthathu, mulai meethu kai vaithu thadavinen. Pinbu aval tshirtai kayatinen.

Ulle bra aniyamal mulai nirvaanamaga irunthathu, kaambil vaai vaithu suvaika aarambithen. Mulai sirithaaga than irunthathu, aval vayathirku mulai sirithaaga thaan irunthathu, sexiyaaga mulaiyai sapi vitu avalai doggy nilaiyil vaithu pantai kayatinen. Pantai kayatrum pozhuthu avalin sexiyaana soothu vatamaaga azhagaga therinthathu.

Athil oru mutham seithu pundaiyai naka aarambithen, nakum pozhuthu kathali haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmm endru munarinaal. Sexiyaaga mutham seithu naki vitu en sunniyai veliyil eduthu aval pundaiyil viten. Naan ulle sunni sela siramamaaga irukum endru ninaithen aanal siramamaaga illai sunnni azhagaga pundaikul sendrathu.

Sexiyaaga avalai paduka vaithu matter poda aarambithen, sunni pundaikul selum pozhuthu irukam poruthamaaga irunthathu. Siriya penaaga irunthaalum sexiyaaga en udan paduthu ooka aarambithaal, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa sexiyaaga irunthathu. Pinbu avalai doggy nilaiyil vaithu sunniyai irakinen.

Intha nilaiyil ookum pozhuthu innum irukam athigamaga kidaithathu, sunniyil vinthu varum sugam ear patathu. Naan udane sunniyai veliyil eduthu vitu aval pundaiyai naka aarambithen. Naka naka inbamaaga irunthathu, sexiyaaga naki konde irunthen. Aval moodu thangamal sunniyai pundaiyil vidu endru solinaal.

Naan mendum sunniyai pundaiyil vitu oothen, appozhuthu aval pundaiyil irunthyu soodaga vinthu vanthathu.

Aval pundaiyil vinthu vanthathum enakum moodaga irunthathu, sirithu neram thaan pundaiyil sunniyai viten appozhuthu en sunniyil vinthu aval soothu meethu vanthathu. Kanju varum pozhuthu sunniyai pundaiyil irunthu eduthu viten. Aduthu avalai en veetil vaithu ootha kathaiyai pagirugiren, nandri vanakam.

Hello readers. My name is Komal Asha. I am a dark-skinned thin body twenty-five years old woman working at a resort in Goa. My body type is not very interesting. My boyfriend often taunts me for having small breasts. Hearing this description, you might not be interested in knowing more about me.

That’s okay. You are not the first to show disinterest in me. Anyway, I am not here to talk about myself. Today I want to tell you about a strange thing, couple swapping, that happened at our resort.

Birds Paradise is a beautiful four-star resort built on a privately owned beach in north Goa. Although we cater to all kinds of rich folk, our main target customers are young couples. The resort is designed to make this place less family-friendly.

Whenever someone calls us to book a room, we heavily discourage them from bringing their under-aged children along. That’s because we guarantee privacy to our customers who wish to stay in our resort scantily dressed.

Although Indians don’t do it, you might see many foreign women walking topless in our resort. I am not saying that ‘you’ specifically be able to see them.

Our highly skilled security team does not allow any customer inside without a recommendation letter from our pre-existing customers. That’s why you won’t find any advertisement about our resort on social media.

The reason I am allowed in this resort is that I work here. I have been for the last two years. Believe me when I say this, working here has not been easy. We have to tolerate a lot of things. There are no security cameras in our resort. Since we provide full privacy, our customers do a lot of shameless things freely.

You’ll find people kissing, touching each other inappropriately, and a lot of sexual censor-free talk. As a matter of fact, the moment they lower their inhibitions with an alcoholic welcome drink, they start dressing down at the reception itself.

We have to actually stop them as total nudity is not allowed in common spaces. We have rooms, private pools, and closed restaurant sections for couples to get naked and do nasty stuff to each other. It took me six months to adjust to this workplace. Many friends of mine quit this job after what they saw.

On their way out, they had to sign NDAs (Non-Disclosure Agreement) so that they don’t talk about what happens in the resort outside. If they violate this contract, they will be heavily fined and possibly even put in jail.

While most of the security at our resort is muscular men, all the rest of the attendants are strictly female. After all, the owner does not want to see waiters serving food with a constant erection in their pants.

I hope you get the feel of all the weird things that happen here normally. After two years of work experience, I am nearly de-sensitized to these shameless acts. Having said this, the story I am going to tell you today is weirder. It bothered me so much that I had to write it down. So let’s begin.

This story is what happened during our offseason. It is that time of the year when there are little to no customers in our resort. The result is that most of the hotel staff are laid off with half-pay vacation. I got my paid vacation in my first year, but this year I had to stay.

It was monsoon time, and our resort was literally empty. We didn’t have much work to do except for basic cleaning. Our customers rarely showed up, mostly during the weekends. They were usually our regular customers who have rooms booked every year on these specific dates.

Life was pretty boring during this time. All my friends were gone on their vacation. Also, we are not allowed to carry a mobile phone during work hours. I was mostly tasked to stay at the reception counter.

One afternoon I was polishing the room keys, just the gold plated number badges, and hanging them back to their respective hooks. That’s when a young couple arrived. I was busy with my back facing towards them. Suddenly I heard sounds of heavy breathing.

I turned to find the couple engaged in an intimate lip-lock at the counter. Both of them had their eyes shut while their lips were hugging. Their tongues were entangled as they continued to kiss. I was disgusted at first, but this is what we are trained for. I started looking around, picking up details about this couple.

Based on what I observed, this was a handsome young couple. They are newlywed based on the fresh mehendi on the woman’s hand. Both were wearing matching loose yellow T-shirts and brown shorts. They had a big suitcase hinting that they had come to stay for a week.

There was an airport security sticker on the bag with their names Tarun and Reema Raina on it. They seemed decently rich but not as wealthy as most of our customers. After making a few more random observations, I started losing my patience as the couple was still kissing.

The man slowly started squeezing her butt. So accidentally, on purpose, I dropped a bunch of keys to snap them back to reality. The woman felt embarrassed, seeing me straight at them while the man had a wide grin on his face.

“Yes, sir… madam… how can I help you?” I asked politely.

“Yes… Um… we want a room here,” said Tarun, the husband.

“Honeymoon Suite,” Reema whispered, the wife.

“Yes, a honeymoon suite, please. How much will that be?” Tarun asked.

This initiated a long conversation. After hearing our five-figure charge for the royal honeymoon suite, he asked for something cheaper. The man tried to use his full bargaining power. Still, I did not reduce the price. Even during the off-season, we have strict instructions to keep the price fixed.

At times I felt as if the wife was trying to seduce me by pouting her lips and deepening her cleavage. Unfortunately for her, I am neither a guy nor a lesbian. After a lot of back and forth, they settled on the cheapest room available at our hotel.

“That’ll be Rs 9499 for one night,” I said.

Hearing the amount made him sweat as he took out the wallet to pay with his card. Once we were done with the payment as a formality, I asked for the letter.

“What letter?” the man asked.

“The recommendation letter,” I said.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

The couple seemed clueless about this policy of our resort.

“Sir, you have to have a recommendation letter from one of our pre-existing customers to be allowed to stay here.”

“What! this is wrong. I just paid for a room, and now you are saying I need some sort of freaking letter. What the frack!” he cursed.

I tried to calmly explain the policy to the couple. But both of them were freaking out. It seemed that all the sexual arousal they had initially had suddenly vanished.

“Tell me where I can find a customer to get a letter!” he shouted at the top of his voice.

“Here.”

We heard the voice of a middle-aged man. All of us turned to see Mr. Subir Thakur. He’s our regular customer. Fair as white skin, slightly obese, larger than life personality, and a generous tipper.

The reason I remember his name is because he was one of the first customers I attended. Learning that it was my first week at work, he tipped an amount twice the price of the drink I served him.

“I’ll write this cute couple a letter,” said Subir sir with a charming smile. Hearing this, the couple started thanking him. Tarun grabbed sir’s hand and started kissing it. Meanwhile, sir had locked eyes with his young wife. This was strange, but I saw Reema blush looking at Subir sir.

I waited for their greeting to be over and then greeted him myself. “Hello, Subir sir. So nice to see you again.”

“Oh, you remember my name.”

“Of course, sir, how can I forget? Is Menka madam with you?”

Menka Thakur is Subir sir’s wife. As charming and rich Subir sir is, his wife Menka is a busty bombshell way out of his league. A dusky beauty with whitish eyes, brown hair, and a huge double DD rack. If deep down somewhere, I ever desire to become a lesbian, then that is because of Menka ma’am.

As usual, before I saw her, I could smell the fragrance of her strong, distinct perfume. Quickly I closed my eyes to sniff Menka’s sweet scent. Seeing me react this way, Subir sir didn’t feel the need to answer my question. The rest of their checking in process was a blur.

I was simply enchanted by Menka’s immortal goddess-like beauty. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a lesbian. It’s just Menka’s looks. She does look like a woman in her late forties, and yet she is hot as hell. The rest of the day went as normal.

Both the couple checked into their respective rooms and went their way. Since the resort was nearly empty, I could easily track where both the couple were. As I observed them from far, both the couples mostly kept their distance from each other.

They occasionally exchanged greetings when their paths crossed and then walked their way.

I was personally assigned to take care of all their needs. Rather I volunteered for that job. The next morning I carried the cart full of breakfast to Subir sir’s room. Just out of curiosity, before knocking, I placed my ear on the door, trying to hear what they were doing inside.

“Jackpot!” It felt as if I had won a lottery. I could hear Menka Ma’am and Subir sir having sex inside. I tried looking through the keyhole, but I saw nothing. Unfortunately, keyholes don’t work that way anymore. Instead, I continued to hear them.

Even now, I distinctly remember their every moan, grunt, scream, and how sir, in the end, said, “Oh frack! Here comes my spam!”

It was only after they were back to their normal breathing pattern I knocked on the door. Still, I had to wait. I did not complain. I simply closed my eyes and imagined what all positioned they did in.

Subir sir laying flat on the bed while Menka rode his cock. With every bounce her bubble butt took, I could see her moan louder while pulling her hair or lifting her tit to lick her own nipple.

“Komal.” spoke a female voice. I screamed as if I saw a ghost. It was Menka ma’am. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, deep neck, and totally backless, looking pretty as ever at that moment.

The fabric was tight, neatly clinging to her fit body that highlighted all her beautiful curves. The shocking part was that she was soaking wet, as if she just returned from the pool.

I was lost, confused. The only words that came out of my mouth were “Ma’am…breakfast.”

She smiled and then took control of the cart from me. On my way out, I kept on wondering, “If sir’s wife was in the pool, then who was having sex with him?”

I knew that it couldn’t be any of the female staff. As kind as he is to all of us, clearly, he has standards as to what kind of women he sleeps with. This meant that the only woman left was… Reema? I was still confused.

This other customer at our resort Reema Raina. “How can it possibly be her?” She just got married and seemed passionately in love when she kissed her husband at the counter.

The day went on. Next, I saw Reema was during lunch with her husband. They were doing this cheesy thing all newly married couples do. They were eating from one plate.

They shared everything and spoon-fed each other. They even shared their drink. For this very reason, our resort orders Y shaped straws in bulk. They seemed happy sharing the meal.

The restaurant seating area was mostly empty, with a few outside customers were there just for lunch. When the young couple was halfway through their meal, Mr. and Mrs. Thakur entered. I was hoping to get some hint as to what happened in the bedroom.

Strangely the elder couple simply walked past the young one and sat in the other corner of the restaurant. They were busy chatting with each other. For the rest of the lunch, the two couples did not interact.

Usually, I will forget this sort of thing as I have a hundred other jobs to do at the resort. But I didn’t. I couldn’t come up with any justifiable reason why Mr. Thakur would cheat on his ideal wife.

Later that evening, I was watering our plants by the beach.  We have a gardener for this sort of thing, but I get a lot of free time during the off-season.

While I was doing my job, I saw my lesbian crush Mrs. Menka Thakur walking on the beach barefoot. She was wearing a nice white-pink flowery top and jeans shorts. Her silky, wavy brown hair was neatly resting on her right shoulder as she peacefully walked on the windy beach.

I was enchanted by her beauty. As the sun was slowly setting, the sun’s orange light was making her fair flawless skin glow. With every step she took in the soft sand, my eyes followed her beautiful thighs.

Menka maintains her body very well, which is totally in contrast to how I keep myself. She looks so amazing that I could just look at her do nothing for hours.

Again I need to stress the point that I am not a lesbian. Menka is like a mother to me, a hot sexy mother. Oh sorry! I might be making things worse. Let’s just continue with the story. While I was admiring her beauty, unknowingly, I was drowning the plants with water.

“I think you should stop watering that plant,” said someone.

I turned to see Tarun, the young husband. He smiled at me while turning off the tap. I was embarrassed and scared that he might complain to my superior. But he did no such thing. He smiled at me, said, “Don’t worry, this happens with everyone.”

He then walked away, but instead of returning to his room, Tarun ran to the beach and started walking with Menka. He gave her a cream bottle that he apparently was gone to fetch. It’s strange how normally they were conversing with each other despite being strangers.

I didn’t hear what they were talking about, but I tried to interpret it based on their body language. At one point, Tarun smiled and took some cream from the bottle on his fingers and then gently placed his hand on her lower back. I was stunned to see how casually he was rubbing it.

His fingers were weirdly close to her butt-crack. After rubbing there for a while, his hand started moving up. Unfortunately for him, her top was in the way. Here I need to tell you the flowery top Menka was wearing was nearly backless except for a dozen tied strings to keep the top in place.

They exchanged a few words, and then suddenly he started untying those strings one by one. I felt so embarrassed that I looked to ensure that Mr. Thakur was not around. “What would he think if he sees his wife flirting with a man half of his age? He will be…”

I stopped talking to myself when I realized that Mr. Thakur is no saint. Earlier this morning, he was fucking another woman, and apparently, Mrs. Thakur is fine with it. I don’t know what’s worse – having sex with a stranger indoors or intimately flirting with a stranger outdoors.

With every passing minute, my curiosity was building. Tarun was down to untying the last string. “Once that becomes loose, she will be topless,” I spoke out of embarrassment. I felt as if this young man was undressing me.

Just before Menka’s blouse was about to fall off, she crossed her arms to keep the top in place. It was awkward for me to watch, yet they casually walked the shoreline. Tarun rubbed his hand from the base of Menka’s neck down to close to her slightly visible butt-crack.

Every time his hand went down there, Menka held her breath, hoping he would not go down any further. I could see from the distance that Tarun was having a difficult time holding back. Walking a step behind her while they continued with their conversation.

This young hormonal guy was staring at her big juicy butt. I’m pretty sure he was waiting for the right moment to slip his hand on her ass.

At one point, he did. Realizing what just happened, Menka pulled his hand out, shouting, “Okay! That’s enough.” This time I heard her. It was getting dark. So I am not sure. But in that millisecond when Menka moved her hand away from her breasts, I am sure I caught a glimpse of her brown erect nipple.

Okay, I’ll admit, at that moment, I had a naughty thought of latching onto her tit and suck until milk comes out. Seeing Menka come towards me, I quietly walked away from there as if I saw nothing. It was a close call, but I wasn’t done investigating.

To be continued.

The next part is already written and should be posted soon. If you still want to say something, you can email me at [email protected]. You can read my other story here as well.

A Recap of Part 1: Shimona and I have been married for 7 years, resulting in the seven-year itch, or decline in sexual interest. To refresh our sex life, I’d arranged a Toyboy sexual service for my glam doll wife. After fucking Shimona, the Toyboy left our hotel suite. Then the next part begins.

Hearing a knock on the door, I opened it cautiously. A handsome young guy was standing outside. He looked smart in a white blazer and black jeans. He introduced himself, saying, “Hi Sir, I’m Manik, from G agency.”

Jeet: Come in, please wait here.

Manik: Sure sir, thanks

I stepped into the bedroom and looked at Shimona. I was at a loss for words to explain.

Jeet: Baby, he’s is the real one, actually.

Shimona: I heard, now?

We looked at each other, realizing that the first guy Benoy, had come to the wrong room. We had mistaken him for our gigolo. He had scored my lovely wife, and we were left none the wiser. I noticed Shimona smiling quizzically.

She was amused and turned on because this new guy was ‘the actual gift’ I had arranged. Even I didn’t want to send him away after paying a hefty sum to his agency. Also, Shimona was excited to have a real stud.

She’d already seen him. And denying her pleasure would be like stealing candy from a kid. I didn’t have the heart to say no, so I asked her:

Jeet: Baby, it’s up to you. Fancy a massage?

Shimona: Shona, a full body massage, if he’s trained.

I went to the outside room and asked him:

Jeet: Can you do a professional massage?

Manik: Certainly, yes, sir, I’m fully trained in massage therapy. You can please step inside.

Jeet: service is for my wife, did they tell you?

Manik: I’m aware. It’s a Toyboy service. I can start with a full-body oil massage.

Jeet: ok, come inside, please.

Manik: Thank you. To share the basic etiquette, ‘No kissing, no biting, and no video recording. Service is for 2 hours.’ There was confusion with room numbers, so the start time is from now, 7:45 pm.

Turning to naked Shimona, he said, “Ma’am, you are looking great today. May I start your massage?”

Shimona: Yes, dear.

Manik: Please turn around and face down.

He rolled a towel, placed it under Shimona’s chin. Then he removed his shirt, revealing ripped muscles and 4 pack abs. He smelled like cheap deodorant but was otherwise clean and decent. His penis was getting bigger inside his jeans.

But I guessed even a dead man could get an erection for my pretty nude wife. There was a sparkle in Shimona’s eyes. She was smiling. Then she turned to me, enjoying a massage and a fuck from a stranger.

Shimona: Shona, you exchanged rooms, na?

Jeet: Ya, baby.

Shimona: Go to the first room and see. Maybe that Palki is sitting there.

Jeet: But jaan, are you fine here?

Shimona: Yaa, I’ll manage jaanu, you go na, try!

As I wore my shoes, Manik poured baby oil on Shimona’s buns. Massaging her lower back, he made small talk, “Ma’am, your haircut is so sexy.”  Shimona replied happily, “I got it this morning. Earlier, I had long hair up till here,” showing a point on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and relaxed with a deep “Umm.” He oiled her ass crack, with his middle finger hooked in her cunt. Manik was providing top class service to my beloved wife, so I left without hesitation.

I was standing in front of suite 710, skeptical of finding anyone. I knocked on the door. A hot milf in a red saree opened the door saying, “Bhalo? Benoy right, you’re late,” and leaned forward to hug me.

I hugged her slim body tightly, holding her bare torso with both hands. I buried my face in her neck, smelling her long hair. I then ran my fingers through its length from top to bottom, feeling up her soft ass too. She giggled, pushing me back gently, “Baba re! Hold your horses. Palki is inside.”

I had only experienced paid-sex before marriage and zero extramarital affairs after. Excited, I peeked inside. A young girl in a pink lehenga-choli, with long hair, was sitting with her feet on the bed, holding her knees with both hands. The first female in a red saree was talking to her.

“Your blind date is cute, a bit older than your friends suggested. Just let him handle everything. If you’re not up to it, tell him nicely. Di will be downstairs. Call her and come down at 9,” she said, holding the girl’s chin and kissed her cheek.

My heart started racing at the prospect of fucking someone’s blind date. I remembered that Benoy had already enjoyed it with my wife. So this would be payback. I stood looking at my phone. It was almost 8 pm. I had less than an hour to spend with this cute girl.

As the red saree milf was leaving, she paused, staring at the tent in my suit pants, not even doubting my intentions to bed Palki. The milf’s yummy body was attracting me like a magnet. I couldn’t resist. So I gave her another hug, with my erection poking her hip.

I was crushing her boobs in my chest, hands feeling up her hair from behind. I planted a quick kiss on her milky cheek. This time she didn’t push me away but protested vocally with a low “Ishh.” She stepped out with a request, “Be nice to Palki. She broke her engagement last week.”

I closed the door nodding my head. I saw the 20 something girl was drinking rum cola. I took the drink from her hand and sipped. It was a strong mix. She had been drinking already and was now on her second one. She was about 5’5”, fair and petite. I guessed her stats around 34-25- 36.

She had brown cat eyes, with a dimple on her right cheek. She was wearing a cute septum ring and long earrings. I noticed a sexy helix piercing on top of her right ear. She wore a sleeveless blouse to show off an armband tattoo on her left upper arm.

Both her hands and feet had henna designs, going up to her forearms and ankles, respectively. She was trying to hide her shyness by looking busy. So I sat on the bed, lifted her lehenga, putting her smooth legs on my thighs. I rubbed her milky calves to relax her.

I didn’t want her drunk before having sex. So I gently took away her drink, offering my mouth to kiss. She balanced her cigarette in the ashtray and wrapped her arms around me, kissing deeply with her arched bee-stung lips. My tongue discovered something in her mouth, a tongue stud.

I kissed even harder, trying to probe both sides of the stud, above and below. She laughed and hid her face in my chest. I realized she was probably not a Virgin but a little introverted. I took away the choli covering her head and licked her ears.

I was rubbing my cheeks on her silky side bangs when she surprised me. Palki got up and carefully peeled away the long hair from her head. It was a wig! Underneath was neck length short hair, flattened on her head. She ruffled her hair to fluff it back up into its original shape.

Her real hair was thick, shiny, and colored black with a cherry tint, the kind that can carry off short hairstyles very well. I snuggled into her neck and pulled her earlobe with my teeth, making her moan for the first time. The ice was broken. But she wasn’t warmed up yet, because she took another gulp of the rum.

I whispered in her ear, “Baby, let’s have a quickie.” She smiled and nodded. I lifted her lehenga, pulled down her skin-colored panty. I inserted two fingers in her tight pussy. She looked at me, begging with her eyes to be taken. I made her sit in my lap, inserting my cock without much foreplay.

She took a deep breath from shock and started riding slowly, like a cowgirl. With my cock still inside, I turned her in mid-air, throwing her into the bed. Taken by surprise again, she laughed for the first time, “Aaah, hah ha,” releasing the tension inside her.

I fucked her rapidly, holding her neck with one hand, putting my hand around her ass to finger her prostate. After some strokes, she wanted to swap places. I knew what she wanted, the ‘woman on top’ position for an early climax. I turned us both, laying on my back.

I was matching her fast beats with my thrusts from under. She bent down to kiss me in-between strokes. She was getting excited by the gentle slapping sounds of her sweaty ass, hitting my thighs. I talked dirty to excite her more, “Palki, my sweet bitch, little cunt, and you’re a slut, fuck me whore, take my cock into your pussy.”

I pinched her buttocks hard, twisting my hand. She gasped with unbound happiness with her mouth open. I rubbed her lips with my fingers letting her bite down on my thumb. In her ecstasy, she scratched my biceps with her nails.

My cum erupted (prematurely) inside her, like a hot spurt. It was triggering her to get an instant climax. Loosening my grip on her, I realized I had bit her neck. Finally, getting up from bed, she looked relieved, like a ton of burden was lifted off her chest.

She kissed me and went to light a cigarette. This pretty girl was a handful. She was amusing and proved difficult to hold in one place. She was at the mirror, happily checking out the hickey on her neck. Then she tried to fix her rounded bob cut, combing it to straighten it out.

But she wasn’t able to get it into shape. I noticed it looked rough, like a home haircut (people were still doing that because of Covid). Already tipsy, she mixed another rum cola and sat in my lap, giving me a sip. I took away the glass gently but firmly.

I couldn’t let the babe spoil her evening, not under my watch. I cajoled her into getting her hair fixed, “Baby, we should get this repaired, just relax ok.” I called the spa section, asking them to send a barber for private service. I then took out an eye mask from the hotel kit to blindfold her.

We did light foreplay while waiting; kissing her stomach, sucking on her toes, writing numbers on her back, and guessing. Her cute facial expressions said she was enjoying every bit of it. The barber came and set up a chair in the front room, with a large cloth on the floor, and pulled the center’s computer chair.

I asked him to reduce her sides and make the back v-shaped like a boy cut. The barber caped her. He started the dry scissor over comb haircut with a satisfying ‘khach-khach’ sound. I sat and watched Shimona’s earlier sex video on my phone.

The barber was talented, cutting around the ears and using thinning shears. Without taking off much length, he shaped Palki’s sides and neck with his straight razor. He showed her the result, a sexy modern Mohawk with 8-10 inches of bouncy long hair all around.

I fell heavily to her ears and neck, looking sexy with a lot of movement. Her pretty lips curled up into a shy smile. He quickly washed her head in the bathroom sink, careful not to mess her makeup, then used the hairdryer to set her hair.

Palki now had side parting, with a corn-row braid on the shorter side. I sent him off with a heavy tip. Palki admired herself in the mirror and turned around to hug me.

Palki: Thanks so much, Benoy.

Jeet: Ah, you’re my beauty queen.

She hugged me, and I started playing with her short bouncy hair. Its texture was completely different from Shimona’s soft natural curls. I got instantly aroused when Palki rubbed her silky head in my face. I opened her blouse from behind. It was time for raw passionate sex with this hot girl. I wanted her back naked in bed.

She bent on my cock, giving the best head ever. Her tongue stud made me shudder every time she licked under my shaft. She rubbed her head into my cock and balls. It made scrunching while rubbing on my skin. The spiky, sharp poking of her thick hair was somehow very satisfying.

My cock was rock solid in no time. Entering Palki directly, I started repeating the exact sequence of foreplay like the Toyboy had done. She kept calling me Benoy, a downer, having the exact opposite effect of calling my name.

I finished her in less than 20 minutes, myself unable to cum under pressure. I may have missed it. But Palki climaxed two more times and looked overall very happy with my performance.

I tried to boost her morale while leaving, “You look fab, sweetie, don’t need that now,” pointing to the wig. Palki smiled, dumping the wig unceremoniously into the dustbin.

After having sex, Palki looked stunning and radiated confidence. Especially with an after-sex glow that made her face light up. She hugged and kissed me constantly as we got dressed, crooning in her girly voice, “Binu, stay here. We’ll do it in the morning,” making her eyes bigger to emphasize.

Her phone rang, and I used that moment to make a quick getaway.

To be continued.

Hi all, finally, my seduction won against my beautiful teacher’s resistance.

I went home, filled with excitement. I called her at 8 pm, she didn’t respond. At 10:35 pm, I received a message from Sandhya ma’am. She sent the residential address asking me to drop in at 11 am on the next day.

I couldn’t sleep that night, the thought that I will lose my virginity to my Sandhya was making me hornier, and not letting me sleep. I masturbated that night for 20 minutes imagining me fucking her hard and slept off.

The next day morning, I went to her place located in Vijayanagar. I called her as soon as I reached the place. She said the door is open and asked me to get in.

I stepped in and found no one in the living room. I took my phone to call her again, by then she was standing in front of me. I could not take my eyes off her, she was in a dark blue saree with a sleeveless blouse on.

Me: Ma’am, You look so hot.
Sandhya Ma’am: Then, What are you waiting for?

Me: Your husband?
Ma’am: He has left for work and will be back by 3 PM.

I went to her and held her face with my hands and started to kiss her lips. I was out of control, I sucked her lower lips for 10 minutes. Soon I kissed all over her face and started to kiss her neck. My warm breath on her neck was making her get more and more excited.

I kissed her neck hard and licked it from the shoulder joint to her chin. She pulled me off when I was heading towards her cleavage and took me to the bedroom.

I hugged her from behind and moved my left hand towards her waist and caressed her navel hidden in her saree. I hugged her tight and started caressing her waist and navel.

I was enjoying her bare skin and pinched her waist. She moaned and tried to move away. I held her pallu and pulled it, the saree pallu was off her and immediately she covered her cleavage with her hands.

I took her hands off and was on cloud nine looking at her cleavage in the deep cut blouse. Without wasting a second, I dipped my face into her cleavage, I could smell the fragrance of the soap that she had used to take a bath.

I kissed, licked, and sucked her cleavage. I could sense my saliva dripping all over her cleavage, most of the portion of her blouse was wet due to my saliva.

I cupped her boobs over her blouse, shockingly I discovered that she has no bra underneath her blouse. I could feel her nipples while squeezing her boobs. I was out of my senses, I tried to tear her blouse off, but she controlled my excitement by pulling me up and sucking my lips.

I unhooked her blouse and freed the melons and held them in my hands and started to squeeze them. She started to moan, which further encouraged me to suck her tits. I sucked her nipples like a small baby craving for milk.

I removed my t-shirt and was down on my knees. I pulled her closer to me and hugged her by wrapping my hands around her waist. Soon my tongue was in her navel, licking, sucking her navel and waist area, I bit her waist, she couldn’t take the pleasure and she moaned.

I pulled the saree off her and untied her petticoat. She stopped me when I was about to pull her petticoat down. I looked into her eyes, she was feeling shy.

But the desire to see her naked didn’t let me think. I pulled her panty along with the petticoat down. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Sandhya ma’am, the most beautiful among all the teachers in my college was standing naked in front of me.

She couldn’t stay there for long, soon she ran towards the bed and pulled a blanket, and covered herself. I pushed her onto the bed and jumped on her, pulled the blanket off her, and hugged her.

We smooched for 10 minutes, as I touched her pussy while smooching her. She unhooked my trouser and undressed me. I pulled my cock out and guided it to her mouth. She sucked my cock like a lollipop.

I was seeing a horny Sandhya while she was playing with my cock. I was nearing climax and ejaculated on her face and boobs.

Sandhya ma’am: Why did you cum on my face? (She pinched me hard for not cautioning her before cumming).
Sandhya ma’am: Rishi, taste my pussy. I am feeling very horny. Suck my pussy.

She spread her legs wide to accommodate me comfortably. I went closer and was lost in the beauty hidden in her. I was observing her pussy for a while touching, caressing slowly.

Sandhya ma’am: Do you like it?

I never answered this question. Soon my tongue was all over her wet pussy. She started to moan, I continued to suck her hard, inserted my tongue into her vagina, as she held my head tight, and pressed my face against her pussy while I was sucking her hard.

I could sense some vibrations in her body while sucking her pussy. The room was filled with her moans. This continued for 15 minutes, soon she reached her orgasm and pushed me away. I kissed her thighs and caressed her thick skin.

I went to her and hugged her for a while and started kissing her cleavage. Then, she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it and within no time my cock became hard again.

Sandhya ma’am: Now, It’s time to have me. Fuck me as you did in your imagination.

She said, spreading her legs wide open for me. I went to her and guided my cock into her wet pussy. I was in heaven while entering the love hole. I could feel her warm inside and pushed my cock deep in with lots of excitement. I could feel my foreskin being moved down from my cock head. I was in her and started to stroke her slowly.

Sandhya ma’am: Rishi, you are doing great, fuck me at the same pace. Ahhahhhhhh (she moaned).

I locked her lips with mine and continued to fuck her for another 15 minutes. I was nearing climax, I told her the same.

Sandhya ma’am: Rishi discharge deep in me. Ahh ahh.

I pushed my cock deep in her and exploded my sperms. I was completely exhausted and slept on her for some time. Sometime later we got up and I washed my private parts and put my clothes on.

Sandhya ma’am: Rishi, you leave now, it is already 2 pm.
Me: Ma’am, can we have sex regularly until you become pregnant.

Sandhya ma’am: So, you liked me on the bed.
Me: I just love the way you enjoy sex, the way you moan makes me horny. I feel like fucking you again and again and again.

Sandhya ma’am: You can fuck me anytime, I am all yours. Now leave, my husband may come at any moment.
Me: Can we make it tomorrow? Let us not go to college tomorrow, I will bunk the classes and will come over here. Let us have sex.

Sandhya ma’am: (She got down from the bed) Rishi. You are so greedy, call me in the evening. We will plan.

I smooched her again and left the place.

This is one of my fantasies that never came true. I wish I could have helped her become pregnant. In reality, I never had enough guts in me to make a move.

This is my second story. The vocabulary in every upcoming episode will be improved. I would love to hear feedback from you. You can leave your feedback in [email protected]

Thank you once again.

Vanakam nanbargale, en peyar Vimala, vayathu 47 aagugirathu. En kanavan kalam aagi 10 varudam aagugirathu, ithu naal varai naan en kanavanai thavira veru entha aan udanum sex seithathu kidaiyathu.

Naan intha vayathilum paarka gumunu irupen, enaku iru magangal irukiraargal athil mutha magan velinaatil velai paarthu varugiraan. En ilaya magan matum thaan veetil thinamum en arugil paduthu urangugiraan. En iru magangalaiyum naan nandraaga valarthu irukiren, avargalai valarka niraiya kastap patu irukiren.

Enaku en ilaya magan endraal migavum pidikum, avan kurumbu kaaran siru vayathil irunthu avanai enaku migavum pidikum.

Naangal niraiya kari meengal thinuvom appadi thinum pozhuthu kama unarchi athigamaaga surakum. Athanaal naan adikadi viral poduven, veru aangaludan kaamam seithaal akam pakathil irupavargaluku therinthaal thapaga aagi vidum endru naan ithu vari veru entha aangalaiyum sex seithathu kidaiyathu.

Naan oru tamil teacher, palli manavargaluku paadam edukiren. Engal veetil oru kanini irukirathu athil naan niraiya kavithaigal padipen. Ippozhuthu palli muzhu aandu vidumurai vitu irukiraargal, naan athanaal veetil irunthen. En mutha magan velinaatirku sendru irunthaan, en ilaiya magan ippozhuthu thaan kalluriku selgiraan.

Avan vayathu 19 aagi irunthathu, paarka oliyaaga thaan irupaan aanal azhagaga irupaan. Naangal iruvarum veetil thanimaiyil irunthom, en maganum kanini use seiyuvaan. Eppozhuthu paarthaalum video game vilaiyaadi kondu irupaan. Ippozhuthu ellam iravil video game vilaiyaada aarambithaan, naan padukai araiyil irukum pozhuthu kerboard sound ethuvum ketkathu.

Aanal naan veliyil varum pozhuthu matum avan sathamaaga type seithu vilaiyaduvaan, ivan etharku ippadi ellam seigiraan enbathu enaku theriyathu. Naan avanai santhegap padavum illai, naan kalaiyil palliku sela vendum endru munbu ellam seikiram uragi viduven aanal ippozhuthu naan thunka konjam neram aagugirathu.

ennal intha vayathilum viral podamal iruka mudiya vilai, ippozhuthu ellam ilamaiyaana pasangalai paarthaal en kama unarvu athigarikirathu. En vayathu aagum aangalai paarthaal antha alavirku moodu eeruvathu illai aanal ilamaiyaana aangalai paarthaale sema moodu earugirathu. Avargalin sunniyai vaaiyil vaithu sappa aasaiyaaga irukirathu.

En kangal ilamaiyaana aangalai paarkum pozhuthu sunniyai noki selgirathu, ithu pondru naan sight adithu adithu en magan sunniyaiyum parka aarambithen. Avan valarnthu vitan, thinamum en kan mun thaan jati aniyuvaan. Jati udan avan sunniyai paarkum pozhuthu enaku avan meethu kama aasai vara aarambithathu.

En kangal avan sunniyai paarka aarambithathu, anal naan en sontha maganin sunniyaiye paarkirene endru manasu ketka villai. Aanal enal en kama unarvugalai control seiya mudiya villai, naan thinamum magan kulithu vitu varum pozhuthu avan sunniyai vaitha kangal edukamal paarka aarambithen.

En magan sunniyai en pundaiyil vitu oopathu pola ninaithu viral poda aarambithen.

En arugil avan paduthu urangum pozhuthu avan sunniyaiye parthu kondu irunthen, magan oru naal video game vilaiyadi kondu irunthaan. Dei time agirathu ena innum vilaiyadi kondu irukiraai endru keten? Avan naan ketum padukai araikul vara villai. 11 aanathu thidir endru current cut aagiyathu, en magan 11.30 aagiyum varamal irunthaan.

Naan avanai paduka solinen udane avan paduthu vitu uranginaan, kalaiyilum current vara villai. En magan kalluriku kilambi vitan, 12 maniku current vanthathu naan bour adikirathu endru kavithai padikalam ena ninaithu kaniniyai on seithen. Munbu ena seithu kondu irunthomo athu thaan muthalil varum.

En magan etho kavithai padithu vaithu irukiraan endru ninaithen, aanal athil thalaipil magan ammavai kaamam seithaan endru ezhuthi irunthathu. Athai paartha udaan naan pathari ponen, aanal antha pathatram sirithu neram thaan irunthathu. Antha kama kathaiyai padika manam eangiyathu, naan kathaiyai padika aarambithen.

Athil 24 vayathu aagum magan 55 vayathu aagum ammai sex seithathu pola kathai irunthathu.

Avan amma pundaiyil vaai vaithu nakuvathu pola ezhuthi irunthathu, naan en pavadaiyai thuki kuthiyil viral potu konde kama kathaiyai padika aarambithen. Antha kathai en manathil pathinthathu, pundiayil kanju vantha udan en magan intha kathaiyai padithu irukiran enbathu theriya vanthathu.

Niraiya murai avan en mulaiyai paarpathai naan kavanithu irukiren, naan paarkum pozhuthu thaliyai thirupi koluvaan.

En magan udan naan kama uravu vaithu kondal athu thavaraga poi vidume endru ninaithen. Aanal niraiya kudumbathil ithu pondru nadapathu sagajam thaan, athilum naan kanavan ilathaval en magan udan sex seithaal athil entha thavarum kidaiyathu.

Antha kathaiyil iruvarum miga kaamamaaga eppadi ellam seithu irunthaargal enbathai padithen athe pondru en magan udanum naan sex seiya aasai paten. Magan veetirku vanthaan, avanai kai kaal kazhuvi vitu vaa endru solinen. Mugam kazhivi vitu vanthaan, naan avanidam kathavai thapal potu vitu vaa endru solinen.

Avan athai seithaan, netru ena seithu kondu irunthaai endru keten? Avan naan ondrum seiya villai amma endran. Nee netru intha kathaiyai thaane padithu kondu irunthaai endru solinen. Pinbu avan amaithiyaaga amam amma naan intha kathaiyai thaan padithen. Nee ippozhuthu elam amma mulaiyai en paarkirai endru keten?

En magan athigam poi sola matan athanaal avan en meethu kama aasai irukirathu enbathai otrukondaan. Naan avanai sari amma idam vaa endru avanai kati anaithen, unaku en mulaiyai paarka venduma endru keten? Avan thayanginaan, nane en pudavaiyai kayati en mulaiyai jakit udan kanbithen.

Magan en mulaiyai paarkum pozhuthu avan sunni viraithathu.

En mulaiyai pidi endren, avan iru kaiyaal en iru periya mulaiyai pidithaan. Naan jakit kokiyai ondru ondraa kayati iru mulaiyai veliyil eduthu kanbithen. Avan iru mulaiyai paarkum pozhuthu apadiye urainthu poi vitan. Avan thalaiyai pidithu en mulaiyil vaithen, magan siru vayathil paal kudithathu pola sexiyaaga mulai kaambai sappinaan.

Iru mulai kaambilum vai vaithu sapinaan, enakum neenda naal piragu ippadi oru sugathai kanden. Pinbu avan sunnyil kai vaithu thadavinen, magan sunniyai kal sataiyai kayati sunniyai veliyil eduthen. Sunni veliyil vanthathum athai kaiyaal irukamaaga pidithen. Magan sunni 6” viraithu rose vana nirathil irunththu.

Antha sunniyai paarthu naakil echu oora vaaiyil vaithu suvaika aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaaa ilamaiyaana sunniyai suvaikum pozhuthu inbamaaga irunthathu. Sexiyaaga sunniyai vaaiyil vaithu sappi suvaithen, avan sunniyai muzhuvathum en vaaikul vizhingi oombinen.

Pinbu en pavadaiyai kayati nirvaanamaaga avan kan mun nindren, avanum aadaiyai kayati nirvaanamaaga en kan mun nindraan. Iruvarum kati pidithu kondom pinbu magan en pundaiyil vaai vaithu naka aarambithaan. Naan aval thalai mudiyil kai vaithu thadavi koduthen, pinbu nakiya piragu en pundaiyil sunniyai vitu sex seiya aarambithaan.

Amma pundaiyil magan ookum sugame thaniyaaga irunthathu, avan sunniyai padutha nilaiyil vida mudiya vilai amma endru solinaan. Naan udane doggy nilaiyil avanuku pundaiyai kanbithen, en pundaiyil sunniyai muzhuvathum iraki sexiyaaga ooka aarambithaan. Sirithu neram oothu kondu irukum pozhuthu en pundaiyil vinthu vanthathu.

Athu maganuku theriya vilai jollyaga oothu konde irunthaan appozhuthu avanukum moodu eeri en pundaiyil kanjai iraki ennai irukamaaga kati pidithu kondan. Ini naan viral podum avasiyam vara povathu illai en magan ennai oothu kanju vara vaipaan.

The story of swapping couples directly continues from part 1. So if you haven’t read that, then please read part 1 first. Also, both the parts are meant to be read together to enjoy this story the best.

Now the story continues.

It is possible that two stranger couples can meet and connect immediately. But this, for some reason, felt weird. This mystery intrigued me as I went into full Sherlock Holmes investigative mode.

Later that night, after my shift ended, I decided to sleep in the janitor’s room. It was on the same floor where both the couple had their rooms. It was late in the night. I was tired and sleepy. Still, something prevented me from falling asleep.

I strongly believed that these couples would swap wives yet again. If they do that, it will be proven that the woman inside Subir sir’s bedroom was indeed Reema, the newlywed. I saw this with my own eyes. Still, I couldn’t believe why someone would cheat on their spouse.

Maybe I don’t understand this because infidelity is not in my DNA. Perhaps that’s why I stayed loyal to my boyfriend even though we are not committed to each other.

Unfortunately for me, the corridor was silent. There was no commotion in the elder couple’s room. I could tell because the janitor’s room shared a wall with the room booked by Mr. and Mrs. Thakur. Maybe they were sleeping, but I was still curious about what the young horny couple was doing.

Carefully I stepped out, walked to their door, and gently placed my ear over it. I got instantly excited to know that they were awake and in a naughty mood.

“Come on, Reema, clean this floor quickly, and get out. I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, sir. I clean fast. Worry, don’t you. You sit,” spoke Reema in a lower class maid-like accent.

“Role-playing, kinky…” I said to myself. Normally I don’t vocalize such remarks, but all this investigation was surfacing the slut in me.

“Nosir. Don’t look me like that. My chest, don’t see,” said Reema.

I was impressed with the way Reema was talking. Being a daughter of a housemaid, I knew that Reema’s accent was spot-on. I could hear the swipe of her broom. She was literally sweeping the floor.

At one point, I heard her unlocking the door. Quickly I took cover. The door opened, and Reema swept the dust outside.

From where I was, I could see her top half. At that moment, she was naked except for a long mangalsutra hanging from her neck. In addition to that, I felt something odd about her appearance. Before I could see more, Tarun pushed his wife out in the corridor. Then getting out, he pinned her against a wall. She was completely naked, and he was too.

“Look how dirty you have become, Reema bai. Now I have to clean you too,” He said mischievously, licking her cheek. This was followed by another one of those passionate long-lasting tongue sucking kisses. Then he swiftly picked her up and ran to the end of the corridor.

“No, Saab, no. Please no,” she begged. He still carried her away. I followed their movement just to find that the naughty couple had gone to the beach for skinny dipping.

There was something strange about this couple that I wasn’t able to pinpoint. I watched them play in the water from a window. After some time, they came up. Seeing them return it hit me.

At that moment, Reema appeared darker than usual. It was not the dim lighting or a skin tan. Her complexion was literally a few shades darker than before.

The first time I saw her, she was wearing heavy make-up. Her hair was soaked in hair-oil, her legs were red as if she recently got them waxed. In addition to that, I didn’t hear her speak in full sentences until that night. All these hints were pointing me towards just one conclusion.

“Tarun got married to his housemaid?!”

This did not make any sense. Unrelated to that, the reason I stayed in the Janitor’s room was to see them swap wives. The truth is, no such thing happened. This investigation was a total waste of time. Eventually, I gave up and went for my routine work.

The next morning Mr. Thakur had booked an indoor pool for a couple of hours. As I mentioned before, we have these pools for couples to get naked in someplace other than their rooms. So, by rule one attendant has to stand outside the pool room to ensure that no one else enters.

Since I volunteered to take care of Mr. and Mrs. Thakur throughout their stay, I was the one to stand outside.

First came Menka looking smoking hot as ever. In contrast to that one piece black swimsuit I saw her in yesterday, today she was wearing a two-piece white bikini with a robe for decency. She was kind enough to let me help her take off the robe.

This meant that I was gifted with a beautiful view of her nearly naked body covered by a tight g-string bikini.

Once she was in the water, she looked at me and said, “Thank you.”

I said, “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” she repeated.

“Welcome,” I said.

This was followed by an awkward silence until I realized that this was her polite way of saying, “Get out!”

Embarrassed, I stepped outside and slowly pulled the door to close it. But before I could do that, I saw young Tarun stand in front of me.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, realizing that he startled me.

He was trying to quietly walk past me, but I wasn’t letting him in.

“Excuse me…” he spoke.

“This one is occupied,” I said.

“I know. Mrs.. Thakur, right?” he said, pointing at the door.

Realizing that Menka herself called her young loverboy to the pool, I dropped my resistance and let him in. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable again. I don’t know why I was feeling guilty about Menka’s actions.

If this guilt was not enough, I got scared seeing Subir sir approaching. I wanted to alert Menka about this new development. I just didn’t know how.

“Good morning, Komal,” he greeted.

Me: Good morning, sir.

Sir: Is Menka inside?

Me: Yes… I mean, no.

Sir: No?

Me: No. (I said with confidence)

Sir: She said she will be here. Where did she go?

Me: Maybe she went to the beach.

Sir: Beach?! Why the beach? I told her I’m booking the pool for just two hours. Maybe I should call her.

Me: No need. (After pretending to think.) I think I just saw madam return to the room.

Mr. Thakur was wondering what to do next while he had his phone in hand. After I convincingly said that she went to their room, he turned to walk away. But suddenly he got a call. Picking it up, he asked,

“Where are you?”

“I’m here. Come on in,” said Menka. I know it was Menka on the other side because she didn’t say this on the phone. Instead, she partially opened the door to call him in. From where I was standing, I could see her bareback.

This means she took off her clothes while she was inside. This also means that the other woman, Reema’s husband, Tarun, is naked too. Still, Menka was boldly calling her husband inside. I was very confused. All this was very new to me.

On his way in, Mr. Thakur looked at me.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see her return to the pool.” I quickly spoke the first thought that came to my mind.

In return, he smiled.

After this, I simply stood in shock while wondering what was happening inside. At one point, I saw Reema, Tarun’s wife approaching the pool. She was not wearing any make-up, which made her skin complexion as dark as mine. As a matter of fact, she was only as pretty as I am except that she has bigger breasts.

On top of that, she was wearing a night maxi! Can you believe it? A maxi that middle-class Indian women wear? She was wearing it in a four-star hotel!

If I was not sure last night, her appearance made it clear that Reema is indeed a housemaid. When she came asking, I didn’t even bother to say anything. I simply pointed her to go in. Following that, I stood there in silence for another half an hour.

At one point, Mr. Thakur rang the pool bell to call me in. I wish he hadn’t. When I stepped inside, the first thing I saw was that all four of them were naked. In one corner of the pool, Menka and Tarun were warmly embracing and fucking each other.

Their naked bodies were partially submerged in the pool. But the water was transparent enough for me to clearly see every bit of their body. They seemed to be in some trance as they didn’t realize that I walked in.

Meanwhile, outside the pool on a chair was Mr. Thakur sitting next to the bell button. The newlywed Reema was on her knees like a bitch, sucking his cock. Reema, too, didn’t bother to acknowledge my entry. She continued with her blowjob. Looking closely, I saw a lot of sticky cum spewed all over her bum.

“Yes, Komal. Come in.” Subir sir said politely, “I hope all this doesn’t offend you.”

I didn’t know what to say. My eyes were simply shifting from one naked body to the other. I was in shock, speechless, and frozen in my spot. The thing that hurt me the most was Menka’s betrayal. My lesbian crush having sex with someone else, and on top of that, she was ignoring me.

I didn’t hear much of what Mr. Thakur was saying but he said something like this, “I felt sad for you just standing outside. So if you want you can join us.”

Basically, he wanted another pussy to fuck after ruining that filthy maid’s loose cunt. Meanwhile, I was craving the warm embrace of Mrs. Menka Thakur. Seeing Menka being thrust by this young man made me feel warmth in my loins. Suddenly I felt the wetness between my legs that moisten my panty.

Subir sir noticed that. He called Menka to get her to look towards me. Menka turned around, and with all the kindness in her heart, she stretched her arms wide to call me in. For the first time, her soft DD pillows were out, open, and in front of my eyes in their full glory.

Unknowingly I felt this urge to step inside the pool, and so I started undressing. Menka was taking a step towards me, but then Tarun grabbed her butt and pulled her back. He then started fucking Menka from behind.

This was very new for me, being naked in front of other people. I was done stripping and about to take my first step inside the pool. I felt no shame as I could see my beautiful angel Menka in front of me, calling me.

That’s when Tarun started moaning as he was close to climax. Then at one point, he came while screaming, “Oh mommy!”

As a matter of fact, everybody in that room heard that, and possible people in the adjacent pool heard it too. I was about to dip my toe in the water but stopped with this horrifying thought.

“No, no, no, no… No! This can’t be true.” I was screaming in my head, “Tarun is not… Menka’s son?! Or is he?”

While this thought caused chaos in my mind I noticed facial similarities between Tarun and Menka. I also remembered the names on the bag. Reema’s last name was written as Raina. But there was no mention of Tarun’s last name. Tarun’s last name could very well be Tarun Thakur.

At this moment, the reality of the situation hit me hard. Being a loyal girlfriend, I was about to be a part of this adult party, committing adultery, homosexuality, orgy, and incest. All this because of one beautiful woman named Menka.

This was too must for me to decide then and there. So while I am naked and frozen at that moment on the edge of the pool, I think I will stop now and continue this story some other time. As far as this story’s authenticity goes, believe it or not. But just remember this ‘Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.’

To be cunt-i-nude.

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Recap from Part 2: The real gigolo came to our hotel room after the first guy enjoyed my wife and left. It was a case of mistaken identity. Then I went to our previously allotted room, 710, to see if a girl called Palki is there.

Since we had already paid for his services, my wife decided to get a sensual body rub from the gigolo. Meanwhile, Palki assumed I’m her blind date and fucked me twice.

Luckily my suite, 718, was on the same floor. So I disappeared after humping Palki before she could follow me outside. Walking silently into the bedroom, I noticed Shimona’s full body massage was almost over. The gigolo applied baby oil and started squeezing her supple breasts as if he was molding soft clay.

He teased her by pulling her tits lightly. She kept smiling with pleasure, with a hot towel covering her eyes. She jerked and giggled when he applied oil on her sensitive, shaved underarms. Her well-oiled body was shining like a porcelain figure, making her an object of desire.

But I stood back, content in watching her sultry expressions. Manik spoke to her in a cajoling voice, “Ma’am, can I finish with a happy ending, oral or full service?” She wasn’t paying much attention. So he continued, “you can touch and decide.” He took out his 6-inch cock and wrapped her soft fingers around it.

Shimona’s lips parted to say something, but she kept quiet. The gigolo had convinced her for a fuck. He made her sit on his thigh with one leg raised and squatting with her other leg.

He had his wrist under her hip, supporting her weight, rubbing her clit with gentle touches while dexterously fondling her boobs with his other hand. I knew what my pretty wife was thinking. She was fantasizing about Benoy with her eyes closed and her back turned to Manik.

He rolled a ribbed condom on his dick and positioned it a Shimona’s pussy entrance. With only one push, his entire shaft plunged into her cunt, like a hot knife going through butter. He started pumping while changing his strokes and grinding every few seconds.

It was like live porn to watch Shimona’s light body swing with every stroke. She was moaning loudly, “Aaah, mmm, Benoy! fuck me, press my boobs, baby, pull my hair, fuck!” Manik complied by holding her curly top hair and pulling on it.

Shimona arched her back and climaxed with a loud squeak. Manik took her to the bathtub and quickly applied liquid soap all over her body. Using a hand sprayer, he washed her from head to toe. She kept her eyes closed, only opening them after he’d washed her pussy and applied lotion on her legs.

Shimona came out wrapped in a towel and finger-combing her hair. Manik was already out of the door. Shimona got dressed, and we took the elevator down, our elbows locked, like a newly married couple. Exchanging notes with Shimona, I recounted my blind date experience.

Shimona: Jaanu, Palki is from our wedding party.

Jeet: Benoy was her blind date.

Shimona: He was ‘cho’ sweet, sorry jaanu, we won’t talk about it, ok.
Jeet: the paid boy had good moves too.

Shimona: don’t even try Shona. You’ll get a slip-disk. How was Palki?

Jeet: Sweet girl, I made her happy.

Shimona: My tiger baby! (pinching my cheek) no more girls, ok shonu.

We were back in the garden. It was a beautiful open-air wedding on a winter night. Shimona headed towards the dance floor, and I saw the red saree milf eying me. She looked stunning in the bright lights, and I found myself walking towards her.

The babe excused herself from someone and walked to the gazebo bar, glancing back to make sure I was following. The main dance floor was a bit farther, but some people were dancing behind a tower speaker, next to the gazebo. The milf asked for a Virgin pina colada.

“Make that two,” I said, resting my elbow on the leather padded counter. She gave a 100-watt smile. Showing her beautiful pearly whites, she held out her hand stylishly (for a touch and go handshake). Going by her comfortable 2-inch heels, she was probably as tall as my wife (5’7”).

Her oval face had a strong jawline, like a beauty pageant winner. “Premila, she announced in a classy accent. “Good to see you again,” I said, picking up her hand and kissing her long pinkish fingers. I continued to hold her hand as we started chatting.

She scanned around with her dramatic big black eyes, then spoke, “She was a friend’s niece. I don’t know her that much.”

She wanted to get Palki’s topic out of the way, so we could start fresh, like strangers. “I’m Jeet,” I said, liking her already, and caressed her waxed arm with my free hand.

Premila: Of course! You’re not Benoy. I could sense that.

Jeet: I’ve seen you somewhere.

Premila: Probably, I’ll give you a hint, ‘Television.’

Jeet: I hardly watch TV.

Premila: Ok, baba, you saw me in the shikakai shampoo ad. I was a model.

Jeet: Wow! Why did you quit?

Premila: I became a trophy wife (pretending to complain)

Her posture was like a saree store mannequin. Only a model could pull off the bikini-blouse she was wearing. It was a black and gold embroidered piece of cloth, sewn onto the black padded bra cups, with the adjustable straps intact (with telltale plastic buckles).

Basically, she was just wearing a bra. My cock started swelling, and I searched for her online profile on my phone. Sure enough, she was 31, height 170 cm, stats of 35-26-37, weight 57kg.

Her long hair was just like the shampoo ad, falling straight to her lower back, bluish-black, and straight, with even thickness from top to bottom, curving slightly at the end. Her hair had a shine like deep water and felt like velvet. She had an off-center part, with a pretty eves peak on her forehead.

The hairline was perfect, without peach fuzz. She had a single piercing in each earlobe, with long hanging ornaments. Her nose was sharp, with flared nostrils like an Ellora sculpture. She had small flying dragons tattooed across her collarbone, 5 in total, one hiding under her bikini blouse.

I touched her tattoo and asked with curiosity:

Jeet: What does it mean?

Premila: Just cute dragons.

Jeet: Any more tats?

Premila: On my hips, there’s a star on each side, an anklet, and a wristband

She lifted her saree pleats to show a delicate design around her right ankle. Then slid her left-hand bangles up. To show an inked black bracelet, in stark contrast with her white marble skin.

Premila: And, if you allow me to turn my hand.

I loosened my hold on her right hand. She turned it outward to show her inner bicep tattoo, a vertical infinity love in blue-green ink. I put my finger on it and traced the infinity, giving Premila goosebumps. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

I wanted an opening to kiss her glistening rose petal lips, so I asked her for a dance. We joined the crowd outside the gazebo rather than go to the actual dance floor. Now I had full access to her curvy waist. She turned around, caressing my face with her curtain of hair.

She then allowed me to hold her amazing ass. She brushed her hand on my crotch to check my erection. When she turned again, I hugged her tightly, pressing her bikini covered boobs on my chest, almost dry humping her for 3 seconds.

Her long hair was like camouflage in the shadows. She bent her head, offering her pouted lips. I took her mouth like a hungry animal, sucking on her sweet tongue and rubbing her back. I couldn’t hold any longer.

Jeet: Baby, let’s see the stars.

Premila: Shh! my saree will fall off, baba.

I looked down. Her red chiffon saree with sparkling stone-work was wrapped tightly around the hips, like a leather-bound book. Then asked her:

Jeet: what about the hidden dragon.

Premila: My babu, can’t wait, haan!

Smiling, she moved the bra strap off her shoulder, revealing another inked dragon. I marveled at her perfect D-cup boobs and pressed one from under her saree, asking with curiosity.

Jeet: Babes, are they real?

Premila: No, cheeku.

She was amused by my touchy-feely actions and looked at me kindly like she tolerated a naughty boy. I dug my fingers in her rapunzel hair, pulling gently. She looked at me in mock anger, and I fell in love.

Premila: Babu, can I have my hand back!

Jeet: Only if you give something in return

I loved holding her beautiful hands, and it was slowly turning her on too. Neither of us wanted to let go. I moved her hair and planted a small kiss on her neck. She shivered, turning back to stare at me, begging for intimacy with her expressive eyes.

Premila: Very bad! First, you hugged me so hard, without any manners. (referring to our meeting in suite 710 that evening, when she’d introduced me to Palki). Now you’re passing the time as a boring husband.

I understood she wanted a rough fuck and with a man who would handle her like a bitch. I confirmed my theory:

Jeet: Is your husband boring?

Premila: He’s a CA and very caring.

I hit the nail on the head. I took out the access card for 718 from my pocket and tucked it into Premila’s waistline. She raised a sharp, bow-shaped eyebrow. I told her it’s a vacant suite.

I kissed her hand, saying, “Baby, I’ll see my partner and meet you there.”

“Hmm, ok, come soon if you want to see the stars,” saying, she vanished in the crowd.

Shimona was on the dance floor with some teenage girls, trying out all her practiced dance moves. I caught her elbow and spoke in her ear:

Jeet: Baby, you look adorable. Stay out of trouble, ok.

Shimona: Shona, come back after eating. I’ll be here

She kissed my cheek and let go. Usually, she didn’t eat late in the night and never touched the creamy buffet items. It was 9:30. I had roughly till midnight before Shimona would get tired and come looking for me. I headed towards the hotel building, but first, I needed something.

I tipped a bell boy, sourced it easily, and then made a beeline to the suite on the 7th floor. I knocked on the door. Premila opened. We started our roleplay.

Jeet: Premila?

Premila: Who are you?

Cutting her off, I continued.

Jeet: Are you the escort?

Smiling like a cheap whore, she played along:

Premila: Come inside, sir.

I walked around her, looking at her boobs lecherously, and slapped her ass lightly with the back of my hand, saying ‘cut piece,’ like a rude client.

Jeet: Make a drink for me, whiskey with soda and ice.

Premila: First relax, babu.

She took my coat, made me sit in the bed, and removed my shoes. Then she opened my tie and undid my shirt buttons. I held her hand and twisted, kissing it and pressing her gold bangles into her skin. She gave a little gasp, “Ishh aah,” then proceeded to make my drink.

I took a sip of whiskey and asked her to dance, taking the chance to hide the earlier sourced ‘object’ under the pillow.

Jeet: Show me your dance raani (queen).

Premila: I can’t dance without music.

Jeet: Baby, don’t spoil my mood ok, here (I threw some cash at her)

Slowly she picked up the money and played an item number on the bedside alarm speaker. She looked lanky and awkward, swaying her hips like a prostitute. The next minute I ordered, “Now remove your blouse.”

She looked at me angrily then removed her blouse, throwing it on my face like a dance-bar slut. I changed the song to relaxing spa music and called Premila. Holding her waist, I pulled her roughly into my chest. She gasped, “Eesh.” I picked my whiskey glass and made her take a sip.

She took a big gulp then spat it into another glass, just like a bar girl. Premila tried to remove her saree, but I held her hand. I wanted to fuck her in the saree. She tried to kiss me, but I squeezed her puckered lips with my fingers, like a bad client.

I lifted her saree, found her panty, and without looking, inserted my middle finger in her cunt. Pulling it out wet, I put my finger into her mouth. She sucked it, her dramatic eyes now burning with desire and her boobs heaving lightly with deep breaths. The bitch was in heat.

I pulled out the ‘object’ (a pair of scissors), lifted her saree, and then cut off her panty with a ‘khachack’ sound. The stretched elastic hit her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip with an ‘Aah.’ Then she hinted:

Premila: I beg you, babu, please don’t cut my hair.

(In the role play, she was actually telling me to cut some of her hair.) I laughed and asked her to shut up and do as I say:

Jeet: Part your fringe dolly!

She made a small triangle section on her forehead with the fingernails of her pinky fingers. She knew exactly what to do and probably tried to cut her own bangs. But never had the nerve. I held the two feet long strands and closed the scissor at her nose bridge with a single ‘khach.’

A long lock of hair fell in her lap. I picked up the hair and wound it around my cock like a cock ring (to make my erection last longer). She shook her head to spread her fringe over the eyebrows. I squeezed her cheeks and finally kissed her once on her bangs.

Then I pushed her back, lifted her saree, and shoved my prick roughly into her pussy. Then I started pumping in missionary style. I put my arms around her, pulling her hair to raise her chin, then kissed her throat. She felt soft and slippery, like a Sylhet cat. Everywhere I touched, her body was silky smooth.

I made her sit up with one leg around me and fucked in a sitting position. Then turned her around and tried doggy style, with her hair wrapped around my wrist. Pulling her hair like a leash, I made her match my strokes. With her back arched and ass in the air, she couldn’t resist my multiple insertions.

I was almost pulling out my entire cock, up to the cock head and inserting all the way back in her vagina. I repeated this action hardly 10 times before she clutched the bed sheets and started giving orgasmic signals, “Ayee, aahh.”

Her muscles tightened for a full 30 seconds, leaving her drained with an explosive orgasm. I got up and removed my cock ring, as Premila dropped in bed, looking up with glassy eyes. Her chest was bare, kajal running, and lipstick smudged. She looked disheveled like a used whore.

There was a mark on her navel where I’d given her a love bite. Regardless of the role play, I felt sorry. I squeezed a hot towel in the sink and wiped her face. Then apologized to her.

Jeet: I’m so sorry, darling. I just wanted some fun.

Premila: Babu! that was so raw like you wanted to devour me (wiping a tear of joy), and it’s ok. No regrets. I know your heart is pure gold.

Jeet: Is that why you stole it? Can I see the stars now?

Premila slapped me with both hands laughing. She removed her saree to show me her hip tattoos. They were 2-inch, blue stars on opposite sides of her hip bone, just above her shaved pussy. I kneeled and kissed them, giving her smooth pussy a quick lick.

She closed her arms around my face and kissed me with passion. I started playing with her hair, losing track of time. It was a joy to caress her silky locks between our faces, and we indulged in hair play to our heart’s content.

She sat down at the edge of the bed, and I inserted my cock into her pussy again. It was 10:30pm, we had enough time to make erotic love, slowly this time. “You’re my Sylhet cat,” I whispered in her ear, fondling her smooth neck.

She made soft purring sounds and started grinding with my cock deep inside her. I creamed her pussy in 5 minutes, but we didn’t stop our intense lovemaking for another 2-3 minutes.

We kept canoodling like a pair of love birds. She kept saying my name and, “I love you,” every time I kissed her body. I couldn’t break away from such heavenly sex. We held hands and looking into each other’s eyes, and falling in love.

Premila: Thank you, babu. You know, I never felt ‘needed’ in seven years of marriage.

Jeet: I love you Premila.

Premila: You’re a big Baby! come here

Saying she held my face to her sweet-smelling bosom. My eyes closed, the world disappeared, and time stopped. I wanted to live in her embrace forever. My heart ached at the thought of letting go, and I snuggled closer.

Premila (whispers): Sona! Mamma is not going anywhere, baby.

The story is connected, so please read from part 1. Few comments in the comment section will be appreciable. Thank you all for the positive comments/reviews on the previous parts.

Hey guys, just wondering, can a lesbian slave story make your dick erect? And dear girls, I hope you get horny and wet.

Previous part recap: One night, Divya calls me by phone, and she tells me that she is alone in her home. My lesbian love for her arouses as soon as I meet her after many days. She requests me to have a lesbian BDSM session with her. I refuse her request, but she ties me up.

Imagining or Visualizing the story will give you a better feel while reading. The story is just continued from where I paused in the last part.

She placed my wrists crossed in the small of my back. And in meanwhile, she took the bondage ropes.

Me: No, it does not exist.

Divya: No, it does exist.

With both my wrist perfectly crossed, she wrapped 4 to 6 coils around it.

Me: It fucking does not.

Divya: It fucking does, and I wish to make you my slave.

Me: No, I don’t want to become your slave.

Divya: Oh, no! My darling. I have already tied you up. You are my slave now.

There was a pause for a moment. I froze in shock as I got misled by her tricks.

Me (acting agitated): You fucking bitch.

Divya (laughing): Hey, hey, you don’t even know how to scold me.

Divya: You might act so angry, but I know, deep down inside, you want to do this.

Me (with little tears in my eyes): No, I don’t want to do this.

Divya: Stop complaining, Anu.

She turned me around. My naked boobs oscillated unsteadily. Now my back was on my tied hands, and my butt was in the air.

I closed my eyes tightly, as some tears were trying to leak from my eyes. But a drop of tear came down till my cheek.

Divya: Anu, why are you crying?

Divya, in some or other way, triggered my emotions. The tears were involuntary. I was not able to control it. I was not able to understand the reason why it was coming.

Divya: Is it the tears of joy? The tears that come out when you are going to get something you desire, long, and crave for?

Me: Fuck, no. It is because you tied me without letting me know. It is because this is very embarrassing.

She tried to convince me.

Divya: It is nothing to feel embarrassed about. Just relax and let out your tears. I don’t mind seeing you crying.

Me: I…I…I am just feeling uncomfortable. That’s all.

She came close to me. She blew some air on my eyes. I opened my eyes, and all the tears subconsciously slipped out. She licked my tears with her warm, wet tongue. She dragged her tongue all over my eyes, my nose, and my cheeks. She seemed to love the saltiness on my skin.

Her sign of affection gave me pleasure and comfort. It relieved all my stress. After completely licking my tears, she cleaned her salivae on my face with the tip of her skirt.

Divya: Anu, so now, are you now ready for lesbian BDSM?

Me: Ok, I am ready.

I wondered how did Divya learn to tie hands with rope. The rope was very stiff. It hindered most of my movements. My whole body was shaking wobbly.

She helped me to get up from the bed. I stood straight facing her while she sat on the bed in front of me.

Divya: Are you my slave?

Me: Yes, I am.

Divya: Go down on your knees.

I kneeled down. My knees rested on the floor while my thighs were on the vertical. My upper body was straight, with my head slightly tilt up and hands tied at the back.

She gazed into my eyes.

Divya: Shall I make you a bitch?

Me: I wish to be a good girl.

Divya: I have a few rules which my good girl needs to follow.

Me: Yes, I will obey whatever you say.

Divya: Rule number one. You must not look into my eyes.

I lowered my head down.

Divya: Rule number two. You must address me as ma’am.

Me: Yes, ma’am.

Divya: Rule number three. I can slap you whenever I wish.

Me: Understood, ma’am.

She suddenly gave me a tight slap on my face. THUP! It was not hard but unexpected.

Divya: Did it hurt?

Me: No, ma’am.

Divya: Do you want more?

Me: Yes, ma’am.

Divya: Come and place your tummy on my lap.

Me: Ok, ma’am.

I raised up, moved towards her, and laid down on her lap. She lowered my panties, and she caressed my bare ass with her bare hand.

Divya: You have such a perfect ass.

Me: Thank you, ma’am.

She pulled down my panties completely from my legs and threw them away. Now my ass was ready to get slapped. She kissed my ass before spanking it.

Divya: I want to make your ass red.

Me: It is my honor, ma’am.

I often fantasize myself getting my ass spanked by a hot handsome guy. But my bad, I was going to get that from a filthy witch. Exposing my bare ass to her was a bit discomfiting, but that feeling was awesome.

She gave me her first hard slap on my ass. I don’t know why, but I loved it.

Me (moaning): Aaaawwwwww.

Divya: Do you like this?

Me: Yes, ma’am, just keep going.

The spanks were pleasing but not hard. She hit my left and right ass cheeks one after the other. THUP! THUP! Another one! THUP! THUP! THUP! THUP!

At times she rubbed my inner thighs to tease me. And at times, she pinched my breast to straighten me and then spanked me. I enjoyed every single moment.

Soon my ass got bright red. I lost count of how many times she was spanking me. It went on and on and on. She seemed to love the softness of my ass. I waited and waited for her to pause, but she did not.

Me: Ma’am, can you please stop spanking me?

She did not respond.

Me: Ma’am, could you please stop the spankings?

She still did not respond. It hit my patience very hard, and I lost my cool.

Me (shouting loudly): Divya, you fucking donkey. STOP this fucking bullshit RIGHT NOW!

She stopped spanking me suddenly. My loud scream echoed throughout the whole house. She got shocked and very angry to hear this.

Divya: Hmm…So Anu dear. You are bored with this punishment, and you want some other punishment. Is it?

Me: Noo, I just wanted you to stop it. I don’t want any more punishments.

She pinched my left butt cheek. She pinched it hard till I started to cry out loud.

Me: Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! (crying) I am so sorry, ma’am. I am so sorry for shouting at you like that.

She pinched my ass harder. It hurt me even more.

Divya (acting very angry): How dare you insult me like that? How dare you lie to me that you are a good girl?

Me (muttering): I am so sorry for being such a bitch. I want you to give me more punishments. Please punish me for not being a good girl.

Divya: I can’t hear you. Tell me louder.

Me(shouting loudly): MA’AM, PLEASE PUNISH ME FOR BEING SUCH A BAD GIRL!

She stopped pinching, and she patted my red hot ass a few times.

Divya: Good girl.

Me: Thank you, ma’am.

Divya: So, are you ready for your next punishment?

Me: Yes, ma’am.

My hands still being tied at my back, I felt too helpless. She can slap me whenever she feels like it. But I can not possibly object to anything she says. She also seemed to not have any plan to release my hand.

Fuck Divya. She did not even give me a break after slapping and pinching my butt. Although I was tired, I had no choice but to obey her.

Divya: Now move your ass and stand up straight.

I got up from her lap. But I did not stand up. Instead, I kneeled down on the floor, and I lowered my eyes.

Me (softly): I am very exhausted, Divya. Can you please give me some rest and maybe can you also massage my back?

She did not like my request. She acted as though she got very angry. She caught my hair(with her left hand) and pulled my head up. For a few moments, she glared into my eyes.

Suddenly she raised her right hand high up. I got a feeling that she was going to give me a tight slap. I did not have any time to think, dodge, or block it.

I closed my eyes, and I accepted whatever she was going to give me. Her hand came fast, very fast. But suddenly she stopped her hand when she reached my cheek. Instead of giving me a hard slap, she gave two friendly pats on my cheek.

I was serious hell frightened at the moment when I closed my eyes. She gave me a mini heart attack for a few seconds.

When I opened my eyes, she surprised me with a creepy smile. Her act seemed to comfort me as well as threaten me at the same time.

Divya(threatening): You often forget that you are my slave. You have no right to question back to me. You must be a good girl and do whatever I say. Understood?

Me (with tears sparkling in my eyes): Understood, ma’am.

Divya: Now stand up straight.

I got up, and I looked at her.

Divya: Have you reached your limit?

Me: Yes, I have, but you can extend it as you wish.

Divya: Do you like pain?

Me: Yes, but only if it comes after pleasure.

Divya: Are you in pain?

Me: Yes, I feel like…I feel like my whole body is on fire.

Divya: Do you want a glass of water?

Me: Yes, ma’am

Divya: Are you thirsty?

Me: Yes, ma’am.

Divya(looking at my dry lips): Shall I quench your thirst then?

Me: It is my pleasure, ma’am.

I looked at her lips. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. She brought her wet lips towards me.

She brushed my lips with her lips, softly and delicately, like butterfly wings. It was just enough for me to inhale her breaths into my lungs. The air which I took in from her lungs gave more life to my heart. And my heart pumped her love to all the parts of my body.

She then let go of my lips. She took in a deep breath before she indulged back into my mouth. She deluged in, and I felt her saliva as it rolled off my tongue into my throat like waterfalls. It went even deeper from my throat, and it quenched all my thirst.

Her saliva healed my sore throat, and it cherished my soul. And then, after that, for some more time, we both exchanged some normal kisses. Just after that, she ordered me to get ready for my punishment.

Divya: Now turn around and face the wall.

Me: Yes, ma’am.

I turned around such that my head faced the wall, and my butt faced her. My hands were still tied to my back. She did not take any pity on me. She still did not care about removing the ropes from my hands.

Divya (instructing me): I want you to do fifty situps right now in front of me.

I got shell-shocked to hear this.

Me (murmuring to myself): Divya, this is no school punishment. And fifty is seriously too much.

Divya (staring at my eyes): Don’t complain, Anu. (smiling) I know that you are annoyed, but I am going to annoy you more by decorating you.

Me: What do you mean by decorating me?

She seemed to have a deadly naughty plan in her mind. I did not turn back, but I felt like she was pulling down her panties under her skirt. She removed it, and she took it up with her hand.

Then she places that on my head like a crown. She placed her panties in such a way that it was upside down. The butt-side of the panties was on my face covering my eyes till my nose. The panty blindfolded me, but it was transparent.

Me: Yuck Divya, this is too disgusting. How can you put your panties on me like this?

Divya(laughing): No, that is not mine. It is actually yours.

Me(confused): What! What are you telling?

Divya: Remember? I removed your panty and ran out of the restroom on that day. This is that same exact panty.

I got dumbstruck to hear this.

Me: Seriously, that is mine?

Divya: Yes, idiot, it is yours.

Me: Then why the fuck is it so stinking, and why do I feel something so sticky in my hair? When did you last wash it? How many times did you use it?

Divya (laughing): I used it a couple of times. But I did not wash it even once for the past one month. I did not want to wash away your scent from it.

Me (annoyed): Are you kidding? There is not a drop of my fragrance in these panties. Only the smell of your yucky cum and your stinking asshole exists in this piece of shit. How can you seriously humiliate me this badly? I want to slap you for this.

Divya (threatening): Enough arguing. The underwear looks too good on you. It is not too bad like the way you described. If you continue to argue, then I will slap you hard.

As I said earlier, I had no choice but to obey her. Or else she can slap me if she feels like it.

Divya: We will resume your punishment, understood?

Me: Understood, ma’am.

She took a pouch from her drawer. I did not know what was in it, but I was sure that it was something terrible.

She came towards my boobs. I felt the flicker of her wet tongue on my nipple. She circled her warm tongue, to and fro, many times, licking the tip of my nipples. The cool air in the atmosphere touched me so differently from the warmness of her tongue. That warm-cold sensation made my nipples erect.

After that, she opened the pouch. There were a couple of clothespins inside the pouch. It was expected and not too surprising. She took out the first clothespin.

Divya (convincing me): This won’t be too bad.

With a smile on her face, the first and second one went on both my nipples. It pinched, but it just made me more aroused than anything.

Me(moaning): Ah!

She did not take pity on me even for one little bit.

Divya: Sorry, Anu. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I want to stick out a little more on you.

Telling this, she stuck two more clothespins each on both my cheeks, belly, and thighs. I caught my breath in a startled gasp of pain. I felt burning pain all over those parts.

I wasn’t expecting it to feel the way it did. I played some expressions on my face, as I am struggling to want to take them off. But she did not care.

I was really very surprised to see this hard-hearted side of her. I felt so low in front of her. But still, I don’t know why I admired her unkindness.

Divya: Well, all good, you are completely decorated now. Are you ready to do fifty situps now?

Me: Yes, I am.

Divya: Are you sure?

Me: Yes, ma’am.

Divya: Good girl.

I somehow still had some energy. But I was not exactly sure when it might get finished. I just decided to bet everything on it, and I chose to do fifty situps.

She took a big wooden scale in her hand.

Divya: Come on. Start. Bitch.

I started to do as she ordered me to do. Counting each situp I did, she spanked my ass with that scale.

One! WHACK!

Two! WHACK!

After each situp, my pain increased linearly. Three, four, five, and it went on till sixteen, seventeen and eighteen, somehow.

Eighteen! WHACK!

Nineteen! WHACK!

When twenty came, I suddenly got completely exhausted. My body was in extreme pain. My head felt too dizzy. I felt numb and faint. I felt like I was going to collapse.

I lost my balance, and I dropped down towards the ground. It was a very sloppy fall, and I was sure that I would break my teeth.

But suddenly, Divya caught me, from behind, just before I touched the ground. I felt very grateful that she help me at the very right moment.

Me(with tears in my eyes): I was not able to take it anymore. I did not complete my punishment. I am… I am so sorry.

She suddenly kissed me, and she gave me a warm hug.

Divya: You need not be sorry for this. I release you from being my slave. After this, we will just make up some love. Ok?

To be continued.

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Vanakam nanbargale, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en ethir veettu auntyai mathiya nerathil en mama veetil vaithu ootha kathaiyai ungalidam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar ravi vayathu 27 aagugirathu. En ethir veetil oru aunty irukiraal aval miga sexiyaaga irupaal, mulai matrum soothu miga sexiyaaga irukum.

Avalai naan iru varudangalaaga site adithu varugiren, aunty en idam nandraaga pesi pazhaguvaal. Aval kanavar irukum pozhuthu en idam athigam pesi kola matal, kanavar ilatha pozhuthu nandraaga pesuvaal. Aunty paarka velaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, aval azhagil niraiya aangal mayangi irukiraargal. Aval pudai thaan athigam aniyuvaal, eppozhuthavathu thaan avalai pavadaiyil paarpen.

Oru naal kulithu vitu pudavai veliyil kainthu kondu irunthathu, naangal motai madiyil thaan athigam santhipom. Appadi oru naal motia madiyil irukum pozhuthu aval roomil irunthu pavadaiyai mulai meethu kati kondu veliyil vanthu pudavai eduthu kondal. Avalai pavadaiyil paarkum pozhuthu iru mulaiyum sexiyaaga pazhuthu irunthathu.

Auntyai pudavaiyil paarkum pozhuthu avaluku mulai ilathathu pola thaan irukum aanal ippozhuthu paarkum pozhuthu perithaaga irunthathu athu enakul iruntha kama veriyai athigam thundiyathu. Aunty ennai paarthu vetkap patu ulle oodi vital, andru iravu naan veetil auntiyai ninaithu kai adithen. Aunty pavadaiyil irukum nilaiyai ninaithu kanju vara vaithen.

Oru naal aunty motai madiyil thuni thuvaithu kondu irunthaal, avalai naan en veettu motai madiyil irunthu sight adithu kondu irunthen. Aunty pavadai thuki kondu irunthathu, aunty naan avalai paarpathai paarthu vital aanal kandu kolamal irunthaal. Aunty thudai azhagaga theriya aarambithathu, athai paarkum pozhuthu en sunni viraika aarambithathu.

Aunty pundaiyai paarka vendum endru manam eangiyathu, aanal eppadi auntyai usar seivathu endru theriyamal irunthen. Aunty idam pechu thara aarambithen, aunty ungal thudai therigirathu endru solinen. Aunty udane thudaiyai maraithu sirithaal, ena ivalavu neramaaga en thudaiyai thaan paarthu kondu irunthaya?

Naan illai illai light ha paarthu thaan irunthen endru solinen. Aunty sirithaal seikiramaaga thirumanam seithu kol endral, naan udane ungalaiya endru keten? Udane aval mugathil apadi oru siripu enai eppadi da thirumanam seithu kolvai enaku munbe thirumanam aagi iru pasangal irukiraargal endral.

Parava ilai aunty naan ungalai irandavathu muraiyaaga thirumanam seithu kolugiren endren.

Aval sirithu vitu naan siru vayathaaga irunthaal atharku vaipu irunthu irukum endral, pinbu ennai unaku pidikuma endral? Naan ena ipadi ketu vitergal enaku ungalai migavum pidikum niraiya naal naan ungalai ninaithu irukiren. ( avalai ninaithu kai adithathai thaan apadi solinen) aunty udane apadiya nambalama endral?

En meethu ungaluku nambikai ilaiya, sari oru naal en udan veliyil vaarungal. Ungalai oru naal muzhuvathum nandraaga parthu kolugiren endru solinen. Aunty sari en kanavanum iru pilaigalum oru naal mamiyaar veetirku seluvaargal appozhuthu naan un udan varugiren endru solinaal. Aunty enaku ungal mobile number kodungal endru keten?

Aunty udane etharku en number en kanvar idam mati vidava endru ketal? Naan unaku eppozhuthu un udan varuven enbathai naane un idam epadiyavathu solugiren sariya endral. Sari aunty miss you aunty love you endren, aval sirithu konde veetin ulle sendru vital. Enaku manathil avalavu santhoshamaaga irunthathu auntyai usar seithu vitom endru.

Naan auntyai kathal seiya aarambithen, aval en udan nandraaga pesi pazhaginaal athu matum ilamal ithu thaan enaku muthal murai oru pen udan veliye selvathu. Aval auntyaaga irunthaalum enaku en paarvaiku penaaga thaan therinthaal. Kalaiyil aval bus standil kathu irukiren endru motai madiyil irunthu solinaal.

Naan en nanban bike vangi kondu auntyai etra sendren, aunty naan vanthathum udane one sidedaaga eeri amarnthaal. Ennai udane sel yaravathu paarthu vida pogiraargal endrum solinaal, naanum udane bike eduthu kondu sendren. Avalin paathi mulai en muthugil patu irunthathu, en sunni paathi viraithu irunthathu.

Iruvarum ondraaga koviluku sendrom, aunty en kaiyai pidithu kondu ondraaga kovilai sutri vanthom. En manathil iruntha kamam paranthu aval meethu kathal athigarithathu. Aunty en arugil amarnthu en tholil sainthu kondu irunthaal. Naan udane aval madiyil paduthu viten, aval en thalai mudiyil kai vaithu kothi vital.

Sugamaaga irunthathu, aduthu naangal ondraaga park sendrom andru niraiya kathalargal irunthaargal. Avargalai paarkum pozhuthu enakum auntyai kiss seiya vendum endru thondriyathu, aanal naan seiya vilai. Piragu naangal ondraga hotel vanthu sapitom, iruvarum sapitu mudithu vitu santhoshamaaga pesi sirithu vilaiyadi kondu irunthom.

Aval thanaku thirumanam aagi vitathu enabathaiye maranthu vital, mani 10 aanathu maal sendru sutri vitu kilambinom. Aval kanavan nalai thaan varuval endru soli irunthaal, naan en manathil avalai ooka vendum endru ninaika vilai. Iravu 10 maniku kilambum pozhuthu adai mazhai peiya aarambithathu, iruvarum nandraaga nanaithu vitom.

Udambu muzhuvathum eeramaaga aanathu, aunty mulaiyaal ennai lesaga idithu konde vanthal athanaal en sunni paathi viraithu irunthathu. Veedu kite vanthom, appozhuthu aunty en vetirku vaa endru solinaal. Enaku appozhuthu thaan manathil kama ennam vara aarambithathu, miga sexiyaaga aval veetirkul yarukum theriyamal sendren.

Ulle sendrathum aunty kathavai thapal potu vitu ennai irukamaaga kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seiya aarambithaal. Iruvarum sexiyaga kiss adithu konde irunthom, enaku thanga mudiyatha alavirku moodu eara aarambithathu. Naan aunty soothil kai vaithu thadava aarambithen, aval ennai kiss seivathai niruthi ena da soothil matum thaan kai vaipaya endru ketal.

Naan udane aval mulai meethu kai vaithu kasaka aarambithen, nandraaga mulaiyai kasaki pudavaiyai kayatinen. Aval en pantil kai vaithu kayatinal, iruvarum matri matri aadaiyai kayati vitom. Moodu thangamal vega vegamaaga kayatinom, auntyai nirvaanamaaga pakum pozhuthu kama nadigaiyai paarpathu polave irunthathu.

Avalai nirvaanamaaga kati pidithu avalai padukaiyil paduka vaithu aunty meethu paduthu aval pundaiyil sunniyai irakinen.

Aunty en soothil kai vaithu sunniyai aval pundaikul azhuthinaal, sunniyai pundaiyil kuthi kuthi ooka aarambithen. Haaaaaaaaaa ena oru sugam eeramaaga irunthatharkum sunni aval pundaikul selum pozhuthu soodaga moodaga irunthathu.

Sirithu neram thaan oothu irupen atharkum en sunniyil vinthu vanthu vitathu, aunty meethu sirithu neram paduthu irunthen. Aunty soothil irunthu kaiyai eduka villai, enaku therinthathu aval innum thirupthi aaga villai endru. En sunni 5 nimidathil mendum viraika aarambithathu, auntyai antha nilaiyile mendum ooka aarambithen.

Aunty haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmmm vegama vegama endru munarinaal. Aval pundaikul sunniyai aazhamaaga iraki matter poten, aunty en thalai mudiyai irukamaaga pidithu kondol. Vegamaaga adithu oothu konde irunthen appozhuthu auntyku moodu eeri aval pundaiyil soodaga vinthu vanthathu.

Sunniyai pundaiyil irunthu veliyil eduthen, enaku irukam kuraivaaga irupath pola oru unarvu irunthathu. Auntyai doggy nilaiyil vaithu aval soothil sunniyai irakinen, aunty ethum sola villai azhagaga ooka soothai kanbithaal. Moodil ondrum theirya villai ooka vendum endru matum thaan thondri kondu irunthathu. Aval soothil sunniyai vitu oothen.

Irukam athigamaaga iruntathu, vegamaaga othu kanjai aunty soothil oothu irakinen. Pinbu sirithu neram iruvarum paduth irunthom pinbu meendum moodu aagi auntyai mundravathu murai oothu aval pundaiyil kanju vara vaithen. Engal tamil kama kathaiyai padithu rasithu irupeergal endru nambugiren, nandri vanakam.