Author: admin

Hello, readers. After a long break, I am back with my next story, a continuation of “Wife Fucked by a Stranger in Thailand.” First, let me reintroduce my wife, Nisha. She has a deep, rich skin tone, standing at 5’5″ with a figure of 36-27-36. Her perfectly shaped boobs, with soft pink nipples, will make any man hard and horny. Nisha takes great care of her body. We had an arranged marriage, and she came from a conservative background – she was a virgin when we wed.

After what happened on our trip to Thailand, Nisha and I decided not to pursue an open lifestyle again; it was meant to be a one-time thing. We returned to India after our honeymoon and settled back into normal life. Strangely, our sex life reached new heights – I couldn’t shake the thoughts of Arnav with Nisha whenever we were intimate. Every time I kissed her, I pictured Arnav’s tongue playing with hers. When she gave me a blowjob, I imagined what it must have felt like for him when he experienced the warmth of her mouth on his cock. Despite these thoughts, we stuck to our decision not to revisit that lifestyle, and I tried to keep it to myself.

One day, Nisha and I went to see a movie. She wore a tight tank top under a denim jacket and shorts that accentuated her figure. As we settled in the theater, I noticed an average-looking man, poorly dressed, staring at Nisha. His eyes kept drifting to her legs and boobs, and I could tell he was struggling to control himself. There was a bulge on his pants. Though it was a public space, he continued to ogle her. Thankfully, Nisha didn’t notice him, but I couldn’t ignore it. After all, she is my wife.

When we got back home, I couldn’t shake off the incident. There was something about seeing someone look at Nisha with such sexual desire that stirred something inside me. For reasons I couldn’t fully explain, I liked it – I liked the idea of strangers undressing her with their eyes and fucking her in every position with their minds. This feeling grew stronger day by day until I finally decided to talk to Nisha about it. To make sure she was in the right mindset, I held back from fucking her and focused on just foreplay for three days, keeping her horny and ready for when I shared my thoughts.

We were in bed, and I was nervous to bring up the topic, but Nisha sensed something was off and tried to comfort me. She gently grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply and biting my lower lip – she was horny, it was evident. Then she asked, “What’s wrong?” I felt relieved that she opened the door for the conversation. I started explaining everything, speaking about Arnav and how it had consumed my thoughts. I confessed my desire to see her with a stranger again.

Nisha listened patiently but stayed silent until I finished. When I asked what she thought, she said, “Baby, didn’t we agree it was a one-time thing during our honeymoon, and it happened far away from home, out of our society’s watch? But now, you’re asking for this again, here where we have our life and family in Bangalore. I can’t do this – I can’t be seen as a whore in this society. What if someone found out? We’d ruin everything we’ve built.”

Her words disappointed me. Deep down, I realized she wasn’t rejecting the idea because she disliked it but because of the fear of what others would think. I just needed to find the right words to make her see it differently. I stayed quiet for a few days, but I kept bringing up the memory of Arnav whenever I could.

I reminded her how he enjoyed every part of her body, savoring every inch of her skin, and how it was a shame we couldn’t see him again. I mentioned it enough times that eventually, Nisha brought up the topic herself. This time, I suggested, “What if we did it in secret so no one would ever know? We could pick a stranger with no connection to our lives and go somewhere far from home. Please, think about it – I need this.”

She left the room and started watching TV, but I could tell she was thinking about it. The next morning, she woke me up with a kiss and said she was ready, but we had to be very careful and keep it secret. Hearing her say that filled me with happiness, and I started suggesting ways to find the right person.

To ignite things further, I suggested to Nisha that we read some stories on ISS to find an author who could be our guy. Late nights turned into thrilling searches, reading stories that made our hearts race, but none of them felt right. Frustration set in as the weeks dragged on, with every author I contacted turning out to be too crude, demanding nude photos or videos without any depth or connection. They were all about raw sex, which was not our taste. I turned them away.

Then, one afternoon at work, my phone buzzed with a message from Nisha. She had found a story and sent me the link. My pulse quickened- knowing she was searching on her own meant she was more invested than I had realized. I opened the link, and as I read, the words wrapped around me. The author described his encounter with a stranger in a way that was vivid, passionate, and full of sensual sex. It was more than just a story; it was an experience.

I couldn’t wait and messaged him immediately. The next day, he replied. His name was Sandeep, a 26-year-old Tamil guy who worked in Bangalore and lived alone. From our first conversation, I could tell he was different. His words were warm, thoughtful, and laced with genuine interest. He didn’t rush or push; he wanted to know more about us, about who we were. It was enticing, and I found myself drawn to him.

Excitement coursed through me as I decided to introduce Nisha to him. The thought of what could come next left me restless with anticipation. I connected them on Instagram, with a fake account, of course. Nisha and Sandeep started texting each other; each morning, I would read their conversation. At first, the conversation was all respectful, mostly about his story and our life.

As days went by, Nisha got more comfortable with Sandeep, and they started talking about sexual encounters they had. One day, Nisha told him about her experience with Arnav in Thailand; she told him that was one of the best sex she ever had. I was surprised to read this statement. She told Sandeep that Arnav fucked her in the bathroom the next morning, which I never knew – it was a surprise for me.

After hearing all of this, Sandeep got all horny for Nisha and wanted to meet her, even though it wasn’t possible at the time. He begged her for a photo, wanting to see her face at least. After a lot of persuasion, Nisha finally agreed and sent him a picture. Sandeep was stunned when he saw it, and from that day, the way he talked to Nisha changed. From that night onwards, he always spoke about how he would kiss, lick, suck, and fuck her if he got a chance.

Days went by, and Nisha and Sandeep started sexting, exploring their thoughts and fantasies through chats. Reading their messages, I couldn’t control myself. One day, I asked Nisha why she hadn’t met him in person yet, as it felt like the right time. Nisha wanted some time to think about it, but she came back saying, “Okay, let’s meet,” and we decided to plan a meeting. We booked a remote resort in Ooty for the long weekend, from Friday to Sunday, with two rooms next to each other. The resort provided privacy, as the rooms were at least 500 meters away from any other accommodations, including the reception.

When the day finally arrived, I could hardly believe it. I couldn’t wait to see how Sandeep was going to enjoy Nisha’s sexy body. We set off from Bangalore early in the morning, excited and nervous. This was the first time we were meeting Sandeep in person, although we had done video calls before. We met him at a junction, and he joined us in the car. He looked even better in person, with a slim, athletic build and a wheatish complexion. The initial part of the ride was quiet and tense, so I decided to break the ice by stopping for breakfast. I suggested that Sandeep and Nisha go for breakfast alone to get to know each other, while I stayed back.

After an hour, they returned to the car, both smiling, and the atmosphere felt more relaxed. We continued our trip, talking about life and family. Sandeep turned out to be a friendly and respectful person, different from what he was in those sextings with Nisha, but I was curious to see that side of him too.

When we reached the resort, I took them for coffee and suggested that my wife and Sandeep should take one of the rooms, and I would stay in the other. Nisha didn’t like the idea, so I spoke to her alone and made her agree, but I could tell she was hesitant. I also told them I wanted to see what was going on in their room, so I set up three cameras: a mobile phone, an iPad, and a laptop. Each of these had a camera I could access from my room. The setup made sure I could see the room from different angles.

I told Sandeep to treat my wife as his girlfriend for the next three days, and as long as he made Nisha happy, I didn’t have any problems. Sandeep was thrilled to hear this from me. Once everything was ready, I asked them to rest in their room until we met for dinner later. Watching them go felt strange and exciting at the same time. Letting my wife be alone with another man in a room I had prepared for them was new and unexpected, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it.

As soon as they stepped into their room, my heart raced. I hurried back to my room and connected my laptop to the cameras I had set up. The feed came to life, showing Sandeep sitting casually on the bed while my wife, Nisha, stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed in more relaxed clothing. He patted the space beside him, inviting her over, and she sat next to him like a good girl. To my surprise, Nisha broke the silence and said, “I’m sorry for my husband. He has all these strange fantasies, and I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with this.”

Sandeep smiled and reassured her, “Don’t apologize. I’m just happy I get to spend these three days with you alone.” He reached for her hand, his voice warm as he said, “Nisha, you look like an angel from my dreams. I can’t believe I got this chance, thanks to Rahul.” As Nisha blushed, Sandeep gently asked if she needed rest after the long journey and if she wanted to sleep for a while. His unexpected thoughtfulness caught me off guard – when he was sexting with Nisha before, he had bragged about how he would fuck my wife if he got the chance, but now, with her in the same room, he was behaving with surprising restraint.

Nisha nodded, agreeing to take a nap. They both settled on the bed, leaving a noticeable space between them. I stayed glued to the video feed, unable to look away as I was curious. For the first half-hour, they slept quietly, but soon I noticed Sandeep shifting restlessly, unable to fully settle down. His gaze drifted toward my sleeping wife; I could see his hands were in his shorts, stroking his cock. Watching him struggle made me horny.

The small, subtle moments of their shared space carried a tension that made the room feel electric. The bed started to shake a little, and that woke up Nisha. Before she could fully register what was happening, Sandeep leaned in and brushed a soft kiss on her lips. Their eyes met, a mix of surprise and uncertainty passing between them. She couldn’t believe what happened as it happened very fast.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Sandeep went for her lips again. This time, a stronger kiss with his mouth open. But Nisha resisted as she was caught off guard. She didn’t respond much to his kiss. But Sandeep didn’t give up. He kept his right hand on her hip, bringing her close, and he started smooching her. The scene was very intense, and at last, Nisha gave up.

The air between them was thick with tension; their kiss grew into a shared moment of vulnerability, as if walls they didn’t know they had were crumbling. Between their kisses, Sandeep whispered, “Baby! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I can’t believe I am in bed with you. Kissing you.”

Nisha closed her eyes, letting herself be present in the moment, each word drawing her in deeper. For the first time, she seemed to let go of the boundaries she had held. He gave his tongue inside her mouth, and my wife started sucking it. I couldn’t believe that my wife was smooching a stranger in bed this passionately. It felt like she was looking forward to this for a long time now. Watching all this in the video turned me on. I undressed myself and started stroking my cock.

My wife was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and so did Sandeep. I badly wanted Sandeep to remove her t-shirt, but instead, he stood up, removed his t-shirt, went on top of my wife, and started kissing her again. This time, his bare chest was pressing against my wife’s boobs. He went wild on her lips. They were exchanging saliva, and I could see my wife’s lips were completely wet from the sloppy kiss.

He did nothing but kiss her. He didn’t hold her boobs or squeeze them; instead, he was just feasting on her lips. Nisha couldn’t hold the excitement. I saw her hands move towards the bottom, searching for his shorts. Sandeep adjusted his hip so that my wife could find his cock. She held his cock over his shorts for some time and started stroking it later.

She stopped the kiss and whispered in his ears that she wanted to feel his cock.

Sandeep stood up, kneeling on the bed. My wife sat on the bed and gently removed his shorts. His cock came into her view, and it could easily be 6 inches, which was bigger than mine. Nisha wasted no time as she took it in her hands, stroking it. Sandeep kissed her again and said, “Make it wet, baby.” Listening to this, my wife took her tongue out and licked the head of his cock. It was an erotic sight for me. She licked from bottom to top and opened her mouth and took his dick inside her mouth.

As soon as his cock was in her mouth, I could see Sandeep close his eyes and just enjoy her blowjob. She sucked him like a porn star. Sandeep’s cock was completely drenched; he was holding my wife’s head, and she was blowing him like there was no tomorrow. The position was not so comfortable, so Sandeep took his cock out from her mouth and got out of the bed. Nisha came down, and she was kneeling down, getting ready to suck his dick again, but this time, she started tying her hair into a knot so that it wouldn’t disturb her licking his precum – it was erotic for me to watch the scene, and Sandeep mouth-fucked her.

I couldn’t believe it. But Nisha was still fully dressed. I wanted to yell at him, asking him to rip her dress off. After a solid ten-minute blowjob, he made Nisha stand, and removed her t-shirt, and directly went for her bra and removed it too. My wife’s boobs got out of the “jail” and were swinging proudly in the air. He made her lean on the wall and directly went for her boobs, kissing them, squeezing them, and also sucking them. He was biting her nipples in between, for which my wife let out a sweet moan. Later, he made her lie in bed and removed her shorts and panty. Nisha was completely naked now. I shot a huge load watching all this on my laptop.

As my wife was lying on the bed, Sandeep came on top of her and started to lick her belly button, moving slowly towards her upper body. His tongue was gently passing the valley between her boobs, and I could see my wife was breathing heavily. I could see the sweat dripping on her face. Sandeep licked all of it. He kissed her earlobes and her neck and gave her a love bite. I could see a hickey freshly forming on her neck. Between all these, Sandeep didn’t forget to compliment her beauty; he was vocal. He kissed her on the lips again and whispered,

Sandeep: Baby!

Nisha: Tell me, honey!

Sandeep: You look gorgeous; I want you with me forever.

Nisha: I’m all for you, baby; do whatever you want with me. I am a whore just for you.

Sandeep: Yes, you bitch, you are my whore!!

Nisha: Yes, Sandeep. Yes, I am your whore. Fuck your whore all you want. Put your cock into my wet pussy and fuck me, Sandeep.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I have never seen my wife speak this language. Sandeep brought the wild side of Nisha for sure.

Then he whispered, “Spread your legs for me,” and my wife obeyed and asked him to fuck her. Sandeep brought his dick over my wife’s pussy and brushed up and down but didn’t enter. He wanted Nisha to tell him again, one more time, to fuck her. Nisha begged him to fuck her; he was teasing her to the core. After hearing this, he pushed his cock into her hole and gave gentle strokes; Nisha was biting her lips and closing her eyes while getting fucked. As his strokes got harder, I could see my wife move up and down, and her boobs were going the same. He fucked her in missionary for 5 minutes. This was their conversation when he fucked her:

Sandeep: Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t believe I’m fucking a goddess.

Nisha: That’s right, baby; fuck me harder.

Sandeep: If you were my wife, I wouldn’t dare to share you with another man. I would fuck you day and night myself.

Nisha: Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes. I am all yours for the coming days and nights. Fuck me however much you want.

Later, Sandeep went on 69, and he started licking her pussy lips, while my wife sucked his cock. I could only see his cock was filled with my wife’s saliva. Suddenly, I heard Nisha scream. “I am cumming, baby; lick me right there,” and then I saw her cum all over Sandeep’s face. He licked all of her juices. He made my wife kneel and took her from behind. He inserted his cock in her pussy again and started stroking hard.

I could only hear my wife scream. Sandeep was enjoying her pussy more than I ever enjoyed or even Arnav did in Thailand. He said he was going to cum. Nisha asked him to cum inside her pussy, and that bastard did the same. I could see white liquid oozing from Nisha’s wet pussy. They both were drenched in sweat and fell on the bed, tired. I saw them falling asleep naked, as they were that tired from the session they just had. Meanwhile, watching all this, I came twice.

That’s it for this story now; I will continue what happened next when I met them for dinner in my next part of the story. I hope you like it. [email protected] is my email; looking forward to the feedback, and hit me up on Google chat if any girls want to have a secret online relationship, no strings attached.

It was afternoon. We bunked the classes that day. Ayaan and I sat in complete silence, our eyes locked on the phone screen. Ayaan’s fingers were hovering over the phone.

“Bro, I don’t think I should do this,” he said like pulling back slightly.

“You’ve already started. No backing out now,” I replied.

He exhaled sharply, then focused back on the phone. Moments ago, he had sent a bold yet harmless text to my mom from an unknown number. A playful compliment. Nothing too risky. Just enough to test the waters.

Unknown Number: “Hey, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I saw your picture on my phone… and I have to say, you are absolutely beautiful.”

Minutes passed by. The wait was something exciting.

Ayaan tapped his foot anxiously. “Dude, she will gonna find this weird. What if she doesn’t reply?”

“Trust me, she will”, I replied.

And then, mom replied.

Mom: “Oh? And who might this admirer be?”

Ayaan’s eyes widened. “Bro, she replied! And she’s flirting back?”

“Told you,” I said with smile.

Ayaan looked at me, “What now?”

“Keep it playful. Make her curious. But don’t overdo it.”

Ayaan hesitated before typing,

Unknown Number: “Just someone who couldn’t resist appreciating beauty. Hope that’s not a crime?”

A moment later, mom replied back,

Mom: “Flattery! won’t get you out of trouble, mystery man. But I’ll let you off the hook… if you give me a hint.”

Ayaan looked at me after reading. “She’s totally into this, bro. What if she finds out it’s me and gets mad?”

“She won’t. She’s not the strict, serious type. She loves playful teasing. Just go with it.”

Ayaan nodded and typed,

Unknown Number: “Hints ruin the mystery. But tell me, do you always look this stunning, or was it just that one picture?”

This time, she didn’t just reply. She sent a picture, a fresh one. She had just taken it. Ayaan’s breath hitched on receiving pic.

The photo was casual, she was wearing a simple kurti, her hair flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. It was effortlessly elegant about the way she smiled, confident yet amused.

“Dude… she actually sent a picture?” Ayaan whispered in disbelief.

I smirked. “Told you she plays along.”

Ayaan quickly typed,

Unknown Number: “That first picture didn’t do justice. You look… incredible.”

Mom: “Hah! Smooth talker. But I still don’t know who you are. Should I be worried?”

Ayaan smirked, feeling more confident. “I think I should tell her now.”

I nodded. “Yeah, do it.”

Taking a deep breath, he attached a casual selfie and hit send.

The screen stayed silent for a moment. Then mom replied,

Mom: “Ayaan?!?”

Ayaan’s heart skipped a beat. “Shit, bro. What if she gets offended.”

Another message popped up.

Mom: “You little brat! I should’ve known! And here I was thinking some mystery admirer had found me! You boys are crazy.”

Ayaan let out a nervous chuckle. “At least she’s laughing. That’s a good sign, right?”

“Very good,” I said.

Then,

Mom: “Alright, what are you two up to today? Just pranking people and bunking classes? or is this part of some new game?”

Ayaan smirked. “Let’s push it a little more.”

Ayaan: “Not a prank. Just… a new realization.”

Mom: “Oh? And what realization is that?”

Ayaan looked at me. “Bro, how do I flirt without making it weird?”

I thought for a moment before suggesting, “Keep it light. Let her think she’s in control.”

Ayaan typed,

Ayaan: “Just that some beauty is overlooked until you see it in a new light.”

Mom: “Oh, now that’s interesting. And what ‘new light’ is this?”

Ayaan smirked at me. “She’s playing along, bro.”

“Obviously. Now, tease her a little.”

Ayaan: “Let’s just say I never expected my best friend’s mom to be the most charming woman I know.”

Mom: “Hahaha! You are impossible. I should’ve guessed you would start trouble today.”

Ayaan hesitated, then decided to take a chance.

Ayaan: “Maybe. But tell me, do you enjoy being admired?”

A longer pause this time.

Mom: “Hmm. Who doesn’t? But I wonder… is this admiration just playful, or is there something more?”

Ayaan turned to me, his face serious. “Bro, she’s testing me now.”

“Exactly. If you say too much, she might pull back. If you say too little, she might lose interest.”

Ayaan exhaled and typed,

Ayaan: “Let’s just say… I enjoy looking. And appreciating.”

Mom read the message but didn’t reply immediately.

Seconds passed. Then a new message popped up.

Mom: “So, if I were there right now, would you still be ‘just appreciating’?”

Ayaan shocked. “Dude… what do I say?”

I grinned. “Tell her the truth.”

He hesitated, then slowly typed,

Ayaan: “Maybe. Or maybe I’d be completely mesmerized.”

A pause. Then

Mom: “You’re good at this. Maybe a little too good.”

Ayaan smirked. “She’s enjoying it, bro.”

Then another message popped up.

Mom: “Alright, last question. If I let you keep looking, what would you focus on first?”

Ayaan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. “Bro… she’s totally leading this now.”

“Exactly. Now, give her an answer she’ll remember.”

He took a deep breath and typed. We had supposed to thought of more intimate, just cool as ass but Ayaan wanted to go simple for now.

Ayaan: “Your Lips. I’d start there.”

A long silence followed.

Then,

Mom: “Hmm. Good choice. It’s one of my best features, after all.”

Ayaan exhaled; he flushed. “Bro… what just happened?”

I burst into laughter. “You, my friend, just stepped into something far more interesting than you expected.”

Ayaan leaned back, shaking his head. “Damn… she’s really something else.”

And in that moment, we both realized, what started as a playful game had turned into something far more intriguing.

Ayaan sat frozen. His mind was thinking, replaying the last message in his head.

I smirked. “Told you she enjoys a little teasing. But now the real question is… what’s your next move?”

Ayaan said. “I mean, do I keep flirting? Or should I back off now?”

“Backing off now would be boring. You got her attention, so make it count.”

Ayaan inhaled sharply and typed,

Ayaan: “One of? I’d argue it’s the best feature. Though… I’d have to see it up close to be sure.”

A beat of silence again.

Mom: “Oh? And how close are we talking?”

Ayaan turned to me, his face burning. “Bro. BRO. What the hell is happening?”

I laughed. “You’re in deep now, man. She’s fully engaged. This is your moment.”

Ayaan wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. He was nervous but also… thrilled. This was a new side of her, playful, mysterious, and completely unexpected.

Ayaan: “Close enough to run lips over it. Maybe even let a few lipsticks slip between.”

A moment passed. Then,

Mom: “Mmm. You sound like you know what you’re doing. Have you tried this before?”

Ayaan nearly choked. He grabbed my arm. “Dude. What do I even say to that?”

I chuckled. “Play it smooth. Give her just enough to keep her guessing.”

Ayaan took a deep breath and replied,

Ayaan: “Maybe. But I think some things are better experienced than explained.”

Another pause. Then,

Mom: “Interesting answer. So, tell me, Ayaan… is this the reason you messaged me tonight?”

Ayaan’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. Is she onto me?”

“Relax. She’s just testing you.”

Ayaan thought for a second before typing,

Ayaan: “Honestly? No. This started as a joke. But now… I think I’m actually enjoying the conversation. What a day!”

We watched the screen, waiting. Then,

Mom: “Hmm. I should be mad at you for messing with me… but I’ll admit, you do make the conversation interesting.”

Ayaan exhaled in relief. Then another message popped up.

Mom: “So tell me, Ayaan… if I wasn’t your best friend’s mom, would you still be flirting with me?”

Silence.

Ayaan looked at me, completely stunned. “Bro. What the hell is this question?”

I leaned back, grinning. “This is where you either impress her… or ruin everything.”

He nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly typed,

Ayaan: “Who you are doesn’t change how stunning you look. But… maybe it makes the flirting more fun.”

A pause. Then,

Mom: “Hahaha! Oh my god. You’re trouble, Ayaan.”

Ayaan let out a breath of relief. “Okay. We survived.”

But then,

Mom: “Too bad you’re too young to handle real trouble.”

Ayaan blinked. “Wait. What??”

I burst into laughter. “Oh my god. She just challenged you!”

Ayaan stared at the screen. He had started this as a joke. Just harmless teasing. But now? Now, things were getting way more interesting. And he had no idea how far this was about to go. That line played over and over in his head. It wasn’t just a tease. It was a challenge.

I nudged him. “Dude. She just threw the ball in your court. What’s the move?”

Ayaan inhaled sharply, his fingers gripping the phone. He wanted to say something bold, something that would keep the game going without pushing too far. Finally, he typed,

Ayaan: “Too young? Maybe. But I’d still take my chances.”

She was still engaged.

Mom: “Oh? And what exactly would you do if you had the chance?”

Ayaan was like oh! crazy. His hands were sweating. He turned to me. “Bro, I swear I didn’t expect it to go this far.”

I smirked. “Just be smooth. Keep it playful, but don’t chicken out now.”

Ayaan took a deep breath, then typed,

Ayaan: “Maybe that’s something we should find out in person.”

Silence. Ayaan and I exchanged a look.

Mom: “Hmmm. That does sound interesting. Maybe one day we’ll see if you can actually handle it.”

Ayaan’s eyes widened. He turned to me. “BRO. She didn’t say no.”

I grinned. “She didn’t just not say no, she basically agreed.”

Ayaan stared at the screen, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

Mom: “Until then… behave yourself, Ayaan. Or don’t. Either way, I’m curious to see what happens next.”

And just like that, the chat ended.

Ayaan leaned back, exhaling sharply. “What the hell just happened?”

I chuckled. “Congratulations, bro. You just booked yourself a future challenge.”

He rubbed his face, still processing. Then, he looked at me and grinned.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this… but I think I’m gonna have fun finding out. Oh Yes!”

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Aapne pichle part mein padha ki main Ridhi ko chodne ke baad ghar jaa hi raha tha, ki uski naukrani Suman ne mujhe kaha ki Ridhi vishwas karne laayak aurat nahi thi. Fir main meri saali Pummy ke sath bhi jismani sambandh banane ki aur badha. Ab aage:-

Pummy: Aaram se karna, mera ye pehli baar hai.

Maine ek dhakka laga kar lund daal diya, aur thoda sa hi lund andar gaya tha, ki Pummy ki cheekh nikal gayi.

Pummy: Aaahhhh, bachao, ye bahut bada hai mere liye. Meri chhoti si chut mein ye musal lund kaise jayega?

Main fir Pummy ke upar aa kar let gaya, aur usko lip kiss karne laga muaaaaah muaaahhhh muaaaahhhh. Jab Pummy thodi normal hui, to maine ek aur jhatka uski chut mein laga diya, aur wo aankhen band karke mere lund ka jhatka apni chut mein bardasht karne lagi.

Main: Kaisa lag raha hai jaan? Mera lund tumhare andar chala gaya hai.

Pummy: Uffff aaahhhhh.. dard to hua, lekin kaafi acha lag raha hai. Aisa ehsaas mujhe pehle kabhi nahi hua.

Maine ek aur jhatka laga diya aur lund aage-peeche chut mein karke chodne laga fach fach ki awaaz ke sath. Pummy ki main chudai karte jaa raha tha.

Pummy: Aaahhh aaahhhh jiju maza aa raha hai. Meri chut mein gudgudi ho rahi hai aaahhh, aur chodo mujhe aahhhh.

Main: Badhayi ho Pummy, ab tum kuwari nahi rahi. Pummy ab tum apna pair apni aur mod lo, tum jitne pair apne chehre ki aur modogi, main aur andar tak lund daal paunga.

Pummy apne pair ko dono hatho se pakad kar apni aur kar li, aur chut ab bilkul khul chuki thi. Main Pummy ko jaanwar ke jaise chodne laga.

Pummy: Aahh jiju, aahista karo. Main kahin nahi jaa rahi hu. Aap ab jaanwar mat bano. Ohh mere boobs ko itni zor se mat dabao. Ye koi nimbu nahi hai, jo aap boobs ko nimbu ke jaise nichodhne lage ho.

Pummy side story: Main ab jiju ko dekh rahi thi. Unki aankh mein mere liye sirf pyar aur chudai ka nasha tha. Mujhe bahut acha lag raha tha ki Harsh jiju mujhe itna pyar se chod rahe the, aur lag hi nahi raha tha ki Harsh mere jiju the.

Main Pummy ki chut ka bhonsda bana raha tha, aur aaj is family ki sab aurat ek hi lund se chudwa rahi thi. Kahan ye log mujhe pasand bhi nahi karti the, aur aaj mere saamne nangi ho kar pair faila kar chudwa rahi thi.

Mujhe ab apne upar garv ho raha tha, ki sasu se lekar uski 3 betiyon ko main chod raha tha.

Pummy: Aahhh ohhhhh ha aise hi chodo mujhe. Aahhhhh ahhhhh ufffffff isssssssss. I am cumming jiju, main jhadne lagi hu. Meri chut paani chhodhne lagi hai Harsh jiju.

Main zor-zor se usko chodne laga, aur wo paani chhodhte jaa rahi thi, aur sust hone lagi thi. Maine fir apna lund baahar karke uske dono boobs ke beech laga diya, aur Pummy ne apne hatho se lund par boobs ko daba diya. Fir main uske boobs ke beech lund hilane laga.

Pummy ke naram boobs uski chut se bhi zyada maza de rahe the, aur main uske boobs mein hi jhadne laga. Fir ek pichkari maar kar uske boobs aur uske face par apne lund ki malayi gira di.

Pummy ne jeebh nikaal kar mere lund ki malayi ko chaat-te hue kaha: Ye to meethi hai.

Main aur Pummy fir ek-doosre ko saaf karke apne room mein sone chale gaye. Fir main Tripti se chipak kar so gaya.

Aadhi raat ko meri neend khuli aur dekha ki sasu mom mera lund ko hatho mein lekar hila rahi thi, aur apne muh mein le kar choosne lagi. Wo jaise hi mujhe dekhi ki main apni aankhen khol kar unhe dekh raha tha, wo mujhe bolne lagi ki main unke bed par aa jau. Fir wo mujhe apne bed par le gayi.

Main jaise hi unke bed par gaya, sasu mom ne meri pant utaar di. Wo mere upar aa kar apni chut mere muh mein laga kar baith gayi, aur apni chut ko mere muh mein ragadne lagi. Main unki chut ko choosne aur chaatne laga. Sath hi wo mere hath ko apne boobs ke upar rakh kar dabane lagi.

Sasu mom apni chut ko mere muh mein zor-zor se ghisne lagi, aur unki chut apna namkeen paani mere muh mein chhodhne lagi thi. Fir sasu mom mere muh ke upar se uth kar mere lund par baith gayi, aur fach karke lund sasu mom ki chut mein jaa ghusa.

Main sasu mom ke bade-bade chuttad ko pakad ke unko mere lund par uchaalne laga. Wo apne hath meri chhaati mein rakh kar lund par koodne lagi, aur chut chudwane lagi. Unke hilte hue boobs ko main apne mazboot hatho par lekar masalne laga, aur boobs dabate hue unke nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech lekar masalne laga.

Sasu mom ka jism akadne laga, aur main samajh gaya ki ab ye jhadne wali thi. Unko main fir apne muh mein bitha liya, aur jeebh se unki chut ko chodne laga. Sasu mom mujhe apni chut ka amrit pilane lagi.

Sasu mom mera bagal mein aa kar let gayi, aur lip kiss karke boli: Harsh tum bahut sexy ho. Tripti ke papa mujhe kabhi bhi satisfy nahi kar paye. Par tum mujhe wo de rahe ho jo mujhe aaj tak nahi mila.

Main fir wahan se uth kar apni biwi ke paas jqa kar so gaya. Fir subhe utha to main fir Ridhi ki naukrani se mila. To usne mujhe sasur ji ki doosri biwi ke baare mein bataya. Wo paas ke hi ek gift shop par kaam karti thi.

Main bhi waha kaam karne laga aur meri dosti Sugandha kanoi se ho gayi. Ab ye ek mauka tha ki main apne sasur ji ki doosri family ko jaan saku, aur paise ki gadbadi ke baare mein bhi pata kar saku.

Main Sugandha ke baare mein bata du. Uska figure 36-28-36 hai, aur hair zyada bade nahi hai aur halke brown hai. Zyada jeans aur tops hi pehna karti hai. Aur wo open minded thi. Wo hamesha mujhe bolti rehti thi ki tum shaadi kar lo, kyunki usko nahi pata tha ki main shaadi-shuda tha.

Hamari dosti aur gehri hoti gayi, aur wo apni family ke baare mein batane lagi, ki uski do betiyan thi. Ek ka naam Princy jo 1st year mein padhti thi, aur doosri Ruchi, jisne abhi graduation complete ki thi.

Par unhone kabhi bhi apne husband ke baare mein nahi bataya. Main unki birthday ka wait kar raha tha, ki kaise ek surprise party du. Aur fir wo wakt bhi jaldi aa gaya.

Main unko birthday par ek restaurant mein le gaya, aur sath kaam karne waale kuch aur logo. Ke sath birthday manaya. Sugandha kuch zyada hi khush thi. Fir sab ke jaane ke baad hum do hi bache the, to usne mujhse kaha-

Sugandha: Itna special to mujhe kisi ne bhi feel nahi karwaya (aur wo emotional ho kar mujhe lip kiss kar deti hai).

Fir unhone mujhe sorry kaha, aur bolne lagi: Please maaf kar do. Main emotional ho gayi thi kyunki main bahut akeli hu.

Fir Sugandha ne mujhse mere ghar ke baare mein poocha. To maine kaha ki main guest house mein rehta hu.

Unhone mujhe kaha: Tum aaj mere ghar chalo (aur mujhe ghar le jaati hai).

Sugandha jaise hi ghar ki bell bajati hai aur darwaza khulta hai, to maine dekha ki Sugandha ki chhoti beti darwaza kholne aayi thi. Wo sirf ek shameez aur panty pehni hui thi. Wo mujhe aur Sugandha ko sath dekh kar jaldi se apne room mein bhaag jati hai.

Fir Sugandha mujhe bolti hai: Ye ladkiyon ka ghar hai, to ye log aise hi kapde pehan kar rakhti hai.

Sugandha ne mujhe hall mein bithaya, aur fir fresh ho kar aayi. Fir hum sab Sugandha aur uski dono betiyon ne ek sath dinner kiya. Princy ko abhi bhi sharam aa rahi thi, aur wo nazar nahi mila paa rahi thi. Idhar main Ruchi ki jawani ko dekh raha tha Sugandha se nazar chhipa kar.

Dinner karne ke baad Sugandha ki betiyan apne apne kamre mein chali gayi, aur Sugandha mujhe guest room mein le gayi.

Wo boli: Jab bhi tumhara mann ho, yahan aa jana. Ye room ab tumhara personal room hai.

Main: Mujhe abhi aur baat karni hai tumse Sugandha. Aaj tumhara birthday hai. Main itni jaldi sona nahi chaahta hu.

Sugandha: Theek hai, tum mere hi bedroom mein aa jao. Wahan baith kar baat karte hai. Acha aur kon-kon hai tumhari family mein?

Main: Mere mummy-papa, bhaiya, bhabhi hai jo door rehte hai. Aur main bhi yahan akela hi hu. Achi job dhoondh raha tha, aur fir aap se dosti ho gayi.

Sugandha apne mann mein sochi ki ab main kapde change kaise karu, yahan to Harsh aa gaya. Fir wo boli-

Sugandha: Thoda ghoom jao Harsh, main kapde badal lu, aur fir baad mein baat karte hai.

Main: Oh ha! Bilkul!

Sugandha: Ab tum palat sakte ho Harsh! Thanks Harsh, par yahan ek hi kambal hai. Ek kaam karo, tum is kambal mein hi aa jao.

Hum dono ko baat karte-karte time ho gaya tha, aur main baat karte-karte sone ki acting karne laga.

Sugandha: Harsh tum so gaye ho kya? (Apne mann mein: Arre ye to yahan hi so gaya, aur kharraate bhar raha hai. Ab kya karu? Ek kaam karti hu main bhi so jati hu)

Aur fir usne apni bra ko khol kar takiye ke neeche rakh li, aur sone lagi.

Maine apne maan mein socha: Lagta hai ye Sugandha so gayi hai, aur ye itni hot hai, ki iske bagal mein hote hue main kaise so sakta hu?

Mera lund pant ke andar hi foola hua tha, aur main Sugandha ki gaand par apne lund ko uski nighty utha kar ghisne laga. Fir maine ek hath uske boobs par rakh diya. Uski boobs kitne komal, kitne bade aur rass-bhare the. Main unhe poori raat sehlana aur choosna chaahta tha.

Mujhe Sugandha ke chuttad ke upar lund ka ghisna kaafi acha lag raha tha. Mujhe nahi lagta ki mera lund isse pehle kabhi itna kadak hua hoga.

Sugandha (Apne maan mein): Aahh ye kya, ye to mere chuttad par lund ghis raha hai. Aur mere boobs se khel raha hai.

Sugandha: Hey, tum ye kya kar rahe ho? Hato yahan se.

Main: Main kya karu, jab se tumne mujhe kiss kiya hai, mere muh mein sirf tumhari lipstick ka swaad aa raha hai. Dekho mera ye lund kaise foola hua hai (aur main lund ke ubhaar ko pant ke upar se hi dikhane laga).

Sugandha: Ye theek nahi hai. Main ek shaadi-shuda aurat hu! Wo jo kiss tha, wo ek galti thi, aur main emotional ho gayi thi bas. Ab tum so jao Harsh. Kal subha job par bhi jana hai.

Main: Theek hai aap so jao.

Mujhe pata tha ki ab main Sugandha ko chod nahi paunga. Par main iski mast gaand ko ek baar aur dekhna chaahta tha. Maine fir se nighty upar kar di, aur apna chehra gaand ke paas laa kar soonghne laga. Main sirf ye gol-gol gaand ko dekhna hi nahi, choona aur chodna bhi chaahta tha. Fir maine apne lund ko pant se baahar karke gaand mein laga diya, aur fir se ghisne laga.

Sugandha: Harsh! Ye tum kya kar rahe ho fir se?

Main: Mujhe nahi pata mujhe kya ho gaya hai. Tumne mere lund ko kaafi bada aur mota kar diya hai. Main is tarah so nahi sakta.

Sugandha: Meri hi galti thi sab. Acha maine suna hai ki agar aadmi jhad na paye, to kya hota hai. Isliye main tumhe lund ragadne deti hu gaand par, jab tak ki tum jhad na jao.

Main: Thanks Sugandha, mere liye itna socha tumne.

Sugandha: Lekin sirf ragadna hai, ok?

Main: Bilkul! Thank you so much! Kya tum thodi jhuk jaogi, taaki main lund ko tumhare chuttad ke beech gaand ke chhed ke upar ragad saku (Wo jhuk gayi).

Main: Oh god Sugandha, bahut acha lag raha hai gaand par lund ragad ke. Kitne soft komal hai tumhare ye chuttad aahhhh maza aa raha hai.

Main uski panty ko thoda side kiya, aur gaand ke chhed aur chut bhi dikhne lagi. Ab mujhse raha nahi gaya, to main uski chut mein kiss karne laga.

Sugandha: Ye tum kya kar rahe ho Harsh?

Main: Mujhe maaf kariye, par main hamesha chut ke baare mein sochta tha ki chut kaisi hoti hogi? Uska swaad kaisa hota hai? Aur ab aapki chut ko dekh kar main apne aap ko rok nahi sakta. Isko choosna chaahta hu, aur chut ke andar ghusna chaahta hu.

Sugandha: Ye galat hai, par ek kaam kar sakti hu main. Tumhe main jhada sakti hu. Meri dono chuchiyon ke beech lund ghisne se tum jhad jaoge, aur tumhe aaram mil jayega.

Sugandha apni nighty khol kar sirf ek panty mein mere saamne thi. Fir main uske upar aa gaya, aur apna lund dono chuchiyon ke beech rakh kar hilane laga.

Sugandha: Ye tumhara lund kaafi sookha hua hai. Ruko main kuch karti hu.

Aur fir lund ko muh mein lekar, geela karke, fir apni chuchi ke beech laga kar daba deti hai.

Main: Aahhh maza aa gaya. Tumhare ye komal boobs mere lund ko maza de rahe hai. Mast ho raha hu main. Ohhh main jhadne wala hu.

Maine ek zor ki pichkari maar kar uske chehre aur chuchi par apna maal gira diya.

Sugandha: Tumhe jhadne se pehle batana chahiye tha, ki tum aisa karne waale ho. Ab chhodho ye sab, aur ab to tum santusht ho. Ab tum so sakte ho aaram se.

Main: Par mera lund abhi bhi khada hai. Apna hath laga kar dekho. Aur main ek mard banna chaahta hu. Main abhi bhi kuwara hu.

Sugandha: Acha theek hai, par ye baat kisi ko bhi pata nahi chalni chahiye (Aur fir usne apne pair ko faila diye lund andar lene ke liye).

Main: Main andar daal raha hu.

Aur ek jhatke mein mera lund andar chala gaya.

Main: Kaisa lag raha hai tumhe?

Sugandha: Haa theek hai. Kyunki ye pehli baar hai, aaram se karna. Haa aise hi. Haa ye theek hai. Karte raho, aur andar daalo.

Main: Ye to swarg hai. Oh Sugandha, tumne mujhe mard banaya hai. Tumhari chut ne mera kunwarapan toda hai aaahhhh aahhh.

Aur main apne sasur ji ki doosri biwi Sugandha kanoi ko chodne laga. Abhi mera plan to bahut aage tak ka tha.

To be continued…

Pichle part mein aap logon ne padha, ki kaise main Pummy ko chodne ke baad sasur ji ki doosri biwi Sugandha ke sath kaam karne laga. Fir dosti se hum ek-doosre ke kareeb aate gaye, aur fir main usko uske hi ghar par chodne mein kamyaab ho gaya. Ab aage:-

Sugandha aur meri chudai poori raat chali. Fir hum dono ek-doosre ke itne zyada kareeb aa gaye, ki wo apne secrets jaise ghar uske husband Kailash ne banwa ke diya, aur acha bank balance bhi diya, ye sab batane lagi.

Sugandha ne bataya ki ab unke husband jail mein the, aur unki ek aur biwi bhi thi. Unse pata chala ki unke husband Kailash purane ghar par jisme police ne taala laga diya tha, usme unka ek private room tha, aur wo ghanto us room ko band karke akele rehte the.

Ye baat sun kar mere dimag ne kaam karna shuru kiya, ki kahin wo bank ka paisa us room mein hi to nahi tha. Par ab dikkat ye thi ki police ne to us ghar par taala laga rakha tha.

Hum dono ne baat karte-karte fir lip kiss karna shuru kar diya. Unki bra ke andar jaise hi maine hath dala, baahar zor-zor se ladayi ki awaaz aane lagi. Main jaise hi baahar gaya to dekha Princy aur Ruchi mein ladayi ho rahi thi.

Sugandha ne mujhe kaha ki ye to unka roz ka hi tha. Maine dono ko manaya, aur fir main Princy ko uske kamre mein le gaya, aur poochne laga ki kyun ladayi kar rahi thi?

Princy ne kaha: Ruchi mujhe bolti hai ki tum ladki nahi ladka ho. Isliye ladayi ho rahi thi. Aur uska khud ka to koi boyfriend hai nahi, wo to badi hai mujhse, fir bhi. To wo hai ladka.

Maine Princy aur Ruchi ki ladayi apne faide ke liye istemal karne ki sochi.

Main Princy se bola: Ruchi ko agar neecha dikhana hai, to tumhe kuch aisa karna hoga ki usko lage ki tumhara bhi boyfriend hai.

Princy soch mein pad gayi, aur fir main bola: Ek kaam karo, tum meri chhaati par kiss karo, jahan mere nipple hai. Fir selfie lekar Ruchi ko send kar do.

Maine apni t-shirt kholi, aur Princy ne apni jeebh nikaal kar mere nipple ko chaat-te hue photo li. Fir photo Ruchi ko send kar di. Ruchi ko shock laga aur wo fir Princy ke paas aayi aur boli-

Ruchi: Acha batao lip kiss kaise hote hai? Aur jab boobs dabata hai ladka, to kaisa lagta hai?

Princy chup ho gayi, aur Ruchi uska mazaak bana kar chali gayi. Mujhe baad mein ye baat Princy ne batayi to main usko kaha-

Main: Main tumhe sab sikha doonga, aur Ruchi ko hum prove kar denge.

Idhar main Ruchi ke paas gaya, aur usse poocha, to wo gusse se laal thi.

Wo boli: Princy ka boyfriend hai, aur mera nahi (aur saari baat batai Princy ki).

Maine usko bhi kaha: Ek kaam karo, tum Princy ko jhooth hi bolo ki tumhara boyfriend hai, aur mere sath photos lekar usko de do. Tumhe Princy se zyada karna hoga tab Princy maanegi.

Usne fir mere hath apne tops ke andar dalwa kar, selfie lekar, jisme mera chehra nahi tha, wo Princy ko send kar di. Aise karte-karte Princy aur Ruchi se main lip kiss se lekar lund tak chuswane laga. Main fir ek din Princy ke room mein gaya, aur Princy se lund chuswa raha tha. Jab wo garam ho gayi, to main uski panty khol kar uski chut ko choosne laga.

Uski chut chhoti si thi, aur paani chhodhne lagi thi. Main uski chut ko choosne laga, aur ek ungli daal kar andar-baahar karne laga. Fir maine uske upar aa kar uske dono pair ko failaya, aur apna lund uski chut mein set karke dhakka laga diya.

Princy ki dard bhari cheekh nikalne lagi, aur wo mujhe dhakka dekar hatane lagi. Wo bolne lagi ki main usko chhodh du. Usko bahut zyada dard ho raha tha.

Main uski chut mein lund dheere-dheere andar-baahar karne laga, aur usko chodte raha. Uski dard bhari aahen nikalne lagi-

Princy: Aahh aahhh mujhe dard ho raha hai. Please chhodh do, main bardasht nahi kar paa rahi hu. Please aaah main aaahhh aahhhh.

Maine chodne ki speed thodi aur tez kar di, aur lund uski chut ke andar ache se sama chuka tha. Ab main ruk kar usko dekhte hue bola-

Main: Ab hum real mein boyfriend aur girlfriend hai.

Princy: Haa ab aap hi mere boyfriend ho. Aap hi mere mard ho. Main aapki hu. Aap se shaadi kar loongi main. Ab hilao na, lund ruk kyun gaye.

Main: Haa main tumhe chod raha hu.

Aur maine fir se Princy ki chut mein lund hilana shuru kar diya.

Princy: Aaahhh, maza aa raha hai. Aise hi karte raho aap, aahh aahhh. Meri chut paani chodh rahi hai aahhhh uffff sssssss. Main jhad gayi hu.

Princy jhadne ke baad sust ho gayi, aur main fir se uske muh mein lund daal kar chuswane laga. Main uske muh ko chodne laga. Kuch 10 minutes baad main uske muh ke andar hi jhad gaya.

Princy ne mera saara lund ka paani apne muh ke andar le liya, aur mere lund ko choos kar saaf kiya. Usne ek photo li lund ko muh mein lekar aur doosri photo jab lund chut ke andar tha, aur wo photos Ruchi ko send kar di.

Mujhe pata tha ki ab ye photo dekh kar Ruchi ki chut bhi paani chhodhne lagi hogi, aur usko chodna bhi ab asaan ho jayega. Main fir raat hone ka intezaar karne laga, aur fir raat ko hum sab ne ek sath dinner kiya. Sugandha ne zyada hi daaru pee li, aur maine usko room mein sulaya. Fir main Ruchi ke room mein chala gaya.

Ruchi ne mujhe room ke baahar hi rok diya, to maine usko kaha: Drink karogi?

To wo maan gayi aur mujhe andar lekar room lock kar di. Ruchi ko main hard pack bana kar dene laga, aur khud ke liye thoda soft. Kuch hi der mein Ruchi ko nasha hone laga. Main fir boyfriend wali baat uske sath karne laga to wo boli-

Ruchi: Princy mere se chhoti ho kar bhi uska boyfriend hai, aur wo chudai bhi karwati hai. Par main aaj tak kuwari hi hu.

Fir Ruchi ne wo hi photo dikhayi jo Princy ne Ruchi ko send ki thi aur main bola: Lagta hai Princy kaafi dino se boyfriend se sex kar rahi hai.

Ruchi ko aur jalan hone lagi, aur daaru ka nasha bhi ho raha tha.

Fir maine kaha: Tum bhi send kar do photos mere sath aisi position bana kar. Usko lagega ki tumhara bhi boyfriend hai.

Maine jaise hi kaha, Ruchi ne ek-dum se khud ke kapde khole aur idhar main bhi apne kapde khol kar nanga ho gaya. Ruchi ko main dekhta hi reh gaya. Kya mast patakha lag rahi thi wo.

Uske 34 inch ke gol-gol boobs par halke brown nipple aur boobs par ek chhota sa kaala til. Ruchi ke lambe kaale baal jo uske chehre par aa rahe the, aur 26 ki kamar. Bilkul mast patakha lag rahi thi wo.

Ruchi ko maine ghutno mein bitha kar apna lund chuswaya aur photos li. Wo mast ho kar mere lund ko muh mein lene lagi, jo usne pehle bhi kiya tha mere sath. Par aaj main itne mein rukne wala nahi tha.

Main: Aah Ruchi, chooso mere lund ko. Apne boyfriend ka lund chooso aaahhh.

Aur wo slurp slurp ki awaaz ke sath mera lund choos kar mujhe aanand de rahi thi. Fir usne mere lund ki gotiyon ko muh mein le liya, aur choosne lagi. Mujhe thoda dard bhi hua, to maine usko bed par lita diya. Fir Ruchi ki chut par jeebh laga kar choosne laga.

Ruchi ka nasha aur badhne laga, aur mere chut choosne ke kaaran uska sex ka nasha daaru ke nashe ke sath badhte jaa raha tha. Main uske g-spot par apni jeebh ferne laga. Fir jaise hi maine g-spot ko choosna shuru kiya, Ruchi ek-dum se machal gayi. Wo apni chut ko mere muh mein dhakelne lagi.

Usne mere sar ko apne hatho se apni chut mein dabana shuru kar diya, aur main apni ek ungli uski chut ke andar daal kar andar-baahar karne laga. Maine dekha ki wo ek hath se mera sar daba rahi thi, aur doosre se apne boobs masal rahi thi.

Ruchi ke muh se aahen nikalne lagi. Uska jism akadne laga, aur iske sath hi Ruchi ab mujhe apna amrit pilane lagi. Uski chut ne apni malayi mere muh mein chhodhna shuru kar diya.

Ruchi ke dono pair ko main ache se pakad kar uski chut choose jaa raha tha. Fir chut ko choos ke ache se saaf kiya, aur fir uske paas aa kar ek baar aur lund chuswaya usse. Fir main usko kheench kar bed ke kone par le aaya, aur neeche khada ho kar, uske dono pairon ko kandhe mein lekar, uski chut mein lund set kiya.

Ruchi: Ye kya kar rahe ho aap? Andar nahi daalna aap. Hum dono sirf dikhawa kar rahe hai, ki mera boyfriend hai.

Main: Arre haa, par photo lene ke liye lund ko thoda aisa dikhana hoga ki andar hai. Nahi to Princy ko pata chal jayega, aur wo tum par hasne lagegi.

Ruchi: Mujhe apni hassi nahi udwani. Ab mujhe usko dikhana hai ki mera bhi boyfriend hai, aur main sex bhi karti hu.

Main fir se Ruchi ki chut mein lund set kiya, aur lund ka ek zor ka dhakka laga diya. Ruchi ki to chut fatne ke sath uske muh se zor ki cheekh nikli. Par maine koi parwah nahi ki, aur dhakka laga diya.

Ruchi ka jism kaampne laga, aur dard se uske aankhon se aansu aane laga. Mere har ek jhatka ke sath Ruchi ki aah nikal rahi thi. Aur main lagataar uski chut mein bina ruke lund andar-baahar karke usko chod raha tha.

Ruchi mujhe dhakka de kar hatane ki koshish zaroor kar rahi thi. Par main usko ab chhodhna nahi balki chodna chaahta tha. Uski chut fach-fach ki awaaz ke sath mere liye chudai ko aanandit bana rahi thi.

Kuch hi der mein Ruchi ka rona band ho gaya, aur wo ab virodh bhi karna band karke apni aankhon ko band karke chudai karwa rahi thi. Maine fir uske pair ko bed ke neeche latka diya, aur main khud uske upar aa kar uske boobs masalte hue usko chodne laga.

Main bolne laga: Ab tum meri ho Ruchi. Tum hi meri real girlfriend ho.

Ruchi ab aah aah karke bas chudai ka maza le rahi thi, aur kamuk awaaz nikaal rahi thi. Maine apna lund baahar kheencha aur Ruchi ke muh mein daal diya. Fir lund par lagi Ruchi ki malayi ko Ruchi ne chaat kar saaf kiya.

Fir maine usko meri pasand ki doggy position mein kiya, aur uski gol gaand dekhta hi reh gaya. Ek baar to mann kiya ki Ruchi ki gaand par hi lund daal du. Fir maine uski gaand ko kiss karke apna lund chut mein daal diya.

Ruchi ki kamar pakad kar main uski chut maarne laga, aur uski cheekh fir ek baar baahar aane lagi. Par Ruchi ab bilkul mera sath de rahi thi chudai mein. Kareeb 15 minutes se bhi zyada der ye chudai chalti rahi.

Main ab jhadne ko hua, aur mera lund halka kaamp kar uski chut ke andar hi apni malayi daal kar jhad gaya. Maine Ruchi ko hug kiya aur uske upar hi let gaya. Hum dono poori raat ek sath sote rahe, aur raat ko 2 baar aur hum dono ki chudai hui. Fir subha jaldi se main apne personal room mein chala gaya jo mujhe Sugandha ne diya tha.

Subhe main Sugandha ke room mein gaya, to dekha ki wo kaam par jaane ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi. Mujhe dekhte hi wo mujhe hug karke lip kiss karne lagi. Fir hum dono ek sath kaam pe chale gaye.

Main waha gift shop par kaam kar hi raha tha ki Advocate Gunjan ka message aaya ki aaj court mein sunwayi thi. Main turant wahan se court chala gaya, aur wahan ek ladka meri aur daudta hua aa raha tha. Maine dekha ki ek ladies security guard uske peeche daud rahi thi. Maine jhat se us ladke ko daud ke pakad liya, aur fir wo security guard ne mujhe thanks kaha, aur bataya ki wo ladka ek naami chor tha.

Main fir court room ke andar gaya jahan sasur ji ke case par sunwayi chal rahi thi. Mujhe zyada kuch to samajh nahi aaya, aur wahan dekha ki Advocate Gunjan se ek aurat aur ek aadmi shayad uska pati hoga, wo baat kar rahe the.

Kuch der baad Gunjan mere paas aayi aur mujhe apne sath khud ke office le gayi. Fir case ke baare mein batane lagi ki sasur ji ko bachana bahut muskil tha. Kyunki jitne bhi proof the, usse yahin lag raha tha ki sasur ji ne hi paise ki gadbadi ki thi.

Gunjan ne aage kaha: Agar Ridhi ya sasur ji ki biwi gawahi de, to kuch raahat mil sakti hai.

Fir maine unko sasur ji ki doosri biwi ke baare mein bhi bataya. Par doosri biwi ko sab ke saamne laana muskil tha. Hum dono ye sab baat kar hi rahe the ki meri nazar baar-baar Gunjan ke boobs par jaa rahi thi. Usne is samay ek white shirt aur ek skirt pehna hua tha.

Gunjan ne bhi mujhe uske boobs dekhte dekh liya tha, aur wo thodi muskura bhi rahi thi jab hamari nazar milti. Usne ye bhi kaha ki sasur ji ki property nilam hone wali thi, aur do din baad ka date bataya.

Main aur Gunjan paper work ko lekar taiyaari karne lage, ki aage ki sunwayi kaise hogi. To Gunjan ne sasu mom ko gawahi ke liye taiyaar karne ko kaha. Paper work ke waqt kayi baar maine Gunjan ko touch kiya, aur ek baar to jab wo paper jhuk kar almirah se nikaal rahi thi, to maine uski gaand mein lund ragad diya, aur aisa dikhaya ki mujhe kuch pata hi nahi.

Mujhe ye pata tha ki Gunjan ko patana zaroori tha. Yahi thi, jo case ko hamare favour mein kar sakti thi. Aur ab to mujhe bhi mann tha ki Gunjan jaisi ladki ko apne lund par uchaalu.

To be continued…

Hello, everyone. I am Author, and I am writing about an incident that occurred in 2022. I am sharing one of my sexual encounters after a few years.

This is the first part of the story, and it won’t have too many explicit sexual details. However, it will provide insight into how we led up to our passionate and amazing sex.

I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown man. I lived in Pune for a few years, but since the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been staying in Kolkata. I started using dating apps when I was back in Pune. After moving back to my hometown, I stayed with my family, so my dating life wasn’t as active as it was in Pune. Nevertheless, I had a decent dating and sex life.

I was in my late twenties when I met a woman named Maanvi (not her real name), who was 34 years old. I was attracted to her at first glance – she was a bit short, very fair-skinned, and had a short neck.

I sent her a special note (I had a premium account on Tinder) and hoped we would match. At the time, I was getting quite a few matches, but most of them were looking for marriage, which wasn’t something I was interested in. A few days passed, and after almost two weeks, we matched.

I was happy that we matched, but I was also disappointed that she didn’t initiate a conversation on Tinder. Two days went by, and then I sent her a message on Tinder. Our conversation went like this:

Me: I’m happy we matched, but I’m sad you didn’t text me first.

Maanvi: You’re younger than me, so I thought you might not be interested (Tum mujhse chote ho, to mujhe laga tum interested nehi hoge).

Me: I know you’re older than me, but I’m attracted to you (Mujhe pata hai tum mujhse badi ho, par mujhe tum pasand ho).

Maanvi: But I’m not 34; I’m 38 (Main 34 ki nahi, 38 ki hoon).

Me: That’s okay, let’s not focus on me. Do you have any issues? I’m interested in you (Mujhe tum pasand ho, tum batao tumhe koi dikkat).

Maanvi: No, but I’m married (Nehi, par main shadi shuda hun).

Me: As long as you don’t have a problem, I like you (Jab tak tumhe koi problem nahi, mujhe tum bahut pasand ho).

It was a short conversation, but a good one. We had to end our conversation because her husband came home. She told me she would text me the next day.

In the evening, I received a text from her. I was happy that we were enjoying each other’s conversation. I made it clear that I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship or anything like that, and she agreed, saying that if the vibe was good, she was okay with it.

We discussed many things. As a Bengali, I asked her if she could speak in Bengali, and she told me that her husband could speak fluent Bengali because he was born and raised in Kolkata, but she couldn’t. She understood Bengali but could only speak in bits and pieces. Then I asked her if they ate non-vegetarian food, and she mentioned that they did, but only at restaurants.

I asked her why she was on dating apps, and she explained that there was a neighbor who tried to seduce her husband and frame her as having a psychological disorder. She also mentioned that she was staying with her husband because of their two children; otherwise, she would have separated. Initially, she told me she was just looking for a friend and some flirting over text.

Almost a week went by, and we planned to meet. Bear with me as I continue the story.

We planned to meet around 12 pm, but suddenly, around 10 am, she told me that her husband had come home, and she couldn’t meet me. I thought she was just wasting my time, but I had already informed my parents that I was visiting a mall in Newtown, and I had work from home that day. So, despite her canceling the plan, I decided to go anyway. I thought she wasn’t brave enough, and I would stop talking to her.

Then, around 11:45 am, she called me, and I told her that I was still visiting the mall. She shouted at me, asking why I didn’t inform her that I was going anyway. I explained that she had already canceled the plan because her husband was home, so I didn’t expect her to come. She mentioned that her husband had just left, and she would be coming to the mall in some time. I was a bit excited but also a bit scared.

I went to the mall a bit late and reached around 12:30 pm. We had planned to meet at a mall in Newtown, Kolkata. She arrived around 12:45 pm. The moment we met, she started arguing with me about why I didn’t inform her that I was still visiting the mall. I found her attractive, with her short height, fair skin, and short neck.

I was firm that I wasn’t at fault and explained to her that it wasn’t either of our mistakes. Then, I started flirting with her a bit, and we were getting cozy and sitting together. We had a walk holding hands at the rooftop. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, and she was leaning against me. I was getting turned on badly.

As we sat down, I held her left hand with my right hand over the table and gazed at her. We were in the food court, and with my left hand, I tightly squeezed her inner thigh. A moan escaped her lips, and I must say it was one of the sexiest moans I had ever heard. She held my hand and whispered, “Aur zor se dabao, Author” (Press harder, Author).

I was now turned on as hell. I squeezed her inner thighs with more pressure, and she closed her eyes, leaning on my left shoulder. The mall’s food court was mostly empty, being a weekday afternoon. She was saying, “Ahh…” and her voice was so sexy in those moans. I told her about my intention of kissing her, and she agreed.

We decided to walk and find a place with no CCTV cameras. We found a spot near the stairs and stopped there. We kissed, and it was a good kiss. I squeezed her ass while kissing and put my saliva in her mouth. The kiss was a bit short, and we returned to our table. Our conversations turned a bit sexual.

Later that evening, we had some great conversations. We were texting each other, and it was purely sexual conversations. She told me she wouldn’t send me any nude pictures, but then she surprised me by flashing her breasts. She covered her face and was laughing. I was happy and told her how much I loved her breasts, and now my lust had grown.

I asked her to show me more, and she was showing me her body. Her breasts were fairer, and she was showing me the outer portion of her nipple. The scene was sexy. She was wearing a chudidar, and she showed me her navel, circling around the navel hole with her finger. I asked her to show me her pussy, but she refused initially.

However, she started opening her chudidar and dropped her trousers. She was wearing a printed panty, and seeing her fair legs, I was hard. I wanted her to bang me so bad. She asked me if I wanted to see her pussy, and I said yes. She said she felt a bit ashamed, being a married woman, but then she giggled.

She took her panties down a bit and inserted her two fingers inside her pussy. I’m not sure, but I felt her panties were a bit wet. We used to have 12-15 minute video calls, and she would showcase her assets. Sometimes she wore a chudidar, and sometimes she wore a maxi. I loved when she wore a maxi, and I loved the way she took her maxi up to show me her thighs, navel, and panties.

After around 5-6 days, I told her that I wanted to have sex with her. She said, “Hmmm, to yeh tha tumhare dimag me, chee” (So this was in your mind, chee). I was puzzled, and she started laughing, telling me to say it in Bengali in a dirty manner. I said, “Maanvi, tomar chudte chaee, jore jore chudte chaee” (Maanvi, I want to fuck you, fuck you hard). She nodded her head with a cunning smile.

I’ll continue the story in the next part, which will be more descriptive about the sex I had with Maanvi.

I’m a straight male author, and I welcome feedback and connections from my readers. If you’d like to reach out to me, you can contact me at: [email protected]

In a small village near Dharke, Nepal, the night was cold and dark. December wind howled outside Samarthya’s little house, rattling the wooden shutters and slipping through the cracks like icy fingers. Inside his room, past 11 PM, the village was dead quiet, lost in sleep—but not him. Samarthya, young and restless, just a teenager, hid under a thick, scratchy blanket, his naked body pressed against the warm fabric.

His phone glowed bright in his hand, a secret window in the dark. He scrolled through a fake Instagram account—no one in the village knew it was him. Just a made-up name, a hidden place to stare at hot girls. The screen lit up his face—sharp jawline, brown skin, a few pimples dotting his cheeks. Pictures and videos flashed by: girls with juicy lips, tight tops hugging their curves, bodies that made his throat go dry. One danced slow, her hips rolling like a tease, her eyes daring him. Another posed in a thin saree, wet and clinging, showing every line of her. Samarthya’s mouth parted, his breath hitching as he stared.

He was built strong—athletic from football at school, his arms and legs hard with muscle, his chest tight from running the field. Under the blanket, he was burning up. Sweat trickled down his forehead, sticking his messy hair to his skin, even though the air outside was freezing. The blanket grazed his bare body, rough against his thighs, his chest, making him shift and twitch with every move.

His eyes locked on the hot girls, and his hand slid down, slow and deliberate. He grabbed his seven-inch-long cock, thick and pulsing in his grip. He stroked it gently at first, his thumb brushing the tip, feeling it slicken with every teasing pass. His breath caught, a low hum in his throat as the wet heat spread. The girls on the screen—those dark eyes, those naughty smiles—called to him, begged him to keep going. His fingers tightened, sliding down the length, then up again, slow and firm. His tip glistened more, a bead of precum catching the phone’s glow. He smeared it with a lazy swirl, his hips twitching up into his hand.

His heart slammed against his ribs, his body wound tight, every nerve alive. He bit his lip hard, tasting salt, a soft groan slipping free as he watched the reels. Then, right on the edge, a thought stabbed through the fog: What if I looked up my sisters? Sumi and Sristi, his older sisters, far away in Kathmandu. Sumi with her engineering books, Sristi learning to be a nurse.

Then His hand paused, slick and trembling, but the heat wouldn’t let go. Sisters? It felt wrong, dirty, but it stuck like glue. He licked his dry lips, a shiver of guilt mixing with the ache, and typed Sumi’s name. Her account popped up—private, a locked door. He frowned, annoyed, his cock still throbbing in his grip. Then he searched Sristi. When her profile loaded, his eyes widened, his breath stopped. Sristi was big on Instagram—over 20,000 followers. Her posts hit him like a punch: seductive, bold, all skin and tease. Tight tops barely holding her in, short skirts riding up her thighs, poses that screamed for attention.

Anger flared first, hot and sour in his chest. What the hell is she doing? His jaw tightened, his brows knitting as he glared at the screen. His own sister, showing off like that—half-naked for strangers to drool over. It made him sick, his stomach twisting with disgust. She’s family, not some cheap slut. He scrolled anyway, unable to stop. Her glossy lips in one shot, pouting just for the camera. Her hips in another, cocked to the side, barely covered. The anger started to slip, melting into something else—something dark and hungry. His frown softened, his eyes grew heavy-lidded. She’s… hot. The thought crept in, shameful but thrilling. His hand moved again, stroking slow at first, then picking up speed, the slick sound soft under the blanket.

Then he hit gold—one post where Sristi was twerking. Her ass bounced and swayed, slow and dirty, the video looping that perfect shake. Samarthya’s mouth went dry, his pupils blown wide. Goddamn. His excitement spiked, a shiver racing down his spine. He stroked faster now, his fist pumping hard, the wet heat building. His other hand clutched the phone, shaky, as he opened the comments, greedy for more. They were nasty—“Look at that slut shake it,” one guy wrote. “Bet she’s loose after all that,” another typed. “Dirty bitch begging for it,” a third spat. Crude, degrading, tearing her down. His chest heaved, his mind screaming that’s my sister—but it only made him hotter. The shame twisted into a sick rush, his grunts louder, deeper, his balls tightening as he chased the edge.

His hips rocked up, desperate, his hand a blur now, slick and relentless. Every stroke dragged a ragged breath from him, his abs clenching under the blanket. His tip swelled, leaking more, the heat unbearable. He couldn’t hold it—his eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and with a loud, raw grunt, he came hard. The orgasm exploded through him, electric and wild, his cum shooting out in thick, hot spurts. It hit his chest, splattering across his sweaty skin, some streaking up to his collarbone, warm and sticky as it dripped down his sides. His body shook, thighs trembling, a low moan spilling out as the high pulsed through him, slow to fade.

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Aishwarya Gowda is a woman of unparalleled beauty. Her air of dominance captivated all who laid eyes on her. She strolled into the dimly lit bar, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She exuded confidence, her long, dark hair cascading down her back, framing her flawless features. With a subtle smirk playing on her lips, she knew the power she held over men. Tonight, she intended to use it to her advantage.

The bar was filled with a hushed murmur, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. As Aishwarya approached the counter, heads turned, and conversations paused. She was a vision, dressed in a form-fitting little black dress. It accentuated her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

Her boyfriend was unaware of her plans for the evening. He was waiting for her at their usual spot, a private booth in the corner.

She approached the bartender, a tall, muscular man with piercing eyes. “A glass of your finest champagne, please,” she purred. Her voice was like silk, sending a shiver down his spine. The bartender admired her poise and how she carried herself with grace.

“Of course, Miss. Coming right up.” He moved swiftly, fetching the champagne, and poured it into a chilled flute. His eyes never left Aishwarya’s captivating face.

As she took the glass, their fingers brushed, and a spark of electricity passed between them. Aishwarya’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in their depths.

“Thank you, darling. You’ve been most accommodating.” She leaned in, her lips mere inches from his ear, and whispered, “I might just need your services again later.”

The bartender’s breath hitched, his heart racing. He watched as Aishwarya sauntered away. Her hips swayed seductively, the promise of what would come lingering in the air.

Reaching the secluded booth, she found her boyfriend, Raj, waiting patiently. His eyes lit up at the sight of her. He stood to pull out her chair, a gentlemanly gesture she adored.

“You’re late, my love,” Raj said, his voice laced with concern. “I was beginning to worry.”

Aishwarya smiled, her red lips curving perfectly. “My apologies, darling. I got held up by a rather charming bartender.” She winked, sipping her champagne, enjoying the bubbles dancing on her tongue.

Raj’s eyebrows shot up, curious and jealousy crossing his face. “Oh? And did this bartender manage to quench your thirst?”

“Not entirely,” she replied, her voice dropping to a husky tone. “But I feel you’re up for satisfying my cravings.”

Raj’s gaze intensified, his desire for her evident. “Always, my love. But first, tell me, what’s on your mind tonight? You have a particular glint in your eye.”

Aishwarya leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, her eyes never leaving Raj’s. “I have a confession to make, my dear boyfriend. I have a craving, a desire that’s been building inside me for some time now.”

Intrigued, Raj leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers. “A craving? Do tell, Aishwarya. You know I aim to please.”

“I want to explore, Raj,” she whispered, her voice laced with passion. “I want to indulge in the art of oral pleasure. To taste and be tasted, to feel the raw, unadulterated ecstasy that comes with it.”

Raj’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement flashing across his face. “Oral fixation, hmm? I must admit, I’ve always admired your boldness, Aishwarya. And I’m more than willing to explore this craving of yours.”

Aishwarya’s smile grew, her fingers reaching out to caress his cheek. “I knew you’d understand. But tonight, I want to take charge. I want to show you how much pleasure I can give and receive.”

Without waiting for a response, Aishwarya stood, her movements graceful. She moved to kneel before Raj, her eyes never leaving his. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles beneath her palms. She slowly began to inch her way up his legs.

Raj’s breath quickened, his body tensing in anticipation. “Aishwarya, what are you—?”

“Shh,” she whispered, placing a finger on his lips. “Let me show you, darling. Let me take you on a journey of sensual exploration.”

With deliberate slowness, Aishwarya unbuttoned his pants, her eyes never leaving his, a challenge in her gaze. She pulled down his zipper, her fingers brushing against his hardening length, and freed him from his confines. Raj’s breath caught as Aishwarya’s warm breath caressed his exposed flesh.

“You’re so beautiful, Raj,” she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire. “So hard and ready for me.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his erection, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. Raj’s hands clenched the table, his body trembling. Aishwarya’s tongue darted out, teasingly licking the underside of his shaft.

“Oh, Aishwarya,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as she took him into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around him.

Aishwarya savoured the taste of him, her tongue swirling and flicking, her lips sliding up and down, creating a wet, sensual rhythm. She moaned softly, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, as she took him deeper, her fingers gently caressing his balls.

“You’re incredible,” Raj gasped, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair, urging her on. “I can’t believe I’ve never experienced this side of you before.”

Aishwarya pulled back, her lips glistening, and a satisfied smile appeared. “There’s so much more to discover, my love. But first, I want to taste every inch of you.”

With that, she began to explore. Her tongue traced patterns on his inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses as she made her way up his body. Raj’s hands roamed over her, caressing her curves. She straddled him, her dress riding up her thighs.

“Mmm, Aishwarya, you’re driving me wild,” he whispered. His lips found her neck, his teeth gently grazing her sensitive skin.

She giggled a playful sound, reaching for his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. “Oh, we’re just getting started, my love. I have plans for this gorgeous body of yours.”

As she spoke, Aishwarya pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his toned chest. She kissed her way down his torso, her tongue leaving a wet trail until she reached his navel. She lingered, her breath hot against his skin.

“I want to hear you moan, Raj,” she whispered, her breath tickling his belly button. “I want to drive you to the edge of sanity with my mouth.”

With that, she took him into her mouth again, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. Her hands cupped his buttocks, pulling him closer. Raj’s head fell back, his hands gripping the booth’s cushions. He surrendered to the pleasure Aishwarya was delivering.

“Oh, Aishwarya, I’m so close,” he panted, his body trembling. “Don’t stop, please.”

Aishwarya’s eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up at him, her lips never leaving his length. She increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly, her tongue dancing over his sensitive spots.

“Cum for me, my love,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his shaft. “Let me feel your release.”

Raj’s body tensed, his breathing ragged, as he teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. “Aishwarya, I—” A guttural groan cut off his words as he climaxed. His release was hot and intense, filling Aishwarya’s mouth.

She savoured his taste, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. Raj slumped back in the booth. His body had a satisfied smile on his face.

“My God, Aishwarya,” he breathed, reaching out to pull her up for a kiss. “That was… extraordinary.”

Aishwarya giggled, her lips still tasting of him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, my love. But we’re not done yet. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her exquisite lingerie. Raj’s eyes widened, and his desire reignited at the sight of her.

“I think it’s time I tasted you, Aishwarya,” he said, his voice thick with want. “I want to explore every inch of your beautiful body.”

Aishwarya’s eyes smouldered with anticipation as she leaned back, offering herself to him. “Take me, my love. Show me what you’ve got.”

Raj’s lips curved into a devilish smile as he leaned forward. His hands gently gripped her thighs, spreading them apart. He lowered his head, his breath ghosting over her core, sending shivers through her body.

“Oh, Raj,” she whispered, her back arching slightly as his tongue flicked out, teasing her pussy. “Yes, right there.”

Raj’s mouth claimed her, his tongue delving deep, his lips suckling her sensitive bud. Aishwarya moaned, her hands gripping the booth’s cushions, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“You taste so sweet, Aishwarya,” he murmured between licks and kisses. “I could do this all night.”

Aishwarya’s breath came in short gasps. Raj’s tongue worked its magic, his fingers joining in, exploring her wetness, stroking her in perfect rhythm.

“Oh, yes, Raj,” she panted, her hips moving in time with his fingers. “Don’t stop, please.”

Raj’s mouth never left her, his tongue and fingers working in unison, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Aishwarya’s body trembled her orgasm building, her moans filling the booth.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Raj, please, don’t stop.”

Raj’s determination intensified, his tongue and fingers working feverishly, pushing her over the edge. Aishwarya cried out, her body convulsing in pleasure, her juices flowing freely as her orgasm washed over her.

Raj continued to lavish attention on her, his tongue lapping up her essence. His fingers stroked her softly until her tremors subsided.

“You’re incredible, Aishwarya,” he whispered, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Aishwarya smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “Neither have I, my love. But I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

As they sat there, breathless and satisfied, Aishwarya’s mischievous smile returned. ” I think I might just need that bartender’s services after all. Care to join me?”

Raj’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face. “Aishwarya, you never cease to amaze me. Lead the way, my love. I’m all yours.”

With that, they left the booth, hand in hand, ready to embark on the next chapter of their erotic adventure, fueled by Aishwarya’s insatiable oral fixation.

To be continued.

This is the true story of Aishwarya Gowda. Her boyfriend’s name has been changed. I’m not into threesomes. She asked me to pen the story. I did as she asked.

I’m Shiv. This is a fictional BDSM story. I am a guy.

Those struggling to write stories can contact me at [email protected], and I will help you. An interesting submissive girl who wishes to fulfil their fantasies can contact me.

My name is Karan, and I want to narrate the story of my dad’s affair with our maid.

I was around 18-19 years old at the time, and my friends introduced me to the world of pornography, so I knew a lot about sex and orgasms.

Coming to my story, my dad, Kunal, was 40 years old, and my mom, Shweta, was 38 years old. I am their only son. My parents were happily married for 20 years and had a good sex life (I have often witnessed this when I used to sleep in their bedroom). My dad is a government employee, and my mom is a teacher at the local government institution. We have a maid named Pooja, who is 28 years old, has a fair complexion, and is thin. She is also married and has three children.

Pooja comes to our house at 8 am and leaves at 10 am. She is very punctual and attractive. She wears a saree and always ties her hair with a band; she has big, juicy breasts and no body hair, likely due to regular beauty parlor visits. Her husband is an auto-rickshaw driver, and her children attend the same institution where my mom teaches.

I never thought my dad would be unfaithful, but after a fight with my mom, he started giving Pooja flirtatious looks and touching her, which she never resisted. My mom never suspected his infidelity.

I remember the day it all happened. It was a Saturday, a holiday, and my mom had to go to school for some reason. My dad and Pooja were alone in the house. Pooja arrived at 8 am and started doing her daily chores, while my dad was reading the newspaper and checking her out. I was in my room watching TV.

Suddenly, my dad came to my room and gave me some money to buy a cricket ball and play with my friends outside. I was happy, unaware of his plan.

I went outside to play with my friends, but we only played for 30 minutes, and I returned home. I then heard cries and shouting: “Dheere, dheere, jaano dheere, ah, ah, ah, ah.” It was Pooja, moaning loudly. The moans came from my dad’s room, which is connected to my room through a common bathroom. I went to the bathroom and opened the door silently, and I was shocked to see my dad drilling Pooja in the missionary position. He was fucking her like a machine, sweating profoundly, and had tied her hands with a rope. He was licking her shaven armpits one by one, kissing her neck, and gave her a love bite. She was moaning loudly.

Dad: “Kaisa lag raha hai?” (How does it feel?)

Pooja: “Ah, ah, dheere dheere kijeye na jaanu.” (Do it slowly, my love.)

Dad: “Aaj nahi chodunga tujhe, itne dino se dekh raha lekin aa mauka mila hai.” (I won’t leave you today; I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.)

Pooja: “Ah, ah, ah, eee, oof, oof, dheere dheere kariye, please.” (Do it slowly, please.)

Dad: “Aaj na Shweta (my mom) ghar pe hai, na Karan, aaj to sirf meri hai jaaneman.” (Today, neither my mom nor Karan is home, so you’re all mine.)

Pooja: “Jo bhi karna hai jaldi kijeye, koi dekh lega.” (Do whatever you want, but hurry up, someone might see us.)

My dad then pulled out his 7-inch-long dick and wore a dotted condom. He kissed her so badly that her lips started bleeding.

After kissing, he turned her to the doggy position and inserted his dick with a single stroke, causing her significant pain. She was shivering and struggling to maintain her balance. He tried to kiss her from the back and began biting her lips.

He fucked her for around 5 minutes in this position. Pooja demanded that she was full and had to go to other houses, but my dad kissed her again and said, “Abhi mat jao, baby, abhi mera khada hua hai.” (Don’t go now, baby, I’m still hard.) She replied, “Aaj raat me aungi tab karna, baby, abhi mujhe jaane do, please.” (I’ll come tonight, and you can do it then; let me go now, please.) My dad understood and kissed her again while biting her nipples.

They both stood up, and my dad began wearing his pajamas, while Pooja was tying her bra and saree. She was heading to the bathroom to clean herself, and I quickly ran out of the house.

I waited outside for 10 minutes, and then Pooja left our house. I waited for another 10 minutes before returning home. My dad was sitting on the sofa.

“How was your day, beta?” he asked.

“It was good; I was out early, but I enjoyed watching the game so much,” I replied.

“You should play cricket often; you’ll become a good cricketer,” my dad said.

“Did you play cricket in your childhood, Dad?” I asked.

“I was the best cricketer, and I used to run so fast between the wickets,” he replied.

“You have good stamina, Dad,” I said, aware of what had just happened.

My mom came home at 1:00 pm, and we had a family dinner together. I went to my room, thinking that my dad would try to have sex with Pooja again at night, but I wondered how he would manage it with my mom at home.

We had dinner at 10:00 pm, and my parents went to their room. They were chatting about how to spend the next day, and my dad said he had a headache and needed to sleep. They turned off the lights, and I lay in my bed, listening to their conversation.

I then heard my dad whispering on the phone, calling Pooja. She said she would be there in 20 minutes. My dad waited outside, and when Pooja arrived, he opened the main gate cautiously. “Let’s go to the terrace room,” he said. We had a guest room on the terrace with a single bed that creaked.

I followed them to the terrace and hid behind the windowpane. My dad locked the room and began kissing Pooja like a wild animal. He made her sit on the bed and slowly removed her salwar and panty.

I saw her pussy for the first time; it was hairy, tight, and dry, indicating she was never satisfied by her husband. My dad began to eat her pussy, and she moaned loudly, but he put his hand on her mouth to mute her moans. He ate her very passionately, and his hand went to her bra. He opened her bra with a single hand, and she was impressed, lifting his head to kiss him with her tongue.

My dad bit her boobs, and she moaned in pain. My dick became hard watching my dad devour our maid. He then stripped her nude and put his 7-inch dick in her mouth.

“Pooja, please be careful,” he said.

“NAHI, dard ho raha hai,” she replied. (No, it hurts.)

“Dad, jitna hard hoga, utna tujhe maza ayegi,” he said. (The harder it is, the more you’ll enjoy it.)

“Pooja, jo bhi karna hai, jaldi karo. Mujhe bachon ko sulana bhi hai,” she said. (Do whatever you want, but hurry up; I have to put my kids to sleep.)

My dad asked her about her children, and she told him their ages. He then asked if she would have children with him, and she refused, saying she already had three kids.

My dad told her that he wanted to have two children, but my mom was infertile. Pooja reminded him that my mom had given birth to me, but my dad said that no other child was born after me.

“Jo karna hai, karo, lekin jaldi karo, baby,” Pooja said. (Do whatever you want, but hurry up, baby.)

My dad pushed her into the missionary position and, without wearing a condom, started stroking his dick onto her pussy. She requested that he wear a condom, but he didn’t listen. With a single stroke, he inserted his rod into her tight pussy, making a thud sound, and she moaned loudly. My dad had to insert his finger into her mouth to mute her moans.

As I mentioned earlier, the bed was old, and my dad was fucking her so badly that it creaked loudly. He took both her hands and tied them with a rope, licking her armpits, which was sexy to watch. She was giggling, and my dad loved armpits.

He fucked her in this position for 20 minutes, and she was very tired, requesting him to finish as she had to leave. My dad pulled her onto his lap, and she was riding his fat cock, shouting his name. He pulled her to kiss and removed her hairband, and our maid looked hot and her hair was open. She was riding like a goddess, and her big boobs were jiggling with the momentum, but she couldn’t take that much cock and collapsed onto his chest. My dad began to console her as she was crying with pain, and he started biting her nipples, which had some milk.

My dad, caressing her hair, said, “I want to tell you something, Pooja.”

“Haan baby, bolo,” she replied. (Yes, baby, tell me.)

“Mujhse shaadi karogi?” my dad asked. (Will you marry me?)

Pooja was taken aback. “Mai shaadi shuda hoon, 3 bacho ki maa bhi hoon. Aesa kese ho sakta?” she said. (I’m already married and have three kids. How can this happen?)

My dad tried to convince her, saying, “Apne pati ko chhod do. Mai tumhare bacho ko palunga, acche school me bhejonga.” (Leave your husband. I’ll take care of your kids and send them to good schools.)

Pooja was hesitant, but my dad’s persistence paid off. “Lekin aap Shweta didi ko chhodenge aur Karan ko bhi?” she asked. (But will you leave Shweta and Karan?)

My dad reassured her, “Unhe nahi pata chalega, tum haan bolo jaano.” (They won’t know, just say yes, my love.)

Pooja finally agreed, “Haan baby, mai karungi aapse shaadi.” (Yes, baby, I’ll marry you.)

I was shocked to hear that Pooja would become my new mom, but I was also happy for my dad, who had found his true love.

My dad then pushed Pooja to the missionary position again, and after fucking her for 10 minutes, he came inside her. She had three orgasms and became numb, and she also came on the bedsheet. Both of them were hugging each other, and then she told him she had to go, or her husband would beat her.

They both got dressed, and Pooja took the bedsheet to wash. My dad locked the room, and she left the house. My dad also went back to his bedroom.

I went back to my room, thinking about how my dad would marry another woman without my mom’s knowledge. I jerked off my dick, thinking about the whole situation, and went to sleep, knowing that my dad was a sex animal.

He had finally impregnated Pooja.

Hi, this is the second part of the story. I hope you have read the first one.

He held my slim waist in his hands, and what a feeling it was! His manly and rough hands had a strong grip on my smooth waist. We both looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. I never expected that a man I had a crush on would be interested in me. I knew what I had to do. I kneeled down.

The moment I started to pull down his shorts, he stopped me. Someone was coming upstairs. Ah! We were so engrossed in each other that we forgot where we were. That was really sad for me. That night, I couldn’t eat properly. I still had that strange feeling in my gut – the feeling of disappointment. Oh, we kissed, and it was so hot. We could have done so many things together. But thinking about all that was of no use.

That same night, we texted till 3 am. We just wanted to get away from that feeling of something incomplete. We both had the urge to do something about it. December came, and so did our exams. We both had no problem with our exams. After the exams, the semester was over, and we had around 15-16 days of winter vacation. We both were far away from our homes, so none of us went back home. We roamed around the campus, the play area, played some sports like badminton, etc., and were passing the days because we had nothing to do.

After some days, Vishal suddenly texted me that we were going to Shimla for four days, and he didn’t want to hear any “no” from me. I wouldn’t have said no, obviously. He had planned a surprise trip for both of us, and I was amused by his behavior. By that time, we had become so close that I wouldn’t be afraid to go on a trip with him to any place, let alone Shimla. We packed our backpacks and started for Shimla.

We reached Shimla at night, and it was very cold – cold enough that we couldn’t even speak properly. Laughing at each other, we reached our hotel, checked in, and went straight to sleep. I wanted to do so many things with him that night, but then I remembered that we had three more days. The next day, when we woke up, we were twisted among the bedsheets. That was the hottest moment till then. But an even hotter part was waiting for me. We went touring the city, and he told me, “I have a surprise for you this evening. I hope it will make you really happy.”

What could the surprise be, I pondered? I already knew it had to be something related to having sex, but I had no clue that it was going to be that hot. The sun set, and we came back to our room. He told me to wait outside so he could use the bathroom. I sat down on the bed and again thought about the possible surprise. He came out and told me I could use the washroom now. I went in, and boom! In a wooden basket near the washbasin, there were some clothes, fragrance, and some hair removal apparatus. It had a note on it: “Wear it and come out fast! I can’t wait” with a winking eye face. I looked inside, and it was the hottest outfit I had ever seen in my life.

It had a white net see-through lingerie that was, not surprisingly, perfect for my size. And to make things even spicier, Vishal had kept a tight, short black dress that covered my thighs only halfway. I was steaming, seeing those clothes. I knew what I had to do. I used the hair-removing cream and cleaned my body really well. I applied some body oil to make my body really supple and smooth. I applied the fragrance that Vishal had kept there. I wore the lingerie and the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I was really looking like a girl in that outfit. I was so happy and was screaming inside.

I opened the bathroom door and saw Vishal outside, waiting for me. I said, “How do I look?” His eyes turned towards me, and he was awestruck. He looked at me from top to bottom and kept looking into my eyes. “My girlfriend,” he said. I gave him a wide smile. He got up and came towards me. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck. Oh, my god! It felt like heaven. He was touching my thighs, my waist, and my chest while we kissed. Everything felt like a dream.

He picked me up in his strong arms and walked towards the bed while we were kissing. I had always dreamt of a moment like this. We both lay down on the bed and were continuously kissing each other. In between kissing, we stopped, looked into each other’s hungry eyes, and started kissing again. It was a surreal feeling. We both knew the heat of the moment, and I started to unbutton his shirt.

I saw his hairy, manly body, and I almost fainted. I touched his abs and his veiny, appealing chest and his neck. It was so hot that I was about to cum already. I gently kissed him on his abs, touching his chest. He was moaning and kept his hands on my ass. We both were shivering due to the cold, but eventually, it all became so hot that we forgot the temperature. He unzipped his pants, and the bulge of his dick was crazy.

He was wearing black briefs, and one could see the bulge of his massive dick, as if it wanted to tear the fabric and come out. I saw trimmed hair below his belly button, and it made him even hotter. I moaned. I touched his bulge from outside, and it was seriously huge. It felt like it was throbbing. I kissed him on his briefs, and I could smell the manly fragrance of his that made me go crazy. I touched his bulge, kept touching it, and he was already moaning with his eyes closed. I was nervous, as I had only seen such things in videos and not in real life, but I knew I had to be a good partner.

It was the peak, and I couldn’t resist. I had to see his dick. I pulled down his briefs, and his dick popped out. It was around 6 inches but really thick, veiny, and a bit darker than his body skin tone, which was perfect for me. I felt a shiver down my spine as I saw his manly and veiny dick. He asked me, “Nervous to nahi ho na?” (You’re not nervous, right?) I gently shook my head in a “no” gesture and kept staring at his dick. Was I dreaming? Whatever the case, it was steaming hot.

I started kissing his dick. I could smell his manly fragrance, which was already making me cum. I gently stroked it. He was lying down, and I was sitting on his thick, toned thighs with the white lingerie and stroking his dick. I leaned down to suck it. His dick was so hot that it felt really hot inside my mouth. I started enjoying the warmth of his dick and doing everything that I had seen in videos. Vishal was moaning with pleasure. He said in between, “I want to make you my wife. Don’t stop. You’re so beautiful.” His manly voice left me with no choice but to obey the command.

I was sucking his dick, and he was holding my head and pushing my face towards his dick. Everything was so hot at that time that we didn’t care at all if we were too loud. He held my arms and told me to turn around. Now he was on top of me, and he was kissing my legs like crazy. He kept one of my legs on his big shoulders and started kissing my feet while touching my chest. He gently removed my panty and bra, and I could see precum already dripping from his wet dick.

We had the hottest foreplay for 15-20 minutes. Now we knew what we were up to. He went down, raised my legs in the air, and started licking my tiny pink asshole. I moaned so loud and held his hair with my hands while he was between my legs. My legs were shaking with pleasure, and I requested Vishal not to stop. He would use his fingers and tongue in such a combination that I would start jumping on the bed literally. It was very pleasing for both of us.

While I was lost in the pleasure, Vishal had already lubed his dick, and he kept the head of his dick on my asshole. I wasn’t prepared for that, but I didn’t step back. He gently tried to insert his thick dick in my ass, and within a few seconds, it was half in. I felt my ass stretched, and I moaned. He kissed me very gently and kept the dick at half only. A tear fled from my eyes. I wondered if I would be able to take the entire thing or not. Vishal slowly entered deeper and again locked my lips so that I wouldn’t scream.

That was the moment! My virginity was taken by my crush, and I couldn’t be happier. I thought about the kissing incident with Vishal, his body, and his voice, and then I locked my legs on his back. We were still in the missionary position with my legs on his back. We both felt so good that we again kissed for 5-6 minutes. Vishal, like a gentle giant, kept asking me in between whether I was good or not.

Eventually, he increased his speed, and I could hear the wet splashing sounds of his lubed dick inside my ass. We were moaning like crazy. Vishal’s body was almost double my size, and I was covered below his body, and we were having the best sex of our lives. He was pulling out in between, teasing me, and again started to fuck me. It was really good. We switched positions, although we didn’t want to.

This time, I decided to ride his dick. I went on top of him and pushed his dick into my ass. I had no prior experience, obviously, so it was a bit stressful initially. But eventually, we caught the rhythm, and I started riding his dick very smoothly. Every time the dick would go inside, we both would moan, and I was literally in the best position I had ever been. He held my chest with his hands, I was looking into his eyes while riding him, and it was the hottest experience we both had.

Hearing his manly moans, I was about to cum. He touched my dick with his hands, and that was the moment I came. I was so loud that I literally felt so embarrassed that I apologized while moaning. Vishal laughed and kissed me and said, “My turn now.” He asked if he could cum in my mouth, and just like a good girl, I said yes. I kneeled down, and he was standing on top of me, stroking his dick. He kept saying, “You look so hot. Stick out that tongue for me.” I was down on my knees with my tongue out, and it didn’t take much time before Vishal came.

Vishal’s cum was the sweetest, and his moan during that was the manliest voice I’ve ever heard. He was taking deep breaths and was moaning really loud. I picked up a tissue, cleaned my face, and hugged him till we both fell on the bed. I kept my soft hands on his manly chest, and we slept as is, without any clothes. It was a really wonderful memory for both of us.

The next morning, we woke up, and it was still cold outside. We had a warm and cozy room, and we didn’t want to get out of the bed. We had a long and satisfying sleep, and we were feeling fresh and energetic. We decided to have some coffee and enjoy the view from our hotel room. We sat on the couch, holding each other’s hands, and looked outside the window. The snow-capped mountains were looking beautiful, and the sun was shining bright. It was a perfect morning.

We spent the rest of the day exploring the city, holding hands, and enjoying each other’s company. We went to the local market, bought some souvenirs, and tried some local food. It was a wonderful day, and we were feeling happy and content. As the sun started to set, we decided to go back to our hotel room and enjoy the rest of the evening together.

As we entered the room, Vishal suddenly turned me around and kissed me passionately. I was taken aback, but I enjoyed the kiss. He then lifted me up and carried me to the bed. We made love again, and it was even more intense and passionate than the previous night. We were lost in our own world, and nothing else mattered.

The next morning, we woke up, and it was our last day in Shimla. We decided to make the most of it and go on a trek to a nearby hill. The view from the top was breathtaking, and we spent some quality time together, enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. As the sun started to set, we reluctantly made our way back to the hotel, packed our bags, and checked out.

As we were leaving Shimla, I realized that this trip had been a life-changing experience for me. I had found my true love, and I was grateful for it. Vishal and I had become inseparable, and I knew that our relationship would last a lifetime. We were happy, and that’s all that mattered.

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So, hi friends, let’s continue the story from where we left off.

We both were not satisfied. Then we changed our position. Now we both were lying in the same direction. I was hugging her from behind and her face was not towards me.

As it would take time to get back the erection, I thought to do some more foreplay. I started pressing her boobs over her kurti. She was wearing a bra too. It was my first time touching someone’s boobs.

Her boobs were so firm and soft. I squeezed her boobs with more pressure. She started moaning hmm, ah. Every squeeze was making her moan more. While pressing her boobs I started kissing and sniffing her neck.

Her body was sweaty, so her smell was making me more horny. As it was the month of December, the atmosphere was cold. We covered ourselves with blankets, not one but two blankets, and it made us more sweaty.

I intentionally started kissing and sucking her in such areas where she was sweaty more, like her neck and her back. I licked her neck for a few more minutes while pressing her boobs. Then I started going down and I came to her back area. As she was wearing a kurta, her back was covered, but her upper back little area was exposed. So I started biting her there. She was enjoying this very much as her moaning sound was increasing.

I was biting and licking her back. While doing that, I slid my one hand down towards her pussy and started stimulating her pussy. This was making her more horny and she was not able to control her moan. She placed one hand on her mouth to suppress the moaning sound so that no one could hear us. While her one hand was covering her mouth, she brought her one hand backward and grabbed my dick and started stroking it.

My dick was not fully hard. But the married woman was so sensual in stroking that it made my dick hard in an instant. She was like a pro in giving a handjob. While she was stroking my dick, I grabbed her chain with my mouth which was on the back of her kurti. It was for unzipping her kurti.

I grabbed it with my mouth and slid it down till the end. Now her back was exposed to me. I started kissing her back more passionately. While kissing, I unhooked her bra.

Her kurta was only open from her back. I did not remove it fully from her. But I removed her bra completely and threw it away. Now her boobs were not covered with a bra, but only a kurta covering them.

I slid my hand inside her kurta from the back side as it was open. While sliding through her stomach, I reached towards her boobs and grabbed her right boob. With my other hand, I was stimulating her pussy. Touching and feeling a boob for the first time made my dick more hard.

I was pressing her boobs one by one and also stimulating her pussy with my other hand. She was holding her moaning sound by covering her mouth. But her other hand was so wild. It was squeezing my dick and every squeeze was making me more horny.

Her boobs were not fully free because of the kurta. So I slid her kurta down to her stomach but did not remove it fully. Soon her boobs were free. So I brought my other hand from her pussy and started squeezing both boobs.

I squeezed her boobs more roughly. Then I pinched her erect nipples. I pressed her boobs for 10 minutes. At that time, she stopped stroking me and started fingering herself. This made me more horny and I started humping her ass.

This lasted for a few more minutes. Soon, I was ready to fuck her pussy. As we both were in a spooning position, I lifted her one leg to make space for my dick to enter her pussy. I brought my dick close to her pussy. It was kissing her pussy opening.

The moment I tried to push my dick inside her pussy, she grabbed my dick with her hand. Then I went up to her ear and said –

Me: What happened? Let me fuck you.

She replied: You cannot enter my pussy because we are not having protection.

She thought, what if she got pregnant?

But I was so desperate to fuck her. So I told her –

Me: You can take pills afterward. Please let me fuck you now.

But she insisted me not to fuck her without protection. Then I thought to trick her.

I told her: I will not enter your pussy, I will just rub my dick on your pussy.

She hesitated first but I kept on insisting on her. Finally, she agreed and left her hand grip on my dick. Now, nothing was going to stop me. I started humping her married pussy without entering her. I wanted to make her more horny so that she would only beg me to enter her pussy.

I was humping her pussy with a slow rhythm, and along with that, I started pressing her boobs. With every thrust, I increased the speed. She was holding her moaning by covering her mouth.

I knew this was not enough. So I brought my one hand down and started stimulating her pussy. Soon, I was thrusting her with my dick along with stimulating her pussy with my one hand and pressing her boobs with the other hand.

I continued this for a few more minutes. When I felt she was on her edge to cum, I started whispering in her ear how beautiful she was and that I liked every curve of her body. I talked more sensually with her. This made her hornier, and she also brought her other hand, which was free, and placed it on my head, and started pulling my hair.

She grabbed my hair very tightly which gave me a signal that she was about to cum. So I stopped everything that I was doing. This made her mad and she turned towards me and said –

She: Why did you stop? I was about to cum.

I said: If you want to cum, then let me enter your pussy.

As she was just about to cum but she could not, which was driving her crazy. So, without arguing with me or saying no, she just grabbed my dick and inserted my dick head inside her pussy!

She: Are you happy now?

I replied: I am in heaven!

She replied: Then, take me too to heaven.

Without talking further, I lifted her legs and pushed my whole dick inside her pussy. The moment I entered fully inside her pussy, she moaned loudly. To cover her moaning sound, I quickly kissed her. Soon, I was thrusting into her, along with kissing her at the same time. She was so horny that she hugged me and placed her both hands on my head. Then she started running her fingers between my hair. She was trying to match my rhythm.

I kissed her for about 10 minutes. We were kissing very aggressively. Every minute made me want to thrust in her with more speed. But if I had increased the speed, I might cum soon. I wanted to enjoy it more.

So I broke the kiss and came towards her armpit. As she was holding my head, her armpits were so close to my face. So I started licking her armpit. It was fully shaved. Due to sweating, her armpits were salty. But I was so horny that I started licking her armpit very roughly. She liked it. So she told me to lick more. As her husband did not do anything like that to her, she was moaning loudly. So I brought my right hand up and inserted it inside her mouth. She was sucking my hand and I was sucking her armpits. But don’t forget that I did not stop fucking her pussy.

Her inside was not too tight and not too loose. Her inside was warm. This was driving me crazy. I continued thrusting her and stopped licking her armpits. Then I went towards her boobs and started sucking it. I was sucking her boobs one by one, and also biting and sucking her erect nipples. This continued for 5 minutes.

After doing everything possible, I was reaching my limits. I was ready to cum and she was also at her limits. Then I removed my hand, which was inside her mouth, and brought my lips towards her lips and kissed her.

The moment I kissed her, I thrust deep inside her pussy and cummed everything inside her. She also hugged me tightly and discharged her love juice. We stayed in that position for a few more minutes. We then both dressed up and went to sleep, as we both were exhausted.

To be continued…

So, friends, I hope you liked it. I will try to improve more in the future. Till that time, enjoy your life.

Note: It is a fictional story.