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My husband Raghu informed me that we needed to go to a party that night. It was the party thrown by his arch-rival Yogesh. He gave me a black saree to wear for the party and I refused to wear it as it exposed a lot of my skin. But my husband was adamant saying that even though the stupid Yogesh was ahead of him professionally, he wanted to show what Yogesh didn’t have and what he had, which was a hot wife. It was convincing.

That evening, before leaving for the party, I had a shower and changed into the black saree that my husband had bought. Oh my God, it was more revealing than I thought! The sleeveless blouse was very small and it was clearly revealing my armpits, part of side boobs, and ample cleavage.

Coming to my looks, I am popular for my milf looks. At the age of 30, with a height of 5’10” and a God-given body, many say I look like actress Anushka Shetty. My husband used to cum just looking at my figure and he says I have a very erotic face. But I am very unsatisfied sexually as he is always more into office and career than banging me on bed. Even when we have sex, he hardly lasts for 5 minutes, and he directly goes on banging me without any foreplay or seduction. As a woman, I like to be teased, I like it to be delayed, played with, and at the same time, and I like to be fucked mercilessly for hours. My husband never made use of my bombshell body.

I sometimes have thoughts of cheating on him to satisfy my sexual needs. But that all feels very wrong as I want to stay loyal to him as he has given me a rich and cozy life with his hard work.

So, I decided to wear the saree, and I could see in the mirror that I was looking like an Arabian horse, which everyone wanted to ride! My melons which were not too big or small but just perfect were clearly accentuated in the saree. The blouse was displaying enough cleavage which can give instant hard-on to any man. As the saree was transparent, it clearly was displaying my abdomen and cleavage.

I adjusted my petticoat slightly below to display my round and deep navel. As the blouse had only a thread at the back to tie, my smooth back was completely exposed, and below it, I had a perfect round ass.

My ass was round and huge, and my husband’s 6-inch cock never used to enter my pussy in a doggy-style position. I think my figure deserves a monster cock to satisfy me.

Then I applied a slight lipstick and looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was looking as hot as hell. So, I decided not to over-expose my body in this saree to the hungry wolves at the party. I decided to wear a court on top of the saree, which covered my upper body completely and buttoned it. My husband was not happy with it. He asked me what was the point of wearing a beautiful saree if I was going to cover it completely.

We were at the party by 8 pm and my husband took me straight to his enemy Yogesh to make him jealous. There he was, the person who my husband hated and talked about daily. The person whom he wanted to destroy. Because of him, my husband was always second in his professional life.

Yogesh was not like what I imagined. He was a handsome hunk wearing a tight t-shirt with a handsome face and a very toned, tight, muscular body with a flat chest. The t-shirt he was wearing was not able to hold his muscles.

Raghu: Yogesh, this is my wife Urvasi.

He looked at me, and I could clearly tell that there was something wrong with the way he was looking at me. Then he extended his arm. Oh my God! The nerves on his hand and a tight, confident shake hand had already made me weak in my knees!

Then they started to have a conversation, but most of the time, Yogesh was looking at me, and he was looking as if to eat me then and there. I was thinking this guy would really want to fuck me if he saw me with the saree I was wearing without the coat. Even I was stealing some glances at his muscular body. Looking at his biceps and flat muscular chest in that t-shirt was making me bite my lips and there was some strange feeling between my legs. But I controlled myself as I didn’t want to give him any wrong hints as this was the man my husband hated.

After that, we sat for dinner in the garden in front of the building. My husband told me it was Yogesh’s party and this big bungalow in front of the garden was his house. From the look of it, I figured out he was not only handsome but also a very wealthy man.

I was sitting beside my husband at our table and having my dinner. Suddenly, Yogesh came and occupied the chair beside me. My husband didn’t mind Yogesh sitting beside me.

Yogesh: You don’t drink? I don’t see your glass.

I felt uncomfortable talking to him as he was my husband’s enemy. So, I just shook my head. He sensed my problem and made a gesture to some of his assistants. The assistant came to my husband.

Assistant: Sir, the senior VP wants to meet you in the house.

Raghu: Oh.

My husband was as dumb as he was always. Without understanding that it was Yogesh’s plan, he stopped eating, left me there, and went into the building to meet the senior VP.

Yogesh: He is gone, now you can talk freely.

I gave him an angry stare.

Yogesh: Why are you wearing the coat? It’s not cold, right? You can loosen it.

Urvasi: I am comfortable like this.

Yogesh: I think you look gorgeous.

I gave him an irritating stare and started looking for my husband. But I couldn’t see him. Suddenly, something shocking happened. I could feel someone’s strong grip on my thighs. I knew who it was before looking at it. Then I gave him a sudden and angry look.

Urvasi: How dare you?!

Before I could complete my sentence he started talking –

Yogesh: Don’t make a scene. You know what will happen to your husband if he knows I treated you like this. His heart will break. I know I already screwed him professionally, just imagine what will happen to him if he knows this.

He was right, my husband couldn’t take this. I just stared at my plate and luckily, no one could see what was happening underneath the table as there was the tablecloth which was covering the action beneath the table. I really started to get why my husband hated that guy. He acted as if he dropped something beneath the table and had to bend to get it, and in this way, he touched my feet. Then he suddenly entered my petticoat and now his hand was really on my thigh, without the cloth between.

I didn’t stop him either for some strange reason.

Suddenly, his touch was no longer a problem as I almost jumped on my chair to control my moans. His hands started their magic on my thighs and I was enjoying it. His hands were softly caressing the inside part of my thighs.

Yogesh: Your thighs are very soft and firm, darling.

I put my hands on the table for support, closed my eyes, and tried to control my moans.

Urvasi: Please, stop. Someone might see.

Yogesh: Remove the jacket, I will stop then.

Urvasi: I can’t, my saree is very revealing. I can’t do it in front of everyone.

My husband’s office competitor suddenly moved his hand on the thigh towards my wet panties.

Urvasi: Ahhh…

I gave a small moan as I was not able to control anymore. His hand was just inches away from my wet panties.

Yogesh: Then, come inside my house and remove it there. I want to see you.

Urvasi: No way! (However, my voice was very bleak and erotic as I liked what he was doing.)

Then he moved his hand slightly and his little finger touched my panties.

I caught his hand with mine and stared all around if anyone was seeing us before making eye contact with him.

Urvasi: I will come. Now, please remove the hand.

He trusted me and removed his hand. I took a deep breath. He pointed to the room.

Yogesh: I will be waiting.

Saying that, he went inside the house. I sat there for a moment not believing what just happened. That was the most sexually arousing moment of my life. I really wanted to go inside the house and give him a peek of what was inside the jacket. But suddenly, a flash of my husband came to me.

Urvasi (in my mind): I can’t do this to him. Especially with the man who he hates the most.

I wanted to go home immediately, but before that, I thought I should wash my panties as I was soaking wet. So, I went into the building and found the restrooms. Then I went into a bedroom, not the one he asked me to come into, and found a washroom there. I went into it and was cleaning my pussy. Then I heard a conversation of men coming from the bedroom attached to that bathroom.

Voice 1: Yogesh is really going to end the career of Raghu.

Voice 2: That poor guy doesn’t really know what is coming his way, hahaha.

I was really shocked to hear this. From what I knew of Yogesh, he was capable of such things, and he hated my husband. Even though I really never wanted to meet him after what happened at the table, now I really wanted to know what his plan was. But before I could set my clothes, come out, and confront the people whose voices I heard. they had left.

Now, I immediately went to my husband to inform him of this. But his ego didn’t let him believe something terrible was going to happen to him. He laughed and brushed it aside saying even he was going to destroy that stupid Yogesh’s career. I was scared because if what I heard was true, my husband would be losing his job, and with that, I would be losing my rich lifestyle! So, I really wanted to know what Yogesh’s plan was.

Then I went into the building looking for him. It was a big bungalow with a lot of rooms on the ground floor and first floor. I went to the room on the first floor where he asked me to come. I went inside and there was no one in the room.

Once I was in the room, I heard someone come inside the room and lock it from inside. I didn’t even turn back as I knew who it was.

Urvasi: Are you planning to make my husband lose his job?

He sat in a chair and was at a distance from me.

Yogesh: I will answer that, but before that, do what you promised me at the table.

This guy was evil. I turned slowly towards him as he was fixing a drink for himself. I started to unbutton the jacket. All the buttons were off and he now had a view of my beautiful navel through the transparent saree.

Yogesh: Remove the jacket completely and throw it to me.

I did as he said very slowly. The moment the jacket was off, he stood up from his chair in shock at what he was seeing. 70% of my upper body was for him to savor as my pallu was barely covering it. His eyes were staring all over my body.

Then I threw the jacket at him and he caught it and was walking towards me slowly. I was staring at the ground beneath me in shyness. The good thing among all of this was that I folded my pallu together to cover my cleavage so that he didn’t get a look of it through the transparent saree.

Now he was just a few centimeters away from me. I immediately turned back as I didn’t want him to stare at my tits. But by doing this, I was giving him a perfect view of my back, which only had a small string tied to my jacket. He would be enjoying the view.

Urvasi: I gave you what you wanted. Now, tell me what I asked you before.

He had put his finger on top of my bare back. Then I turned immediately towards him and his eyes immediately went towards my melons.

Urvasi: What are you doing?

Yogesh: You want a secret out of me and I will talk after you let me touch you. Trust me, I will only use my finger.

I was convinced as he was only going to use his finger and I really wanted to know what his plan was. So, I gave him consent. But I turned back again as I didn’t want him to savor my melons. He immediately put his finger just below my neck on my back and traced it down. Even though I was put in this kind of situation, I was really secretly enjoying this!

Then I closed my eyes and clenched my fist to control myself. His finger slowly tracked all the back down. Now it was on my right ass making circles and I couldn’t even control my moans.

Urvasi: Mmmm…Tell me what I asked.

He came near my ear, just standing at the back of me and started whispering in my ear –

Yogesh: So, next month, I will be promoted to the senior VP position.

He understood that I was slowly getting into his grasp. So he slowly started pressing my ass with his hand. It was so good that I didn’t want to stop him. I couldn’t control the pressure, so I rested my head backward on his shoulders.

His other hand started doing its magic as he placed it on my flat yet slightly chubby belly under the saree and was playing with my navel. Something had gotten into me, and even though I knew it was all wrong, I wouldn’t stop him. My husband’s enemy was now firmly pressing my ass cheeks and was saying his plan in my ear. But because of all the pleasure, I couldn’t hear a word.

I slowly turned towards him. Then I opened my eyes and they were filled with lust. I lost all my ethics and inhibitions by then. I was just standing there as an invitation to kiss me. But he had other plans. He just blended on his knees and slowly brushed aside the saree covering my navel, brought his face near my navel, and started to lick it. And that was it! The moment his tongue was inside my navel, I started to moan louder caught his hair, and dug his head inside my belly.

I can surely say he was an expert in this art of seduction. He was licking it beautifully and I could feel his saliva on my navel. I couldn’t control my balance as my legs were getting weak. So I took a couple of steps back and was now against a wall. I caught the window poles, raised my hands, and closed my eyes, tilting my head sideways. My breasts were heaving up and down with the heavy breaths that I was taking.

What a sight that should have been for him. A perfect figure girl, with her hands up exposing her bare forehands and clean shaved armpits. And with the saliva of a stranger glistering on her navel. But I knew what he wanted.

He came towards me, caught the pallu on my shoulders, and pulled it off. And now my pallu protecting my heavenly cleavage was on the ground. I knew he could see most of my perfect breasts now. Then I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, and he was staring at my armpit like a mad dog, and then his stare went to the mole on my right boob.

I knew no man on this planet could control after seeing me like this. Many would have already cummed by then. But this guy was different. He knew how to play with women. He slowly put his finger on the mole on my boobs and tracked it down slowly, and with the finger, he started to go down.

Once his finger was at my navel, he started to lick it again. This time, more vigorously. And also, he caught my big round ass with his two hands and was pressing his head into my belly. I was moaning very loudly and even he was getting crazy. As a result, he put his hand on my left boob and gave a firm press.

Urvasi: Ahhhh… mmmm….

He was now massaging my boob beautifully. I had already leaked and made myself wet. His grip on my boob was getting very firm, and he was trying to remove the jacket to expose my boob. I didn’t want to get naked in front of a stranger, so I removed his hand with mine. But he was very adamant as he bought it back immediately. This time, he was mauling my boob in his hand, doing all this while still licking my navel.

My legs were shaking, and I slowly opened my eyes to take a look at him. Oh my God, what a position I was in! My pallu dropped, my hair all messed up, below me his tongue clearly out and doing its magic, and his hand circling the nipples on my jacket, my boobs almost out of the jacket.

Then he did something. He tried to push his hand into my petticoat, and as his hand touched my upper panties, the alarm bells rang in my head. I suddenly understood what I was doing. I immediately pushed him and started to set myself up.

Urvasi: I should not have done this. This is very wrong.

He started to get up, seeing my reaction as he understood he had gone too far. Then I corrected my pallu back and was looking for my jacket to cover up my body. And then I saw it. Oh my God, his dick. It was huge! Even though it was inside his pants, I could trace it. I bet it would be more than 8 inches.

He understood where I was looking. He saw my look change, and lust started to creep into me again after seeing his monster.

Yogesh: If you want, you can touch it.

His words again brought me back to the world from the trance of looking at his monster.

Urvasi: This never happened, and will never happen again.

Saying this, I covered my body with the jacket and walked out of the room. But somewhere inside me, I knew this was not the last time I would see him, as I was still mesmerized by the sheer size of his tool. And the sad part was that all the things he said in my ears about his plan to destroy my husband, nothing registered as I was in his trance completely.

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Indeed, I did not stop after reaching to my first orgasm. I continued grinding her butt against my wet pussy. My hands were still holding her firmly while lying on her back, my feet rubbing against her soft soles and heels. I exploded with my second and third orgasm consequently.

Literally, I was shivering with excitement. Warm juices were seeping out of my pussy uncontrollably! I kept on lying on her back for a few more minutes. My oily breasts were pressed against her back and caught up my breasts. Surprisingly, yet not a single word of objection came from her after all this!

She was lying quietly with her eyes closed and a discrete smile as if she was enjoying the pleasure under the influence of alcohol. That gave me more confidence. I was getting ready to make my next move with advancement.

That was the time I had to take the ultimate risk, as she could suddenly react with anger. Again, thanks to the drink which made her so calm, I was making my advancement more easily. She made me so turned on that I had to take the risk, and I could not let her go.

Due to the intensity of my passion, I made myself ready to take the chance. I wanted to flip her. I wanted to fuck her brains out by grinding her pussy against mine by getting on top of her. Next, I composed myself to come out of any fear. I whispered very slowly in her ears to flip on her back, and she followed.

Her beautiful body was now lying between my legs, and she was now lying on her back. Her eyes opened slightly as if drunk but still conscious and having a naughty smile on her face! I got more and more turned on by looking at her. I grabbed the bottle of whisky from under the bed and drank a few sips.

I wanted to get myself a little high to enjoy the heights of pleasure and to gain more confidence. I filled my mouth with the whiskey and poured it on her pussy. I made her pussy all soaked with whiskey. I filled my mouth again with some more sips of whiskey.

I dropped on her bare breasts, making her breasts all soaked with the whiskey. Next, I put the whiskey bottle back in its place as hidden under the bed. I immediately buried my face into her pussy in a very bold manner! She shook her body a little with this sudden entry but got settled.

My tongue was darting deeply inside the folds of her pussy which was fully soaked with whiskey. My tongue got really busy doing its magic by lapping and stroking her clit. I was drilling inside her pussy and sucking and nibbling her clitoris every after a few seconds.

Literally, she was holding my head with intensity due to the violent strokes of my tongue. And my throbbing tongue was being deeply buried in her pussy, eating her vigorously. Soon, she was releasing her juices. My tongue started tasting her warm juices mixed with the whiskey flavour.

The tip of my tongue was exerting fire in her. I was stroking her clitoris from time to time. I was enjoying her juices oozing out of her pussy. Indeed, I ate her pussy for good ten minutes and made her exhausted. She reached her orgasms one after another and enjoyed multiple orgasms.

I did not stop. I wanted to eat her pussy to dry by sucking the very last drop of her juices. My hungry mouth was in desire to suck her pussy juices as much as I could. Her pussy juices were thick and salty. I was really enjoying that flavour mixed with the whiskey!

She was now a little alert and understood the scenario. But she did not say a word, rather enjoying. After eating her pussy until it got all dried with her juices sucked, I moved my face. My chin and my lips were all soaked with her juices. I started licking her belly.

I rolled my tongue on her thighs, her shapely legs, and her sexy feet. Then suddenly dropped myself on top of her. First, I sucked her breasts soaked with whiskey. Her perky nipples were in my mouth, and I was getting more and more wild.

I sucked her breasts well, perhaps more than anyone has ever sucked. She had never been fucked by a woman. But now she was realizing how passionate it could be. Then suddenly, I dropped myself by lying on top of her by grabbing her in my arms around.

My moist pussy was accurately resting on her pussy as grinding against each other. My perky breasts were crushing against hers. I wanted to fuck her badly and wildly. Next, my mouth was on her mouth, sucking her juicy lips. On and off, my tongue was sucking her tongue and vice versa.

I was drilling my tongue into her mouth and letting her suck it. Then sucked her tongue as if a dick in my mouth. My lower body was exerting pressure on her as our pussies were tightly grinding against each other. Soon our juices started flowing as the grinding of our pussies against each other was lighting fire in us.

The mixture of our juices caused due to the rubbing of our pussies was giving a very pleasurable feeling. It was making us more and more horny. I literally made her cum countless times. I reached to several orgasms myself. Indeed, I fucked her real good for long until we got exhausted.

Then I got off from her by lying next to her. We both were exhausted and running out of breath. She opened her eyes by recovering from her drunk mind and said, “Oh my gosh! You are something!” She kissed me on my lips.

Obviously, she must have enjoyed the intensity of orgasms she had with this new experience. She had never tried it so far. We remained in bed for some time and caught up some breaths. I was sharing my lesbian experiences with her, which was making her excited.

Then, she shared her stories about her college dorm and how she used to watch her lesbian roommate having sex with the girls. I was getting turned on by listening to her stories as she was a voyeur. We both got excited and turned on by listening to each other.

We fucked each other again for some more rounds. And this time, she ate my pussy for the very first time and made me cum few more orgasms. It was about to hit the evening time. We were glad that we explored each other and had a very good time together. No doubt we have become very intimate buddies now.

Then I departed, but before departing I discreetly put that whiskey bottle back to its place in the bar. At night in my bed, I was getting all wet just thinking about her and the way I fucked her. Uncontrollably my hands reached out to my pussy, and I ended up masturbating myself.

The next day in the afternoon, I got a text message from her to join her to go to that same gym together. I gladly accepted, and I went to her place. Then, later we drove to the gym in her car. In the gym, after having some workout and cardio, we hit the sauna, jacuzzi, and then the showers.

Since it was a very quiet afternoon in the gym, I took advantage of the jacuzzi. At one point, when she had extended one leg inside the jacuzzi, I immediately grabbed both legs and put them on my shoulders. Both her legs and thighs were resting on my shoulders.

I put one leg right between her thighs under the water and started touching her pussy. She gave me a naughty smile, and I continued working on her pussy by rubbing it with my toes. I could tell I was making her turn on and making her cum inside the jacuzzi.

I could not stop myself without sucking her wet toes in my mouth. And then, in a few minutes, I gave her a thrilling orgasm right in the jacuzzi!

Based on our intimacy and good chemistry, we became very close to each other. We enjoy sex on and off as she texts me whenever she has privacy. I hope this will continue for long as I find a good friend as well.

My manager Shweta mailed me a document for a special purpose she didn’t disclose. She informed me about a guest, an Irish man, an old professor, Ron. He was visiting a nearby university. He will stay in our hotel tomorrow and for the next 3 days.

Later, she came to my desk and explained to me the task in the meeting room alone. She chose me as I am young and beautiful. She explained to me how to perform intimate massages and much more in detail, also about the liking of the Professor, our roles etc.

I was quite nervous as it was my first time in the presence of Shweta. When done with intimate massages, I have done it very safely.

Shweta was a smart, beautiful woman in her late 40s with a curvy figure of 38D-32-38. She was married and had two adult kids.

And I am Neelam. I am a newly joined trainee at 26 years old with a 32B-28-34 figure size. Shweta mam was strict and often assigned me some work-related tasks, but this was a little intimate.

Generally, Shweta rarely calls for such sessions because of the hotel’s reputation. But for a few high-profile clients and good money, we don’t deny it.

I knocked at his room door. My duty was over, and he opened the door. He was an old, round, fat man with a big white beard. He was talking on the phone and holding a wine glass in his hand.

He was standing in a white towel robe. He disconnected the phone and got on the side. “Hello, Miss!” He said politely as I entered the room and I greeted him. He closed the door and hugged me. He was smelling great.

“You look like a lovely young lady. Where is Shweta?”

“She’ll be here in 5 minutes,” I said.

He kept his hand on my waist. Before proceeding, he asked me the rules, ‘dos and don’ts,’ which I am comfortable with. Shweta already had explained to me. Same I explained to him and he agreed.

Soon, Shweta came, and she locked the door. I opened the flexible massage table stand on all four legs and put a towel on it for Ron’s comfort.

Before he was about to take off his robe, he asked, “Shweta, can I see you and Neelam in my favourite outfit.”

“Yeah, sure, I am wearing it underneath.” she smiled.

“Then you should show me.” He said.

Shweta handed me a packet and asked me to change it in the bathroom. I went inside the bathroom and opened the packet. It was a sexy, tiny maid costume. It was a big surprise for me.

I removed my dress and wore it. I didn’t expect to look like that, but it was a hot slutty outfit. As I entered the room, Shweta was already standing in heels and the same outfit. Her official dress was off. Ron was holding her in his arms.

She was looking totally sexy whore with her big hips exposed in a tiny black thong panty. I never thought her hips would be so massive. Shweta and Professor looked at me, and he got excited.

“Aaah.. what a young, sexy maid. Come here, sweetie.”

I went close to him, and he kissed my hand.

“I am very lucky today.” Saying that he kissed Shweta and my shoulder.

Shweta opened Ron’s robe and rubbed his nude belly and chest.

“Let’s start the massage, naughty professor.”

Ron was a gentleman, and he lay face down on the table. Shweta began to massage his back and neck with oil and I did his feet. Shweta massaged his ass, and he moaned as she spanked her oily huge bum.

Her spanks were hard, and noise filled the room. She spanked him more than 10 times.

“Naughty professor, here is your reward.” Like an evil BDSM mistress, she made his ass cheek red.

“Alright, turn.”

As he turned, we can see his hard thick penis. It was fully erect with glowing with precum.

“Ooh, someone is enjoying our hands deeply.”

“Hu hu, oh yeah, can’t wait to feel your hands on the front side.”

Saying that Ron’s hand squeezed Shweta’s ass and moved more inside the buttcrack. Shweta was rubbing his huge chest.

“Feels like you are too wet and need my tongue,” Ron murmured.

“Yeah, but not before teasing your hard-on.”

I came up and started massaging his chest, and his nipples were quite erect. His big hands were hovering all over my ass and thighs. His eyes were semiclosed, and he was enjoying pleasure.

“You are too hard. Let’s shift some pleasure down here.”

It was the main part I needed to learn as I needed to repeat the same later. She took her balls in her right hand and cock in her left with her fingers tightly wrapped around it.

“Oh girl…aahh, your strong fingers feel great there.” Ron shivered as Shweta held her cock.

She was squeezing his shaft and massaging gently up and down right up to the cock head, pulling and pushing it while cupping and squeezing his balls.

“Oh, Shweta, you drive me crazy.” Ron moaned.

“Honey, Come sit on my face. I can’t wait.”

She left his cock and went near his face, “You naughty professor, Come smell my cunt.”

He moved his head slowly near her cunt, and his nose was there.

“How’s the smell?” Shweta teased.

“Amazing, would love to lick your juices,” Ron said.

“I am not finished playing with your cock yet. So you better smell my pussy.”

She pulled her thong down, and he stared at her spread thighs and showed him the hairy pussy. I saw her wet juices spot in the middle of her panty. She put her panties on the Professor’s nose, and it covered his entire face.

“Close your eyes and keep smelling it,” she ordered.

She returned and held her cock head tightly and circled it in her fist.

“Well, Professor, you are a little perv, so I got a punishment for you.”

She held her shaft tight, gave some tapping of fingers on his big tight cockhead a few times and then she hit a few slaps on the cockhead for like 5 minutes. Every time she did that, he shivered, and intensity increased.

Sometimes slapping it from the front cockhead and sometimes from the back cockhead. She was harsh and rough. Then she took a small metal rod that was on the table. It had round groves on the entire length and head. She lubed it well.

She inserted it in the middle of the erect cock and slowly and gently inserted it into his cock opening. He shivered as it went midway, and soon, the rod disappeared there. She pressed and cupped his balls while it was inside. She did it up and down, and he shivered more with moaning.

“So you want to feel me against your face.” Shweta teased him.

“Huh.”

“Ok, Neelam, you take care of his cock.”

I held his cock tightly and pressed it more, and Ron shivered. Shweta placed the metal rod back on the table.

“Listen, Ron. I need a good fucking licking, understood?” Shweta orders like some BDSM mistress.

“Yes, mistress, hop on”

She swings her leg on Ron’s face and gets it between her meaty cunt and commanding thighs.

Now I can see only her big ass and Ron’s face hidden the other way. When she did “uff”, I understood that Ron’s tongue pierced her pussy.

“Yeah, suck my fucking clit” Shweta yelled.

I was also super wet.

“Yeah, slurp every drop. Yes, like that. Hmmm,” Shweta moaned heavily.

Ron squeezed her ass harder in his hands. I held Ron’s cock and slapped her head, and tightly shook his cockhead to make him cum. His precum was everywhere my fingers were also wet.

“Yeah….go on, fucking lick it with the nasty tongue,” she hissed.

She was savagely fucking his face, suffocating him while staring deep in his eyes. Grasping his shaft firmly, I pumped it up and down my cock, and Shweta continued to straddle his face.

“Yeah, eat my slutty pussy.”

Those nasty chats were making me more horny. Now she was shaking her ass more, buckling her hips, and she moaned.

“Oh, god, yes, professor..yes, I’m going to cum.”

I understood she cummed in his mouth.

Shweta sighed, relaxing from her orgasm. I kept jerking him, and he shivered with the first spurt of his cum blasted, shot high and down on his belly and thighs. Soon, it was oozing and much got stuck on my hand.

I rubbed it gently on his balls and shaft. Shweta was still sitting on his face and watching it with her face turned to cock. She got up from his face and asked me to wipe my hands cum on his balls.

“Professor, Are you done?” Shweta giggled while asking.

He couldn’t speak with Shweta’s pussy in his mouth. She giggled more.

“Poor man.”

I was staring at his cock closely as it ceased to leak cum.

Slowly the erectness subsided, but his cockhead became big and really sensitive. Shweta me to touch the cock head with an encircled finger.

He shivered and moaned again.

“Yeah, my naughty professor, you aren’t free still.” She laughed.

I cupped his balls to comfort him more.

Shweta got down from his face, and he was lying silent. She slapped his cock head a few times, and he shivered on every slap. He felt bad for him. She asked me to change and leave the dress in the bathroom and leave the room. I did the same.

I changed immediately and took the massage table and left the room in a hurry. In between, Ron thanked me. He was shifted onto the bed and lying nude. Shweta was talking to him and saw her rubbing his chest.

Shweta never discussed that incident again. If you like my story, do mail me reviews, your incidents, etc, at [email protected].

Hi, I am Anand. I am 22 years old, and I am a tall black color boy. I have a 6-inch big black dick. About my mother: She is 40 years old, a little fat, and has big boobs and a huge ass. She has a very good body structure.

Let’s get into the story. In our family, my mother, I, and my father, only three members are there. But I lost my father when I was 18 years old because of health issues. So, my mom and I are only two of the three in the family.

One day I went to college, but I returned home back in 1 hour because of the strike of the people on the roads. My mom did not know about it and I also did not tell her.

I went home and opened the window to take the key because my mother used to go to work at the same time. But I saw that my mother was nude and sucking the cock of the grocery shop owner! I was shocked and got angry to see it. I went out and returned home after 5 pm.

Mom: How was your day?

I didn’t reply to any of her questions, went to my room, and closed my door.

Mom: Why are you so angry? Is there any issue with you, my boy?

I said nothing. Then she called me to have tea and snacks. She called me and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I came down to have tea and snacks. Then I saw my mom was washing the plates.

Before that incident, I never had a bad thought about my mom. But after this, I really had bad thoughts and started to admire her body. While she was washing the plates, I was watching her ass and boobs shaking, especially I love her big ass. It looked awesome to me.

After eating dinner, I went to my room and started masturbating thinking of my mom. Now, I wanted to fuck her. I cummed and I slept at night. The next day I planned to fuck her, so I was not going to college.

She asked me: Why are you not going to college?

I said: It is a holiday for my department.

In the morning, I ate my breakfast, and I was sitting on the sofa, watching my slut mom doing work. She also told me that she would not go to work today.

After some time, I called her and told her to sit next to me on the sofa. She did what I said to her. I was wearing my shorts without any innerwear and no t-shirt because I used to be like this at my home. Me and my mom were talking about some past things and we were laughing. Then I got in the full mood of watching her boobs. I removed my shorts and my penis was fully erect. She was shocked and asked me.

Mom: What are you doing now?

Me: I want to fuck you, mom.

Mom: What? I am your mother!

Me: So, what?

My mom said: No, it’s wrong and this should not be done.

Then I said: I saw you were giving a blowjob to the grocery shop owner yesterday.

She became shocked and started to blabber.

I then said to her: Don’t act like you did nothing.

Then I made her hold my cock in her hands and started to press her boobs. She was responding and started to moan a little. Then I started to kiss her on her lips gently. She was also a good kisser. I told her to remove her dress. She did and became fully nude.

She was really not looking like 40 years old. Her body was white and she was looking hot.

Then she asked me: I am a 40-year-old lady. Are you ok with it?

I said: I am fully ok and I love to fuck old ladies (she laughed at me).

Then she knelt and started to give me a blowjob. When she took my cock in her mouth, it was very nice feeling and I started to moan.

She then said: Son, you have a very large and very hard cock. Since your father died, I am waiting for this type of cock to fuck me.

I asked: Do you like it?

She said: Yes, I like it very much. I love it.

We both then went to the bedroom and I pushed her to bed.

I asked her: I love to do hardcore fuck. It may hurt. Is that ok with you?

She smiled and told me: Yes, it’s ok. Now, don’t waste time. Come, fuck and tear my holes.

I went to bed, spat on her face, held her hair, and slapped her face hard.

I slapped her and said: You slut lady.

She was shouting in pain and enjoying it. Her face became red. Then I spat some saliva in her pussy and started to eat her pussy. It was very wet. I even slapped her pussy. She jumped on bed when I did it.

At last, I started to slap and fuck her ass at the same time. She was moaning very loudly, “Ahhh ahhh..” Soon I cummed in her mouth and she drank it. We both slept nude in the same bed.

After some time, we both woke up and started to do our second season. We were enjoying the day.

I laid on the bed, and she sat on me and got fucked. Now we both were hungry. She went to the kitchen nude and started to prepare food. I again started to fuck her in the kitchen also. Then we both ate the food.

I fucked her on the dining table and released my cum in her mouth. She loved to eat my cum without any hesitation. I loved her ass more than anything. I slapped on her ass very hard and loved to hear her moaning sound. It was very nice. She was also enjoying it. Sometimes, she also slapped on my ass. I liked her asshole, and while fucking her mouth, I pissed in her mouth, and she even drank it. Then I said sorry for this.

She said: It’s ok, we had a great time together.

After this incident, I fuck and satisfy her regularly. I fuck her many times a day, and on weekends we both remain nude at home.

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 hai ki chut ka paani pilane ke baad maine Bhima se apni gaand chatwayi. Jis tareeke se usne meri gaand chaati, aur gaand ke chhed ko choosa, mujhe jannat mein pahuncha diya. Fir maine usko apne boobs chaatne ke liye kaha. Ab aage badhte hai.

Ab main Bhima ke saamne bilkul nangi bed par leti hui thi. Mere gore-gore bade nipples waale raseele boobs dekh kar uski aankhon mein hawas ka samundar behne lag gaya tha. Mujhe nangi karne ke baad woh dobara mere upar aaya, aur mere boobs ki taraf uske hath badhe.

Usne mere dono boobs par apne dono hath rakhe, aur boobs ko masalne lag gaya. Fir usne apna muh mere ek nipple ko lagaya, aur dudh ke liye jo bachha bhookha hota hai uski tarah choosne laga. Doosre hath se woh mere doosre boob ko lagataar masal raha tha. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha.

Woh apne muh mein mere nipple ko zor se door tak kheenchta, aur fir chhodh deta. Isme badi madhur si awaaz aati, aur ajeeb sa maza bhi mil raha tha. Kuch der aisa hi chalta raha. Neeche se uska khada hua lund kapdon ke andar se meri chut par takra raha tha.

Uske lund ko mehsoos karke meri chut paani-paani hue jaa rahi thi.

Fir maine usse kaha: Bhima, mujhe apne muh ki bhi safayi karwani hai.

Bhima ye sun kar thoda confuse ho gaya. Fir woh mujhe bola-

Bhima: Madam, woh kaise hogi?

Main: Ruko main batati hu tumhe, pehle mere upar se peeche hato.

Fir Bhima mere upar se hatt gaya, aur bed se neeche utar kar khada ho gaya. Ab woh bed ke paas khada tha. Fir main uthi, aur taange neeche zameen par karke bed par hi baithi rahi. Main ab baithi thi, aur Bhima mere paas khada tha. Uska khada hua lund mujhe uske kapdon ke andar se dikh raha tha.

Fir maine hath aage badhaya, aur uske lund ko uske kapdon se azaad karke baahar nikaal liya. Uska lund kisi saamp ki tarah fanfana raha tha. Uske lund se maine apni nazrein hatayi, aur uske chehre ki taraf dekhte hue boli-

Main: Muh saaf karne ke liye daatun ki zaroorat hoti hai. Aur ye daatun to kaafi badi aur tikau lag rahi hai. Ye mere muh ko ache se saaf kar degi.

Ye bolte hi maine apne hath mein uska lund pakda, aur apni jeebh us par firane lagi. Ab main bade pyar se uske poore lund par upar se neeche, neeche se upar jeebh fer rahi thi. Isse Bhima ko maza aa raha tha, aur woh halki awaaz mein ahh ahh bhi kar raha tha.

Fir maine apna muh khola, aur lund ko dheere-dheere muh mein lene lagi. Waise uska lund kaafi bada tha, aur itne bade lund ko muh mein lena mushkil hota hai. Lekin main itne saare aur bade se bade lund choos chuki hu, ki uske lund ko araam se muh mein leke choosne lag gayi.

Main dheere-dheere uska lund choosne ki speed badhane lagi. Woh bhi kamar hila kar apne lund ko mere muh mein aage-peeche karne laga. Fir usne mere baal pakad liye, aur zor-zor se mere muh ko chodne laga. Woh mujhe beech-beech mein choke bhi karta, jisme mujhe bahut maza aata.

Ab mujhe usse chudna tha. To main uska lund muh se baahar nikaal kar khadi ho gayi, aur usko bed par dhakka de kar lita liya. Fir main uske upar aayi, aur uske lund ko hath mein liya. Doston kisi mard ka bada lund aurat ke liye anmol hota hai.

Maine uske lund ko apni chut par set kiya. Fir ek hi jhatke mein poora lund andar lete hue uske upar baith gayi. Poora lund ek hi baar mein chut mein lene se jo dard hota hai, woh mujhe bahut pasand hai. Isme meri aur uski dono ki ahh nikal gayi.

Fir maine apne hath uski chaudi chaati par rakhe, aur apni gaand ko upar-neeche karke uske lund se apni chut chudwani shuru ki. Main apni gaand ko poora upar karti, jab tak lund chut ke muh tak naa aa jaye, aur fir zor se neeche maarti. Isse ek to awaaz badi madhur nikalti hai jisse josh aur badh jata hai.

Aur is tarah karne se lund seedhe aurat ki bachhe-dani ki deewar par lagta hai, jisme bahut maza aata hai. Ab main full speed se uske lund par kood kar apni chut chudwa rahi thi. Mere hath mere baalon mein the. Mere mote-mote boobs hawa mein uchal kar Bhima ko ek manmohak drishya de rahe the.

Bhima beech-beech mein mere boobs par thappad maarta, aur kabhi mere boobs ke nipples ko masal deta. Kabhi woh mujhe mere boobs se pakad kar apni taraf kheenchta. Mere hontho se apne honth mila kar, mere hontho ka rass peene lagta. Hum dono hi charamsukh praapt kar rahe the.

Takreeban 15-minute main aise hi uske lund par uchalti rahi. Lekin uska lund abhi jhadne ke bilkul mood mein nahi tha. Fir maine usko mere upar aane ko kaha, aur uske upar se hatt kar uski side mein let gayi. Bhima jaldi se mere upar aaya, aur meri dono taango ko apne kandho par rakh liya.

Uske baad usne apne lund ko meri chut par set kiya, aur fach se ek hi baar mein poora ghusa diya. Ahhh! Mujhe isme bahut maza aaya. Ab woh tabad-tod speed se meri chut ko apne tagde lund se chodne laga. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha, aur main zor-zor se maze se bhari siskariyan le rahi thi.

Chut ke paani ki wajah se chap-chap, jaanghon aur chootadon ke takraane ki wajah se thap-thap, aur bed ke hilne ki wajah se choo-choo ki awaaze mahaul ko aur garam bana rahi thi. Takreeban aadhe ghante tak woh tagde lund wala sher meri chut ka shikaar karta raha.

Fir usne ahh ahh karna shuru kar diya. Main samajh gayi thi ki uska nikalne wala tha. Dil to bahut tha ki uske maal ko apni chut ki gehraiyon mein lelu, lekin main risk nahi le sakti thi.

Maine usko apne upar se hataya, aur uske lund ko apne muh mein leke zabardast blowjob dene lagi. Kuch hi minto mein uska lund foolne laga, aur maine uska saara maal apne face aur boobs par le liya.

Iske aage kya hua, 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.

Hello, dear readers. Thank you for your response or feedback on my previous story, ‘My Dream Girl Renuka.’ Now, I’m writing my another experience with my neighbour’s widow also.  But guys, please don’t ask pics or anything for validation or any reason. Please respect the privacy.

I am Shashank, a 22-year-old young man whose heart beats for a woman named Samyukta. My feelings for Samyukta were deeper than friendship. She was 33, beautiful, graceful, and weighed down by her husband’s demise. He had passed away after being struck by lightning on his way home from work.

She was truly captivating, her beauty reminiscent of the South Indian actress Tamannah. Her graceful curves and elegant silhouette radiated a sense of femininity that was simply mesmerizing. Her luminous skin and expressive features further accentuated her striking allure.

Long, flowing hair that gently framed her face and drew attention to her enchanting eyes. She was the perfect blend of charm and sophistication, especially when adorned in beautiful traditional sarees. Every time I saw her, I was struck by how lucky anyone who got to be with her must feel.

My thoughts often wandered off into daydreams about her. I indulged in fantasies that made my heart race.  Samyukta was not just a widow. She was a devoted mother to her 14-year-old daughter, Manisha.

As the days passed, my infatuation grew stronger. With each glance I shared with Samyukta feeling charged with unspoken words and unexpressed desires. But how could I, a daring young man, introduce romance into this story? Every plan I devised to get closer to her seemed to vanish into thin air.

Then, just two days before Samyukta’s birthday, inspiration struck me. I recalled how much she missed happiness. Birthdays made her reminiscent of happier times with her late husband. If I could make this birthday unforgettable, perhaps I could open the door to her heart.

With determination, I decided that I would not only wish her a happy birthday, I would woo her. My plan involved a subtle blend of romance and surprise. I decided to buy her a stunning saree—a bright red and gold that I imagined would accentuate her beauty perfectly.

I thought of how her eyes would light up when she saw it, picturing her gratitude mixed with a hint of intrigue. On the morning of her birthday, I presented it to her, my heart racing. Later that day, at the birthday celebration, I made my move.

I told Manisha that I and her mother needed to step out for a while, making sure to keep our little adventure a secret. With a charming smile, I assured her I’d take good care of her mother and we will be back soon.  What followed was a long drive, laughter in the air as we shared stories light-hearted and profound.

We arrived at a secluded hotel decorated with romantic, honeymoon-style decorations. My heart pounded with expectation. I had planned every detail meticulously, wanting everything to be perfect for Samyukta. “Trust me,” I said & handed her a cloth to tie around her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment. But my reassuring smile encouraged her to comply. As I guided her through the entrance, excitement bubbled inside. Once we reached the centre of the room, I gently removed the cloth from her eyes.

The look on Samyukta’s face was everything I had hoped for—surprise mixed with awe. The dim lights, beautiful decorations, and soft music created a magical atmosphere. As the surprise sank in, I felt hopeful that this moment would spark something deeper.

Timidly, stepped closer, feeling the tension rise. I began to speak sweetly to her, praising her beauty and strength. Yet, I sensed her hesitation, her body language shouting caution as she took a small step back.

“I know you’ve gone through so much,” I said softly, “and I can only imagine the pain you’ve felt. But just for this moment, can we forget about the past?”

As the distance between us closed, I leaned in, still my heart racing. I brushed my lips against her neck, my touch eliciting a gasp from her lips. She was torn—her heart wary but her body betraying her intrigue. Her resistance waned as I tenderly kissed her, whispering sweet words that echoed in the still room.

She gasped and said, “Oh dear, what have you done? I am a good woman.” I replied, “I couldn’t help it. I can’t walk away from you. Why are you holding onto your values for that foolish drunk who ruined everything for you?”

At that moment, under the shimmering lights and vibrant décor, time felt suspended. I realized that love could be a powerful force, one that could heal wounds and ignite passion even in the most unexpected circumstances.

As Samyukta gave in to the embrace, I found a connection that was both exhilarating and bittersweet. As time went on, Samyukta’s saree slipped a bit, making her look even more beautiful. I gently pressed her against the wall, holding her hands with one hand while my other arm wrapped around her waist.

She struggled to break free, but there was an undeniable connection between us. I could feel the desire between us growing stronger. I pressed my lips softly against Samyukta’s. Her lips craved mine, and soon, she couldn’t resist kissing me back. We were both caught up in this beautiful moment together.

As we kissed, Samyukta’s hand gently moved down to my pants, and she started to touch me. In return, I couldn’t help but caress her soft curves through her blouse. Our kisses deepened, and we shared our warmth and sweetness.

Samyukta was still shedding tears, but they were tears of joy. I leaned closer and kissed her softly, exploring with my tongue. She protested playfully.

Samyukta: No, Shashank, this isn’t right… Ah!

Me: What’s wrong, Bhabhi? Aren’t you enjoying this?

Samyukta: Oh, I am having fun. But please, call me by my name.

Me: Of course, Samyukta ji.

Samyukta: Just Samyukta.

Me: Okay.

I turned to my darling neighbour and gently opened her blouse, planting soft kisses on her back. She seemed thrilled and excited. As I brushed against her, my heart raced. I held her close, feeling her warmth, while she playfully pressed back against me.

Her excitement was palpable, and I felt drawn to her. I lovingly removed her blouse, noticing how she trembled with every touch. We shared a beautiful moment, lost in each other. I carefully took off her saree, creating a sense of intimacy between us.

My beautiful neighbour was standing there before me, completely bare. At that moment, a rush of desire coursed through me, whispering thoughts that were quite bold. Yet, as I gazed upon her exquisite, innocent face, a wave of compassion washed over me.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her vulnerability at that moment. It was a mix of longing and tenderness that made me pause. I considered both the attraction and the emotions at play.

Samyukta sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a playful glint in her eyes. She reached over, took hold of my pants, and gently pulled me closer to her.

With delicate fingers, she began to work on the buttons of my shirt, slowly and teasingly unveiling the skin beneath. She kissed her way down my chest. Her lips felt warm and soft against me, igniting a spark of passion. It was as if she hungered for me, savouring every moment.

With a loving gaze, she finally slid my pants off and saw my big cock. As she caught sight of my excitement, her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, “Oh my, what is this?! It’s so much bigger than Viraj!” I smiled and responded softly, “Yes, it is.”

Her gaze lingered as she replied, “I really like it; it’s so impressively large.” I comforted her with gentle reassurance, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s just right—there’s nothing to fear; it will fit perfectly.”

As I spoke, I gently lifted her and kissed her, my fingers tangling in her hair. She was still a little shy, but I couldn’t hold back. With a soft push, she fell onto the bed. I climbed over her, and together, we explored each other’s warmth with our tongues.

In a moment of passion, I found myself intimately connected with my widow neighbour, my heart racing as I teased her with the gentle touches of my manhood. Her body trembled with anticipation, her legs quivering as she begged for release.

“Please, Samyukta I whispered. “Just a moment longer. Can you bear it?” She let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowed with desire. “I’ve waited for a whole year, my dear. I can’t wait any longer!”

Her plea was impossible to resist, and I gave in to the moment, losing myself in the warmth and wetness of her embrace.

I gently lifted both of her legs and pulled her close to me. I then attempted to enter her with delicate care, but Samyukta whispered, “Please go slow. I can’t handle this much so big.”

I reassured her by saying, “I’ll try my best, but it’s hard to control as it glides over your smoothness.” Frustrated, she took charge and said, “Stop, give it to me. I’ll take it in myself.”

In a shy manner, she gently took hold of my manhood with her tender hands. She then delicately spit on her other hand and applied the moisture to the tip of my shaft. With a seductive glance, she glided my manhood along her silken womanhood.

Grasping it firmly, she guided it inside her warm and inviting entrance.

Samyukta: Please, a little more pressure would be nice.

Me: Of course.

Slowly and gently, I began to unite our bodies, with the tip of my manhood entering her sacred space. She let out a soft sigh as she released her hold on me.

“Samyukta, the time has come. Let us not wait any longer. I can no longer resist this desire.” I moved with caution, allowing her to adjust to my presence, but then, with a surge of passion, I filled her.

Samyukta: Oh my! What happened? Please remove it. Ah!

Me: Give it a moment. It’s only just entered.

Samyukta: No, no, it’s causing me discomfort. It feels like it’s getting stuck inside me.

Me: Just bear with it for a little while longer, my love.

Samyukta: What am I doing? Having intimate relations with my hot neighbour!

Me: Let go of all these thoughts and focus on the moment we’re sharing.

I began to make love to my beautiful neighbour passionately. Her embrace was incredibly tight, causing my heart to get stuck in her affection again and again. She then requested me to spit, and I obliged. I spit on my heart, stuck in her embrace, and continued to make love to her.

Samyukta: Ohh ohh, please pull back (sigh), I can’t bear it anymore.

Me: Quiet, someone might hear us!

Samyukta: Oh, it hurts so much.

Me: Is it causing me a lot of discomfort? Should I pull back?

Samyukta: No, just take it slow.

She kept screaming, and I kept fucking her. Now she started pushing me again and again with her hands so that the cock did not go inside completely. I was not enjoying it. I removed both her legs from my shoulders and kept them aside, pressed the legs with one hand, and held her hand with the other.

In between, I pressed her nipples as well, due to which she was getting hotter. This process went on for about 30 minutes.

Me: I’ll love you even more passionately.

Samyukta: No, (said with more intensity) if you increase the pace of your affection, oh! I might just lose myself in the moment.

Hearts were racing as we found ourselves lost in the heat of the moment. She, with her beauty in full bloom, and I, drawn in by her allure. With a delicate touch, she began to explore her own body, igniting a spark within both of us.

Enticed by the sight, I moved closer and gently guided her leg, taking hold of her hand as well. With tender care, I caressed her, my touch sending shivers down her spine. And with a passion that took our breath away, I loved her fully, our hearts beating as one.

She bit her lip, slowly parting her legs. I carefully positioned myself on top of her, making love with a passion. Occasionally, she would signal for me to pause, but her eyes pleaded for me to continue, to bring her ultimate pleasure.

I poured all my strength into every thrust, and her body responded in kind. Her legs trembled, and she whispered her desire into my eyes.

Samyukta: Please, don’t stop. I promise you, keep going. Show me pure bliss today. I have been yearning for so long. Sate my desires, oh, love me deeply.

My neighbour Bhabhi reached the pinnacle of joy. Her body tensed up. Her breath hitched. At first, I was afraid, but I continued. I made love to her with a fierce passion. Soon, she began to feel thrilled and let go of my hands, gripping the bedsheets instead.

I gently caressed her breasts, and at that moment, she let out a passionate scream and tossed her head around in pleasure. She attempted to reach down between her legs, but I prevented her from doing so.

Suddenly, she let out a passionate sigh and was lost in a moment of pure bliss. Gradually, she returned to reality and wrapped her arms around me. I paused, and she guided me to lay on top of her. She then pressed her lips against mine in a tender kiss.

Samyukta: Today, you have brought me an overwhelming joy that I have never experienced before. I am deeply grateful to you.

Me: You don’t have to do anything extra. Your company is more than enough for me. I am so drawn to you, and I can’t get enough.

Samyukta: I am here for you, completely and utterly. You have my heart and I trust you with it. Do with it as you will.

Me: Thank you, I appreciate that. At that moment, I also reached my peak of pleasure.

Samyukta: You don’t have to worry about me leaving. I am here for you, and I welcome your love and affection.

Me: If I set aside my worries, can I rely on you to take the lead?

Samyukta: Yes, please feel free to let go of your inhibitions and trust me to guide us. It’s essential to be fully present and supportive in intimate moments until the end.

Me: I understand and do my best to follow your lead.

Samyukta: There’s nothing to worry about in that department. My menstrual cycle just ended a few days ago, so we’re in the clear for this month. Please feel free to express yourself without any concerns.

Me: Thank you for assuring me. I’ll try to relax and enjoy the moment with you.

In a passionate daze, I couldn’t get enough of her as we intimately connected. She never once pulled away from our deep kisses, sometimes initiating them by tenderly exploring my mouth with her tongue.

Her touch was electrifying as she held my hand while gently caressing her breasts. My arousal grew even stronger. I began making love to her with fervour, causing our bodies to make soft sounds as I thrust into her with all my might.

Me: Oh, the moment is almost here!

Samyukta: Take it easy, love. Just breathe.

Me: There we go, sweetheart. Just take your time.

Samyukta: I can’t take it anymore! Let it go now.

Me: Yes…yes…done.

Samyukta: Ah, it’s finally out.

Me: Did you like it?

Samyukta: Yes, I wish I could be with you every day.

Me: Just give me a call whenever you can.

Samyukta: Of course, and you can come to me anytime you like. Just remember me.

Me: I will.

We both got dressed and left for home.

I hope you will all like my story. If you like it, do reply to me, and feel free to contact me at [email protected].

Hi all,

This is the story of a chat friend who doesn’t want to share their email ID. I’m Madhusudhan, 40 male from Bangalore. For any comments regarding the story, any woman/couple in any relationship can reach me at [email protected].

The story will be in the words of Dinesh going forward.

Hi friends, I am Dinesh, aged 33 working in the IT sector in Chennai. My wife is Kanishka, and she is 28. We have been happily married for the last 7 years. We have one kid at the age of 6. Our sex life was going great when we got married.

As you know, due to parental pressures, my wife conceived after 3 months of our marriage. Due to some medical reasons, we had to stop our sex till my wife delivered the baby. During that time, whenever I got horny, Kanishka used to give me a nice blowjob, though she didn’t drink my cum.

But the frequency of that also reduced once her belly started becoming bigger. I also used to lick her pussy and sometimes tried fingering too. After the delivery, again my wife got busy taking care of the kid. Our son doesn’t sleep much at night. So she takes care of him at night and is in a sleepy state during day time.

I also couldn’t force her for sex, though both of us needed it. But we somehow managed to do it once or twice a week. Months went by like this with nothing much happening between us. Once my son was 3 years old, that’s when we started finding time and rekindled our lost sex relationship.

He started going to school also. So we would fuck madly during 9 to 10 am and a few days again in the night also. Now our son is 6 years old. During April/May 2024, we asked Kanishka’s parents to come to take care of our kid so that we could go for a week-long trip.

The incident which I’m going to tell about happened a couple of months ago when we were on our 2nd honeymoon in Coorg. We reached Coorg on a Wednesday morning and checked in to the resort that we had booked. It’s an average resort with 6 huts and 2 rooms in each hut.

The rooms were pretty big for a couple and it had an attached bathroom. The moment the room boy kept all the luggage, we closed the room. Kanishka jumped onto me and started to kiss me. I said I wanted to refresh first, but she was in no mood to do it.

She started to remove my shirt buttons one by one, but it was getting difficult. So she ripped open the shirt, and some of the buttons fell on the floor. She placed her lips on my nipples and started to lick, kiss and bite them. That was my weak spot. I, too, was playing with her ass and boobs at that time.

Then I made her lie on the bed, started to suck her boobs. Kanishka has round-shaped 34D boobs, and her nipples are dark brown. I sucked her nipples one by one and groped them. At times, I even crushed both boobs and sucked both nipples at the same time.

That was making her more horny. She moved her hands down and unhooked my pants. She let her hands inside my pants and held my cock, which was starting to get harder. When Kanishka gets horny, she will go very aggressive, and that’s what happened today. She started to crush my balls and cock.

Though it used to be painful, I was enjoying that too. We rolled over, and now she was on top of me. She kissed (literally biting) me on my lips and lowered the pants down. She removed her top and her jeans. She was sitting next to me with her bra and panties.

I was lying on the bed with my pants lowered to my knees. Now she bent down and touched the tip of my cock with her tongue. She circled the tip of my cock with her tongue and was making me go horny. I kept pressing one of her boobs and playing with her nipple.

Slowly she started to put the top of the cock into her mouth and started to suck it gently. I wish every guy gets a wife/gf like mine who sucks so well. She kept increasing the speed of sucking and also was going deep. Now, more than 5 inches of my 6-inch was inside her mouth.

The room was filled with her slurping sound. Saliva was oozing out of her mouth from one side and fell on the cock, but who looks at decency in sex. After 5 minutes of sucking, she got up and removed her panties. She came on top of me, adjusted my cock and inserted it into her pussy.

My cock was already wet from her sucking, but her pussy was still dry. It was a little painful for her. She spit out some saliva on my belly. I rubbed it with my hands and inserted my hand into her pussy to lubricate it. Now she adjusted again and started to insert her pussy into my cock.

This time, it was not so difficult for my cock to pierce into her pussy. She slowly started to move up and down. When she gets tired after a minute, I will move my hip up and down and fuck her. We fucked like that for 10 minutes, and then I released my cum entirely into her pussy.

Kanishka fell on top of me and kissed me. This time, it was gentle and with love. We cuddled each other for a few minutes and lay in the bed.

“Mmmm. Sarath, I love you. Go deeper, my love. Yeah, my man. That’s it, that’s it. Keep digging harder, tear my pussy apart.”

We looked at each other and realized that the sound was coming from the nearby room. It’s a wooden wall, so we were able to hear the sound easily. Not sure if they heard us screaming during our session and got horny. We smiled and got up from our bed, went naked to the bathroom and took a bath.

We did a few foreplays like fingering, sucking boobs, cock and a lot of kissing. We came out of the bathroom after half an hour and ordered lunch from the reception. In another 15 minutes, the room boy came with a few plates of dishes, which we ordered and some more food as well.

After handing over our food, he went directly to the next door and knocked on it. Out of curiosity, I waited to see the couples. When the door opened, the guy came out and got the food. He looked at me and we both smiled at each other.

Kanishka and I took a small nap in the afternoon after lunch. When we woke up, it was 4:30 p.m. So we ordered tea and waited outside the room. There used to be an umbrella where four or five people could sit. While we were having our tea and snacks, the next door opened, and the couple walked towards us.

“Hi, I’m Sarath.”

I thought, I already know that.

“I’m Dinesh.”

His wife shook hands with my wife. Her name was Divya. They had come from Hyderabad for a vacation. They were also almost the same age as us. We started chatting about our work, family and everything. It was almost 6 pm, and it was starting to get a little cold and dark too.

Sarath: Don’t mind me asking, do you drink Dinesh?

Dinesh: Yes, I do. But there are not many options in the resort. And we needed to go at least 10 km into the town to get something.

We were staying in a resort outside the main town.

Sarath: I also noticed it. Can we go together and buy some stuff while the ladies can relax in the rooms?

Dinesh: Yeah, sure

We went out around 6:30 pm and came back by 8:30 pm. What we saw once we entered the room made us go dumb. What happened in those 2 hours will be explained by Kanishka in her words.

Hi Dears, Kanishka here. Once my hubby and Sarath went out to buy some liquor, me and Divya went to our rooms. After a few minutes, I knocked at Divya’s door. I was feeling bored staying alone in the room and, hence came to talk with her. When 2 girls start to interact, there is no hiding in between.

Divya: Hi Kanishka.

Kanishka: Hi Divya.

Divya: If you don’t mind, can I tell you something?

Kanishka: Yeah, Sure Divya.

Divya: Thanks for everything.

Kanishka: For what? I didn’t do anything to you, right?

Divya: Not to me. But Sarath and I had great sex today after a long time.

Kanishka: Yeah, I know.

Divya: You know? How?

Kanishka: We heard your moans.

Divya: Oh, I feel embarrassed now.

Kanishka: Don’t be. But why are you saying thanks to me for that?

Divya: We, too, heard your moans, and that’s what woke up the fire in my hubby. Our sex life has been very normal for the last few years. My hubby would come, suck my boobs for 2 minutes, finger me and directly insert. Everything will get over in a max 10-15 minutes. But today, when he heard your moans, I saw a difference in him.

Kanishka: Oh, good. I hope he continues it even when he is not hearing any moans because we won’t be with you always. Haha!

Divya: Yeah, that’s what I’m also worried about. (She started sobbing a little)

Kanishka: Why are you crying, Divya?

Divya: No, dear. You don’t know how much I suffered without sex in the last few years. I didn’t want to go out with another man either. I thought my life would be over like this, and I would also end up living like many women out there.

Kanishka: That’s ok. Now that it has started again, I hope everything will become better.

To console her, I hugged her slightly. She hugged me, too. Her head was on my left shoulder. Her hands were now on my hips. Her hot breath was flowing on my neck and some parts of my shoulders, which made me go horny. I felt some fire burning up between us.

I started to grope my hips harder, and she slightly kept her lips on my shoulder. It felt completely different from a man’s kiss. The next minute, I lifted her and started to kiss her lips. She was taken back a little but was in no mood to resist what was happening. She also started to kiss me back.

At the same time, I moved my hands from her hip towards my boobs. I gently groped her boobs and started to play with it. Then I kissed her all over her face, then went down near the boobs. She understood what I wanted and removed her t-shirt and bra. I started to kiss them gently while groping the other boobs.

She removed my top, and we both were naked on the top. She went down and started to kiss my boobs. I put my fingers inside her hair and moved it like I was combing her hair. In the meantime, I kept pushing her head harder so that her mouth was taking my entire 34D boobs.

Her boobs were 32C, which was not as big as mine. But they were cute and beautiful. She had pinkish nipples, unlike my brown nipples. After 10 minutes of sucking each other’s boobs, we looked at each other’s faces. Then again started lip-locking, lying in the bed.

I started to insert my hands into her jeans and touched her pussy over her panties. She gave a slight jerk at that time, and I grasped her pussy entirely over her panties. I started to rub her pussy over the panty line, and she started to kiss me aggressively.

I moved her panties aside and rolled my fingers around her pussy for a minute.

Divya: Please, Kanishka, don’t tease me more.

Kanishka: What do you want me to do, dear?

Divya: I want your fingers inside my pussy.

Kanishka: Sure, darling, as you wish.

I gently put my middle finger into her pussy and started rubbing it. While my thumb was pressing the top of her pussy. Then I slid my finger more into her pussy and went deep inside. At some point, she gave a heavy jerk, and I knew I had touched her G Spot at that time.

Now, I knew how far I needed to go to reach her G spot. So I inserted another finger as well and started to and fro motion, making sure every time I was hitting her G Spot. I could feel a lot of cum in my fingers, and some of them were even coming out of her pussy.

I got up from bed, licked the cum in my fingers and told her to remove her jeans, and I removed mine too. She removed her panties as well and was lying naked while I was still in my panty. I went down to her pussy and smelled it. I opened her pussy lips.

I licked the pussy from top to bottom, then put my tongue inside and licked it. Divya’s hands were on my head. Her legs were surrounding my head, making sure I was locked in between her legs. I kept licking for 15 more minutes, and she had at least a couple of orgasms during that period.

Divya was completely exhausted and released her legs from my head. This time, she made me lie down, removed my panties and started to lick mine. She straight away inserted a couple of her fingers into my pussy and also was licking at the same time.

Once she started to lick my pussy, I became a little aggressive. I held on to her hair, ensuring she didn’t take her mouth from my pussy. I kept pushing her more and more. She sucked like a pro and 1,2,3, and didn’t count the next time I cummed. She drank every bit of it and got up.

Kanishka: You liked it?

Divya: Yeah, completely.

Kanishka: Mmmm.. Your cum tasted excellent.

Divya: Oh! So you have tasted cum before?

Kanishka: Well, I have had a couple of lesbian partners during my college days in the hostel. Post-marriage, one of my neighbour Aunty, who’s 45+, was my lesbian partner.

Divya: 45+? Seriously? How did she convince you?

Kanishka: Who said she convinced me? I convinced her and made her my lesbian partner, like how I did with you.

Divya: What? You convinced me? I thought it was mutual.

Kanishka: Hey, Divya, don’t mind. I liked your moans during your sex with your hubby. Also, I liked you the moment I saw you coming out to have tea. So I wanted to be in bed with you. Luckily for me, both our husbands wanted to drink and went out. That gave me room to talk something with you and convince you.

Divya: Oh, you bitch (Smiling). You made me a lesbian. I also fell for you.

Kanishka: Haha! Yeah. You are no longer straight. You are also a bisexual like me.

Divya: Hmm… Let’s do it one more time before our husbands come back.

We started cuddling with each other and started from the beginning. We didn’t notice the time, and suddenly the door opened. We were in the 69 position licking each other’s pussies, and both our husbands saw us nude.

End of part 1, guys.

Hello, my horny bastards and bitches! Hope your cocks and cunts are dripping wet as ever. I am sorry I have been a little late in continuing through this series. But I hope you will like this part as I explore the world of BDSM.

That day after Riya and Maya left, John had a great time with Anushka. He couldn’t believe his luck that asking for some alcohol from the receptionist could get him this beautiful girl to fuck. After their session, they exchanged their numbers and John kept her panty as a souvenir.

It’s been almost a fortnight since this event happened and John was craving for sex. He did drop a message to Anushka; however, she never responded. Riya was out of town as well as it was the vacation time in the college and this left John frustrated.

It was Saturday morning and John was sipping tea sitting on his balcony. He got a ping on his phone and it got his eyes widened. It was Anushka!

Anushka: Hi.

John: Hey! How are you? I thought you forgot me already.

Anushka: Oh, of course no, I am so sorry. I was a little busy with work.

John: Ah! No worries. I was a little busy as well (he lied).

Anushka: But something reminded me of you (winks).

John: Oh, is it? What’s that?

Anushka: My black laced panty is missing from my closet.

John: Yeah, I haven’t washed it since that day. I use it to sniff it daily while I stroke my cock.

Anushka: Fuck! Are you always horny?

John: Aren’t you?

Anushka: Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do what we did last time.

John: Your boobs seem to be missing my squeezes. Why don’t we catch up sometime? I got some new fun stored for you.

Anushka: New fun? I know you are a wild horny man. But what’s new?

John: Uhhmmm. Would you mind trying a BDSM session?

Anushka (surprised): No! Wait. Sorry, What?

John: Anushka, you know I’m a very horny man. I’ve always had this fantasy of trying some BDSM fantasy stuff.

Anushka: What all do you wanna try with me?

John: Are you into BDSM?

Anushka: I’m not sure. But I always enjoyed reading about bondage and submissive fantasies.

John: So, do you wanna give it a try, bitch?

Anushka: Wow! Someone is already in the mood.

John: Hmm! You’ve turned me into a horny beast. When are we meeting?

Anushka: Why don’t you book a room tomorrow in our property? The rooms are available now and I’ll come just like last time.

John: That’s a good idea. I’ll book it now.

Anushka: I can’t believe that I just agreed to get sexually humiliated (laughs).

John: You’ll love it, bitch!

Anushka: I’m sure. Okay, see ya tomorrow then.

John: Sure. See you! Bye.

John was very ecstatic, he really wanted to try BDSM. He booked the property and packed his stuff. Then he waited for the night to pass. The next day it was Sunday.

John checked into the property on time and saw Anushka at the reception. She treated him like a random visitor but did not miss out on smiling at him. As soon as John reached his room, he received a text from Anushka.

Anushka: Enjoy your stay master!

John: Come once your day is over, bitch. Your master awaits your services.

Anushka: Yes, Sir. I’ll be there by 8:00 pm (giggles).

John was tired so he went to sleep. He woke up around 6 and got himself freshened up. Then he turned on the TV in his room. He brought whiskey for this event so he opened the bottle and got one peg for himself. He was smoking his favorite Dunhill Cigarette just when the doorbell rang. Then he looked at the clock and it was 8.

He opened the door and saw Anushka standing there with a smile. She was wearing the dress she wore. Then she stepped inside and John closed the door.

They both hugged each other and John planted a warm kiss on her cheeks while his hands grabbed her ass. Anushka had her eyes closed, she too responded by kissing on his lips. They kept smooching each other for the next 2 minutes and John had his hands moving inside her dress. Just when he was about to touch her butthole, Anushka broke the kiss.

Anushka: You sit here! I’ll get freshened up. I got a surprise for you.

John: A surprise? What’s that?

Anushka: Wait here and you’ll know.

John sat on the couch as Anushka emerged from the bathroom after 20 minutes. She had her hair wet cascading over her shoulders and was wearing a red hot sensual school skirt with a white top. The skirt barely covered her thighs and the top had a daringly deep neck that revealed most of her 36D boobs. The top barely covered her navel button, and the length of it would only reach her naval button.

Anushka: Do you like what you see?

John: I just love what I see, slut.

Anushka (positioning herself on his lap): Mhmm, you turn me on when you talk filthy.

John (Squeezing her ass cheeks): I know. Tonight, you are going to serve your master!

Anushka: Aye, Master! Tell me what you want me to do.

John knew Anushka was ready to surrender herself to his sexual desires. He wanted to make her beg and wail in pain and pleasure. Then he got up from the couch and took her hands. He then reached into his pocket, took out a long piece of ribbon, and tied her hands. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her lips once he tied her hands behind her back.

John: Your safe word is “Stop”. Use it when you want me to stop.

Anushka: Mhmm, keep going. I don’t think I’m gonna say that soon.

John: We’ll see, Randi!

Anushka: You love talking filth, huh?

John (laughs): Yeah, it turns me on like a bullet engine.

John unbuttoned her shirt, and her boobs were left hanging. He began roughly fondling her boobs. Anushka felt a wave of exhilaration. She wanted to pull him further towards her breast but her hands were tied. John continued to nibble her areolas and nibble her nipples enticingly.

Anushka: Ahh, Ohh my god! Eat my melons and make them yours.

John: Mhmm. I got something for them.

John carried Anushka in his arms and placed it on the bed gently. He then reached out his bag and took out a rope and a collar. Then he took the rope and tied her boobs and put the collar around her neck.

Anushka: Gosh! You’re making me feel like a sex doll. I’ve always fantasized about all this, but never did I imagine that you’ll make them true. Treat me like your whore master!

John: You are my whore, bitch!

Anushka: Yes, master!

John turned Anushka to her stomach. She turned her head and saw John taking another rope out of his bag. He had a couple of clips as well and a bottle of lubricant. Then he tied the ropes on her ankles and secured it against the legs of the bed. He then turned back to Anushka and asked-

John: Are those too tight?

Anushka: No, I’m good, Master! Can you untie it? My hands as they are aching.

John untied her hands and brought her a glass of whiskey to drink. She took the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then John came near to where she sat, removed the towel wrapped around his waist, and stood on the bed. He then without warning her grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her throat.

John: Deeper babe. Tap me if you want to stop.

Anushka immediately tapped. John took his cock out from her mouth.

Anushka: WTF! I wasn’t even ready.

John: Sorry, babe. I wanted this to come up as a surprise for you.

Saying this, John again took his cock near her mouth and looked into her eyes. Anushka opened her mouth as if she understood what her master wanted. Then John took 2 clips and put them on her nipples and began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. Anushka was in bittersweet pain. He continued to fuck her throat for 15 seconds all this while the clips were still on her nipples.

Anushka tapped again and John took out his cock from her mouth. She had tears rolling out from her eyes and she quickly removed those clips from her nipples.

Anushka: Ohh, fuck fuck fuck. God, you made my nipples sore and red. Aah! Lick them, babe! From this day onwards, I’m your slave.

John: I got something better for them.

Saying this he untied the rope from her boobs and took an ice cube from the box kept near the bed. He started playing with her nipples.

Anushka was going through intense arousal and she already had cummed once when she was throat fucked. She grabbed his head and began biting all over his face and neck like a hungry lioness.

John too was nibbling and sucking and biting all over boobs as if he was getting the heated fulfillment from them. They continued to kiss passionately for 10 minutes. Then they both stopped to grasp some air.

Anushka: Mhmmm! I wanted your lips so badly.

John: Would you mind if I caress my love to your pussy lips as well!

Anushka: No! In fact, why don’t you lay on the bed and let me sit on your face?

John: Mhmm. Don’t forget to grind your pussy on my mouth.

Anushka (smiling): I won’t disappoint you, master.

John: Sit on me facing the opposite side. I want to sniff your ass while you grind all your pussy juice in my mouth.

Anushka: I think I can only obey you.

John: Sit, princess. Feel me like I’m your seat.

Anushka sat on his face and John had his tongue rolled into her vagina. While he kept sucking her pussy, he had his index finger rubbing her butthole. Soon his teeth were biting her labia, and his index finger was inside her ass.

Anushka suddenly climaxed and she showered all her love juices right in John’s mouth.

Anushka: Baby! Fuck fuck fuck. Ahh! My ass…

John removed her from his face and came closer to her face. He looked into her eyes and slowly brought that index finger into his mouth and began sucking it. He was licking his finger deep as if it was dipped in some sauce.

Anushka looked at him in disbelief. She pushed him to the bed and started kissing him all over.

John: I’m gonna fuck your ass but now!

Anushka: You like my ass?

John: Yes, I love it. You got a nice firm ass.

Anushka: Then do what you feel like but wear a condom.

John quickly wore a condom and then poured some lube on his cock. He then entered her asshole in a missionary position gripping her waist for leverage. He fucked her ass for 10 minutes and it felt like an eternity to her. Each thrust was sending her waves of ecstasy. Anushka was unable to take it anymore and she gasped-

Anushka: Ahh, My ass can’t take this drilling anymore and my pussy is itching. Please put your cock there.

Saying this, Anushka turned her over and looked at John’s 6-inch cock. She had her eyes fixed on the beauty of his cock and felt so ecstatic that she decided to give it a taste.

Then she leaned forward and started licking the head of the cock. The head was extremely sensitive and the feeling of Anushka licking and touching it sensuously all over drove John crazy. She then looked into his eyes and opened her mouth and tried to take as much as she could, sucking in and out and licking.

John: Mhmmm, wow, keep going!

His hips started rocking back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth deeper as she was still trying to take all of it in. With one foot on the floor and the other on the bed, John took his hands and held the back of her head, and started fucking her mouth. Anushka was working her tongue on the tender head of the cock as it came out and then plunged into her mouth as far as it could get without gagging her.

After 10 minutes of this intense foreplay, Anushka finally laid back on the bed. She looked up at John with hunger in his eyes and said-

Anushka: Fuck me, Fuck me deep, and fuck me hard.

John smiled and reached down and felt her hot wet pussy. It was dripping wet and warm to his touch. Then he slowly inserted a finger, and Anushka took a deep breath, moaned lightly while biting her lips, and closed her eyes In slutiness.

John then used his thumb to lightly brush her clit. He then kissed her navel and began to nibble all over her stomach and inner thighs.

Anushka couldn’t take this all anymore. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel his raw cock with nerves and muscles. Then she pulled his head up and kissed him on his lips. She bit him on his neck and grabbed his cock.

Anushka: Fuck me with this!

John: Beg for it!

Anushka: Ohh master, fuck your slave’s hole with this beautiful masterpiece.

John laughed and was about to put a condom on his cock.

Anushka: No condom tonight. I want to feel it raw. I’ll take pills tomorrow.

John kissed her on her lips and put his cock at the entrance of her outer pussy lips. It took a few strokes and John was now giving Anushka a nice fuck to remember. He was doing the deep strokes and was allowing his cock to almost come out and plunge it deep into her leaking pussy.

Anushka wrapped her legs around him and was screaming in lust: Mhmm. Keep going, please don’t stop.

John took one hand to squeeze her boobs while he took his other hand and began to finger fuck her butthole. Anushka started bucking back, meeting his thrusts. John had his index finger buried deep inside her ass. He matched it with his cock in a way that whenever his cock was coming out from her pussy, his index finger was going inside her ass.

Soon Anushka started screaming: I’m Cumming!

John, too, was nearing the climax; he increased his pace and soon found his cock throbbing and shooting huge hot globes of cum deep inside her pussy. Anushka was shaking. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, milking every last drop of cum into her vagina.

Finally, John collapsed on Anushka, holding each other, totally exhausted and completely drained. Soon they fell asleep.

End of Part 7

I hope you liked the story. I will be writing the next part soon. Please feel free to share your feedback on [email protected]. You can also share your inputs if you have any for the next episode.

Aap log ne pichli kahani mein padha ki Ravi Chinki aur Avinash se kehta hai ki bahut late ho chuka hai, aur ab unhe ghar jana chahiye. Ye sun ke dono ka muh dekhne laayak ho gaya, kyunki ye baat dono ko pasand nahi aayi. Ab aage:-

Avinash bolta hai Ravi se: Yaar ek shot laga lene de Chinki bhabhi ki chut mein, aur wo fir chali jaye.

Ravi Avinash ko mana nahi kar paata aur bolta hai: Chalo jaldi kar lo.

Wo bolta hai Avinash se: Jab bhi tumhe sex ki zaroorat ho, tumhari bhabhi ki chut tumhare lund ko mil jayegi.

Aur fir Ravi ne kaha ki lund ko wo kabhi bhi hath se na hilaye, kyunki hath se hilane par lund kamzor hota hai. Lund ke liye uski Chinki bhabhi thi, jo har waqt chudasi rehti thi.

Ravi ab waha se baahar jaise hi jata hai, Avinash lund daal deta hai Chinki chut mein. Chinki aur Avinash dono ek-doosre ko dekhte hue chudai karte hai. Chinki ko aaj lund zyada tight lag raha tha. Wo aah aah karke chudai ka maza leti rahi aur poore kamre mein thap-thap ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Chinki bhi apni kamar utha ke lund le rahi thi. Fir Avinash ne Chinki ko kaha ki wo let jata hai, aur Chinki lund pe baith jaye, aur aisa hi karti hai Chinki. Chinki lund ke upar baith ke uchalne lagti hai, aur apni chut ungli se masalne lagti hai. Avinash Chinki ke dono boobs ko dabate rehta hai. Ek baar to Avinash ne boobs ko nichodh hi diya.

Boobs ko achanak aise zor se dabane ke kaaran Chinki ko zor se dard hua, par usne kuch nahi kaha, aur lund pe uchal-uchal ke chudai karwati rahi.

Fir Avinash ne ek aur position badli, aur wo ab ek pair kandhe mein lekar Chinki ko chodne laga. Lagatar 35 minutes ki chudai ho chuki thi, aur wo ab tak jhada nahi tha.

Chinki ne ye baat pooch hi li, to Avinash ne kaha ki wo tablet liya tha sex power ki. Wo ye bhi bola ki uska plan aaj poori raat Chinki ko chodne ka tha, par bhaiya ke kaaran wo aisa nahi kar payega.

Wo to yaha tak plan karke rakha tha, ki hotel ke swimming pool mein bhi usko chodega. Par ab sex tablet ke kaaran Avinash jhad hi nahi raha tha, aur wo Chinki ki chut ka bhonsda bana raha tha.

Chinki ab usko jhadane ke liye apni chut ko lund mein maarne lagti hai, jisse chut aur lund ki chudai zordaar hone lagi. Avinash Chinki ke boobs firse dabane laga aur bola-

Avinash: Bhabhi aapke 32″ ke boobs jaldi hi 36″ ke ho jaynge.

Aur Chinki ne bhi lund ke jhatke ke sath chut ko aage karke jhatke maarna shuru kar diya. Chinki na-jaane kitni baar jhad gayi thi. Par uske yaar Avinash ka to ho hi nahi raha tha. Ravi to kabhi bhi Chinki ka paani ek baar se zyada nikaal hi nahi paaya tha. Par Avinash to chut se nadi baha raha tha.

Chinki apne mann mein sochti hai ki kash Avinash hi uska pati hota, to roz hi ausi chudai milti. Par ab bhi wo khush thi kyunki Avinash usko chode bina reh nahi payaga. Tablet ke kaaran Avinash jhad nahi raha tha. Wo Chinki ko doggy position mein karke 2-4 thappad uski gaand mein maara aur bola-

Avinash: Bhabhi aapki gaand maarni hai.

Gaand maare bina wo jhadne wala bhi nahi tha, isliye Chinki ne apni gaand unchi karke faila di. Chinki ki gaand mein thook kar Avinash lund ko jhatka deta hai, aur lund thode drad ke sath andar chala jata hai.

Chinki ke pehle bhi gaand chod chuka tha Avinash, to ab dard to ho raha tha Chinki ko, par bahut kam tha.

Aahista-aahista Avinash ne lund poora gaand ke andar kar diya, aur Chinki bhabhi ki kamar pakad ke chodne laga. Chinki ab bol rahi thi-

Chinki: Devar ji, aahista chodo, dard hota hai. Skin khich rahi hai.

Avinash ne bhi aahista-aahista hi chodna shuru kiya. 7-8 jhatkon ke baad lund poori tarah se set ho chuka tha gaand mein.

Chinki ne bola: Devar ji, ab tez karo.

Aur Avinash ne zor-zor se chodna shuru kiya. Chinki ko ab fir dard hone laga, par wo bardasht kar rahi thi. Chinki apne pyaare devar ki chudai se bahut khush thi, aur wo Avinash ko bahut zyada khush karna chaahti thi.

Avinash ne kaha: Bhabhi mera hone wala hai. Thanks aapne mujhe aaj jannat dikhayi.

Beech mein hi rokte hue Chinki ne kaha: Aap aaj mere muh mein jhad jao. Main aapka paani peena chaahti hu devar ji. Aaj tak maine apne pati ka lund choosa hai, par paani nahi piya lund ka. Par aapne mujhe khush kar diya. Bahut achi chudai karte ho aap.

Aur Avinash ka lund muh mein lekar Chinki choosne lagti hai. Kuch 6-7 jhatke muh mein maarne ke baad Avinash Chinki ke muh mein jhad jata hai. Chinki ko bahut ajeeb laga Avinash ke lund ka paani pee kar. Chinki Avinash ki chudai se bahut khush thi, isliye wo ek-ek boond ko chaat ke saaf ki.

Dono ab nange bed pe the, aur ek-doosre ko dekh rahe the. Dono ne ek sath ek-doosre ko thanks kaha, aur Chinki ne kaha ki aisi chudai aaj tak nahi hui uski.

Avinash ne bhi yahi kaha ki aisa birthday usne kabhi nahi manaya. Chinki ne aage kaha Avinash se ki wo usko hamesha aisa hi pyar kare, aur wo khud Avinash ki shaadi ke liye ek achi ladki dekhegi. Iske sath Chinki wapas apne ghar aa jati hai. Chinki aur Ravi dono bahut khush the.

Chinki Ravi ko bolti hai: Aapke kaaran aaj aisi chudai mil payi hai mujhe. Aur ye ehsaan main hamesha yaad rakhungi.

Chinki ko ye guilt zaroor tha ki usne kisi aur se chudai karwa ke apne pati ko dhokha diya. Ye baat aur hai ki pati bhi isme shamil tha, aur uski haa thi, isliye Avinash usko chod paaya.

Fir aise hi kuch din guzar gaye, aur ek ladki shop mein aati hai. Wo ladki Chinki se bhi kahi zyada sundar hoti hai. Chinki sochti hai ki agar uske pati Ravi se us ladki ke sambandh ban jaye to wo kisi aur se chudwane ke guilt se baahar aa jayegi.

To be continued…

After my second client visit, I was exhausted and took a three-day break to focus on my studies and paintings. On the third day, Ayushi reached out to me, informing me of a meeting with a client at a prominent archaeological site. I arrived on time and texted the client.

After 20 minutes, I received a call. The voice on the other end was soft and pleasant. When I saw my client, I was stunned to find it was Keerthana, a distant aunt from Delhi. She is a doctor, around the same age as my mom, and lives with her husband.

Her daughter is pursuing a master’s in the USA. After seeing each other, we were both surprised to be in this situation.

“Tanmay, are you the person Ayushi mentioned?” she asked her tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, trying to mask my shock. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I don’t know what to do now. I’m unsure how to proceed.”

“Let’s figure it out together,” she suggested, her voice steadying. “I’m looking for someone I can trust to fulfil my sexual needs, which my husband can’t.”

Her words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable tension. I was in disbelief, and I could see she was struggling too. After a moment of silence, I said, “Aunty, this is a lot to take in. I had no idea who my client was until I met them. This was supposed to be just business.”

“I understand,” she sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t expect it to be you either. But I need someone I can trust to satisfy my needs. My friend Ravina (The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 4) recommended me Ayushi. The I thought to give it a try, because my marriage is complicated. My husband is a good man, but something is missing. I thought maybe this could be that opportunity.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. “I don’t know if I can be that person for you. It feels wrong.”

“Please, Tanmay,” she urged, her eyes pleading. “I know this is unconventional, but I feel lost. I need to explore this side of myself, and I want to do it with someone I feel comfortable with.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I said, my heart racing.

Aunty smiled at me. “I appreciate you considering it. Let’s keep this meeting professional. I’ll proceed with the arrangements.”

“Text me the schedule and location,” I replied, still feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

As I headed home, I received a text with details from Ayushi: tomorrow at 10 AM. I got another text from her, saying that I was getting more inquiries than anyone else with her and that all the clients were comfortable with me. “Keep it up. I know you’re making a good amount of money,” she said.

I replied with a smile emoji and teased her, “You’re also building a good profile because of me.” I promised I’d be on time for my next meeting.

In my mind, it was all about aunty. Now, my experience was moving from BDSM to something more complicated. I had always admired her for her well-maintained figure and striking appearance whenever we met on any occasion.

After arriving home, I reviewed some photos from a wedding. Her appearance had remained largely the same. I thought about what I should wear tomorrow. I eventually decided on casual blue jeans and a white shirt for our meeting. After a long shower, I went to bed with thoughts of her lingering in my mind.

The next day, I left at 9 AM, but before starting my journey, I carried some of my colours with me. I arrived at the location by 9:45 AM. Aunty was waiting outside the flat. She wore a red Ajrakh saree with a black blouse, looking stunning and radiating a captivating fragrance.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” I said as I approached her.

“Thank you, Tanmay. I wanted to look special for our meeting,” she replied a hint of blush on her cheeks. She opened the door and led me inside.

Inside, she offered me a drink. “Would you like something to relax?”

“Sure, a glass of wine would be great,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “So, how have you been, aside from the complications?”

She sighed, looking pensive. “It’s been tough. My husband is always busy, and after work, he drinks. I’m just fed up.”

“That sounds difficult,” I empathized. “How are you handling everything yourself?”

She smiled shyly. “I do what I can. Sometimes, I have to rely on toys, but I’m tired. I’m a woman with needs.”

“That’s completely understandable, Aunty,” I said gently. “It’s okay to want more.”

She looked at me intently, her voice low. “You have no idea how long I’ve felt this way. This isn’t just about physical needs; it’s emotional too. I feel trapped in my own life.”

“I get that,” I replied. “But I care about you, and this is complicated. We need to approach this with caution.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But please, just think about it. You don’t have to decide right now.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I reiterated.

As we talked, the tension in the room shifted. She looked into my eyes and said, “Tanmay, I never imagined we’d be in this situation. But being with you feels right, even though I know it shouldn’t.”

Her words stirred something deep within me. Despite knowing this was wrong, the pull was irresistible. I leaned in, our faces inches apart. “Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want.”

She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts, then opened them with determination. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I need this. I need you.”

Slowly, I closed the distance between us. Our kiss was tender at first but quickly deepened, releasing the tension we had been holding. Her hands reached up to cup my face, pulling me closer. We lost ourselves in the moment, the world outside disappearing.

“Tanmay,” she whispered against my lips, “I never thought I’d feel this way again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt desired.”

“You’re more than just desired, aunty. You’re beautiful and captivating,” I replied, my breath hitching.

Aunty began to unbutton my shirt, and I helped her, our hands fumbling with excitement. She led me to the bedroom, where the bed was neatly made. She looked at me with a mix of anticipation and longing. “Make me feel alive again, my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we continued, the intensity grew. I explored every inch of her body. At one point, she removed her bra, revealing her large breasts with dark nipples. I began to kiss them, and she urged me on, saying, “Drink from me, son. Make me feel more.”

My arousal was fully awakened now, pressing against her pussy over the saree as she smiled at me. “How does my pussy feel?” she teased.

I replied, “I want to feel it, but only after exploring you fully.” I undressed her completely, kissing her from her feet to her inner thighs.

She smelled amazing to me. I started kissing her inner thighs, and she was moaning my name, “Son, you are making me want more. Do it, my son. It feels so good.” She started to call me “son”. It made me mad for her. My fingers were roaming around her pussy lips like a hungry tiger.

Her wetness was dripping down. She spread her legs as much as she could and asked me to taste her. My head went down to savour her salty, caramel taste. She was pushing my head closer to her. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I felt so aroused by her taste.

After some time, I went near her navel and started to sniff her, intoxicated by her scent. She was at her peak. She took one of my hands and placed it above her breasts while she squeezed the other.

She moaned, “Son, you’re arousing me so much. I need you inside me.”

I replied, “There is more to go, Aunty. Wait a little longer.”

She responded, “Don’t call me Aunty. Call me Keerthana. I want to feel you saying my name while you enter me.”

I replied, “Yes, Keerthana. I have a surprise for you.”

Then, I took the colours from my bag and started to apply each colour to her body. She was not expecting this. It enhanced the mood. “This is beautiful,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Red for your passion,” I said as I painted her breasts. “Green for your envy of the life you want,” I added while applying colour to her hands. “Yellow for the joy you deserve,” I continued with her navel. “And blue for your freedom,” I finished with her thighs.

After applying the colours, we rolled all over the bed, both of our bodies filled with different shades.

She whispered, “Fill me with your coloured dick. I want to feel it.”

She guided me into her wet, tight pussy. I could sense her discomfort, but she cooperated, encouraging me to push in fully. Each thrust made her gasp, and I kissed and squeezed her breasts with one hand. She whispered, “If you keep doing this, I’ll have the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”

“I’ll give you the best I have, Keerthana,” I replied, my voice low with desire. Each movement deepened our connection, the colours on her skin becoming a canvas for our passion. I could feel her body responding, the tension building with every thrust.

As I picked up the pace, she moaned, “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop! I need you.” Her words fueled my desire, and I lost myself in the rhythm, focusing on her pleasure. With every thrust, she let out soft gasps, her fingers digging into my back.

“You’re so good at this,” she breathed. “I never imagined I’d feel this alive again.”

“Just let go, Keerthana,” I encouraged her, feeling the heat between us intensify. “Feel everything.” Her breathing quickened, and I could sense she was close. “I’m going to—oh my God!” she cried out, arching her back as waves of pleasure surged through her. “Tanmay! Yes!”

I held her tightly, feeling her body contract around me as she reached her peak. The sight of her pleasure was intoxicating, and I continued to thrust, riding the waves of her orgasm. After a moment, as she came down from her high, she looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and delight.

“That was incredible. I didn’t expect that kind of connection.”

I smiled, a warm rush of pride filling me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve to feel this way.” She brushed her fingers across my cheek, her touch gentle. “You’re something special, son. I never thought I’d explore this part of myself again, especially not with someone I know.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted, feeling a strange bond forming between us. “But I’m grateful for this moment.”

“Can we try something different now?” she asked, a playful glint in her eye. “I want to experience more with you.” “Of course,” I replied, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” She bit her lip, a teasing smile forming. “Let’s switch it up. I want to see how it feels to be on top.”

I laughed, encouraging her. “Alright, let’s switch roles. I’m all yours.” With a gleam of determination, she climbed on top, her hands finding my shoulders for balance. “Just relax and enjoy,” she instructed, guiding me inside her once more.

As she began to move, her expression transformed into one of pure bliss. “Oh, this feels amazing! I can’t believe I waited so long to do this,” she gasped, her eyes sparkling.

“You’re amazing,” I praised, enjoying the view as she found her rhythm. “Just like that, aunt. Don’t hold back.” With each motion, she seemed to gain more confidence, her movements becoming more fluid and passionate.

“This is so liberating,” she said breathlessly, her hair cascading around her shoulders. “I never thought I could feel this free.” As we continued, I marvelled at how our connection had evolved. She was no longer just my client. She was someone I was sharing a beautiful, intimate experience with.

“My son,” she moaned, leaning forward, “I feel so close to you right now. Thank you for being here with me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied sincerely, feeling the bond between us deepen. “We’re in this together.” After a while, she felt another wave building, and I could sense her body tightening around me again. “I’m getting close! I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Let it happen, aunty. Just feel it,” I encouraged her, matching her movements as we approached our climax together. “I want to feel you as my aunt itself. I’m fucking my beautiful aunty Keerthana.” She got aroused by my words.

She replied, “Fuck your aunty. Make her a woman again. Give what she is eagerly waiting for.” With a final series of thrusts, she cried out, her body shaking as she reached her peak. “Son! Yes! Oh my God!”

The sound of her pleasure echoed in the room, igniting my release. I joined her in that moment of ecstasy. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, our bodies tangled together, coloured skin contrasting against the white sheets. “That was incredible,” she said, looking into my eyes. Her expression softened.

“I didn’t expect this experience to be so meaningful.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, feeling a warmth spread through me. “It’s more than just physical. It’s emotional, too.”

“Can we keep this between us? I don’t want anyone to know,” she said, her voice serious but filled with hope.

“Absolutely,” I assured her. “Your secret is safe with me.” As we lay there, the atmosphere shifted, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes. “Thank you for making me feel alive again, Tanmay. I really needed this.”

“You deserve it, aunty,” I replied, brushing a stray hair from her face. “We all need connection, especially in times like these.”

“Promise me we can do this again,” she said, her voice a whisper filled with longing.

“I promise,” I said, feeling a sense of commitment wash over me. “Whenever you’re ready.”

After a great session with her, I took a shower. During that time, she prepared some food for both of us. After we finished eating, I said goodbye to her and left for my place. On the way home, I received a notification on my phone that said, “Your account has been credited with 25,000 rupees.”

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