Author: admin

Narrated by Shobha

Hello, main Shobha, pichle baar episode 63 mein aap logo ne meri gym wali kartoot dekhi. Gym mein us ladke ke sath achchi chudayi kar main ek naye din ke liye poori taro tazaa ho chuki thi.

Kareeb 12 baje ghar wapas aayi aur tab dekhi to phone mein 3 miscall padi thi. Pehla Rakesh ka aur fir dusre do uske dost Naveen ka. Naveen ko to aap bhule nahi honge.

Rakesh ke baad Naveen ka call aaya iska matlab shayad Rakesh aur Naveen ki kuch baat hui hogi. Pata nahi ab mere pati-dev mere liye kaonsi agli pariksha rakhe the. Ye janne ke liye Naveen ko phone ki.

Naveen: Hi Shobha, kaisi ho?

Main: Theek hun, tum sunao, kafi busy the kal.

Naveen: Are haan, woh main apni girlfriend ke sath tha to tumhara call attend nahi kar paya.

Main: Koi baat nahi, kyu call kiye the?

Naveen: Haan, woh Rakesh phone kiya tha.

Main: Hmm to? Tumne kuch bataya use?

Naveen: Haan wahi jo tumne use batane ko kaha tha uske alawa kuch nahi.

Main: Good boy, aur?

Naveen: Aur usne plan kiya hai ki aaj tum bank ke manager se milogi.

Main hasti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, bank manager, hmmm, kya naam hai tumhare dusre friend?

Naveen: Tushaar, Tushaar naam hai uska.

Main: Hmm, theek hai is Tushaar ko tumne kuch bataya to nahi?

Naveen: Nahi, kuch nahi bataya. Bharosa rakho.

Main: Hmm, to kaha milna hai use?

Naveen: Hmm woh to poocha nahi. Ek 10-15 minute do main wapas call karta hun poochke.

Main: Hmm theek hai, call karke batao mujhe jaldi.

Iske baad main call kaati aur sochne lagi ki mere pati Rakesh meri loyality test ke peeche kitna bada kaand mujhse karwa rahe hai. Ye soch main uthi aur seedhe nahane chali gayi. Agke 15–20-minute nahakar bahar nikli to Naveen ka miscall tha. Main use wapas call ki.

Naveen: Hello, busy thi kya?

Main: Haan main naha rahi thi, ab bolo.

Naveen: Mmm hmm, kiske ke sath naha rahi thi?

Main: Pani aur sabun ke sath, ha-ha-ha, ab bolo bhi.

Naveen: Haan woh Tushaar bola aaj woh bank manager bann kar tumhare ghar hi ayega.

Main: Ghar, yaha kyu?

Naveen: Suno to.

Main: Hmmm.

Naveen: Ab woh aise to nahi tumhe kahi bhi bula lega na aur yoon hi mill lega. To kuch der pahle Rakesh, Tushaar aur meri conference mein baat hui.

Main: Oh, to Rakesh bhi?

Naveen: Haan, Rakesh ne plan kiya hai ki Tushaar aaj tumhare yaha ayega, pichli baar ke paper sahi nahi hue bolkar.

Main: Hmmm, kab tak ayega woh?

Naveen: Abhi shayad woh tumhare ghar ko nikal gaya hoga. Apne hisaab se tum sambhal lena ab, aur baad mein mujhe batana kya hua.

Main: Ok Naveen, thanks.

Naveen: Are koi baat nahi Shobha, thanks ke badle kuch aur hi de dena.

Main: Ghabrao mat, tum mere liye jo kar rahe ho uski achchi keemat doongi, bye.

Main phone kaat kar sochne lagi ki ye ab aane wala Tushaar kaisa hoga. Nakli bank karya kartao ko nakli bank to mili nahi hogi. Issi liye mere ghar aane ki baat hui hogi. Khair jo bhi hai sab mere pati ki hi to den hai.

Kash ye banda bhi Naveen ke tarah mere isharo pe naachne ko raazi ho jaye. Ye sab soch mein wardrobe kholi aur sochne lagi ki aaj kyu na ek achchi gharelu patni banu. Saari to pehan sakti hun par kafi der lagegi. Ye soch main ek gulabi rang ki suit aur salwaar pehanli, par andar na bra pehni na panty.

Sochi ki us Tushaar ko aaj desi bhabhi ke darshan karaungi. Honto pe gulabi lipstick, mang mein halki sindoor aur maathe pe bindiya lagakar main taiyaar thi. Kareeb 1 baje darwaaze ki ghanti baji.

Samajh gayi ki ye wahi hoga. Aayine mein khud ko tareefo bhari nazar se dekhi aur fir darwaaze ko kholne chal padi. Darwaaza kholte hi samne ek handsome banda khada tha. Height kareeb 5’10 ya 6 feet ke barabar. Naveen se lamba tha.

Mujhe sachme nahi jaanti thi abtak ki Rakesh ke itne handsome dost bhi hai. Jinse usne mujhe abtak milwaya nahi tha aur shayad mujhe bhi dekh uski aankho mein ek alag si chamak daud padi thi.

Main anjaan banti hui poochi: Ji aap kaon?

Woh: Mera naam Tushaar hai, Maxis bank se aaya hun.

Main: Oh ok, kyu?

Tushaar: Woh Mr. Rakesh ka ghar yahi hai na?

Main: Ji haan bilkul. Main unki patni hun.

Tushaar: Oh Namaste, unhone loan ki baat batai hogi na?

Main: Ji haan, aur aapke bank se kal bhi koi aaya tha, naam yaad nahi aa rahi mujhe.

Tushaar: Haan, kal ke paper works mein kuch galtiya rah gayi thi, to main hi aa gaya aapko saari agreements batane ko.

Main: Aap?

Tushaar: Ji main maxis bank ka manager hun. Kyu ki new year ki choutti chalu hai, sare employees chutti par hai to main khud hi aa gaya verification ke liye.

Main: Oh, please andar aaiyiye. Aap mujhe bula lete, main aa jaati bank ko.

Tushaar andar aata hua bola: Aaaa, nahi nahi, koi baat nahi.

Main darwaze ko band karti hui uske peet peeche muskurati hui sochi ki koi bank ho to na bulaye ye mujhe. Fir main use living room ke taraf le jaati hui boli: Please baithiye na.

Tushar: Haan bilkul madam.

Main: Madam bolne ki zarurat nahi hai aapko, waise Shobha naam hai mera, peene ko chai coffee kuch?

Tushaar: Are nahi, thank you.

Main: Aise kaise, kuch to lena hi hoga aapko akhir aap mere liye yaha taka aye jo hai.

Tushaar: Ji…

Main: Mere liye matlab hamare liye, loan ke liye.

Tushaar: Ji haan, woh to mera kaam hai.

Main: Haan to bataiye chai ya coofee?

Main apni honto ko todi thirchi muskaan dekar aage boli: Ya fir kuch aur lenge?

Tushaar: Ji ek cup coffee hi bana dijiye to fir.

Main: Haan theek hai lekin agar aap mujhe ye Ji lagakar bolna band kiye to, ha-ha-ha!

Tushar: Oh sorry, theek hai Shobha hi bolunga.

Fir main kitchen ko chali gayi aur coffee banane lagi. Sochne lagi ki ye banda to apne character mein kafi duba hua hai. Khair achcha hi hai, is khel mein aur bhi maza ayega ab.

5 minute hue aur doodh ubal hi rahi thi jab kitchen ke darwaaze par awaaz aayi: Aapka ghar bohut achcha hai.

Main apne soch-vicharo mein khadi thi. Jab Tushaar ke achanak bolne par mein chaok uthi aur mere haat se chamach neeche gir padi.

Main: Oh aap! Huff, chaoka diya aapne.

Tushaar: Are maaf karna, mujhe awaaz karke aani chahiye thi. Waise aapko bura to nahi laga ki main yaha aa gaya?

Main jhuki aur neeche se chamach uthayi. Aise karne par meri chunari ka pallu ek taraf se neeche sarka aur jab uthi to use mere suit ki gahre kate gale se mere cleavage saaf dikhne lagi.

Main muskurati hui boli: Nahi nahi koi baat nahi.

Tushaar: Woh main bass ghar dekh raha tha ki interior wagayra kaisa hai. Rakesh ji ne housing loan liya haina, renovation ke liye to wahi dekh raha tha.

Tushaar ki nazar bar-bar mere cleavage ke taraf ja rahi thi to main jawaab mein boli: Koi baat nahi, bejhijak dekhiye, jitna mann chaahe dekh lijiye.

Tushaar: Ehh, kya?

Main muskurati hui apni pallu theek kar boli: Ghar, aur kya… ha-ha-ha!

Tushaar: Haan haan, ghar, kafi khoobsurat ghar hai aapka.

Cup mein coffee dalkar use deti hui boli: Thanks, abhi bas loan mil jaye to aur bhi khoobsurat bana denge hum ise.

Jab woh mere haat se cup lene laga to uski ungliya meri ungliyo se sahla gayi. Aur aisa laga woh dheere se cup le raha ho taaki meri mulayam ungliyo ko zyada der chuta rahe.

Tushaar: Waise kisi ne sach hi kaha hai.

Main: Kya?

Tushaar: Ki ghar jitna khoobsurat hota hai utni hi khoobsurat usse sambhalne wali house wife bhi hoti hai.

Main jaan gayi ki woh flirt karna shuru kar diya hai to main sharm bhari muskaan ka natak karti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, aap bhi na Tushaar.

Tushaar coffee peeta hua bola: Mmmm… waah! Kya coffee hai.

Main: Kyu?

Tushaar: Matlab bohut hi lajawaab.

Main: Kyu aapki wife nahi banati aisi coffee!

Tushaar: Aaa, aapko kaise pata ki main?

Main: Ha-ha-ha, ghabraiye mat, coffee lete waqt aapki baayi haat pe anghuti dekhi maine.

Tushaar shayad ghabra gaya tha ye soch kar ki main uske bare mein kuch jaanti hun. To use chidaati hui aage boli: Ghabraiye nahi main kuch nahi jaanti aapke bare mein.

Tushaar: Are haan, meri anghuti, waise main kyu ghabraun?

Main: Ha-ha-ha kuch nahi, waise kya aapki wife itni achchi coffee nahi banati?

Tushaar: Ji nahi, coffee par uski utni pakad nahi. Aap ki coffee bas 100 main 100 hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, thanks… chaliye living mein chalte hai.

Tushaar: Are haan, sorry.

Ye kah kar woh aage aage chala aur main uske peeche, hum living mein jakar baithe aur woh fir poocha: To kitne saal hue aapki shadi ke?

Main: Ji 3 saal hone ko hai.

Tushaar: 3 saal? Sachme?

Main: Ji haan, kyu?

Tushaar: Aapko dekhke lagta hi nahi ki aap 3 saal ki shadi shuda ho.

Main bhawro ko adao ke sath uthati hui poochi: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Aapko dekh ke sach kahu to lagta hai haal hi mein aapki shadi hui ho.
Main: Ye tareef hai ya?

Tushaar: Bilkul tareef hai, aapko dekh ke to koi ye bhi na kahe ki aapki shadi hui bhi hai.

Main sharmati hui boli: Ha-ha-ha! thanks, waise aapki bhi agar anghuti na dekhti to main kabhi nahi jaan paati ki aapki shadi hui hai.

Tushaar: Haan… woh to hai.

Main: Shayad aapki bhi shaadi jaldi hui hai.

Tushaar: Ji haan, woh maa-baap ke dabaaw ke karan karni padi thi.

Main: Oh, to kya aapki ichcha nahi thi shadi karne ki.

Tushar: Nahi aisa kuch nahi, bank mein job milte hi rishte aane lage to fir kar hi liya.

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Aap to aise kah rahe hai jaise aap ab pachta rahe ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha! Ab tak to nahi lekin aapko dekhne ke baad shayad thoda sa pachta raha hun ab.

Tushaar baat baat pe flirt wale line maar raha tha aur mujhe isme maza aane lagi. Waise agar ek gair mard tareef aur flirt kare to mujhe kafi pasand bhi hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, woh kyu?

Tushaar: Thoda aur intezaar kar leta to shayad aapke jaisi koi mil jati.

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Lagta hai aapko meri coffee sachme lubha gayi.

Tushaar: Haan bilkul Shobha ji, aapki coffee bhi aur aapki baate bhi.

Main: Aur main?

Tushar ispar mere taraf dekhne laga to main poochi: Main! Matlab meri coffee aur baate hi pasand aayi kya? Matlab main utni khaas nahi.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha! Are aisa nahi kaha maine. Aap to kafi khoobsurat ho Shobha ji.

Main: Offo, aap na ye ji ji karna band kariye please.

Tushaar: Theek hai to aap bhi mujhe aap kahna band kariye. Woh jab aap mujhe aap kahte ho to mere muh se bhi nikal aati hai.

Main: Ok, Tushaar kahungi tumhe.

Tushaar coffee ki cup table par rakh bola: To fir main bhi Shobha bulaunga.

Iske baad woh apne laaye bag mein se kuch file nikala aur use mere samne kafi gambheerta se padne ka naatak karne laga.

Main: Saare zaruri documents Rakesh ne di hogi na?

Tushaar: Haan di hai na, wahi dekh raha tha.

Main: Kal jo aaya woh fir…

Tushaar: Woh darasal bank mein naya hai, use utna kuch pata nahi. Kal maine paper dekhi to kai jagah jaha aapki sign chahiye waha hai nahi aur jaha nahi chahiye thi waha usne karwaya tha aapse.

Main sochne lagi ki kal to usne mere sath bilkul sahi sahi jagah sign karwaya tha ab ye aur kaha sign karwana chahta hai mujhse. Main aage boli: Oh, mujhe utna pata nahi, usne jaha bola maine sign kar di.

Tushaar: Ye to galat baat hai Shobha, kabhi bhi kisi document par bina padhe sign nahi karni chahiye.

Main: Haan par…

Tushaar: Koi chinta mat karo ab main aa gaya hun na, ek hi baar saari jagah par aapke sign mein le lunga.

Main sochne lagi ki aaj ab iske sath bhi kal ke tarah dubara sign karni padegi, waise isme mujhe koi eitraaz nahi thi.

Main: Achcha hua aaj tum hi aa gaye.

Tushaar: Haan.

Main: Waise bhi mein akeli bore ho rahi thi.

To be continued.

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil en kanavan udan oothu oothu salipu adainthu ilamaiyaana kanavan akka paiyanai eppadi sex seiya vaithen enbathai intha kama kathaiyil ungal idam pagirugiren. En peyar Manju, vayathu 35 aagugirathu, enaku thirumanam aagi iru pasangal irukiraargal.

Naan thirumanathirku munbu sila aangal udan sex seithu irukiren aanal thirumana mundintha piragu naan yaaraiyum oothathu kidaiyathu.

Naan Chennaiyil irunthu oru gramathirku vaaku patu sendren, naan angu sendrathum ennal veru aangal udan pesi pazhaga mudiya vilai. Ingu pazhaginaal kandipaaga maatikoluven endru naan yaaraiyume paarkamal irunthen.

Naan thirumanam seithukonda kanvar padikavilai aanal naan mtech varai padithu irukiren, naan paarka karupaaga irupen athanaal ennai niraiya aangal thirumanathirku otrukola vilai en kanavar ennai virumbinaar. Avaruku thirumanam aagum pozhuthu vayathu 35 aagiyathu, enaku vayathu 28 aagi irunthathu.

Enaku 28 vayathu varai yarum ennai thirumanam seithukola vilai athanaal naanum kanavar padikatha nilaiyil irunthaalum parava ilai avar idam sothu irukirathu endru thirumanam seithukonden. Naan thirumanam seithukondathaal avar ennai nandraaga thaan paarthukondaar aanal ena irunthaalum en manathil paditha oru aan udan sex vaithukola vendum endru ninaithu irunthen.

Intha mana nilai niraiya pengaluku varum thanai vida kanavar oru padi mel irunthaal thaan avargal manathirku avarai pidithu irukum. Ilai endraal pengal manam veru aangalai thaan virumbum, aanal ennal ingu yaraiyum kala kathalargalaaga vaithukola mudiyaathu en endraal ingu naan apadi vaithukondaal maatikolven.

Kala kathal vaithu maatikolvathai vida kala kathal vaikamal irupathu thaan buthisaali thanam endru ninaithu athai seiyamale irunthen. Aanal en kanavan padika vilai endralum nandraaga ennai oopar en kuthiyil thirumanam aagiya puthusil niraiya murai thinamum vinthu vara vaithu irukiraar. En kuthiyil vinthu varamal avar sunniyil irunthu vinthu vara vaika matar.

Aanal naangal oral sex vaithukola matom naan en manaivigal athigam oral sex seiya matargal. Ipadi irukum nilaiyil thaan en kanavain akka paiyan veetirku vanthu irunthaan, avan veetirku varum pozhuthu naan irandavathu kuzhanthai petru irunthen. Ippozhuthu naan paarka sexyaaga irunthen, en iru mulaiyum perithaaga irunthathu.

Antha perithaaga iruntha mulaiyil muzhuvathu paal thaan irunthathu, avanai naan paarthathu en kama unvarvugal ennai thungiyathu. Naan vendum endre avan arugil sendru en mulaiyaal avanai idithen, ipadi nadakum pozhuthu avan konjam thali nindraan athanaal naan avanuku en meethu virupam ilai endru thali nindru viten.

Pinbu sila varudam sendrathu, ippozhuthu naan konjam slim aagi viten kudumba katupadum seithu viten. Ipozhuthu yar ennai oothu kanjai pundaikul irakinaalum enaku garmbam aagathu athanaal naan engu vendumanalum sendru en manathirku pidithavarudan sex seithukolalam. Intha ninaipil irukum pozhuthu kanavar akka paiyan veetirku vanthu irunthaan.

Avan munbu paarthathai vida ippozhuthu sexyaaga irukiraan, avan paarkave semayaga irunthaan. En idam nandraaga sirithu pesinaan, naan oru naal bedroomil irunthen ennai parka ulle vanthaan naan avan vanthathum okaru da endru solinen. Avan udane en thudai urasum padi nerukamaaga amarnthu vitan.

Naan ithai konjam kuda ethir paarka vilai naan munbu ivanai ooka muyarchi seithen aanal ivan  athai niyabagam vaithukondu ippozhuthu enai sex seiya muyarchi seigiraane endru viyanthu poi paarthen. Naanum avauku nandraaga company koduthu pesinen, avan en meethu thudai vaithu urasikonde irunthaan.

Enaku moodu vara aarambithathu, aanal veetil kanavar motai madiyil thaan irukiraar avar entha neram vendumanalum keezhe vanthu vidalam. Ena seivathu endru theriya vilai, pesikonde irukum pozhuthu en kanavar naan ninaithathu polave vanthu vitar. Udane akka paiyan Ramesh thali amarnthu vitan, sila nodiyil mama endru pesikonde bed room vitu veliye sendraan.

Avan ezhunthukolum pozhuthu avan sunni viraithu irupathai naan paarthen, aanal epadiyo en kanavarai avan samalithu vitan. Pinbu naanum veliyil sendru avan udan pesamal veru ethaiyo pesi divert seithu irunthen. En kanavar idam oru velai soli konjam thuramaaga anapi vaithu viten, ippozhuthu naanum Ramesh matum thaan irunthom.

Naan iru da unaku coffee potu eduthu varen endru soli coffee poda aarambithen, Ramesh mama enge selgiraar endru ketan? Naan avar oru velaiyaaga selgiraar thirumba varuvatharku oru mani neram aagum endru solinen. Ithai soliyathum avan kitchenkul vanthaan, en arugil vanthu porumaiyaaga avan sunniyaal en soothil vaithu urasinaan.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa ilamaiyaana sunni niraiya naatkaluku piragu en meethu urasugirathu athum enaku piditha oru idathil urasugirathu. Pengaluku aanga avargalin sunniyai soothil vaithu theithaal thaan athigam pidikum. Avan urasum pozhuthu naan aadamal asaiyaamal apadiye soothai kanbithu nindren. En soothu saree aninthu irunthaal nandraaga theriyum.

Athil Ramesh poolal urasi enaku moodu eatrinaan, pinbu en idupil kai vaithu pidithaan. Naan udane thirumbi avan kangalai paarthen, kangalai paarkum pozhuthu avan en ithazhai paarthaan. Porumaiyaaga en arugil vanthu ithazhil kiss seithu sappa aarambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa ilamaiyaana ithazhagal en ithazh meethu patathu.

Naanum avanai kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seiya aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaa inbamaaga irunthathu. Kiss seithu sappikonde irunthen, en iru soothu meethu kai vaithu thadavikonde ennai kiss seithaan.

En kanavar ithu pola endrum en soothil kai vaithathe kidaiyathu. Ivan padithu irupathaal ivan ithu pola sexyaaga soothil kai vaithal pengaluku pidikum endru ipadi ellam seigiraan.

Kiss seithukonde en sareeyai mele thukinaan, en pudavaiyum mele vanthathu, en pundai theriyum varai pavadaiyai thukinaan. Kiss seithikonde avan sunniyai veliyil eduthu neraga en kuthiyil vaithu irakinaan. Avan sunni en kanavan sunni alavu thaan irunthathu aanal nandraaga virapu thanmai athigamaaga irunthathu.

Athan soothu en kuthi soodai athigarithu enaku athiga moodai koduthathu, Ramesh ennai nandraaga ooka aarambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa endru naan munarinen, naanum avanai kati pidithukonden. Neenda naal kazhithu ilam aanai oopathu unmaiyile oru thani vithamana oru sugam thaan.

En kanavar ivalavu sexyaaga ennai ooka matar, aanal intha ilamaiyaana ratham ennaku athiga sugathai koduthathu.

Naan kangalai moodi okum sugathai enjoy seithen. Ipadi irukum pozhuthu enaku call vanthathu, naan poolai kuda veliyil edukamal arugil iruntha mobile eduthu pesinen. En kanavar koliyil thengai virukum nabar irukiraar konjam nee Ramesh kutukondu udane angu sendru avargai paarthu rate pesi anapu endru solinaar.

Naangal irupathu oru gramathil en kanavaruku sonthamaaga koli irukirathu antha kolliyil thengai etrumathi nadanthukondu irunthathu. En kanavarai naan oru velaiyaaga anapi vaithu viten, athanaal ippozhuthu oopathai niruthi vitu angu sendre aaga vendum endra katayam ear patathu.

Naan Ramesh poolai pidithu veliyil eduthu vitu vaa namaku konjam velai irukirathu koli varai selalam endru solinen.

Ramesh udane avan chelathai pantkul vitu kondu en udan vara aarambithaan, naan avanai mulaiyaal urakionde sendren.

Pinbu koliku sendru angu irukum kanaku vazhakai mudithu anaivaraiyum anapinen, ippozhuthu naanum Ramesh matum thaan irunthom. Ivargal ellam kilambi vitargal endru en kanavaruku sola vilai en endraal appozhuthu thaane naan Ramesh udan koliyil jollyaga ooka mudiyum.

Veetil oothal yar eppozhuthu varuvaargal endru sola mudiyaathu, athanaal koliyil oothal yarukume theriyamal nimathiyaaga ookalam endru ninaithu avanai oru thanimaiyaana idathirku azhaithu sendren.

Thodarum.

Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a story of a newlywed housewife. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for my stories. I am a story writer with many stories published.

About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties).

Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr.

The story will be narrated in the words of the housewife Sindhu.

Coming to the story, I am basically from Kerala. I married Praveen, who was from Bengaluru, and it was an arranged marriage. I had completed my degree in Commerce.

I moved to my in-law house at Jayanagar, Bengaluru, after marriage. I had a great start to my married life with a lovely husband and in-laws. Praveen was a very smart-looking guy and was working in Saudi. He had taken 3 months of leave from work for marriage.

After marriage, Praveen and I enjoyed two weeks of honeymoon in Bali. I was a cute innocent girl and a virgin. Praveen was a sweetheart who took utmost care of me in this new city Bengaluru.

We had sex almost every day. The very first time when Praveen came onto me, I was scared after seeing the hymen blood. The second time I started enjoying the sex. Praveen went 5 rounds with erection gaps filled by foreplay.

I quite enjoyed sex and started thinking of many boys dying to have sex with me during my college days. Few guys have messaged me even after marriage, directly texting to want to have sex with me. I had blocked them all without a second thought.

Praveen was a horny guy who banged me in many different positions and many different wildest sexual practices. Before leaving for Saudi, he promised to take me to Saudi after a few months.

I continued taking care of in-laws. There was hardly much work with maids taking care of the majority of household chores. I started keeping myself busy with games and web series.

I started badly missing the wild sexual stuff Praveen has shown me. I sometimes thought of messaging the boys who had proposed to me during my college days. But I never dared to cheat my loving husband.

I controlled my sexual hunger and was satisfied by hot video calls with Praveen. As days passed, I felt that Praveen’s interest in me dwindled, and he started to get busy. I started watching porn and self-pleasured myself.

One day I came across ISS and read a sex story. I loved the eroticism in reading compared to direct porn. The way they build up the story made me horny. I got addicted to sex stories, reading new stories daily, and masturbating.

My in-laws had to go to their daughter’s house in Kerala. I could not accompany them because they were going to resolve a family issue. I was left alone in Bangalore.

I came across this story from Madhan. My empty head was provoked, and I messaged Madhan on telegram. We chatted for two days. I kind of believed him in privacy and anonymity because of his experience. His formula of fun with no strings and emotional connection was great.

He even told me how deftly he managed another string where the deal was no chatting on personal WhatsApp. Not to be friends on social media, and speak once 15 days or a month on agreed-upon mutual consent.

I felt the formula was very apt to satisfy my sexual depravity. On the third day, we decided to meet. I shared the location of the nearby bus stand, which was around 200 meters from my home. I was waiting for Madhan at the bus stand at 7 in the evening.

Heavy rain started pouring. Madhan reached the bus stand in a cab. The bus stand was desolated, with only another aged lady sitting on the wooden seat. He walked into the bus stand shelter and stood next to me. I had informed him before not to speak anything.

The heavy chilling wind, pouring rain, and a handsome 6 ft tall Madhan standing a foot away from me swept me to the heavens. I had my excitement escalate, and my body was quivering.

The moment Madhan’s razor-sharp eyes met mine, my stomach flipped with butterflies flying. I could not wait any longer. I started walking briskly to my home in the pouring rain.

Madhan followed me a few steps behind. I kept looking back to ensure he is following. I reached home and opened the front gate. I left the gate open for him to enter. The street we stayed in was silent, with all the residents locked inside the home.

I unlocked the main door and turned to find Madhan waiting few feet away from the open gate. I gave a mischievous smile and walked inside the home. I waited on the steps of my duplex house leading to the first floor. The moment Madhan entered the gate, I started to climb the steps slowly.

He looked all around and walked into the house. I signaled him to close the main door, which he did. I walked to the master bedroom and stood. I was wildly excited and was breathing heavily.

I was wearing a transparent saree, and I was completely drenched from the rain. I was feeling too shy and stood facing back to the entrance of the room. The mat of the bedroom became wet from the water dripping from my body.

I could hear the echo of the footsteps of Madhan walking towards me. He stood right behind me, and I felt breathless. The scene was very quiet with only our heavy breaths. Madhan’s cold hand brushed from my palm to shoulder.

The moment his hand touched my skin, I had goosebumps, and my body hairs erected instantly. There was a mirror in front of me. He locked his eyes onto mine through the mirror. I saw that he was drenched fully, and his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

He then closed his eyes, signaling me that he can’t wait. He pushed my hair to the front. He daringly ran his finger over the bare back of the deeply tear-cut blouse with a single string knot. A shiver ran through my body. I closed my eyes and waited for him to continue his tease.

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. His lips just grazed, giving a peck of kiss just below the top string of the blouse. I uttered ‘Ahhh’ unstoppably the moment his soft lips touched my back. He then waited for a few seconds with no action.

He then moved his strong warm hand over my wet tummy and pulled my body onto his body. He pulled my tummy till my sticky wet back was forced onto his wet pants. My ass could feel his huge erection in his pants which he adjusted between my ass balls.

He started slowly started kissing my back. He then wildly kissed all of my back. I started to moan with huge ‘Ahhs.’ I pushed my ass further on his thick dick. His hands moved from the tummy to the inside of my saree. I was wet the moment his lips grazed my back.

He pushed his hand inside my saree and was reaching for my panty. He pushed his hand inside my panty and reached for the pussy hole. He pushed the saree on the shoulder to the floor and continued sucking my shoulders. His hand rubbed on the wet pussy lips and pushed my ass further deep into his hard shaft.

He undid the single thread of the blouse with the other hand. His hands continued caressing my pussy. I was moaning louder now. I could see myself in the mirror with the hands of Madhan inside my panty.

He pulled out his hand from my panty, which was soaked with my cum. He swung me to face him and took his cum filled finger in his mouth, gazing right into my eyes. My boobs and nipples were pushing through the tight wet cream-colored blouse.

He then pushed me to the nearest wall. His lips came close to me. His fingers ran into my wet hair and his breath just over my face. I closed my eyes, his lips touched mine, and he was waiting. I could not control it and started sucking his lips wildly.

I forced my tongue inside his mouth, which he sucked wildly. His hands are clasped against my hands. We were kissing each other for a very long. He then moved to kiss my neck then moved towards the low-cut cleavage, nibbling the visible skin of milky white boobs.

He made me stand with my hands lifted and started sucking underarms over the blouse. My husband never did this. I was moaning louder. I had mixed feeling ‘to push him away and to push him to suck my pussy’. I was moaning much louder.

He then moved his lips to my tummy and sucked all around the tummy with his hands holding my hips firm. He hugged me with his face pushing on the soft, slim tummy. He then sucked and played with my belly button.

I was had reached the climax and felt that I was about to cum. I shouted and cum inside the panty. This was too fast.

Guys, a lengthy story is boring to read. I would love to see comments and feedback to continue removing her saree and putting my tongue between the pussy lips. Thank you, all ISS readers for reading my story about the newlywed Sindhu.

Hi all. ‘My husband made me do it!’ is a real-life experience of one of my old readers. I have previously written a personal experience of mine. Because of it, I’m lucky enough to come across quite a few interesting people. The reader I’m talking about is one such person.

Let me first introduce her to you all. Yes, it’s a lady. After reading my previous story, she was kind enough to give me feedback. She also expressed her interest in sharing her real-life experience and requested if I can write and submit her story on ISS. I, of course, agreed to it.

From here on, the story will be from her point of view. Also, note that I’m only in charge of writing and editing, every detail of the story is her own experience, and I didn’t take any liberty to modify or change it.

First, let me introduce myself: My name is Anusha. I’m 27 years old IT professional working in Bangalore. I’m 5.4′ tall, slim, fair with black hair and brown eyes. I’m endowed with 34C-28-36.

I am married to a wonderful man, and life has been nothing but perfect for us. He’s understanding, funny, caring, and kind. Oh, have I mentioned that he’s an absolute hottie? He’s 6.1′, well-toned. I mean, what else can a girl ask for, right?

My husband has always been an open-minded and non-judgemental guy, so we share everything. So after a couple of months of our marriage, he asked me if I had been with any guy. My life has been quite dull before my marriage.

Although I had few crushes in my college days, it never went beyond that. So my answer to his question was an obvious no. As most of you must have guessed, there is always a ‘but’ in these situations.

I have one such ‘but’ it’s a secret that I’ve never shared with anyone. Our bond has only grown stronger as our new life progressed.

So one day, I have decided to confess my secret to him.

I told Prabhu (my husband) that I kissed a guy and a little more than that. Also, he’s my brother, Anirudh (cousin brother). He was shocked to hear this. I was sweating and shaking a little bit, afraid that he’d judge me and push me away.

Being the sweetheart that he is, he understood my circumstances and didn’t judge me because of my past. I fell in love even more so after this. I felt even closer to him, and our sex life had become much wilder as a result.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the confession or that I don’t have to feel guilty anymore, but I couldn’t care less. We were having the best time of our life. Sex was only getting better.

My husband is much more imaginative and kinky between the two of us. In these few years, I’ve realized that I enjoy being a sub to Prabhu, and likewise, he relishes the control he has over me. I’m always happy to oblige to his whims.

In 2020 lockdown started. We are both into IT, so it’s all about work from home. Our sexual drive increased as we fucked almost every day. It was all fun at first. But eventually, it started becoming a little boring for both of us.

So one day, Prabhu suggested role-plays. It started with us playing roles such as ex-girlfriend and boyfriend, neighbors, teacher-student. As days go by, things have begun to get a lot kinkier.

We started exploring new role-plays, such as me being the maid and Prabhu as the house owner. I started to enjoy pleasing him and making him crave for me. Every foreplay was different.

So one day, he asked me to pick roles. I thought about it for a couple of minutes. I requested if he can play the role of a young college student, and I’m the neighbor married lady. He was surprised at first, but he got excited as it was one of his fantasies when he was younger.

Oh boy, it was one of the best role plays we have ever done. Prabhu fucked me till I got my knees shaking and love bites all over my boobs and neck. Just as role-plays turned into our new normal, something new happened. It was something I never imagined.

I have work-related calls almost every day in the morning. Although I don’t always lead the meetings, I have to pay attention to it to keep up with the project status.

One day while I was attending a call, Prabhu walked over to me and started kissing my neck. I suddenly gave a low shriek. Thank god that the mic was off at that time.

He didn’t stop because of my sudden cry. He continued kissing my neck as I tried to push him away but failing miserably. I eventually let him do whatever he wanted. Prabhu walked behind my back. As I sat on my work chair, he put his hands on my shoulders and massaging gently. It relaxed me.

As I was enjoying his gentle massage, I felt his hands move down slowly into my tee. He started pressing my boobs over my bra at the same time he started kissing my neck. It was very arousing for me. I involuntarily closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair while he worked his magic on me.

A couple of minutes into it, his hands are in my bra, kneading my boobs. And his lips moving between my neck and my ears. Involuntarily I spread my legs, one hand playing with his hair and my other hand on my pussy. I started touching myself over my shorts.

Noticing my actions, my husband pushed down my tee and pulled out both of my boobs. He started pinching my right nipple while squeezing the other. By this point, I’m super wet down south. I slid my hand inside my shorts, touching myself.

For a moment, I forgot I was on a call, and by the time I realized it, we both were deep into the act. A weird feeling hit me at that moment. I’m on a call with more than 5 people. They are oblivious to the fact that I’m half-naked with my tits out and my hand on my pussy. My husband is kissing me right from behind.

It was a weird feeling, but I somehow seem affected, making me even more turned on. I started rubbing my pussy faster. Noticing this, my husband pulled the chair back a little, moved in front of me. He went down on his knees and started sucking my boobs.

All this time, Prabhu never tried to touch my pussy as if he agreed to let me play by myself while he took care of the upper half of my body. It was such a stimulating zone. Too many things are happening. Yet, I didn’t feel anything disharmonious. I felt this is new and stimulating.

In no time, I was on the verge of orgasm. At this moment, my husband held both of my boobs and squeezed them hard. His lips on my neck, switching between kissing and biting. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a moan while I orgasmed heavily.

Before I ruminate over this new experience, I heard my name being called. My husband likewise heard it too. He kissed me and whispered how hot that was before walking away. I was in complete agreement with that. It was too hot.

After that incident, I began craving this kind of stimuli. I wanted revenge on my husband for putting me in that situation. So one day, he was on a call with his manager. I walked to him, signaled him to stand up. He was uncertain of my motives but eventually did as I requested.

In the next moment, I was on my knees, pulling out his dick. When I looked up, I saw Prabhu with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. I was satisfied with his reaction. Not taking my eyes away from his, I started sucking his dick.

Probably because of my actions, he got hard quickly. I can feel it in my mouth, his dick growing harder by the second. Prabhu moved one of his hands on my hair and pushed me to take his dick deeper into my mouth. It reached the point of him fucking my mouth.

He was only using sounds to agree with his manager on call. He was handling it much better than I did. If it wasn’t because my call was on mute, most of my colleagues must have already understood what I was doing. I wanted to embarrass him, so I pulled my boobs out while still sucking his dick.

I started playing with my boobs, squeezing them, pinching my nipples while at the same time being mouth fucked by my husband. He couldn’t take it anymore of my provocations. He pulled his dick out from my mouth with a low grunt. He cum on my face.

I never let him cum on my face. I was surprised by how much I’ve changed in the few days of lockdown. Never in my dreams would I have imagined myself like this.

“I never thought you’d become this slutty,” Prabhu said after he cut the call.

I looked straight into his eyes, my thoughts a mess. We never used dirty talk during sex as I felt it was degrading. Prabhu also never insisted on it not to hurt me. But now, when he used the word slutty it somehow didn’t make me feel upset. On the contrary, it turned me on.

Have I really become like a slut? Thinking back to all the things we did during the lockdown made me confirm it. Suddenly a smile bloomed on my face.

Looking at Prabhu, I said with a teasing voice: “Yes, I’m pretty surprised by myself. Well, I guess I really am a slut. YOUR SLUT.”

Prabhu was taken aback for a second before smiling and help me stand up, cleaned my lips off of his cum, and gave me a deep kiss.

“You are MY SLUT.” he said while he spanked my ass.

After these recent incidents, I realized how much I love this man. I am willing to do anything to make him happy. I also came to a new realization that I love teasing him and make him crave for me.

Thank you guys for taking your time and reading this far.  Please send me feedback to [email protected]. I would love to know if I can make it better for you guys.

I wanted to have a better understanding of how you guys would like it. Should I continue at this pace with more story building and more details or, should I fasten it up? I’ll publish the next part of the story according to the feedback. Thank you again for taking your time and reading.

Narrated by Shobha

Tushaar firse meri taraf dekhne laga to main aage boli: Ab theek hai na bore nahi houngi tumhare sath. Kaam ki baato mein waqt nikal jayega.

Tushaar: Haan haan wahi. Waise aapke pati kaha gaye hai?

Main apne chehre par udaasi ka jhoota rang chada kar boli: Hmmm, bahar gaye hai, Mumbai.

Tushaar: Ohh…

Main: Woh aksar aise hi bahar chale jaate hai kaam ke silsile mein.

Tushaar: Tum kyu nahi jaate to unke sath?

Main: Woh leke nahi jaate, kahte hai woh meeting mein lage rahenge mujhe lejakar bhi koi fayda nahi.

Tushaar: Oh… so sad!

Main: Sad kyu, sahi kahte hai na?

Tushaar: Agar meri biwi tumhare jitni khoobsurat hoti to main hamesha har jagah tumhe apne sath le jata.

Main sharamne ka dhong karti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, tum bhi Tushaar kuch bhi jhoot bol dete ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, nahi bilkul nahi, sach kah raha hun, waise woh kabse gaye hue hai.

Main: Yahi aaj 3 din ho gaye.

Tushaar: Oh no… to tum 3 din se akeli ho is ghar mein?

Main firse udaas shakal banakar boli: Hmmm… haan.

Tushaar: Bura na manna par tumhara pati sachme gair zimmedar hai.

Main: Nahi nahi aisa mat kaho unke bare mein. Waise tumhari baato se tum kafi achche zimmedaar husband lagte ho.

Tushaar: Haan woh to main hun hi. Jo bhi ho aise 3 din apni patni ko akele to nahi chor jata. Aur khaas kar jab biwi agar tumhare jitni khoobsurat hoto koi bhi mard na jaye.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, tum waise kyu bole?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bass aise hi kah diya.

Main: Kahi tum aisa to nahi sochte ki khoobsurat biwi ko akele chor jaaye to koi aur…

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, sahi pakdi tumne. Wahi kahna chahta hun par tumhare prati main waisa kuch nahi soch raha.

Main: Kyu, main khoobsurat nahi hun?

Tushaar: Are nahi… woh matlab nahi… matlab ki tum kafi gunni shishtacharo wali patni lagti ho. Lagta nahi ki aapke pati ke naa hone par koi aap par dore dale aur uski baat ban jaye.

Main sochne lagi ki ye mujhe gunni shishtacharo wali kah raha hai. Agar jaan jaaye ki 2 ghante pahle main gym mein kya gunn wale kaam kar rahi thi to iske saare vichar palat jaaye.

Main aage boli: Hmmm… tum kaise kah sakte ho ye, iska matlab tum mujhpe dore daal rahe ho par daal gall nahi rahi tumhari, ha-ha-ha!

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, nahi nahi, tum bhi na Shobha, main tumpe dore nahi daal raha.

Main apni tang par tang rakh apne dono hath apne ghutno par rakh baithi. Jisse mere baazu ke daabaw ke karan mere boobs aur ubhar uthe.

Main boli: To matlab tumhare hisaab se mujhme dore dalne layak koi baat nahi.

Tushaar: Are Shobha, tum mere har baat ki taang kheech rahi ho ab.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, waise tum har baat par meri tareef kar rahe ho, ye dore daalna hi hua na.

Tushaar: Bilkul nahi, ab taaj mahal ka tareef kare koi to woh shahjahaan banne ki koshish thodi kar raha hota hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, waah… to main tumhe Taj mahal lagti hun?

Tushaar: Taj-mahal to bas khoobsurati ka namuna hai, tum to khoobsurati ki jeeti jaagti misaal ho.

Sach kahu to apni tareefe aur iski flirt mein mujhe kafi maza aane lagi.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, ab kaho kya tum mere sath flirt nahi kar rahe.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab sach kahne ko flirt kahte hai to shayad haan.

Main: Ajeeb ho tum bhi.

Tushaar: Kyu? Ab kya hua?

Main: Ek to shadi shuda ho aur uspar mujh jaisi shadi shuda aurat ke sath flirt kar rahe ho. Iska matlab apne kaam mein tum mujh jaisi shadi shuda client se aksar flirt karte hoge.

Tushaar: Nahi Shobha bilkul nahi aur ye ho bhi nahi sakta.

Main: Kyu nahi ho sakta?

Tushaar: Woh meri koi bhi client ab tak tumhare jitni khoobsurat nahi thi.

Mujhe usse apni tareefe sunne mein kafi maza aa rahi thi. Usse aur bolwane ke liye mein boli: Hmmm… chup raho ab, kafi hua tumhari banaawti baate Tushaar.

Tushaar: Yakeen mano Shobha main sach kah raha hun. Mere bank ke aadhe se zyada client mard hote hai. Aur agar aurat hui to ya to woh 40-50 ki hoti hai. Ya fir aise jinhe dekh pani gale se na utare.

Main: Aur main? Mujhme kya baat dikhi tumhe?

Tushaar: Tum to… ab kya kahu… itna hi kah sakta hun ki meine shaadi kafi jaldbaazi mein karli.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, to matlab main tumhari biwi se bhi khoobsurat hun?

Tushaar: Haan bilkul. Tumhare samne to sabki biwiya fail hai.

Main apne chehre ke samne aaye baalo ko ungliyo mein phiraati hui boli: Aysa kya khaas laga tumhe mujhme?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, lagta hai tumhe apni tareefe sunna kafi pasand hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, nahi nahi, woh bas mere liye abtak kisi ne aisa kuch kaha nahi.

Tushaar: Kya baat kar rahi ho? Iska matlab tum ghar se bahar kabhi jaati hi nahi hogi. Warna sare duniya ke mard kahenge ye baat.

Main firse halki udaasi wali shakal banakar boli: Sare kya, mere to apne pati bhi meri tareef itna nahi karte.

Tushaar: Shayad aapke pati ko khoobsurati ki pehchaan nahi.

Main: Haan, woh to hamesha kaam mein hi rahte hai, aur ghar pe bhi kaam ki hi baate karte hai. Tum bhi aise hi ho kya apni patni ke sath.

Tushaar: Nahi nahi, tumhare pati ki baat sunn kar lag raha hai ki main unse kafi behtar hun.

Main: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Woh ab kaise bataun? Yoon kah lo ki main apni patni ko kafi waqt deta hun. Aur kaam ki baate to bilkul ghar nahi le jata.

Main: Wow! Tum to bilkul adarsh pati ho, mujhe mere husband ko tumhare paas training ke liye bhejni padegi.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bilkul par fees lunga uski tumse.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, le lena… waise agar kaam ki baate nahi karte ho to kiss bare mein baate karte ho apni patni se.

Tushaar: Woh to bahut sare kisse hote hai, uske ghar walo ke, mere ghar walo ke, hamare bhavishya ke aur…

Main: Aur? Aur kya?

Tushaar: Pata nahi woh kahna sahi hoga ya nahi.

Main: Kya… bolona.

Tushaar: Galat mat samajhna, par sex ke upar bhi baate hoti hai.

Main jhooti sharam muh par lakar apne haato se muh chupati hui boli: Sex par?

Tushaar: Haan… pati-patni ke beech to ye sadharan hai.

Main: Par mere pati uspar utni dilchasbi nahi dikhate.

Tushaar: Ohh… banda kafi alag hai matlab.

Main: Hmmm.

Tushaar kuch der papero ko dekhta raha. Shayad use pata nahi tha ki ab baat aage kaise badaani hai to mujhe hi pahal karni padi.

Main boli: Waise… ek baat poochu?

Tushaar: Haan kyu nahi, poocho.

Main sharmati hui apne haato ko ragadne lagi mano main kuch poochna chaahti hun par kafi Sharma rahi hun.

Tushaar: Pooch Shobha, lagta hai tumhare mann mein aisa kuch hai jiss bare mein tum kisi se kuch kahti nahi.

Main: Woh… tum aur tumhari patni… uspar kya baate karte hai?

Tushaar samjah gaya par meri jhooti sharam dekh woh bola: Sharmao mat Shobha, saaf shabdo mein poochlo jo bhi poochna hai, main kisi se nahi kahunga.

Main: Woh… sex par… kya baate hoti hai tum dono ki?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, woh… woh sex ke tareeke… waqt… mood… ek dusre ki pasand…wagayra.

Main anjaan hoti hui boli: Tereeke matlab?

Tushaar: Positions.

Main: Positions matlab?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, Shobha, tum sachme kafi sahaj naari ho. Tum jitni khoobsurat ho utni hi bholi bhi.

Main: Offo… bataona… kya hai positions?

Tushaar: Kamasutra ka naam suni ho?

Main: Woh to koi ashleel kitaab ya film haina.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, nahi nahi… kamasutra ek paorani granth hai jisme insano ke sambhog karne ke kai tareeke diye gaye hai.

Main: Oh, aisa bhi kitaab hai?

Tushaar: Haan, usme kai sare kareeb 1000 positions hai. Unhi ki baate.

Main chaokti hui boli: Ek hazaar!

Tushaar: Haan, ha-ha-ha!

Main: Ok… aur ek dusre ki pasand mane? Bhala usme kya ab pasand karna?

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, achcha ek baat batao agar galat na samjho to.

Main: Haan poocho.

Tushaar: Tumhare pati ya tumhe sex mein kya kya pasand hai.

Main firse sharmane ka dhong karti hui hasne lagi aur boli: Hatt, ye main kaise bataun. Aur hoti bhi kya hai batane ko?

Tushaar: Batao to, sharmao mat, tumhare sawaal ka jawaab tumhare dene wale jawaab mein hi hai.

Main: Hmmm… ok… ek dusre ko gale lagana, choomna aur woh.

Tushaar: Woh kya, batao to.

Main: Offo tushaar, mujhe sharm aa rahi hai.

Tushaar: Ye batao woh tumhare andar kaise ghusate hai.

Main aankhe chaodi kar muh par hath rakh boli: Oh, tum aise kaise bol sakte ho.

Tushaar: Ab tum itna sharma rahi ho to fir kya karu? Ab batao.

Main: Woh… woh… woh mere upar aakar dalte hai aur hilte hai aur mere andar chorne ke baad woh thak ke so jate hai.

Tushaar: Aur?

Main: Aur! Aur kya… ho gaya na?

Tushaar: Sach kahu to tumhare pati ko kafi pitaayi ki zarurat hai.

Main: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Agar Mercedes ki gadi khareedoge to use maintain bhi to karna padega.

Main: Gaadi? Ye kya matlab.

Tushaar: Agar tumhare jaysi itni khoobsurat patni use mili hai to use tumhara khayal bhi to rakhni chahiye na.

Main: Hmmm… to tum kya aise nahi karte jaise mere pati karte hai?

Tushaar: Bilkul nahi…

Main: To fir?

Tushaar: Ek dusrese uspar baat karte hai… ek dusre ko kya pasand kya nahi uspar baat karte hai aur sabse eham baat… ek dusre ki santushti.

Main: Hmmm… ab to tumhare tarah mujhe bhi kahni padigi ki meine jaldbaazi mein galat aadmi se shaadi karli.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, woh kyu?

Main: Kuch nahi, bas sochi ki kash mere husband tumhare tarah hote. Waise tumhari patni in sab pe khul kar baate kar leti hai kya?

Tushaar: Haan, bilkul. Ek baat to hai meri patni ki. Bhale woh tumhare jitni khoobsurat na ho par use sex kafi pasand hai. Aur woh us bare mein kafi khul kar baat karti hai mujhse. Ek mard hun to mujhe sex to pasand hi hoga aur iss karan hamari sex life kafi achchi chalti hai.

Main apne chehre par sharam aur danto se nichle honto ko kaat boli: Jaise ki… kis tarah ki baate woh kar leti hai tumse, bataona.

Tushaar: Jaise ki… khoob sari kisse hote hai.

Main: Hmm, koi ek kissa aisa bataona jo shayad tumhe lage main bilkul nahi jaanti.

Tushaar: Hmmm… ok… kabhi… anal sex ke bare mein jaani ho?

Main bilkul anjaan banti hui boli: Enal? Woh kya hai?

Tushaar: Main jaanta tha ki is bare mein tumhe kuch nahi pata hoga. Par dekho bataunga lekin galat mat samajhna mujhe.

Main chaahti bhi thi ki woh ab mujhe anal sex ke bare mein samjhaye. Mujhe iss pavitra patni ke nautanki mein ek alag hi masti aa rahi thi.

Main boli: Nahi nahi, main hi pooch rahi hoona, tum batao.

Tushar: Mard jab apna woh aurat ke peeche ghusata hai to use anal sex kahte hai.

Main chaokti hui boli: Peeche matlab.

Tushaar: Tumhari gand ki ched mein.

Main hass padi aur boli: Ha-ha-ha, waha kaon karta hai ye sab, chee.

Tushaar: Kabhi ki ho?

Main: Nahi!

Tushaar: To fir tum use chee kaise kah sakti ho.

Main: Ganda hai woh usi liye.

Tushaar: To saamne kya woh ganda nahi?

Main: Woh… woh to…!

Tushaar: Haan haan, bolo kya woh ganda nahi?

Main: Theek hai theek hai, mujhe nahi pata ye sab. To kya tumhari patni ko woh pasand hai?

Tushar: Bohut, meri patni ko sex mein sab kuch pasand hai. Anal to uski favourite hai aur shayad ye pahli baar hai jab ham 4 din ho gaye aur hamne koi sex nahi kiya.

Main: Kyu, kya hua?

Tushaar: Woh new year ke chutti par apne dosto ke sath Goa gayi hui hai.

Main: Goa? Tumhare bina?

Tushaar: Haan! Isme kya hai. Hum kafi independent couple hai. Ek dusre par aisa koi rok tok nahi lagate ki ye na karo woh na karo.

Main: Wow! Ab to sachme mujhe lag raha hai ki mere pati ko tumhare paas tuition bhejwani padegi.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bilkul jab woh aaye to bhej dena. Loan ke sath classes bhi de dunga.

Main sharmati hui boli: Waise… unke aane se pahle bhi tum… kisi aor ki tuition le sakte ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab woh kaon hai.

Main honto ko kaat boli: Main!

To be continued.

I am Saurabh and I am 19 years old, currently studying engineering. Due to the lockdown, I have my lectures online. I have an average body and a good-looking face (or that’s what my friends tell).

The other character in the story is our maid Neha. She is of the same age as mine. She is the next beautiful thing that I have seen after the Taj Mahal.

Our maid has a curvy body that no one can stop admiring. Also, her boobs are round medium-sized but the one thing that stands apart is her ass, she has a big-big ass. Neha was too traditional that she always wore salwar kameez.

Now, coming to the story. After coming to our house, our maid Neha would do the dishes, wash clothes and dry them up on the terrace.

She was studying ITI course so she used to ask me her doubts in her academics. It was our daily routine too. She used to do household chores and then come to my room which was next to the terrace. I would solve her doubts. For this purpose, I also had her number and so, we used to chat a lot and became good friends.

One day, when our young maid was drying the clothes, I got to see her boobs through the cleavage of her kurti. I don’t know why but the kurti she was wearing had a deep-cut, maybe due to an on-going fashion trend.

When I saw our sexy maid’s cleavage, suddenly I started having a very different feeling which I never had before. From that day onward, whenever she came to me for clearing her doubts, I just couldn’t resist checking her juicy boobs and big ass out! I got horny whenever she was near me and soon, I really wanted to fuck Neha hard.

But then there was a problem. I didn’t know if she wanted it too. So I started to plan on how to fuck our maid. Initially, I touched her hands intentionally but showing like it was unintentional.

Days passed like this. I was touching her and staring at her big ass. But nothing more was happening. Then I decided to change my plan. I started touching Neha’s boobs, her ass and pretended as if it was unintentional.

One day, I decided to show Neha my dick! For that what I did was, I kept the room door open knowing she would directly come inside. I pulled my dick out of my pants and started rubbing it. And my plan worked! The maid girl came to the room unaware of my plan and saw me playing with my dick!

As soon as she saw me like that, she was shocked and she rushed out of the room and directly went home. Now I knew I had planted a little seed of having sex with me inside her. All I needed to do now was to water the seed and let it grow.

From the next day, I continued with my touching but this time, it wasn’t only me who was horny, she was also being aroused by my act but was trying to hide it. I continued with my teasing for some more time and I also rubbed my erect dick on her once or twice as of it was totally unintended.

Things now started working my way. The maid was slowly but surely getting into me. She also started encouraging me by accidentally putting her hand on my dick, wearing deep-cut kurti and tight leggings which would show her big ass. Also, she intentionally would not wear her dupatta when she was near me.

Now it was the time as both of us were desperate to fuck each other. But no one had the courage to initiate it. It became very hard for me to control myself and I took the initiative and kissed her one day. And luckily, she responded in a positive manner because she also wanted it. As it was our first time, we were very excited.

Now I was kissing her so madly like it was gonna be my last kiss. Neha’s lips and my lips interlocked like they were made to be fitted like that. We were kissing very passionately.

Then I put my hand inside her leggings and started rubbing her pussy. We both were enjoying it. It was a totally new experience for us. I was rubbing her pussy while kissing her. Her pussy was completely wet.

As I was rubbing her pussy, the horny maid started moaning, “AHH…AHHH..YESS..FASTER..FASTER..MORE FASTER.. AHH….AHHH….AHHHH…. YES….YES..OOOO..FUCK ME..FUCK ME… ”

Then I pulled my hand out and lowered her leggings. I lowered her panty as well. Then I laid her on my bed. Neha still had her kurti on and I was fully clothed. Now she was lying on the bed without leggings. I saw her wet pussy. I felt like it was calling me to come and eat it.

Without wasting time, I started licking my hot servant’s pussy. The aroma around her pussy was turning me more and more on.

I put my tongue inside her pussy and started licking and eating it. Neha was pressing her boobs and moaning, AHH..AHH..YES..YES..OOO..COME ON SAURABH..FASTER..FASTER…AHH…AHH..OHHH YOU FUCKING..AHHH..AHHH..”

Neha continued moaning and pressing her boobs. I put my two fingers inside her pussy and started fingering her. She was moaning very loudly now. My room was filled with her moans and the aroma of pussy.

Soon, Neha was reaching her orgasm, “YES…YES…FUCK…FUCK…I AM CUMMING…I AM CUMMING…YESS…YES..” and she released all her juices all over my face. To be honest, they tasted very very good.

I licked all the juices over her pussy and we started kissing again. This kiss was more passionate than the first one, we exchanged our saliva. It was an extreme pleasure.

Then she put her hand over my erect dick from outside my pants and started rubbing. It was a heavenly experience. After rubbing for some time, she lowered my pants. As she was about to pull my dick out, my mom called me for some work! And all of a sudden, the heavenly experience and pleasure stopped and I had to rush down.

Neha also got a call from her mother as she was late that day. She also had to go home. Our fuck session ended without completion. She got satisfied but I didn’t. And now we don’t know when will we get another chance.

Stay tuned for part 2 of the story which will bring more drama, more sex and more excitement. Do let me know your feedback and suggestions at [email protected]

Do comment if you liked the story. Thank you for reading.

Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en sonthakaara 19 vayathu pennai eppadi sex seithen enbathai ungal idam pagirugiren. Vaarungal kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar muthu vayathu 22 aagugirathu. Naan ippozhuthu thaan college padithu mudithen, naan college padikum pozhuthu niraiyai kama kathaigal padithu kai pazhakam seiven.

Ennal kai pazhakam seiyamal oru naal kuda iruka mudiyaathu intha nilaiyil irukum pozhuthu thaan en athai veetirku vanthu irunthaargal, aanal avargal suma vara vilai oru maatham engal veetile thangivitu sela vanthu irukiraargal. Avargal ooril etho kalavaram endru anaivaraiyum kavalargal pidikiraargal endru engal veetil vanthu thangi irunthaargal.

Athaiku ore oru pen irunthaal avaluku vayathu ippozhuthu 19 aagugirathu, athavathu pinju pazhuthuduchu endru artham. Naan avalai munbu paarkum pozhuthu siru pen pola irupaal aanal ippozhuthu naan paarkum pozhuthu oru nimidam apadiye urainthu poi viten endru kuda solalam. Aval oru sexyaana nadigai pola irunthaal.

Aval aninthu vanthu iruntha karupu nira chudithaar avalavu sexyaaga irunthathu iru mulaiyum gumunu thukikondu irunthathu. Athai anaithaiyum vida aval ezhuthu thani eduthu vara sendra pozhuthu avalin soothai paarthen.

Iru soothum perithaaga sexyaaga irunthathu, intha vayathile ipadi soothu virinthu irukirathu endraal kandipaaga ival matter potu irupaal endru therinthukonden.

Ilamaiyaana pengalai soothai paarthu avargal sex vaithu irukiraargala ilaiya endru kandu pidithu vidalam. Athai vanthu engal idam naangal oru maatham ingu thaan thanga porom endru solinaargal, naan manathil ninaithukonden apada apo jollyaga Reshmavai sex seithu enjoy panalam endru thitam poten.

Reshma en idam muthalil pesa vilai naan thaan avalidam sendru ena padikiraai pinbu siru vayathil paarthathu ippo nandraaga valarnthu vitai endru solinen.

Aval naan soliyathum vetkap pataal, pinbu naangal nerukamaaga pesi pazhaga aarambithom. Oru veetil thaane irukirom athodo ore age pola thaan irupom athanaal naangal ondraaga irupathai yaarum santhegap patave ilai. Naan pesum pozhuthu adikadi en kangal aval mulaiyai thaan paarthathu, enaku aval mulai athigamaaga pidithu poi vitathu.

Naan aval mulaiyai paarkiren enbathu avaluku therintha oru vizhayam thaan, aanal aval kandukolamal enidam nandraaga pesi pazhaginaal. Naan aval kaiyai pidithu pesa aarambithen, iruvarukum lesaga appozhuthe thee patra aarambithathu. Naangal anytime ondraagave irunthom, ipadi irukum pozhuthu andru iravu ondraaga amarnthu sapitom.

En thudaiyum aval thudaiyum ondraaga otikondu thaan irunthathu, iravu paduthu urangum pozhuthu naan suvar ooramaaga paduthen, udane Reshma en arugil paduthu vital aval arugil athai paduthu vitargal. Ipadi irukum pozhuthu en amma engalai paarthaargal, naan udane kangalai moodi apavi pola uranginen.

En amma athai arugil paduthukondaargal, appa motai maadiku sendru paduthu vitar. Sirithu neram kazhithu en kangalai thiranthu Reshmavai paarthen aval enani paarthukondu irunthaal. Naan sirithen, avalum ennai paarthu sirithaal.

Oru mani neram aagiyathum athai matrum amma uranga aarambithaargal. Mani iravu 12 aanathu ippozhuthu naan muthalil edutha udane en kaiyai aval idupu meethu vaithen.

Reshma aval kaiyai en kai meethu vaithaal, naan avalai nerungi paduthen, en sunni viraithu aval thudi meethu patathu. Avalai kati pidithu oru kaalai thuki aval meethu poten, aval pundaiku mele en kaalgalai potu avalai kati pidithen.

Pinbu kaiyai porumaiyaaga thadavikonde aval mulai meethu vaithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa mulaiyai enal muzhuvathum pidikave mudiya vilai.

Avalavu perithaaga irunthathu, athai pidithu thadavum pozhuthu sema moodaga irunthathu, kandipaaga Reshmavum moodaga thaan irunthu irupaal, veetil anaivarum irukum pozhuthe oru penin mulaiyai pidithu pisaiyum sugam irukirathe athu pola veru ethume varathu. Jolyaga kai adithukondu irunthen, pinbu avalai kiss seiya aarambithen.

Naan kiss seivathai vida Reshma nandraaga kiss seithu sappinaal, mulaiyai pisainthukonde kiss adithen. Pinbu kaiyai keezhe eduthu sendru aval kuthiyil vaithu thadava aarambithen, enaku aval kuthiyai thadavuvathu migavum pidithathu aval kutai pavadai aninthu irunthaal. Athanaal naan kutai pavadaiyai thuki kuthiyil kai vaithen.

Penty aninthu irunthaal atharkul kaiyai vitu kuthiyai thadavi sugam thara aarambithen, viralai ulle vidum pozhuthe avaluku pundaiyil neer suranthu irunthathu. Reshma kaiyai pidithu en sunniyai veliyil eduthu pidika vaithu lesaga adika vaithen. Aval sunniyai pidithu lesaga adika aarambithaal, pinbu naan mulaiyai veliyil eduthu athai sappinen.

Ivaluku intha siru vayathile mulai kaambu perithaaga neendu irunthathu athai sexyaaga sappi suvaithen. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa ithu pondru oru chance en vaazhkaiyil kidaikum endru naan sirithum ethir paarkave ilai.

Mulaiyai sappi vitu aval kaathu ooramaaga sendru en sunniyai sappa solinen, aval udane en sunniku thalaiyai eduthu sendru azhagaga sappa aarambithaal.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaa inbamaaga irunthathu, ithu pondru sugathai naan ippozhuthu thaan muthal muraiyaaga anuba vaikiren. Nandraaga sunniyai sappinaal, naan aval thalai meethu kai vaithu naai kuti thadavi tharuvathu pola thadavikoduthen. Sunniyai urinthukonde sappinaal pinbu avalai bathroomku vara solinen.

Naan muthalil sendren, pinbu en pine Reshmavum vanthaal aval vanthathum avalai irukamaaga kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu aval mulai matrum soothil kai vaithu nandraaga thadavinen.

Pinbu aval kutai pavadaiyai thuki kutha vaithu aval kuthiyai naka aarambithen. Reshma moodu thangamal en thalaiyai irukamaaga pidithu kuthiyai en thalaiyai vaithu azhuthinaal.

Naan en naakai pundai ootaikul vitu vitu eduthu nandraaga naku poten, pinbu naaku potu muditha udan avalai cow nilaiyil vaithu pundai meethu sunniyai vaithu lesaga theithen. Sunniyal pundai meethu vaithu theikum pozhuthu pengaluku moodu varum endru kama kathaiyil padithu irukiren. Athanaal ipadi seithen athu avaluku pidithu irunthathu.

Aanal avaluku porumai ilai endru thaan sola vendum aval kuthi meethu sunniayi vaithu theikum pozhuthe aval sunniyai pidithu aval pundai ootaikul vital. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sunni irukamaana oru pundaikul irangiyathu, aanal ooka ooka irukam theriya vilai. Reshma sexy soothai pidithu nandraaga matter poda aarambithen.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa kutai pavadaiyai thuki vitu matter adikum sugame oru thani sugam endru thaan sola vendum.

Avalin soothai vatamaga pidithu matter adithen, porumaiyaaga oothu sugathai anuba vaithen, jollyaga irunthathu. Ipadi oothukonde irukum pozhuthu reshamum en udan sendru vegamaaga sothai munum pinum asaithu oothu aval pundaiyil vinthu vara vaithaal.

Pundaiyil vinthu vanthathum en sunniyai pundaikul irunthu veliyil eduthu vital, pinbu naan avlaai oomba solinen. Kutha vaithu poolai oombinaal sirithu neram oombi vita piragu nan sunniyai irukamaaga pidithu adika aarambithen. Kanjai engu viduvathu endru theriya vilai vegamaaga kai adithu kanju varum pozhuthu Reshma vaaikul kanjai irakinen.

Kanjai vaikul vitathum Reshma athai sappi kudithu vital, ini thinamum kanjai vaaikul vida vendiyathu thaan endru ninaithukonden. Unmaiyil vinthai vaaikul irakuvathu evalavu sugamaana oru vizhayam endru theriyuma. Kanjai vaaikul irakiyavargaluku matum thaan theriyum ithil evalavu sugam irukirathu endru.

Nandraaga poolai oombi sutham seitha vaithu pinbu avalum naanum ondraaga paduthu uranginom.

Naan thinamum Reshmavai iru murai ore naalil oothen, ipadi oru maatam muzhuvathum avalai oothu anuba vaithu aval meethu irukum sex aasaiye verukum varai avalai oothu thirupthi paduthinen. Pinbu en kama thevathai ennai vitu neenda thooram sendraal.

Aduthu ethavathu function vaithaal appozhuthu thaan avalai ooka mudiyum, en tamil kama kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku nandri, vanakam.

It was unnaturally dark that night, and Mrs. Anand appreciated it. The shoreline she was walking on was suspended above the black watery void that danced back and forth hypnotically. The cool sea breeze sent shivers down Mrs. Anand’s spine. She did appreciate it, though.

The chill breeze provided a momentary distraction from her thoughts. The things she had planned to do today would push her firmly past the point of no return. Set against a small enclave part of a massive cliff were Mrs. Anand’s destination, a large bonfire and a series of huts.

Just the sight of those hazy dancing lights in the distance sent her heart racing. She picked up her pace, restraining herself from breaking out into a sprint. She pulled on straps of her scandalous yet uncomfortable beachwear as she walked. She did not feel pain but vulgar, delirious pleasure.

The bonfire in front of the hut cast dark shadows of writhing figures sprawled everywhere around the beach and the hut. While quite a distance away, she could make out what those figures were doing. A bitter, pungent smell assaulted her first. She drew nearer towards the coupled chaos.

She could hear faint moans and gasps rise above the crackling flame or the crashing waves. Her body was already sleek and wet by the time she arrived at the bonfire, eagerly devouring the scene there. The writhing twisting figures, bathed in the warm light of the complicit bonfire, were embraced in passion.

Each was enjoying the shameful display of lust and desire with no concern, their faces hidden in colorful masks. It was a sinner’s masquerade. There was no modesty here. No norms. No conditions and contracts and vows. Ever since she had gotten her first taste, she had wanted to come back. Her body demanded it.

A glint caught her eye as her wedding ring reflected the erotic light of the bonfire. She had hidden this ring in each of her previous shameful escapades. But not this time. Her lover had promised a more addictive game, one that required that ring.

In Mrs. Anand’s mind, carnal desire triumphed over everything else. Hidden in the deep shadows were other people, watching the debauchery shaded in bright orange hues. As Mrs. Anand and her ring approached the bonfire, those hidden started to murmur and talk.

Some even whipped out their cell phones to capture this folly. The ring might have given her true identity away any other time. But for the first time, Mrs. Anand wore no mask. Her curly auburn hair, her long, pale face, and her large, brown eyes naked and exposed for all to see.

Many times she had come here, she had been playing a role. Not anymore. She wanted to come here. She wanted to enjoy this sinful experience, not as someone else, no cosplay, but as Mrs. Anand, the plain, married suburban housewife. She was probably too old to be doing something like this.

In the age of the internet and social media, this was a death sentence. A single upload, image, or video would destroy the life she had built for herself so far. But she didn’t care. Not anymore. She was ready to throw all of it away for that sweet taste again.

Undisturbed, she would drown herself in a sea of endless pleasure and lust. Out of many that watched her stroll across the beachfront, one gaze, in particular, followed her with unmasked, animalistic lust. She felt her heart race as the bonfire removed the veil of darkness that masked his face.

Her young lover had introduced her to this incredible world of pleasure and lust. He stood in front of her, muscular and bronze, his youthful face, his eyes wild with hunger. She reached to embrace him. He dodged her embrace before reaching in for a deep kiss.

“You want to do…,” she had barely the time to start before he shut her up with a kiss. His hands reached behind to give her a tight squeeze. As their tongues twirled and swirled inside, intertwined in their dance, his hands gently moved up her body, sending electric shocks through her spine.

He grabbed her breasts tightly, groping them with force, a mere plaything to him. His fingers slid inside her swimsuit and circled her nipples. Pleasure-like waves reverberated throughout her body, each part reacting in its particular way.

She felt her nipples stiffen, her pussy moisten. Little moans escaped whenever her lover stopped his assault on her mouth. He buried his face into her hair, taking deep breaths, enjoying her sweet scent, kissing and nibbling on her neck.

His arms snaked their way down again, showering her body with gentle caresses and occasional light teasing pinches. “Ahh,” was her only response as she felt him insert his fingers inside her. Over multiple days he had explored every nook, every corner of her body.

Now, he knew which areas to attack. His left hand rubbed the insides of her thighs while his right curved upwards towards a particular spot inside. Oh, how could she resist this pleasure while her body was on fire? When her mind was melting inside with pleasure?

Her lover turned her head to face his. His eyes twinkled, his face twisted in a mean smile. He whispered, “O, look how you are getting off, in front of everyone here. Don’t you think they deserve a show?” He kissed her again and forced her down.

She showered his toned body with kisses as she danced and weaved down towards her shorts. As her body swayed left to right, gazes behind her followed her dance, their eyes oscillating with the rhythm. Their stares enticed her further, and by the looks of her lover’s manhood, him too.

She playfully pulled down his shorts, his cock fully erect, quivering, waiting for her touch. She knew how to play around too. She knew what excited him, what made him moan and shiver. She took his cock in her hands and caressed it. The crowd behind her shuffled around to get a better view.

She kissed his manhood, rubbing it at the same time. She could see the tip quiver, wet with pre-cum. She licked the tip, tasting the bitter honey. Oh, this taste always switched her on. She could not wait any longer. She took the thing in her mouth and moved up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her hands were massaging his balls. “Look up, woman,” he said. She looked up, ecstatic to see him enjoying himself so much. If he enjoyed her performance, she would be rewarded. She picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down, up and down.

She could his face scrunch up in concentration, holding on as long as he could. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat, forcing his cock as deep inside as possible, releasing a torrent inside her throat. She fought against the reflex to gag. She was still learning how to do that and slowly moved away from him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She opened her mouth to show her lover the mess he had left inside her mouth. She swallowed his seed and stood up. He pulled her closer for a sloppy kiss, his hands reaching back down towards her thighs.

As his finger entered inside her again, he whispered, “Do you want to continue here?” It was phrased as a question, but she knew it was not. She could never say no, especially to him. He had opened the door to a world with unparalleled pleasure and wanting and had asked for nothing.

She could do nothing but repay him with obedience and subservience. “Yes, master,” she panted. His face lit up in a grin, contemplating this latest development. “Good, Let’s give them a hell of a show, my dearest.” He pulled her in for another kiss, his hands reaching around the back, pulling on her top.

Her breasts, big and mature, popped out from their restraints, eliciting some hoots from the crowd. Her lover moved his focus to her neck and ears, nibbling on them, while his hands groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her body and mind were bombarded with constant pleasure.

It was more sensitive than before. Now, with her inhibitions down, she let her enjoyment show. Her gasps of pleasure moans soon filled the air, peppered in were little comments of enjoyment and advice.

But he did not need advice, he who had mastered her body. “You are not calling me master anymore,” he whispered. So he did enjoy it, she thought to herself. “Yes, master,” she groaned, dipped in pleasure. Both parts of her swimsuit were now on the ground, her body fully exposed to the elements and the crowd.

She could see the crowd was enjoying it as well. She could make out quite a few men with erections. Few couples were making out their eyes on her. “Look, how everyone is enjoying themselves. It’s all because of you, my dear. Aren’t you happy to entertain so many, help so many?” he said.

“Yes, Master!” Something, hard and hot, pressed against her butt. “Master, you are already,” He smiled as he inserted his penis inside. A moan, louder than any before, escaped from her as her body accommodated his penis.

Large, throbbing, and hot, it reached deeper than all her previous lovers had managed before, especially compared to her husband. She tried to ignore the lingering feeling of gloom that had taken root at the thought of her husband.

What was it? That negativity? Shame? Regret? Betrayal? Would he feel the same if he saw her like this? She could only imagine his reaction if he were here, watching her get ravaged by someone else, as strangers devoured her with their eyes, some even recording her.

Would he be aroused by the filthy moans exploding out of her, by the deranged look on her face, contorted in pleasure? By the way, her master fucked her with no respite? Would he get aroused by the knowledge that he could never offer her, provide her with the pleasure she needs that she gets from this man?

This stranger, years younger than the both of them? Oh, she needed to know. Her body responded in kind. She wanted to know. She needed to know. She just had to know. The pleasure she was feeling multiplied as her imagination ran wild in her head.

Thousands of different reactions raced through her head, each only strengthening the pleasure. He would stand there and watch, a dark voice inside her whispered. He would stand there with tears in his eyes as he would reminisce pathetically about the good old days.

How would he react if he knew the whole story? How her lover had ravaged and thundered her, threatening to destroy everything she had built. The storms had awakened something inside her, something she had tried to hide, to conceal.

Still, with every subsequent visit, every encounter, it had only grown stronger. It poisoned her mind, lit an unquenchable fire in her soul that he only kept adding fuel to. How she finally realized that her husband had failed her, as her man. So here she was, her body embraced by another man.

A stranger’s voice to murmur sweet nothings into her ears, another hand to disrobe her, to touch and caress, to lick and kiss and bite. No one else could satisfy her now, only her master. The pleasure she had felt back then, even in the beginning when he was ‘rougher’ with her.

It was something she had never experienced with her husband. She had hated him then, and she had hated herself. For feeling something, for enjoying it, for betraying her husband’s trust, for wanting to feel that sensation again.

That desire to lose herself became unbearable as days passed untouched and unwanted. Her husband did not seem to understand her troubles. His attempts to cheer her up only made her remember the man that had hurt her.

She had to reach out to him again, one last time, to forget what he had done to her, to move on from what had happened. That was when she fully became his, the truth she had always known made clear to her. There was no going back. There was no normal anymore.

She had been ensnared, and she wanted to be captured. Her master had always exceeded her expectations, each meeting showing her something new, exciting, something more perverse than she could have experienced if she were stuck with her husband.

Her body burned with desire. Glistening sweat and a strong sea breeze did nothing to cool it down. Her master had not slowed down yet, continuing to fuck her. There was no stopping him. He built his rhythm that his lovers would get lost in.

He roughly hoisted her up, reaching in for a kiss, freeing Mrs. Anand from her thoughts and memories. She could see that the crowd had gotten bigger yet, eager couples had started their own engagement. She could smell the lust and desire emanating from the crowd.

A thick haze of pheromones and sweat was haunting the sweet night air. It filled her up, intoxicated her, and left her wanting more. She wanted more, more hands groping, more lips kissing, more cocks ravaging her. They were right in front of her, eager men of all ages and walks of life.

Could she do it, ask strangers to do her, like her master and her husband? Was it wrong? There is no right or wrong here, only pleasure, she reminded herself. She took the chance. “I can not be satisfied with just one dick,” she yelled out. Her lover stopped. “Is that so?”

She turned towards the crowd. “Don’t you guys want to join me?” The crowd was unbearably silent, lost in a moment of hesitation. Then, two men stepped out of the crowd, hesitant but their eyes burning with lust and greed, their cocks erect and eager. Unable to hold on any longer, the men erupted forward.

Their large hands groped at her breasts. Their fingers pinched her nipples. She moaned loudly, new sensations setting off more reactions from her. They hungrily ate and tasted her body, exploring each nook and every cranny. One man forced his cock inside her mouth while the other had her stroke his penis.

Her lover, sensing more weakness, restarted his love-making. Ravaged by both familiar and strange cocks, Mrs. Anand could barely think about anything. The spicy scent overpowered her senses. Hands groping, fondling, and caressing sent her body into overdrive.

“Look, how wet she is getting!”

“What a nympho!”

“A slut, a proper slut!” They called out to each other.

“Yes! Yes, I am a nympho! I am slut, a bitch!”

Suddenly, the dick she was deep-throating erupted inside. Thick ropy cum spurted inside, threatening to choke her. But he didn’t stop, and neither did other men. The assault on her body continued in earnest. More men came over to join the three ravaging her body.

Dicks rubbed all over her, using all of her body to get them off. Between her breasts, between her thighs, sandwiched in her armpits, her hair, nothing was sacred, nothing clean. She could only gasp in pain as one of her lovers forced his member inside her ass.

Pain or pleasure, she could not differentiate them anymore. All sensations just swirled inside her, rippling shockwaves tearing through her body. Moaning was her only reply, only when there wasn’t a cock stuffed inside her mouth. The first time she cheated, it had been so intimate, so personal.

Now, unknown strangers she had never known were violating her. Yet, she could not complain. How could she? The pleasure she was experiencing was extra-terrestrial. She could see that all of them were experiencing the same thing. She could see their faces flush with bliss and pleasure.

She could feel their eager penises explode with happiness, fully enjoying her defilement, marking her with their scent. She took as many men as she could, enjoying everyone’s unique qualities, different shapes and sizes rubbing against different parts of her womanhood.

Each new sensation painted over rusting exhaustion. It threatened to end this fleeting torrent of pleasure. However, despite her best attempts, the activity cooled down after its fiery start. Satisfied men and women, drained of all their energy, shuffled back in bliss.

Mrs. Anand, drenched in sweat, laid down on the cool sand. Yet, she felt that yearning. Her body still felt unfulfilled, unsatisfied. She looked inwards with disturbance. The hunger she felt was not disappearing. The yearning, the heat, bubbled underneath.

Did she need to explore further depravities, embark further in this vulgar journey of self-destruction? What more could she do now? She had shown her face in public, exposed herself to a group of strangers, embraced all of them. She had been the unfaithful wife. Let them do things to her that she had never allowed her husband to do.

Wait, could it be? She sat up suddenly, disturbed by her thoughts. Was her husband the answer? Could she stoop that low? Suddenly, she felt two firm but gentle hands on her shoulders. She turned, eyeing the strong face lined with a mischievous smile, drinking his fierce gaze deep.

Yes, if it was with him, she could stoop that low. She stood up and took his hands in hers, leading him away from the beach. A gentle smile of understanding and resignation lit her face up warmly.

Oranges and reds of the all-knowing sun dancing against her wet skin. Together, they walked to end the last day of Mrs. Anand.

Narrated by Amit

Hello dosto, main Amit. Pichle baar ki episode mein aaplogo padha ki kaise main subah pahle Shradha ke yaha gaya. Fir waha se kareeb 10 baje ke baad Neetu ke ghar gaya.

Jab Neetu ke ghar pahuncha to waha darwaze par wahi Akash tha jiske bare mein Shradha mujhe batayi thi. Use dekhte hi main samajh gaya tha ki banda koi lallu nahi jisse daraya dhamkaya jaaye. Par shayad mere waha pahunchne se woh bhi utna khush nahi tha.

Waise hoga bhi kaise, mere karan uske aur woh Bhawna naam ki aurat ka game jo bigadne wala tha. Main andar ghusne ke baad Akash ko bilkul bhaaw na dete hue seedhe andar living room mein jakar baith gaya.

Akash bhi bagal wale sofe par akar baitha aur fir kuch der shaant rahne ke baad poocha: To kya karte ho tum?

Main: Job karta hun, aur tum.

Akash: Same here, main bhi job hi karta hun.

Main: Issi shahar?

Akash: Haan, tum?

Main: Main bhi.

Iske baad kuch der sannata raha. Shayad woh apna agla sawaal soch raha tha jab peeche se ek kamre ke khulne ki awaaz aayi.

Narrated by Bhawna

Main Bhawna. Episode 66 mein aalogo ne dekha ki subah Akash ke sath hui chudayi ke baad main aur Neetu nahane chale gaye. Jab main washroom se nikli to living room mein Akash kisi aur ke sath baate kar raha tha.

Darwaze ko halke se khol kar main dekhi. Akash ke umar ka hi ek ladka living room mein baitha hua tha. Samajh gayi ki yahi hai woh jiski baat Neetu kar rahi thi. Main wapas darwaaze ko band ki.

Sochne lagi ki kya ye sachme Neetu ke sasural se hi aaya hua hai. Ya Neetu ab bhi hamare peeth peeche koi khel khel rahi hai. Khair uncle aur aunty to the nahi to chinta ki koi baat nahi thi.

Neetu ab Akash ke sath maze kar chuki thi. Agar woh mujhe kisi tarah se phasane ki sochi to khud bhi nahi bachne wali thi. Main aayine ke samne khadi baalo ko swarti hui sochne lagi. Kya aisa ho sakta hai ki indono ladko ke sath maze liye ja sake.

Ye soch mann hi mann muskurayi. Par fir sochi ki shayad kahi zyada maze ke chakkar mein koi musibat na sar pe utha loon. Fir bhi thodi bohut sexy bankar ghar mein us aaye ladke ke samne to rah hi sakti hun. Ye soch apni robe pehni aur kamre se bahar ek baar jakar aane ki than li.

Main darwaza kholi aur aise anjaan bani mano mujhe pata hi naa ho ki woh naya ladka aaya ho. Main living se hoti hui kitchen ko jane lagi. Use dekh thoda hairaan hoti hui boli: Oh, hello! Kya tum Neetu ke…?

Woh to mujhe bass dekhta hi rah gaya. Choti satin ki robe se jhannkti meri chikni lambi gori jangho par uski nazar kareeb 3-4 second tak tiki rahi. Fir woh upar mere taraf dekh bola: Ji!

Woh khada hokar aage bola: Ji haan, main Amit.

Main: Hmm, baitho baitho, kab aaye?

Amit: Bas kuch 10–15-minute pahle.

Main: Oh, ok main naha rahi thi. Neetu se mile?

Amit: Aa nahi abhi nahi.

Main: Shayad woh bhi naha hi rahi hai. Akash se mile?

Akash meri taraf dekhne laga to main poochi: Kya Akash, ek glaas pani bhi nahi pooche usse?

Akash: Woh main bhool gaya.

Main Akash ko chidne ka muh banati hui kitchen ko jati hui boli: Baaki sab yaad rahta hai tumhe.

Jab main kitchen ko ja rahi thi to Amit ki nazre mere peeche hi thi. Use dikhati hui apni chaal mein thodi adao ka matak dekar kitchen ko gayi aur ek glass pani lekar wapas aayi. Dete waqt halki si jhuki.

Amit ko mere robe ke seene se mere boobs ke halke nazare de gayi. Par sath hi jab jhuki to mere peeche Akash tha. Shayad meri robe ke peeche se uthne se use bhi thoda dilkash nazara mil gaya hoga. Kyu ki main andar kuch nahi penhi thi.

Pani dekar main wapas Amit se boli: To kitna lamba tha safar tumhara?

Amit thoda sochne ke baad bola: Aa woh 3 ghante.

Main: Oh ok, kaise aaye?

Amit: Cab book kiya tha, bus mein socha 3 ghante kaise…

Main: Haan haan woh to hai, chalo tum dono baate karo main kuch pehan kar aati hun. Fir chai bana dungi.

Amit: Nahi nahi uski koi zarurat nahi.

Main: Kya to kuch aur kapde na pehnu, ha-ha-ha!

Amit: Nahi nahi, woh chai ki baat kar raha tha main.

Main hasti hui Amit se boli: Aur haan, isse apna hi ghar samjho. Kuch chahiye ho to Akash ko bolna.

Amit ki nazar mere ankho se hoti hui neeche meri nangi gori tango par thi. Khair use aise mujhe dekh mujhe bhi maza aa rahi thi. Main uske dhulmulate dhyan ko wapas duniya mein lane ke liye boli: Aur haan, mera naam Bhawna hai, tum to pooche hi nahi.

Amit: Woh pata hai mujhe.

Main: Woh kaise?

Amit: Aaa woh woh Neetu ne bataya tha.

Main: Achcha woh mere bare mein bhi batati hai kya apne sasural mein. Tumse to akele baat karungi is bare mein.

Main use ek muskaan dekar wapas apne kamre mein chali gayi.

Narrated by Amit

Shradha mujhe Bhawna ke bare mein batai thi. To maine Bhawna ko lekar ek bachchalan aurat ka roop apne mann mein bhar liya tha. Lekin jab Bhawna ko asal mein dekha to sachme mere dimaag mein bani woh chavi hi khatm ho gayi.

Bhawna itni khoobsurat hai. Mujhe is baat ka koi andaaza nahi tha. Uspar uske nain-naksh aur uske gori chikni janghe. Aur saath hi aise bejhijhak mere samne woh aise robe mein aayi.

Sach kahu to ab chahe Bhawna jaisi bhi aurat ho mann mein use chodne ki ek ichcha umadne lagi. Main apne vicharo mein khoya hua tha jab ek aur darwaaza khula aur usme se Neetu nikal kar aane lagi.

Narrated by Akash

Bhawna ke jaate hi main sochne laga ki uske ke mann mein kya tha jo woh aise robe pehankar apni jaangho ka nanga pradarshan kar is kameene ke samne aayi. Iske liye to Bhawna meri didi hai.

Pata nahi ye Amit Bhawna ke bare mein kya soch raha hoga. Aur kameena kaise taad raha tha use peeche se. Mere andar ek jalan ki bhawna uthne lagi jab Neetu ke kamre ka darwaza khula aur woh bahar aayi.

Neetu jaise hi Amit ko dekhi to woh ek pall ke liye chaok gayi. Fir mujhe dekhi aur fir Amit se boli: Oh, tum aa gaye.

Amit: Aa haan, kuch hi der hua aakar.

Un dono ki shakal pe muskaan to thi lekin mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki woh banawati muskaan hai. Uspar Neetu jo pehni thi, woh ek choti hath wali t-shirt aur choti short pehan kar aayi thi. Agar ye Amit iske sasural se hai to ye iske saamne aise kapde kyu pehnegi?

Neetu: Akash se mile?

Amit: Haan haan mill liya.

Neetu: Bhawna ka bhai, saga nahi fir bhi. Bhawna shayad naha rahi hai aati hi hogi, usse bhi mill lena.

Amit: Haan mill liya.

Neetu ke chehre par ek darr thi aur woh poochi: Kab?

Amit: Abhi aayi thi, aayi thi kuch der ke liye fir andar chali gayi.

Neetu: Oh achcha, ek minute mein dekh ke aati hun woh kya kar rahi hai.

Ye kahti hui Neetu Bhawna ke kamre ko jaati hui mujhe dekh ajeeb si muskaan de gayi. Ab to mujhe kuch shak ho raha tha Amit aur Neetu par, ye Amit sachme hai kaon?

Narrated by Neetu

Kamre se nikal kar Amit ko Akash ke sath dekh ek pall ke liye main ghabra gayi thi. Bhale Amit mere kahne par mere liye aaya ho par do mardo ko akele chhodna sahi nahi, bharosa nahi kar sakti inpar.

Amit se baat kar main Bhawna ke kamre ke taraf jaati hui Akash ko dekhi. To uske chehre par ajeeb se bhaaw the maano use koi shak ho hampar. Jab woh mujhe dekha to main use ek banawati muskan de kar jaldi se Bhawna ke kamre ko gayi.

Darwaaza khatkhatayi to Bhawna andar se boli: Kaon?

Main: Main hun, darwaaza khol.

Bhawna: Aaja andar, khuli hai.

Main darwaza khol kar andar gayi to woh kapde badal rahi thi. Main darwazaa band kar uske paas jakar poochi: Bina lock kiye hi kapde badal rahi ho?

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, usme kya hai, Akash to sab dekh hi chukka hai.

Main uske paas gayi aur uski gand par maar boli: Ab sirf Akash nahi hai ghar pe, bhool mat.

Bhawna: To kya hua, woh kaha aayega abhi mere kamre mein.

Main: Aur agaya to?

Bhawna aankh maarti hui boli: Aane de… ha-ha-ha!

Main: Lagta hai tujhe Amit lubha gaya.

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, aisa kuch nahi. Waise handsome hai, sach bata kaon hai woh?

Main: Batayi to thi mere hubby ke cousin hai.

Bhawna: Dekh tu mujhse na chupa sach bata.

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Tujhe kyu lag rahi hai ki main jhoot bol rahi hun.

Bhawna: Tere us Amit ne kaha ki use 3 ghante lage tere ghar se yaha aane mein. Par ek cab mein tere ghar se yaha aane mein poore 4 ghante lagte hai. Usse kam use udd kar aana hoga.

Main apne maathe par maarti hui boli: Offo gadha ladka.

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, ab bata kameeni kaon hai woh?

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Sochi ki tu kameeni giri kar rahi hai to main kyu nahi.

Bhawna: Hmmm hai kaon batana!

Main: Woh Shradha ke yaha mila mujhe.

Bhawna: Shradha? Apni Shradha?

Main: Haan yaar.

Bhawna: Par tu yaha aane ke baad Shradha ke yaha kab gayi?

Main jaanti thi ki Bhawna ko chhordu to woh meri saari raaz dheere dheere nikal hi dale. To use chup karane ke liye main use peeche se apni baanho mein kheech li aur boli: Offo ab tu chup kar. Ye soch ki ab in do mardo ke sath ye do din kya karna hai hame.

Bhawna: Tu na kam kameeni nahi ho.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, tujhse to kam hi hun.

Bhawna mud kar mere taraf dekh boli: To ab aage kya iraada hai tera in dono ke sath.

Main: Aage soch rahi hun ki in dono ko hamari ungliyo pe nachaaye.

Bhawna apni honto ko kaat boli: Kaise?

Main: Tujhe pata hai ki Amit mera koi nahi?

Bhawna: Hmmm.

Main: Akash ko nahi pata.

Bhawna: Haan.

Main: Kyu na indono ko is bare mein kuch na bataye aur fir khel ka maza le.

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, pata nahi tere mann mein kya hai par sochle tere sath hi hun main.

Neetu: Sochle jaise do kutte dum hilake kutiye ke peeche lage rahenge waise hi dono tere peeche honge.

Bhawna: Indirectly mujhe kutiya kah rahi hai tu, ha-ha-ha!

Neetu: Ghabra mat, me too!

Narrated by Bhawna

Pata nahi Neetu ke mann mein kya thi. Lekin mere mann mein bhi thi ki in dono ladko ke sath maze liye jaaye. To sochi ki Neetu ke anusaar hi chalu fihal. Kuch hi der mein main lambi wali t-shirt pahni jise sleep shirt bhi kahte hai. Aur aadhe jangho tak lambi hoti hai.

Hum dono ek sath mere kamre se nikale aur living room ko jaane lage to dono ki nazre hum dono ko ghoor rahi thi.

Neetu: To kaisa chal raha hai Akash aur Amit. Jaan pehchaan ho gayi tum logo ki?

Akash: Haan haan bass.

Main: To Amit kaisa laga Neetu ka maika?

Amit: Achcha hai, bohut achcha hai.

Neetu: Chal main chai bana deti hun. Akash tum firse peeyoge?

Akash: Haan haan kyu nahi.

Main: Woh kabhi na bolta hai kya, tu ruk main bana deti hun, tu Amit se baate karle.

Neetu: Are haan Amit tum fresh ho jao. Mere room ka washroom isthamaal karlo, aao main dikha deti hun.

Ye kah kar Neetu Amit ko lekar apne room ko jane lagi. Akash palat kar mujhe dekhne laga maano pooch raha ho ki kya irada hai ab. Main use kuch na boli aur aankh maar kar kitchen ko chali gayi. Jaanti thi ki isse woh mere peeche aayega.

Main kitchen mein khadi pateele mein doodh daal rahi thi. Akash peeche se aakar mere short ke upar se meri gand par hath pherta hua bola: Nahane ke baad aur bhi mast lag rahe ho aap.

Main: Idiot kya kar rahe ho? Ab yaha koi aur bhi hai.

Akash meri gand ko daboch dabata hua bola: Woh to andar chala gaya, diwaaro ke paar dekhne wali aankhe nahi hogi uske paas.

Main uske short mein lund ko daboch boli: Isse thoda kaabu mein rakho Akash, warna dikkat ho jayegi hame.

Akash bhi besharami ke sath mere hath ke gole mein apna lund dheere dheere andar bahar hilata hua bola: Zyada dikkat kiya woh to gaand maar dunga uska.

Main palat kar boli: Tumhe waise kuch karne ki zarurat nahi abhi aur gand uski kyu maroge.

Main aankh maarti hui aage boli: Meri maar lena.

Akash: Uff tarsao mat aap aise bolkar.

Main: Kyu!

Akash: Khada ho gaya to fir dikkat ho jayegi.

Main: Aur suno ek baat batati hun.

Akash: Haan boliye.

Main: Ye uska koi relative nahi hai.

Akash: To fir!

Main: Are sunona jaise tum ho waise hi ye bhi bass ban kar aaya hai.

Akash: Sala haraamkhor!

Bhawna: Offo shh ye baat maine Neetu se ugalwa li hai. Par woh chahti hai ki ye baat tumhe pata na chale.

Akash: Woh kyu?

Bhawna: Woh tum abhi mat jaano. Bas ye yaad rakhna ki tumhe kuch nahi pata aur main tumhe kuch nahi batayi, theek hai.

Akash: Haan par.

Main uski honto par ek chummy lagakar boli: Shhh, ye doodh dekho kahi ubal ke gire nahi main apne kamre se aati hun.

Ye kahti hui main apne room ko chali gayi.

Narrated by Neetu

Amit ko apne room ka washroom dikhane ke bahane use apne kamre mein le aayi. Kamre mein ghuste hi main darwaze ko band ki aur boli: Shradha ne kuch bataya kya?

Amit: Haan, thoda bohut ki Bhawna aur Akash kaon hai. Iske aage woh boli ki aap hi samjhaoge.

Main: Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tumhe bulate hi tum aa jaoge aur mujhse pahle Akash aur Bhawna se miloge. Laga ki tum kuch aur der Shradha ke sath rah kar aaoge.

Amit: Haan woh bass aa gaya, koi problem to nahi hua na.

Main: Hui na, Bhawna jaan gayi ki tum jhoot bol rahe ho.

Amit: Oh no! Woh kaise?

Main: Woh tumse yaha aane time poochi, usi se jaan gayi, tumne galat bataya.

Amit: Are yaar, ab kya?

Main: Ghabrao mat maine sab sambhaal liya hai. Par haan ek baat yaad rakhna Bhawna ko iss baat ka pata na chale ki maine tumhe sab bata diya hai. To is bare mein kisi se ab kuch mat bolna.

Amit: Par woh kyu?

Main: Jo bol rahi hun woh karo aur suno.

Amit: Haan!

Main: Bharosa kar rahi hun tum par. Mere pati ya dewar jo tumhara dost hai unhe in sab ke bare mein kabhi pata nahi chalni chahiye.

Amit: Are aap uss baat ki tension na lo. Bass ye bata do ki uss Akash ka kya karna hai? Sala bohut akad kha kar baitha hai maano usi ka ghar ho.

Main hasti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha! Tum uski chinta na karo abhi tum jao aur fresh ho jao aur chai peene bahar aao.

Amit gahri soch mein duba hua washroom ko chala gaya. Fir main apne kamre se bahar nikli to Bhawna apne kamre ko ja rahi thi. Kitchen mein Akash ko dekh main uske paas gayi.

Main: Kya chai tum bana rahe ho?

Akash: Nahi, Bhawna matlab didi bana rahi thi, to woh mujhe dekhne ko boli.

Main Akash ke baazuo ko pakad apne se chipka kar boli: To Amit se baat hui?

Akash: Haan, thodi bohut.

Main jaanna chaahti thi ki kahi sachme Akash ko koi shak to nahi hua. Issi liye poochi: Kya baate hui, dosti ho gayi?

Akash: Nahi kuch khaas nahi, bas job wagayra ki baate.

Main: Hmmm, Bhawna waise kya karne gayi?

Akash: Pata nahi mujhe doodh ubalte dekhne ko bol apne kamre ko chali gayi.

Main: Doodh to tumhara ublega ab Akash, aur hum dono milkar ubalenge, ha-ha-ha.

Akash mujhe dekh muskuraya aur bola: Par woh uske samne kaise. Woh to aapke sasural ka hai, kaafi khatra hoga.

Main: Khatro mein hi to maza hai.

Tabhi Bhawna apne kamre se aane lagi, hum dono ko aise chipke dekh woh boli: Tum dono yaha aise mat Chipko. Bhoolo mat Neetu tere sasural se aaya hua hai koi.

Neetu: Offo ab tum bhi woh baat na karo.

Bhawna: Akash jao idhar se jakar living mein baitho, jao.

Akash: Chai?

Bhawna: Woh hum karlenge ab, tum jao.

Akash kuch badbadata hua kitchen se nikal gaya. Uske jaate hi Bhawna mujhe dekhi. Fir apni short ke pocket se ek kaagaz ki pudiya nikali aur boli: Pata hai ye kya hai?

Kagaz ke khulte hi usme kuch safed powder thi jise dekh main poochi: Ye kya hai, tu drugs leti hai?

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, hatt ye to magic powder hai.

Main: Kya?

Bhawna use seedhe ubalte doodh mein dalti hui boli: Ye woh shakkar hai jo chai mein ek alag mitthaas gholegi.

Main: Tu bata ye kya hai.

Bhawna: Bharosa rakh chai peene ke baad bataungi. Waise zahar nahi hai tention na le main bhi to peeyungi.

Main: Haan par…

Bhawna: Sochle hamare khel ka trump card hai ye.

Main: Hmmm pata nahi kya hai par agar tu pee rahi hai to bharosa kar lungi tujh pe.

Narrated by Bhawna

Chai ke bante hi hamne 4 cup mein chai li. Neetu ki nazar yahi dekh rahi thi ki main apni cup mein bhi barabar chai loo. Use sachme mujhpe utna bharosa nahi tha. Par sath hi use ye bhi nahi pata tha ki kal raat uspar isi dawaayi ka asar tha jiss karan woh Akash ke sath rangraliya macha rahi thi.

Hum dono do-do cup chai uthaye aur fir living room ko chal diye. Waha Amit aur Akash do kone wale single sofe par baithe the bilkul chup. Shayad indono mein ab tak yaari hui nahi thi warna do jawaan mard itne chup.

Neetu ek cup Akash ko di aur main Amit ko cup deti hui boli: Ye raha, garma garam chai.

Neetu aur main lambe wale 3-seater sofe par baith gaye aur fir charo chai peene lage. Room mein basi sannate ko hatane ke liye main boli: To Amit aur batao apne bare mein.

Amit ek pal Neetu ko dekha. Shayad woh Neetu se poochna chahta ho ki kya kahe, tabhi Neetu boli: Ghabrao mat Amit, Bhawna tumhe kha nahi jayegi, ha-ha-ha.

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, main non-veg khaati hun par handsome ladko ko nahi.

Mere ye kahte hi Akash ghoor kar mujhe dekhne laga. Shayad jab main Amit ko handsome boli to use jalan ho gayi. Tab Neetu boli: Ha-ha-ha, handsome mere sasural walo par dore na daal ab tu.

Bhawna: Ha-ha-ha, main to bass bol rahi thi. Waise tu konsi kam hai.

Fir main Amit ko dekh boli: Teri Neetu bhabhi jabse aayi hai tabse mere bhai Akash pe fida hai, ha-ha-ha!

Ye sunte hi Amit ek pall ke liye Neetu ko dekha. Ab shayad Amit ko bhi jalan ho rahi thi ye sunke.

Neetu: Kyu sirf tu hi dekh sakti hai kya mere ghar walo ko.

Bhawna: Dekh pahle Akash aaya tha. Yu pahle dore maar rahi thi Akash ko to badle mein mein Amit se uska badla lungi.

Hum dono ladkiya jaan boochkar bahass kar rahe the. Par ye dono ladke bilkul chup chaap baithe the maano sharaafat mein nahakar baithe ho.

Neetu: Haan haan Bhawna, tujhe to bass bahana chahiye, mere ghar walo par line maarne ki.

Main uski baah par kohni maarti hui boli: Aur tu konsi kam hai? Apne mummy papa ke samne badi shareef ban rahi thi aur unke jaate hi ab dekh kaise shorts mein ghum rahi hai.

Neetu: Haan haan aur tu bhi to mere maa papa ke samne sanskari bahu ban rahi thi. Aur ab kaise apni tange ladko ko dikha ke baithi hai. Tu zyada na bol Bhawna.

Main tabhi Amit ko dekh boli: Kya tumhe meri ye t shirt choti lag rahi hai ya tumhari bhabhi Neetu ki short batao Amit.

Neetu Akash se: Tum batao Akash, kaon zyada sexy dikhne ke liye chote kapde pehankar ghoomti hai, batao.

Akash aur Amit dono ke muh mein zabaan nahi the. Woh ye soch rahe the ki bole to bole kya. Woh dono hamare taraf dekh rahe the. Kabhi hamare kapde par to kabhi hamari tango par nazar thi unki.

Main: Amit batao zara tumhe kya main aise chote short mein kaafi sexy dikh rahi hun?

Amit firse Neetu ko dekhne laga ki woh kya jawaab de. Tabhi Neetu usse boli: Batao Amit, mujhe kyu dekh rahe ho?

Amit fir mujhe aur meri tango ko dekh bola: Haan lag to rahe ho.

Neetu turant Akash se boli: Akash dekho Amit tumhari didi ko sexy bol raha hai tumhare samne. Tum bhi bolo uski bhabhi, mujhe…

Akash: Aa aap bhi kamal ki sexy dikhti ho. Ek number…

Amit mujhse bola: Haan ek number aap bhi lagti ho.

Samajh gayi main ki inn dono par jaadui chai ki asar dikhne lag gayi thi. Main tab Amit se boli: Achcha Amit tumhe main sexy kyu lag rahi hun. Woh khul kar batao.

Amit is baar jab Neetu ko dubara dekha to Neetu boli: Tum baar-baar mujhe mat dekho, boldona jo mann mein hai?

Amit: Who… woh aap kaafi khoobsurat ho.

Neetu: Mujhse zyada?

Amit: Woh… to main ab who…

Jab Neetu jaan gayi ki Amit ke paas jawab nahi to woh uthi aur boli: Chal ja dogle. Mere hi sasuraal se aakar mera hi sath chor do tum.

Ye kahti hui woh seedhe jakar Akash ke god mein baith Amit se boli: Jaja, na mein teri bhabhi ab na tu mera koi.

Main Neetu se boli: Oh hello! Woh mera bhai hai utar uski god se.

Neetu Akash ke kandhe par hath lapetti hui boli: Tu ja, jake Amit se chipak, bada tarafdaari kar raha hai tera.

Main uthi aur seedhe Amit ki god mein ja baithi aur boli: Haan chipkungi hi, sach jo bolta hai. Us Akash ke tarah nahi jo kisi aur ladki ko dekh apni didi ko hi bhool jata hai.

Main Amit ki god mein baithi. Neeche meri gand par dabti uske tane maans ke dande ko mehsoos kar main jaan gayi thi ki dawaayi ne asar dikha diya hai. Ye jaan main Neetu ko dekhi.

Us taraf se Neetu bhi muskurati hui apni bhawre utha kar ishara ki to maine aankh maar di. Main Amit ke kandhe par baanhe lappet usse boli: Amit, ab tum mere team ke ho samjhe.

Udhar Neetu Akash se chipak boli: Aur tum mere koi shak?

Akash: Mmm, nahi

Idhar main Amit se lipat apne boob uske chehre par dabati hui boli: Aur tumhe Amit, tumhe tumhe koi shak?

Meri harkato par uska lund meri gand ke neeche dhadakne laga to main use aur dabati hui boli: Bolo na Amit!

Amit: Mmm, nahi.

Main Neetu ko dekhi aur woh mujhe hum dono ek dusre ko aankh mar kar muskurane lage. Akhir in murgo ki saodagari ho hi gayi.

To be continued.

I attended a wedding recently amidst the pandemic, and my family was there on behalf of the bride who was my cousin. Thankfully I was able to remain mellow despite how horny I am around my hot cousin, and I’ll tell you why.

She was hot, and I’d always found her attractive. I masturbated to her quite often growing up, and even the most casual physical contact with her turned me on. Fuck! I just wanted to get the frustration out.

I kept looking for cam girl videos online, and one of these videos had a link to DSC. That’s how I found it! I signed up immediately. I purchased credits, as much as I could muster, and when I saw the wide variety of models they hosted, I got excited with each row of models that I scrolled past. I stopped when I found Sonam.

Sonam was sexy, in similar ways to my cousin. She was wheatish but not too fair, she was slender, and the partial pic on her profile displayed a pair of plump, juicy lips that reminded me of my soon-to-be-wed cousin. I clicked on her profile and requested a private show.

Sonam asked me what my kinks were, and I told her that I was attracted to my sexy cousin, who was getting married soon. I told Sonam about a time when I visited my cousin and no one was home. My cousin was wearing yoga pants and a low-cut tank top with her hair in a bun at that time.

Sonam said that she’d role-play and help me get it out of my system. So, we scheduled a time to meet up online and have some fun. I couldn’t wait!

I logged on at the time we had scheduled and waited. Sonam answered the call and we got started.

She looked sexy. She dressed just like I’d described my cousin from that day, and I thought she was sweet to do that. Her cleavage was tight in her curvy black tank top. Her low neckline showed off ample cleavage, and the muscles in her neck twitched seductively as she smiled at me. Her juicy lips pursed in a tantalizing manner as she looked into the cam.

I tipped her to appreciate her efforts.

Sonam: Aww, you’re sweet. I’m ready when you are!

She winked. I nodded in agreement. Sonam got a spray bottle and sprinkled some water on her neck and forehead to simulate sweat. Damn! She could have been my cousin’s hotter sister. I was turned on.

Me: Hey! Where is everyone?

Sonam (role-playing as my hot cousin): Oh, they’re not home. What are you doing here all by yourself? (She batted her eyes with a coy smile).

Sonam took a towel and wiped the side of her face with it and exhaled, pretending to be exhausted.

Me: My mom asked me to drop off this outfit for your next proposal. It’s tomorrow, right?

Sonam: Oh yeah! Thanks.

Me: Yea sure. Whatever.

Sonam chuckled.

Sonam: You don’t look happy about that.

Me: What? No! I’m happy!

Sonam chuckled again and wiped her face.

Sonam: I know you’ve been watching me, COUSIN. Always looking at my cleavage, eyeing my lips, taking mental pics of my ass when I turn around or bend over and I know that you’ve definitely been masturbating while thinking of me.

Me: What?! I swear I haven’t!

Sonam: Oh really? (She smiled coyly and turned her head to the side.)

Me: Yes! Really.

Her neck was drenched in sweat from the “workout”. She lifted her chin up high and sucked on the nozzle of her water bottle.

Sonam (shrugged): Too bad. I actually get really horny after I workout, so I was gonna head up to my bedroom and shove a huge dildo in my pussy before you came over.

Me (gulp): Why are you telling me this?

Sonam: I’m really sweaty, and you interrupted me, cousin. I’d totally fuck a guy with a nasty crush on me right now. Too bad…I thought you did, but since you don’t I guess I’ll have to settle for a dildo after you leave.

Me: Oh, shit! Don’t say stuff like that!

Sonam: Why? Does it make your cock hard when I tease you like that? Admit it, and we’ll see what happens!

Me: Alright fine! YES! I’ve thought about fucking you, my COUSIN. There! Happy?

Sonam: Oh, I’m not happy. I’m horny, but I’m about to make us both happy.

Sonam brought her tits closer to the cam. She squeezed them into the cam and let loose a sultry moan. She bit her lip and smiled over the cam as her cleavage filled the frame.

Me (whispering nervously): Oh…shit..

Sonam (teasing confidently): This is what you wanted, right? My tits in your face, or maybe it was my ass..

She turned around and smacked her ass. Her tight yoga pants rippled from her sweet smack. She moaned again suggestively as she lowered her pants just enough to let the top of her crack show. She ran her hand across it.

Then she lowered her pants some more. Her pale-white flesh was tight and tempting. She was not wearing any panties. She shook her ass slowly towards the cam, and I took off my shirt. Sonam smiled and undid the bun on her head and let her gorgeous hair cascade over her shoulders.

She grabbed her hair up, and puffed her chest out as she posed sideways to tie the bun back up. She exhaled sharply as she touched her body. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them roughly as she looked into the cam. She brought her tits back towards the cam as I watched, saliva pooling in my mouth as I did so.

Sonam: Swallow that drool, baby bro, and come lick these nips..(she moaned approvingly.)

Sonam used two fingers to peel apart the straps of her tight top and her erect nipples peeked through erotically. She twirled them in her fingers as I pulled my cock out. She grabbed lubricant from behind the cam and applied them to her seductive breasts, and her nipples stood rock hard atop her glistening breasts.

Sonam: Take that cock out…I know you’ve always wanted to.

I unzipped my pants and stroked slowly.

Sonam: I know what else you want.

Me (struggling to control myself): Oh yea?…(breathing slowly) What’s that?

Sonam: You want me to sit my sweaty ass on that sweet, naughty face…don’t ya?

Me: Right now, I kind of wanna watch you do what you said you wanted to..(wink)

Sonam: I got my veiny dildo right here. Why don’t ya show me how bad you wanna watch me fuck myself.

I tipped her as I took off my shorts. She moaned approvingly to that. So I tipped her some more, and she sat back on her bean bag chair and pulled her tight pants off. Her breasts, still gleaming from the lubricant, smiled perkily atop her ruined top.

Sonam took off her top, and her tits bounced freely atop her soft flesh. She turned around and peeled off her pants.

Sonam then grabbed the lubricant and lathered her wet pussy in it, and it swelled up from her arousal. She moaned as her eyes rolled into her head. She was too turned on to continue role play. Her bun came undone as she began to tease her clit. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to look into the cam from behind her sexy, disheveled hair.

She began to touch herself, losing herself to the pleasure of her own fingers.

I tipped her again and told her to go for it. I commanded her to stop holding back.

Sonam: Are you sure you wanna see that?

Me: Yes.

Sonam: Alright, then.

Sonam pulled out the vibrator she had behind the couch and teased her clit with it. She bit her lip as she looked at the cam. Her hips twirled slowly as the pleasure hit her very core. She exhaled sharply as she moved it up and down against the walls of her swelling pussy. She moaned louder as she stuck the tip of the dildo into her wet cunt.

Her moans dripped with lust as her eyes rolled into her head from the sweet sensation. Sonam twirled one nipple in her fingers as the other hand shoved the dildo far into her leaking pussy, and she let out a groan.

She began to stroke the dildo deeper into her pussy, and I rubbed myself along to her dirty rhythm. She thrust her hips into the dildo as her free hand thrust it in aggressively.

Sonam’s moans turned to screams as she gave herself over to the overflowing pleasure. Her sweaty body slid out of the bean bag chair and onto the floor as her legs trembled from the vibrator.

Sonam: Oh god! That’s so good!

Sonam took the cam closer to her on the floor, she leaned against the bean bag with the cam angled at her pussy. She screamed as her hips lifted off the ground, her eyes closed and she used both hands to thrust the dildo in harder at a faster rate. What a wild girl!

Her whole body tensed as she convulsed. The cum leaked down her sweaty thighs as she struggled to catch her breath. The white, milky substance oozed down her thighs as she got on all fours and turned around for me.

Sonam: Oooh..I’m not done with you yet.

She smacked both her ass cheeks until they turned bright red. She split her ass cheeks and moaned at me.

Sonam: Come on, cousin. Lick your didi’s asshole before aunty and uncle come home.

Sweat dripped down her ass and mingled with the cum that dried quickly to her milky white thighs. She moaned as the hot droplets dripped down her body and cooled her.

Sonam: God! There’s nothing better than being naked and sweaty. I like being watched like this! (Moans.)

I watched as she thrust the dildo in and out of her, and stroked myself even harder.

Sonam: Yea cum for your didi, cousin! Do it right here on my sweaty ass.

She split her ass open wider as I grunted with effort and rubbed myself. I sprayed my jizz into a tissue as I stared into that sweaty asshole, and sat back totally satisfied.

Sonam giggled and lowered herself to the ground. She rubbed her pussy slowly and fondly and purred at me naughtily.

Sonam: Come back later if you wanna have another go, “cousin”. (chuckles) This was fun.

Me: Oh. Yea. (Out of breath) Absolutely!

I went back to her three more times that week, and another three during the weekend alone. That’s the only way I was able to stay sane during my cousin’s wedding. All thanks to Sonam and DSC website. I was and still am hooked!

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