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I had messaged Malathi instead of Sudha the previous night. The next day, Malathi messaged me that she hated me to the core. After that, I have been trying to reach out to Malathi for more than 2 weeks, both by calls and messages. But she never responded to me.

Whenever I went to meet her in school, she ignored me. So, finally, I decided to call Sudha and check with her about Malathi’s whereabouts. Our talks started with an initial Hi, Hellos, and then I asked her about Malathi. Sudha already knows Malathi and I are not talking to each other.

But she doesn’t know the reason for it. I ended up telling her the reason, and she was a little worried about her being the reason. She asked if she could mediate between us to solve the issue. But I know that will irritate Malathi more than to pacify her.

I decided to go to Malathi’s house that day. I got permission from the office and reached her home by 5 PM. Usually, her kids go for tuition at that time, but they were still watching TV today. I initiated the conversation and spoke with Malathi on casual stuff. After a few minutes, her daughters went to tuition.

Siva: What’s your problem now?

Malathi: I don’t have any problem with you. Who are you to me?

Siva: I didn’t think of Sudha in that sense, Malathi.

Malathi: Why are you telling me all this to me?

Siva: You are a stupid dog.

Malathi: Yes, you look for a bitch (Lady dog) in every corner and fuck them whenever you get an opportunity. Now, why did you come to me rather than go to Sudha?

I lost my cool completely and slapped her. She was about to fall but somehow managed to sit on the sofa and cry.

Malathi: Get lost from my eyes, Siva. I don’t want to see you ever.

Siva: Malathi, talk to me for 5 minutes. Then if you don’t like it, I won’t come into your life ever.

I explained the sequence of events that happened that day and why I had to message Sudha at midnight. It looked like she wasn’t hearing it properly and was turning her face to the other side. I didn’t want to disturb her anymore. So I went near the door and asked for some water.

She gave me a glass of water, took her mobile and sat on the sofa. I kept it on the table nearby and was about to leave when I heard the message tone.

Malathi: Poda rascal

Rascal is a word that she uses when she is more in love with me and not angry. Now I know she has pacified. I went near the sofa and touched her head, but she pushed it away and asked me to leave.

Siva: Malu.

Malathi: Mmmm.

Siva: I already told you sorry, na.

Malathi: So, you think everything will be over with just a sorry?

Siva: What else do you want me to do then?

She started walking to the dining room. I went and stopped her near the door. She was not listening to me, so I straight away went to her lips and kissed them. She tried to push me away by pushing my chest. But my hands went behind her back, pushed her ass towards me and made her come closer to me.

My tongue was searching for its partner inside Malathi’s mouth. Now the resistance from her reduced a bit, so I started groping one of her boobs with my hand, whereas the other hand was still on her ass. I let her lips and started to kiss her neck,

Malathi: Siva, my daughters will come anytime. Please leave me.

Siva: They just left half an hour ago. We have more time, Malathi. Saying this, I pinched her nipple with my fingers.

Malathi: Siva, you are making me horny. The door is also open

I had removed her blouse hooks in a hurry and was about to let her right boobs out of her bra. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and someone was there. Malathi tried to hook the blouse. But the bell rang again, so she just put the zip and covered it with a towel. After a few minutes, she came back.

Siva: Who is it?

Malathi: It was the paper guy who came to collect the monthly fee. Told him to come tomorrow.

Siva: Malu, I love you.

Malathi: Hmmm, don’t talk to me. I’m still angry.

Siva: Why?

Malathi: Don’t you know the reason?

Siva: I told you the events that happened already na. Still what? Don’t you trust me?

Malathi: I trust you and Sudha. But that night, I couldn’t control myself and cried a lot.

Then we spoke about random stuff sitting on the sofa. As usual, I started playing with her body.

Malathi: Siva, my daughters might come anytime.

Siva: Malu, but I can’t control it anymore having you this close by. Do something.

Malathi: What do you want me to do?

I moved her hands towards my cock and kept it there. She turned back to look at the door and then started to kiss me. I removed the towel on her nightie and started to crush her boobs. She pushed me aside and told me to go upstairs. She went to close the door.

I went behind her and hugged her from behind. Then gave a slight slap to her ass and started walking towards the stairs. Malathi stood on the stairs one step below mine. Now is the time for me to do whatever I want. I started to grope her boobs but couldn’t find her bra.

Siva: Hey Malu, you removed the bra?

Malathi: Mmmm.

Siva: Take it out. I want to eat them.

Malathi: She let out both her boobs and pushed my neck towards her boobs. I started to suck her melons.

Cock was dancing inside my pants, so I took Malathi’s hand and kept it over my pants and told her to take it out. Now my hands started moving around her ass, and she was giving a handjob to me. I asked her to give me a blowjob, but she was resisting it.

But bent down a little to kiss my cock, I pushed her head down, and to adjust herself, she knelt. I pushed my cock near her face and asked her to suck it. After a lot of struggle, she opened her mouth. She took my cock inside and started giving me a blowjob.

I was in ecstasy. After a few minutes, she said it was very painful to kneel on the stairs, so she wanted to stop the blowjob. But I told her to suck me for 5 more minutes, and she bent again to suck it.

Siva: Malu, you are sucking so nicely, dear. Wow, Malathi.

Suddenly I felt I was about to cum, and Malathi, too, sensed it. But before she could take out her mouth, a few drops went into her mouth. My cum fell on her boobs. She didn’t gulp the cum in her mouth, put her boobs into her bra and went running downstairs.

She spit the cum in the washbasin and was washing her mouth. She opened the door and went into the kitchen. I sat on the sofa, and her daughter came in some time. Her mobile started ringing, and it was Sudha. I didn’t even turn that side. Malathi took the phone and started talking.

Malathi: Yes, he is here only.

Sudha: …………..

Malathi: Chee, no. He is watching TV.

Sudha: …………

Malathi: Nothing like that happened.

Sudha: ………..

Malathi: Yeah, you know, right then what?

Sudha: …………..

Malathi: Yes, that’s what happened.

Sudha: …………….

Malathi: They were in tuition.

Siva: ……………..

Malathi: Enough for now, I’m disconnecting the call.

That night, we had sex chats till early morning, 4 AM. I was fucking her in her thoughts. Since we didn’t meet for so many days, both of us were hungry for sex. I had asked her to take a leave the next day, but she was only able to take half a day’s leave (2nd half).

Within a few minutes, Malathi’s dresses were spread all over the house and she was lying nude on the sofa. I started drilling her already wet pussy and was moving back and forth. I didn’t let her wear her dress after that and we had our lunch.

After that, she went to keep the vessels in the kitchen (nude). I went behind her and slapped her ass.

Malathi: Siva, please. We just did it a few minutes ago.

I turned her towards me and started to finger her pussy. I lifted her right leg and made her sit on the slab. She pushed the vessels in the back to sit properly and they were making a lot of noise. But we were so horny that we didn’t want to worry about anyone listening to it.

I spread her legs wide. She hugged me with her legs. I slowly inserted my cock into her pussy. I left home after this session. As usual, we had sex chats at night for the next 2 days.

After 2 days, Malathi asked me to come to her house. We both went upstairs. But this time, her younger daughter was playing there, so we couldn’t do anything.

Malathi: Why are you silent?

Siva: You only called me but did not say anything.

Malathi: I want to talk to you about Sudha.

Siva: What about Sudha? Is she unwell again? Do we need to go to her home to help her?

Malathi: What help did sir do that day? (She smiled)

Siva: (I, too, smiled) If not, then what help does she need now?

Malathi: I already talked about her government job opportunity, right? She got a call for an interview next week.

Siva: Ok, she will do well in the interview. Don’t worry.

Malathi: I know she will do well. But the problem is in her going to Chennai.

Siva: What is the problem? Is her husband not going with her?

Malathi: He told her a lie that he has some meeting in Coimbatore, so he won’t be able to come.

Siva: Oh!

Malathi: Can you accompany her to Chennai?

Siva: What? Why don’t you go, Malathi?

Malathi: How can I go with 2 kids to Chennai, Siva?

Siva: No, Malathi, it won’t be good.

Malathi: Won’t you do this help for me?

Siva: Aiiyoo, No, dear. I know what happened last time. If I’m alone with her for 2 nights, then I don’t know what you will become into.

Malathi: Hey, I’m only telling you this time, na. I trust you and Sudha both.

Ab aage:-

Payal bhi ab ghar aa jati hai, aur hum sab baat karne lagte hai, aur purani yaad taaza ho jati hai. Fir Diksha aur Payal ko main ek sath chodta tha.

Maine dono behno ko bola: Kya tum dono behne aaj fir se mere sath raat guzarogi?

Diksha aur Payal ek-doosre ko dekhne lagi, aur fir dono ne mere gaal par ek sath kiss kiya aur boli: Aap hum dono ke pati ho. Aapko khush karna hi hamari khushi hai.

Dono ne ek-doosre ke kapde khole, aur dono ab sirf bra aur panty mein thi. Payal mere paas aayi aur maine uski bra ko khola, aur uske boobs ko dekhne laga. Wo bilkul achi shape mein the. 1 inch se bhi zyada bade nipple the uske.

Diksha ke boobs thode latak gaye the. Par the uske bhi bade boobs. Maine Payal ke boobs ko muh mein le liya, aur choosne laga. Sath hi Diksha ne meri pant khol kar underwear bhi nikaal diya aur lund choosne lagi. Payal mere se boobs chuswane ka aanand lene lagi.

Payal: Diksha tere boobs itne kaise latak gaye?

Diksha: Payal didi inhone mere boobs choos-choos kar aise kar diye, aur is age mein bhi dabate rehte hai. To boobs to latkenge hi na.

Fir maine Payal ko ghodi banaya aur Diksha ne Payal ke chut mein mera lund set kiya. Uske baad maine Payal ki kamar pakad ke ek dhakka laga diya. Payal ki chut ab bhi tight lagi mujhe.

Payal ki cheekh nikal gayi: Aaahh Samir ji aaahhh, aahista chodo, kaafi dino baad aaj lund le rahi hu chut mein.

Maine kaha: Tumhara pati nahi chodta hai kya?

Payal ne kaha: Unka khada hi nahi hota ab, aur aapne pregnant kar diya nahi to main aaj tak maa nahi ban paati.

Maine chut mein shot lagane shuru kiye, aur uski bachhe-dani tak lund daalne laga.

Wo bolne lagi: Oh mere jiju pati, aap to aaj bhi waisa hi chodte ho jaise 20 saal pehle meri chudai karte the. Aaah aur chodo mujhe.

Payal ke dono boobs latak kar hil rahe the, aur Diksha ne Payal ke boobs ko masalna shuru kiya. Payal aaj fir se swarg ka gota laga rahi thi.

Wo boli ki uski sabse badi bhool thi ki usne shaadi mere se nahi ki. Nahi to usko aisa mast lund roz hi chudai ke liye milta.

Mujhe aaj Payal fir se aisi lag rahi thi ki wo jawan ladki ho, jo pehli baar mere se chut chudai karwayi thi. Mera pyar Payal ke liye aaj bhi wahi tha jo us wakt tha jab pehli baar main Payal se mila tha. Aur ye soch kar ab mera lund aur zyada mota ho gaya tha.

Main Payal ko lagataar chodta raha, aur uski cheekh nikalti rahi. Fir maine Diksha ko bhi ghodi bana ke Payal ke paas kiya, aur uski chut mein bhi lund daal kar chodne laga.

4-5 shot main Payal ki chut mein lagata, fir 4-5 shot Diksha ki chut mein lagane laga. Mere liye Payal aur Diksha mein koi farak nahi tha, dono hi meri thi aur rahengi.

Aise hi aadhe ghante se bhi zyada der tak chudai ki, aur jab main jhadne wala hua, to Diksha aur Payal ke face mein lund ki pichkari maari. Fir dono behno ne mera lund chaat kar saaf kiya.

Unke face par lagi mere lund ki malayi ko bhi dono ne chaat kar saaf kiya. Hum teeno nange hi ek sath subha tak sote rahe, aur subha jab awaaz suni, to Yogita hame uthane aayi hui thi. Yogita paas mein hi baith gayi aur boli-

Yogita: Samir aap aaj bhi waise hi hai jaise pehle the (aur Diksha aur Payal ke upar ek bedsheet daal di).

Maine kaha: Yogita tumhe to pata hi hai. Tum bhi meri biwi sex ke kaaran hi bani ho. Aur main to ab bhi bina sex ke reh nahi sakta hu.

Yogita boli: Aapka beta-beti ab itne bade ho gaye hai. Ab to shaadi karne jaa raha hai beta aapka. Unka din hai ye sab karne ka.

Main bola: Main maanta hu. Par mere lund mein ab bhi jaan hai. Koi kuwari ladki bhi chudwa le to wo swarg ki sair karegi.

Yogita ne mera lund muh mein lekar choosa aur mujhe uske sath nahane bolne lagi. Fir main uske sath naha kar baahar aaya, aur office ke liye nikal gaya. Fir mere phone par Shourabh ka call aaya aur wo bola-

Shourabh: Papa Mahima chachi aur chacha ji ka call aaya tha. Aaj unhone hum sab ko dinner pe invite kiya hai.

Main Shourabh se bola ki wo mujhe office se hi pick kar le. Fir hum sab Mahima ji ke ghar pahunche aur baat karne lage. Mahima ke pati bhi kaafi ache the. Unke 2 bachhe the, ek America mein padhta tha, aur ek waha hi American ladki se shaadi kar ke settle ho chuka tha.

Dinner ke baad hum sab jaane lage. Fir main last mein jab sab neeche chale gaye, to baahar nikalte wakt Mahima ko ek goodbye hug kiya, aur ye hug ke sath mere hath unki kamar mein chale gaye.

Wo bhi zor se mujhe hug kar li. Us wakt Mahima ke pati bhi sab ke sath neeche jaa chuke the. Maine acha mauka dekha, aur Mahima ke hontho par kiss kar diya.

Mahima ji ne umeed nahi ki thi ki main unke sath aisa karunga. Fir main neeche jaane laga to unhone mera hath pakad liya aur boli ki wo kal din mein 11 baje mera intezaar karengi. Aur wo fir se mere seene se lag gayi. Uske baad hum sab apne ghar chale gaye.

Raat ko main Yogita ke sath sone chala gaya, aur hum dono sex karte hue baat karne lage.

To wo poochi: Kya main apni behan ko bhi shaadi mein bula lu? Par meri mummy ko pata nahi chalna chaiye.

Yogita ki mom Diksha ki mausi thi, aur kaafi ladayi jhagda hone ke baad meri Yogita se shaadi hui thi. Aur unki naraazgi aaj bhi hum dono se thi.

Yogita ko ab main kaise mana karta. Meri biwi ki baat main mana karu aisi himmat mere mein nahi thi.

Yogita ko maine bola: Tum jise chaaho bula sakti ho “Tum hi to meri rani ho”.

To be continued…

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The story will be narrated from Spandana’s view.

When my husband started walking away from the pool, I glanced at Abhi. Abhi was smiling and visibly excited. I reddened, giving him a look, and looked around, searching for the Malayalee coach, Ramesh. He was busy giving coaching instructions to another lady.

Instead of feeling guilty, I felt an unfulfilled excitement inside me. My glance naturally shifted to Abhi, who expressed his excitement with a wink. Even though he was younger than me, a blush was written plainly on my face.

My restless eyes instinctively searched for Ramesh again, who was busy with another student. By this, I realized that my devilish desire was not just for Abhi but for both the coaches. “Chalo, jump again. Time bahot kam hai” (Jump again. We have very little time).

Abhi was inviting me into the pool to play with my spongy assets. I climbed out of the pool, ready to jump again into the pool. I felt kinky by watching Abhi, who was waiting to grab my body. My dark, thick nipples were hard and erect, trying to pierce out of my top. My pussy turned moist.

This time, I wasn’t scared because I knew for certain that Abhi would catch me (No, he would grab me). But when I jumped, my body kept sinking low and low, just about to touch the pool floor. On not finding Abhi’s protective hands, I panicked.

I started frantically pushing the water, and that’s when a hand tightly grabbed me. Inside the pool, the protective hand brushed all the parts of my boobs with the fingers relishing time on my hard erect nipples. My head was trying to come out of the water for the air.

Both hands of Abhi cupped my fleshy, thick ass cheeks firmly. Breathing heavily, I playfully hit Abhi and said, “I was scared.” He laughed and replied, “Ab kyaa huva?” (What happened now?) His hands daringly continued to remain on my ass cheeks, feeling the flesh.

I looked around the pool and noticed there was only one other lady and one man present. That’s when I noticed Ramesh standing there with an expression that said, “I caught you.” My eyes searched for the clock—around 20 minutes left before my husband would return.

Abhi came closer and whispered, “Chalo, open shower me.” (Let’s go to the open shower). I turned and peeked into his eyes, asking loudly, “Kya?” (What?) He got scared and didn’t reply. He quickly climbed out of the pool. My mind raced: “Shit, what have I done?”

I, too, climbed out of the pool and followed him. Ramesh watched from the corner of his eye. I requested Abhi, “Dikhao na, open shower.” (Show me the open shower)

Abhi extended his hand, “Jao, dekh ke aao. Koi bhi nahi hai wahan pe.” (Go that side. Nobody is there). I smiled and slowly stepped towards the open shower area. I moved behind the wall that isolated me completely from the view of the pool.

My legs were trembling, and my heart rate skyrocketed. The moment Abhi walked in, my heart pounded even harder. I could hardly breathe. My eyes were fixed on the ground as Abhi walked in and said, “Madam ji, this is only the back shower.”

I took a deep breath, lifted my eyes to meet his, and said, “Kyun, main wo laal dress wali se kam sundar hun?” (Am I less pretty than that red dress). With that, I pushed him against the wall. My lips were inches closer to Abhi. “Bolo”(Tell).

I cupped his chin. He, too, was shivering. I again questioned, “Bolo? Mujhe to kabhi aise nahi taade”(Tell? You never stared at me like that). I locked my lips with his lips. His hands encircle my hips, and his lips start to explore my taste.

He sucks my upper lips and lower lips. His hands move to his favourite place, i.e. my ass cheeks. He stuffs my body much tighter into him. He presses my body in such a position that his erect dick presses against in between my thighs.

Oh god. He rushes, kissing my cheeks, my ears, and my nose and circles back again to my lips. “Ah. Kaun bola. Aap bura maan jaoge bolke nahi bolo. Aap acche lagthe ho.” (I did not tell, thinking you might feel bad. I like you).

I tease him by pushing him away, “Main itna gori nahi hun kya”. (Am I not fairer?) He draws me into him and continues kissing, “Ahh.” I stop the kiss again, “Reply tho karo?” (Reply?) He replies, “Kabhi dikhaya nahi naa.” (You never showed, right?)

His lips continue to kiss, and his hand starts squeezing my boobs over the swimwear. “Ahh.” I grab his erection over the pants. His erection was similar in size to my husband’s. Still, I felt more pleasured by him. That’s when I remembered the muscled coach, Ramesh.

I imagined Ramesh peeking at our kiss. I tempt him with another longer, dirtier kiss. Fuck, it was all happening in a public place. I quickly pushed Abhi away, panicking as I heard my kids’ voices from a distance. Abhi pulls me again.

As the distant sound of the kids grew louder, I realized the danger and pushed Abhi away. I signalled him to be quiet by placing a finger on my lips and walking out from behind the wall to find my kids searching for me.

I hurried over to them and said to my husband, “I was just checking the back shower. Sorry.” I rushed into the shower to change. After changing, I was so tense that I avoided making eye contact with both coaches. My mind was a whirlwind of mixed thoughts.

We reached home. I headed for a shower and poured cold water over my head with continued dirty thoughts about both swimming coaches, Ramesh and Abhi. The imagination of Ramesh sneaking while Abhi hungrily ate my lips excited me.

After dinner, on the bed, I was checking the dp of Abhi and Ramesh. After my marriage, forget fucking. I had never given any man the opportuning even to touch or kiss. But here I was, wild and desperate not for one but two dicks, but none belonged to my husband.

In no time, my husband went to slumber. The time was 11. There was no control as my finger typed the text “Slept” and hit send to Abhi. In no time, he replied, “Kaise so jayenge?”(How can I sleep?)

His next message was, “Shuru hi nahi huva aapka husband aa gaya.”(Your husband came before even it started). I replied, “Hey, don’t disrespect my husband”. He replied, “Woh tho spoil kar diya na hamara.” (He did not spoil right our.)

To tempt him, I asked, “Aa joa ghar” (Come home). He replied, “Accha, main dartha nahi. Location bejke dekho?” (Is it. I am not scared. Will you send the location?).

To keep him enticed, I shared the location, “Ab kyaa aaoge? Mera husband ghar pe hi hai. Aake kya karoge?” (Now what? Will you come? My husband is at home. What will you do after coming?)

Abhi replies, “Aao, na madam ji neend nahi aa rahi hai.” (Come Madam. I am not getting sleep). I continued teasing him, “Tho kya main wahan aaon kya?” (So what, do you want me to come to the pool?) He replied, “Yes. Please come.”

Abhi, “Swimming pool pe koi nahi hai”(There is no one at the pool). I told him, “Hey, no. I was joking. Watchman will be there, right?”

“Nahi, woh hame bolke ghar gaya. (No, he assigned us and left home). You come. Come now”.

I replied, “No,” but butterflies were flying through my stomach to go to the pool and get banged by Abhi. Abhi’s next message was, “Mein gaadi leke aapke ghar ke saamne aa raha hun. Ready raho.” (I am getting my bike to your house. Be ready)

I quickly replied to him, “No.” But he wasn’t reading my messages. In tension, I rushed to the hall to drink water. I rang Abhi but he did not pick up the call. What if he comes?

After a tense 10 minutes, I found Activa entering the corner of our street. The street was desolated. I peeked, hiding inside the house, hoping he would wait and leave. Abhi rings my phone. I disconnect the call. But he calls me repeatedly. I, too, disconnected the call repeatedly.

After a few disconnected calls, he starts his bike and drives away. The unsatisfied, horny, craving me dialled Abhi’s number. The first question I asked was, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need you badly tonight.”

That’s when he drove his bike, and I rode behind him into the pool.

Me: What about Ramesh?

Abhi: Don’t worry. Bhai kuch nahi bolega. (Bro won’t tell anything.)

Me: Means usko patha nahi hai na? (He doesn’t know, right?)

Abhi: Nahi usko nahi patha hai. (He doesn’t know)

I knew for certain that he was lying. While he drove, I sat with a hand on his shoulder and kept a distance from his body. Abhi rode fast on some speed breakers, making me crush on him with my boobs squashed onto his back.

He smiled the first time my boobs pressed on his back. I hit him on the back. “Kass ke pakado mujhe” (Hug me tightly). I hugged him tightly with my lips close to his ears. “Kyaa kyaa karoge?”(What and all you will do?) I utter in his ears.

“Mein tumhara sab juices peeke rakunga.”(I will suck all your juices). I blushed excitedly, “Sachh mein.”(Really). I place my hand over his erection. Fuck, what the hell was I doing. He drives his bike straight into the gates of the pool.

He parks his bike and closes the gate from the inside. The pool was glowing blue from the moonlight. That was the moment I realized that I was wearing just the nightie.

The moment Abhi started walking to me, I started sweating. My body shivered, and at the same time, I was hornier like a dog. As Abhi inched closer, I noticed that he, too, was shivering and sweating.

He asks, “Shuru kare.” (Shall we start?)

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The bus stand was glowing with lights. Buses to different routes kept coming in and going out. Malathi and Sudha saw me from a distance and waved their hands. Malathi was in a light green chudi, and Sudha was a pinkish colour chudi.

Siva: Hi Sudha, where is your daughter?

Sudha: My mom is taking care of her.

Siva: Will she stay without you for the next 2 days?

Sudha: I don’t know, this is the first time she is away from me. (Sudha slightly started crying)

Siva: Ok cool down Sudha. Your mom will take care of her.

The bus was scheduled for 8:30 PM, but Malathi couldn’t stay till then. So she left us around 8. Our seat was on the third row on the left side. We kept both our bags in the cabin and sat in our seats. I saw a woman wearing a black saree getting into the bus with her son.

When she raised her hands to keep her bags in the cabin, I could see her belly button and the left side of her boobs. I was disturbed a bit and turned towards Sudha. But she suddenly turned her head to look outside. I couldn’t sit there after that.

So I told Sudha that I would buy some magazines and come back. I got on the bus again exactly at the time the bus started.

Siva: Sudha, your interview is the day after tomorrow, right? Why are we leaving today itself?

Sudha: I, too told the same to Malathi. But she only said what if the bus is late or if we are not able to find the location.

After that, Sudha started sleeping, and I texted Malathi. Once I finished chatting with Malathi, I realized Sudha’s head was on my shoulders. I could smell the jasmine flower in her head. I don’t know when, but I also slept. I woke up to the sound of some song from a motel where they had parked the bus for dinner.

This time, Sudha was lying her head on the window, and my head was on Sudha’s right shoulder. Her shawl had fallen, and I could see her cleavage along with the big melons. I got up from my seat and brought some tea for Sudha as well. We noticed the time was 2 AM.

Because of the tea, we couldn’t sleep immediately and chatted for a few minutes. When I woke up around 6:15 a.m., my head was on Sudha’s shoulder, and my legs were above her legs. We were holding our hands together. I immediately stood straight, and Sudha, too, woke up and said sorry.

We went to the hotel, refreshed ourselves and went downstairs for breakfast. I noticed Sudha’s beauty only at that time. Maybe I missed noticing her these many days since my eyes were always on Malathi. We went back to the room, and both of us were tired from travel.

They had given us an attached double bed, so I told Sudha to sleep on it. I lay down on the sofa. Malathi called by that time and spoke with Sudha for some time. Then Sudha gave the phone to me.

Malathi: Don’t go out anywhere, leaving her alone in the name of meeting your friends.

Siva: Sure, Malathi, I won’t go out. (We chatted random things and finally)

Malathi: Give me a kiss.

Siva: Ok, Malathi, let’s talk later.

Malathi: I asked you for a kiss, dear. (She was teasing me)

Siva: Yes, I will talk later.

Malathi: Haha! Are you shy? Muah, my rascal, I have a class now.

The kiss from Malathi gave me a shivering sensation and I slept with that. When I woke up, it was 1:30 PM, and Sudha was talking to someone on the phone standing on the balcony. She came back and said her husband wanted her to go and meet an unwell relative.

So I told her to go and meet them. I also went to meet a friend of mine. She kept urging me to come early. She doesn’t want to be alone in the room. I couldn’t tell my friends that I came with a woman, so I had to end up drinking with them.

It started with just one round, but I ended up having three rounds of drinks with some food. It was already 8:30 PM, and Sudha had already called me thrice. Somehow, I managed to reach the hotel by 9:30 PM, and Sudha looked at me angrily.

Siva: Sorry, Sudha, my friends compelled me to drink.

Sudha: I ordered food for you.

Siva: It’s ok, Malathi, I ate at my friend’s place.

Sudha: Hello, I’m not Malathi, I’m Sudha

I tried to walk but got hit in the bed, and Sudha held me from falling. She asked me to sleep in the bed, but I insisted she sleep in bed. I lay down on the sofa. After a few minutes, I saw her talking to someone. She signalled that it was Malathi. I told her not to tell Malathi about my situation, and she agreed.

After that, I slept and woke up around midnight to go to the restroom. I removed my shirt and went inside with a baniyan. I saw my mobile, and there were 8 messages from Malathi. Then I replied to her, stating I had slept due to tiredness. I was expecting a message from her but instead got a call from her.

She was talking from her bathroom. I went to the balcony to chat with her. Our conversation started with casual chats and, as usual, went into sex chats. Almost by the end of it, she was virtually sucking my cock, kneeling in front of me. Suddenly, she disconnected the call and messages that her daughter woke up.

I came inside the room and saw Sudha lying on the bed. Since Malathi left me in the middle, the animal in me woke up and told me to look at Sudha. Her nightie was a little up, and I could see her legs. I started to rub my cock over my lungi and sat on the bed.

But suddenly, Malathi came in front of my eyes. Her big eyes threatened me that she would kill me if I looked at other women. Immediately I went and fell on the sofa. But I kept changing positions, rolling upside down but I couldn’t sleep at all.

Finally, my body won over my mind. I lay down next to Sudha on the bed. The jasmine and perfume smells made me go mad. I took hold of her hand. She didn’t wake but turned to the other side, showing her back to me. I touched the back of her neck and started moving my fingers.

I kissed her neck. Sudha woke up and shouted at me next to her. I kept my hands on her mouth. She tried to get up from bed, but I put my legs on her legs and controlled her movement.

Siva: Malathi, my darling.

Sudha: Chee Siva, I’m not Malathi. Please leave me.

Siva: Please, Malathi, some more time, please.

I turned her to my side, kissed her neck, then her lips and started sucking it. She tried to move away from me and hence moved her legs front and back. But her nightie moved to her thighs because of that. I groped her right boobs with my left hand.

Sudha: Siva, what are you doing? Please leave me

I unzipped her nightie, let my hand inside and took one of her boobs and started to suck it. She pushed me with all the power. I fell on the floor with my cock saluting the wall.

Sudha: Siva, what are you doing? Just because you drank, will you do such nonsense?

Siva: ………….

She forgot that her boobs were hanging out of her nightie, which was making me horny again.

Siva: Sorry, Sudha, I thought about Malathi. That’s why I couldn’t control it.

Saying so, I went near her. She was on the edge of the bed and, hence, couldn’t move further. I pushed her to the wall and hugged her.

Sudha: This is not good, Siva. I won’t tell to anyone, please leave me alone now.

I was looking at her hanging boobs, and she saw me and closed the zip.

Sudha: Don’t think of me as cheap. Do all such behaviours with a woman like Malathi and not me.

I got angry the moment she spoke about Malathi and started shouting at her. I don’t want to lie that I was doing this because of alcohol. It was the sex hormones that were making me do all this, and I wasn’t in control.

Siva: Sudha, I liked your body and wanted to have sex with you. Why are you treating me like this

I went ahead and kissed her, but she tried to resist me. So I gave a slap on her face, and she fell on the bed. I told her to keep her mouth shut or else others will hear it and come inside. Since we registered in the reception as husband and wife, they will doubt her also. So she couldn’t do anything.

Now I sat on her hip and started to grope her boobs one by one. Sudha had no option other than to cry and do nothing. Then I moved her nightie up, inserted my fingers into her pussy and fingered for a few minutes. Then in a hurry, I removed my lungi and inserted my cock into her pussy.

But her pussy was already wet because of the finger fucks, and my cock was able to go inside smoothly. I went down and sucked her boobs. She was lactating, so milk was coming out of her boobs. I went and drank it as an energy drink while fucking her.

She lay down, unable to do anything. When I was about to release my cum, I took out my cock and released it just above her pussy. Some drops fell on her nightie, too. Only after I took it out I came to my senses. I realized the mistakes I made. I was angry at myself.

Sudha trusted me and shared the same room. More than that, Malathi trusted me and sent me along with her friend. But I broke all of their trust and behaved like an animal. We cleaned ourselves in the bathroom, and I lay down next to Sudha in the bed.

Siva: Sudha, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t control myself.

I tried to touch her shoulders, but she pushed my hands away.

Sudha: Please sleep now. I don’t want to talk about anything

I went to the sofa and slept on it as usual. When I woke up with an alarm sound, it was 6:30 AM. Sudha was taking a bath inside. I woke up and switched off the alarm. She came out and started looking at the files where she had kept her documents.

Siva: Sudha, are you angry?

Sudha: Don’t disturb me.

Siva: The thing that happened yesterday…

Sudha: I don’t want to think or talk about anything.

Siva: I’m saying sorry now, right?

Sudha: But you did what you wanted to without my interest. Let me do my work now.

Siva: Don’t you understand me and talk again normally?

Sudha: I don’t want to talk to an animal like you

I got angry when she told me off as an animal and slapped her. I forcefully kissed her and made her lie in bed. I lost my control and ended up fucking her like an animal, as she said. Since she had already experienced my power once, she didn’t resist much this time.

I sucked her boobs, fingered her pussy and finally penetrated my cock into her pussy. By the time I started fucking her, she also started to like it and opened her legs for me to go inside easily. Her hands were holding the pillow on her head, and she was letting a mmm moan.

Sudha: Please don’t leave it inside.

Siva: My cock is already inside.

Sudha: Not your cock, I meant your cum, Siva.

Suddenly I removed my cock from her pussy and let out my cum above her pussy. I lay down on her, and this time, her hands were on my back like hugging me. Since she was still lactating, I drank her milk for some time. After a few minutes, she asked me to get up.

She got up from bed. I gave a flying kiss to her. She covered her boobs with her hands and ran to the bathroom to bathe again. Sudha got ready for her interview and we went to the venue in auto. I was confused about whether what I did was right or wrong. We didn’t talk much.

After reaching the venue, I sat below a tree, which was a little far from the actual interview location. Another woman who had an interview in the 2nd half sat near me, and we discussed it for a while. Sudha, who was waiting for the interview, saw us from where she was standing.

After Sudha’s interview was over, she wanted to go to the beach. She didn’t want to be alone in the room with me again. In the meantime, Malathi also called, and both of us spoke with her. While we were on the beach, there were a lot of couples sitting under umbrellas or covering their faces with girls’ shawls.

One of the girls moved due to the sudden breeze, and Sudha and I saw them kissing. The guy was very deeply kissing her, and the woman was unsure of what to do.

Sudha: Don’t they have sense? Why do they do it in their home?

Siva: (In a very feeble voice) Not everyone will get a chance to be in the same room.

Sudha: What did you say?

Siva: No, they are not necessarily lovers.

Sudha: Then? Husband and Wife?

Siva: Yes, but she has a different husband, and he has a different wife.

Sudha: Chee, can we go and play in the water?

We went a little into the sea, and Sudha moved her saree up. I was able to see her legs. She held my shoulders for support, and the next wave was about to make her fall, so I held Sudha’s hips. Though I didn’t do it intentionally, I didn’t take it after that.

Sudha forgot about me holding her as she was playing in the sea. Her saree was getting wet and her saree was now above her knees. Whenever she jumped for a wave, I made sure my hands grabbed her ass. Suddenly she realized I was playing with her body and let go of my hands from her ass.

But I was still holding her by her hips. After a few minutes, 3 guys who were playing at some distance were coming towards us, trying to look at Sudha’s half-wet boobs.

Siva: Let’s leave now.

Sudha: No, Siva, another big wave is coming there, see. Let’s play for some more time.

Siva: (in a shouting voice) I told you to leave now, can’t you understand?

She saw my face, and I turned towards those guys. She looked at her saree, adjusted it and then started coming out with me. She bought ice creams, flowers and a few bangles in the shops near the beach like a kid. Then we went to the room and Sudha went to take a bath. Her phone rang (with a particular ringtone)

Siva: Sudha, your phone is ringing. Shall I attend?

Sudha: No, it’s my husband. Leave it. I will come and talk.

It rang another 2 times and the 3rd time I told her to get the phone from me. She slightly opened the door and started talking to him. Now, my mind started thinking how Sudha would be standing nude inside. My cock started to rise. She finished speaking and again opened the bathroom door slightly.

This time, I took the phone and put it on the bed but didn’t let go of her hand. I pushed the door aside and opened it.

Sudha: Siva, I’m bathing inside. What are you doing?

She was standing in the opposite direction, facing the walls. I went behind her, put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her neck.

Sudha: Siva, please. Not here. I need to bathe now.

I pulled her closer to me and licked the water from her neck and shoulders. My cock, which was trying to come out of my lungi, was hitting her back. She tried to move away from it and pushed her body in front. But I held her hips and moved her closer to me for her to feel my cock.

I turned her to my side and kissed her lips, but she was trying to turn to the other side. I pushed her closer to me. Her boobs were crushed on my chest. She pushed me away and tried to go near the door. I gave a slap on her ass. She turned in pain and said,

Sudha: I’m going out.

Siva: Go. I came with great joy to see you in this look, and you are ignoring me.

Sudha: But I’m another man’s wife, Siva.

Siva: Sudha.

Sudha: Mmmm.

Siva: Turn this side.

Sudha: Mmmm.

Siva: I love you.

She started crying and was about to go out

Siva: Tell me you don’t like me, and then go out.

Sudha: No, I won’t tell.

Siva: Why?

Sudha: (in a feeble voice) Because I love you.

Siva: What did you say? I didn’t hear it.

She looked straight into my eyes and said, “I love you.” Suddenly, she hugged me and put her face on my chest. I pulled her head up, kissed her lips and started our steamy session. While I was about my insert my cock into Sudha’s pussy, my phone rang, and it was Malathi.

Sudha: Go and attend the call. Your Maharani is calling (In a bit of an angry tone)

Siva: It’s ok, I will call her later

Again, the phone rang after a few minutes, and again, she said the same thing. But I didn’t want to let go of Sudha. I kept fucking her pussy till the time my cum came out of her pussy. We stood in the doggy position for some time. Sudha was holding the water pipe.

Once I released my cum, she took some water and cleaned her pussy. I applied water on my cock as well and cleaned mine too. We went out and sat on the bed. Sudha was looking dull,

Siva: Why are you so sad?

Sudha: Nothing Siva.

Siva: Are you feeling bad?

Sudha: Bad? That’s a very small word to describe what we have done.

Siva: We haven’t done anything that bad, Sudha.

Sudha: I betrayed my husband, and you betrayed Malathi. Isn’t that bad?

Siva: We did it out of love, Sudha.

Sudha: The one which you did with me inside the bathroom? (She was smiling)

Siva: Do you love me, Sudha?

Sudha: I have never had this feeling with anyone before. But I really like you, Siva. What about you?

Siva: I love you, Sudha. I proved my love with you through sex inside the bathroom just now.

Sudha: I, too proved it already?

Siva: How?

Sudha: You think of it, and you will understand.

She bit my nipples, and I cried a little in pain.

Siva: Tell me, Sudha, how did you prove it?

Sudha: I didn’t stop you while you were releasing the cum inside me.

Siva: Sorry, it was so heavenly I forgot about it completely.

Sudha: I didn’t forget. I wanted it inside, and hence, I didn’t say anything. That’s how I proved my love to you.

We kissed our lips and were getting ready for another round.

Those who read all 7 parts, this is the end of the story. I know it stopped abruptly. But the actual author who wrote it on a Tamil blog site for 2+ years stopped here. I didn’t want to add any imagination to it as Siva is in a happy relationship with both Sudha and Malathi.

Writing stories is a hobby for me which makes me interact with many women and men. So I’m open to chatting with both genders (Guys, no need to pretend in the name of girls). If any women like me during the chats, we can move forward maturely.

And guys, this is not a real story so don’t mail me asking me for Malathi or Sudha’s contact details.

This story is a pure fantasy story, so keep an open horny mind. Enjoy guys !!

I am Uthara. I currently live in Tamil Nadu, although I am originally from Karnataka. I am a 19 year old girl. My parents got divorced when I was a little child. Mom took custody of me, got settled in Tamil Nadu, and runs a business here.

My father, Radhakrishnan, lives with his second wife, Meenakshi and daughter, Rukmini back in Karnataka. I stayed with Mom in Tamil Nadu and never met him.

I am basically a whole 10. Lean, light frame, cute boobs, well-toned belly, wide hips and a perfect finely crafted ass, shaped nicely long legs owing to my long hours of dance practice, I was a college-level dancer at the time.

My face was equally amazing, cute, heart-shaped I was the prettiest girl in town, very fairly toned, such that my red lips stood out.

My contact with Radhakrishnan was limited. There were always conflicted feelings within me when my thoughts led to him. Mom left him when she found out he was a womaniser. He then married Meenakshi, one of his affairs, the daughter of a rich businessman.

Later on, he never took much initiative to contact me or Mom. Pretty much as if we did not exist. It has been literally 16 years since we met each other. He is 54 years old, very fair, handsome, and has a bit of a dad bod (not fat), a thick moustache, and broad shoulders.

I heard he can be extremely charming if he wants to. He has a huge coffee plantation in Munnar. A huge mansion by it which is vacant throughout the year. He is very popular everywhere he goes as he got a very intruiging personality.

So, I was one among the very few that hated him. Oh, did I mention he is a raging womaniser?

One night, I was in my dorm in college. I never did drugs my whole life, but a fellow best friend hooked me up with some weed. It was my first experience. I was confined to my room, and soon I was tripping hard. My mind was drifting, feeling calm and smooth, relaxing.

My thoughts drifted to places. My house in Tamil Nadu, my street, my school, my favourite restaurant, my college, the film theatre, my trip to Goa, my trip to Mumbai. I never went to Karnataka, Karnataka or Radhakrishnan. He is an asshole, womaniser, bad boy, arrogant, hates me, I hate him, so handsome, naughty, thick funny moustache, hairy chest.

I soon snapped out, my head still spinning. I felt wetness in my pants. I went to the bathroom to realise I cum real hard.

The next day was horrible. I puked several times, had a massive headache, and swore that I’d never try weed. But as much as I tried to hide it, the thought hit me again and again. Radhakrishnan! I really hate the guy. But I could not get around as to how I cum so hard.

I convinced myself that it was the weed messing me up. The feeling was unholy, toxic, and exciting. This guy is my biological father, who left me and my mom and never cared about us. Rekindled my anger towards him. Curiosity, anger, and so many mixed feelings urged me to find out more about him.

I created a fake Instagram account with the name Maya. I added a profile pic of me playing violin, my face hidden. I entered the world of stalking. I checked out his contacts. I avoided all the people I knew personally. I started to add his friends as mine while adding my roster of friends.

In a while, my ‘Maya’ account had a fairly decent contact list with atleast 38 mutual friends with Radhakrishnan. I started liking all his posts putting sweet comments.

After 2 weeks, I got a notification on my phone. It was a message on Instagram from Radhakrishnan.

I felt so excited my heart fluttered. I started typing,

Him: Hey, there.

Me: Hi!

Him: Hey, Maya, is it?

Me: Yeah.

Him: I am Radhakrishnan, nice to meet you. And thanks for liking all my recent posts.

Me: Lol, I guess we got matching vibes

Him: that’s actually a humungous compliment from a young kid like you. Thanks.

Me: Is humungous even a word?

Me: (a gorilla dancing gif)

Him: (laughing emoji)

And thus, we started texting. It was only for a few minutes in the beginning, then half an hour, a few hours. A few weeks passed by, and I was hopelessly addicted to chatting with him. The mystery, the thrill, the thought of conning a guy I hate, plus he was a real smooth talker.

Often, we would chat for 5 hours straight. I steered clear of my details, focusing more on my college, friends, family, and hobbies. He often asked for my face picture, but I managed to steer the conversation away. He also often ends the night convo with a kiss emoji.

I felt awkward at first, but it was really exciting, I would reply a plain good night. It was a tease. I often forgot who he was to me.

Once, I was stuck with my project in college. I had just 4 days to my deadline and was not confident to finish it. I happened to bring it up during my conversation with him. On the eve of the deadline, he sent me the entire finished project.

The following day, I submitted it. It was a blast. That night we were chatting I showered him with thanks. Towards the end,

Him: Bye then

Me: (three repetitive kiss emoji)

A long pause

Him: Wow, I liked it. It felt here

Me: Did you?

Him: Yeah

Me: I think you are lying.

I loved that I was fooling a man. It was very confusing, but I loved the feeling. I thought for a while. Then, I sent a selfie of myself leaning against my table to him after making sure that he was offline. I was wearing a salwaar kameez. I wasn’t sure he would recognise me. It was a huge step.

The next day went as usual, class, friends, etc. Soon, evening came, and I hurriedly opened my Maya account. I had received 6 messages from him. I was tense about whether he recognised me. Hands trembling, I opened the chat, instantly letting out a sigh of relief.

He did not recognise me at all. (Obviously, that bastard had no contact with me since I was a child). But he was showering me with sweet compliments as to how pretty I am. I loved each word he texted and sent a kiss emoji for each compliment.

My heart was beating fast, and my hormones were pumping. I sent him my phone number. I don’t know why I did it, but it didn’t matter anymore. Obviously, he called immediately, and we practically switched from texting to calling from that day. Our conversations became more frequent.

Two months passed. He invited me to meet up for a date in a club where he usually chills with his friends. I was told there is a tennis court. Maybe we can have a game or two. I accepted without hesitation. Evening, I showed up at the club and booked a room.

I freshened up, then changed to tennis wear, a tight white tank top, a white skirt barely covering my thighs, blue canvas shoes, a white cap and an armband. I headed towards the court, where Radhakrishnan was waiting, leaning against the rail of the court.

As soon as he saw me, he moved towards me. We shook hands. He openly stared at my body briefly before fixating his eyes on my face. “You’re even more stunning in person,” he smirked as I blushed. He introduced me to his friends. They were astonished as to how he got a hot chick like me to date.

It was obvious he wanted to flaunt me in front of his friends. Everybody knew he was a womaniser. But this time, it wasn’t a hooker or any aged aunty, but a young hot college girl. As far as his friends were concerned, he was at a whole new level in his game.

I bit my lip in excitement as I suggested playing a tennis match with him, to which he agreed. All his friends were standing aside watching. I’m a tennis pro in college. This guy doesn’t know what’s coming. I giggled as I thought to myself. The game began.

As the game proceeded, I realised he was not an easy opponent. Both of us struggled a lot to score points. After a long and challenging game, he won by 4 points. I gripped my bat, sweating profusely. I felt disappointed in myself, but at the same time felt something funny. Maybe I was a bit impressed.

After spending more time chatting with him and his friends, I got back to my room, energetic and excited. I sat on my bed, checking my phone, when I heard a knock. I opened it to find Radhakrishnan at the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked as I let him in. “Nice match, huh?”

“You honestly surprised me,” I giggled. “Beating me is usually not an easy job.”

He stared deeply into my eyes, “So when are you going to tell me your name is Uthara?”

I got so shocked I stood open mouthed for a whole minute. Was my cover blown? How much does he know about me? All these thoughts hovered over my mind.

“Umm, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered

I felt a burning sensation on my left cheek, along with a loud roaring sound, as he slapped me hard. I fell to the bed. It took me a few seconds to come to my senses as I saw him looking at me, making heavy eye contact. “Who are you?” He shouted.

I felt partially relieved that he didn’t find out who I was precisely, just my name. “I…I am…I needed to find a quick cover.  I am sorry. I created a fake account just for fun. Then, I met you coincidentally. That’s all.”

“That’s it?” He growled.

“Yes,”  I stuttered. I got up and moved towards him. I paused for a moment before kissing him. He was shocked at first, but then he didn’t take much time to think over it as he returned the kiss. I was confused about why this was happening.

I tried to console myself by thinking I was trying to hide my identity, although I helplessly realised that I was deeply aroused. Small pecks on the lips soon turned into passionate smooching as both of us struggled to dominate. Eventually, I gave in.

As we pulled apart, briefly gasping for air, “How did you get my name?”

“One of my friends recognised you. He is the father of one of your friends,” he smirked.

“Which friend? Ha!” I screamed a bit as he pulled my hair, kissing and sucking my neck. My screams turned into moans as I enjoyed the pain mixed with pleasure. He removed my top and tossed it on the floor as he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on the bed, pressing his head into my cleavage.

My breasts were held up firmly by my laced bra. I moaned in ecstasy as he trailed kisses down to my belly button piercing. He sucked on it as he easily removed my skirt and panties. I didn’t even realise he stripped me naked except for my bra.

He gripped my narrow waist as he pulled out his tool and gently placed it on my tight pussy. I bit my lip in anticipation as he slowly inserted it inside me. “Ah,” I moaned loudly in a seductive tone before looking sideways, signalling to him there were people next door. They may easily hear us.

I laughed as he said they were used to hearing louder noises from his room. He gradually increased the pace as he thrust more and more into my tight pussy. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he started ramming into me. I was moaning loudly now. The intensity was rising as the room was getting hot.

Finally, he cum deep inside me, his hot load filling me up. He fell on me as both of us gasped for air.

I put my hand on my forehead as I whispered to myself, “What have I done!”

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Meena Jacobs was frustrated to the core, sitting on the heavy beanbag of her bedroom under the cold breeze of her AC. It was 11 PM, and she lit a cigarette to clear her mind. Meena was 44, a successful manager at a reputed MNC.

She had very recently come back on the dating scene after 5 years of a failed marriage. It took a toll on her romantic and sexual life. But her frustration was not because of it. She was talking to a charming man she met at a book fair for over a month.

He was younger than her, for sure. Meena, being in her 40s, was having a hard time shedding her fat. The age was getting her melons dropped and her skin loose. She had love handles and a slightly chubby belly that was too adamant and stubborn from leaving her skin.

But the connection she had with the man, Tarak, was powerful. They talked about books, movies, and life before they finally had a dinner date today. Things went extremely great. They were kissing passionately in the car before he dropped her off, but his last words put her in great turmoil.

‘I hope you don’t mind me being younger than you?’ Tarak said, pecking her cheeks in the dim light inside his career.

‘I don’t mind as long as you don’t,’ Meena was in the heat after many years. She wanted to invite him over and spread her legs for him.

He madly sucked her lips and held her tender palm, then placed it on his crotch. Its warmth and thickness caused an explosion of raw female cravings for cum in all her holes. But what he said next was something she could not digest, ‘I am 26.’

Meena pulled her lips from his mouth. His lips were smudged with the lipstick she wore to impress. She had his saliva all over her chin. “We have a gap of 16 years,” she said, extremely annoyed, but her palm was still holding onto his penis over his pants.

She pushed open the door of his car and walked to her apartment, paying no heed to his words. Meena was recalling every second of their date while she took a puff from the cigarette. She was wearing an oversized shirt with nothing inside or below the waist.

She slid her right hand between her legs and touched her lips and pubic area. It was so neatly waxed for him to eat the whole night. She separated the labia and still felt the wetness. Her mind was churning within her. Finally, after years, a man made her feel happy.

But he was just a couple of years older than her daughter Betty. Her fingers involuntarily slide into her pussy, and she let out a moan, ‘Tarak’. Within a few minutes, she was vigorously driving her fingers in and out of her pussy.

She was moaning out loud his name till she finally had a beautiful orgasm. She smiled at herself for getting aroused like a teenager. She walked to her bedroom to notice 3 missed calls and a text from Tarak. She didn’t want to call back but she decided to read a history text that brought her another smile.

“I know the age gap is an issue. But I felt a connection I never felt with anyone else but with you. Give us a chance, and let’s see what happens,” She smirked and licked the same fingers that were in her cunt.

“Boy, you know to make me blush and cum at the same time,” she thought and sent him a heart emoji. He jumped onto her bed to have a great sleep after a great orgasm.

Meena tried to follow a no-contact rule from Tarak for a week, but that didn’t stop her from touching herself every night, dreaming about his thick veiny tool penetrating her pussy. She used to have a dirty and messy orgasm every time. But she was still poised about letting him see her in her primal form.

It was a Friday evening when Meena was signing out from her office. She spotted lily flowers and a note from Tarak on her table, ‘I can’t stop thinking about you and our kiss. If you feel the same, let’s have dinner tonight. I will be waiting for you at the same restaurant we met last time at 9 PM.’

Meena was hungry, but she was also hungry for cum inside her. She took a cab in the same costume she left at her office. The only difference was she found time in the cab to brush up her hair, some foundation, and a lovely pink nude lipstick.

She left him a message as soon as she landed outside the restaurant. They shared a smile, then food. They talked about how they missed each other’s conversations and silly flirts. The age gap evaporated with every second, and she blushed like a teenager.

“Come over,” she said with a sheepish smile. They walked out of the restaurant, holding hands as if they were in love. Meena was burning with passion when Tarak looked at her. They knew what they wanted, and their bodies released pheromones stating their raw physical needs.

Tarak quickly drove to her apartment. She held his hand, took him over to her house, and opened its door. She closed it behind her and looked at him madly. Tarak knew what to do next. He placed his lips on her mouth; her lips widened and opened up for him.

Once again, they kissed passionately. Tarak could feel her heartbeats in his mouth. Her lips sucked on his lips and moaned into his mouth. His hands cupped her face and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I want you inside me,” she said seductively.

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We were a family of five. My father, (Anil) who is on a private job. My mother (Vidhi) used to be a school teacher, but she recently dropped out due to my grandmother’s demise. Because of her demise, my mom’s homely duties increased as she had to take care of my grandfather’s medicine and health checkups with the doctor.

And my young brother (Shivam), who was going through a chronic disease illness. Shivam was 10, and my grandma used to take care of him and my grandpa.

Let me start my story now. I was 18 when the deed happened, which I mentioned in an earlier paragraph.

Vidhi (my mom) was 35 years old, and an attractive woman. My father’s maternal side cousin was our guest. Uncle “Prateek” had a government job and transferred to our town. He stayed at our house for six months, and he tried to be very helpful. My mother started loving him as he was not being burdened, but instead, he was helping.

He was just using only a room in our house. Then he had started using laundry service, for not only his clothes but for ours too. My mom did not have the burden of clothes after that. He used to clean his room well and used to help mom in cleaning the house. Also, he used to clean his dishes and utensils by himself. My mom only had one task for him, and that was to provide him with food.

Mom was happy with his cooperation in the family, and it was impressive enough for her that he also used to watch daily soap with my mom. He used to discuss the episodes and the character problem. I used to feel pity for him because he used to watch those boring shows with my mom. But it ended up with an emotional connection between my mom and him.

My mom loved his nature and was attracted to him. He won the heart of my mom the day he gave some gifts to my mom. He had gifted her some beautiful dresses and suites. Then he went back to his home for a few days. It’s been only two months and he won the heart of my mom. My mom had mentioned that she had been missing him when he left. My grandpa and father love that my mom appreciated their guest’s presence.

After some days, he was back again in my home. Over the passing of days, I noticed he was more connected with my mom, and he was having fun with my mom with jokes. My mom used to laugh at it.

A few days later, I noticed his touch had changed towards my mom. Like, he used to hold my mom’s hands tightly and I could also watch him hugging my mom. I kind of felt that he was getting more connected. But the actual crisis was yet to come soon.

After a few days, I noticed his hand had started moving good parts of my mom. I saw him holding my mom’s waist and grabbing my mom’s ass.

After some time, he had been spanking my mom’s butts and smooching my mom. Now it was confirmed that the crisis had begun. But yet my mom neither gave him her pussy nor took off her dresses for him.

I also saw them while my mom sat on his lap, and he used to smooch my mom and grab and span her butts. Also, he was gripping her boobs.

But one day my mom and dad had a big quarrel. My mom was disappointed by my father’s nature. My uncle took this as an opportunity and brought my mom to bed and offered his support, with a gift of a new kurta and t-shirt. He kissed my mom on her lips for the next few minutes and convinced her to change her top in front of him. That was the first day he was introduced to my mom’s boobs. When my mom took off her kameez, he groped my mom under her 34b bra.

He took out her boobs from her bra and squeezed them and sucked them. My mom kind of laughed and enjoyed it. After some minutes, she changed her top. It was a proper fit and she accepted.

Uncle: Please bhabhi, give me your pussy to fuck.

Mom: Nope, this has already gone beyond the limits. I am not controlling whatever is going on between us. But I don’t want to accelerate it either.

Uncle: Bhabhi, you are enjoying it. There is nothing wrong with further acceleration.

Mom: I am your bhabhi. But I am behaving like your girlfriend. I let you smooch me, I let you touch me. But I’ll not have to go beyond and cheat your brother. He trusts me. I should not have to break his trust.

In my mind, I was thinking, ‘Mom, you already broke your loyalty.’

Well, I had loved to spy on them. One day, I realized that uncle was fucking my mom in a doggy-style position. But as the time passed, he got transferred back to his native city. After a year, my grandfather was sick and was in the hospital. He visited to see him. He had bought a car too. I was happy to see his car. I was not able to sleep in the hospital last night. So, I was trying to nap in the backseat of his car. I did not respond to their yell at me. He thought I slept.

My mom and uncle were in the front seat. Then he started to smooch my mom and entered his hand in my mom’s salwar. My mom said, “He (me) will wake up; stop it.”

After that, uncle took out his penis and asked my mom for a blowjob. Then my mom ended up giving him a handjob.

It’s a real story. Now I’m 19 years old. This incident changed my way of looking at my mom. One month back, uncle again visited my house. I again started spying on my mom and him. I noticed he was trying to touch my mom. The way he used to have fun is still part of my good memory and I kind of enjoy it.

He was not successful this time.

After some day, they will see each other again as there is a family function. I’m confused about what should I do. Should I need to help my uncle to bang my mom, or do I have to go against their sexual relationship? If I see them having sex again, should I need to record it? I want your honest feedback.

My mom is still beautiful and her nudity is worth watching. Her ass is 38 inches, and her boobs are 34b cup. Her skin is fair, and her cleavages really take attention in some of her summer suites. Sometimes, I got kinky at the thought of her.

Will this going to be appropriate if I fuck her by myself? What’s the true reality of incest? Should I try to attempt it?

Or is it considered incest if one takes a blowjob or handjob from their mom? Does incest is only with pussy or ass sex with mom also consider as incest?

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Ab aage –

Main bra ko bathroom se le aayi jisme Arush ne apne lund ka paani chhodha tha. Fir us bra ko muh mein le kar main chaatne lagi.

Main zor-zor se apni chut mein ungli karne lagi, aur bra mein lage Arush ke lund ke paani ko chaatne lagi. Kuch hi der mein main jhad gayi, aur apna paani nikali. Main wo hi bra jisme Arush ne lund ka paani nikala tha, usko pehni aur sone lagi.

Fir raat ko Arush ka message aaya mere paas aur bole: Bhabhi aap soch lo, nahi to main shaadi nahi karunga. Ab aapke hath main hai shaadi karwana.

Mujhe rona hi aa raha tha, par Pinki meri nanad se aur koi shaadi ke liye haa bhi nahi kar raha tha. Aur upar se ye the ek doctor. Pinki hamesha unke sath khush rahegi. Maine Arush se kaha-

Main: Main taiyaar hu. Par meri bhi ek shart hai. Aapko pehle Pinki se shaadi karni hogi.

Arush ne kaha: Agar aap baad mein mujhe mana kar di to iski kya guarantee hai?

Arush ko main doosre din milne ghar bulayi, aur wo jab ghar aaya, to main usko room mein le gayi, kyunki doosre room mein Pinki so rahi thi. Wo jaise hi room mein aaya, wo fir mujhe hug kar liya, aur meri gardan ko kiss karne laga.

Main usko boli: Chhodho mujhe aur baat karo yaha baith kar.

Fir wo bed par baith kar baat karne laga, aur usne mujhe direct sex ka proposal diya.

Wo bola: Jab tak aap mujhe khush rakhogi, Pinki bhi khush rahegi.

Main boli: Main taiyaar hu, par shaadi ke baad karne doongi.

To wo bola: Shaadi ke baad aap mana kar di to mera kya hoga?

Maine kaha: Agar tum mere sath ye sab kar loge, aur fir shaadi ke liye mana kar doge to?

Hum dono ko hi beech ka raasta samajh nahi aaya, to wo bola-

Arush: Ek kaam ho sakta hai.

Fir maine poocha: Aur wo kya hai?

To wo bola: Sirf upar se karunga bhabhi.

Main unse boli: Main kuch samjhi nahi.

To unhone kaha: Sirf kiss aur ek-doosre ke sath oral sex.

Main boli: Theek hai, mujhe time chaiye sochne ke liye.

Arush us wakt to ghar se chala gaya, par fir main sochne lagi ki kya ho agar main sirf apne badan ko kiss karne du, aur shaadi ke baad main saaf mana kar du. Ye mujhe theek laga. Fir Arush ko maine doosre din ghar bula liya, aur kaha-

Main: Sirf upar se hi karne doongi, aur kuch nahi.

Arush ne meri baat maani, aur kaha: Aapke sath itna bhi mere liye bahut hai. Aap jaisi haseena to kismat se milti hai. Us din to kuch ho nahi paaya.

Aur wo ghar chale gaye.

2 din baad maine Arush ko bulaya, aur mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, ki kya hoga? Kya main sahi kar rahi thi? Pinki apne college ke kaam se gayi hui thi, aur husband kaam par gaye hue the. Main bilkul akeli Arush ka intezaar kar rahi thi.

Arush ghar aaya, aur maine unhe sofe mein baithne ko kaha. Par Arush ne mujhe godi mein uthaya, aur bedroom mein le gaye. Main unka aisa karne par mixed feeling de rahi thi. Wo mujhe le jaa kar bed par lita diye, aur mere upar aa kar lip kiss karne lage. Sath hi mere boobs par hath laga kar dabane lage.

Main kuch der uske kiss ka koi response nahi di. Par fir main bhi uske lips ko kiss karne lagi, aur uski jeebh mere muh mein ghusti chali gayi. Wo meri jeebh ko apne muh mein le kar choosne laga. 5 minutes tak liplock ke baad usne mere poore face pe kiss karna shuru kiya, aur mere kaan ko muh mein le kar choosne laga.

Wo fir mujhe dekhte hue bolne laga: Aapke ye patle honth aur aapki ye nasheeli aankhon mein doob jau bhabhi.

Aapke ye honth jaise makhmal, bas inka rass peeta rahu. Aur ye kehte hue wo mere boobs ko kapde ke upar se hi dabata raha, aur fir meri saree ke pallu ko hata kar meri boobs ke beech ki lakeer ko kiss karne laga.

Meri saanse kaafi tez chalne lagi, aur ye pehli baar tha ki main kisi aur mard ke sath thi. Meri saanse zor se chalne ke kaaran mere boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the. Wo ab mere pet ko kiss karta hua meri nabhi mein jeebh daal kar gol-gol ghumane laga, aur choosne laga. Uska hath meri saree ke andar panty mein ja pahucha.

Mujhe jaise hi apni panty mein unka hath mehsoos hua, maine unka hath pakad liya, aur boli: Baat sirf upar-upar se hui thi oral sex ki.

To unhone kaha: Ye upar se hi hai bhabhi jaan. Aapki chut paani chhodh rahi hai. Aap geeli ho gayi hai.

Ye bol kar wo apna hath baahar nikaal kar mujhe dikhne lage.

Aur sach ye hi tha ki main jhad gayi thi. Ab wo apne kapde khol kar sirf underwear mein ho gaye, aur meri saree aur petticoat ko bhi unhone alag kiya.

Ab main sirf panty aur blouse mein thi. Wo mere pairon ko choomne lage, aur jeebh nikal kar chaatne lage. Aisa mere husband ne kabhi nahi kiya tha, aur ye sab mere liye naya ho raha tha.

Fir wo pair ko kiss karte hue meri panty ke upar se hi panty mein laga chut ka paani chaatne lage. Main unki jeebh ko chut mein panty ke upar se hi mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Meri chut mein khujli hone lagi, aur gudgudi hone lagi thi. Meri chut bhi apna paani chhodhne lagi thi.

Ye dekh kar Arush mere face ke paas aaya aur bola: Bhabhi maza aa raha hai na aapko? Aapki chut paani chhodh rahi hai.

Aur wo mere blouse aur bra ko bhi mere boobs se alag kar diya, aur mere boobs ko choosne laga.

Wo bolne laga: Bhabhi ye boobs choosne ke liye hi to main marra jaa raha tha.

Aur mere doosre boob ke nipple ko ungli mein daba kar masalne laga. Main kaafi uttejana se bhar gayi thi, aur mujhe chudai ka mann ho raha tha. Par main kuch nahi kar saki aur Arush mere upar let gaye.

Wo mere boobs ko apne seene mein daba kar apna lund jo underwear mein tha, usko meri chut ke upar ghisne lage, aur mere lips ko choosne lage.

To be continued…

Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 36 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade chooche aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati “Ghosh Babu” meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardon ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere choochon ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

Pichle part mein aapne padha tha ki Bhima ne mujhe uski aur Yamini ki chudai dekhte hue dekh liya tha. Fir maine fingering ki, aur naha kar baahar aa gayi. Uske baad Bhima mere room mein aaya aur mujhse maafi maangne laga.

Usne mujhse kaha ki main uski complaint na karu. Aur iske liye woh kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar tha. Maine bhi uske sath maza karne ki sochi. Fir pehle maine usse chai mangwayi.

Jab tak woh chai leke aata, tak tab main aadhi nangi hoke baith gayi. Jab woh aaya to mujhe dekh kar hairan tha. Fir maine usko apni chut ke baal saaf karne ke liye kaha. Ab aage badhte hai.

Meri chut ke baal saaf karne wali baat se Bhima hairan ho gaya. Woh meri taraf sawaal bhari nazron se dekh raha tha. Fir maine dobara usko bola-

Main: Kya hua, itne hairan kyun ho rahe ho? Tumne hi to kaha tha ki mere liye kuch bhi karoge. Ab irada badal gaya ho to main Nainsukh ko phone lagau.

Tabhi woh bola: Nahi madam, main abhi kar deta hu. Main ek minute mein wapas aaya.

Fir woh room se chala gaya, aur 1-minute mein wapas aa gaya. Maine dekha uske hath mein ek hair trimmer tha. Main samajh gayi ki woh isi trimmer se meri chut ke baal saaf karne wala tha.

Fir woh mere kareeb aaya, aur meri taango ke paas aake baith gaya. Maine apni taange poori khol di. Woh aage badha, aur meri taango ke beech aa gaya. Fir usne trimmer on kiya, aur apne hath meri chut ki taraf badhaye. Uske hath kaamp rahe the. Mujhe usko aise dekh kar hassi aur maza dono aa rahe the.

Fir usne trimmer meri chut par lagaya. Jaise hi trimmer meri chut par chhua, mere muh se ahh nikal gayi. Trimmer thanda tha, aur isse mujhe current sa laga. Meri aah sunte hi Bhima ne ghabra kar trimmer peeche kar liya, aur bola-

Bhima: Sorry madam, kuch hua to nahi?

Main: Nahi kuch nahi hua, tum karo apna kaam.

Fir usne dobara se meri chut par trimmer lagaya, aur baal saaf karne laga. Woh dheere-dheere bade pyar se meri chut ko touch kar raha tha, aur uske is touch se meri chut geeli aur main garam ho rahi thi.

Woh ek hath se meri chut ke maas ko set kar raha tha, aur doosre hath mein pakde trimmer se baal nikaal raha tha. 5-minute mein usne meri chut ke saare baal kaat diye. Fir usne hath se chut par lage baalon ko jhaad diye.

Chut geeli hone ki wajah se kuch baal chut se chipak gaye the, jo jhaadne se hatte nahi. Fir usne mujhe bola-

Bhima: Madam aapke paas koi kapda hai, ye baal chipak gaye hai.

Main: Kapda to nahi hai. Aisa karo, tum inko apni jeebh se chaat kar nikaal do.

Woh ye sun kar hairan ho gaya, aur bola-

Bhima: Lekin main kaise chaat sakta hu?

Main: Kyun pehle kabhi chut nahi chaati tumne?

Bhima chut nahi chaati aisa nahi bol sakta tha. Kyunki thodi der pehle hi maine uski aur Yamini ki chudai dekhi thi. Aur usne Yamini ki chut khoob chaati thi. Fir woh bola-

Bhima: Madam aisa to nahi hai.

Main: Fir kya dikkat hai? Waise bhi tum to kuch bhi karne ke liye ready ho.

Ab Bhima samajh gaya tha ki uske paas koi raasta nahi tha chut chaatne ke alawa. Fir woh aage badha, aur usne apna muh meri chut par laga diya. Uska muh lagte hi meri aahh nikal gayi.

Fir woh dheere-dheere meri chut par jeebh firane laga upar se neeche. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha, aur main halki-halki aahen bhar rahi thi. 2–3-minute chut chaat kar usne saare baal nikaal diye. Fir woh baal thook kar bola-

Bhima: Madam, nikal gaye saare baal.

Lekin main abhi chut chatwa kar santusht nahi hui thi. To maine usse kaha-

Main: Kuch baal chut ke andar bhi chale gaye the. Woh tumhe andar jeebh daal kar nikaalne honge.

Ab Bhima bhi kahi na kahi samajh gaya tha, ki main kya chaahti thi. Usne theek hai bol kar firse apna muh meri chut par laga diya. Ab woh zor-zor se meri chut chaatne laga.

Usne ek hath se meri chut ki faanko ko khola, aur usme apni jeebh daal di. Jaise hi uski jeebh meri chut ke andar gayi, meri kamuk siski nikal gayi. Mujhe bahut maza aane laga, aur maine apni aankhen band kar li.

Fir maine apna ek hath uske sar par rakha, aur uske sar ko apni chut mein dabane lagi. Theek usi waqt Bhima ne apna gear change kiya, aur chaatne-choosne ki speed ko aur badha diya.

Woh zabardast tareeke se choos raha tha. Ek aurat ko maza kaise dena hota hai, ye woh ache se jaanta tha. Main bhi gaand hila-hila kar usse apni chut chatwa rahi thi.

Takreeban 15-minute usne meri chut ko ache se chaata, aur chut ke daane ko muh mein leke choosa. Ab main apne charamsukh tak pahunch chuki thi. Fir paani ka ek fawwara meri chut se furr-furr karke nikla. Bhima ke muh mein jaane laga.

Main chaahti thi ki Bhima meri chut ka saara paani pee jaye. Isliye maine uske muh ko apni chut par dabaye Rakha. Tab tak dheela nahi chhodha jab tak ki saara paani uske muh ke andar nahi chala gaya, aur usne saara paani nigal nahi liya.

Jab woh sara paani pee gaya, to maine apna hath uske sar se hata liya. Udhar uski saans fooli hui thi, aur idhar main tez-tez saanse lete hue bed par let gayi. 2–3-minute ki chuppi ke baad woh utha aur bola-

Bhima: Madam aapki chut ek-dum saaf ho gayi hai. Ab mere liye aur koi kaam hai, ye main jaa sakta hu?

Maine uski taraf smile karte hue dekha, aur boli-

Main: Abhi to tumhe aur bhi kuch saaf karna hai.

Ye sun kar woh soch mein pad gaya ki aur kya saaf karna tha. Fir usne mujhse poocha-

Bhima: Bataiye madam aur kya saaf karna hai? Main woh bhi kar deta hu.

Main muskurayi aur boli-

Maine usko kya bola, aur usse kya saaf karwaya, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega.

Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

‘I want you inside me,’ Meena said seductively. Their bodies were so tightly pressed against each other. They could feel the energy emanating from each other.

Tarak planted a gentle kiss on her neck, making her moan. The neck was always her sensitive spot. Her eyes closed shut while gripping his back neck tightly with her left palm, while her right palm held onto his thick arm. She had entirely submitted to his masculinity.

While passionately licking her neck, Tarak undid the first few buttons of her dark pink collared shirt. He slid the collar to either side and pecked her from her chin to her bust. She drove her hand inside his black t-shirt to feel his fit body. Her hands rubbed across his back inside the t-shirt.

He lifted his arms, looking at her pink cheeks. ‘You can undress me,’ he said as she pulled out his t-shirt, blushing. Meena started at his upper body. He was not muscular but fit. He had a chest chair, which, for some reason, she found attractive.

She hugged him tightly to feel his heartbeat, but she could also feel his manhood growing within his pants. ‘Please be gentle with me,’ she whispered, permitting him to go nuts on her. His hands slid down to her peach-shaped ass, he kneading them while her lips roamed around his chest.

He traced the edge of the black trousers and moved his fingers to the button just below her belly. Meena was a plus-sized lady but he seemed to be fascinated by her voluptuous beauty. He smiled at her and locked his lips with her.

She was so mad with hormones running through her veins she almost sucked out his tongue. Meanwhile, he undid the buttons and unzipped the trousers, then slowly peeled it down over her ass.

Meena obliged by loosening herself. The trousers slid down as soon as they crossed her thick thighs. He slapped the ass so hard it made a loud smack along with her moans. Her eyes started straight at his eyes. He cupped each of her plumpy heart-shaped butts.

She had a high cut blue panties inside. When he placed his thumb on the elastic edges, she stopped licking his nipples and neck and whispered, ‘It’s been some time since I waxed there.’ Tarak smiled and kissed her passionately for a few seconds.

‘I can smell how much you want me between your legs. I don’t mind the hair.’

Meena was surprised but also turned on as Tarak kneeled. He held her waist and kissed across her belly, lifting her blue slip. He started peeling her panties, licking her belly button.

‘Baby, you are soaked already,’ Tarak said as he rolled the panties to her knees. Meena was shocked. She hadn’t ever been called something so silly yet so romantic.

‘Tarak, I haven’t had proper sex since my divorce,’ she said, kicking away the wet panties to a corner. She pushed him away and walked semi-naked from the hall. Her butt shook with every step, he followed her and hugged her from behind.

‘Let me make you feel like a woman again.’

Meena felt his boner rubbing against her ass.

‘I am way out of shape, and the age factor still bugs me’ She turned around but failed to resist kissing his cheeks.

‘I don’t even remember how sex felt like,’ she said, planting a kiss on his forehead.

He grabbed her thigh and kissed her neck. ‘You are wet for me. That’s all I need now.’

‘Take me to your bedroom,’ he said, kissing again. She pulled her lips from him and guided him to her cosy bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed in a corner. She turned around and started kissing him madly again while walking backwards to the bed.

He stopped kissing and pushed her to the bed.

‘I can’t get enough of your lips,’ she moaned.

‘I want the other lips now,’ he said, kneeling as he grabbed her thighs.

‘Please don’t. I am not even trimmed,’ but then her words ended with a sigh as he kissed the upper labia. Meena was a dusky lady. She had chocolate brown skin, and her labia was long and wet. Her hairs were prominent over the skin, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

He tilted his head and lip locked on her labia, she shivered. He didn’t have to do much, just licking her labia coupled with sucking the clit was enough to get her flowing. Slowly he parted her labia and planted her tongue on the hole while his thumb pressed against her clit.

He continued rubbing his tongue and tapping the clit, making her groan and moan like an animal in heat. Her thighs held his face together. She kept groaning and sighing. Her breaths were getting deeper and longer. Meena was having an explosion between her legs.

‘Tarak, please be gentle. It’s been a long time for me,’ She let out words in between her moans, and she orgasmed with a quiver. Her belly quivered and tightened, and then, letting out a deep moan, she said, ‘Baby, I am all yours.’

Tarak got up, watching bits of white fluid leaking out of her pussy. He laid down right next to her and kissed her cheeks. Meena spread her legs wide and touched herself down there. She giggled as she felt the mess she made on the bed.

‘Tarak, thank you’ She kissed him back on his cheeks then wiped off her juices from his chin.

‘I haven’t done this for years. I am tired. I feel like my heart will explode.’

Tarak slid his hand under her neck and pulled her to his chest. ‘Let’s sleep then,’ he hugged her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

That night changed Meena into a wild animal. She slept against his chest, but it was also the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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