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The next morning, by the time I woke up, mom and Divya had already come. They were in the kitchen with Masi helping her. Mom looked at me with anger in her eyes. I knew that it was due to the time that I woke up.

Anuj uncle was all set to leave to his shop. We finished our breakfast, spent some time together, and left for home. Masi gave me a tight affectionate hug when we were about to leave. Mom was looking at me with a stare that sent chills down my spine.

I was driving the car. Mom was silent on the back seat. Usually, Divya, mom, and I would always chat about something or the other. But there was an uneasy silence between us. We reached home. The day passed as Divya and dad were at home, and it was a Sunday.

The next morning Divya woke me by 8.30. I told her I wanted to take a break. I wanted some time to come out of what had happened between Masi and me. Divya asked me to inform mom and dad. I went to the kitchen. Mom was busy packing lunch for Dad.

I told her that I wanted to take a break. She stared at me and just kept working. I came back to my bed and slept again. When I woke up, it was 10.15. Everyone had left home. The maid was finishing her job, mom was watching TV.

I refreshed and sat beside mom on the sofa. I was waiting for mom to offer me breakfast. But mom was not looking towards me, neither she asked me anything. I waited for some time, then reluctantly tried to break the uneasy wall of silence between us. It was killing me.

I told mom, “Mom, I am feeling hungry. Give me breakfast.” She did not look towards me and replied, “It’s kept in the hot case on the slab. Go and serve yourself.” Probably it was the first time that mom had asked me to serve myself.

Every day, mom would make me eat a little more by forcing me, but today, it was exactly the opposite. I was a little worried about my mom’s mood. I did not know what was in her mind. But I was a little tense now. I did not dare to ask her what was bothering her.

I took the food on a plate and sat on the sofa beside her. My presence was immaterial to mom. There was no day when she would not serve me a juice or milkshake while having breakfast.

I asked her, “Mom, juice or milkshake.”

She was least bothered as she replied, without blinking her eyes, “It’s kept in the refrigerator.”

I somehow wanted to know the reason behind her spoilt mood. I prayed that it was not because of me and masi. I finished my breakfast and sat beside her. I asked her, “What happened, mom? You look very upset.”

She did not look towards me but replied, “Vinay, you have to tell me what happened.”

I looked at her and said, “What are you trying to ask? I am not able to understand.”

She said, “ I never knew that you have grown so much that … don’t make me open my mouth.”

I again asked her, “What are you trying to tell me, mom? Please tell me clearly.”

She said, “What happened at Neetu’s place, and why were you behaving like an ass hole when I called you yesterday.”

To hear that word ‘asshole’ from her mouth was the first shock, and then her suspicion was the second shock. I was getting nervous now. Did she suspect or know something? This thought made me tensed.

I said, “Nothing mom, I told you that electric shock sort of sensation when you sit in a single place for a long time.”

She looked at me and said, “Listen, Vinay, I don’t want to listen to your shit and crap. Let me make it clear, it would be good for you if you tell me the truth.”

I could never think of mom using such language with me. I was literally petrified. But I acted innocent, put up a brave face, and asked her, “What are you talking about?”

Mom said, “You woke up late. There was no match on TV yesterday. I called you maybe half an hour after you woke up, so there is no question if sitting in a place for long, fuck, don’t lie, Vinay.”

I tried to defend myself and told her, “Mom, why would I lie to you?”

She looked at me and said, “Because you were fucking your masi whole day yesterday.”

Her words hit me like a knockout punch making me sweat in fear. Before I could reply anything, the doorbell rang. I heaved a sigh as I got up to open the door. Mom told me, “Go open the door. It’s your fucking Neetu masi only.”

I looked back at mom in utter disbelief. My hands trembled as I opened the door, and she was correct. Neetu masi was standing at the door. I had never heard mom use such cuss words. I was pissed off just thinking what would happen next.

I was clueless why Neetu masi had come to our house when we had just met a day back. She came in. Before I could say anything, Neetu masi hugged me, and she kissed me. I did not dare to hug her back to react to her. Masi looked ravishing.

She was wearing a churidar, a yellow sleeveless top, and fitting white leggings. I stood there like a dumb ass. Masi sat beside mom on the sofa. Mom did not wish or greet masi neither she looked towards her. Both were sitting on the sofa like queens with their legs crossed and arms resting behind.

Masi wore a cruel, wicked smile on her face as she was looking at me with pride on her face. Mom asked me again, “Tell me, Vinay, I am waiting to hear from you.”

I did not reply. I kept quiet with my head down. I did not know what to do, a tsunami of thoughts crashing in my mind.

Masi asked mom, “What happened, didi? What is the problem, Vinay?”

Mom told her, “I am asking Vinay what happened yesterday when I had called him. He had told me that you were in the bathroom taking a bath at that time.”

Masi cunningly asked me, “Tell Vinay, what happened? Why are you quiet?” This was unexpected from masi. The bitch who has put me in such a position was now rubbing salt on my wounds. Mom kept looking at me, and I avoided eye contact with mom.

Finally, mom fumed, “Vinay, keeping quiet Is not gonna help you. Why don’t you speak? What happened, I want to know now.”

Neetu masi got up from the sofa. She came near me, looked in my eyes with a cruel dirty smile, and told me, “Vinay, don’t worry, tell mom what happened when you were on the phone.”

I was about to break down with the situation I was in. Mom looked at me and said, “Your silence and innocence are shocking and surprising Vinay.”

Masi looked into my eyes and told mom, “Didi, I will tell you what happened yesterday.”

Mom asked her, “Neetu do you know what happened? You were taking a bath at that time, right.”

Masi told mom, “You only know what Vinay told as you were not there. I was there, only let me tell you what happened and how it happened.”

Masi again sat on the sofa beside mom. I looked with pleading eyes towards masi as she wore that wicked smile again on her face. Masi told me affirmatively, “Vinay, go near the phone and stand there. Mom wants to know the truth.”

I looked towards mom in a very firm tone. She said, “Just do as she is telling you, better for you of getting ready to face the wrath of your dad.”

I moved 2 steps forward near the TV stand where the landline phone was kept.
Masi told me, “Yes, Vinay, come on, you were so energetic and excited yesterday.”

I looked at masi and asked her, “Masi, please stop this.”

Masi replied, “Were you like this yesterday while speaking on the phone? Remove your clothes, my boy.”

I stood quiet, not doing anything. I was numb and went blank as this was happening.

Mom said, “Vinay, did you hear what Neetu told you?”

Masi and Mom wanted to strip me nude in front of them. Did mom know what happened between me and masi yesterday the whole day? Did masi share this secret with mom? Why were mom and masi making me do all this again? What was brewing between mom and masi?

My head was spinning, and hundreds of questions popping into my head. Masi told me in a low tone, “Vinay, yesterday you did not allow me to wear anything, and you were also nude. Today what happened to you?”

Mom told me, “Now be a good boy and don’t waste time, Vinay.” I removed my t-shirt and kept it aside, I kept my hand on my shorts, but somehow, I could not push it down.

On one side, I was worried about what would happen next. On the other side, the thought of dad knowing all and its aftereffects were killing me. I decided to surrender to mom. I looked at mom and pleaded with her. “Mom, I will tell you, masi, please stop.”

Mom said, “Bastard, you do not understand simple language, just shut up and follow Neetu’s instructions.”  I pulled down my shorts, I was not wearing undie, and my firm, erect dick popped out. I turned to the other side, trying to cover my nudity from mom.

Mom said, “Just turn and stand properly.” Mom’s eyes were glued to my massive erection, masi kept looking at mom and my erection. Masi, that horny bitch, had that cunning smile on her face, which clearly told me, “Look what I can do to you.”

It was so awkward, embarrassing, and shameful feeling to stand like that. Masi and mom started to mumble something between them. I could not understand what they were trying to discuss. Masi was indicating towards my erection and telling her something, and mom seems to disagree.

After a few minutes of their discussion, masi got up from her seat and came near me. Masi turned me towards mom and pulled aside my hands that were covering my dick. Before I could understand anything, masi pulled out her top and pushed down her leggings. She stood there in her bra and panties.

I was perplexed by the way things were unraveling at such a quick pace. I looked shocked at mom. She was sitting like a queen enjoying all this. Her face now has an entirely different look. She was staring at my massive erection without blinking her eyes.

Masi unhooked her bra pulled it out from her shoulders, shaking her boobs teasing me. She pulled down her panties and shameless stripped nude in front of us. She picked all her clothes and threw them on the sofa. She went on her knees and turned me towards mom.

I tried to avoid the situation, pleading with them, but they were too bossy and dominating now. They just did not want to listen to me. Mom told me in a firm tone, “Fucker, stand quiet. How many times I have to tell you.”

I told mom, “Mom, masi, please don’t do this, I am sorry.”

Masi looked at mom and said, “Didi, last night your son wanted me to fuck before my husband, and the scoundrel did what he wanted.”

Mom kept staring at me as I lowered my head, avoiding her direct eye contact. The feeling of standing nude was so embarrassing and sort of humiliating.

Masi looked at me and said, “Fucker do you remember what I told you yesterday? I will get my turn to take revenge. Now show your mom how you fucked me yesterday.”

Mom looked at me and said, “Fucker, what do you think about yourself? Punish him, Neetu, bastard needs to be taught a lesson for life.”

I did not know that Masi and mom would be so close to each other. I stood quietly with my head hanging in shame with no choice left. Masi moved her hands on my dick took it in her hands.

She looked at mom and said, “This was the scene yesterday, didi.”

Mom asked masi, “Are you sure Neetu, something is missing, I guess.”

Masi looked at me and said, “Vinay, pick up the phone.”

I kept quiet, my hands and legs trembling in fear. Mom shouted, “Vinay asshole, can’t you hear what Neetu is telling you.”

I picked the phone and kept it on my ears. Masi took my dick in her mouth, licking it slowly. I tried to keep calm and control my moaning as masi licked my knob and played with my meatballs. I could not hold back as I began to moan gently as she put me in an utter disdainful position.

The feeling of being embarrassed and helpless was there. But the warmth of her mouth on my dick plus the pleasure of masi licking my dick brought me back to my senses.

Masi kept licking my dick in smooth, gentle strokes. I closed my eyes and kept my hands on her head, trying to push her back. But she firmed her hold on my ass, taking the whole length of my dick in her mouth. I opened my eyes to see mom get up from the sofa and moved towards us.

Masi released my dick from her mouth and stood up, keeping my dick wrapped in her soft, tender hands. Mom came near masi, looking at her. Before I could understand anything, masi locked her lips with mom. They kissed each other, sucking and licking each other’s lips.

I could not believe my eyes! I was flummoxed as masi moved her hands on mom’s body, feeling her boobs and shoulders. Before I could understand anything, masi removed mom’s top and bottom. Oh god, mom and masi were in a physical relationship. I was shaken to the core just thinking about this.

Masi told mom, “Didi, never thought our search for a partner will end at our house itself.”

What the fuck was I hearing? It was just unbelievable. Mom was standing right opposite to me. Mom stood there in her undergarments as masi moved her hands to her bra and unhooked it. Mom stretched her arms as masi pulled her bra from her body.

Mom was standing there looking at my massive erection. She could not move her eyes from my erection. In a smooth, swift move, masi pulled down mom’s panties, all three of us stood naked there. Mom had a sort of heavy figure, maybe 38-34-36.

Masi stood beside mom, touching her shoulders to shoulders. To see those 4 heavy boobs standing in a line, anyone would go mad. Masi looked at me. She indicated towards the free-hanging boobs and said, “You wanted 2 of them. You are getting 4. Are you not happy?”

I kept quiet. Mom looked at masi, touched her nipples, and said, “This looks a little swollen. What happened?”

Masi said, “Ask your son. He has been sucking and biting them for the whole day yesterday.”

Mom looked at me and said, “Vinay, you have to be soft on them. Look, they look so swollen now.” She held my finger and rolled them on masi nipples. I looked at mom directly for the first time. I felt a sense of comfort and pride on her face.

She said, “Can you feel the difference Vinay? Just handle them with care.”

I did not know what to reply. I just kept quiet. Masi went on her knees, sitting between us. She took my dick in her mouth, sucking me in long smooth strokes. Mom was enjoying looking at me as masi sucked me. Mom lifted my face by my chin to kiss on my lips.

After licking my dick in few gentle strokes, Masi turned her attention from my dick to lick on mom’s clean, neat pussy. Masi took my hands and kept them on mom’s boobs. In my mind, I could not come to the terms of what was happening. But my body started to enjoy this.

I just kept my hands on them and stood quietly. Masi kept alternating between my dick and mom’s pussy, sucking me and licking her. Before I could understand anything, Mom’s kissing had changed to smooth, gentle sucking on my lips. I did not realize when I started to feel and squeeze her boobs.

Mom moved her hand down to feel my dick in her hands. Masi moved down to lick my meatballs. Mom grabbed my dick, feeling its full length and stroking it gently. Mom caressed my dick knob with her fingers and then slowly moving her hand down to my meatballs.

Masi allowed mom the space to get a first-hand feel of my throbbing dick. Masi gulped back my dick in her mouth, sucking and licking it sensually. Mom moved her hands to my chest, feeling my nipples.

Mom kissed me deeper, taking my lips in her mouth, sucking them. Masi kept her attention on my dick and her pussy. Mom took my hands and placed them on her boobs as she kissed me more passionately. I could not hold back.

I started to feel her lovely boobs, squeezing them gently and rolling my hands around them. Mom slowly pushed me down to her boobs as masi moved to my thighs, licking and rolling her fingers on my ass crack. I sucked her boobs softly and squeezed them one after the other.

Mom kept rolling her fingers on my hairs, and then suddenly, I guess masi sucked mom’s pussy intensely.

Mom moaned, “Ah, Neetu, do it softly, baby.” She moved her hands on masi head as she kept sucking her pussy. I was on her boobs, sucking and squeezing them. Mom pulled me on her back. She relaxed her body on me as I grabbed those lovely melons, again squeezing them.

Masi moved from her pussy, kissing her belly, navel, and to her stomach, licking and kissing her. Mom was going berserk now. She moaned, “Oh, Neetu, this is so good.” Masi moved her mouth to her boobs as I left one of them free for her. Masi licked and sucked her boobs.

Mom pulled my legs as I pushed my dick in her ass crack. She closed her eyes as masi toyed with her boobs licking, sucking, and crushing them. Masi stood up and kept her chin on moms’ shoulder to lip-lock with me. We 3 were feeling each other closely, the heat of our bodies making things hotter.

Our bodies were melting like cheese between hot sandwiches. Masi licked and sucked my lips intensely as mom pushed her hands behind to grab my throbbing dick in her soft magical hand. Masi broke from the kiss and told mom, “I told you didi you will be surprised looking at this size, look at it, oh my god.”

She pulled me and stood in front of them with my dick standing firm and erect. Mom and masi kept looking at it with excitement. Masi held my dick in her hands, stroking it gently. She looked at mom and said, “I had its measure yesterday. I can’t just wait to feel it again.”

Mom told her, “Neetu let’s go to the bedroom.” Masi held me by my dick and lead me to the bedroom. Masi made me sit on the bed. She sat beside me and dangled her boobs on my mouth. She kept teasing me by not allowing me to suck them.

On the other side, mom positioned herself between my legs. She held both my hands tightly, I could feel the warmth of mom’s mouth on my dick. I started to lick masi boobs slowly as she offered me them one after the other. I wanted my hands to be free to play Masi boobs. But mom had held my hands tightly.

She started playing with her lips and tongue on my throbbing dick by just licking it. Masi squeezed her boobs and thrust them into my mouth, making me starve for them, I tried to gulp and suck them, but I could not. Damn it, I wanted them in my hands and mouth.

Mom released my hands as she grabbed my dick in her soft magical hands. Mom caressed her hands on the entire length of my dick, moving to squeeze my meatballs and lick them. Masi sat on my waist as I squeezed both her melons hard and pulled them closer to my mouth.

I could feel tremendous sensations on my meatballs as mom was licking and sucking me like mad. I grabbed masi’s boobs to take them in my mouth. I sucked them intensely, one after the other. After squeezing them a few times, I took her nipples between my fingers and looked into her eyes.

I rolled my fingers on them softly, only to take them between my teeth and nibble them gently. Masi moaned, “Ah, Vinay, slow, they are already swollen.”

Mom moved up from my dick and came behind masi to squeeze her boobs as she kissed her neck and ears. Masi moaned and offered mom her lips as I squeezed masi boobs and sucked them. They broke from the kiss, masi stood on the bed spreading her legs between my face.

I hope you like this part of the story where my mom seduced me for a double delight.To know what happened next, wait for the next part. Mail your comments, feedback and connect directly at [email protected].

Hi Friends, it’s been 2 years since I wrote my last story. Majorly because I was occupied with work and also because of Corona. This time it’s not my real story, but a story of an online friend and her FIL. I found it fascinating. So I thought of penning it down. Writing it in her words.

My name is Rekha. I’m basically from Tumkur but currently working in an IT company in Bangalore. I’m 32 right now, and my stats are 36b-34-36, and I’m brown in complexion. I’m an average looking next door lady from your neighborhood.

This happened 8 years ago when I was 24. I was working in Bangalore at that time, and my parents fixed a guy for me. Within a few months, I was married like a normal Indian girl.

I had my own expectations post marriage. I was a virgin at that time, and I wanted to lose my virginity only with my husband. My in-laws arranged for a grand 1st night, and I had dreams, was happy about it. My husband came in, and we spoke for a few minutes.

Later he said he wanted to sleep. I thought because of the marriage tension, he is not interested today. I also left it. This happened for almost a week. Later, one day, I openly asked him when we would have sex. He said he is not interested in it. I was shocked to hear that.

I couldn’t tell this to anybody in my family as well as his family. I thought I could change his mind over some time. I started wearing sexy lingeries dresses to make him horny. But he never paid attention to me. I got a little suspicious that he might be having an affair and bought a hidden camera.

I placed it in our bedroom before I left for work. After a couple of days, when I opened the videos, I was shocked! My husband was having a gay session with one of his cousins. My husband was licking his cocks and balls. I couldn’t believe what I saw and started crying.

That night I told him that I wanted to talk to him. As usual, he didn’t listen to me and went to bed. I cried the whole night. The next morning when he was coming from the bathroom, I showed him the video. I was expecting him to get shocked, but he was very cool and calm.

He said he is more interested in guys, so he was not interested in marriage. His parents forced him to marry me. I was shocked to hear this and almost fainted by thinking about my fate.

A couple of months have passed by now.  People have already started asking me if everything is going fine. (I hope you understand what it means in a normal Indian family). I couldn’t give a proper answer to them and tried to give some reasons every time.

Now I have to tell you that we live with our in-laws. My MIL often goes to her sister’s house and comes back in the evening. Only my FIL used to stay at home most of the time.

One day I had taken leave and was at home. I was sitting on the hall sofa and listening to some songs. I noticed my FIL going out very often and standing near the door. I thought this is what he does to pass his time. After some time, he went to sleep, and I went near the door.

I was shocked to see that the neighbors’ house was open and that we could see their hall from there. In her 30s, the neighbor lady was sleeping in the hall, and her pallu was wrongly placed. So I could see her cleavage clearly. My 50-year-old FIL was watching this time. I noticed that he had a crush on her.

I thought I needed to use this opportunity at any cost. He woke up in the evening at around 5 PM. I gave coffee to him and sat on the nearby sofa. I started chatting with him casually. Then somehow, I pulled the topic of neighbors.

Then I confronted him that I saw him watching the cleavage of the next door lady. He was ashamed and did not utter a word. I kept asking why he does that at this age. He then told me that my MIL is no more interested in sex. It has been few years since he had proper sex.

I started crying. He sat next to me and asked why I’m crying. I told him that you couldn’t control your sexual desires at this age. Wherein your son is not taking any care of me, where should I go for it. He was shocked to hear it and started probing me what exactly happened.

Then I told him that his son is a gay and not interested in females. He felt really sorry for me and started to console me. Then I politely asked him, “You are also craving for sex, and I’m also craving for it. Why can’t we satisfy each other when our partners are not helping us?”

He thought about it for a while and said this is wrong. But I was in no mood to leave it like that. I kept provoking him that this is the only possible solution, and after a while, he agreed to it.

The next day as decided, I took leave again, and my MIL went to her sister’s house. This time I didn’t want to waste time, and I closed all the doors. I took my FIL to our bedroom, fell on his feet. He touched me on my forehead and kissed me.

That was the first time a guy was touching/kissing me. I was in another world. He started kissing me all over my face. We did a lip lock for almost 5 minutes. In the meantime, he started to press my boobs and my nipples. I removed the hooks and made it easy for him to grope them harder.

He kept groping my boobs while sucking my lips. He kissed my ear lobes, neck and enjoying sexual pleasure for the first time in my life. He removed my pallu and blouse. He made me semi-naked. By this time, he has also removed his dhoti, and I could see his boner. My FIL was no hunk, but I was really horny.

I kept my hands on it and kept pressing. I didn’t know what to do beyond that at that time. He made me lie in bed and started to kiss from my head to my toes. He removed the other half of my saree too in this process and made me fully nude.

He went near my pussy, which was hairy at that time, and started to lick it slowly. I still couldn’t describe that feeling in words, and I was enjoying every bit of it. He kept licking as much as he could. Then after a while, he asked me to suck his cock and removed his inners.

That was the first time I saw a cock. It was black, 6 inches, and thick. I started licking it from top to bottom and went to his balls directly. Kept them in my mouth for a few minutes and sucked them. He pushed me to suck his cock. I did it for the first time, and he kept pushing it further deep into my mouth.

I loved the sex which we were having and was enjoying it. Then he got up and made me lie down in bed by wide opening my legs. He kept his cock near my pussy and applied some saliva on his cock. He applied the remaining on my pussy walls. I was eagerly waiting for this moment.

He gave a gentle push and inserted it slowly. It was painful as I have not even fingered myself before that. He was very gentle and kept pushing it slowly. Told me that after a minute I will enjoy it and I will go to another world altogether.

Yes, as told by him, I was in another world after a minute. He started pushing deeper and deeper. Now I needed more of it. He kept fucking me like that for 10 minutes and cummed inside my pussy. I didn’t want to leave him and crossed my legs around him.

His cock was still inside my pussy even after cumming. We lay down like that for some time and went to bath together. This started becoming a regular affair, and we used to do it even today after 8 years. He is 58, and I’m 32 now.

I guess my hubby knows about it now. He doesn’t care much about it as he is not at all interested in me. In the last 8 years, my FIL connected with the neighbour lady. He was in a relationship with her for 2 years before her family moved to some other house.

Once I saw him fucking her in my bedroom, keeping the door open. I was shocked and sat in the hall till they came out. The lady was very shy after seeing me there. I guess my FIL was planning to get me into a lesbian act, which I was not interested in and didn’t do.

One of my cousins, who was 4 years older, kept asking me why I’m still not pregnant. At one point, I told her the whole story of my husband being gay, and she felt sorry for me. Later she came up with the idea that she will ask her husband to fuck me and make me pregnant. I agreed to it.

He and I had sex in front of her in my bedroom itself. Later on, I got to know that I had some health issues and can’t get pregnant. I was not too concerned about it as I got 2 cocks to enjoy now.

Later in the last couple of years, when I went for an official trip, I ended up having an affair with one of my colleagues. We have met twice so far on such trips.

So, for now, my life is crazy and going good. I fuck my FIL whenever I want. My cousin’s husband fucks me a couple of times a week. And whenever I go out of town, I have a boyfriend to fuck me.

That’s it, friends. Any comments, you can post them here or send them to me at [email protected]. I’m a 36-year-old married Tamil guy now in Bangalore for work. Happy to meet ladies or couples for a ‘No Strings Attached’ relationship. You can read my other story here as well.

My name is Ajit, and this incident is about 4 years Ago revolves around my friend Aniruddha (34) his hotwife Anushka (31) (Names are Changed). They were both happily married couples from Mumbai for about 4 years with no children.

Let’s call my friend Ani. He is a Chartered Accountant who loves his job and is a caring family man. He was the happiest and optimistic guy I knew of. He was there for his friends and family and was always sweet and kind to everyone.

He and Anushka were dating since their college days. They were inseparable love birds for as long as I knew. Ani was a very typical Introvert while Anushka, on the other hand, was indeed conservative, cultural. In fact, a sweet lady, before dating Ani, never dated anyone.

She works as a Human Resource Manager in a reputed Software Company. She was very attractive, her body was perfect from top to bottom. She has that so-called hourglass figure with big boobs and moderate ass along with a feminine voice.

I would rate her a solid 9/10 as per Indian standards, which is great. Ani was an average built Indian guy who was somewhat 6/10 and very nerdy. I was sure that she was always more adventurous to try new things and explore the uncharted world more than Ani.

She even asked him for a trip to Jamaica. But due to their financial status, Ani couldn’t afford it. But they were still happy and loved each other regardless. Every time I met them, I knew they were a match made in heaven.

I even used to envy Ani for a long time for having a wife like Anushka until one-day, things changed for the worse. One fine evening around 7 pm, I was sitting at my home working on my laptop. Suddenly I got a call from Ani. I picked up and answered.

Ani: I need to talk to you (His voice was deeper and intense, and he was breathing heavily).

Me: Hey, why not, brother? Just tell me what’s up.

Ani: It’s about Anushka. I need to tell you this in person. I can’t speak about this on the phone.

Me: Is everything alright?

Ani: Meet me in an hour around 8 pm at the local park, when there is no crowd, I’ll tell you in person.

He cuts the call.

I started wondering what went wrong, but Ani seemed worried and stressed out, something he usually wouldn’t do. I knew something was wrong between them. But I couldn’t put the pieces together. So I just got back to my work and waited for the clock to hit 7:50 pm.

It was 7:45pm. The park wasn’t too far away from where I stay. So I picked up my phone, keys, sweater and left. I reached the park 2 minutes early. Ani was late, so I sat on one of the benches waiting for him.

Around 8:05 pm, I saw Ani heading towards me. It was dark, and we were the only ones in the park. He came up to me with a distressed face such that I knew something was wrong.

Me: Brother, what’s going on? You seem a bit off today. Is everything alright?

Ani: I don’t know how to say this to you. This is something I never expected, even in my most haunted nightmare.

Me: What happened brother, I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.

Ani: Anu, brother, My dear Anu, I loved her so much that I couldn’t believe she would do this to me. Anu is going to cheat on me.

Me: What the Fuck! Ani, you gotta tell me the whole story from the beginning, just calm down, recollect and spell it out.

Ani took some time to take deep breaths.

Ani: This Evening around 6:15 pm after coming home from work. Anu went to take a bath. In haste, she left her phone on the bed and rushed. I didn’t think much and continued to browse social media on my phone. I took a leave today due to my back pain.

Suddenly, on her phone, she was getting some text notifications. I wasn’t planning on snooping on her phone. But when I picked it up to place it next to the bedroom drawer.

I glanced at the screen. I saw an app lock notification that informs you of incoming messages. But it doesn’t show them directly as it provides double security to private apps. Her messenger was locked with that app.

To access the messages, I had to unlock the app lock with a 6 digit unique code. I was having some doubts and felt the urge to take a quick look. So I tried several combinations. I knew Anushka was predictable. So it took me 5 minutes, and 7 tries to guess the passcode right.

It was the date of our anniversary DDMMYY format, to be precise. Now I could see that there was one particular message with a kissy face sent to her and the sender’s name was Ashok.

Aniruddha continues after taking a brief moment to pause. I was getting nervous. My heartbeat was going up at an increasingly fast rate. I had to see what was going on. I deduced what her password was. But what I didn’t know is that I wasn’t prepared to see what I saw next.

Anushka was having some very lewd conversations with her boss Ashok at work. Ashok is a senior manager in her company around 45 years of age. He was sending her extremely inappropriate messages to which she does not seem to resist or ignore.

Things I saw, believe me, I never knew she could accept, Anushka was very conservative and traditional. She was brought up in a religious household with strict parents. A girl like her would never, I refused to believe for a moment, but the evidence was crystal clear.

How could she even do all of this? I scrolled up the messages to the very top. Their conversations began 6 months ago, back in March, When she started working under his guidance.

Her boss Ashok was an experienced philanderer. A rumor I heard from her work colleague during one of her office parties back when I was invited. Back then, their chatter didn’t bother me at all. I knew they were just friends, or atleast I thought so.

But now, he has persuaded my wife to sext and talking about sexual things.

Ani was getting teary-eyed. I put my arm on his shoulder, consoling him to give him the strength to speak out his heart. He continued stating that he had a very short amount of time before Anushka comes out of the shower.

So he scrolled past the messages from the top and down. It seems like the initial 3 months were pretty much professional and straight to the point conversations. But around 3 months back, there were too many messages sent back and forth in the following months.

This is when my wife had become really comfortable with him and responded very casually to all of his flirtatious messages. It was way beyond professional conversation and her character. I took a few photos of the chats on my phone as evidence. I took them as soon as possible. Here take a look.

2 months ago.

Ashok: I loved those oranges you bought today, Anu.

Anu: Glad you loved them.

Ashok: You know there are some more oranges that I would love to have a taste.

Anu: Hmmm, is that so…

Ashok: Yes, I’d love to taste them. Looks delicious to me. So round, firm, and big.

Anu: Ashok, does your wife refuse to give you some of those… ahem… oranges?

Ashok: She gives me, but they are not big enough to quench my thirst. Also, I must confess that yours are juicier and ripe and firm to have a solid grip.

Anu: Hmmm, you know that only my husband can have them. They belong to him. I’m his wife, don’t forget that Ashok naughty boy.

Ashok: Don’t you think he has had enough fun? I think it’s time for you to feed a real man – someone who knows how to handle a woman.

Anu: Is that so?

Ashok: Yes, absolutely come to my office tomorrow after work hours. I’ll show you just what I meant.

Anu: I don’t know. I’ll think about it.

Ashok: Maybe come for a cup of coffee, we’ll just talk nothing more. Unless you want something more than coffee.

These conversations went on for many weeks. After scrolling for a while, what I saw was hard to digest. I came across 3 to 4 pictures of his huge 8-inch dick. He sent them to my wife, who was shocked looking at them. I was in disbelief based on her emojis that she sent back to him.

But so was I looking at his size. But what bothered me the most was that my wife looked at someone else’s dick other than mine, which was an average of 5 inches.

Then there was another pit in my stomach to what I saw next. Anu sent him a picture of her boobs. Luckily, she didn’t capture her face, which could’ve been used to ruin her reputation and career.

Now I was reading into the past month’s chats. I saw that Anuskha and her boss were getting really sexual with each other around this time.

Her boss was openly talking about her boobs and figure, and the most surprising thing was Anushka’s replies to his messages.

Ashok: I love your boobs, baby. Come over, let us have some fun time.

Anu: Don’t say that, Ashok, you know I’m still married.

Ashok: To that loser twat you call your husband. I remember seeing him at an in-office party. I bet he can’t even lift you in his arms. He is weak and can’t fuck you properly to save himself.

Anu: That’s not entirely true, He loves me a lot, and I’m content with it. Even though he is not a solid performer in the bedroom.

Ashok: But I know he doesn’t satisfy you. A woman like you needs to break open her shell and explore her sexuality to the fullest. Rather than waste her life away on twats who can’t handle a real woman like you. He will not even notice a difference when I’m done fucking your brains out.

Ashok: I can see the dissatisfaction in your face Anu, give me a chance; I will fuck you so good. You will no longer need your husband to satisfy you anymore. He can become your provider of bills. I will become the provider of sex.

Anu: You are right, Ashok baby. I agree with you about these things, but I don’t know if I’m ready. I’m still thinking so give me some time. It’s a big step for me.

Aniruddha’s voice was breaking a bit. It was difficult for him to show me what he was about to show next.

Fast Forward to today’s messages:

Ashok: I loved your perfume today. Baby, your smell made my dick super hard.

Anu: So you loved it that much huh, I used them today in lunch break before our meet.

Ashok: Yes, you better Use that on our next office trip to Bangalore.

Anu: I am still not sure about this. I need to think this over.

Ashok: Don’t think too much, baby. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for both of us. He will never know. Also, make sure you take your pills because you know how much I hate condoms.

Anu: Stop it, Ashok, you are making me wet. Let me get into a cab, at least.

Ashok: Once you get back, do tell your twat about the office trip.

Ashok: I have already booked a special suite for both of us. You can’t back down now.

Ashok: We both need more, and this is the only time we will get to share the special bond between us.

Ashok: Let me know by tomorrow, babe.

Ashok: 3 Kissy face Emojis.

End of last Text

I closed all apps and put the phone down, took my phone. I went outside for a walk to clear my head of what I read. I couldn’t believe my eyes what I saw. My sweet, conservative wife saying these things to another man, agreeing to his views and opinions about us.

She doesn’t even sext with me. She never even sent me a nude. I’m her husband, but then again, I don’t ask her for nudes anyway. Here inside, I was feeling jealous, lost, and speechless.

I called you as I didn’t know who else to reach out to based on the texts they sent each other. A few things I knew for sure that Anushka has sent her nude to him. At some point in the workplace had touched him for sure.

She is changing and becoming bolder and more comfortable with Ashok as the day passes. I always knew she was more adventurous, but this is not what I expected from her. They have also planned to take this secret forbidden relationship to the next level by fucking on an office trip behind my back.

I understand now why Anu was being distant and ignoring intimacy with me for the past few weeks. And why she rushed to the bathroom today. She didn’t want me to smell the perfume and doubt her.

I felt hopeless and started doubting myself. I knew my performance in bed hasn’t been good in a long time. In fact, since after the first year of our marriage, I haven’t been able to give her an orgasm.

I understand that a woman, no matter how conservative, has her needs. My limp dick mostly loses erection in 5 minutes. Even though I am a sexual failure, I still loved her as a husband.

To be noted that she was indeed non-resistant to his flirts. She felt the need to have this attention from her boss. But she was still conflicted about her decision to have sex with him. My love for my wife has not vanished completely, but what she does next remains to be seen.

Back to Present:

Ani paused, looking down on the ground. While I (Ajit) stood next to him, speechless for a few minutes taking in and contemplating the sudden turn of events in my besties life.

I told Ani that Anushka has crossed all limits and that we need to be smart here. We can’t approach her directly with those texts. She could declare them fake or made up. We need to gather some irrefutable proof/evidence first. So I told him that we will come up with a plan to catch her red-handed in the act.

This concludes the first part of the story about the adventure of cheating housewife. The next part will be coming soon. Please comment below to share your thoughts. Thank you.

Hi, I am Senthil, 25 years old. This story is about a sexy teacher whom I helped and made her my pet during our college trip.

This incident took place when I was in junior college. Our college had organized vacation for 3 days to Munnar in Kerala. We were to go by bus.

There were some boys and girls. We had 1 male teacher and 2 female teachers who would be accompanying as guides and instructors. One of the female teachers was in her late 40s and the other one was the queen of this story. Her name was Subha.

It’s been two years since Subha Miss had started as our English teacher. She used to teach in school and also in junior college. She is around 24 years at the time of this incident.

Our college has the tradition of teachers wearing sarees. In the very first week of her joining, students had started doing their mischief and were trying to look at her lower hip, her saree fold, and her open back blouse.

Subha Miss looks like butter, with a fair complexion, and with a 34-30-36 figure. Her medium-length dark hair parted to one side added up her beauty and she left her blouse always open at the back.

Guys sitting on the first bench started getting low grades as they were distracted by the single fold in her hip. Some got the opportunity to have a glimpse at her sexy, flawless navel when the wind lifted her saree.

Subha Miss had become the dream girl for many boys and even some professors used to spend their time talking with her, laughing and joking. They wanted to spend time in her company.

Now, coming to the incident, on the day of our trip as our sexy English teacher entered our bus every guy started noticing her new hip chain, which she had presumably added just for the trip.

The boys started murmuring about getting a chance to feel her hip before the trip ends. She sat in the middle entrance of our bus and the journey commenced.

As we reached half-way, the boys started dancing in the middle of the bus. She came to the back seat where I was sitting. I was so thrilled to have every guy’s dream-woman sitting next to me. She was casually enjoying the dance, clapping and encouraging them all.

My hot English teacher was on my right, and I was near the window seat. As the bus kept moving, I started to notice that her saree is flying a bit here and there due to the wind from the window. Her hair was flying onto my face occasionally, which sent me a sharp magnificent scent to my nostrils.

The feel of her arm brushing mine was making me imagine wild kinds of stuff with her. But I had to keep a normal face, as any wrong move would make my college life a hell.

After a while when everybody started feeling the cold wind of Munnar hills, we started wearing our sweaters. My queen lady Subha also wore hers. It really turned me off as I would now miss all the opportunity of feeling her warm skin against mine whenever the bus swerved and jerked. To add to my bad luck, I also lost my window seat.

My English teacher requested me to move as she wanted to see the beautiful sight from the window. I looked into her innocent, big round eyes and couldn’t resist her wish.

When we camped for our dinner in a restaurant and we started again on our journey, all the students began to fall asleep. She started looking for her jerkin (sleeveless jacket) and unfortunately, she had forgotten it in the restaurant itself.

The temperature began to drop, and I saw her rubbing her palms to warm herself up. Then after some time, my teacher began to shiver. Seeing this, I gave her my coat first which she accepted, smiled, and thanked me. But eventually, I too couldn’t bear the cold and started shivering.

She felt guilty and returned my jerkin back and was sitting there shivering in the cold. My evil mind started taking over. I started planning on seducing my vulnerable teacher without anyone knowing.

Me: I am sorry you missed your jacket. I am freezing too.

Subha Ma’am: It’s okay, Senthil. I should have taken care of it instead of having so much fun.

Me: Maybe, but if you don’t mind, you could come a little closer so that you don’t get frozen.

Ma’am (looking around): Somebody may notice and talk bad about it.

Me: Everyone around is sleeping. I assure you no one will know. Maybe we could just hold hands together and my jerkin would cover it.

I took her palm in mine and covered it with my jacket. I did not wait for her answer.

In a few minutes, I felt my teacher getting more comfortable holding my hand. Our bodies began to touch a little. As the bus started and with each hairpin bend, our bodies touching became more pronounced.

Me: Is it better now, ma’am?

Subha Ma’am: Thanks, yes, I feel a lot better now. It was getting freezing cold and my body was freezing.

I “sshhhed” her asking her to speak softly. I looked around and said, “If you let me, maybe I could put my hands around, and you would feel better.

Ma’am: No, it’s, Senthil. You sleep comfortably.

I just held her hands covered under my jerkin and acted as if I was sleeping with a broken heart. But in the next 10 minutes, I could feel her trying to get closer as she couldn’t bear the cold.

I thought this was my green signal and gestured to her to come closer and put my hands around my teacher. She didn’t realize this until she hissed and closed her eyes for a second as my left palm was placed on her side hip.

Before she could react, I put on an innocent face and asked, “Are you feeling better and warm?” All her suffering due to the cold didn’t allow her to push away my hands. Instead, she just looked around to make sure that everybody was asleep.

At that moment, I started feeling like it was our honeymoon trip. My sexy teacher didn’t utter a word. I could feel the tension building up in her body as her student’s hand was around her bare hip. She didn’t want to push it away.

I went close to her and asked, “Ma’am, is everything okay? Are you feeling better now?” She just smiled.

Me: Maybe if I rub a little, you will feel much better.

Saying this, I didn’t wait for her to react and rubbed her hip a bit as if I was warming her up. I looked at her. I knew that she couldn’t resist, and she bit her. Furthermore, I saw that she had the look of a puppy who was given a bone and could not resist biting it.

Me: I never knew that these days you wear a hip chain.

Subha Ma’am (with a stern face): Were you looking at my hip earlier?

Me: Sorry ma’am, it’s inappropriate I know, but I have this habit of looking at shiny things that attract me.

Ma’am: Then you must have also noticed my earring and not only the hip-chain.

Me (becoming a little bolder now, I flirted a little): Sorry ma’am, but your smile didn’t let me notice your earring.

As my teacher blushed, I loosened my grip on her hip, and with my finger, I drew a pattern on her waist and held the chain. She uttered no word but just looked into my eyes with full desire and feelings which she had never felt before.

Knowing that my teacher was now fully aroused, I pinched her hip fold and said, “You do not know what this is doing to your students!”

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Hi friends, en peyar Arun, vayathu 19 aagugirathu. En ethir veetil puthithaaga oru akka kudi vanthu irukiraargal, avargal matum ilamal mama mami matrum kanavan, iru kuzhanthaigal ena kudumbamaaga irukiraargal.

Muthalil antha akkavai paarkum pozhuthu pathini pol therinthathu, aval mugathai muraipaaga vaithu kondu irupaal. Iru kuzhanthaigalai vaithu valarthu kondu oru kudumba penaga thaan kanuku therinthaal. Aval parka velaiyaaga kerala pen pola irunthaal, iru kangalum aairam kaamam pesum alavirku irunthathu.

Unmaiyil avalai neengal neril paarthal udane moodu aagi viduveergal, avalai ooka vendum endra aasai varum. Thinamum avalai motai madiyil irunthu paarpen, aval kuzhanthaigaludan vilaiyaadi kondu irupaal. Athai paarthu rasithu akkavai paarthu irunthen, aval muthal naal ennai paarkum pozhuthu ethum kandu kola villai.

Pinbu aval sirithum ethir parkamal en veetirku vanthu irunthaal, appozhuthu naan udal payirchi seithu irunthen. Udambu viyarvaiyaal nanainthu irunthathu, akkavai paartha udan kaiyum puriya vilai kalum puriya villai. Ulle varungal akka endru solinen, aval vanthu ena pa udal payirchi seithu kondu irukiraaya endru ketal?

Suma akka endru soli vitu udane ulle sendru mel aadaiyai aninthu konden, en ammavidam vegu neramaaga pesinaal. Pinbu kilambum pozhuthu ennai paarthu aadai ilamale nandraaga thaan irukiraai endru solli vittu sendraal. Athai solum pozhuthu en manam akkavai appozhuthe katti pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu vidalaama endru ninaithen.

Aval kangal miga sexiyaaga irunthathu, athai paarthu rasithu konde irukalam pola irunthathu. Iru kangalukum naduvil irukum sticker pottu paarkave avalavu azhagaga irukum, ithu pondru pengalai paarpathe athisayam. Engalukul naduvil kaamam eer padum endru thuliyum ethir paarthathu ilai, aval avalavu pathiniyaaga nadipaal.

Aval kanavan irukum pozhuthu ennai eer eduthu kuda parka matal, aanal kanavan ilatha pozhuthu thaan aval suya uruvam kidaikum. Ivalai epadiyum kalluri padikum pozhuthe niraiya aangal patham paarthu irupaargal endru thondriyathu. Thinamum motai madiyil irunthu en idam pesi kondu irupaal, naanum pesuven.

Pinbu enathu mobile number ketal? Naan koduthen iruvarum nandraaga pesi pazhaga aarambithom. Aval ennai kama aasaiyil paarka aarambithaal, nanum kangalil kamam vazhiya paarpen. Naan veetirku varum pozhuthu etharku un mel aadaiyai aninthu kondai, nee paarkave miga sexiyaaga iurkiraai endru sollinaal.

Naan vetkap patten, pinbu neengalum parka thevathai pola irukareergal endru solinen. Aval vetkap pattu sirithaal, thinamum pesi pesi iruvarum nerukamaaga pazhaga aarambithom, aval kuralai ketkavitaal enaku thukame varathu. Oru murai aval thiruvizha endru solli vitu kilambi sendraal, oru vaaram varave illai.

En kanavilum aval mugam thaan, ennal aval ilamal irukave mudiya villai. Avalai naan kathal seithen, enaku intha vayathil ithu pondru oru pen thodarchiyaaga pesi vittu thidir endru pesamal ponal eppadi irukum endru ninaithu paarungal.

Naan avalai rombavum miss paninen, aval eppozhuthu varuvaal aval ennai eppozhuthu phone seiyuvaal endru thinamum kathu kondu irunthen.

Oru vaaram kazhithu vanthaal, avalai paarkum pozhuthu naan azhuthu viten. Enaku call seithal, muthalil kovamaaga pesinen, pinbu en ivalavu naatkalaaga pesa villai endru keten? Aval uravinargal niraiya irunthaargal athanaal thaan pesa mudiya villai, sorry da endru solinaal. Manam vitu avalidam naan unai kathal seigiren endru patak endru solinen.

Aval sirithu neram amaithiyaaga irunthu vittu naanum thaan unnai kathal seigiren endru solinaal. Aanal avaluku thirumanam aagi iru kuzhanthaigal irukirathu aanal kuthiyil aripu eduthu ennai kathal seigiren endru solinaal.

Naan veetil yaarum ilatha pozhuthu unnai kupidugiren nee vaa endru solinaal, sari endru vaaipukaaga kathukondu irunthen.

Aval kanavan eppozhuthum pola velaiku kilambinaan, aval mamavum veliyil sendraar. Andru mathiya neram irukum, enaku call vanthathu. Udane en veetirku vaa endru kupitaal, vega vegamaaga en sunniyai kazhuvi vittu avalai ooka aasai aasaiyaaga veetirku sendren. Naan varugiren enbatharkaaga kathavai thiranthu vaithu irunthaal.

Naan sendru calling bell adikalama endru sinthu kondu irunthen, atharkul akka enai paarthu vitu kaiyai vaaiyil vaithu satham podathe endru solli en kaiyai pidithu ulle azhaithu sendraal. Ragasiyamaaga mami thungugiraargal satham podalam vaa endru ulle azhaithaal.

Neraga iruvarum samayal araiku sendrom. Ennai kathal udan paarthu irukamaaga kati pidithaal.

Iru mulaiyum en meethu patathu, haaaaaaaaaaaa sugamaaga irunthathu. En kaiyai neraga aval soothil thaan vaithu thadavinen, enaku aval soothu migavum pidikum. Neengal avalai neril paarthaalum aval soothu meethu aasai paduveergal, en ithazhil vaai vaithu sexiyaaga mutham seithaal. Naanum akkavai katti pidithu ithazhil kiss seithen.

Aangila padathil varuvathu pola iruvarum katti pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu kondom, enaku moodu thanga mudiyatha alavirku irunthathu.

Akka sari ippozhuthu veetirku poo pinbu solugiren appozhuthu vaa endru solinaal. Aval mulai methu kai vaithu kanathil oru muthal seithu sari endru solli vittu kilambinen. Neraga kulaiyal araiku sendru sunniyai veliyil eduthu kai adika aarambithen.

Iru murai thaan kai vaithu adithen, suniyil velai vinthu peerikitu adithathu, akkavai oopathu pola ninaithu kai pazhakam seithen. Aduthu eppozhuthu vaaipu kidaikum endru kathu irunthen, motai madiyil ethuvum pesamal iruvarum kangalaal kamathai pesikondu irunthom.

Avalai naan kangalaae karpazhithu irunthen, avalum ennai kama parvaiyil paarthu karpazhithaal.

Aduthu eppozhuthu santhikalam endru keten? Varum veli kizhamai veetil yaarum iruka matargal mami hospital kilambuvaargal. Mamavum mami udan seluvaargal appozhuthu veetil yaarum iruka matargal endru solinaal.

Veli kizhamai vanthathu, naan nangu natkalaaga kai pazhakam seiyamal irunthen, appozhuthu thaan kanju niraiya varum endru kai adikamal irunthen.

Veli kizhamai vanathathu, akka enaku call seithaal naan phone eduthu pesinen. Udane veetirku vaa veliyil yaarum paarkatha pozhuthu vaa endru solinaal. Naan theruvil yaarum irukatha pozhuthu akka veetirkul sendren.

Akka nighty aninthu irunthaal, pachai nirathil nighty aninthu irunthaal. Suma sola kudathu andru aval miga azhagaga sexiyaaga irunthaal.

Sumave moodu aagum athilum aval pachai nirathil nighty aninthu suma jamunu irunthaal. Akka ulle sendrathum kathavai thapal potal, ennai kama paarvaiyil paarthaal. Iruvarum kiss seiya aarambithom, aval ithazhgalai suvaika avalavu suvaiyaaga irunthathu. Ithazhil kiss seithu vittu mulai meethu kai vaithu pisaiya aarambithen.

Akka en sunniyai pidithu paarthaal, nandraaga valarthu vaithu irukiraai endru solinaal. En sunni avaluku migavum pidithu poi vitathu, padukai araiku sendru ennai paduka vaithu en sunniyai veliyil eduthaal, sunniyai pidithu ennai kama parvaiyil paarthu sappa aarambithaal. Haaaaaaaaaa aval vaaikul sunni sendrathum avalavu sugamaaga irunthathu.

Sirithu neram sunniyai urinthu sappinaal, aval vaaiyile sunni vinthu sendru vidum endru ninaithen aanal sunniyai sariyana nerathil veliyil eduthu vital. Nightyai kayatinaal, ippaaa kama padangalil varum pengalai pola iru mulai matrum kuthiyai kanbithaal. En arugil paduthu iruvarum katti pidithu padukaiyil pirala aarambithom.

Aval thaliyil maligai poo vaithu irunthaal, kati pidith aval kunthalai nugarnthen, inba mazhaiyaaga irunthathu. Aunty mulaiyil vaai vaithu sappa aarambithen, iru mulaiyum kaiku adakamaaga irunthathu. Kaambu neendu irunthathu, mulai kaambai vaaiyil vaithu urinthu sappa aarambithen. Thodarum.

This story is based on an episode from Velamma comics which you can read here.

Ramesh didn’t know about the encounter between Velamma and his boss. He was still worried and scared of his boss’s reaction. Velamma giggled as he left to meet his boss.

“Where would men be without women solving all their problems?” she thought.

Ramesh walked into the boss’s chamber, scared like a cat. He never expected his boss to forgive him. Even though Ramesh was moved from the Debt collection department, he smiled, knowing that they would not kill him.

Ramesh rushed back and hugged Velamma from behind. She was washing dishes and turned around to see her happy husband. Ramesh kissed her and said that he was moved from the debt collection department but promoted to Human resources.

Velamma smirked, realizing that her cunt had made the boss more than happy.

Later that day, Ramesh had started his new job. He was in a hotel room with two other women. They were dressed in single piece partywear with half their melons out. More skin was exposed than what had to be covered. It was evident that they were whores, and Ramesh was their caretaker.

“Now, show me what you do to get customers’ attention,” Ramesh said.

“Hey, you, I’ll suck your cock for a thousand rupees,” said one of the women standing up.

But Ramesh was not satisfied with the response. He wanted them to be more seductive. He wanted them to give men an instant boner. He demanded them to showcase their skills. He even agreed to raise their pay if they perform well. One of them quickly kneeled, unzipped him, and took his limp cock in her mouth.

“You like that magic tongue tasting your cock?” She said in a sultry voice.

Meanwhile, the other girl stripped naked and moved towards Ramesh to kiss him. She sucked his lips while stripping him naked. Realizing that his cock was now rock hard and lubricated enough to penetrate either their pussy, the girl who was sucking him got up and pushed him to the bed.

She grabbed his cock and jerked it while directing the other girl to jump on him. She rushed towards him and literally jumped onto his cock held straight by the other girl. Ramesh moaned when her pussy swallowed his cock. She was rather rough. She squatted on his cock, making her breasts jiggle.

Meanwhile, the other girl was playing with Ramesh’s balls. After another fifteen minutes of riding him, she got off his cock. It was now lubricated with her liquids. The other girl grabbed his cock while squeezing his balls and jerked him making him shoot his cum on her face.

Several weeks later. Velamma was busy in the kitchen when Ramesh’s boss Tiny rang her doorbell. Ramesh was out for work, and Velamma was scared. She invited him in.

Tiny conveyed that the mob had decided to finish Ramesh off. Ramesh was handling Fat Mohit, another boss of Ramesh’s women. He was basically a pimp. But Ramesh wasn’t ready to play by the rules, and this got him in trouble.

Velamma was shocked to know that human resources were just a name to mask his job as a pimp. Tiny leaned in and hugged Velamma. He said he cared about her, which was the only reason he came here to warn her.

His rough hands grabbed Velamma’s butt and squeezed them. Velamma knew she would have to return the favor some other time as she rushed out to meet Ramesh.

Ramesh was at a town center high on drinks and other drugs when she found him. He was with two other prostitutes who were almost naked. Velamma spotted two men in suits walking towards her and Ramesh. She could guess they were here to eliminate Ramesh.

“The hitmen! I need to do something!” She whispered.

“How come you guys aren’t celebrating? Join me!” Velamma shouted, walking towards them. She grabbed a couple of bhang and offered them to it. These drinks were infused with certain ingredients that would get a person high.

Who would say no to amazingly curvy women offering drinks? The hitmen immediately poured their drinks down their throats. A few more drinks, and they were as high as Ramesh was now.

Noticing that there was a room at the end of the alley behind the shop where she found Ramesh. She walked with the two men.  In the room, Velamma helped one of the hitmen to settle down at the corner bed. When she turned back to attend to the other man, she was shocked to see him naked and jerking his hard cock.

“If I do these assassins, they’ll crash hard from sex and the bhang. Then I can escape with Ramesh!” She thought

Wasting no time, Velamma took off her saree pallu, exposing her fleshy belly and huge breasts held in her blouse. Quickly she unstrapped her blouse and her bra. Then she loosened her skirt and rolled her panties downwards.

Watching her stripping herself, the second hitman started undressing. Velamma moved towards the bed and spread her legs to welcome them in.

The first hitman slithered between her legs and touched her pussy before pushing his cock in. while the other man grabbed her head and pushed his cock in her mouth

Surprisingly both their cocks were pretty huge and hard. She felt them grow even bigger inside her. She sucked the cock in her mouth vigorously and tasted his pre-cum that was oozing into her mouth. Her tongue rolled against his cock head and licked every drop of pre-cum that was coming out.

Meanwhile, the guy who was pumping in her pussy was just getting warmed up. He started thrusting inside her with all her might making her scream now. His cock was really hard and huge for her. She felt it trace the boundaries of her pussy. But that was not it.

The other hitman withdrew his cock from her mouth and rubbed it all across her face. Then slapped her face with his cock. Watching his friend drill her like a whore, he wanted to get inside her heavenly cunt.

Velamma was now dripping wet. These two cock had made her pussy dripping wet. She got on up and took his cock in a cowgirl position. She squatted up and down on his cock like a whore.

But Velamma never expected the other guy to push his cock in her cunt too. She screamed when he penetrated her. Two mighty cock in her pussy was too much for her.

“Fuck, you guys are splitting me!” She screamed with pleasure and pain.

The double penetration had brought out the sultry version of Velamma. She was enjoying it like a whore screaming for them to pump harder and harder after every thrust. She was close to her orgasm, her cunt gave off her juices, and I dripped down their cock, which were inside her cunt.

As soon as they took out their cocks, she grabbed them and jerked them till they shot their juices on her face. The bhang and the heavy ejaculation had made them tired. She wiped off the cum from her face and walked towards Ramesh, who was at the shop’s front after dressing up.

“I drugged two hitmen that Fat Mohit sent to whack you!” She said, holding Ramesh’s hands.

But Ramesh was confused, he rushed to the backroom to check on the hitman.

“Those two? They are tel-com businessmen from the UK who partied with my girls earlier.” Ramesh said with a puzzled expression.

Velamma stood there shocked, realizing that she just got double penetrated by some puny businessman. She turned around and slapped Ramesh.

You’re quitting this mafia bullshit RIGHT NOW,” she screamed.

To read Velamma episode # 102, ‘Bhaang-ed Up’ click here.

My hotmom prepared dinner and was getting dressed up in her room. Suresh texted he’ll be here in 10 more minutes.

Mom came out and stood in front of me, flaunting her beautiful booty. She was wearing a spaghetti strap sequin cami dress that barely covered her thighs and showed her cleavage in front.

“How do I look?” she asked. I came out of the trance state, hearing her voice.

“You look hot. Do you think it’s appropriate for this situation, though?” I asked.

“Why not? Am I not looking sexy enough to seduce a man?” she asked.

“No, no, you look sexy as hell. But this is just a dinner, not a party,” I said.

“Yeah, I know. If it was a party, I would’ve revealed more skin,” she said.

“No offense, but you’re such a bitch,” I said.

“That’s a compliment, honey, not an offense,” she said and kissed my forehead.

Our doorbell rang. Mom rushed to open the door.

“Welcome, Suresh sir, come on in,” mom said. Suresh handed her a bouquet and hugged her.

“Wow, you look so mesmerizing, Anita,” he said and lifted her hand and kissed it.

“Have a seat, sir,” mom said and went to the kitchen to bring the dishes.

He sat opposite me at the table. Suresh must be around 35, he was fit, probably the fittest staff in our college. Mom came to sit near me, but Suresh held her hand and asked her to sit near him. She smiled and did the same.

“Where is your husband, Anita?” he asked.

“He’s on a business trip, sir. He won’t be home for one more week,” mom said.

“That’s sad. So this beauty is sleeping alone in bed these days?” he asked.

“Yes,” mom said with a fake sad face.

“Your eyes are mesmerizing me, Anita,” he said.

“Oh stop it, sir, I can’t eat if you keep on making me blush,” mom said.

“Then come sit on my lap, let me feed you,” he said.

“Come on, sir, don’t be silly,” mom said.

“No, I’m serious. Come on,” he said. Mom shyly smiled and sat on his lap. Her face was shocked the moment she sat on his lap. I assumed it was his boner that caused this reaction. He fed her with his left hand as he caressed her thigh with his right hand.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” mom asked.

“Of course not, it’s a pleasure,” he whispered slowly into her ears and kissed her neck.

“You smell so good, Anita,” he said and rubbed his face all over her back.

“You smell like a tasty food that tempts me to eat it,” he said and kissed all over her back.

“Let me take the dishes to the kitchen. There is a lot I have to wash now,” mom said and tried to get up. But Suresh grabbed her midriff and made her sit on his lap.

“Don’t you want to eat more?” he asked her.

“No, sir. I’m full,” she said.

“Oh, I thought I could spend more time with you,” he said.

“You can, why not?” mom asked.

“You said you gotta wash the dishes that means you’ll go to bed after that. So I should leave, right?”

“Didn’t you say it’s sad to see a beauty sleeping alone in bed?” mom asked.

“I did. And it really is sad,” he said.

“Then why don’t you give me company?” mom asked. I can’t believe she asked him to sleep with her right in front of me. They both completely forgot I’m in here.

“I would love that,” he said and kissed her neck.

“Now come on, I’ll help you with the dishes. Let’s put this beauty to sleep as soon as possible,” he said and got up.

He helped her in carrying the dishes to the kitchen. He was hugging her from the back and kissing her neck while she was washing dishes. Finally, she finished washing the dishes.

“Good night, Aravind, have sweet dreams,” mom said and went to her room with Suresh. He was having his hand on her ass as they walked in. And I went to my room.

I placed a few cameras and microphones without mom’s knowledge so that I can watch what they’re doing (only if I get bored.) But I decided to watch from the first minute as I was excited.

Mom sat beside Suresh on the bed.

“Sit in my lap Anita,” he said and lifted her by holding her hip and made her sit on his lap. He was kissing her back and slowly removed the strap of her dress. Mom held her breast part of her dress to prevent it from falling down. But he moved her hands and let the dress fall down.

“You got a beautiful pair Anita,” he said, kissing her neck and slowly squeezing her boobs.

He unpinned her bra and removed it. He circled around her both nipples with his fingers and suddenly pressed her nipples. Mom gave a loud moan.

“Now let’s inspect what’s between your legs, shall we,” he said and pulled her dress down completely and threw it away. He pressed her clit with her panty on.

“How long have you been wet down there?” he asked.

“Since you first kissed my hand in the school,” she said.

He slapped her clit. “Address me as sir,” he said.

“Ok, sir,” she replied like an obedient slave.

“Now get on your knees and do your job,” he said after slapping her melons. She kneeled down and removed his pant like a hungry whore that my mom had become. She rubbed his dick over the underwear.

“It’s so huge sir, do you think I can take it?” mom asked.

“Do you think I care? Now start sucking it,” he said.

Mom removed his underwear and held his dick firmly, and felt its hardness. It really was big. She peeled down his foreskin and kissed the head region. He held her head by the hair and forced his dick down to her throat. He let her gag for some time and took it out.

Mom took a moment to catch her breath. But he slapped her and asked her to start sucking. Mom obeyed that without hesitation. Then he made her stand and bend towards the bed and entered her pussy from behind. He held her hair as he rode her in the doggy style.

Slowly he kept increasing the thrust. Mom was moaning so loud that I would’ve heard her noise even if I didn’t place the mic. After 30 minutes, he took his dick out, pushed her on the bed, and came on her face.

Mom was so tired. But he wasn’t. He held her hand and took her to the bathroom. But I didn’t place a camera in there. It took another half an hour for them to come out, so obviously, they would have fucked. They came back to bed and kissed for some time and then slept cuddling.

To be continued.

Hi sex cravers, this is Derek (name changed). I am here to tell you a story about how my bhabhi seduced me for sex. Her assets are 34-30-36. My bhabhi is fair and fleshy in the correct places. She looks like a bomb in western dresses.

About myself, as some of you guys might know, I am 20 years, 5.8 height and 8-inches-long, 3-inch width dick. The heroine of this story is my bhabhi Neha. My brother got married about a year ago and initially, I had no bad intentions on Neha Bhabhi.

We were good friends and it happened that in March my brother went for some business tour and asked me to stay with her in their home. So I went there as my college was closed due to lockdown and was pretty much bored.

We were open to each other so we had a really good time watching movies late at night, roaming around at night, drinking, and playing games.

Since there was no one at home except for the two of us, we usually tended to wake up at 1 pm to 2 pm and spend the rest of the day doing a bit of cooking and experimenting.

I and my bhabhi were very open and comfortable with each other so we shared a lot of stuff discussing the secrets of each other. When the lockdown was announced, we both were at home and bhaiya was stuck in Dubai but he was safe there.

Almost 15 days passed and nothing happened, but y brother’s wife got urges of having sex as she hasn’t had them in about a month.

Usually, my bhabhi wears pajamas and t-shirt in the house but she started changing dresses to small tight crop tops and skirts. I was astonished to see her. I was like damn and asked her, “What’s the special occasion?” She told me to take pictures of her as she was bored as hell.

I acted like a professional cameraman and we started the shoot in the kitchen, bedroom, and other places of the house. After all the pics, she confessed she has a deep desire of having a naked photoshoot but never got any chance to have one.

I was shocked to hear this. I can’t believe what I had just heard so she continued that we both are like good friends so I can have that shoot here in the house as no one’s around and it’s a perfect time.

I replied, “Bhabhiii…”

She interrupted me in between and said, first of all, call me Neha

I said – Okay bhabhi…okay Neha.

I was confused but within a few minutes, she convinced me with her innocent puppy face and looks and I agreed to do it. So to make it look more erotic, I asked her to striptease but in slow-motion and was taking pics.

I stopped her and asked her to pour some chocolate on her body and I took pics of her. My bulge was easily seen in my pajamas and while taking close-up pics it even bumped her head.

So after some intimate pics, my bhabhi removed her undergarments and she was clean shaved. I couldn’t take away my eyes from her body to which she blushed and said, “Concentrate on your work.”

It was such a distraction that I wasn’t able to take pics. So after much trial, we got some good shots and I showed them to her. She was in such an excitement to see it and went to take a bath.

I interrupted her and said, “Why waste the chocolate? Let me lick it completely.” She blushed and went for a bath and came back wearing just a bathrobe. Surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing anything inside. I could see the area of her wet, round, soft boobs that were wet and her nipples poking out of it.

Till then, I was trying to manage my hard-on and was sorting out the pictures and deleting the unwanted/blurred pics. My bhabhi came towards me and sat just next to me touching my body. I could smell her freshness and she told me that she loved the photo shoot.

With a kinky voice, I asked her, “What’s my reward?” and she looked at me directly in the eyes and planted a kiss on my lips.

It was unexpected and I was in a bit of shock. I kissed her back pulling her towards me and we lip-locked for about 10 minutes. We both fell on the bed still lip-locked and it was like for how long we both have been waiting for this moment.

I started licking her boobs and was playing with her nipples and bit them in between. She went nuts having that feeling. She sat and removed her clothes along with my clothes.

Neha bhabhi sat on her knees with her eyes wide open looking at my tool and with a happy face started to lick it and stroke it. I held my bhabhi’s hair and pushed her deep till her throat was striking my dick head. I ejaculated in a while and she drank every drop of it.

I lay her down on her bed and started to lick her pussy with my tongue deep inside her hole and she agonized as I went in deep and further.

My bhabhi released all her liquid within minutes and I started to insert my tool inside. She had such a tight pussy that I feel this bitch hasn’t even been used to her full potential.

I gave a hard push and half of my dick was inside her and she moaned. With a huge force, I inserted my full dick inside her and bhabhi screamed so loudly that I lip-locked her so that her moans don’t reach out to the neighbors.

Neha bhabhi scratched my back while bearing the pain and as she was calm, I started to make movements. I started banging her with full thrust and in a while we changed positions and she was riding on top.

Bhabhi’s melons were bouncing which I squeezed with my hand and started playing alongside them. She ejaculated and was tired but I was still not done so I started banging her in doggy style, holding her hairs. Within 15 minutes, we both ejaculated at the same time.

We both started to kiss each other and slept naked hugging each other with my dick still in her pussy. I woke up in a while looking at her beautiful face and her body.

My dick again got an erection and I started banging my bhabhi while she was still sleeping. She woke up and asked me to go slow as she was mine completely from now on.

Neha bhabhi ejaculated again and sucked my dick to calm it down further. She got weak and she was having difficulty walking as well. We had a bit of snack and made a pack to be naked for a complete week.

I decided to enjoy the moment to the fullest so I started dominating her. I pulled out a chain and tied it around her neck and then to the bed. The next 24 hours will be hell for her.

The rest of the story will be narrated in part 2. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please share your feedback on [email protected]

Based on your feedback I will come up with more of my incidents. Feel free to ping me if you want me to satisfy you on chat.

This is a continuation of my story ‘Valentines Day Activities!’

So I got lucky with my landlady Shruti and neighbors Geeta and Athira aunty. My friends could make out that I had had sex, and they were curious to know about my partner.

On 14th February, Valentine’s day, there was an important submission. So all had come to college except for me. Our economics teacher was very angry at me.

She yelled at me in front of the class, “Meet me after college. I need to teach you a lesson for a late submission. What were you doing, sex?”

I replied, “Sorry, ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

Later, after college, I met our economics teacher, Revati, in her office. But she said she would talk to me in the conference room. While in the conference room, I got a call from Athira aunty, my neighbor. Revati asked me to put it on speaker.

Athira spoke, “Hello darling, Where are you? My husband is coming home tonight, and before that, I want to fuck you. When are you coming home?”

Before I could say anything, Revati ma’am spoke, “Athira, are you cheating on my brother with my student? I will teach both of you a lesson.” and she hung up.

She took me to her place. I explained all that had happened between Athira and me, like an innocent boy and me. She said, “I already knew about you and Athira. That’s why I wanted to have a chat with you.”

“So you want to sleep with me?” I replied.

“You have got it right, darling.”

Revati removed her clothes and pounced on me on the couch. She was a 34-year-old woman with long silky hair. Her kisses were like a dive in the ocean. Entering her was like a walk on a rainy day. We were enjoying each other on the couch just when the Principal arrived and caught us red-handed.

She said, “Revati, this is what you do with your students?”

“Ma’am, he is a good student of mine. And my hubby has a small penis,” Revati replied.

“So does he have a big one? Ask him to come with me to my room.”

Revati looked at me and asked me to go with her. The Principal held me and took me to her cabin, and latched the door. She was a 55-year-old woman with grey hair. She said, “Beta, What did you think? You will fuck a young teacher. I will spare you? I haven’t had sex for 5 years. I will make full use of your body.”

She pounced on me and started fucking me. She was very agile and powerful for an old lady. She fucked me for half an hour until she was exhausted. She then laid on their chair naked and asked me to leave. I dressed up and left while she was naked on her chair.

Without talking much to Revati Ma’am, I left quite embarrassed and reached my home. At 7 pm, Athira aunty came to my home and shouted, “My husband is coming back by 9. Quickly come and fuck me.” She took me to my room and fucked me hard.

Shruti aunty watched us have sex. Athira fucked me for about half an hour until her maid came to tell me that her husband had come home early. Athira aunty quickly dressed up and left for her home. Her maid was still there and saw me naked. She got turned on and came towards me and untied her hair.

I kissed Athira aunty’s maid in the heat of the moment, and slowly we got too close and started having sex. All this while, Swathi aunty, my landlady, was watching us. The maid fucked me for half an hour, and she left for her work. I was too exhausted and did not let Shruti aunty fuck me that night.

The next morning when I went to the college, I was shocked as everyone was paying attention to me. My sex with the principal madame had been recorded and had been leaked. Everyone had seen it.

My female friends were telling me bad things about me for fucking an old lady. To be frank, that video was cringy. The Principal called me to her cabin.

Principal: Sorry darling, yesterday I accidentally recorded our sex, and it got forwarded to my contacts. Now the college trust wants me to come clean on this. For that, they have suggested that we make our relationship public.

Me: But ma’am, we are not in a relationship!

P: Yes, but we can be in one. You are single. I am a widow. We fuck each other!

M: No, I don’t want to sleep with you again.

P: You will have to after I show you a video.

Principal ma’am pulled out her phone and showed me a video of me fucking Athira aunty’s maid. It was recorded by none other than Shruti aunty. I had guilt on my face while Principal ma’am came towards me and started kissing me.

She took me to the assembly hall and started making an announcement. She said, “Students, many of you might have seen my video, but now I want to clarify and make it public that I am in a relationship with one of our students.”

She took me to the center of the stage and kissed me. The crowd started cheering for us, and principal ma’am kept kissing me. She got horny and took me to her cabin.

A crowd was following us, but she did not care. She dropped my pants and started sucking my cock. Then she removed her saree and faced the wall while I fucked her from behind.

We were having sex in the doggy style, and there was a crowd outside her glass cabin watching us have sex. I was very much embarrassed but had no other choice but to be my Principal’s boyfriend.

This continued for a few months, where I had to have sex with the Principal every day. Everyone in the college knew me as the Principal’s boyfriend. But one day, she decided to take early retirement and live in her hometown in Udipi. I have no contact with her since then.

Now I have finished college and working in another city. But my experience with my Principal is always cherished by me.

If you like my experience, please do write to me at [email protected]. You can also read my other story here.

Narrated by Swati

Hi, main Swati. Episode 43 mein aaplogo ne dekha ki kaise maine dubara apne papa ko lubhane ka khel shuru kardi. Maa se chup chup kar papa ke sath badmashiya karne mein mujhe kafi maza aa rahi thi.

Mujhe ye pata chal gaya ki mujhe shorts mein dekh mere papa ko halki uttejna hui thi. Ye baat mere mann mein ghull gayi hai. Ab main aur zyada aur har maoke par apne papa ke sath masti mazaak mein lagi hui thi.

Dopahar ke khane ke beech bhi kai baar meri nazar papa par thi. Par maa ke hone ke karan main koi badmashi bhari harkat nahi kar rahi thi. Khana khane ke baad main apne room ko chali gayi.

Kuch 20 minute baad jab main room se bahar nikli to dekhi ki maa kahi ja rahi thi. Papa living room mein baithe TV dekh rahe the.

Main maa ko poochi: Aap abhi kaha ja rahe ho?

Maa tana marti hui boli: Tumhare tarah nahi jo bas apne bistar par hi padi rahe. Main Mishra aunty ke yaha ja rahi hun, kaam hai.

Main bhi chidti hui boli: Agar main kahi jaun bahar to das sawaal to aap bhi karti ho aur pura pahad utha leti ho.

Maa chidti hui bina kuch bole ghar se nikal jaati hai. Tab main darwaza lock kar living mein baithe apne papa ko dekhi. Woh ab tak mujhe dekh rahe the. Lekin jaise hi main unhe dekhi to woh nazar wapas TV ke taraf le liye.

Main living ko apne papa ke paas gayi aur unke bagal main aith gayi. Papa kuch na bole aur TV par hi nazar lagaye rakhe. Tab main baat chedne ke liye poochi: Waise Amit bhaiya kidhar hai aaj?

Papa: Uska aaj bhi koi interview hai.

Main: Aaj? Kal to kuch nahi bataye woh.

Papa: Haan mujhe bhi aaj subah hi bataya.

Main papa ke baazu par kohni maar kar boli: To matlab main papa ke sath akeli hun ab.

Papa mujhe dekh apne gale se thuk nigal kar bole: Haan, to kya hua?

Woh mujhe dekh rahe the to maine aankh mardi aur boli: Jaise kal raat hum akele the.

Papa nazar wapas TV par lagakar bole: Mmm, to… to kya hua.

Main: Hmm… kuch nahi, bas bol rahi thi.

Papa koi jawaab nahi de rahe the. Mano unhe pata ho ki woh kuch bhi bole main kuch na kuch utpataang hi bolungi.

Main fir unke baanye baah se chipak kar baithi aur boli: Maa kab tak aayegi kuch bataya kya aapko?

Woh bole: Pata nahi bol rahi thi shaam 4 ya 4:30 tak aa jayegi.

Main ghadi ke taraf dekh boli: Hmmm… chalo achcha hai, mujhe mere papa ke sath thoda zyada time milega ab… woh bhi akele.

Papa halke se khaste hue bolte: Akele? Usme kya hai.

Ye kahkar woh mere hatho se apne bazu churaye. Fir mujhe apne seene se satakar pyar se bole: Tumhare liye to mera poora time hai beta.

Main tab sar upar kar bholi aankho ke sath boli: Sachchi?

Papa apne doosre hath se mere gaal ko sahlate hue bole: Haan sachchi.

Main: To na aaj se aap mere kamre mein aake so jao.

Papa achanak se bole: Woh… woh kyu?

Main: Apna poora time dene ke liye, maa ko akele rahne do apne kamre mein, hahaha.

Papa mere naak ko pakad bole: Hat pagali, aise thodi hota hai.

Main: Kyu, kyu nahi ho sakta?

Papa: Nahi nahi, nahi ho sakta.

Main: Kyu, aap hi to bole apka poora time hai mera hai to ab kyu muh pher rahe hai.

Papa: Hahaha, maine waise thodi kaha. Chalo ab TV dekho chup chap.

Papa baat palatna chahte the par main kaha manne wali thi. Main boli: Kyu aap mere sath rahoge to koi pahad toot padega kya?

Papa TV ka remote lekar khud ko wyast dikhate hue bole: Offo, koi pahad nahi tootega.

Main: Haan to kya problem hai?

Papa: Kuch nahi, koi problem nahi hai. Tum ab badi ladki ho bachchi nahi ho.

Main: Haan to badi hun to kya main kya apne kamre mein nangi rahti hun jo aap nahi rah sakte?

Mere is achanak se bole baat par woh hadbadate hue bole: Are, pagali… maine waisa kab kaha.

Main: To? To kyu nahi rah sakte?

Papa: Uff tumhe samjhana mushkil hai.

Main: Samjhaiyena, tabhi to samjhungi.

Papa: Nahi, nahi samjhogi, tumhara badmashi wali dimaag nahi samjhegi, chalo hato.

Aisa kahte hue papa mere kandhe se apna hath hatakar mujhe alag karne lage. Par main bhi ziddi bankar unke seene se apna hath lipat kar chipak kar baith gayi aur boli: Waise bhi papa, aap mere papa hona.

Papa bole: Hahaha, ab kya tumhe us baat par bhi shak hai?

Main: Nahi, agar aap bolo ki main meri maa ki beti nahi hun to manungi par papa to aap hi ho mere.

Papa: Hahaha, kuch bhi. Tumhari maa hi tumhari maa hai aur main hi tumhara papa. Pagal ladki.

Main: To agar aap mere papa ho to…

Main maasoom aankhe banakar boli: To agar main apke samne nangi rahu to bhi kya problem hai waise?

Papa itne hakbaka gaye ke unke hath se unki remote gir padi. Woh hadbadate hue bole: Pro… problem hai, bohut problem hai. Chup raho ab.

Main: Kyu, kya problem hai, aap mere papa hona, aapne koansa mujhe dekha nahi bina kapdo ke?

Papa: Main? Main… maine kab dekha?

Main: Hahaha, jaise ki main to kapde pehanke payda hui thi.

Papa meri baat par hass pade aur bole: Hahaha, pagal, tab tum nanhi si chotu sa baby thi. Ab nahi.

Main jhoot moot ka udaasi shakal banati hui boli: Kyu, main ab aapki nanhi pari nahi hun?

Papa: Are beta, ab tum badi ho gayi ho. Maana main tumhara papa hi hun par jo bhi ho tum ab waise nahi ho.

Main apne hath unke seene se is beech unke kamar ke paas le gayi aur boli: Kyu kyu! Aapko mujhe bina kapdo ke dekh kuch kuch hota hai kya? Hahaha!

Papa: Are baba, tum na ekdam badmash ho gayi ho aur sath hi thodi besharam bhi.

Papa ke muh se mere liye besharam shabd sunn mere andar ek halki si masti phoot gayi.

Main: Main kaise besharam, bataiye to zara?

Papa: Aur nahi to kya? Aise sab baate kar rahi ho.

Main: Waise mere se zyada besharam to aap ho.

Papa neeche mere taraf dekh bole: Kyu? Main kaise?

Main upar unhe dekh apne honto ko dabakar pahle muskurayi aur fir boli: Bataun?

Papa ke mann mein sandeh tha ki main kya bolungi. Par fir bhi unhone poocha: Mmm… haan batao?

Maine apna hath unke god mein lund se thoda upar rakh boli: Aap apne payjame ke andar under wear nahi pehante ho, aur mujhe besharam kahte ho, hahaha!

Meri harkat aur baat par woh ghabrakar uth seedhe peet baithe. mere hath par halke se maar bole: Hat pagal, kuch bhi. Aise nahi karte.

Main: Kyu sach nahi hai kya? Aapne kaha pehna hai?

Woh mere hath ko hatate hue bole: Kuch bhi bolti rahti ho chalo hato.

Woh mujhe mere hath se pakad khud se alag kar diye aur apni janghe satakar baith gaye.

Main unhe chidati hui boli: Huh, khud to besharam bane ghumte hai aur mujhe kahte hai.

Papa: Maine payjama to pehna haina.

Main apni choti dress ke nichle hisse ko pakad besharmi ke sath uthake unhe meri choot se chipki kali panty dikhati hui boli: Dekhiye maine to andar bhi pehni hai aur aap ho yaha jo besharam ho.

Woh seedhe meri choot ke taraf meri panty ko dekhe. Fir aankh meench kar apne hath apne aankho par rakh bole: Uff beta, aise sab nahi karte.

Main ek hath se apni dress rakhi aur fir dusre se unke hath ko pakad unke ankho se hatakar boli: Aap to aise kar rahe hai jaise maine panty bhi nahi pehni ho.

Papa TV ke taraf dekhne lage aur bole: Tum na pagal ho, badi ho gayi par bilkul nadaan ho.

Par main to nadaani ka dhong kar rahi thi. Aur meri nadaani ka natak unke andar sahi asar kar raha tha. Unki dabi jangho ke beech, unke payjame par ek halka ubhaar uthne laga tha. Aur mujhe pata tha ki inhe aur kaise uksana hai.

Main: Waise papa…

Papa achanak se bole: Kuch papa wapa nahi chup chaap baitho ab.

Woh jhut mooth ka gussa dikha rahe the apne awaaz mein.
Main: Offo sunona papa, please.

Papa: Hmm… ab kya hai? Bolo?

Main apni ungli kaatti hui muskurati hui boli: Kal aapne meri panty ko kaha chupaye rakha sara time?

Papa: Chupaye… mujhe to yaad bhi nahi tha. Maine pocket mein rakh li thi fir bhool gaya, baad mein tumhare kamre mein aaya to yaad aaya to tumhe diya wapas.

Main: Achcha… agar maa dekhleti aaj apke payjame mein kisi ladki ki panty to apki halat kharab ho jati hahaha.

Papa: Hahaha, nahi nahi, aisa kuch nahi hota.

Main: Kaise. sochiye agar aapke office jane ke baad apke payjame ko maa dhone lejati to?

Papa: Woh main apne office baag mein rakh le gaya tha. Mujhe bhi darr tha usi baat ka aur tum utthi nahi thi us waqt wapas dene ke liye.

Main unki baat sun hass padi aur fir boli: To matlab aap meri panty ke sath pura waqt sath rahe.

Papa: Kya karu majboori thi.

Main chidaati hui boli: Majboori ya… pasand aa gayi meri panty, hahaha.

Papa muskurate hue bole: Hat, kuch bhi. Mujhe kyu pasand aayega?

Main bhawro ko uthakar boli: Kya pata, mmmm… shayad woh meri pehni hui panty thi to… usi liye shayad…

Papa ke muh mein kuch bolne ko tha hi nahi. Woh meri baat ko nazar andaaz karne ki koshish mein bole: Aisa kuch nahi hai. Tum ab kuch bhi mat bolo.

Papa uthne lage sofe se to main unke seene ko pakad dabakar wapas baithakar boli: Kaha chale?

Papa: Bas apne room ja raha tha.

Main: Kyu?

Papa: Tum bohut pareshaan kar rahi ho hahaha, usi liye.

Main: No, main nahi jane doongi.

Mujhe pata tha ki papa mujhse peecha chura ke bhaagne ke firaak mein hai.

Papa: Are jane dona mujhe, chalo choro.

Main: No, yahi baithiye.

Papa tab bhi zor lagakar uthne lage, aur waise bhi papa ke barabar to meri takat bhi nahi ki unhe pakad ke roku.

Woh uthte hue bole: Tum yahi raho, main jakar aata hoona, chodo.

Par mujhe pata tha ki unhe kaise wapas baithana hai. Main pahle unke kamar ko pakadi aur fir jaan boochkar hath seedhe unke payjam ke samne unke lund par dabochi.

Unka lund payjame ke andar tann chuka tha. Shayad meri baato ka asar tha. Main unke lund ko kapde ke upar se pakad dabati hui unhe wapas sofe par kheech boli: Baithiye yaha, nahi jaane dungi.

Papa kuch bol hi nahi paaye. Us ek pal mein maano unki duniya palat gayi thi. Woh chup chap waise hi aadha khade rahe aur fir turant wapas baith gaye. Shayad unhone socha ki main hath hatalungi. Par main nikli badmaash.

Waise hi payjame ke sath unke tane akaar ko apni naazuk hatho mein pakad unhe dekh boli: Hmmm aise hi baithe rahiye, nahi chorne wali ab main.

Papa: Chalo ab choro baith gaya na wapas.

Main: Nahi, kahi aap bhaag gaye to. Main pakdi rahungi aapko… aise hi.

Papa: Offo, choro beta.

Main kafi dheere se kapde ke beech unke lund ko upar neeche dheere dheere sahlakar boli: Kyu, main nahi chorne wali ab.

Papa to maano honto ko dabakar baith gaye mano unke paas kahne ko kuch mill hi na raha ho ya fir… ya fir unhe maza aa raha tha. Woh wapas TV ke taraf dekh rahe the aur main wapas unke seene par sar rakh baith gayi. Par apni hath unke lund ke upar se nahi chori.

Dheere dheere main apne hatho ko hilati hui kabhi unke lund ko upar aur fir wapas neeche ko sahlati hui unhe aur zyada uttejit karne lagi. Seene par rakhi mere sar par saaf ehsaas ho rahi thi ki kaise unka dill ab tezi se dhadak raha tha.

Sath hi kabhi kabhi unka tana hua sakt lund paijame ke andar se hi meri hatheli par jhatka mar jata. Kuch der baad main bhi samajh gayi ki papa ab mujhe shayad mana nahi karenge.

To maine apni hath thodi si unke lund ko upar neeche sahlane to kabhi dabane lagi. Waise sach kahu to papa ke lund ka akaar mujhe bhi uttejit kar rahi thi. Ek taraf se ye sochna ki kabhi isi lund ne mujhe banaya tha. Woh baat mere andar alag si masti bikher rahi thi.

Unke lund ko sahlate hue ye soch rahi thi ki isi lund ne kabhi meri maa ko chodh kar mujhe banaya tha. Ye soch mere rag rag mein ichcha bada rahi thi. Woh ichcha ki ek baar ise apni aankho se dekh paaun, ek ichcha ki ise apne muh mein le saku.

Papa to maano pathar ban gaye the. To sochi ki ab main hi kuch bolu. Main upar unko dekh poochi: Papa?

Woh tab mujhe neeche dekh bole: Mmmm

Bas ek “mmmm”, mann hi mann mein has padi ki bechare papa ke paas kahne ko sachme shabd nahi the.

Main halki muskaan ke sath boli: Ye aapka ye…. itna bada kyu hai?

Papa aankhe phaad mujhe dekhne lage ki maano maine koi bawandar hi pooch liya ho.

Papa: Ka… kya? Kya bada?

Tab maine neeche ko dekh unke lund ko payjame ke sath pakad kheech boli: Ye papa, apka ye itna bada kyu ho gaya.

Unhone turant mere hath ko pakad usse hata liya aur bole: Offo, tum na kuch zyada hi pooch rahi ho. Hatao hath.

Main: Kal raat bhi woh aise hi bann gaya tha, bataiyena kyu.

Papa: Kal raat, kal kab?

Main: Offo papa… jaise ki apko pata nahi, bhole mat baniye.

Papa: Bholi to tum ban rahi ho. Kuch bhi pooch leti ho.

Tab main papa ke taraf mud kar baith gayi aur boli: Dekhiye mujhe pata hai. Kal raat bhi mujhe pata chal raha tha ki kaise apka woh bada ho gaya mere pakadne se, ab aap chupao mat.

Papa bas mujhe ek baar dekhe aur wapas TV dekhne lage ya fir dekhne ka natak karne lage.

Main: Aap kyu itna sharma rahe hai. Koi to hai nahi aur, to batane mein kya ja raha hai. Waise bhi mere papa se hi to pooch rahi hun, kaonsa kisi aur ladke se pooch rahi hun.

Papa: Tumna bohut zyada pagal ho gayi ho. Mujhe nahi batana ye sab.

Main muh phulati hui boli: Ok mat bataiye, main Amit bhaiya se pooch lungi.

Papa ghabrate hue bole: Nahi nahi, pagal usse mat poochna ye sab.

Main: Kyu main to poochungi, aapko to batana nahi haina, main unhi se poochungi.

Mujhe pata tha ki papa se ye baat hazam to door aisa kuch hone ke bare mein socha bhi nahi jayega. Ki main is bare mein Amit bhaiya se poochu. Aisa to koi bhi papa apni beti ke liye nahi sochega aur yahi hua.

Papa: Dant padegi ab tumhe, kisi aur se ye sab nahi poochna.

Main: To bataiye, aap bataiye warna main Amit bhaiya se hi poochungi.

Papa mathe par sar rakh bole: Offo, ok bataunga par ye galat hai.

Main: Papa, aapke saath mujhe kuch galat nahi lagega aap batao. Saari duniya mein main aapko sabse kareeb maanti hun, aap batao ab.

Papa kuch second chup rahe mano woh bolna to chahte hai par bol nahi rahe.
Main wapas unke kareeb hokar baithi aur seedhe apna baaya hath unke payjame par rakhne gayi. To woh mere hath ko pakad bole: Are… hath hatao.

Main: Aap bata nahi rahe to sochi main zara hath lagake dekhu.

Papa lambi saans chorte hue bole: Huffff… par ye baat kabhi koi aur na jane… samjhe.

Main: Hmmm ok papa, promise.

Papa: Woh usko hath lagane se woh bada hota hai thora.

Main: Thora? Ye thora hai?

Papa: Are matlab, dekho jawab pe sawal mat karo, warna nahi bataunga.

Main: Ok ok, nahi poochungi. Aap batao.

Papa: Woh… use koi hath lagaye na to woh kuch hota hai aur woh thora bada ho jata hai.

Main mann hi mann hass rahi thi ki papa kitne ghabra rahe the aur kya ulta seedha jawaab de rahe the. Woh idhar udhar dekh bolne ko jawaab dhoond rahe the. Jab main hath badayi aur seedhe unke payjame par unke tane ubhaar ko pakadti hui unke lund ko apne hath mein le li.

Woh achanak se uchal pade aur bole: Offo… pakdo mat choro.

Par is baar woh apne hath se mere hath ko nahi pakde. Shayad unke mann mein tha ki main pakdi hi rahoon aur choru nahi. Main use pakad dheere se uske akaar ko apne hath main naapti hui boli: Agar ye thora bada hua hai to kya normaly aapka isse bass kam bada hota hai?

Papa: Huffff! Ab kya batun tumhe. Use choro bhi.

Main unke lund ko chori aur apni janghe thodi si phailaayi. Fir apni baanyi hath se apni dress ke nichle hisse ko upar utha kar rakhi. Fir dusre hath se unke hateli ko pakar apni panty ke upar apni choot par rakh boli: Aap bhi choo kar dekho.

Papa turant apana hath kheech liye. Par main choori nahi aur unki hath pakad kheech unki ungliyo ko panty ke upar se ragadti hui boli: Aap to bachcho jaise sharma rahe hai papa. Main aapki chuyi na… to aap bhi chuo meri.

Papa ab bhi hath wapas kheech rahe the to main boli: I promise papa, main kisi ko nahi bataungi.

Tab shayad unhe thodi rahat mili aur woh apna hath kheechna band kar diye. Main unke hath ko apni choot par rakh chor di. Woh apni ungli wahi rakhe rahe par bilkul na hilaye. Ye ek pal hum dono ki zindgi badalne wali thi, mere hath mein unka lund tha aur unki ungliya meri choot par.

Lekin dono hi kapdo ke upar se.

Main: Papa… ek cheez maangu aapse?

Papa: Ab kya?

Main honto ko kaat boli: Mujhe dekhna hai.

Woh aankhe phaad mujhe dekhne lage aur bole: Nahi nahi, bilkul nahi.

Mujhe pata tha ki unhe kaise manana hai. Main sofe se neeche utari aur fir unhe peet dikhakar khadi ho gayi, sar ghumakar unhe dekhi to woh pooche: Ab kya karne ja rahi ho?

Main unhe waise hi palat kar dekhti hui apni choti dress ko pakad upar uthaayi. Fir apni panty ko utaarti hui jhuk kar unhe apni nangi gand ka nazara deti hui panty nikal daali.

Papa mujhe dekh bole: Tum… tum kar kya rahi ho?

Main panty ko wahi floor par chor wapas baith boli: Ab aap sharmana band karo aur dikhao mujhe.

Ye kahti hui main apni jangh ko khol apni dress upar ki. Aur unhe apni nangi halki balo wali choot dikhati hui boli: Aap meri dekho aur mujhe apna dikhao.

Papa: Par… par Swati ye galat hai.

Ab tak woh mujhe beta bula rahe the. Ab unke muh se Swati shabd se zahir tha ki unke mann mein kuch badlaao aa raha tha. Main unke hath ko pakad wapas usi tarah unki ungliya meri choot ki halki nami wali honto se lagakar boli: Aap choo kar bhi dekhlo.

Woh shyad ab uttejit ho gaye the. Kyu ki is baar woh apna hath nahi hataye. Aur meri choot ki honto par apni ungliyo se dheere dheere kafi dheere choo kar sahlane lage. Aise ki mano koi bachcha dar darr kar kisi cheez ko choo raha ho.

Main: Chaliye ab mujhe dikhao aap.

Main uth kar apne ghutno par sofe par khadi hui aur apni choot par unki ungliyo ko lagakar boli: Aap meri choo kar dekhiye main aapki.

Nadaan banne ke iss khel ka maza hi kuch aur thi. Bechare papa ki to halat kharab ho rahi thi. Aur ab woh kisi bhi cheez par na nahi kah rahe the. Main waise hi ghutno par rahkar thodi jhuki. Aur neeche hath le jakar unke paijame ke naade ko khol dheela ki aur fir kheech kar neeche ki.

Kisi tanne dande ke tarah unka lund bahar mere taraf uchal pada. Isse dekh main itni romanchit ho uthi ki meri jangho ne unki hath ko meri choot par halke se daba di. Main unke lund ko dekh aise muh banayi mano main kisi lund ko pahli baar dekh rahi hun, main boli: Itna bada!

Papa kuch na bole main unke lund ko apne hath mein leli. Aur alag alag dishao mein ghumati hui use har tarf se dekhne lagi.

Main unke taraf sar ghumakar boli: Papa… apka to bohut bada hai.

Meri is baat par papa ke chehre par ek sharm bhari muskaan aa gayi. Aur woh dheere se bole: Ho gaya na, dekh lina, ab band kare.

Main upni hath apne dress ke andar le gayi. Unka hath jo meri choot par bina hile chipki hui thi use pakad aage peeche hilati hui apni choot par ragti hui boli: Aap bhi achche se choo kar dekhona.

Maine apna hath hatali. Par is baar papa apni ungliyo ko hilate hue meri choot ki honto ka anumaan lagane lage. Main us masti mein unke lund ke chamde ko pakad upar neeche hilane lagi.

Woh bhi dheere dheere apni ungli ki zor badate gaye aur mujhe maza aane lagi. Woh meri shakal ko dekh jaan gaye aur bole: Pata hai Swati, ye galat hai… hame nahi karna chahiye ye.

Main: Shhh… aap mere papa hai, mujhe galat nahi lag raha.

Papa: Haan, tumhara papa hun beta, usi liye ye galat hai. Hame ye bilkul bhi nahi karni chahiye.

Main unke lund ko chor kar seedhi uth khadi hui aur fir ghumti hui boli: Aap bas chup raho… ek aur cheez dikhati hun aapko.

Itna kah kar main unhe ab peet dikhakar ghutno par sofe par thi. Mere paaw unki god mein lund ke paas. Main seedhe aage ko jhuki. Unke taraf apni gand dikhati hui ghutno par kutiya bani aur fir boli: Meri dress uthao.

Woh bina kuch bole mere dress ke nichle hisse ko pakad meri gand se utha kar meri kamar par rakh diye. Main apni ek hath peeche le gayi aur apni gand ko pakad phaila kar apni pyari si choti si gand ki ched dikhakar boli: Ye dekhiye.

Papa meri gand ki ched par dekhte rahe mano kho gaye ho aur tab main boli: Haat lagaiyena.

Papa: Nahi, nahi waha sab nahi.

Main: Please papa, main boli na kisi ko nahi bolungi.

Papa kampte hato ko meri gand ke peeche le gaye. Fir ehsaas hua ki kaise unki sakt ungliya meri mulayam gand ki muh par chhune lagi. Sach kahu to ye maza is duniya mein koi aur nahi de sakta. Bas ye sochne mein hi ki mere apne papa meri gand ko choo rahe the, ye baat mujhe ek alag hi maza de rahi thi. Baap beti ka sex kuch alag hi hota hai.

Kuch second baad main palat kar unhe dekhti hui boli: Ek aur cheez bataun papa apko? Kisi ko aap bhi mat baiyega.

Papa: Kya?

Waise to mere papa the woh aur mujhse zyada jante hi the. Par main unke samne ye nadaan aur masumiyat ka dhong kar kafi kuch pana chahti thi.

Main boli: Mujhe na ek cheez aur pata hai jo aapko bilkul nahi pata.

Papa: Kya?

To be continued.