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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.

Tell me what you think about the story via email at [email protected].

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.

Hi guys! I am just another average guy here. This is the journey of my sexual life. Like any other middle-class family in India, sex is taboo and is not spoken about in my home. Any item number, lingerie, and condom advertisements are skipped quickly and everyone acts as if nothing had happened or seen.

So, I had to familiarize myself with everything on my own. Luckily, we had sex education sessions in school, which helped a lot. I first watched porn when I went through my father’s collection on the PC. I discovered masturbation accidentally when I started rubbing my dick while watching porn.

I started visualizing the girls in my class while masturbating. During Physical Training, the girls used to play basketball. We boys played football near the basketball court. I used to stare at the girls. I got lucky sometimes and saw their navel when they tried to shoot the ball into the net.

Most Indian guys get their first taste of sexual attraction from their teachers and not from their girl classmates. I was no different. Most of my female teachers were middle-aged, already married, and had children. But they looked beautiful and had curvy bodies.

One particular mathematics teacher, who was considered to be very strict, had a body structure to die for.

Even though I was very weak in math, I tried my very best to get good marks and thus impress her. She looked very cute just like a teddy bear. She always wore sarees and kept flowers in her hair. I always used to ogle at her boobs and tummy. I was madly infatuated with her. But all these were nothing compared to someone that had a great impact on me. My mom.

Before going into this segment, I am giving a small introduction to my family. I live along with my dad, mom, and grandmother. My father owns a small scale textile business. My parents do not have an active sexual life. My dad was contended by seeing porn.

My mother works as a manager in a reputed public sector bank. She is 5’2” and approximately weighs 60 kgs. She has a very dusky complexion, and has ample flesh at places, especially her hips and back. She has medium-sized boobs and quite big buttocks. I like her folds in the hip region.

All these events took place when my mother was in her forties. I didn’t have any sexual thoughts towards my mom until exploring ISS and porn sites. But, after reading incest sex stories and watching incest porn, I started seeing my mom in a different way.

I also stole some panties and bras from her and hid them in my clothes cupboard. I used them frequently while masturbating. I used to hope for a quick peek at her boobs when she bent down to sweep the house or serve food.

My mom had firm boobs for her age. Once, she was dressing in her bedroom. Unknowingly, I opened the door and saw her in a blouse and petticoat. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. Somehow, I managed to break out of my trance and got out of the room. I just couldn’t sleep that night and had to masturbate to relieve the sexual tension.

I once peeked into her room knowingly. She was grooving to her favorite song, wearing only a black bra. Her back was facing me. My god, I got the experience of my lifetime. Her ass shaking and bouncing, she was just like any Bollywood item dancer. That time, I just wanted to barge into the room and bareback her.

When masturbating in the bathroom, I used to take her used panties and bra from the washing basket. I always go crazy after smelling it. After masturbating, I cum on her undergarments and wash it, so as not to get caught.

My parents and I have adjacent bedrooms. Before sleeping, I spend some time with them, chatting. One day, I left my earphone in their room and came back to my room.

An hour later, I went back to their room to take it. My mother was sleeping with her legs wide open. Her nightdress was pulled up to her hip. Her milky thighs and hairy pussy were exposed. I went mad after seeing her hairy bush. The next day I just couldn’t control myself.

After waking up, I went in search of her. Luckily, my father was out at work. She was cooking in the kitchen. I went and hugged her from behind. I kissed her on the neck and said, “I Love You.” She was taken aback as I was shy and did not show affection openly. But she was very happy. She too hugged me and kissed me on my forehead and cheeks.

I felt a little guilty about having sexual feelings towards my mother. But the moment my mom hugged me, pressed her breasts on my chest, and rested her head on my shoulder. I forgot everything and felt like I was floating in heaven. From then on, I have been very close to her.

She got affected a great deal by workplace pressure. I give her a head massage after she returns from work, every single day. She has some medical issues with her back, shoulder, hips, and that gave her a lot of pain. I used to massage them with oil every alternate day. I used to enjoy the massage sessions with her.

The moment I stepped out of her room after completing, I used to run to the bathroom to masturbate and relieve the sexual tension. She also gives me head and leg massages regularly. I enjoyed them thoroughly.

I kissed and hugged her regularly. I used to sit and console her when she was crying after arguments with my father. I didn’t feel only lust for her. I loved her from the depths of my heart, but not the motherly love that it was supposed to be. These were the times I wish I had been born 20 years earlier.

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He kept thinking about Sneha’s breasts and all that happened. Before he knew he was asleep, only to be woken up 2 hours later by a knock on the door

Mom: Sweety, get up, have dinner.

Ajay: Oh, hey, mom, how long have I been asleep?

Mom: Well, you’ve been asleep since your friend went home. Now come one, have dinner. You are the only one left without eating anything.

Ajay’s mom notices the boner in his pants.

Mom: Your peepee is hard, beta. Should I leave you for some alone time to rub it?

Ajay: No, mom, I don’t feel much discomfort.

Ajay heads to eat dinner, and his mom serves him. Her face blushes when she sees the tent in his pants caused by his cock.

Ajay: Mahesh uncle has been sleeping quite early these days, huh.

Mom: Yeah, he is very busy in the office, plus it’s a good habit to sleep and wake up early.

Ajay(playfully): Yeah, you should learn something from him.

She responds by pinching his ears

Mom: I am not the one going to school. You are.

Ajay: Aah, hey! Sorry, mom.

Mom: Now that’s my boy, come one, finish your dinner.

Ajay finishes his dinner while his mom washes the dishes. He takes a sheet and pillow and heads to the sofa to watch TV. Ajay’s mother changed into her nightgown.

Mom: Hey! Why are you not sleeping?

Ajay: I don’t feel sleepy, mom. I just woke up 10 minutes ago.

Mom: Okay, well, I guess I can watch some tv with you. I am not feeling sleepy either, now make some space for me, beta.

Ajay: Mom! Can’t you sit on the other sofa? There’s not much space for both of us.

Mom: Oh, come one, I want to lay too. It looks like my boy is embarrassed to even sit with me as he’s growing up.

Ajay: Oh, now, don’t do that! You don’t have to use guilt for sitting with me, just come and sit here. I love being around you, mom.

Ajay lays backward on the sofa, making space for her to sit. But she lays with him, he covers her too with the sheet and wraps his arm around her belly to keep her from falling off the sofa.

Mom: Sweety, can you switch the channel? I don’t like these sci-fi movies.

Ajay hands her the remote and asks her to choose a channel of her choice.

Mom: Oh, hey, look, Titanic is on.

Ajay: Ugh! Mom, these romantic movies are such a bore, mom.

Mom: Come one, sweety, you haven’t even watched the movie, you will like it.

The sex scene in the movie arouses Ajay making his semi-hard cock fully erect again. His cock pokes her ass like trying to penetrate her butt through her dress. She realizes it’s just a response from the movie scene and asks.

Mom: Is there a problem, sweety?

Ajay (embarrassed): No, mom.

Mom (teasing playfully): Well, sweety, your peepee is trying to get into mamma’s bum

Ajay: Oh, I am really sorry mom, let me adjust my pants

Ajay adjusts his cock in his pants, so it does not poke her again. However, now she can still feel the bulge in his pants pressed against her butt. The length of his cock covers the crack of her butt. This additional stimulus is only making him harder.

Even after his continuous efforts to get it down does not work, he frequently moves, trying to adjust himself. Due to this, his cock is rubbing along the crack of her butt, unknowingly humping her.

Mom: Sweety, are you sure you are okay?

Ajay: Yes, mom, it’s just that the pants are causing a little discomfort. If you don’t mind, can I remove them?

Mom: Oh, baby, it’s not a good thing, but when you feel so hard, you should rub your peepee. As adults say masturbation, will release the tension.

Ajay: I did masturbate earlier today, mom, and it’s still hard again. I don’t know what to do.

Mom: Well, alright, sweety, if the pant is causing too much discomfort, remove it then.

Ajay removes his pant and frees his cock. His cock roams freely from her butt to her thigh as he adjusts himself back on the sofa. She can feel the warmth and hardness of his cock pressing over her butt over her gown.

Mom: Sweety, are you sure you don’t want to masturbate? It will relax you for some time

Ajay: Okay, Mumma, I’ll try.

He sat straight up, and she kept her legs on his naked thigh. His eyes were glued to the erotic scene of the movie, and her eyes on his cock. He pulls the skin of his cock up and down too much.

Mom: Sweetie, that’s not how you do it. If you pull the skin too much, your peepee will hurt, don’t pull it much

Ajay: I am doing how you thought me the last time, but it’s not working, mom. Can you help me, please?

Mom: Aww, sweety, I want to see the movie too, plus you shouldn’t get used to mommy rubbing it for you all the time, do one thing, sit straight.

Both of them sit straight. She removes the sheets over them to see the monster inside. She still can’t believe how big he is. She holds his cock in her hand and gently starts rubbing it up and down. She maintained her gaze on the TV screen watching the movie.

Ajay is moaning with pleasure over the touch of his mother’s hands on his cock. He remembers his time with Sneha today, how good she felt when he rubbed her pussy. Ajay is not mature enough to understand that it’s taboo.

He thinks of giving his mother the same pleasure to provide her with the same relief as a token of thanks for helping him out.

Unaware of Ajay’s intention, she is watching the movie keenly with a cock in her hand. She is startled when she feels a hand going for her pussy, under her gown, rubbing her pussy over her panties. A tingling sensation runs through her body as he rubs his two fingers over her clit.

Mom (shocked): Ajay! What are you doing? Take your hands off!

Ajay (startled): Sorry, mom! I am really sorry.

Mom: what do you think you were doing? Where did you learn about this?

Ajay: Mom, I saw it in a video. The guy rubs the woman, and she was moaning. So I searched about it, and it says on the internet that it makes women feel very good. I didn’t want to anger you, mom. I just wanted to thank you this way for taking care of me all the time and helping me out.

Mom: Baby, I am not angry at you, I was just surprised, that’s it. It’s a good thing you think about others too, sweety. But you shouldn’t touch the private parts of someone else without their permission and, most importantly, your mother’s.

Ajay: I am sorry, mom! That won’t happen again.

Mom: Now you just relax and don’t worry about anything. Mommy will help you out.

She holds his cock and gently, in a massaging way, rubs his cock up and down slowly. Her other hand massaging his balls. In her mind, she knows this is wrong. But she tries to justify it for the sake of her son.

She’s just helping him out through a phase of life when changes are happening to him, and she’s guiding him through that. As she’s jerking off his cock Ajay says.

Ajay: Mom, the other day, I saw a woman breastfeeding her child, and the milky adventure looked so beautiful.

Mom: Yeah, sweety, it’s a beautiful thing, a mother feeding her child from the food made inside her body

Ajay: The baby looked so peaceful, and the mother happy. Do you still produce milk?

Mom (surprised by the question): No, sweetheart, a mother stops producing after 2-3 years of childbirth.

Ajay: Aww, it would have been nice if you still did.

Mom (smilingly): Why? You don’t like the food I make you now?

Ajay: No, mom, I feel if I could just remember the whole breastfeeding experience, how it felt. How did it felt when I sucked on your breasts, mom?

Mom: It was great. Breastfeeding you always made me feel kind of happy.

Ajay: Can I suck on your breasts then?

Mom: What? No sweety!

Ajay: But why, mom? I think you don’t like me that much the way you did when I was a kid.

Mom (assuringly): No, sweety, I would love to breastfeed you, but I don’t produce milk anymore.

Ajay: Then why was Mahesh uncle sucking on your breasts that day, mom? He looked like he was trying hard to drink your milk

Mom (Oh god, how do I explain it to this boy?): Sweety, that was just your stepdad playing with me.

Ajay: Okay, mom, I guess you don’t like me playing with you. I should just go then.

Ajay gets up from the sofa to leave, but his mother holds him by the cock and says

Mom: Come one, sweety! I didn’t want to make you feel bad. If it means that much to you, then you can suck on them, come sit beside mommy

Ajay’s face lights up. She pushes down her gown through her shoulders till her belly, exposing her wearing a black bra. Ajay watches keenly as she removes her bra. She takes hold of his cock again and starts masturbating him again.

Mom: If you want to suck on them, you can do it.

Ajay’s body starts shaking his hands, slowly proceeds to her breasts. He holds them both in each hand, gently squeezing them. He brings his mouth closer to her breast and licks her areola and nipple, squeezing her other breast. He starts sucking on them.

Ajay gets the urge to overpower his mother. He leans on her with her laying on the back and Ajay on top of her. She’s still rubbing his cock while Ajay takes a turn on both of her breasts one by one, squeezing them, sucking them, licking, pinching her nipples.

She can’t believe she’s enjoying this. He’s not sucking her like a child. He’s sucking her like a lover. She can feel her pussy starting to get wet. She’s filled with both guilt and pleasure of letting him suck on her like a wild lover.

Had it been Mahesh or his father doing this to her, she would have asked them to push that cock into her pussy and fuck her like a bitch all night. She’s trying hard to control her arousal. She shouldn’t get aroused by her son, but she can’t help herself.

She is amazed by his humongous cock how long he can last. Only if he was a lover, he would fuck her brains out and give her the time of her life.

She’s in an ecstatic state of mind, losing track of time. She feels the pressure building up in her pelvic area. She’s about to cum. She didn’t realize it until now. But her pussy is dripping wet. She is trying hard to hold her arousal.

But Ajay sucking on her breasts for so long had made it really sensitive. As he squeezes her breasts hard and sucks on them like a child, gently biting her nipples, she can’t help herself.

Mom: (Oh, god no! I am about to cum that too because of my son! And he’s still hard as a rock, oh please make him cum fast, God!)

Ajay is finally about to cum. His cock starts twitching

Ajay: Ah, mom! I am about to cum!

In the oral ecstasy of his orgasm, he fails to notice that his mom is also cumming. Her body is shaking violently with pleasure. Her panty is dripping wet from the juices of her pussy. Ajay drips his cum over her legs and lays over her submitting himself completely to her.

They both fill each other into their arms, embracing each other.

Thank you for all your feedback. Please read the previous parts of this series about my friends wife. Please share your feedback to [email protected]. Also, women in Chennai and couples who want to have fun can reach out to me. Please do not ask for swapping or group sex as she is not my wife.

The next day at the office, I could not look at my friend and avoided him.

Ali: Macha, sorry da I got sloshed yesterday.

Me: Dei, that’s the only reason we drink, da. Chill buddy, no worries

He still remembered his invitation to stay at his place. The next day came to my room, helped me pack all my clothes, and took me to his home. I met Aaesha, but we didn’t speak much for the first two days. I was avoiding her.

She used to breastfeed the baby in the bedroom. Ali and I arrange the dinner table and talk about office stuff. But whenever he gets a call and goes to the balcony, I peek inside the bedroom and steal glances of her half exposed boobs.

On the third day, I came home earlier, before Ali. She opened the door (wearing a t-shirt, track pants, and veil over her head). I directly went inside my room. I could see she was waiting near the door to talk to me.

Me: You want to say something?

Aaesha: And you don’t?

I said, No, and locked my room to make her think of me.

I was working till Ali came back. After that, we had dinner, and we all sat together. We were chatting for some time with him, avoiding any direct conversation or eye contact with her.

After some time, Ali was lying next to his kid and was making him sleep, but he slept too. I checked him and went into the kitchen for some romantic action that night.

Aaesha: I know you’re standing there (with a serious face)

Me: But how? I didn’t even make a sound.

Aaesha: I can you feel you standing there.

Me: Yea, you can feel me anytime.

Aaesha was trying to keep a serious face but gave in and smiled.

Aaesha: You’re such an ass.

Me: Oh, is that a compliment?

I went closer to her. She hit me playfully, but I held her hand

Aaesha: What’re you doing? Ali is sleeping outside, and he is not even high today. He might get up any time

Me: I know. (and pulled her closer)

Aaesha: Yeah, you avoid talking to me, say you don’t have anything to say to me. And now you do this?

There was no gap between us, and we both looked into each other’s eyes. I made a move. I slowly placed my lips on her and held her waist, and hugged her. Initially, she was not responding. But slowly, she opened her mouth and started responding.

She put her arms around my neck and started kissing me with passion for five minutes. I slowly placed my hand on her ass and started to grind my dick on her pussy region. She lifted her leg and accommodated me, but suddenly she stopped me

Aaesha: This is wrong, and we should stop this before it gets out of hand.

Me: Then hold it in your hand.

I took her hand and made her hold my cock over my track pant. Aaesha gasped and said, “That is definitely big, and it’s hungry.”

Me: Can you cook me something? Since we’re already in the kitchen?

Aaesha: No, I can’t. I am sorry.

Me: At least a little snack.

I moved my dick up and down in her hand. I took my other hand, started moving it from her belly to her boob, circled it over her nighty, and took it to her neck. She started breathing heavily, and her boobs started going up and down. It was a sight to see.

I moved my lips to her neck and started kissing and licking her neck. I suddenly felt more greedy and moved my track a little down and let my cock free. She was shocked. But I kept kissing and biting her collar bone, which made her horny. She started stroking my bare cock slowly.

I moved and looked at her eye. It was filled with pure lust, and she licked her lip with her tongue, and I lost it. I pounced on her lips and started sucking her tongue and saliva. I started rolling down on our cheeks, and we were kissing wildly. She started to stroke my cock faster. I was about to enjoy passionate sex with this married woman.

I slowly unzipped her nighty and started to press her boob. It was so soft as I was touching it for the first time. I was pressing slowly and was about to take it out. We heard a little sound, and we stopped our action for a minute to check if something is happening.

After confirming that it is nothing, I put my hand again and started pressing it and kissing her. I started to feel a few drops of milk on my hand. I licked it from my hand, looking at her. She bit her lips and realized that her boob was almost out. She tried to put it back in.

Me: Don’t. I like to drink milk before going to bed. (and started to kiss her bare boob and suck on it. I was about to reach her nipple)

Aaesha: (stopped me) I can’t give you here, go to your room. I’ll bring you there.

I went in and waited for some time, but no sign of her. I came out to check and found she was lying next to her husband. As soon as she saw me, she smirked at me, pulled the bedsheet over her head, and pretended to sleep. I figured out that it was her revenge for avoiding her today.

The next whole week, nothing happened. Ali also stayed awake helping his wife with the dishes and said, “You don’t have to do that, I’ll do it.”

Later I planned to add sleeping pills in Ali’s milk on Sunday night. I planned to make a move on Sunday night itself. So that I can try and seduce her on Monday morning as well.

Since I was a Senior Manager, I can rotate my shifts. So I planned to change my shifts into night shifts from Monday. I planned to seduce her during the day when Ali isn’t there.

That night I was talking to them in the living room. I told them that I have to talk to US clients tomorrow. So I’ll work night shifts.

Ali: Macha, I will miss this after office conversations.

Me: Fine, I’ll sleep here tonight. We can talk till you sleep, and we can catch up after a week when my shift gets normal.

I was lying next to Ali to make a move on Aaesha. So even if she sees another person sleeping, she’ll think it’s me and let me play with her a bit more. We switched off the lights and were talking for some time. I felt Ali has already slept. I Shook him to confirm and found him in a deep sleep.

Now I slowly went near Aaesha and lifted her blanket. I went and lay behind her and slowly put my hands around her. She thought it was her husband and asked

Aaesha: Ali, what are you doing?

I didn’t respond to her but just started to press her boobs over her nighty.

Aaesha: All these days, your friend was sleeping inside, and you didn’t do anything. Now he is sleeping next to us, and you do all this?

I was glad that she thought it’s Ali. I was glad because she told me that she hasn’t had any action from the day I moved in. It made me confident that I’m going to enjoy it more than what I planned for.

She understood that I’m not leaving her. So she started cooperating by pushing her body back towards me. I rubbed my dick over her ass. I lifted her nighty till her thighs and was pressing her thighs slowly.

She moaned a little bit and turned her head. She started to kiss me and held my cock over my tracks and pressing it hard. I was slowly rubbing my hand on her inner thighs. She started to get more aroused and held my dick, and started pressing it harder.

I used my other hand to unzip her nighty and started sucking her boobs. She started moaning. I was happily drinking her breast milk for some time. Now she was lying on my left hand. I rubbed my dick on her ass from behind with her nighty up till her boobs. My left hand was pressing her boob.

My right hand playing deep in her wet pussy. Her soft hand was over my ass, going up and down. She pushed me towards her to rub my dick hard on her ass, and we were kissing passionately like lovers.

Suddenly there was a little moment from her one-year-old baby lying next to her on her left. We froze for a second. Still, our lips were together, and I gently started rubbing her pussy. She moaned a bit, and we saw a movement from Ali, sleeping next to her baby.

We stopped, and our hearts were jumping, and we both can feel it. She tried to push my hands from her pussy. But I kept rubbing it. She opened her legs apart to give me full access and kissing me passionately.

Ali rolled over again in his sleep and scared the shit out of us. She pulled the blanket over her head to her eyes to check what’s going on.

We halted for a second and started kissing again. Suddenly she moved her hand from my ass to my dick. I felt a current running through me as this was the first time she touched my bare cock. She was playing with it over my tracks, but this was the first time.

Aaesha: Baby, did you take any pills today? Your dick is so hard and so thick and bigger too. Are you excited about doing this next to your friend?

I was licking my tongue with hers, and she was pressing my dick. She went from the balls and rubbed her hand till my tip. She suddenly held the tip of my dick, held the foreskin for a second, and stopped moving her hand.

She stopped kissing me and said, “Stop it, it’s enough.”

I asked her in a husky tone, “What happened? Don’t you like it?” Still rubbing her pussy.

Aaesha: I love it, but I’m a little bit tired. Can we continue this tomorrow?

Me: I can’t control myself till that Aaesha, please (still fingering)

Aaesha: ( moaning from pleasure with the rubbing and moving her ass up and down on my dick ) I like it too, ahhh, but I am tired. It’s been a long day, baby. I want to enjoy this fully tomorrow without any disturbance.

She started sucking my lips so hard and slowly tried to remove my fingers from her pussy. I slowly removed my finger and kept it on her belly for some time. We were breathing so hard and were sweating like pigs.

We both didn’t move an inch, and my dick was still fully hard and was between her ass.

Aaesha: (in a soft and sexy tone) Can I pull my nighty down and go to sleep?

Me: No. (and kissed her neck)

Aaesha: Please, baby. I’ll make it up for this tomorrow

I was excited to know more. So I kissed and nibbled her ear lobes with my lips and one hand on her tummy and the other on her boobs.

“How will you exactly make it up to me?”

Aaesha: By kissing and licking all over you, baby.

Me: And? pinching her nipples

Aaesha: And suck your big cock and drain every single drop of it.

I didn’t want to force her, so I left her. I missed an awesome opportunity to fuck Aesha. I was thinking, when will I ever get a better chance like this, as her husband’s friend, to fuck a sexy Indian wife?

But I was glad all this was happening of her thinking that it’s her husband’s doing. I wanted to use that night to the fullest.

To be continued.

Hello readers, this is the second part of my story. Those who haven’t read part 1, please read it first.

It was August at that time (rainy days). I had started my plan to seduce my didi. My didi, her friend Suzu and I went shopping on a Friday. My sister was very excited as it was the first time that she could buy any dress that she wanted.

We are from a middle-class family and our parents always put restrictions on what she wears. We took a cab to the mall which was around 40 minutes from our place. She was talking about her classmates and her project work. After reaching the mall, we went to the ladies’ section.

The two girls started searching every nook and corner for their choice of wear. Didi took one pair of jeans, two tops, and some clothes that she would wear at home. Suzu di also took some clothes. Suddenly, Suzu di suggested Didi should try a hot pant and a top. Didi said she had never worn such things before and if dad ever came to know that she is wearing such things, then he will kill her.

I was very happy to hear Suzudi’s suggestion. I knew didi would look like an angel in that dress. I too insisted that she try it out.

Suzu di: How can uncle know what you are wearing here?

Riya di: But I never tried such dresses before.

Suzu di: Arey baba….you wear those cotton pants in the house, know these are almost the same.

Riya di: But…

Suzu di: Arey, wear it when we three hang out, no one will know. Ricky sees your thighs at home and you are not shy of me, I guess. Just go and wear it.

Suzu handed her the dress and asked her to go and change. She took it and went inside the changing room. I was waiting for her outside the changing room.

Suzu told me that she needed some bra and went to the bra section and I was waiting for didi to come out. Didi then came out from the changing room. My god! She looked like an angel. I was in a different world. She asked me how she was looking?

I replied, “Hot.”

She blushed. She told me that it was a bit tight. That pant was really tight but I replied that it looked ok. Her thighs were looking awesome. I told her, “Aaccha, turn a bit.” She turned. My didi’s ass was looking so awesome and deep. I got a hard-on! I stared at it for 7- 8 seconds.

She asked, “Is it okay?” I regained my senses and replied, “It’s perfect.” She went inside the changing room.

We left the mall after 4 long hours. We went to a Bengali restaurant and took a cab to our home. We accompanied Suzu di to the campus as it was around 10 pm. Then we went to her room.

After taking a refreshing bath, we sat in her room and started a conversation. It was Friday night so there was no college the next day. Didi made me promise that I would not tell mom or dad about the dress.

She then started showing me all her dresses. I wanted a photo of her ass in those hot pants. I told her to try all the dresses and I would take some pictures of hers in every dress. She was very happy. She went to the bathroom and every time came out with something new that she was wearing. I was getting excited.

Finally, my didi wore hot pants. My mouth was watering after seeing her. We took around 14-15 photos in that dress. That night, I took around 200 photos in various poses.

She then went inside the bathroom and came out with her nightdress. I thought I should take some steps further. I asked her to take my pics. I too took my dress and started giving poses.

Me: How do I look in this dress?

Didi: Superb! Girls will go mad seeing you.

Me: Take some good pics, I want to upload them on Instagram.

Didi: Ok..ok.

Me: Should I post a shirtless pic on Instagram?

Didi: Yes, why not? You can.

I took off my shirt and started giving different poses.

Didi: Looks like you did a good work out in the gym.

Me: I don’t go to the gym. I am a martial arts follower.

Didi: It’s the same.

Me: No. It’s not the same.

Me: My biceps have grown bigger, haven’t they?

Didi: No, it’s the same.

Me: Touch it.

Didi (laughingly): Isssh.

I then went near my didi and insisted that she touch me. She touched my bicep with one finger.

Me: Touch it properly.

She was very shy and with some hesitation, she touched me.

Didi: It’s very hard.

Me: See my thigh.

Didi: I will not.

I could sense a little excitement in her. She then took some photos.

Didi: Your belly is so nice. There is no fat at all. I am fat.

Me: You are perfect.

Didi (smiling like a kid): I should not take street foods.

Me: Yeah.

Didi: Can I touch your belly?

Me (I was very happy for this small victory): Yeah.

She was sitting on her bed. I approached her and she again touched it with one finger. I held both her hands and made her touch me fully.

Didi: It’s like a stone.

We both laughed. She then posed with her biceps like an athlete.

Didi: But I am stronger than you.

Me: I know.

She punched me playfully 4-5 times, like a boxer. I held both of her hands.

Me: Now, hit me if you can.

Didi: (Laughing). You will die if I hit you.

As I was holding her hands gently, one of her hands escaped from my grip, and she started hitting me playfully.

Me: If I hold you now, you can’t even move.

Didi: Accha, okay. (She continued to hit me playfully).

I grabbed both her hands and pushed her on the bed. I was now above her.

Me: Hit me if you can.

She was laughing very hard…we were in that position for 10-12 seconds.

Didi: Leave me, I can’t move.

I left her hands and we both started laughing.

Didi: I am leaving you this time because you are younger than me.

Me: Should I hold you once again?

Didi: Not today. I am very tired.

It was around 12:30 so we decided to sleep. I was very happy at this small victory and I knew that she was liking it too.

The next day was a Saturday and I got to fuck my didi! I will share that incident in the next part.

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Thank you for your feedback on my previous story. So I thought of continuing writing about my adventures, this time with a bi-couple. In case if you haven’t read my previous story, you can read it here.

Hi guys, I’m Rohan, here to share my sexy adventures. This is my second encounter with a couple. Let me introduce myself. I am Rohan, a 23 years old male, tall, fair, and with an ‘ok’ build. I am currently working in an MNC in Bangalore.

I love to try out new and kinky stuff like public sex, anal, BDSM, and sex with a Transgender, and so on. It’s a never-ending list.  This encounter was with a couple who lived in Bangalore’s outskirts that is around 25kms from my place. Due to the traffic, I don’t search for people who are too far away from my place.

But once I increased the range of search on the app. I came across a few couples. There was one couple in their late 20’s. I liked them. It was an instant match as they had already liked my profile before. I sent them a “Hi” but did not get a reply till 2 days. On Sunday night, they finally replied.

We had a nice chat until midnight. We exchanged our numbers and started chatting on WhatsApp. We texted a lot for more than 3 days about what kind of fantasies they had. They told a lot about their previous adventures with other couples and women.

Well, I was their first single male choice, and they wanted to try MMF. I was really happy that I was their first male threesome partner until he revealed that he was a crossdresser. At that time, I had no idea what a crossdresser was.

He explained it to me. He was bi-sexual and likes to dress up like a woman. He hadn’t found a couple who were bisexual nor a guy who was bisexual. They asked me if I was interested, and I had no idea if I had to go ahead or not. I asked them for some time as I was not mentally prepared for that.

I did not text for a couple of days. I started watching some MMF videos with a man fucking a woman and a guy in tandem. I saw some websites to check if it was fine to fuck a guy in the ass. After a couple of days, they texted me that it was fine to have a threesome to fuck her only.

They invited me to their place that weekend. I was a little busy, so I told them that I will not be able to visit them next weekend. In the meantime, we were texting what they wanted to try when I was with them.

As we had not shared our pics, we thought of having a video call on a Tuesday night. We had a nice naughty conversation, and they were very excited for their first MMF encounter.

It was a Saturday morning. I reached their home at around 2 in the afternoon. They were at the gate itself waiting for me. She welcomed me with a warm hug, and he gave a brisk handshake and went inside.

It was a nice 2 story building and looked a little big for only 2 of them. They offered me a nice cup of coffee and some snacks.

Let me describe the couple. Amit, the man, was 29 years of age, fair, and had a small belly bulge out of him. The female Manisha, 27 years old, fair, and had an average build. But she was really busty as her books were popping out of her salwar. They were from Maharashtra settled in Bangalore after their marriage.

We spoke for quite some time, and they asked if we could go to the room. I wanted to strip open a saree as it was one of my fantasies. I requested her if she could wear a saree, and she agreed readily. As I always leaned towards the kinkier side, I told him that we could give it a try.

He was really happy, and both said they will dress up and come back. I was looking around the house and looked at a few of their photos. After 15 minutes, Manisha came out wearing a saree. She was looking gorgeous in that and asked me how she was looking.

I replied, “Superb.” She shyly thanked me. I asked where Amit was, to which she replied, “He is getting ready.” She came close to me, wrapped her arms around my waist. She explained those photos, like where and when they were taken.

She showed some nudes of her and their other partners on her phone, explaining her experience with them. By mistake, she revealed a photo wherein these two had taken a photo with a woman they had a threesome with.

This is the next part of my story. You all will be waiting for who this other woman is? I did not say anything about her to Manisha at that time.

Now, Amit came out of the room wearing a saree. I was shocked, looking at him. He looked so much like a woman and a wig with a mix of black and brown hair. He had put on some lipstick as well. Except for the facial hair marks left after his shave, he looked like a woman in her mid-20s.

We headed towards the room and sat on the bed. Manisha came closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips. It got me aroused, and I followed her back to give her a kiss. She just locked my lips and started to smooch by swirling her tongue around mine and bit my lips several times.

I moved my hands to her back and started rubbing her navel and her waist. This went on for some time. Amit was enjoying the view of my back. She fell on the bed with her face towards me. I went on top of her and continued to kiss and lick her cheeks and lips. I planted a few kisses on her neck as well.

She seemed to enjoy the moment. When I looked at Amit, his eyes were stuck on my ass, and he was biting his lips. I just ignored him and removed her pallu, and her stomach was moving vigorously as she was breathing heavily. I explored her tummy and her waist and bit her waist softly as well.

She gave a naughty smile and pulled me towards her, and kissed me. I started pressing her melons over the blouse. She closed her eyes and was giving out really soft moans. I made her stand with her back facing towards me. I was kissing her neck and her back.

Amit decided to join, and he started kissing her. I held her waist and rubbed my leaking hard dick over her ass with still my pants on. Now, he made her back turn towards him, moved her hairs, and kissed all over her neck. She still had her eyes closed.

I was getting really horny looking at her and decided to unhook her blouse and bra. As soon as I unhooked her bra, those juicy melons fell out. I put my face between her boobs and nodded my head while those were tapping my cheeks. I insisted on making her sleep on the bed.

She spread her arms while lying on the bed. I slept on her left arm and started sucking her boob while Amit was on her right doing the same. It was like a mom feeding her kids. I sucked them till I was satisfied. It was now covered with a nice layer of my saliva and was shining bright like a star.

I went down and raised her saree from her legs till her stomach and her brightly colored panties looked wet in the region of her pussy. I removed my shirt and my pants and was in my undies. There was a big dark spot on my underwear. This made Amit really excited.

He could not take his eyes off my underwear. It was really awkward as a dude was staring at you for the first time like that. I removed her panties, and there was the love hole nicely shaved and wet. I stuffed my face into her pussy, and at this point, I was out of my mind doing some weird shit.

I was licking her pussy like a dog and sucking her fluids. She started to push my head towards her cunt and was moving her hips up and down. I licked it until I was out of saliva in my mouth. Amit made me sleep on the bed and asked if he could give me a blowjob. I agreed to it hesitantly.

He opened a condom and rolled it over my hard dick, and started sucking my dick. To be honest, he was really good and was able to take my entire dick easily. I thought I would cum as his blowjob was giving me immense pleasure.

Manisha came on top of me and continued the foreplay with kisses and smooches. After a minute or so, Amit lifted my legs as if he was gonna penetrate me in missionary. I was shit scared and started sweating. He then licked my ass, and that was so relieving.

He then asked Manisha to turn around to hold my legs, and she did as he said. He sucked my scrotum and licked my ass. I felt like I was tickled when he was licking my asshole, like a gay husband. It was a different feeling all together where a man is all over your genitals and ass.

Now, Manisha stroked my cock and sucked it for a short time. Now Amit’s erection was visible over his saree, and he removed his saree. He was wearing a panty, and his cock was in no mood to stay inside that. He had a good-sized dick that can satisfy any woman.

He asked me if I wanted to fuck him now or at the end. My dick always wanted to penetrate her vagina the moment my eyes saw that juicy cunt. She came on top of me, rubbed me against her vaginal lips. She slid it slowly with a sign of pleasure and pain on her face.

She said, “It’s fat,” and slowly started moving up and down. It was nothing less than heaven. I held her waist and helped her move. Amit slept next to me and started licking my nipples. Till that moment, I did not know how nipple sucking felt like. She was going wild and moaning and breathing heavily.

Amit was sucking my nipples like I were his wife. Both these acts were giving me great satisfaction. I closed my eyes. It was that pleasurable. After a few minutes, Manisha went on top of Amit and started riding him. She was sweating heavily and was enjoying it.

I climbed on top of the bed and was ready to fuck her in the doggy style. He removed his dick from her pussy and asked me to go ahead. I patted my tool on her dripping vagina several times and put my tool inside, and started to romp her. She was moaning loudly and letting out sounds of pain as well.

She was also giving a blow job to Amit. Her hips fell slowly. I followed it and continued to fuck her while her tummy was touching the bed. She now stopped giving him a blowjob as she looked tired. I removed my tool and asked Amit to go ahead. He said she is tired and you can fuck me now.

He laid down on his back and asked Manisha to spread and hold his legs. She gave me a lube bottle and asked me to put some on, and she put some on his asshole and spread it out evenly. She held my cock and guided it towards his butthole. It was pretty tight and took me several tries to get inside his hole.

Finally, I was able to get the head of my dick inside. I put a little more pressure and to penetrate, and he was screaming and moaning heavily. I pushed it inside, and almost my entire dick was inside him. He was breathing heavily. I kept my tool inside till he was relaxed.

Then started my movement, and he looked like he was having a great time. Manisha took his dick in her hand and started to stroke it, and he was on cloud nine. After a few strokes, he asked me to stroke his dick. I was a little reluctant but gave it a shot. I stroked his dick while I was still humping his ass.

After several strokes, he released his fluids, and it fell on his tummy. I felt like even I was about to cum. So I removed my dick and asked her to fuck in missionary. She changed the condom and spread her legs, asking for my tool to fill her hole.

I licked her cunt a few times and put my dick inside slowly. I held her tightly and fucked her real hard, leaving her screaming and pleading for me to go harder and faster. I knew I was about to cum soon. Both asked me to release my load on her belly.

I removed my condom and stroked to release a huge load on her belly. Filling her belly button. Amit started to lick my dick to clean it. We took turns and cleaned ourselves and came back to the living room and sat and had a laugh about it. We became good friends.

The story continues as there is still a question to be answered and another foursome coming your way. Did you like the story about my erotic threesome with the married bi-couple? I’m open to suggestions. Please send me your feedback to [email protected].

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