Author: admin

Mera naam Avinash hai. Main Jaipur ka rehne wala hun. Mera kad 5ft 8inch hai aur main halka mota hun.

Main aapko mere jeevan ki ek sachi ghanta batane jaa raha hun. Jisne meri sexuality ko badal diya aur maine ye jana ki main straight nahi bisexual hun.

Ye baat kareeb 3 saal pehle ki hai jab covid nahi aaya tha. Main college mein naya tha aur mere ko mera pehla phone mila tha. Mizaj se main ek bohut hi rangeen ladka hun.

Meri uss waqt ek girlfriend bhi thi, par meri sex ki chah ko woh poora nahi kar paa rahi thi. Usko badnami ka der tha Main apni pyaas porn dekhkar bujhata tha. Par ek din maine ek nayi kisam ki porn dekhi.

Jisme ek husband apni wife ko kisi aur se chudwata hai. Aur na hi sirf chudwata hai apni khudki gand marwata bhi hai aur marta bhi hai. Yaha maine ek shabd dekha bisexual.

Mujhe pehle iss shabd ke maiyne nahi pata the. Par jab Google kara to pata chala ki ese ladke ladkia dono ling se sex karsakte hai. Mujhe ek bada hi acha laga. Par main ye sochne laga ki mujhe kaise koi bisexual milega?

To maine Blued naamka ek aap download kiya aur logo ko dhoondhne laga. Iss waqt meri baat jisse hoti use sirf lund ya gand dekhni hoti thi. Par koi real meet karne hi nahi aata tha. Mujhe lagne laga ki ye app bakwas hai aur yaha sirf fraud hai. Tabhi ek message aaya Mubarak ke naam se.

Mubarak – Hi!

Main – Hello, aap bhi sirf lund aur gand hi dekhna chahte hon a kyonki iss app pe toh koi milta nahi hai.

Mubarak – Lagta aap abhi tak asli mein kisi se mil nahi paye ho?

Main – Haan sab sirf photo mangte hai milta koi nahi hai.

Mubarak – Well, aapka search khatam hua main Jaipur main visitor top hun. Agar apke pass room hai to main aa sakta hun.

Main – Ya, why not? Paisa bhi mangoge?

Mubarak – Nahi sex ke liye paise kaun deta hai? Main kya tumhe raand dekhta hun?

Main – Nahi mera woh matlab nahi tha. Mera bas experience kharab hai.

Mubarak – Don’t worry. Ye mera dick hai, agar pasanda ae to 9********5 pe call karna main turant ajaunga.

Main – Ok waise tumhara poora naam kya hai?

Mubara – Mubarak Mogul.

Main – Muslim ho?

Mubarak – Ha.

Meri dhadkane tez ho gayi. Kyon kisi Muslim ke sath sex karne ki meri fanasy. Aur uska lund photo mein dekh kar kamse kam 6-inch ka lag raha tha. For reference mera lund 5-inch ka hai aur 1-inch mota hai. Uska fir message aaya.

Mubarak – Tumhara kya naam hai?

Main – Avinash Sharma.

Mubarak – Hindu bottom?

Uska ye messah padhke mera lund khada hogaya aur maine kaha.

Main – Ji haan.

Mubarak – Maza aayega. Mujhe jald call karna.

Main – Zaroor.

Mubarak – Salam

Main – Namaste.

Iss conversation ke baad main aur excited tha Mubarak se milne ke liye. Uski baton ne mujhpe maano jadu kar diya tha.

Agle 2 din college band tha aur mummy papa dono working the. To main ghar pe akela hota tha 6 ghanto ke liye. Jaise hi sab apne kaam pe gaye maine Mubarak ko call lagana chaha.

Par mujhe der bhi lag raha tha kyonki main gand main virgin tha. Kisi tarah maine Mubarak ko call lagaya. Ek bhari awaz aai.

Mubarak – Hello?

Main – Salam.

Mubarak – Walekum. Kaun?

Main – Avinash.

Mubarak – Oh abhi se salam? Abhi tak to maine tujhe chua tak nahi hai.

Main – Aapki baton ne mere jism main aag lagadi hai aap jaldi se aajao.

Mubarak – Begum, address batao abhi aajaunga.

Maine address bataya aur kaha neeche pahunchke call karna.

Mubarak – Theek hai begum mujhe neeche hi miljana

Main – Theek hai huzur.

Mubarak ne phonr rakha aur mere jism main zur zuri hone lagi maano jaise woh abhi se mere badan se khel raha ho. Main itna nervous tha ki maine jaldi se apne lund ke aur gand ke baal saaf kare taki usse koi dikkat na ho. 10-minute ke baad ek call aaya.

Mubarak – Main neeche agaya hun.

Main – Ok main araha hun.

Mubarak – Aarahi hun bolo.

Main – Ji janab aarahi hun.

Maine ghar ki kundi lagai aur neeche gaya aur maine usse photo se pehchana. Mubarak ek patla sa 22 saal ka ladka hai. Karib 6ft height hai aur sawla hai.

Main apne figire ke baare main bata doon. Main ek gora 5ft 8in ka lagka hun. Mere halke man boobs hai aur halke baal hai. Usne mujhe kaske wahi gale lag liya aur meri gand masaldi. Uske ye karne se mere nipple khade hogae aur main garam hone laga. Maine kaha.

Main – Huzur upar masalna yaha ye guard dekh lega.

Mubarak – Abhi to tum dekhti jao begum aage kya kya hoga.

Ye kehkar usne guard ko dekha aur meri gand pe ek chanta mara. Main ander tak sihar gaya aur uska hath pakadkar lift main legaya. Lift main koi camera nahi tha aur ya malum karte hi usne mere hotho pe apne honth rakh diye.

Mera gala dabakar mujhe smooch karne laga. 12th floor aane mein 5-minute ke karib lagte hai. Aur usne uss poore waqt woh mujhe smooch karta raha. Pehle 1 minute to mujhe ajeeb laga.

Par fir uska sath dene laga aur pata nahi kaise mera hath uske lund ko pant ke upar se sehlane laga. Jaise hi floor aya aur gate khula hum alag hue aur main aage chalne laga. Corridor khali tha aur meri gand pe chate maarta jaa raha tha.

Doston kasam se agar mujhe pata hota ki iske aage kya hone wala hai main kabhi apni favourite t-shirt nahi pehenta. Jaise hi maine gate khola flat ka hum ander ghuse.

Maine gate ki kundi lagai aur muda to usne mujhe gate against chipka diya. Mujhe gardan pe kaatne laga aur mujhe kiss bhi kar raha tha. Dheere dheere uske ander ka jaanwar bahar aaraha tha.

Mujhe Muslim mardangi masal rahi thi. Woh t-shirt ke upar se mere nipal to bheench raha tha. Mujhe dard hua to maine usse chanta marke alag kar diya.

Usko itna gussa chadha ki usne mera collar apne dono hath main pakda aur bola.

Mubarak – Randi ke bache zyada hath chal rahe hai tere. Ruk abhi dikhata hun tujhe.

Aur ye keh kar usne meri toh-shirt to beech main se phaad diya. Main heran tha aur ki koi itna jungle kaise ho sakta hai. Meri toh-shirt ko phaad kar sne mere hath bandh die aur mere nipples ko katne aut bheechne laga.

Pehle to itna dard hua ki main rone laga par fir uski hawas mere sir chadne lagi aur maine rona band kar siskariya lene laga.

Fir usne meri shorts utari aur mera lund dekhkar hasne laga aur kaha.

Mubarak – Abe chhake ye kya hai? Itne se lund walo ko namard kehte hai.

Ye sunkar main der gaya ki iska fir kitna bada hoga. Usne apni pant kholi aur apna musal lauda bahar nikala. Photo main jo lund 6-inch ka lag raha tha woh yaha pe meri kohni jitna tha matlab karib 7.5-inch lamba aur 2-inch mota.

Meri gand phat gayi par ab bohut der hochuki thi. Usne mujhe kandhe pe kisi bori ki tarah nanga uthaya aur bed room main lagaya. Uski mardangi kea age mera lund khada hi nahi hua.

Maano keh raha ho, ‘Tujhe meri koi zaroorat nahi hai tu namard sale aaj gand mara.’ Mubarak ne mujhe bed pe patka aur meri jangho ko kaatne laga. Uske kaatne se meri jangho pe laal nikhan pad gaye.

Maine usse minat kari ki mujhe chhod do. To usne kaha.

Mubarak – Aaj tujhe chhodoonga nahi chodoonga aur meri rand banaunga.

Main – Meri gand abhi bhi virgin hai. Tera mussal nahi jayega. Please rehne do.

Meri aankho main der dekhkar woh shant hua aur usne mujhe maathe pe kiss kara. Main usme itna kho gaya ki pata hi nahi chala ki kab usne meri gand ke paas lund laga diya hai.

Isse pehle main kuch samajhpata usne meri gand pe ek zor ka dhakka diya aur uska lund adha ander chala gaya. Meri aankho ke aage andhera hogaya aur main cheekhta usse pehle usne mujhe kiss karke chup kara diya.

Main kisi machli ki tarah chhatpata raha. Woh berehmi se meri virgin gand main apna 7.5-inch ka mussal lund daale daale jaa raha tha. Jaise hi uska lund poora ander gaya usne mujhse gaalo pe kiss kara

Aur aram karne ka time diya. Mujhe thoda dard tha par ab woh maze mein badalne laga. Maine abhi gand hilakar usko ishara diya. Jaise hi usko green signal mila woh fir junglee hogaya.

Meri gand ko pelne laga main siskariya bhar raha tha. Fir usne mere nipple ko choosa aur ek nishaan daal diya. Main zor se cheekha aur kaha.

Main – Araam se kar jahil yahi hun main, araam se masal laude.

Mubarak (meri gand pe 2 chante marte hue) – Apne huzur ko gaali degi randi? Aaj tera poora khandaan chodoonga, le meri.

Ye kehte hi usnme mujhe apni takatwaar bazuon main uthaya aur apne lund pe de mara. Meri cheech mere galle main hi reh gayi aur main adhmara sa hogaya. Meri ye halat dekh usne mujhe doggy pose mein kara.

Aur piche se meri gand main apna lund daal diya. Doston uss waqt meri gand ka ched itna bada hogaya tha ki usme 2 gajjar to aramse ajaengi. Mujhe mehsoos ho gaya tha ki uska lund kuch phool raha hai.

Main samajh gaya ki ye meri gand ko apni pani ka bhogg lagane wala hai. Maine bhi usko nahi roka aur woh meri gand main hi jhad gaya. Maine bhagwan ka shukar manaya ko ye khatam hua. Par woh meri galat femi thi.

Woh thak ke mere upar hi let gaya aur uska lund sikud kar meri gand se bahar aagaya. Uska gathila badan mere komal badan ko daba raha tha. Fir maine usko hataya aur bathroom jane ke liye utha.

Par main sidha chal bhi nahi paraha tha. Itna dard tha ki main bathroom mein jake garam pani se 10-minute mein nahake nikla tab aram mila. Jaise hi main bahar aaya usne kaha.

Mubarak – Tum naha kyon liya?

Main – Itna to kara abhi aur kitna?

Mubarak – Jaan aaj to poora din main tujhe chodoonga.

Main – 1 bajj raha hai. 3 baje tak meri mummy ajaengi wapas. Kal karenge ab.

Mubarak – Are yaar, acha mera lund to chooske saaf karde.

Maine usse naughty wali smile di aur jake uske aage ghutno pe baith gaya. Uska soya lunda hath main liya aur choosne laga. 10-minute lund choosa maine kyonki mujhe maza araha tha.

Par sala bhadwa mere mooh main hi jhad gaya aur fir mera mooh band karke kaha.

Mubarak – Pija isko.

Maine bechari ankho se usko dekha aur uska sara viriye pi liya. Par tha woh tasty. Itne main meri girlfriend ka phone aaya. Maine uthaya aur kaha.

Main – Hello!

Sanya – Main tujhe 30-minute se phone kar rahi hun kaha hai tu?

Phone Mubarak ne speaker pe dalwadia.

Main – Naby main kuch kaam main busy tha. (Mubarak ne meri gand main ungli daal di) Bolo kya kaam tha?

Sanya – Acha sunn na. Meri na meri ek saheli se baat hui teri sex wali demand ko lekar.

Main – Aur?

Sanya – Chal ek baar try karte hai kal mille?

Main – Haan haan zaroor mera ghar khali rahega 3 baje tak, usse pehle karlenge.

Sanya – Ok jaan strawberry condom lana. Ok?

Main – Ok jaan, see you tomorrow.

Aap logo ko bata doon Sanya ek bhare hue badan ki gore rang ke badan ko malkin hai. Muarak ne phone kata aur bola.

Mubarak – Abe tere ek gf bhi hai?

Main – Haan par hum kal pehli baar sex karenge.

Mubarak ne ye sunkar mujhe bohut sari advice di. 30-minute baat cheet ke baat usne mujhe ek lamba kiss diya aur kapde pehenkar chala gaya.

Kya dusri bar maine Mubarak ke sath chudai ki? Aage kya hua apko agle part main bataunga. Tab tak mujhe bataieye aapko ye wali gay brutal sex story kaisi lagi?

Seeing mom on the floor, fucked and degraded, I was upset but equally turned on. I tried to be angry at the mom, but I couldn’t do it. Mom was busy trying to cover her private parts while I had to cover my rock-hard cock.

Mom, “Beta, when did you come.”

Me, “I just walked in and heard your screams. I thought someone was hurting you until I saw everything.”

Mom, “You saw… everything?”

Me, “Yes, mom, I saw everything. But it’s ok. I’m not angry. I understand it can be difficult without a partner.”

Mom, “I feel so ashamed. I don’t know what to say”

Me, “Hey, it’s ok. Come here, mom.”

I picked mom up and hugged her. I put my hands around her waist and felt the sweat running down her back. Feeling her hot and sweaty fair skin had me turned on. My cock was about to explode from all the blood rushing into it. I could feel my cock aroused and touching my mom’s body.

I hugged mom until she started to cry. I then pulled her back and held her by her shoulder, “Mom, stop crying. It’s ok. Come here.”

I held her and started to walk to the bed. We both sat down on the bed, and we spoke. I tried to console mom while placing my hands on her cum covered thighs. I got up and started to undress until I stood before her naked.

Me, “Does this make you feel better? I’m also naked now, so stop crying.”

After about 10-15 minutes, I convinced her it was ok. Mom had stopped crying and come to terms with the situation. I looked at her and saw her makeup ruined, partly from Mr. Kay fucking her and partly from the tears running down her face.

She had runs of black mascara coming down her cheeks. She looked so fucking hot.

Me, “Mom, I have to say, you were like a pornstar with Mr. Kay!” I said as I laughed out loud

Mom also started to laugh. I hugged her and kissed her on her cheeks

Me, “I hope I didn’t kiss Mr. Kay’s cum off your cheeks.”

Mom, “Besharam, stop it.”

Me, “Look, can we talk like friends? I’ve seen stuff that I shouldn’t have seen as a son and you shouldn’t have done as a mother, let’s talk like adults, ok? Is that a deal?”

Mom, “Ok, deal”

I stood up and asked mom to stand up. We both stood up completely naked,
I held both of her hands and told her

“Is Mr. Kay your boyfriend?”

Mom, “No, of course not. I just got caught up in the moment, and he happened to be there.”

Me, “Have you fucked him before?”

Mom, “No, this was the first time, and I promise it’s the last.”

Me, “No, mom, I don’t want it to be the last. I want you to enjoy your life. If you agree, can you let me introduce you to others?”

Mom, “Err, I don’t know what to say”

Me, “Say yes. Like I said, pretend like we are friends from now.”

Mom, “Ok.”

Now that I had mom’s permission, I wanted everything to repeat, only this time with my knowledge. I always fantasized about a young man with an older woman. So now I could fulfill my desire.

That evening mom and I behaved a little like mother and son and more like friends. We spoke about her sexual desires. She confirmed that she gets horny and does not have anyone to satisfy her needs. We both agreed that she would inform me whenever she had sexual thoughts.

She also informed me of the type of sex she prefers. She has had boring sex with my father since marriage, and Mr. Kay had opened up a side of mom she never knew existed before.

This was the best news I could ever listen to. Not only does my mom want to get fucked, but she wants to be fucked like a total whore. It was up to me to fulfill my desires and my mother’s.

A few days passed, and mom mentioned nothing. On the 4th day, I woke up and came to the kitchen. I saw mom in her red lingerie with a smile on her face.
I sat at the dining table, pretending to be normal.

She placed the breakfast on the table and sat across from me. I could see her round boobs and thick puffy nipples begging to come out of her bra. I looked at her, and we both started to laugh

Me, “I got it, mom, don’t worry. I will do something for you today.”

My college had finished, and I had all the time in the world. So I went into my bedroom and grabbed my laptop. The first thing I thought of was the internet. I quickly took pictures of mom in her lingerie in different positions. I made her bend over and showed her main asset, which was her big thick milf ass.

I then made a profile on an adult swinger club. I uploaded the pictures of mom with her face cropped out. In the description, I wrote, ‘A busty Pakistani mom after some no strings attached fun.’

I had also wrote she was a 40-year-old milf and was in a relationship with a 19-year-old male. Once I uploaded her profile, I had so many messages within minutes. The laptop kept making message pings, and mom quickly came over

Mom, “What’s this?”

Me, “I’ve requested a man for you from the internet.”

Mom didn’t understand the internet, so I sat her down and explained how it works.

Mom, “oh wow, this sounds fun,” as she laughed devilishly

I then slowly went through each profile until I could find someone with the biggest cock and built like a tank.

After going through many profiles, I saw a guy with a gigantic picture of his cock. I couldn’t wait to explore more of him. I read his profile. He was a dominant male who knew how to screw a lady.

I went through his profile pictures and saw him fucking other people’s wives.
They would leave reviews on how good he fucked them. Once I had gone through his profile with a fine toothcomb, I knew this was the guy.

A 6-foot-tall Gora (white male) with a huge build, muscular body and a massive cock to match. His cock was not just long but equally girthy and thick, probably the size of my arm. Mom had given birth to me so she could easily take a cock size arm. Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

So I messaged the guy pretending to be my mom’s boyfriend, and he messaged by straight away.

“This is Ali. We want to arrange a meet-up with you?” I wrote

His name was Andy

“Sure, dude, tell me a place and time.”

Me, “Preferably today if you are local. If not, then we will have to search for others.”

Andy, “I live about 100 miles away, but for that ass, I don’t mind traveling.”

It would take Andy maybe 4 hours to arrive. But I knew I wouldn’t get anyone with a bigger cock to fuck my mom than him.

Me, “I hope you know what you are doing. As my gf likes it rough.”

Andy “Mate, read my reviews. I can handle more than one woman at a time. If she can handle me, then I will pay for an escort to come along if I can’t satisfy that pussy”

Me, “Ok then, see you in the evening.”

I gave details and address and went to tell the news to mom

“Mom, I’ve got you, someone. He will be here in a couple of hours.”

Mom, “Who?”

Me, “It’s a surprise, mom. You will love him.”

Mom smiled, and I could see the excitement and nervousness she started to go through. I sat down and tried to plan the whole play. I thought of so many different ideas, but the only one that got me thinking hard was having mom wait for him at the door on her knees with her mouth open.

Me, “Mom? You have to do something for me now?”

Mom, “Sure, what can I do?”

Me, “So when he walks through the door, you need to be on the floor with your mouth open.”

Mom’s eyes expanded, and she paused, “Errrrrr, ok.”

I took mom to the bedroom, and I was going to dress her for the occasion. I went through her wardrobe and didn’t find anything slutty enough. So I had to improvise. I found some jeans and got some scissors. I placed them next to mom’s ass and cut them enough so half of her ass would show.

I then got a really low silk top, I made mom wear it, and it was perfect. It barely covered her boobs, and I could see 80% of her boobs. I then made mom put the denim shorts on. She found it difficult to fit them since her thick ass was so big.

I held the shorts and pulled them up. I had to push mom’s ass in so there was enough gap for them to fit. Now I had to tell mom how to do her makeup. I made her wear just enough to smooth her complexion. Mom was a good-looking woman, so she didn’t need much makeup.

I then advised her to put a lot of mascara and eye shadow on. I knew once she started to fuck mom’s face, I wanted to see her mascara run down her face. After an hour, mom was ready. Seeing mom dressed in such a way was so hard that I couldn’t contain myself.

Me, “So how are we going to do it? Let’s practice, mom.”

Mom was hesitant at first, but then she went on her knees, arched her big ass up with her head lower than her ass and was like a good bitch. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

I was so turned on my cock was about to explode. If this bitch weren’t my mom, I would have been deep inside her, stretching her big ass and making her scream my name with every thrust. But unfortunately, I couldn’t do that. I had to make do by slapping her ass only.

“Perfect, mom, you are just amazing.”

As the time started to come closer, I received a message from Andy

“I am 2 minutes away, mate.”

I quickly hurried to mom and told her to get ready. I opened the door and told mom to get ready as I went to receive Andy. As I opened the front door, I saw Andy pulling up. I couldn’t see his head because it was touching the car’s roof. That’s how tall he was.

I then see a big guy struggling to come out of the car. The car bounced up as he exited the car. I knew my mom’s body would get crushed by this hulk.

“Hey, Andy?” I greeted.

Andy, “Mate, how old are you? Am I at the right place?”

Me, “Haha, don’t worry, you are at the right place, I’m 19, and my girlfriend is 40.”

Andy, “Wow, a bit of a generation gap,” Andy laughed as we both started to walk towards the front door, “You know, mate, I’ve never fucked a Pakistani woman before.”

Me, “I can assure you she won’t disappoint. She is a filthy bitch”

Andy, “I must say I’m looking forward to it.”

Me, “Andy? Trust me, don’t hold back. She is all yours.”

Andy and I both stood at the front door. I went in front of Andy and slowly opened the door

Me, “SURPRISE!”

Mom was on her knees with her mouth open as the door opened. I expected Andy to freeze and be shocked. But instead, Andy didn’t waste any time. He unzipped his jeans, pulled his massive cock out, and placed it straight into my mom’s mouth.

Within seconds, his cock grew twice in size. I could see mom’s mouth stretched as I closed the door behind me.

Andy says, “Oh, Fuck yeah, suck it bitch” as he slaps mom’s ass with his hammer-like hands. Mom moans a little while Andy leaves a handprint on mom’s fair-skinned Pakistani ass.

I quickly go behind mom and start to soothe her ass, stroking it gently. I loved the texture of mom’s ass. I could feel the ripples Andy’s hands left on her ass. Andy then grabs her head and starts to fuck her throat deep.

Andy, “Ah, that’s a good slut. Take it deep in, you whore.”

I could tell mom struggled to fit his cock in her mouth from the slurping and gagging. Mom’s throat was let off lightly as Andy only fucked her face for a few minutes. He pressed her face onto his body, making mom swallow his cock until he pushed her head back.

Mom put her hands on the floor as she gasped for air, her spit drooling down onto the carpet. Andy then takes hold of her hair and lifts her. He looks at her dirty, slutty face for a second and starts to snog her with so much desperation.

I was behind mom on the floor. I could see mom on her toes trying to reach Andy’s mouth. Andy lightly slaps her face while eating her face.

Andy, “You sexy fucking whore, I wanna eat you from head to toe.”

He then places his big hands on her revealing big ass and lifts her, still having his tongue buried deep inside mom’s mouth. Mom loved it. She was in her zone, equally kissing Andy with the same urge.

I was still ok, the floor under mom’s ass. I could see Andy’s giant cock grow until it touched his stomach. My mom didn’t have a clue how much her holes were going to get stretched.

Andy, “Where is the bedroom?”

Me, “Follow me.”

Andy, “No, wait, my bitch is going to show me instead.”

Andy then grabs her top and yanks it open, revealing her mature boobs. My mom’s boobs came crashing down, pointing toward the floor. He then opened the button on the jeans and pulled them down too until my mom’s dark abused pussy showed.

Andy, “Now, let’s have some fun. I want my bitch on the floor. I want you to lick her ass as she guides me to the bedroom.”

I was startled, not sure what to do. However, mom didn’t hesitate for a second. She went to the floor and looked at me. I took that as though it was ok for me to go inside mom’s ass with my mouth. I went down behind mom’s ass, using my hands to balance myself as I placed my head in between mom’s ass.

I got my tongue and started to lick her brown asshole. Mom was dying to get to the bedroom and started to crawl. Eventually, we reached the bedroom. This is where it got intense. Soon as Andy saw the bed, he kicked me out of the way and picked up my mom, throwing her onto the bed.

Without wasting time, he opens her legs and rams his massive cock inside mom’s pussy. Mom’s pussy wasn’t ready, and neither had she ever taken such a big cock inside her. Soon as Andy’s uncut head slides inside, I see my mom’s teeth clench as she screams.

Andy, “Shut up, you stupid bitch, your fucking mine.”

The room filled with Andy’s groans and mom’s screams. I was so turned on at this point. I quickly undressed and went next to mom. She looked at me with desperation. I knew she was finding it difficult with Andy as he crushed her body and pussy at the same time.

Then what happened next? I was taken by surprise. As I stood next to mom, staring at her face, mom saw my hard erect cock and said, “Come here, put that inside my mouth.”

As I walked closer, mom took hold of my cock and started to suck it so hards.
I could feel Andy’s thrusts through my mom’s breath. I felt a hot breath over my cock every time he pounded her. At this point, I didn’t care if my cock was in my mother’s mouth. I just wanted pleasure, and my mom was doing a great job.

After a few minutes, I felt like I was going to cum, so I quickly pulled cock out of mom’s mouth. Mom tried to keep it inside her mouth like a child was having their toys snatched. Andy then bent my mom over and started fucking her from behind. My mom’s body was getting used like never before, and she loved it.

I walk behind them, observing the whole scenario. I looked at my mom’s battered mature pussy and saw all her juices drooling down, soaking the bed sheets. Andy kept changing positions and fucking her in such ways that I hadn’t even seen pornstars do.

It was such a turn-on watching mom gets pumped by a big white bull. Andy was swearing at her, calling her ‘Stupid slut, Pakistani whore, Randi.’ He kept spitting at her face and rubbing his saliva with his big hands. Mom’s face was so fucked, her makeup was ruined, but I think she looked better.

Andy then lay on the bed and had my mom on top, humping her from the bottom. My mom’s body was lifting. I could see Andy’s cock sliding out as her body lifted in the air. Then, with such precision, she crashed down on his dick.

I knew Andy wasn’t lying when he said he could handle more than 2 women at a time. I go behind and start to finger mom’s ass. Slowly stretching it while spitting to make it wet, so Andy can comfortably go inside. After some time, there was no sign of Andy stopping.

My mom’s pussy had opened so much that I could fit my whole arm inside if I wanted to. Her asshole was nearly ready, and Andy started to get bored of her pussy. He throws my mom to the side as he gets up from the bed to catch his breath.

As Andy gets up, I don’t know what went through me. I hop onto the bed, sticking my cock inside mom’s already fucked pussy. I could feel how stretched it was from Andy’s cock. I could barely feel anything. I tried to thrust as hard as possible but didn’t feel any sensation.

Even mom wasn’t enjoying it. So I asked mom to bend over again and tried to stick it inside her tight asshole. I guided my head towards her brown asshole and slowly pushed my cock inside. Andy was behind watching me

Andy, “You never told me she takes it up the ass?”

I was in too much pleasure to answer Andy back. I kept moving my hips in and out of mom’s ass. Mom’s screams were now faint moans. I couldn’t hold myself back. I had never fucked a woman before. So I could only last a couple minutes before emptying my balls inside mom’s ass.

It felt amazing. Now I know why sex was such an addictive practice. As I lay beside mom, both recovering, Andy wasn’t done yet. He grabs my mom’s wide hips and rams his cock inside mom’s already cum filled ass.

Mom’s moans became screams again.

Mom “Fuck! Ow! That’s big!” Complained mom.

I placed my hands over her ruined face and said, “It’s ok, mom, just take it.”

At this point, Andy had heard me, “Is she your fucking mom?”

He pauses. I laugh and say, “Yeh, but keep it a secret, Andy.”

Andy, “Wow! You filthy motherfuckers, that’s fucking hot, dude!”

He starts to fuck her again, only even harder this time, maybe because he discovered the reality.

Andy, “Mate, your mom’s ass is fucking amazing.”

Me, “I know, I’ve been inside it, hahaha.”

Andy, “You hear that, mommy slut, your son has been inside your asshole, fucking dirty bitch.”

Mom, “Yes, I’m a dirty bitch.”

Andy, “Oh, that you are. I will make you taste my cum to teach you a lesson.”

Andy starts to thrust mom’s ass harder and harder. I knew he wanted to finish.

Andy, “Come here next to your mom’s face, you motherfucker?” Demanded Andy

Like a good son, I put my head near mom’s face. Andy was clapping mom’s ass. The room was filled with mom’s screams and Andy’s body bashing against her ass.

Andy, “Oh, I am going to cum!”

Andy flips my mom. Her face and mine were next to each other, both facing the ceiling. Andy climbs up next to both of our faces, and all I see is a waterfall of hot thick cum shooting on both of our faces. Andy groans as he empties his sack on our faces.

Andy, “Lick my cum off your mom’s face and kiss it back into her mouth.”

As Andy demanded, I used my tongue to scoop every last drop from mom’s face. I looked at mom, and like a good mother, she opened her mouth. I kissed her and slowly emptied Andy’s cum inside her.

Andy didn’t leave that night. He said he loved our relationship and couldn’t get enough of me and my mom. All night Andy fucked my mom, made me suck his huge cock and cum inside me and my mom.

Today I had become a motherfucker and bisexual at the same time.

The next day, I had a sore throat from Andy’s throat fucking me, and Mom couldn’t walk. After Andy had left, we both slept together, recovering from this session.

Mom decided we didn’t need anyone. Mom and I became regular sex partners. It was a dream come true for mum and me. Mom had found a husband in the form of her son. I had found my first sexual encounter and a horny slut in the form of a mother.

Hi, I’m Neeti, DJ Neeti (name changed). I came to Mumbai 7 years back when I was 21. I dreamed of becoming one of the best female DJs in India. Now 7 years later, that dream is still far away.

But I have become one of the best whore in Mumbai. How did this happen? Well, I will explain that in every detail, have some patience.

One thing I would like to mention here, everything which will be written here is almost 90% truth and 10% of added masala.

So let’s get right into it. When I moved to Mumbai, I didn’t get as many opportunities as I was looking for as a DJ. I started freelancing. One fine day, I was filling in for another top DJ in a club (who was absent).

That’s when I got an offer of a rave party from a boy. My first big gig in the city of dreams. How could I have said no?

Let’s talk about my figure, right? Hahaha, I’m 5’7″ tall and have a few extra pounds in my body. My cup size is 32 C, but my hip size is 34. Perfectly fair and with the right amount of make-up.

I was the main attraction in my college days. Especially for my big ass. The slut hidden in me always loved that attention.

So for that day, I decided to wear a red crop top and a black skirt ending above my knee. With those, I gave myself a golden strapless bra and a golden lacy thong. Little did I know at that time that I wouldn’t be getting that back.

I reached the venue before time. The security asked me to submit everything other than my musical instruments like phone handbags. I sensed something fishy but decided to go anyway. It was the same for all the guests. No one could get anything to enter the venue except the boy organizing it.

Party started. The boy who had booked me was the son of a very rich person. His name was Tarun, and it was his birthday party. There were around 40 students in the age range of 18-20. Around 10 of them were girls.

All were busy drinking and smoking hard, and some were doing drugs. I was doing my job quite well with a proper rave party feeling.

Sometime later, Tarun asked me whether I would like to get 15k more. I said of course, yes. Then he asked me a dare I never thought I would do as a DJ.

He told me that he would finger me under the table (on which my playing instruments were kept) for 5 minutes while I was playing. I must keep playing and not let anyone know I’m getting fingered.

I was no virgin. I had dated 3 guys in college and was quite used to fingering. I said yes. Then he slowly moved to my side and got under the table. That thought alone gave me chills, and I was beginning to get wet.

He slowly lowered my thong and had a feel of my wet pussy. I was a little embarrassed but enjoyed it. I was having the time of my life. Then I realized that I couldn’t show any emotions on my face to win the dare.

He lowered my thong to my ankles and started fingering. I must confess he was quite good at it, and I was in heaven. Someone I managed to control my moans. I hid it with a loud pop song which also gave me a chance to jump a little to get used to the fingering.

After 5 minutes, I was on cloud nine, that I had won the bet. I enjoyed each second of those 5 minutes. Then I looked at Tarun, and he said, “Well done, you have earned yourself 15K.” But then he made an announcement, standing right next to me. It shook my world.

The announcement was, “Ms. DJ has given her thong for auction. If the amount crosses 40K, she will play the rest of the party completely BOTTOMLESS here.” Saying this, he took the center and completely unexpectedly lifted my skirt to reveal my pussy. It was still wet with few drops.

I had tears in my eyes and begged him not to do that. He said, “Bitch, when you were jumping for joy, I was fingering you with one hand and taking video with the other. If you don’t do this, I’ll send this video to every pub and club owner in Mumbai. Then  I’ll see who will give you a job. I’ll give you that extra 15K from the auction money of your thong itself.”

He finished that with an evil laugh. I begged him not to do that but in vain. Then he returned my thong and told me to wear it. A table was brought for me. I was asked to stand on it, lifting my skirt and showing my thong so that everyone could see what they were auctioning for.

I was dying of shame. Still, I climbed the table, lifted my skirt, and took two rounds for everyone. Finally, the auction started. The price started from 5K, increasing to 30K in no time. Surprisingly the girls were also taking part in the auction.

Finally the auction was slowing down. I was praying to every God I know that it shouldn’t cross 40K. But alas, it happened, and a girl named Helly won it, to my surprise, with 43K.

Soon I got to know she was a lesbian. She demanded a kiss from me with the thong. She said she would be one who would remove my skirt and thong to make me bottomless.

I was watching everything as a statue. I couldn’t believe what was going on and what would happen to me. How would it change my life? Soon Helly climbed onto the auction table and first kissed me passionately.

It was the first time I was kissing a woman. To be honest, I find it very charming even at that moment. Well, credit goes to Helly, also. She was a brilliant kisser. Then she opened my skirt and threw it to the boys.

Then she got down and lowered my thong to my ankle. Time was stopped for me. I couldn’t move. Then she ordered me to lift my foot so she could remove it. I just followed the order, and she smiled, smelled it and kissed it.

What happened next? Well, stay tuned for the next part.

It’s my first story here, and I’m no writer. I just wanted to share my experience. Please give your feedback so that I can rectify the mistake next time. Thank you.

Hi readers, I am here with the third part of the series, “Incest Journey”. I hope you all enjoyed the first two parts of the series. Let’s start with the third part.

Our marriage was set for the next month. Mom was too busy with marriage arrangements. She didn’t even have some time to spend with me. But fifteen days before my marriage, one night I forced mom for some bed pleasure.

Mom: Can’t you wait for some more days, Vijay? You will get a wife and can fuck her.

Me: Are you still loving me, mom? All these words of yours are like ignoring me.

Mom: Son, it’s not like that. I love you. But you have to love your wife as well. She will give you even more pleasure than me.

Me: Mom, I told you. I will fuck you even if I get married. I want to be with you tonight.

Then I threw her into the bed and removed her saree. She was still feeling sinning. I wanted to remove this feeling from her. For that, I had to show her how much happiness she would get when she was with me.

Mom was in her blouse and petticoat in the bed waiting for men. I couldn’t resist. I jumped into her and kissed her lips. I opened her blouse and removed the bra. Then I started sucking her right boob and squeezing her left boob with my hand. I can tell that she was enjoying all this by the moaning she made.

Then I went down and lifted her petticoat and removed her underwear. She folded her two legs in shyness. But I spread her legs wider and entered into her petticoat. I didn’t start licking her pussy. I was just playing and rubbing it.

My mom was not in her control. I inserted one of my fingers into her pussy and she made some moan, “Ahh yeah ahh..” Then I inserted the second finger as well. This time, she moaned even louder.

After that, I started licking my mom’s pussy.

Mom: Ahhh, please..deeper, lick me more, haaa.

I inserted my finger in her ass also. This time, she screamed louder, “Ahhhhhh..” I was not sure how much time she could hold herself. She would release any time.

I started licking more intensely, fucking her asshole with my finger. Suddenly, she released in my mouth with a scream. On the second round, for her, I placed my dick on her pussy rubbing gently. She was out of her control, begging me.

Mom: Please Vijay, don’t tease me like that. Please put it in my pussy. I am begging you.

I started fucking my mother from behind. I fucked her hard because of the long gap between us. Her mouth was screaming like hell.

Mom: Ahhhhh, please fuck, don’t stop. Ahhh ahh yeah Ahh..

Now she took the lead and rode my cock fast. But after three consecutive orgasms, she couldn’t come herself. I placed her on the bed and started fucking her in a missionary position. The only thing she could do now was to hold tightly the bed with her hands and scream as much as she could.

I was also on my limit. I started giving strokes faster and she was also ready for another orgasm. After 2 minutes, I filled my warm cum inside her pussy and she also released.

Me: Mom, after a long time, I cummed inside you. I am so happy today.

Mom: But today is not safe for me.

Me: I know, mom. I have brought some pills for you. Take one and no need to worry.

Mom: Your marriage will be there after 15 days and you are fucking your mom.

Me: Mom, how could I marry a girl if I can’t satisfy my mom?

Mom: You know what. Today is the best day. I never experienced this much pleasure in my entire life. You can satisfy any woman.

Me: Thank you, mom.

Mom: Love you, son.

Then we both slept like that overlapping our nude bodies. But we didn’t know that time that some eyes were watching all the lustful actions we both did.

Days passed, and the marriage day came. The bride and bridegroom family met each other. That time, I saw Krishna, the bride’s sister for the first time. She was more beautiful than her sister.

After seeing her, I decided to make her my bride! But It was too difficult. Since I was marrying her sister, I couldn’t get her legally. I had to come up with some plan that everyone had to accept to marry Krishna as a second wife.

There would be no problem with my family. The main thing was convincing Keerthi and Krishna’s family. But I had time. Since I was marrying Keerthi now, they would take time for Krishna’s marriage. Before that, I had to come up with a plan.

Right now, Everyone was busy with my marriage. Then suddenly, Keerthi came to me. We both didn’t talk after the marriage was fixed. So, I thought she came to me for a small talk.

Keerthi: Hey, Vijay.

Me: Hi Keerthi, how are you?

Keerthi: I am good. How are you, Vijay?

Me: I’m fine. In fact, I am so excited today. From today onward, we’ll become husband and wife.

Keerthi: You are right. I also have some fear in my heart. I don’t know whether it is fear or not. But my heartbeat keeps on rising.

Me: Don’t worry. We will be happy in our married life. I will do everything to make you happy.

She smiled. Then her sister Krishna called her to get ready for marriage.

We both families didn’t have many relatives. So, the marriage was quite silent. But my sister was an extreme person. She was the one creating the marriage environment on all sides.

The marriage was completed and everyone was happy. My sister and Krishna were decorating the bedroom for the first night. When I was entering the room, Krishna left and my sister stopped me.

Vidya: Hi brother, what about tonight? Do you have any plans?

Me: You are a shameless person. Go out, this is my first night. Let me feel free.

Vidya: Oh, brother! Why are you so nervous? You took a lot of training from mom, right?

(I was shocked to her here that.)

Me: What are you saying, Vidya?

Vidya: Don’t act too smart, brother. I saw how mom and you are loving each other 2 weeks back. It’s ok. I can understand the situation. So, don’t worry too much. Feel free and make my sister-in-law happy tonight. But don’t forget mom and me.

***

Ok readers, in the 4th part, I will share with you my first night experience. I got so many views and likes for the first two parts of the story. I hope you’ll all like the third part too. Leave a comment about your thoughts on the 4th part of this story.

What about the future plot of this story?

Hello Readers. My name is Rahul. And I live in Mumbai, Maharashtra, from a typical Marathi middle-class family. I am 28 years, and life was going great until 2020 happened.

I have a beautiful wife, the love of my life Gayatri. Gayatri and I were childhood friends from school when I had a huge crush on her. It was love at first sight when I saw her. We dated for a few years after completing our Bachelor’s degree and married a few years later.

We reside in a good society with 3 buildings and a nice garden for recreational activities. My wife has a great figure. She’s 5 feet 6 with a great set of boobs (my favorite). She is slim and gorgeous. She has thick silky, and wavy hair which reaches to her waist. They are just gorgeous.

I am 5 feet 8 tall and have maintained a good physique. I work out regularly with my beautiful wife. I work in an MNC, and my wife is a part-time designer. She mostly goes for her site visits once a week. We share a good romantic life. Every evening, we stroll in our society garden and enjoy our time together.

We sit on the couch at night, discuss our day, and cuddle each other. Our sex life is also great! We have sex almost 3-4 times a week. And a lot of cuddling every night while sleeping. I can never forget that Saturday evening that came into my life.

I had my weekend off from work. Gayatri and I were walking in the garden as usual in the evening. Gayatri told me a new family was shifted into our building on the above floor. She told me that a family named Kulkarni had come to stay and had shifted today afternoon.

Usually, in cities like Mumbai, every day, you will hear that every other person is shifting or relocating. But something special was going to happen, which life had planned my way.

While strolling, I saw a lady walk past me with a bag full of groceries. She was fair, a little shorter than Gayatri and had a good slim physique. Her hair was brownish when I saw her from the front. As soon as she crossed us, I just turned to take a look at that beautiful lady.

I was shocked. I saw one of the longest braids in my life! I was thick as my wrist and reached the lady’s knees. That day my long-hidden fetish was again aroused. From my childhood, being surrounded by long hair women in my house, I had created a fetish for long hair women.

I loved to play with the braids of my grandmother and my mom when they used to sleep. Whenever I used to go to my Aunt during my teenage years, I used to sleep beside my Aunt. I would smell her braid when she fell asleep beside me.

As I grew old, I had to keep my fantasies aside and focus on my career. But now, when I saw that beautiful lady, my love for long-haired women aroused. Gayatri and I kept walking, and I was all lost in the thoughts of the long-haired lady.

Gayatri (poking my arm): Where are you lost? Did you even listen to what I was saying?

Me: Sorry! I was thinking about something. What did you say?

Gayatri: I was saying that we should meet our new neighbor upstairs. Let’s greet them. We’ll visit them on the way home after our walk.

Me: Ya sure, darling.

While returning home, Gayatri and I went upstairs to meet the new neighbors. I rang the bell. I didn’t know what plans God had for me. The same lady happened to open the door! I was blanked straight out, and my heartbeats shot up.

Gayatri greeted the lady, “Hello, we stay in the apartment downstairs. We came to know you have shifted here today, so we thought we would meet our new neighbor.”

The lady was quite friendly. She offered to come in for a cup of tea. Her name was Kavita. Gayatri and I sat on the sofa, and Kavita went into the kitchen to make us tea. Her hair was tied into a huge loose bun covering her nape. I was pretty excited about these things unfolding so quickly.

The home was clean with few boxes as the family had just shifted in the morning. While looking around, I saw a photo frame. It had Kavita, along with an old guy and a young boy. I suppose it was her husband and son.

Kavita returned with our tea and sat on the opposite couch. We just had a general chat. Gayatri and I discussed our professions, society, the weather, etc. I learned that she had a son who had gone to the USA a year back and was going to settle there.

But I was curious about the second person in the frame. So I asked her who that second guy was, pointing at the frame. She became emotional and told us that it was her husband. He had passed away when her son was just in 4th standard. She missed him, and he loved her very much. He died of a heart attack.

Gayatri and I were sad about the news and consoled her. Gayatri went off the topic to cheer her up and started chit-chatting about our neighbors. I was gazing around the house and listening.

Gayatri: By the way, Kavita, you have got nice hair! They are very long. I was just amazed when I saw you down while walking in the evening.

Kavita: I like them long, and my husband also loved me with my long hair. They were on the ankle a few months back, but I trimmed them last week to my knees.

“Wow!” was my reaction. I was getting my hard-on. But I managed to cover it up by crossing my legs in front of them. Gayatri invited her for dinner since her home was still not arranged properly because of the shifting. Kavita accepted her invitation.

I was going crazy that Kavita would come for dinner tonight. I would be able to behold that beautiful hair and enjoy them at night.

Gayatri and I went home. After returning home, Gayatri started preparing dinner. I just enjoyed watching television on the living room couch. After preparing dinner, Gayatri joined me on the couch. We sat next to each other, with Gayatri resting her head on my shoulder.

Mentally I was still thinking about Kavita. I would love to hold her braid, her bun and fuck her. It would be my most loving fantasy to fuck Kavita. My dick started erecting, and Gayatri noticed that. She asked what had happened and why I was excited suddenly.

I was about to confess to her, but at the same time, our doorbell rang. I went into the bedroom to adjust my crotch, and Gayatri opened the door. It was Kavita who had come for dinner. She had her hair in a braid on her front side, reaching her knees.

The braid was so long that I was looking at it, staring at it. I felt a chill going through my spine. I showed her the couch and signaled her to sit. My eyes were still glued to that beautiful silky hair.

I was so lost in watching her hair that Gayatri had to intervene, “What are you waiting for, Rahul? Let’s sit down for dinner.” I was embarrassed that they might have noticed me staring at Kavita’s hair. This was the first time after our marriage I was turned on by someone other than my wife.

Throughout the dinner, I could barely concentrate on eating. I was staring at Kavita. Both Gayatri and Kavita were busy chit-chatting. They had become very close friends so fast. After dinner, Kavita left for her home. She and Gayatri already planned to hang out tomorrow.

I returned to my bedroom, and Gayatri joined me on the bed. I got so excited that my boner returned. Gayatri was just surprised that why was I getting so excited so often today. Gayatri just came close and whispered, “I think someone is really in the mood today.” (keeping her hand on my crotch over my pants).

She pulled my dick out from my trousers and stroked it while sitting beside me. I went close to her, and we kissed. She spat on my dick and started to give me a blowjob. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of it. I felt the pleasure as her hand went up and down over my wet dick.

The thoughts of Kavita excited me even more. I wanted to kiss her all over her body, her hair. I wanted Kavitas braid wrapped around my 7 inch long dick and to fuck every hole of her braid. I was on the verge of cumming. Gayatri started to stroke my dick even faster. I finally came. This was the heaviest I ever cum.

Covering her head in my love juice. My dick was still giving small spurts of semen, which Gayatri drank happily and licked my dick clean. Before she could go to the bathroom to clean herself up, I pulled her close to me. I was frightened to say this, but I gathered my courage and confessed.

“Gayatri, I want to tell you something. From childhood, I have had a fantasy. Call it a fetish, maybe. I am fascinated by the long hair of women, or maybe say not the women but their long hair. Every woman in my family had long hair, and I used to get aroused by it.”

“I felt I got over this fantasy, but today when I saw Kavita, I couldn’t control it. Her long braid appears in front of my eyes as soon as I close my eyes. My dick gets hard for it. I am sure even if her heavy mass of hair touch my dick, it will start dripping.”

“I feel like fucking her hair in a bun, then with her hair in a braid and then with hair loose, all over the bed. I cannot control my mind. But then I feel guilty about betraying you. I love you so much, Gayatri, and I don’t know how these thoughts of my past fantasies are just crowding my mind since the evening!”

“I am sorry, baby, if I have hurt your feelings. But please be sure I love you and will never cheat on you.” This was it. I had gathered all my courage to confess this to my wife. I just thought I had made a mistake telling her. Have I just ruined our marriage? I was about to have a breakdown.

My eyes were full of water. But I felt good to have relieved myself of my thoughts in front of my best friend. I was just absent in my emotions and felt Gayatri’s hand coming towards me.

She held my head with her soft hands and looked into my eyes. “Rahul, listen here. No need to cry, baby. I can understand your feelings. I know you will never hurt me. You care for me. It’s okay, Rahul,” She added “ I understand your fantasy. Everyone has one, and it’s okay.”

Gayatri comforted me. She hugged me as we slept on the bed. I just put my head on her breasts, and she held my head from behind and comforted me. It was not soon enough till I slept.

The next morning, on Sunday, I got up late, having the best deep sleep of my life. It was around 11:30 in the morning. My head felt heavy, and it took me a while to come to my senses. I walked to the kitchen, and Gayatri was standing there.

“So you got up, baby. I hope you had a nice sleep at night. I am making tea for you. Go sit on the couch. I will join you there.” I just listened to what she said, went to the living room, and sat on the couch. She came and sat beside me on the left, keeping the cup of tea on the table in front.

She kept her right hand on my left thigh and moved her soft hand around my thigh, “You know what? I just came from the grocery store, and whom do you think I must have gone with? (Thoughts ran through my mind) Ya, it was my dear friend Kavita.”

Gayatri smiled, looking straight into my eyes. It made me very nervous. “We also strolled in the garden for a while and returned. You must be very curious. So let me tell you that She was in a beautiful light blue dress. I know it is your favorite color. Such a coincidence.”

“What an aroma she had when I met her in the building lobby. It was coming from her hair. She must have washed it in the morning. Ya, and the most important thing that you particularly would like me to tell is neither had she put her hair in her big thick bun nor put it in a braid.”

“It was all open and kept together with a small center clip. It was heaven to watch, my darling. Everyone in the park would turn around to watch her beautiful hair.  I wish you were there, honey.”

With those words coming from my wife’s mouth, I was getting turned on and shocked. My dick got harder and harder with every word she described Kavita.

“Look who’s getting aroused. Let that little monster be in the cage, getting desperate to be let out for my soft hand to caress it! And by the way, I have something to show you, baby.”

With that, Gayatri pulled out her phone and opened her camera photos. She showed me the latest pictures, which she clicked in the morning. It was of Kavita and her hair. “I know. You like what you see, don’t you?” I just nodded. Gayatri slipped my trousers and took my throbbing dick out of my underpants.

“I know what you like, my dear husband.” She started scrolling through the pictures one by one with her phone in her left hand, showing me and caressing my dick with her right. She spat on it, kissed the tip of my dick, took it in her mouth, and started giving me the best blowjob.

Once she scrolled through all the photos, she stopped. My dick was hard and erect as if it had grown ½ inch taller. She then put the phone aside and stood in front of me. She undressed and took her beautiful thick hair in front over her right shoulder. She made a beautiful, monstrous braid of her hair.

She came close to me while I was half-naked on the couch. She then wrapped my dick around my cock and started moving it up and down.

“This is what you want, right, my lovely husband? You are surely enjoying this treatment, aren’t you? Now I want you to fucking cum harder while I rub my braid on your rod. Would you do that for me, dear?”

With this, she started to move her braid wrapped around my monstrous cock more vigorously with her hand. I could not withstand this. The softness of her silky hair on my dick. My long-lost fantasy, which I was living. I cum, I cum hard.  It all came on the braid, and some of it even got sprayed on her mouth.

Me: I love you, Gayatri. Ahhhh!

I moaned in pleasure. Gayatri then wasted no time cleaning my dick with her tongue and sat beside me. Holding her braid and showing her cum on it, she even licked the cum on her braid. It was such a sexy feeling seeing my wife like this.

Gayatri: Rahul, I have another surprise for you. I am not cutting them.

Me: What? I cannot understand, darling.

Gayatri: I mean, I will grow my hair as you like. I will grow them so long that you won’t imagine, baby.

I was feeling very, very happy. I couldn’t imagine that one evening could turn my life into heaven. I was so happy and aroused that my dick again stood hard. I just lifted Gayatri in my arms and took her to the bedroom. I fucked her the whole afternoon.

We kissed, and I made her cum thrice. She gave me a good hairjob, even better than the previous one. I kissed her hair, and her braid even fucked her bun. I kissed her all over her body. It was such an intense session that we just passed out.

We slept for another 2 hours, all naked on the bed. I was holding her waist from behind and digging my face through her hair onto her nape the whole afternoon.

To be continued.

Hope you all enjoyed this story, especially the long-hair lovers. More parts of this story will be available soon. I hope to see a good response to the story. It motivates me to bring even more stories in the future. Thank you.

Hello friends. Main Ayush fir se hazir hu kahani ke agle part ke saath. Meri ye kahani bhi real incidents ke upar based hai. Ye kahani thodi lambi hai lekin humari life ka bohut important part hai.

To ladkon apna lund apne haath mein le ke aur ladkiyan apni ungli apni chut mein daal ke taiyaar ho jaiye. Ek aur dhamakedar kahani ke liye.

Vaani ki tabadtod chudai ke baad main, Vaani aur Ankita teeno balcony mein hi nange to gaye. Subah meri aankh khuli to maine dekha, Vaani nashe mein behosh mere left side mein padi thi. Ankita kacchi nind mein mere baaho mein.

Uska sar meri chest par tha aur usne mujhe aise hug kiya hua tha maano jaise meri lover ho. Maine use sar pe kiss kiya aur uski nind khul gayi.

Ankita- Good morning, love.

Ayush- Good morning beautiful. Andar chale?

Ankita- Hmmm, I am too tired to walk. Utha ke le chalo na please.

Ayush – Ok. Vaani ka kya kare?

Ankita- Rehne do usko. Aise nangi behosh acchi lag rahi hai. Bagal walo ne dekh liya to unka bhi morning good ho jayega. Hum dono hasne lage. Maine usko god mein utha kar andar sofe pa leta diya.

Thodi der hug karne ke baad maine mauke ka fayda uthaya aur usko kiss karne laga. Usne mera khada lund haath mein liya aur hilane lagi. Maine kiss karte hue left hand se uska face pakda aur right hand ki ungli uski choot mein daal di.

Usne zore se siski bhari aur sex ke nashe mein doob gayi. Tabhi humne balcony se Vaani ki awaz suni. Vaani hosh mein aane lagi thi. Halki halki dhoop aa gayi thi aur dhoop mein Vaani ka nanga badan chamak raha tha. Woh uthne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Humara moment kharab ho chuka tha to main gaya aur use utha ke bedroom mein leta diya.

Ankita- Ye Vaani ke wajah se hum kabhi sex nahi kar payenge. Iska kuch to karna padega. Tumhe Vaani ko dusre ladkon se chudwane ki fantasy hai na? Mere pass 1 idea hai.

Ayush – Ankita, main Vaani se pyar karta hu. Apni fantasy ke liye usko danger mein nahi daalunga main.

Ankita- Chinta mat karo. Control tumhare paas hi rahega.

Ankita Vaani ki best friend thi. Usko har woh ladke ke baare mein pata tha jisko Vaani ke upar crush tha. Ankita ne 1 WhatsApp group banaya, ‘Vaani ki chudai ka free show.’ Aur usme Vaani ke 6-7 old crushes ko add kiya.

Group mein pehle message daala – “Aaj tak apni crush ko dekh kar bas ankhon se hi nanga kiya hai. Ab se uski chudai ka direct video yaha milega. Jitne bhi logon ko jaante ho jinko Vaani pe crush tha, sab ko is group mein add karo. Ye closed group rahega, bas humare liye.”

Dekhte hi dekhte usme 21 members ho gaye. Jinme se 1 Vaani ka college best friend Shubhu bhi tha. Ankita ne Vaani ki bohut saari nangi fotos khichi aur raat ki bhi sab videos daal di.

Saare ladke pagal hone lage aur group pe messages ki baad aa gayi. Fone bajta hua sun kar Vaani ki nind khuli aur usne pucha ke kya ho raha hai. Main aur Ankita uske paas bed pe baith gaye.

Maine Vaani ka sar apni god mein rakha aur Ankita ne usko fone dikha ke saari kahani batai. Uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi. Use samajh nahi aa ra tha ke kya ho raha hai. Usne meri taraf dekha,

Vaani – Bhosdi walon ye sab kya hai? Ankita behnchod tu meri dost hai ya dushman? Main koi bazaru randi hu kya jo tune mera porn bana ke usko broadcast kar diya? Ayush tum mere sath aisa kaise kar sakte ho? Ye log mere dost hai, inke saamne meri izzat le li tumne.

Ayush – Baby, upset mat ho. Mujhe pata hai tumhe chudai ke time audience pasand hai. Maine notice kiya hai kal video call pe Ankita ke bf ka lund dekh ke tum kitna excited ho gayi thi. Aur chat pe bhi tumhe record hone mein maza aaya tha.

Ankita – Babe, tum messages to padho, fir kehna

Vaani messages padhne lagi. Usme har tarah ki gaaliya de rahe the log.

‘Ye Vaani saali kitni sidhi saadhi banti thi, dekho kaise randi ke tarah chud rahi hai.’

‘Isko to main kothe pe bithau aur bohut saare paise kamau. Maderchod saali humesha se hi randi thi, bas natak karti thi.’

‘Isko gale mein patta daal ke apne kutte se chudwane mein bohut maza ayega. Iska gangbang karenge, iske haath pair baandh ke din raat mil kar chodenge.’

‘Isko main apne bacche ki maa banunga.’

Vaani garam ho gayi aur meri god mein lete lete mera pura lund apne muh mein le ke chusne lagi. Tabhi Shubhu ka voice message aaya.

‘Mujhe Ayush se jalan hoti hai. Main Vaani se saccha pyar karta tha lekin kabhi keh nahi paya. Agar mujhe mauka mila hota to main use sirf apne liye sambhal kar rakhta.’

Hum teeno ko pata tha ke Shubhu Vaani se pyar karta tha. Par woh ek sidha sadha Bengali ladka tha. Main Delhi se hu aur mere dad builder hai Isliye Shubhu mujhse thoda darta bhi tha. Isliye woh kabhi Vaani ko kuch keh nahi paya.

Ankita ne fone liya aur dusre room mein chali gayi. Usne Shubhu ko message kar ke raat ko ghar pe bula liya aur chupke se mujhe bata diya. Humne Vaani ko chudwane ka plan banaya lekin usko kuch nahi pata tha.

Hum naha dho ke taiyaar ho gaye. Humne decide kiya ke hum aaj nange hi rahenge. Humne khana order kiya aur dekhte hi dekhte raat ho gayi. Vaani hangover ke chalte bedroom se bahar nahi nikal rahi thi.

Ankita ko Shubhu ka text aaya, woh pohachne wala tha. Ankita ne mujhe ishara kiya aur ab time tha show shuru karne ka.

Aage ki kahani, Vaani ki zubani.

Raat ho gayi thi aur Ayush bagal mein baitha daru gatak raha tha. Woh as usual dheere dheere horny ho raha tha aur main samajh gayi ke meri chudai ka time aa chuka hai.

Usne dheere se mere kaan mein whisper kiya, “Baby tumhare liye 1 surprise hai. Aaj main tumhe blindfold kar ke chodna chahta hu.” Itni der mein Ankita bhi room mein aa gayi aur uske chehre pe 1 ajeeb si muskaan thi.

Mujhe dono ne, aankho pe patti bandh kar bed pe leta diya. Ankita mujhe lips pe kiss kar rahi thi aur Ayush meri chut ko aam ke jaise choos raha tha. Mujhe kuch dikh nahi raha tha.

Par apne nange badan par Ayush aur Ankita ke haath mehsoos ho rahe the. Main madhosh ho gayi aur kuch der baad jhadne hi wali thi ke mujhe apne boobs par muth girta hua mehsoos hua.

Ayush agar meri choot chaat ra tha to ye kiska muth tha? Main dar gayi, hadbada ke uthi aur blindfold utaar diya. Maine jo dekha usse mera dil dehal gaya.

Shubhu ekdum nanga, apna lund liya bed ke bagal mein khada tha. Main dar gayi aur bedsheet se apne aap ko dhakne ki nakaam koshish karne lagi.

Vaani- Ayush madherchod. Ye sab kya hai. Ye yaha kya kar raha hai? Randi samajh rakha hai tune mujhe? Jisko chahe bula le aur mujhe chudwa de? Kya chahta hai tu? Kothe pe le ja ke bech de na mujhe isse accha.

Ayush – Chup behenchod. Zyada natak mat kar. Dekh bechare ko. Itna pyar karta hai lekin aaj tak bas chup chap sehta raha. Aur tujhe to dusre lund lene ka bohut shaukh hai. Main ye nahi bol raha ke isse chud ja.

Ayush – Lekin bechare ko apni chut ka swaad to de hi sakti hai. Tu bhi jhad jayegi aur iska bhi sapna pura ho jayega. Dekho bechare ne kitna taza garam garam muth tumhare upar nikaala hai. Sach bolo, tumhe man nahi kar raha isko khane ka?

Maine Shubhu ko dekha. Uska lund zyada bada nahi tha. Woh sar jhukaye khada tha aur uske ankho mein ansu the. Mujhe daya aa gayi aur Ayush ke zabardasti karne pe main maan gayi.

Maine apne chuchiyon pe se uska muth uthaya aur chaat kar saaf kar liya. Jo bacha tha woh Ankita chaat gayi aur isi bahane zor mein mere nipple bhi choos gayi. Uska taste Ayush se thoda alag tha.

Ayush smoker tha aur sharab bhi pita tha isliye uska taste thoda kadwa hai. Lekin Shubhu ke muth mein thodi mithaas thi. Main sochne lagi ke kya sabhi Bangaliyon ke muth mein mithaas hoti hai?

Ya ye smoking aur drinking nahi karne ke wajah se hai? Mujhe mail kar ke zaroor bataiye ga agar aapko pata ho to.

Shubhu ki khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Woh jaldi se aaya aur apna sar meri dono tangon ke beech gaad diya aur janwaron ke jaise meri chut chusne laga. Maine kas ke ‘Aah’ ki awaz nikaali. Ayush mere sar ke paas aa gaya aur apna lund mere mu mein thoos diya.

Main jhadne wali thi isliye maine Ayush ka lund bhooki randi ke jaise chosne lagi. Woh jhad gaya aur main pura muth choos choos ke pi gayi. Thodi se der mein main bhi full flow mein jhad gayi. Apne badan ko dheela chod diya aur apni ankhe band kar ke let gayi.

Mujhe laga ke ab chudai khatam lekin main galat thi. Kisi ne meri dono tange pakad ke upar utha diya. Mere andar ankhe kholne ki energy isliye main sirf guess hi kar rahi thi. Haath soft the isliye I knew woh Ankita hai.

1 lund meri khuli hui choot mein jaane ki koshish karne laga. Lekin ye kya, ye itna dhila kyu hai. Ayush ka lund to bohut bada hai. Kya woh thik se khada nahi hua? Maine aankhe kholi to to dekha Ankita meri tange pakdi hui hai.

Ayush apna lund liye mere bagal mein baitha hai aur Shubhu mujhe chodne ki koshish kar raha hai. Main ghabra ke uthne lagi. To Ayush ne mere dono haatho to pin kar diya aur apna pura wazan de ke mujhe kiss karne laga.

Ankita aur Ayush ke pakde hone ke karan main hil nahi pai Shubhu ka lund meri choot mein andar jaane laga. Maano sab slow motion mein ho ra ho. Mujhe feel ho raha tha kaise Shubhu ke lund ka 1-1 cm meri chut ko faila ke andar ja raha tha.

Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ke mera boyfriend mujhe pakad ke kisi aur ladke se chudwa raha tha. Main bas yahi soch mein dubi hui thi ke ye sab ho kya raha tha.

Shubhu ne mujhe dheere dheere chodna shuru kiya. Uska lund meri choot ko ragadta hua andar bahar ho raha tha aur mujhe maza aane laga. Guilt ke maare meri ankho mein ansu aa gaye.

Vaani- Aaahh, baby, I’m sorry. Mujhe pata hai ye galat hai par main apne aap ko rok nahi pa rahi. Mujhe bohut zada maza aa raha hai. I am really sorry love. Chodo please, aur andar daalo. Please mujhe maaf kar do baby aur faad do meri choot.

Ye dekh ke Ayush ne mere forehead pe kiss kiya, mere ansu poche aur mera sar sehlane laga. Mera bf mera sar aur baal sehla raha tha, meri best friend meri tangen pakdi hui thi. Aur mera college friend mujhe janwaron ke jaise chod raha tha.

Maine kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ke meri zindagi mein aisa din bhi ayega. Mere sharir mein ab orgasm ki bhi energy nahi bachi thi lekin main fir bhi jhad gayi. Fountain ke jaise cum aur paani meri choot se bahar aaya aur main thak kar behosh ho gayi.

Lagbhag aadhi raat ko mujhe hosh aaya to main bed par ulta, pet ke bal leti hui thi. Mujhe mehsus hua ke meri gand ki chudai ho rahi hai. Main hil nahi pa rahi thi.

Lekin ankhe kholne ki koshish ki to dekha Ayush Ankita ko ghodi bana ke uske baal khich kar zoro se chudai kar raha hai. Meri best friend mere hi bed pe, mere bf se chud rahi thi. Aur main bagal mein padi kisi aur ladke se gaand marwa rahi thi.

Ankita- Oh, yes, chod bhadwe aur zor se. Dekh teri rand hosh mein aa rahi hai. Dikha isko ke asli chudai kaise hoti hai. Ulta kar mujhe aur laal kar de mera sharir apne thappadon se.

Ayush ne Ankita ko missionary mein leta diya aur 1 jhatke mein apna pura khada lund uski choot faadte hue andar daal diya. Usne Ankita ke upar thappadon ki barish kar di.

Ankita- Aah, aur tez maar na randi ki aulaad. Teri raand maa ne tujhe kabhi maara nahi kya? Baal se pakad ke maar, napunsak. Tere baap mein bhi dum nahi aur tujhme bhi nahi.

*chataak* *chataak* *chataak*

Ayush uske baal chich ke, chehre aur boobs pe thappad barsa raha tha aur bur faad chudai kar raha tha. Sara bed bas unki chudai ke karan zor se hil raha tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya ke Shubhu hi meri gaand chod raha hai.

Vaani- Aaah. Shubhu dard ho raha hai.

Shubhu turant ruk gaya aur bohut hi pyaar se mujhse pucha, “I’m sorry Vaani, tum kaho to main ruk jau.” Mujhe ab bas aaram chahiye tha lekin Ayush aur Ankita ko dekh mujhe bohut jalan hui.

Shubhu ka Pyaar dekhte hue maine kaha, “Nahi, nahi Shubhu. Mere boyfriend ne Ankita ko chodne ke liye mujhe tumhare hawale kar diya hai. Na chahte hue bhi aaj main tumhari hu. Jo karna hai karo. Main kuch hai bolungi.”

Itna sunte hu Shubhu bhi josh mein aa gaya. Usne apne right hand se mere sir ko piche se niche bed pe dabaya. Mere dono haath peeche kar ke meri peeth pe kar ke apne left hand se pakad liya, Aur pura dum laga ke mujhe niche daba diya.

Main mattress mein dhas gayi thi aur woh pura dum laga ke meri gaand chodne laga. Main bed pe ulta leti, dard se chillane lagi lekin meri chudai ruki nahi. Shubhu to nahi jhada lekin main jhad gayi.

Mere sharir se energy ka last drop bhi drain jo chuka tha. Lekin meri chudai nahi ruki. Main thak ke chudte hue hi fir se behosh ho gayi.

Agle din jab meri nind khuli to room mein koi nahi tha aur mere pure body pe muth hi muth tha. Chaaro taraf tripods pe fone lage hue the. Main himmat kar ke uthi aur 1 fone tripod se nikaala.

Videos dekh ke raat ke baare mein sochne lagi. Apne boyfriend ke pyaar mein itni andhi ho gayi ke uske liye dusre ladke se chud gayi. Video dekh ke pata chala ke raat bhar Ayush aur Shubhu ne turn by turn mujhe behoshi ke halat mein choda hai. Aur kamsekam 8-10 baar mujhpe jhade hain.

Mujhe ab lund ka chaska lag gaya tha. Lekin mujhe ye pata nahi tha ke ye to bas shuruaat thi. Main Ayush ke lund ki addicted thi lekin mujhe ab gair lund se chudne ki bhi bhook ho gayi thi.

Aage kya kya hota hai, janiye agle parts mein. Mujhe zaroor bataiye apko meri kahani padh kar kaisa laga. Aur mujhe apni fantasies zaroor bhejiye. Mail id is – [email protected].

Hello doston, ye kahani bilkul sach hai, jisne meri life mein sex karne ke nazariye ko badal diya. Main Anil Agra ke ek sarkari vibhaag mein engineer hu. Naukari jaldi lag jaane ki wajah se mujhe shaadi bhi jaldi karni padi.

Meri wife Neeti ek average looking lady thi, aur ek arrange marriage aur family pressure mein hamari shaadi hui thi. Maine zindagi mein apne college ke time bahut baar sex kiya tha. Kyunki mujhe kayi mauke mile the.

To shaadi ke baad mujhe apni arrange marriage waale partner se utni iccha nahi thi sex karne ki. Par hamara normal sex light band karke jo hata tha, usme hum dono hi enjoy nahi karte the.

Mujhe aaj bhi apne college mein kiye gf, aur paid sex ki yaad aati thi. Par ek sex jo main kabhi bhool nahi paya tha, wo apni maid ke sath kiya sex tha. Wo maid 19 saal ki thi, aur main 18 saal ka tha.

Lekin wo dekhne mein 16 se zyada ki nahi lagti thi. Uske boobs ek-dum firm the, like unused the. Aise boobs to mujhe apni wife Neeti ke bhi nahi lagte the. Kabhi-kabhi mujhe doubt hota tha, ki uska sex ho chuka tha shaadi se pehle.

Maid ki baat kabhi aur karunga. Ye baat us samay ki hai, jab main shaadi ke baad kisi ko dhoondhta tha apne sex desires poore karne ke liye. Ab samay college wala nahi tha, aur main sarkaari naukari mein bhi tha, to darr bhi lagta tha aisa karne par.

Bahut hath-pair maarne ke baad jab kuch nahi milta, to Neeti ke sath hi sex karke kuch satisfied ho jata tha. Ek din mujhe mere dost college ke whatsapp group par mile. Wo mujhe bole ki ek get-together karte hai Lucknow mein, jaha se maine engineering ki thi.

Sabhi ready ho gaye jisme ki hum 2 room parter the, aur ek Abhimanyu tha. Hum sabhi ko sex ki lat thi college se hi. Aur hum chaaron mein se Abhimanyu ki shaadi abhi kuch maheene baad thi.

Fir hamne ek hotel book kiya, aur first day to college ki baaton mein samay nikal gaya aur sabhi daaru pee kar talli ho gaye. Fir sab so gaye.

Next day hamne paid sex ka plan kiya, aur kyunki hum sabhi kamaate the, to hamne high class call girl ka plan kiya hotel room mein. Rakesh ne kuch search karke online ek number nikala, aur final kar diya. Hame time mila raat 10 baje ka, aur hamne full night ke liye booking ki thi.

Raat mein hum daaru peete rahe, aur porn dekhte rahe ki call girl ke aane par sabhi warm up rahe. Sabhi ne kamre mein dim light kar di thi. Main kuch balcony mein cigarette pee raha tha, ki tabhi ek knock hua darwaze par.

Darwaza khola, to baahar ek lady khadi thi. Wo mini skirt aur jacket mein thi, jisme uski cleavage dikh rahi thi. Usne room mein entry li, uske baal curly the.

Balcony se mujhe red dim light mein face nahi dikh raha tha, par enter karte hi Rakesh ne usko hug kiya, aur uske cleavage ko ghoorne laga.

Abhimanyu ne uska bump touch kiya, to usne shararat se Abhimanyu ko cleavage mein kiss ke liye offer kiya. Uska offer Abhimanyu ne accept kiya. Main ye sab balcony mein khada dekh rha tha. Usne offer kiya ki wo saree bhi layi thi.

Now all four were excited to see her in saree. Maine balcony se hi haami bhar di. Fir wo bathroom mein change karne chali gayi. Main wapas room mein aaya to Rakesh ko bola-

Main: Yaar badi sexy lady hai. Kaha se mili? To Rakesh ne uski photo dikhayi jo uske ek dalal ne di thi.

Main photo dekh kar hakka-bakka reh gaya. She was Neeti. Main almost shocked reh gaya, aur mere sath mera ek aur friend Vinni bhi shocked hua. Kyunki Vinni meri shaadi mein aaya tha and he saw Neeti. But fortunately Neeti didn’t recognise him.

Neeti ka figure 34dd-28-36 hai, sach bolu to uska aisa shape maine aaj hi dekha. She was looking damn sexy. Main soch nahi paa raha tha ki kya karu. Aur time bhi kam tha, to maine doston se kaha-

Main: Eye mask laga lete hai, kyunki hotel mein hidden cameras ho sakte hai.

Is par sabhi agree ho gaye, aur sabhi ne ek doosre ko naam se naa bulaane ka fainsla liya.

Iske baad red dim light mein Neeti bathroom se baahar aayi, aur usne ek super sexy bra mein saree pehni thi. Usne blouse nahi pehna tha.

Main ghabra gaya tha, par Neeti ka curly baalon mein aisa look dekh kar excite ho raha tha. Mujhe pehli baar laga ki kya maal thi biwi meri.

Vinni confusion mein tha ki kya kare, par uska lund poore erection mode mein tha. Maine haami bhari ki jaa enjoy kar. Jaise usko isi ka intezaar tha. Fir wo jaake usko zor se hug kar leta hai. Peeche se Rakesh uski naked back aur bra hook se khelne laga, aur waha kiss karne laga.

Main ye sab khada dekh raha tha, aur mera lund lag raha tha ki pant faad kar baahar nikal jayega. Fir wo teeno utha kar usko bed par le gaye. Abhimanyu ne sabse pehle apni jagah pakad li.

Usko kisi bhi lady ki panty se bada lagaav tha. Wo saree utha kar thigh choomne laga, aur beech-beech mein panty soonghne laga. Neeti to aankhen band karke Rakesh se smooch kar rahi thi, aur Vinni uski cleavage par kiss kar raha tha.

Main arouse to ho raha tha par samajh nahi paa raha tha ki kya karu. Cuckolding ke baare mein suna tha, aur aaj dekh raha tha, to ajeeb saa feel ho raha tha. Sach batau, to bahut maza aa raha tha ye sab dekh kar.

Vinni ne saree ka pallu hataya, aur uske boobs ko nikaalne ke liye andar hath daal diya. Isse Neeti kaamp si gayi. Vinni ab ek boob nikaalne mein kamyaab ho gaya, aur nipple tips ko apni jeebh se sehlaane laga. Maine Neeti ke shareer mein ek vibration dekha.

Door se dekh kar mera control kho gaya, aur maine Vinni ko ishara kiya ki doosra boob bhi nikaal le. Rakesh ko to pata nahi smooch mein kitna maza aa raha tha. Wo dono ek-doosre ke jeebh ko choos rahe the aur lips bhi lock kar rahe the.

Doosre mard se apni biwi ka aisa smooch dekh kar mera pre-cum aane laga. Maine doosra boob khud se nikala, aur nipple ko choosa. Mujhe ek alag hi maza aaya. Haalaki maine us boob ko kayi baar choosa tha, par Is baar ka maza hi alag tha.

Neeti ne mere aur Vinni ke sar par hath rakha, aur boobs par press karne lagi, jaise wo aur hard suck chaahti ho.

Abhimanyu panty utaar chuka tha, aur apne jeebh se uski chut mein drill kar raha tha. Maine Neeti ki chut par hath rakha to wo bahut hi garam thi, aur usme se continuous liquid aa raha tha. Uske liquid ko Abhimanyu peeta jaa raha tha.

Rakesh smooch karne ke baad cigarette peene baahar gaya to maine uski jagah le li. Fir maine Neeti ko apna lund diya uske muh mein. Usne clear instructions di thi, ki lund bina condom ke muh mein nahi legi, aur bina condom ke sex bhi nahi karegi.

Neeti ne jaise hi mera lund muh mein liya, thode hi der mein mera maal nikal gaya. Uske baad maine door baith kar uski recording ki, aur live foursome dekha apni wife ka. Recording ke time usne bhi eye mask laga rakha tha.

Maine 2 ghante baad firse intercourse kiya uske sath. Raat bhar Neeti kam se kam 10 baar chudi. Aur subha jab main so kar utha, to pata chala ki wo suraj nikalne ke pehle hi chali gayi thi.

Main agle din ghar pahuncha to Neeti ne apne baal wapas se straight kar liye the aur wahi boring se kapde pehne the. Par abhi bhi wo super hot lag rahi thi.

Agli story mein aage ki kahani bataunga, jo isse bhi zyada interesting hai.

Hi readers, this is Simraan reporting with another sexual thriller to make your day!

Work hard and play hard! That’s my mantra nowadays, you guys.

I work hard in the office and my lover works hard on my pussy and ass in the evening. Every day, he would pick me up from the office and drop me home. In between that, he would pick up and drop me multiple times on his bed for taboo sex.

One day, I brought my lover to my house because my husband had gone out with his friends after work. My bf fucked me in the ass, in the pussy, and shot his cumload in my mouth.

After cleaning up, I stepped outside with him in case any of my neighbours suspected me of having an affair. I decided to drop him at the society gate talking about imaginary office work (using secrets for sex).

Inside the elevator, my bf got horny when he got a whiff of my body washing liquid. I was wearing a skirt dress, so he was bound to get in a lusty mood. He grabbed my big ass cheeks and lifted me up rubbing his cock against my pussy. I too lost control and began to kiss him intensely on the lips.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, I broke our passionate kiss and pleaded with him to leave me. When he did, the end of my dress got stuck in his belt buckle. To my horror, the elevator door opened while my naked lower body was visible! I wasn’t wearing a panty because I expected my lover to grab me one more time.

An unfamiliar boy (only him!) was standing on the other side enjoying the view. His eyes were wide open when he saw my curvy booty and thick thighs.

We managed to recover my dress and stepped outside the elevator. When I stepped on the border of the elevator and the floor, the boy grabbed my ass cheek and pinched it. He knew I couldn’t make a scene because I wasn’t wearing any panties and was caught by the boy in an indecent state. Further enquiry would reveal that I am married and that man was not my husband.

The perverted boy left his hold only when the lift door closed. I was so angry I wished his hand got stuck in the lift.

After a few days, I saw that son of a bitch once again. That time, I got very angry when he made hand gestures showing off that he ejaculated his cum load me.

That day, I asked the security of the building where that boy lived in the society. I marched straight to his house and he followed me with no serious look on. His mother opened the door and welcomed me in. She introduced her husband to me and soon I found myself chatting with my new neighbours over a cup of tea.

I had forgotten about the boy when the doorbell rang. Watching that boy again, my anger popped up. I banged my fist on the desk and startled everyone.

Me: Aunty, your son is a scoundrel. Please teach him how to behave. He…

I still couldn’t tell what he had done the night before. But her mother sensed my thought process and joined her hands in front of me. She was almost crying when she spoke.

Mom: Sorry beta, please don’t judge him on his behaviour. He has a special medical condition…

Me (interrupting): What special condition? Are you trying to save this horny bastard?

Mom: No no, but I can’t stop him either. Please calm down. It’s natural and it’s in the law too…

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But his mom and dad were looking at me as though I had done something wrong. To convince me to calm down, his mom brought the boy in front and gave me a shocking revelation.

Mom: My son rarely finds someone of his type and that’s why he gets excited. Please tell this beautiful lady here that you will not kiss or cuddle a boy again in public.

Me: What?! (totally confused).

Mom: I feel shy to use the word… it…it…

The mom ran inside the room probably crying. So the father completed her thoughts.

Father: Please excuse her. She tries her best to accept the fact. Here, I apologise on behalf of my son.

Me (inside my head): What the fuck are these clowns talking about… what kind of a nutcase family is this…

I left without saying a word and didn’t care if they thought that I was rude. Till the reached my doorstep, I was thinking about the perverted boy.

Me (inside my head): How come is he gay? The son of a bitch grabbed my ass cheeks and pinched them. If I had allowed him to do more, he would have fucked me right inside the elevator.

I made enquires with a few nosy people in the society. They informed that the boy recently identified himself as a homosexual. I knew the asshole was pretending to be gay. But I needed to know why the fuck was he…

My maid walked inside the house giving me an instant idea. For a simple woman, she had an amazing pair of breasts and a well-toned ass. She was an easy target for men because they thought she would have sex for easy money.

I told her to trap that rascal inside the house so that I could catch him red-handed. She hesitated at first but when I assured her of extra money, her tune changed.

One afternoon, my maid successfully lured the boy inside my house. The moment she closed the door, that horny pervert grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed his cock against them.

The boy: You bitch! Look at this booty here… How come you are not a full-time hooker?

My maid: Leave me saheb, my madam will be upset if she sees you with me.

The boy: Aren’t you the one who brought me here? What are you talking about? Fuck that, come here my slut, today I will make you scream in English during sex.

The boy pounced on my maid and grabbed her big boobs in the blouse. His excitement was making him wild and he was enjoying the power he had inside him. I had to stop his play because he tore open my maid’s blouse in excitement!

Me: Whoa whoa whoa Shiney! Control yourself, man. Look at you, your parents would be proud to see you back to normal. Let me show them the good news…

The boy: This was a fucking trap! I’ll teach you a lesson slut…

The boy rushed toward me and tried to pin me down on the floor. In his lustful rage, he forgot that there will be consequences.

I got him under my control and made him understand the situation he was in. He soon realized what a mistake he had committed.

The boy dropped to his knees and began to plead for his stupidity. His eyes were on my mobile phone. I thought he could snatch it and run away with the evidence, so I took charge of the situation.

Me: Will you beg for this mobile or for something else?

The boy was quick to understand what I had said. He knew that grabbing the maid was only a small problem compared to his parents thinking that he has become gay.

The boy: Please madam, please keep this between us. I swear I will do all your household chores for free…

Me: No thanks, I have a maid for that. But you can look after my body.

The boy (quick to understand again but not completely): I am at your service, madam…

Me: Call me mistress, you buttfucker!

I grabbed his hair which gave his scalp a massage. He was already horny and then he became relaxed.

Me: I don’t think you understood what I meant. I said my body, you will have to look after my body.

I sat on the chair and gestured for the boy to come and sit in front of me. He did exactly as I ordered and stuck his neck between my thigh.

Me: I want you to reach my clitoris with your tongue and massage my bean…

The boy was quick to stick his tongue inside my pussy. But I tightened my thighs against his head which made him struggle to reach the juicy spot. I laughed watching him struggle and making him beg me to allow his tongue to reach my vagina.

Finally, he stuck his sloppy tongue and hit the spot right where I wanted it. I was using him as my clit massager because it feels fucking amazing to stimulate the clit.

He had to breathe in that tight spot and get the pleasure of stimulating my pussy all at the same time.

His tongue skills were pretty good for a beginner. The boy sensed my clit beginning to taste salty and before he could escape, I squirted right on his fucking face. He coughed the pussy water that suddenly went inside his throat.

His clit massage refreshed me on a Sunday afternoon. I had got him by the balls (even literally was also possible). But there remained one question.

Me: Why are you pretending to be homosexual though?

The boy: One night, in my uncle’s house, I and my cousin sister were staying awake fooling around. In the heat of the moment, I made her grab my cock and rest her nude ass on it. Now, she’s blackmailing me…

Me: You utter creep…

Over to you guys, what do you suggest I should do next with his pervert? Write in the comments.

I am also available online for hot sex chat and nude cam session. Click here and join a horny Indian girl’s bedroom for adult fun!

Now that my fetish was not hidden from Gayatri anymore, my load of burden was gone. She and I became even closer and used to have sex almost daily. She had become a very close friend to Kavita. At night, Gayatri showed me Kavita’s long hair pictures while she caressed my dick.

I don’t know how she used to manage to get such pics of her, but I was enjoying it very much. Gayatri even used to give me a hairjob most days. She took care of her hair very much after knowing I had a hair fetish. I would massage her head with warm oil on weekends when I had holidays.

Her long hair would be dripping with oil after the oiling session. I used to help her wash, dry her hair, and comb it for her. My mobile is now full of her long hair pics from each weekend. There were even pics of me cumming on her long hair and our many steamy hair jobs.

Gayatri also loved the weekends because she enjoyed herself like a queen that day. Getting my full attention and getting fucked hard hour after hour. Since we were living in a flat alone, we had all the time for both of us. We were the happiest couple.

Kavita also had become our very close friend, except I used to fantasize about her a lot. I used to stare at her and her long hair whenever we met, and Gayatri wouldn’t mind it.

Gayatri and Kavita often hung out on weekends or even after I returned from the office on weekdays. We sometimes went to restaurants, or she used to invite us to her house for dinner. Life was going great.

It was a public holiday on Friday. So I had 3 days straight off from my office. These kinds of holidays are often rare. I thought of making the most out of it. The day before, I had planned to enjoy this mini vacation with Gayatri.

It was Friday morning, and Gayatri came to me in a hurry. She told me she has urgent work with her client regarding her design. So she has to go. She won’t return until evening. I asked her if I could drop her off.

She replied, “No need of it, Rahul. I have asked Kavita to come and make lunch for you. She will be here with you, but please help her with anything she needs. Bye, baby.”

After Gayatri went, I just sat on the couch watching television. After a few minutes, the bell rang. It must be Kavita, I thought. With excitement to see my hair goddess, I ran to the door and opened it. Yes, it was Kavita!

In a beautiful dress, her hair was done in a thick cobra braid, reaching till her knees were put in front of her shoulders. I was watching her in her full glory. “Please make yourself home. Let me get something for you to drink.” I signaled her to sit, my eyes still glued to that beautiful long braid.

I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. I could see her sitting on the couch from the kitchen. Looking at her long beautiful hair, my dick was leaking its love juice. I made tea for us and sat on the chair opposite the couch. While having the tea, we both talked a lot.

I gathered my courage and told her, “Kavita, you have really beautiful hair. Gayatri is getting a lot inspired by you nowadays.”

“Is it?” she exclaimed.

“Yes, of course. You have such beautiful long hair. Anyone would be inspired to grow their hair as long as yours.”

“Thank you so much, Rahul. That is so nice of you. My husband used to tell me to keep my hair long. He used to like them a lot. I still take care of them now as well because I enjoy them being long.”

Her husband must be a hair fetish as well, I thought. Kavita pointed at our balcony. She told me Gayatri had maintained the balcony well with those beautiful plants and flowers. It looks really beautiful in that natural sunlight. Gayatri was very fond of her plants. She decorated our house very well.

Kavita just requested me to take a photo of hers on the balcony as she liked the background very much. I quickly removed my phone instead of her giving it to me so that I could get her photos on my phone. She gave various poses, and I clicked with her happily as often as she told me.

I then opened the gallery and showed her the photos on the couch next to her. She swiped and swiped after every photo. I just looked at her and her hair. And suddenly. “Oops, I guess there are some personal pics here,” Kavita exclaimed. She handed me the mobile.

She saw the pics of Gayatri giving me a hairjob and cum on her hair! I was embarrassed, and my face turned red. “ Very sorry for that. We do have fun at night. I should have forwarded the photos to you instead.”

Kavita: Ya, it happens, Rahul. No need to be embarrassed. I am your friend anyways. Even me and my husband used to have such fun.”

I exclaimed, “ Did you as well?”

Kavita: Ya, he has a long hair fetish. We met at a family event where he just fell in love with me. I had my hair till here. (Kavita pointing with her hand to her thigh). We married eventually, and over the years, I grew my hair to my knees, then till my calves.”

“Wow, how lucky he must have been,” was my reaction.

Kavita: You like my hair, don’t you? Rahul, I have seen you stare at my hair quite often. Correct me if I am wrong.

Me: Ya, sorry. I just cannot ignore that beautiful hair of yours.

Kavita: Would you like to touch them?

I just couldn’t say anything. I was excited that I was getting this opportunity. I was staring at her with my jaw dropped without uttering a single word, lost in my thoughts. She then just held my hand and placed her braid in my hand. “Don’t be shy. Come on.”

I don’t know why she did this, but I enjoyed it. This woman knew how to turn on a hair lover like me. I caught her braid with both my hands. It was thick. “It’s thick, isn’t it?” she asked while holding it. “It feels even thicker when I am holding it,” was my reply.

She just smiled, and I started to enjoy that braid. Since things have come so far, I just gathered my courage and, without her permission, took the braid close to my nose and smelled it. It was a pleasant aroma of the shampoo. It felt like she had just washed it in the morning.

I even brushed the loose end of the braid on my face and enjoyed the softness. I was here enjoying her braid and watching her play without speaking. And below, my dick was now completely erect, which was quite visible on my loose pants.

“Someone’s got excited holding the braid,” whispered Kavita. Bringing me to my senses, pointing towards my boner with her eyes. I was embarrassed. I was about to get up and leave the couch to go to the bedroom. But she just held my arm.

“Even my husband used to get this every day watching my hair loose. He used to love it when I used to wrap my hair around his dick and lick it. I miss getting myself and my hair fucked,” told Kavita while she started to run her hand on my thighs near my crotch.

It gave me goosebumps. “Look what this thick, heavy mass of my hair has done to you! I am sure even if I touch it, you will start dripping. Let me see, ” she whispered. She touched my bulge and gave it a light squeeze without even waiting for me to say anything.

True to what she had said, I burst out all sticky and wet in my underwear and pants. “This even happened to my husband when he saw my hair in its full glory the first time,” she smiled and came close to me. She planted a soft kiss on my lips. I, who wanted to fuck this beauty, couldn’t control much.

I responded to her kiss without caring about cheating on my wife with her friend. We kissed for over 5 minutes while she sat on my lap. Her long braid was touching the floor while she sat on me. She removed my t-shirt, and I removed her top and unbuttoned her bra.

Her soft breasts were now for me to suck. I circled my tongue over her nipples, which aroused her more. It was evident that she desired sexual pleasure for years after her husband died. My dick was again erect in my pants and felt it touching between her thighs. She was moaning with pleasure.

I caught her hair from behind and planted kisses on her neck, cheeks, nape and all over her face. She then stood up in front of me half naked and took all her braid over her shoulder to the front. She sat on her knees in front of me. I was still sitting on the couch with my shirt off.

She pulled my pants to reveal the huge bulge inside my undies. Kavita caressed it with her hands over the thin wet cloth. Caressing her head, I asked her to take it out. Kavita slipped my undies down, and my 7 inch sprang up in full glory. She held my dick in her right hand and planted a soft kiss on the tip of my dick.

She started to circle her tongue around my knob. I was feeling pleasure. She spat on my dick and stroked it while sucking my balls. With every stroke of her soft hands on my dick, it was getting harder and harder. “ Ahh, Kavita, I am loving it,” I moaned.

She pulled her long hair braid towards the front and wrapped it around my long dick. Finally, my fantasy of fucking Kavita’s hair came true. Her braid was so thick that even my long and thick cock was half covered by a single turn of her braid over it. She started to move her braid up and down over my dick.

It was feeling even softer than her hands. She stood up and leaned forward, rubbing my dick more vigorously with her braid. I caught her head with my hands and kissed her. I kissed her like that for over a minute. While doing so, I pressed her boobs and nipples, and she enjoyed it.

I was about to cum because Kavita was rubbing her hair over a minute vigorously on my dick now. So I had to signal her, and she stopped. She then rewrapped her braid around my dick and pulled it from both ends tightly around my 7 inch mass.

“Don’t you cum now, dear? Contain your precious fluid. I want you to release it inside my pussy.” It was difficult to control those sexy words coming into her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil my chance. I somehow managed to control my leaking semen thanks to kegel exercise, which I practice daily.

“ I won’t cum until I fuck every hole of that beautiful braid and your pussy,” I replied to her. I could see her face turn red. She then brushed her open-hair end of braid on my face, smiling, “As you wish.” She held my hand and made me stand from the couch.

We were standing facing each other now. Kavita was naked above her waist, and I was completely naked now. I was enjoying this beauty with my eyes. I was staring at her braid flowing from her shoulder, over her boob, her waist straight till her knees. I went close to her and pulled her close to me.

Her breasts were now rubbing my chest. My erect cock was rubbing against her stomach. I hugged and pressed her ass with my hands while kissing her neck. She held my dick with her right hand, squeezed it tight, and put it in her braid hole.

I could feel her hair strands of loose ends tickling my balls while my dick entangled in her soft braid. She put both her hands on my shoulders. We again smoothed. But I now heard some noise on my door. It was coming from my door lock. It was in no time that the door opened. It was Gayatri!

She opened the door with the keys. I was shocked to see her come back so early. Kavita and I were standing almost naked in front of her with my dick in Kavita’s braid. In those microseconds, my mind was thinking about how to face my wife. Would she ever forgive me for cheating on her? I was sweating.

I could see Gayatri’s face turn red in anger. The first thing she did was close the door. I was not able to face my wife. I just put my head down. She came close and stood right before us with her hands crossed. I was standing embarrassed with a clear sign of guilt on my face.

“How could I do this to her!” my inner voice was yelling at me.

“How could you cheat on me, Rahul? I thought you loved me. One day, when I leave you with another lady, you are like fuck our marriage? Didn’t you think once?” Gayatri lashed out at me.

I was sitting on the sofa (of course, naked), resting my forehead on both hands, regretting. I was about to cry loudly, and Gayatri said, “Kavita, I thought you were my friend. I told you to wait until I come. You already made him naked!”

I was just confused. What the fuck did I listen to? I turned my head up and saw both of them smiling.

Kavita: Gayatri why now.You could have just waited!

Gayatri: Just look at him. My baby would have started crying if I could not have told.”

“What am I missing here? Can anyone explain to me wtf this is happening?” I spoke out loud out of frustration.

Gayatri just came close to me on the sofa and sat next to me. “All this, me going out and inviting Kavita home, was my plan, but this idiot just spoiled it. I told her to wait for me to join. I already see you naked here! I want my darling to explore his fetish.

I confessed to Kavita that you were flat on her the next day you told me. All those pics of Kavita I used to show you were Kavita’s idea. Listening to Gayatri, my mood changed 180 degrees from being sad to extremely happy and thankful to my wife for this amazing gift.

Before I could say anything, Kavita interrupted, saying, “Now enough of talking, come to Gayatri, let me teach you how to give a hairjob to your lovely husband. You want to learn it from me, don’t you?”

“Hmmm,” said Gayatri with a naughty smile, and holding my hand, she asked me to stand up. Both the women were now on their knees, caressing my dick which was now completely erect.

“Did you like this huge monster of my husband?” asked Gayatri, holding my dick in her hand. “Very much,” was her reply. Now both of them started sucking my cock one after the other. When Gayatri had my dick in her mouth, Kavita would have my balls in hers.

They were playing with it just like what I used to watch in porn. I was getting hornier and hornier. Now both were sliding their lips on my erect cock on either side. I enjoyed watching them and the pleasurable sensation I felt on my rod. And eventually, both of them started kissing each other.

Gayatri and Kavita were now in each other’s arms, lying on the floor, kissing each other. And I was now watching them while I sat on the sofa stroking my dick. I was enjoying my wifey doing lesbian with her friend. To arouse me more, Gayatri held Kavita’s braid on her back.

While they hugged, they removed the hair band holding that monstrous braid together. I could see Kavita’s hair unfold slowly with every movement of her head while they were kissing. Gayatri also removed the hairband from her ponytail.

Now I could see my long-haired angels with completely loose hair rubbing each other’s pussy. Gayatri made her stand up to face me. She started rubbing Kavita’s pussy with Kavita’s hair with one hand and pressing her boob with the other while standing behind her.

Kavita was moaning like anything and cum after a few minutes. They again started scissoring each other like crazy. Gayatri was lying on the floor. Kavita was on top of her, and Kavita’s loose hair was all over their body. I could see their swollen clits (pussies) rubbing against each other.

Both of them moaned loudly with pleasure. Eventually, they both came and started licking the fluid leaking from each other’s pussy and smiling at each other. They even swapped the cum from each other’s mouths 3-4 times and kissed each other, after which Kavita drank them all!

It was a sight worth watching. Kavita then started licking Gayatri’s juicy boobs. Her hair was all over Gayatri’s body. She licked her boobs over that hair which turned me on more and more. For me, it was fascinating to see my wife indulging in hair play and intercourse with another long hair lady.

They finally set each other free and kissed each other. And turned their head toward me, smiling. In my mind, I was like, “Friday hai aaj. I am fucking these ladies the whole weekend.” They both came crawling towards me on hands and knees.

Kavita’s hair completely swept the floor. Gayatri’s long hair had come in front, covering both her boobs. It was like two hair goddesses coming toward me. I stopped stroking my dick and removed my hand from it. I caught both my girls by their heads from each hand.

I kissed Gayatri and then Kavita. They were now sitting beside me and me sitting in the middle. “Rahul, I would love to see to fucking, Kavita and me at the same time,” told Gayatri in her beautiful voice. I got goosebumps hearing those words from her mouth.

“I want my dear hubby to enjoy this long-haired beauty. But not now! After having lunch,” added Gayatri. With this, both of them laughed. I was smiling and seeing both my beauties happy.

Kavita: But Gayatri, what about this erect monster (holding my dick in one hand)? Don’t we have to make him sleep for now? He’s got pretty excited while watching us play.”

With this, Kavita wrapped strands of her loose hair around my dick. Both held my dick over her hair and started moving their hands up and down. I started moaning with pleasure. “This is just the beginning, Rahul. You have to wait till the evening for more,” whispered Gayatri in my ears.

I unloaded my cum finally, listening to those sexy words from Gayatri. I came so heavy that Kavita’s hair and hands were full of my fluid which they both licked happily.

All three of us kissed. Went to the bedroom and changed our clothes. Gayatri and I helped Kavita to braid her hair. Both of them prepared lunch, and I enjoyed watching my long-haired ladies while they were in the kitchen. We all had our lunch and gossiped a lot.

Kavita told us how she and her husband used to enjoy hair play and what kinky stuff she used to do while fucking. I was really happy with my situation here. Now I could only imagine what was coming up for me in the evening. All of us planned to go to a movie in the afternoon.

I was eagerly waiting to fuck my wife and her friend.

To be continued.

Hope you liked the story. Stay tuned for the next part, and let me know in the comments if you liked the story, especially long-hair lovers.

“How will you bring up the topic of Ayushi’s marriage with his son?” I asked my mom Ragini as we all sat on the sofa.

“First, let me talk to him. I will see how it goes,” my mom said.

I was about to call Reddy as we had earlier talked. Both my mom Ragini and my wife, Kavita, were there. Ayushi was out with some of her friends. She had no idea what we were up to. But after Avantika had eloped and married Suresh, Ayushi knew she would have an arranged marriage.

And just a few days ago, I had seen Suresh fucking my little sister. Before it went from bad to worse, even I wanted to see Ayushi get married as soon as possible.

I didn’t want her to get married to Reddy’s son. But he left quite an impression on my mom at Ayushi’s birthday party. Both my mom and Kavita insisted that there was no harm in looking for the man. Kavita insisted on this for obvious reasons.

She had even filled my mom’s ears with praises about Reddy’s family. I had no other option but to arrange a call with him. Never in my life had I thought I would call Reddy again after he fucked my wife in my bed after I had passed out. But I guess life had some other plans.

I nervously dialed Reddy’s number. I looked at my mom and my wife as the phone rang. My mom looked composed, but there was a wicked smile on my wife’s face.

“Hello, Mr. Reddy?” I said as soon as he picked up the call.

“Hello, Arun, Has your wife started to miss my cock already?” Reddy blabbered from the other side.

“I am good, sir. How are you?” I asked politely, hiding my anger.

“I must admit that I was waiting for you to call me, but I didn’t expect the call this soon. It has only been a week, and you want me to fuck your wife again,” He said, mocking me.

“Actually, sir, my mom wanted to talk with you. She didn’t get a chance to interact with you properly at Ayushi’s birthday party,” I said, ignoring his words.

“Is that so? First wife and now mom. Bring her in,” He said

“Yes, sir.”

I felt disgusted by his words. But I kept calm and unwillingly passed the phone to my mom. After I handed the phone to my mom, I could only hear what she said and had no idea what Reddy was telling her. Kavita stood there puzzled, just like me.

Reddy and my mom talked about the potential of my sister getting married to his son. After a lengthy conversation with Reddy, my mom finally hung up the phone and handed it back to me.

“Well, he was surprised with the proposal considering we don’t know each other’s family at all.” My mom told me.

“So what did he say?“ Kavita asked before I could say anything.

“Mr. Reddy thinks it is a good proposal. But first, he would like to get to know our family better, and then he would think of the marriage of his son to Ayushi.” My mom said.

“So what are we going to do next?” Again Kavita asked

“He had proposed that the families meet without Ayushi and his son. We could get to know each other’s families well. If things go well, we could finalize the marriage.” My mom said.

Straightaway, I looked at my wife, and suddenly she had a glowing smile. I knew she had already imagined meeting Reddy. I got jealous seeing my wife.

“So, did he suggest any place?” Kavita asked.

“Yes, Mumbai.” My mom replied, looking at her.

All the flashbacks started swirling in my mind. It was the same place where everything had started: the train journey from Mumbai to Delhi.

“Mom, if Reddy had suggested that both the families meet first without the groom and bride, then I think we should,” I said.

My wife looked at me surprised, sensing that I was ready to send her into Reddy’s arms.

“From our side, I will accompany you. We can’t leave Ayushi alone here, so Kavita will stay here with Ayushi while we go there and see how things proceed.” I said because I didn’t want my wife to meet Reddy.

If Kavita stays here, she might also keep an eye on Ayushi, thus preventing her from meeting Suresh. I looked at my wife as I said that. I could sense her face turning red with anger, and the smile was long gone. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“What do you say, mom?” I asked her.

“Yeah, you are right. We can’t leave Ayushi alone here,” My mom said. “What do you say, Kavita?“ My mom asked her.

Kavita was lost in her world. My mom shook her shoulders, and then she came back to her senses.

“Huh…. Umm… yes, mom.” This was all Kavita could say.

“Should we tell Ayushi now?” I asked.

“No, let’s wait and see how this trip goes. Then we will tell her,” My mom replied, and we all nodded.

Kavita was upset with what I had done. She quietly went to our room and locked herself there. I got a chance to speak with Kavita at night. She was still very mad at me and didn’t even look at me, let alone talk. Kavita and I knew that she couldn’t tell mom that she wanted to come with us.

She knew that I had played well. But somewhere deep down, I knew this would only add fuel to the fire. As we were on the bed that night, Kavita was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. The last time I fucked my wife was before Reddy came into our life.

She was wearing a nighty. I placed my hand on her waist and moved closer to her. I kissed my wife’s neck slowly and ran my tongue along her collarbone.

“Kavita,” I said, licking her earlobes from behind.

“Hmmm…” my wife moaned.

“You have to understand why I stopped you from coming with us. I don’t want mom to get suspicious of you and Reddy. I hope you understand, baby,” I tried to reason as I made her neck wet with my saliva.

The next moment Kavita turned toward me. She looked a bit sad. “How could you do this to me, Arun? You know na how I wanted him. It’s not that only I enjoyed it. You enjoyed watching me get fucked as much as I did?” She said, looking straight into my eyes.

“I know, but I couldn’t take that risk when my mom was around. I will make it up to you,” I said pleadingly and went to kiss her lips.

I kissed her with passion. I could feel Kavita parting her lips as I felt her tongue knocking on my lips. Soon her tongue was inside my mouth. We kissed like crazy. We haven’t kissed this passionately since Reddy came into our life. But I could also feel that she was initiating it now.

The next moment Kavita jumped on top of me. Her nighty straps had fallen from her shoulders. My wife looked so sexy as she placed her hands on my chest.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” She asked as she started pulling my t-shirt off.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Tell me,” Kavita said as she placed her hands on my naked chest and dug her nails into my body.

“I will arrange a meeting between you and Reddy as soon as Ayushi’s wedding gets fixed,” I told her.

My words seemed to have turned her on. The next moment she was pulling off her nighty, and she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. My wife was complaining, naked on top of me.

“Will you be there, Arun? When you arrange for me and Reddy to meet?” Kavita asked as she placed my hands on her 34 B-sized boobs. I could feel her hard nipples pointing out. I looked at her pussy. It was already dripping as we talked about the meeting of Reddy and my wife.

“I will be there in the room. I want to see you with him,” I said.

“Oh, Arun, I love you soo much,” Kavita said and slid my shorts and underwear down my knees in one go.

My hard 5 inches long cock sprang out and hit her licking pussy. Kavita took my cock in her hand and guided it along her pussy lips. I gave a slow thrust, and my cock was deep inside my wife’s pussy.

“Oh, Arun, I can’t wait to feel Reddy’s cock again inside me. I miss him so dearly,” My wife moaned as she jumped on my cock.

Even I couldn’t help but get harder inside her pussy as she talked about Reddy while she rode me. My one hand was on her waist, and I mauled her boobs and pulled her nipples with the other.

“Ah, Arun, You push your dick further inside me, Arun. Fuck me the way Reddy fucks me. You have seen him na… common Arun….” My wife moaned as she continued to compare me with Reddy.

I pulled her down, kissed her, and moved my hips to match her thrusts. In the next few minutes as we kissed and played with our tongues. She stopped in between to take Reddy’s name in my ears, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

Soon I came inside my wife. I came very hard. I held her tightly against my body as her body shivered with mine. I knew she was cumming, and I also knew that she came with me only because of imagining Reddy. But I was fine with it.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, panting. Soon Kavita drifted to her side, and we both slept.

The next day Ayushi asked us why we were going to Mumbai suddenly. But mom had instructed both Kavita and me not to tell her anything.

While I was about to go to the airport in the afternoon, Kavita handed me a gift-wrapped box.

“Since I am not going, give this to Reddy,” Kavita said. She was not that angry after all with me now.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously

“You can see it when he opens it,” Kavita said, kissing me lightly on the cheeks first. Then she just brushed her lips against mine.

I wanted to hold her and kiss some more, but she was gone before I could act. The whole flight, I thought about what could be in that box.

My mom and I reached Mumbai on a Friday evening. Reddy had insisted on booking the hotel for us. We planned to get fresh and rest for a bit, then go and have dinner with Reddy. There were two rooms booked under my name.

My mom Ragini and I were waiting at the hotel’s restaurant for Reddy to come. Reddy didn’t make us wait long.

From the moment he entered, his eyes searched for Kavita. But he couldn’t find her. Both my mom and I got up to greet Reddy. He shook my hand first and then my mom’s.

“Sir, my mom Ragini,” I introduced him to my mom.

“I am Vijay Reddy. Pleased to meet you.” He said, shaking her hands.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Reddy.” My mom replied.

“Please call me Vijay,” He said as he left her.

“I have brought this for you,” Reddy handed a package to my mom.

“Oh, Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do this.” My mom graciously accepted his gift.

“Oh, come on, it’s the least I could do for this lovely lady,” Reddy said. I looked at my mom, who just blushed at his compliments.

Then we all settled down for dinner. The dinner went well. Reddy asked about my wife, and my mom said that someone had to stay back with Ayushi. I thought Reddy would be disappointed, but he wasn’t. Even if he was, he didn’t show it on his face.

He was a good talker, and I could see that he had my mom’s full attention as they talked. I didn’t indulge in most of the conversation and just sat there listening to them.

Once in a while, I could see that Reddy checked out my mom when she wasn’t looking.  My mom was in a saree that didn’t reveal anything. But still, Reddy looked at her blouse every once in a while.

After dinner, we planned to retire in our rooms. Then planned to go sightseeing the next day and roam around the city a bit. Reddy bid me goodbye, and he hugged me first. I found it odd, but then he went to hug my mom.

I could see Reddy’s hand land on my mom’s back. He purposefully placed his hand below her blouse and touched her skin as he hugged her. I could see my mom get a bit awkward. But Reddy quickly snapped out of the hug, and they both smiled.

“I hope you will like the gift, Ragini,” Reddy told my mom before departing for his room.

My mom just smiled at him. And quickly went to her room.

Back in my room, I looked at the present that Kavita had given me. I thought of opening it. But a part of me told me that it was not for me. I am just a messenger, and the present should be given to its owner. I walked towards Reddy’s room.

If you have any suggestions regarding this story or anything else, feel free to mail me or text me on hangouts. My ID is [email protected] or you can also reach me on Instagram at hornyauthor_99.