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Aapne pichle part mein padha sasur ji ki doosri biwi Sugandha ko chodne ke baad, main unki dono betiyon ke beech ladayi ka faida utha kar, un dono ki kuwari chut ko bhi chodne mein kamyab ho jata hu. Ab aage:-

Gunjan ko bhi samajh aa raha tha ki main apna chance le raha tha. Aapko fir bata du ki Gunjan ek 32 saal ki divorce mahila thi. Wo dudh jaisi gori thi, uske kaale lambe baal the, aur figure size kuch aisa ki boobs 34″ ke, kamar 26″ ki, aur gaand to bilkul gol baahar ki aur nikli hui, aur upar uthi hui thi.

Gunjan ki gaand dekh kar lagta tha, ki uske divorced pati ne Gunjan ki chut se zyada gaand hi maari ho. Uski aankhen aisi thi ki kisi ko bhi apni aur aakarshit kar le.

Fir baat karte hue maine poocha: Court room mein kon the wo couple, jo aapse baat kar rahe the?

Gunjan: Wo log tumhare sasur ji ke bhai ke bete-bahu hai.

Main: Wo log kyun aaye the? Wo log ka kya lena-dena is case se?

Gunjan: Wo log bhi yahi chaahte hai ki sasur ji jail mein hi rahe. Aur fir poore ghar ko wo log apna bana le.

Baat karte-karte jaise hi Gunjan uthi, wo ladkhada kar mere upar gir gayi. Main to uske peeche hi tha, to maine chance lete hue ek hath uske boobs par, aur doosra hath uski skirt ke andar daal diya.

Maine boobs ko zor se daba diya, aur doosra hath uski panty ke upar laga diya. Ye aise kiya, ki usko sab pata chal jaye, ki main chance le raha tha. Par fir bhi lage ki ye sab uske girne se ho gaya.

Gunjan jaldi se apne ko sambhaal kar uthi, aur mujhe sorry bolne lagi. Idhar mere khade lund par fir dhokha ho gaya. Paper work khatam karke main Gunjan ke office se jaane laga, to Gunjan ne mujhe kaha-

Gunjan: Tum sasur ji ki wife se baat karo ki unko gawahi deni hai. Aur mujhe kal raat tak zaroor batana.

Usne mujhe ek paper diya, jisme unhone sasu mom ke signature ke liye kaha.

Maine kaha: Kal to Sunday hai, aur office to band rahega.

To Gunjan ne apna ghar ka address bataya. Main wahan se nikal gaya, aur seedhe sasur ji ke purane ghar jahan police ne taala laga diya tha, wahan chala gaya. Kyunki mujhe us private kamre ko dekhna tha, ki aisa kya tha usme. Aur kahin us kamre mein hi to paise nahi chhipa ke rakhe the sasur ji ne.

Main jaise hi us ghar ke paas gaya, to dekha ki security guard ke do bande wahan pehle se hi the. Ghar ke andar jaane ka ab seedha rasta to tha nahi. Mujhe koi aur hi raasta dekhna tha.

Mujhe wahan dekhte hi paas ki ek aurat aayi aur mujhe kehne lagi: Aap Kailash kanoi ke jamayi ho na?

Main: Ji main Harsh, Kailash ji ka jamayi aur Tripti ka husband hu.

Lata: Main Lata hu, Sugandha ki friend hu. Hamara relation family jaisa hi hai, aur ye paas wala ghar mera hai. Aur, yahan kaise aana hua aapka?

Main: Ji wo main yaha sasur ji ke purane ghar ko dekhne aaya tha, aur kuch documents hai andar, wo le-jana chaahta hu. Par yahan ye security ke hote mujhe nahi lagta ki main andar jaa paunga.

Lata: Aap ye logon ke hote to andar nahi jaa paoge. Aap ek kaam karo. Aap mere ghar chalo, aur hamare ghar ke peeche se chhoti deewar hai, usko paar karke aap andar jaa sakte ho.

Main Lata ke sath andar chala gaya, aur wahan dekha Lata ki bhi do betiyan baithi thi. Fir main deewar paar karke ghar ke andar chala gaya. Us room mein jaa kar dekhne par bhi mujhe kuch nahi mila.

Fir main wapas aa kar Lata ke sath baat karne laga, aur un logon ke sath hi lunch karke jaane laga. To Lata ne kaha ki Sasur ji ki car unke ghar par park thi, agar ho sake to isko le jau.

Par main ab ye sab mein aur time barbaad nahi karna chaahta tha. Fir main wahan se jaane laga to wo security guard wali mujhe fir mili, jo ab sasur ji ke ghar ke baahar guard kar rahi thi.

Us security guard wali ne mujhe dekhte hi apne paas bulaya, aur baat karne lagi. To maine bataya ki ye mere sasur ji ka ghar tha. Baat karne ke waqt hum dono ki achi pehchan bhi ho gayi. Usne apna naam Gori bataya aur main fir wahan se guest house chala gaya. Wahan main sasu mom se gawahi ke liye bolne laga.

Sasu mom kuch sochne lagi, aur ye dekh kar maine unhe pakad liya, aur unke hontho ko choosne laga.

Main: Sasu mom aaj aap bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hai. Lag hi nahi raha ki aapki beti se maine shaadi ki hai.

Sasu mom: Harsh ji aap bhi bade handsome ho. Aap meri is umar mein bhi mujhe chaahte ho, ye bahut badi baat hai.

Main: Sasu mom aap lagti hi ho Tripti ki badi behan, aur aapke jism ki mehak mujhe pagal bana deti hai.

Sasu mom: Harsh ji aap hamare ghar ke jamayi hi nahi, ab aap hi is ghar ke mard ho. Aur Tripti ke papa ke jaane ke baad aapne jis tarah hum sab ko sambhala, aur mujhe to ek pati ka sukh diya hai aapne.

Main: Aapko maine pati ka sukh diya, to ab aap bhi apne pati ko ghutno mein baith kar maza de do.

Sasu mom neeche ghutno mein baith kar, meri pant ka hook khol kar, lund underwear se baahar nikaal kar usme jeebh laga kar choosne lagti hai.

Main: Aahhh sasu mom, kaash aap hi meri biwi hoti. Aahh yes, poora andar tak lo mere lund ko apne muh mein aahhhh maza aa gaya.

Sasu mom: Aap itna kuch kar rahe hai hum log ke liye, to main bhi aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hu.

Main: Haa aise hi chooso sasu mom. Main ek baar khul kar pyar se jhadna chaahta hu, taaki mera mann shanti se sasur ji ko jail se nikaalne ki soch sake.

Sasu mom: Haa Harsh, unhe jaldi hi nikaalna hoga. Aur kitne din hum yahan guest house mein rahe?

Main: Haa jaldi hi. Aap bas ek baar paper mein signature kar do, aur gawahi de do court jaa kar.

Sasu mom: Haa theek hai, main taiyaar hu.

Main: Pata nahi sasu mom aap is umar mein bhi itni zyada sexy kaise ho?

Sasu mom: Oh Harsh ji, aapka lund to bada hote hi jaa raha hai. Oh ye mere muh mein kitna acha lag raha hai muaahhaaa. Mere chhote se muh mein ye vishal lund aa hi nahi raha hai!

Sasu mom apne mann mein sochi lund ko ek baar baahar nikal kar apne muh ko aaram deti hu.

Main: Oh sasu mom, kitna acha lag raha tha, baahar kyun nikala?

Sasu mom: Main ab aapke lund ki gotiyon ki chusayi karna chaahti hu (aur fir gotiyon ko muh mein le liya aur choosne lagi slurp slurp).

Main: Kaafi ho gayi chusayi, ab main aap ko chodunga. Aap bed par seedhe let jao sasu mom.

Main fir sasu mom ko seedhe lita kar unke pairon ke beech aa gaya, aur unki chut par ek kiss kiya. Fir dono pairon ko khol kar hawa mein utha liya, aur apna lund chut mein set karke ek dhakka laga diya. Lund sasu mom ki chut ko cheerta hua andar jaa ghusa, aur unki ek cheekh nikal gayi.

Sasu mom: Please dheere-dheere dalo Harsh. Is baar aapka lund zyada hi bada lag raha hai.

Main: Isme main kuch nahi kar sakta. Aapki chut mein maza aa raha hai (aur main dheere-dheere chut mein lund daal kar andar-baahar karne laga).

Sasu mom: Aaahhhh, sach mein Harsh ji aaj zyada hi bada aur mota ho chuka hai ye lund. Kahin aapne koi tablet to nahi le li?

Main: Nahi sasu mom, ye to aapke sexy jism ko dekh kar aisa hua hai, tablet se nahi.

Sasu mom: Ohhhh aaaahhhh aahhhhh uffffff.

Main: Ohh, abhi to mujhe aur andar tak ghusna hai (Aur main lagataar sasu mom ki chudai karta raha).

Sasu mom: Aahhh aahhh. Harsh ji aapne apne bade lund se meri chut ko poora khol diya hai.

Main: Ab batao aap, kya aap mera poora lund lene ke liye taiyaar ho?

Sasu mom: Ohhh aahhh, pata nahi ghusa kar dekho.

Main: To ye lo.

Aur ek zor ke jhatke ke sath, lund ko chut mein daal kar andar baahar karke unko chodne laga.

Sasu mom: Aahhhh maza aa gaya aahhh. Aur zor se karo, haa aise hi jhatke do meri chut mein aahhh.

Main: Lo poora lund lo apni geeli chut mein. Poora andar tak lo mera lund. Oh yes, aaahh aahhh yes, mast tight maal ho abhi bhi sasu mom aap.

Sasu mom (apne mann mein sochi): Tripti ke papa bhi aise hi josh mein mujhe choda karte the, par apni jawani mein.

Sasu mom: Aahhh aahhh ufff. Aap mujhe itni bedardi se chod rahe ho. Fir bhi mujhe acha lag raha hai.

Main: Sasu mom, ab aap ghodi ban jao, aur main aapko peeche se chodna chaahta hu.

Sasu mom ghodi ban gayi, aur main unke peeche aa kar unke chutad par do thappad laga kar apna lund unki chut mein daal diya.

Main: Kya main aapko chodta rahu sasu mom?

Sasu mom: Main to aapki madad kar rahi hu. Aapko shanti dilana chaahti hu, taaki aap apne sasur ji ke case aur hum logon ke liye jo kaam karke paise kama rahe ho, usme dhyan de sako.

Main: Aapko mere hathode jaise lund se chudne mein maza to aa raha hai na?

Sasu mom: Haa Harsh ji. Aur zor se chodo! Aur zor se! Andar tak, aahh aahhh.

Main: Abhi aapne mera zor dekha hi kaha hai.

Aur main unki chut mein chodne ki raftaar ko aur badha diya, aur kamre mein thap thap ki awaaz goonjne lagi. Meri jaanghen sasu mom ke chuttad se takra rahi thi.

Sasu mom: Aahhh ahh dard hone laga Harsh ji. Main jhad rahi hu aahhhh. Meri chut paani chhodhne lagi hai. Oh Harsh ji, aaj pata nahi kya khaa kar aaye ho aap?

Main: Itni jaldi nahi sasu mom, abhi to mera hua hi nahi hai.

Aur maine dekha ki sasu mom dheeli pad rahi thi, to main unki kamar ko ache se pakad liya, aur unki chut mein zor-zor ka dhakka lagane laga.

Iske baad 10 minutes aur main unhe choda aur wo ek baar fir garam ho kar jhad chuki thi. Ab main bhi ab jhadne ko hua, aur unki chut ke andar hi apne lund ka virya chhodh diya, aur unke upar hi thak kar sone laga.

Hum dono ko neend aa gayi, aur pata hi nahi chala jab uthe to raat ke 9 baj chuke the. Main jaise hi sasu mom ke upar se utha, mera lund jo ab bhi unki chut ke andar hi tha, wo ek fach ki awaaz ke sath baahar aaya. Sath hi dher saara lund aur chut ka paani bhi baahar aaya.

Hum dono ne jaldi se kapde pehne. Sasu mom to mujhe dekh kar aise sharma rahi thi, jaise ki pehli baar koi ladki chudai ke baad sharmati hai. Main sasu mom ka signature le kar jaldi se Advocate Gunjan ke ghar ke liye nikla. Address ke anusar ek night club ke paas hi Gunjan ka ghar tha, jo mujhe mil gaya.

Maine kareeb 10:30 baje Gunjan ke ghar ki bell bajayi, aur Gunjan ne mujhe andar aane ka ishara kiya. Fir hall ke sofe par baith kar main Gunjan ko paper dene laga. Is dauran kayi baar Gunjan ke hath se mera hath touch hua.

Gunjan paper dekhte hue boli: Abhi raat ko hi ye kaam khatam karna hoga.

Aur fir wo mujhe paas ke night club se ek wine ki bottle laane bolne lagi. Main paas ke night club se wine bottle le aaya, aur peg bana kar Gunjan ke sath kaam karte hue peene laga. Main Gunjan ka peg hard bana kar usko dene laga, aur wo nashe mein hoti chali jaa rahi thi. Ab main apna chance lete hue usko poochne laga-

Main: Acha ek personal baat poochu? Aap ne doosri shaadi kyun nahi ki?

Gunjan: Bas aise hi dubare se main wo shaadi waale relationship mein nahi jana chaahti. Mera shaadi ka experience kaafi kharaab nikla, isliye ab main dobara nahi sochi kuch.

Main: Acha par aap to abhi bhi jawan ho, hot bhi ho. Aapko to proposal aate hi honge.

Gunjan: Mujhe dekh ke kya lagta hai, kisi ki himmat hogi ki mujhe propose kare? Aur mujhe ye sab ke liye time hi kaha milta hai.

Main fir aur hard peg bana kar dene laga, aur ab wo baat to kar rahi thi, par awaaz aur uska jism ladkhada rahe the.

Main: Mujhe to aap bahut saral lagti ho. Pata nahi koi kaise aap ko propose nahi karta, main hota to…

Gunjan: Haa aage bolo, ruk kyun gaye? Tum hote to kya karte?

Main: Nahi kuch nahi, bahut der ho chuki hai. Aap ab kaam chhodho, aur main aapko chalne mein madad karta hu andar room tak.

Hum dono andar jaane lage, ki wo mere upar hi gir gayi. Fir main Gunjan ko dono hatho se utha kar room tak le gaya. Wo mere gale par hath daal kar latak si gayi, aur wo pyar se mujhe dekhne lagi.

Maine fir Gunjan ko uske bed par litaya aur jaane ko hua to usne mera hath pakad liya, aur boli-

Gunjan: Main jaanti hu tum mujhe pasand karte ho. Kya tum mujhe chodna chaahte ho?

Main aisi baat Gunjan ke muh se sun kar shocked tha. Aur mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki Gunjan aisa aur itni jaldi karegi.

Main: Ji ye aap kya bol rahi ho? Main aapko kaise?

Gunjan: Main nashe ki haalat mein zaroor hu, par itni bhi nahi ki tumhare mann ki baat nahi samajh saku. Main ek advocate hu, par main ek aurat bhi hu. Mujhe bhi mann karta hai wo sab karne ka.

Main: Main kuch samjha nahi. Aap kya bolna chaahti ho?

Gunjan: Kya aaj ki raat mere sath guzaarna chahoge?

Main kuch bol paata usse pehle hi Gunjan ne mujhe apni aur kheench liya, aur main seedhe uske upar jaa gira. Gunjan mujhe apne upar kheench kar mere hontho par honth laga kar kiss karne lagi. Fir dekhte hi dekhte maine bhi uske hontho ko choosna shuru kar diya, aur kabhi neeche ke to kabhi upar ke honth ko main choose jaa raha tha.

Gunjan ne apni jeebh mere muh ke andar daal di, aur hum dono ki jeebh ek-doosre ko choose jaa rahi thi. Wo nashe ki haalat mein apne aap par kaabu nahi rakh paa rahi thi. Ab mujhe is chance ka poora faida uthana tha.

To be continued…

Dear Epicureans, thanks for the wonderful response to Part 1 and Part 2. I had intended to stop at Part 2, but due to numerous requests, I am continuing with Part 3 – Sexpedition. This part will be a thrilling and romantic ride. Prepare your minds to embrace the vibe of it. If you enjoy the story, don’t forget to motivate me to write more. Okay, no further waiting; let’s dive into the story.

Chapter 3 – Sexpedition

Continuing from Part 2: The night was a lifetime memory that stayed with us. The next morning, our smiles were as wide as full moons. I could see her face glowing with happiness and a sense of secret achievement. Whenever I got the chance, I brushed against her and squeezed her, keeping her horny all day. I knew she wanted it badly, but we didn’t get a chance.

In the evening, my wife went for a shower, which was the only time we got some alone time. She signaled me to come to the other bathroom. She was wearing a skirt and a white shirt; I could clearly see her nipples hard and poking through her shirt. My mind was saying, “Pin her there and fuck her deep.” I was really holding back and trying to keep my patience.

As soon as I entered, I held her against the wall, one hand holding her neck below and the other on her right boob. Deep kissing her juicy lips made her moan. I took off her shirt buttons, and now I could see those melons inside a black and white striped push-up bra. I went down, held my face in the valley (cleavage), and my both hands were pressing her boobs from the sides. She was holding my head, eyes closed, her head facing up, and her lips tight. Her heavy breathing and soft moans made me go crazy.

I guess it was the sound of the door opening or something that brought us back to our senses. Immediately, I rushed out of the bathroom, catching my heavy breath. I sat on the sofa, trying to calm down my pounding heart. A minute later, Shubhra came out, and I could still see those pointing nipples.

That’s all that could happen that day. The next day was the last day she was with us; Shubhra had her flight in the evening.

Last day morning:

Shubhra was in the kitchen, taking breakfast. I was also there at the same time. While taking ladles from the box, my elbows brushed against her boobs. I said it loud, “Seems the idlis are very soft today.” Shubhra was about to burst out laughing, but somehow she controlled it and put a vada on my plate. She said loudly, “Try this vada with white chutney; it will be awesome.”

I acted as if I was licking the center of that vada, winked at her, and came out of the kitchen with a big smile on my face. She sat in front of me to have breakfast together. My leg was trying to find her leg below the table; meanwhile, I got a text from her only: “It’s my last day here. I want you once. Do something about it.”

I just replied, “I will find a way; be ready.”

Shubhra was getting all her luggage packed to go. She called me to help her with something kept in the loft. I was standing on a stool, removing something from the loft. She was standing in front of me, holding the stool. In a fraction of a second, she pulled my boxer and pant down and kissed my cock. I was so shocked and jumped down, hitting her ass and seeing her fun laugh. The minute I hit her ass, I realized she was not wearing panties.

I squeezed her soft ass again over her skirt, hugged her from the back, and my cock was exactly resting between her ass cheeks. I was biting her neck from the back, and both hands were cupping her boobs from the back. I could feel her hard nipples as she did not wear a bra also. She was very serious, and she was ready for anything. As my wife called her name from the other room, I left her and adjusted my hard cock.

My wife was going out to buy something from the supermarket. As soon as she left, I grabbed Shubhra and got her to the sofa. I bent her over the sofa, lifted her skirt, and made her keep one leg on the sofa arm. As I touched her pussy, I could feel that she was dripping wet. Even her thighs were wet and dripping through her leg. I couldn’t hold it anymore; I pulled out my rock-hard cock and rubbed it on her pussy lips and ass. She held my cock and showed me the entrance.

With only one jerk, it went deep inside. I was not in a position to hold it anymore; I squeezed her ass, holding her waist, and started fucking her crazy. The impact was so high that my balls were hitting her clit with every stroke of mine. Our wetness was dropping on the sofa arm. I gave her a good spank on her ass and increased my speed.

“Ding ding” – the doorbell suddenly scared us. I pulled out abruptly and pulled up my pants. It was an Amazon delivery with the gift I had ordered for Shubhra. We took the parcel and laughed, looking at each other’s faces. The minute the Amazon guy left, I carried her to the sofa and made her sit with her legs wide open. I went on my knees and started licking her pussy, meanwhile playing with her nipples. In no time, she was oozing wet again.

I stood up, placed my cock head at the entrance of heaven, and realized I was not wearing a condom. I rushed to get one, and the doorbell rang. Shubhra straightened her skirt, put her buttons back, and rushed to the door. My wife had returned. I came out of the bedroom as if nothing had happened and hid the condom packet in my pocket.

Shubhra was absolutely upset that it couldn’t happen. I could see it visible on her face. She sent me a sad emoji on WhatsApp.

I replied, “Open the gift box I got for you.”

She went inside the bedroom and opened the gift. To her surprise, I had got a wearable vibrator with app control. She came out of the room with a full, big moon face smile. I just looked at her and winked. She came to the hall and sat next to me on the sofa. She took my mobile and installed the app, paired it, and gave me my mobile back. While checking out the app, I accidentally pressed the ON button, and it vibrated.

The minute it vibrated, Shubhra held my thighs and squeezed them. I could see nail marks on my thighs. That’s when I realized she was wearing it. Even though it’s silent, a little vibration sound is heard in a silent area. This time, Shubhra acted as if a message came to her mobile and escaped.

I waited for my wife to go to the kitchen. I switched it on as soon as my wife entered the kitchen. Shubhra was holding her breath, resting her head on the sofa, and holding her mouth so that she didn’t moan. Seeing my wife return to the hall, Shubhra ran to the bedroom. Taking the chance, I increased the speed until she blasted her orgasm. Her panty was soaking wet. She removed it and kept it in the bathroom. She came out to the hall and gave me a wet chocolate. I was wondering what was happening – why she was giving me chocolate.

The minute I tasted it, my eyes became wide open. She had put a lot of her juice on that chocolate. I was absolutely horny with that act. I excused myself and went to the toilet, saw her wet panty, smelled it, licked it, and finally wrapped it around my cock and masturbated until I shot my entire load in her panty. I kept that panty as it was, back in position, and went out. I pinged her on WhatsApp, “Finally, our juices are mixed now.”

Before the evening, I could only get one more chance to hug her and kiss her. She left for the airport at 6 PM. I was missing her already. Until the next day, I didn’t take a shower; I was just feeling her smell on my body. The next day, she pinged me, “Thanks for the wet panty; I kept it as it is.”

That was an unforgettable life memory during Diwali. I hope you liked the story. Please write your feedback to [email protected].

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

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

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

Pichle parts mein aap logon ne padha tha ki Aditya aur Veena ko cleaner ne bathroom mein chudai karte dekh liya tha. Fir cleaner ka muh band karne ke liye Veena ko usse chudna padna tha. Chudai ka din aur jagah decide ho gayi thi, aur Aditya Veena ko cleaner ke ghar le gaya.

Wahan jaa kar Veena ko pata chala ki usko sirf cleaner se hi nahi balki uske do doston se bhi chudna tha. Jab usne Aditya se ye baat poochi, to Aditya ne usko sab samjha diya. Fir woh taiyaar ho gayi, aur cleaner ne Veena ko uske do doston ke beech bitha diya. Un dono ne Veena ko choosna shuru kiya, aur usko upar se nangi kar diya. Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Main 2 daaru piye hue aadmiyon ke beech sirf jeans mein baithi thi. Upar se main bilkul nangi thi, aur dono aadmi mere gore boobs ko daba-daba kar choos rahe the. Cleaner saamne khada tha, aur ek side mein mera boyfriend Aditya khada ye sab dekh raha tha.

Fir woh dono aadmi jo mere aas-paas the, unhone mujhe khada kiya, aur khud bhi khade ho gaye. Woh abhi bhi mera ek-ek boob choos rahe the. Fir cleaner bhi mere paas aaya, aur usne mere baalon mein hath daal kar apne honth mere hontho se chipka diye.

Ab woh maze se mere hontho ko choosne laga. Uske muh se daaru aur beedi ki baas aa rahi thi. Ye sab jo bhi ho raha tha, usse main kaafi garam ho chuki thi, aur main cleaner ka kiss mein sath de rahi thi.

Tabhi mere boobs choos rahe dono aadmi apna ek-ek hath meri gaand par le gaye, aur jeans ke upar se mere dono chootadon ko dabane lage. Teen-teen aadmi mere jism ke sath maza kar rahe the. Ye soch-soch kar hi meri chut geeli ho rahi thi.

Fir cleaner mere honth chooste hue apna hath mere hath tak le gaya, aur usne mera hath pakad kar pant ke upar se apne khade lund par rakh diya. Uska lund kaafi bada aur mota tha. Uske lund par hath rakhte hi mere badan mein current sa daud gaya. Mujhe pata tha ki ab mujhe kya karna tha, aur main uske lund ko dabane lagi aur sehlane lagi.

Mere lund masalne se cleaner aur uttejit ho gaya, aur mere lips chooste hue un par daant kaatne laga. Udhar uske dono doston ne mere nipples ko choos-choos kar laal kar diya tha. Mere boobs unhone itne dabaye, ki boobs mein se hari-hari aante dikhne lagi thi.

Fir meri right side waale aadmi ne mere boob se apna muh hataya, aur neeche zameen par ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Fir usne meri nabhi ko chaatna shuru kiya, aur usme jeebh daalne laga. Yahan tak main itni uttejit ho chuki thi meri chut ne apna paani chhodh diya.

Chut ke paani chhodhne se mera jism thoda kaampne laga, jaise jhadte waqt kaampta hota hai. Ye dekh kar woh teeno hasne lage. Tabhi cleaner bola-

Cleaner: Dekh laundiyan mein kitni garmi bhari padi hai. Iska paani to itne mein hi nikal gaya.

Fir woh aadmi jo neeche baitha tha, woh mujhe bola: Fikar mat kar rani. Ab tu yahan aayi hai na, to teri chut ki saari garmi nikaal denge. Aaj teri chut ka saara paani sukha denge. Itna chodenge tujhe ki kaafi din tak tu uttejit bhi nahi hogi.

Ye bolte hue us aadmi ne meri jeans ka button khola, aur zip khol kar jeans ko neeche karne laga. Jeans tight thi, to usko zor lagana pada jeans ko meri gaand aur jaanghon se alag karne mein.

Ab usne meri jeans utaar di, aur main ab sab ke saamne kaale rang ki panty mein khadi thi. Mera gora jism kaale rang ki panty mein kya zabardast lag raha tha. Meri panty meri chut wali jagah se bilkul geeli hui padi thi.

Ye dekhte hi neeche baithe aadmi ne chut wali geeli jagah par apna muh laga liya, aur usko chaatne laga. Woh aise chaat raha tha, jaise koi ice-cream chaat raha ho. Usko meri chut ke paani ka swaad bahut acha lag raha tha. Chaat-te hue usne meri panty ko us jagah se daanton mein liya, aur kheench kar choosne laga. Ye sab se mera haal bura ho raha tha.

Fir usne panty daanto se itni zor se kheenchi, ki panty chut wali jagah se fatt gayi. Ab usne panty ke chhed mein ungli daali, aur kheench kar poori panty faad di. Ab meri chikni chut unke saamne nangi ho chuki thi. Neeche baithe aadmi ne apni jeebh se meri chut ko chaatna shuru kar diya.

Mujhe itna maza aa raha tha, ki uske chut choosne ke rhythm mein meri gaand apne aap aage-peeche hone lagi. Kuch der chut chaatne ke baad usne kaha-

Neeche baitha aadmi: Arre wahan kya lage hue ho. Yahan dekho kitna swaad aa raha hai.

Uski baat sun kar cleaner aur doosra aadmi bhi neeche ghutno ke bal baith gaye. Ab pehla aadmi meri chut ko chaat raha tha. Cleaner meri soft aur gori jaanghon ko chaatne lag gaya. Woh neeche pairon se leke upar tak meri taangon ko chaat aur choom raha tha.

Wahin doosra aadmi mere peeche baith chuka tha. Usne done dono hath mere chootadon par rakhe, aur unko khol kar apni jeebh beech mein fassa li. Fir woh jeebh ko upar-neeche karke meri gaand ka cheer chaatne laga.

Main us waqt itne maze mein thi, ki main bata nahi sakti. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise main pal-pal jhad rahi thi, itni uttejit ho chuki thi main. Woh teeno mujhe is tarah se choos-chaat rahe the, jaise main koi ice-cream ya cake ya piece thi. Aur mera boyfriend Aditya ye sab hote hue saamne khada dekh raha tha.

Ab meri chut, meri poori taangein, aur meri gaand ka cheer un teeno ki thook se geele ho chuke the. Main bas ahh ahh kar rahi thi, aur woh teeno mere jism ka swaad ache se le rahe the. Main ek bread ki tarah mehsoos kar rahi thi, jis par ek se zyada kutte muh maar rahe the, aur mujhe noch khaana chaahte the. Kuch der aisa karne ke baad woh teeno khade ho gaye.

Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Before reading this story, please read the first part.

After the erotic massage and dinner, Kumar and Maya slept in the room, while I slept on the sofa in the hall. At around 1:00 am, Kumar came to me and told me that his wife was excited for sex with me, and she was impressed with my massage touches.

I was recalling my moments during the massage, and I felt that she had more erotic feelings, but her homeliness was stopping her from expressing them. Every woman needs a sexual touch, regardless of their age. Young men like me, at 27, often prefer mature women at 40-50 over girls at 27-30.

That’s good, but I wanted to surprise her by having sex at some point. I chose 4:00 am, because men’s hormones are typically high during this time.

It was around 3:45 am when I went into the kitchen and had a cup of lukewarm water. I removed all my clothes on the sofa and went to the bedroom where Maya and Kumar were sleeping. They were both sleeping with one blanket. I woke up Kumar and went under the blanket, positioning myself between Kumar and Maya. I put my hand on Maya and planted a kiss on her lips, a couple of times, and also on her cheeks. She was in deep sleep. I slowly removed the hook on her pallu and removed the hooks of her blouse. Wow, she didn’t wear any bra, and her breasts were immediately revealed.

Oh no, she woke up. I removed the blanket from us and pounced on her, smooching her like a hungry fox without giving her time to speak. Surprisingly, she responded very well.

After smooching and sucking her juicy lips, I bit her cheeks and her region, and she cried in pain. I quickly removed her saree and petticoat. Kumar got up and turned on the lights. She reacted like she was caught during cheating sex and tried to get up, but I pushed her back.

I sat on her stomach and fucked her breasts, creating hard erotic moments on her breasts. Later, I bit her tits while licking them again. I pounced on her pussy, which was already wet, and fucked her for a few minutes with my fingers. Later, I fucked her pussy with my tongue, and she came within no time. I gulped her squirt.

I got her up and inserted my penis suddenly into her mouth, fucking her vigorously without giving her time to relax. Sometimes she was getting choked, and sometimes she was unable to breathe. I released my sperm in her mouth and removed my penis from her mouth. She seemed so tired, and I pushed her onto the bed and smooched her again, so she got no time to relax. She responded well.

I regained my hardness and inserted my penis into her pussy suddenly. I felt it was so tight, and I fucked her hardcore vigorously. Maya cried out, “Ah, ah, ah… No, please. Please do it slowly.” I ignored her and continued fucking her at a fast pace, releasing inside her. I felt tired, and she hugged me and kissed me.

At around 6:30 am, she went to the washroom for her morning chores. Meanwhile, I hatched a plan to have anal sex with her, since her anus would be loose after excretion. Kumar was watching from the bedside chair and expressed that it was his dream to fuck his wife this way. But I was lucky enough to do it, since he didn’t have much energy.

Maya came out of the washroom wrapped in a towel, and I acted like I had fallen asleep on the bed. While Maya was trying to escape to another room, I caught her, hugged her, and asked her where she was going. She replied shyly, “Yes, I also want to get fucked, but slowly, please.”

I pushed her onto the bed and went on top of her, smooching her and exchanging saliva. I turned her around, brought her to a doggy position, and opened up her asshole. She was wet there since she had excreted just before. I spat some saliva on her and licked her anal hole. Kumar was excited by her moans.

I inserted my tip forcefully into her anal hole, and she cried in pain. I couldn’t tolerate the pain either. I asked Kumar to get some coconut oil, and I dipped two of my fingers into the oil and inserted them into her anus, finger-fucking her initially with one finger, then two, and finally three. By this time, she was high on ecstasy, moaning heavily. I removed my fingers and thrust my tool into her anus forcefully. She cried in pain, and I almost couldn’t tolerate the pain either.

I asked Kumar to get some coconut oil, and I dipped two of my fingers into the oil and inserted them into her anus, finger-fucking her initially with one finger, then two, and finally three. By this time, she was high on ecstasy, moaning heavily. I removed my fingers and thrust my tool into her anus forcefully. She cried in pain, but I almost fucked for 25 minutes in a slow pace, since it was so tight. I finally released inside her anus. I removed my penis and collapsed on her.

I turned her around, locked my lips on hers, and cuddled each other for some time. I asked her in a romantic way, “How was it? Can I be your bed husband?” Maya’s reply was shocking; she wanted more such sessions with me. She wanted me to visit often and stay back for another day. All this she expressed, looking into my eyes like two young lovers do, and hugged me tightly. In that moment, I felt like I had taken her back to her 20s. I could feel it. I felt proud of myself for seducing her and fucking her hardcore and anal.

Hurray, I could bring out the love in her, which had been hidden behind her shy nature. This is how I became her second husband. As I lay on top of her, I could feel her warm breath on my skin, and her nipples were still hard from the intense anal sex. I kissed her gently, and she responded with a soft moan. I slid my hand down her body, feeling her curves, and reached her pussy, which was still wet from our previous encounter. I inserted my fingers into her, and she arched her back, inviting me to fuck her again.

I pulled out my fingers and positioned myself to enter her pussy. As I thrust my cock into her, she cried out in pleasure, and I could feel her muscles tightening around me. I fucked her slowly, savoring the moment, and she responded with gentle moans. Kumar, who was watching us, couldn’t resist joining in. He got up from the chair and approached us, his cock hard and ready.

Maya, still being fucked by me, looked up at Kumar and smiled. She reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling him closer. I could feel her excitement growing as she took Kumar’s cock into her mouth, sucking him eagerly. I continued to fuck her, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter. Kumar’s eyes were closed, and he was moaning in pleasure as Maya sucked him.

As we continued our threesome, the room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, moaning, and the slapping of our bodies. I could feel Maya’s orgasm building up, and I increased my pace, fucking her harder and faster. She cried out, and her body shuddered as she came, her pussy convulsing around my cock.

Kumar, unable to hold back anymore, pulled out of Maya’s mouth and ejaculated on her face, his cum dripping down her cheeks and onto her breasts. I pulled out of her pussy and joined Kumar, ejaculating on her body, our cum mixing together on her skin.

As we lay there, exhausted and satisfied, Maya looked up at us with a smile. “I never knew sex could be so good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Kumar and I looked at each other, both of us knowing that we had awakened a new side of Maya, a side that was eager to explore her sexuality and experience new pleasures.

And so, our story continues, with Maya, Kumar, and I exploring the depths of our desires, pushing the boundaries of our relationship, and discovering new ways to pleasure each other. The journey is far from over, and we’re excited to see where it takes us.

After that, Maya and I embarked on a romantic honeymoon getaway to Goa. The next installment of our story is coming soon, so stay tuned!

For those eager to share their thoughts or feedback, feel free to reach out to me at [email protected]. I’d love to hear from you!

Pichli part mein aapne padha ki main Advocate Gunjan ke bolne par sasu mom ko gawahi ke liye taiyaar kar leta hu. Fir main Gunjan ke paas signature lekar jata hu, aur wahan Gunjan aur mere beech sex ka mahaul taiyaar ho jata hai. Ab aage:-

Gunjan apne aap ko nashe aur sex ke jaal mein fassi hui paa rahi thi, aur wo control se baahar ho kar mujhe kiss karti jaa rahi thi. Main uske boobs ko kapde ke upar se hi dabane laga, aur uske hontho ko chhodh kar uske mulayam gaal jo laal ho chuke the, usko kiss karne laga. Fir uske kaan ke chhed par apni jeebh gol-gol ghumane laga.

Gunjan mere aisa karne par aur garam hone lagi. Fir maine apni pant ko dheere se khol kar underwear bhi utaar di. Uske baad seedhe apne lund ko Gunjan ke muh ke paas le aaya.

Main jaanta tha ki ek pyaasi divorced mahila thi Gunjan, aur upar se daaru ke nashe mein bhi thi. Wo mera lund dekhte sath apni jeebh ko apne hontho par ferne lagi.

Gunjan: Wow, ita bada aur mota.

Main: Haa, ye ab sirf aapka hai, aur isko apne hatho mein to le lo.

Gunjan apne hatho mein lund lekar dekhne lagi. Lund garam tha, aur mutthi mein aa bhi nahi raha tha. Fir lund ki chamdi ko thoda peeche sarka ke, lund ki topi ko baahar karke dekhne lagi, jo laal rang ka foola hua tha.

Main: Kaisa laga mera lund?

Gunjan: Kaafi dino baad aaj ye mila hai. Iski gandh to mujhe bahut hi zyada achi lagti hai. Tumhara lund bada aur mota hone ke sath sundar bhi hai, aur clean shave bhi hai.

Aage Gunjan boli: Lund chhote aur bade se matlab nahi hota. Lund kitni der yudh ke maidan mein tik paata hai, ye dekhne ki baat hai.

Fir Gunjan ne lund ko apne muh ke paas kiya, aur jeebh se lund ki topi ko chaatne lagi. Gunjan ko dekh kar lag raha tha wo nashe mein zaroor thi, par wo kya kar rahi thi usko ache se pata tha.

Gunjan: Aahhh, ye to bahut namkeen sa hai. Iska swaad bahut hi badhiya hai. Fir poora lund apne muh ke andar lekar wo choosne lagi, aur ek hath se lund ki gotiyon ko masal rahi thi, aur doosre se lund ki chamdi ko gol-gol ghuma rahi thi.

Gunjan ke muh mein bhi main aahista se lund ke shot lagane laga. Main uske muh ko chodne laga aur fir main apni T-shirt ko bhi khol diya, aur poora nanga ho gaya. Maine ek baar lund ko Gunjan ke muh se baahar nikala, aur uski crop top ko baahar kiya. Fir usne khud apni bra ko bhi khol diya.

Gunjan ke boobs bilkul gol-gol shape mein upar ki aur uthe hue the. Uske nipples pink rang ke dekhte hi mere muh se paani aane laga. Gunjan apne hath boobs par rakh kar boli-

Gunjan: Ye hi dekha karte the na? Ab lo apne hath laga kar dekho kaise hai mere boobs?

Main Gunjan ke boobs ko hatho mein lekar uske mulayam-pann ko mehsoos karne laga. Mere chhoone se uske nipple kadak hote jaa rahe the. Maine apne dono hatho se boobs ko masalte hue dabana shuru kiya, aur nipple par chimti kaatne laga.

Gunjan ne mera chehra pakad kar apni boobs par laga diya, aur mere muh mein apne boobs de kar boobs chuswane lagi. Boobs chooste hue Gunjan mere lund ko mutthi maar rahi thi, aur main aahista se apna ek hath uski leggings ke andar daal diya. Fir panty ke upar se hi chut ko masalne laga.

Mujhe ab bas chut chahiye thi. Mera haal bura ho raha tha. Maine ek-dum se boobs ko chhodha, aur neeche sarka kar Gunjan ki leggings ko kheench kar baahar kar diya.

Gunjan: Nahi bas itna hi, aur aage nahi badh sakti main. Ye galat hai.

Main (Apne mann mein socha): Ye to ek baar fir khade lund par dhokha ho gaya mere sath. Ab to kuch karna hi hoga.

Main: Arre aap tension na lo. Main sirf aapko santushti dena chaahta hu. Aur aap jab tak nahi bologi, main ek kadam bhi aage nahi loonga. Main sirf aapko full satisfaction dena chaahta hu. Aapki chut ko apne muh se chaat kar aapki sewa ka ek mauka do aap.

Main fir Gunjan ki panty ke upar se hi chut chaatne laga, aur panty mein lage chut ke paani ko chaat kar uski mehak lene laga.

Gunjan: Aisa na karo Harsh, main tumse umar mein bhi badi hu. Aur tum ek shadi-shuda mard ho, tum apni patni ko dhokha de rahe ho.

Main: Main kya karu? Jab se aapko dekha hai, aapke ye kamuk badan ko dekha hai, main bas aapke hi sapne dekh raha hu.

Gunjan: Naa. Nahi aisa nahi kar sakte.

Main: Lekin aapko maza aa raha hai. Aa raha hai na maza?

Gunjan: Maine galti kar di. Pata nahi mujhe kya ho gaya tha, jo main behak gayi.

Main: Lekin aapki chut to kuch aur hi bol rahi hai. Ye to paani chhodh rahi hai. Aap ek mard ke sath ke liye kitne saalon se tarasati rahi ho?

Gunjan (Apne mann mein sochi): Main uttejit ho rahi hu. Ab main kya karu?

Main mauka dekh kar Gunjan ki panty ko bhi neeche sarka diya, aur chut mein apni jeebh laga kar chaatne laga.

Gunjan: Oh ye kya kiya tumne Harsh? Aaahhhh uffffff Harsh mujhe aise mat chaato.

Main: Lekin aapki chut se bahut zyada paani beh raha hai. Kya aap sach mein abhi bhi mujhe rokna chaahti ho?

Gunjan: Harsh ye sach hai ki main bhi yahi chaahti hu, par.

Main: Sharmao mat, sab kuch bhool jao. Is wakt main ek mard hu, aur aap ek aurat. Sach batao, ki kya aapko chut chatwane mein maza aa raha hai?

Gunjan: Haa, bahut maza aa raha hai mujhe. Meri chut ek mard ke liye tadap rahi hai.

Main: Iska ye matlab hai Gunjan ji, ki aapko mera lund chahiye, aur mujhe aapki chut.

Main Gunjan ke dono pairon ko khol kar uske beech aa gaya, aur jaldi se lund ko chut mein set karke ek dhakka laga diya.

Gunjan: Aaahhhhh nahi aaahh mmmmm ufff.

Main: Kisi ko kuch pata nahi chalega ki aap mere se chudwati ho. Aur hum roz yahan pati-patni ke jaise chudai kar sakte hai (Aur main lagataar Gunjan ki chut mein shot lagata raha).

Gunjan: Aaahhh uhhhh aaahhhh. Roz, wo bhi pati-patni ke jaise!

Main: Sab kuch bhool jao, aur chudai ka maza lo. Aur mujhe bhi apne garam aur sundar jism ka maza lene do. Main aapse pyar karta hu, aur apne pyar ko chodna koi galat bhi nahi hai.

Gunjan: Aahhh, ab mujhe koi ki parwah nahi. Chodo mujhe, aur ek mard ki jo kami thi meri zindagi mein, usko poora karo.

Main Gunjan ki chut mein poora lund daal chuka tha, aur apni raftaar ko badhate hi jaa raha tha. Sath hi Gunjan ko lip kiss bhi karne laga.

Gunjan (apne mann mein sochi): Harsh ko lagta hai wo mujhe chod raha hai. Par asli mein to main hi usse aisa karwa rahi hu, aur apni hawas mita rahi hu.

Gunjan: Aahhh, bahut acha lag raha hai. Aur tez karo Harsh, aur tez, bahut maza de rahe ho tum.

Main: Oh, aapki chut adbhut hai.

Gunjan: Oh Harsh, tum mere andar jhad rahe ho, main mehsoos kar paa rahi hu. Main bhi jhadne hi wali hu.

Main Gunjan ki chut ke andar hi apne lund ki malayi chodh diya, aur sath hi Gunjan bhi jhad gayi. Hum dono paseene mein bheege hue ek-doosre ko dekh kar muskura rahe the, aur wo boli ki usko bahut zyada santusti mili thi aaj.

Hum dono nange hi ek-doosre ki baahon mein poori raat sote rahe. Fir subha sunday bhi mere paas tha. Main subha utha to dekha ki Gunjan uth chuki thi. Mere upar ek chAadar thi, shayad Gunjan ne hi dali hogi.

Main uth kar apne kapde pehan liya, aur Gunjan ko dhoondhne laga. Gunjan mujhe kitchen mein kaam karti dikhayi di, aur main wahan jaa kar usko peeche se pakadne hi wala tha, ki calling bell baji ding-dong ding-dong.

Main jhat se baahar hall mein jaa kar baith gaya. Fir Gunjan ne darwaza khola, aur ek 48 saal ki mahila andar aayi. Wo mahila mujhe kuch jaani-pehchani lag rahi thi. Par samajh nahi aaya ki wo thi kon?

Gunjan ne us mahila se baat karna shuru kiya, aur Gunjan us mahila ko mummy bol rahi thi. Fir pata chala ki wo Gunjan ki maa thi. Gunjan ki maa Gunjan ke ghar par hi bane office waale room mein chali gayi aur file wagaira dekhne lagi.

Main fir dobara se kitchen mein gaya, aur Gunjan ko peeche se hug kar liya. Main apne lund ko uski gaand mein ghisne laga, aur dono hatho se Gunjan ke boobs ko dabane laga.

Gunjan: Abhi nahi Harsh. Mummy court ka kaam kar rahi hai kamre mein. Agar thodi bhi awaaz hui, to mummy ko pata chal jayega.

Main: Mujhe aapka muh band karna aata hai. Isse aapki awaaz band ho jayegi (aur maine Gunjan ke muh mein apna lund daal diya).

Itne mein Gunjan ki mummy kitchen ki aur aa gayi aur bolne lagi: Gunjan kahan ho?

Mujhe dekhte hi Gunjan ki mummy ne kaha: Sorry, main sochi ki Gunjan hai kitchen mein.

Wo paani lene aayi thi. Main waise hi raha aur paani ki bottle unhe de di, aur wo chali gayi.

Gunjan: Oh bach gaye aaj to. Tum to bahut shararti ho. Mummy yahan thi, fir bhi mere se lund chusa rahe the. Par badi muskil se aur bade din baad naseeb hua hai ye lund. Ab to main is lund ki malayi apne muh mein lena chaahti hu slurp slurp.

Main: Aah Gunjan, maza aa gaya mujhe. Kya mast lund choos rahi ho aaahhhh. Mujhe mast kar diya aahh uffffff.

Gunjan: Maza to mujhe bhi bahut aa raha hai itna mota aur mast lund ko choos kar. Iska swaad to mujhe bahut hi zyada pasand aa raha hai.

Main: Meri lund chusayi poori zindagi mein aaj tak aisi nahi hui. Bahut badhiya tareeke se lund choosti ho aap.

Gunjan: Slurp slurp mmhhhh aaahhhh.

Main: Main jhadne wala hu.

Gunjan: Mere muh mein daal do, tumhari saari malayi Harsh.

Main: Haa main jhad raha hu.

Aur maine ek zor ki dhaar uske muh mein maari aur dher saari lund ki malayi uske chehre aur uske muh ke andar daal di. Gunjan ne muskurate hue mujhe dekha, aur mere lund ki malayi ko apni jeebh se chaatne lagi.

Gunjan: Ab main kaam kar lu, nahi to mummy ko pata chal jayega.

Main: Lagta hai aapki mummy bhi achi padhi likhi hai, jo wo aapke court ki file dekh rahi hai.

Gunjan (muskurate hue): Arre wo to judge hai, aur tumhare sasur ji ka case bhi unke hi paas hai.

Main: Oh haa, isiliye mujhe aapki mummy dekhi hui lag rahi thi. Kya wo aapke sath hi rehti hai?

Gunjan: Nahi wo mere sath nahi rehti hai, par hum dono ek hi building mein rehte hai. Aur next second wala mummy ka ghar hai. Ab tumhe chale jana chahiye, aur kal apni sasu ji ko lekar zaroor aana court gawahi ke liye.

Main: Theek hai (aur fir ek baar lip kiss karke wahan se chala jata hu).

Building ki lift mein mujhe fir se Gunjan ki mummy mil gayi, aur wo boli: Bachhe mujhe pata hai tum yahan kyun aaye the?

Maine kuch nahi kaha, aur wahan se seedhe apne guest house aa gaya. Jaise hi guest house aaya, to dekha ki Pummy aur Rani mein ladayi ho rahi thi. Wo log ab ek room mein sone ke liye bhi taiyaar nahi the. Maine Pummy aur Rani ko paise diye, aur ladayi shant karwayi.

Fir bola: Ek kaam karo. Ek din Rani, ek din Pummy, aur ek din sasu mom mere room ke extra bed par so jao.

Ye baat sab ko samajh bhi aayi. Maine fir sab ke sath dinner kiya aur Pummy ke sath guest house ke park mein ghoomne laga. Hum log ghoom hi rahe the, ki guest house ke peeche ek swimming pool dikha jiske baare mein aaj se pehle hum logon ko pata hi nahi tha.

Main aur Pummy kaafi zyada excited ho kar guest house ke manager ke paas gaye. Fir unse swimming pool ko khulwa kar swimming karne lage. Maine aur Pummy ne andhere ka faida utha kar ek-doosre ko kiss karna shuru kar diya. Main sirf underwear aur Pummy sirf ek bra aur panty mein paani ke andar chale gaye.

Paani ke andar jaate hi Pummy ne mera lund pakad liya, aur main uski panty mein hath daal kar uski chut mein ungli daal kar chut chodne laga.

Pummy ke raseele hontho ko main choosne laga, aur chut mein ungli karte raha. Kuch der baad wo pool ke kinare mein baith gayi aur main neeche paani mein se hi uski chut ko chaatne laga. Fir dobara se Pummy ko neeche paani mein kheench kar, lund ko chut mein set karke, lund andar daal diya.

Ye pehla mauka tha, ki main swimming pool mein kisi ki chudai kar raha tha. Aur ye pariwar to chudakkad pariwar tha, jo ab mere lund par meharban tha.

Maine Pummy ko chodte wakt ek ungli uski gaand mein fassa di, aur uski to bahut zor se cheekh nikal gayi. Maine fir gaand mein ki hui ungli ko aage-peeche karna shuru kiya, aur uski gaand kholne ki koshish karne laga. Kuch aur der aisa karne ke baad main wo ungli ko apne naak ke paas laaya, aur soonghne laga.

Pummy ye dekh kar mujhe boli: Aap bahut gande ho jiju.

Main fir uske chehre ko pakad kar wo ungli usko sunghane laga. Pehle to wo naa karne lagi. Fir pata nahi kya hua usko, wo khud maze se soonghne lagi.

Wo boli: Ye gandh to mujhe aur uttejit kar raha hai.

Main ek baar fir Pummy ki gaand mein ungli daal kar andar-baahar karne laga, aur fir us ungli ko apne muh mein lekar chaatne laga.

Pummy: Jiju aap aisa kar rahe ho? Main soch bhi nahi sakti ki koi aisa karega. I love you Harsh. I love you so much. Aapne meri usme ungli karke chaat liya.

Harsh: Pummy main apne dil aur jaan se tumhe pasand karta hu. I love you too, love you too so much. Main ye bol hi raha tha ki Pummy ne wo ungli jo maine Pummy ki gaand mein dali thi, usko pakad ke khud apne muh mein le liya.

To be continued…

After two weeks we had a long weekend, so me and Ayaan decided to let’s make it out in that weekend only.

The weekend had finally arrived, and Ayaan and I were on our way to my home. Ayaan, sitting in the passenger seat, tapped his fingers on the dashboard, lost in thought.

“This still feels unreal bro,” he said, staring at the road ahead.

I replied. “You’re telling me? You’re the one who spent times chatting with her.”

Ayaan exhaled sharply. “Yeah, but that was texting. This is real. She’s going to be right there, in front of me.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “What if I mess up?”

I chuckled. “Then you’ll be a living example of ‘expectation vs. reality.’ Haha!”

Ayaan glared at me, but I could tell he was excited beneath the nervousness. The last two weeks had been a strange. Ever since that late-night conversation where my mom had unexpectedly played along with Ayaan’s teasing.

I had invited Ayaan over for the weekend with a perfectly normal excuse, just two college friends visiting home, taking a break from hostel life. My mom had readily agreed, of course she said yes as it was Ayaan, finally going to meet. She was happy to have guests over. She had no clue that I knew about all of it.

As we neared my house, Ayaan turned to me. “She doesn’t suspect anything, right?”

I shook my head. “Nope. As far as she knows, you’re just my friend staying over. She doesn’t know I’ve read all your chats. She doesn’t know I planned this.”

Ayaan exhaled slowly. “Alright… let’s do this.”

As I parked, my mom stepped out onto the veranda, dressed casually in a simple yet elegant kurti. She smiled warmly when she saw us.

“There you boys are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”

Ayaan immediately straightened up; his previous nervousness replaced by a more controlled expression. But I caught the way his eyes lingered on her for a fraction longer than necessary.

I smirked in mind. It’s starting.

As we stepped inside, the familiar feel of home surrounded me. The evening was settling in.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Mom said, walking toward the kitchen. “I’ve made something special for you both.”

Ayaan dropped his bag near the couch and stretched. I could tell he was making an effort to act normal, but I could see the flicker of something else in his eyes, an awareness, a tension that hadn’t been there before.

I nudged him lightly. “Relax, bro. You’re acting like you’re meeting your future in-laws.”

Ayaan shot me a look. “Shut up.”

I grinned but said nothing. Mom returned a moment later, handing us two glasses of chilled lemonade. She settled into the armchair across from us, her posture relaxed.

“So, how’s college treating you both?” she asked, her gaze shifting between us.

I launched into a casual conversation about classes, assignments, and hostel life, but I was only half-listening to myself. My focus was on Ayaan, how he responded, how he held himself.

To his credit, he was playing it cool. He laughed at my jokes, engaged in conversation, and subtly mirrored my mom’s energy. But there were moments where I caught something else. The way his eyes flickered over her when she leaned back, the quick glances when she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

She was completely unaware of the undercurrents at play. Or at least, she pretended to be.

At one point, she glanced at Ayaan. “You’ve grown, more muscular now? I remember when you were still that skinny kid.” She nodded me too to neutralize her words.

Ayaan chuckled. “Yeah, well… I had to keep up.”

Mom smiled. “You turned out well.”

There was something in her tone, just a fraction warmer than necessary.

Ayaan leaned back. “I could say the same about you.” His voice was casual, but I caught the edge of something else.

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Ayaan smirked. “You don’t look a day older than when I last saw you.”

I nearly choked on my drink. That was smooth.

Mom laughed. “Oh, please. Don’t try to flatter me. I know exactly how much I’ve aged.”

Ayaan shrugged. “If you say so. But I disagree.”

There was a pause, just for a moment. Then Mom shook her head, amused. “You’re trouble.”

Ayaan grinned. “I’ve been told.”

I watched the exchange closely, the unspoken energy between them. It was subtle, but the tone had shifted. My mom was still playing along in a lighthearted way, but Ayaan was laying the groundwork.

It was happening. I stretched, pretending to be oblivious. “Mom, I’m going to freshen up. Ayaan, you coming?”

Ayaan glanced at me. “Yeah, sure.”

As we walked toward my room, I whispered, “You’re smoother than I expected.”

Ayaan smirked. “Told you. Now let’s see where this weekend takes us.”

By saying this, I left home and just visited the park. I had no plans, I just went to park and sat on bench, thinking of what may was happening in my home. The game had begun. And I was super excited.

Time was passing slowly, I was having peanuts, some other snacks. I was just killing time there alone with lots of kink and thrill with thoughts I was getting about my mom getting fucked by Ayaan.

I was not expecting them to fuck in first ever meet itself, I had less expectations, but I was pretty sure that something intimate, naughty things must had going to happen.

It was few hours now, already a late night. It was time to go back home. I just ping Ayaan and started walking to home. Once I stepped inside, everything seemed normal. My mom was in her room, and Ayaan was likely still in mine. Without wasting another moment, I dashed to my room, bursting through the door. Ayaan looked up.

“You won’t believe what just happened!” he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

I leaned forward; I was losing my patience in curiosity. “Tell me! What happened?”

He took a deep breath; the thrill of the moment was clear on his face. “Everything we had thought of,” he replied.

I shout, “Oh really? WOW!” I was urging him to spill every juicy detail. “You have to tell me everything!”

Ayaan leaned back, ready to recount the adventure that had unfolded after I left.

“So, the moment you walked out of home, it was like we both knew something was about to change. Your mom was sitting on the couch, and I could see this playful spark in her eyes.” he started with tugging at his lips.

Ayaan continued, his voice was low and teasing. “I walked in, and she looked up at me with a smile. Like she was waiting for me to make the first move. I casually mentioned our earlier conversation about her lips, and she just laughed, saying, ‘Well, you’ll have to see for yourself how good they really are.’”

I leaned in closer, completely engrossed. “And then?”

“Then it just… escalated,” Ayaan said, his eyes filled with excitement. “I moved closer, and we started this flirty banter. She was playful, testing my confidence with little touches here and there. Every time our hands brushed; it sent a jolt through me.”

“Damn!” my mind was racing with further possibilities. “What happened next?”

Ayaan grinned, clearly enjoying the recounting. “At one point, she asked if I wanted to help her in the kitchen. It was a perfect excuse for some close contact. As we cooked, she kept leaning into me, her shoulder brushing against mine. The tension was unreal.”

“Wow, that sounds intense!” I said, picturing the scene in my mind.

“Right?” Ayaan continued, getting into it. “So, there we were, standing side by side, and she turned to me, saying, ‘You know, I’ve always thought confidence looks good on a guy.’ It was like she was daring me to take a chance.”

“Did you kiss her?” I asked.

Ayaan was enjoying the moment while expressing. “I did. I leaned in and kissed her. It started soft, but she responded with this spark, like she was waiting for me to take that leap. Her lips were just as amazing as I imagined.”

I felt a thrill run through me. “And then?”

“The kiss deepened. It felt so natural, yet so exhilarating. We lost ourselves in that moment”, he told.

“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter,” Ayaan continued, “she whispered, ‘There’s so much more to explore.’ That was my cue. I took her hand and led her to the couch.”

I imagined the scene unfolding. “What happened next?” I urged, desperate to know more.

“Well,” Ayaan said, a sly smile spreading across his face, “let’s just say we didn’t hold back. Things got steamy really fast. She was all in, and it felt like we were both finally giving in to the chemistry that had been building.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, my mind was thinking with images of the intimate moments he was describing. “Wow, that’s incredible! You really went for it!”

Ayaan nodded; his excitement infectious. “Yeah, man. It was wild, and it felt so right.”

“Did you guys… you know… go further, till pussy?” I asked.

Ayaan then nodded. “Yup! We did,”

I replied, “Behenchod! Really? WOW, tell me…”

Ayaan said. “Hmm, where was I? Oh right, the couch. So, I pull her close after that, and she doesn’t resist at all. In fact, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer.”

He paused, taking a sip of soft drink. “I started kissing her neck, slowly way down. Exploring the curve of her throat, the sensitive skin behind her ear.”

I leaned forward and asked.” And then?”

“And then I started unbuttoning her kurti. Slowly, teasingly, and let me tell you, she was wearing a lacy bra underneath, thing that was begging to be taken off, Haha” Ayaan said.

He had blush rising on his cheeks. “When I finally got the kurti off, it slipped to the floor that left her standing there in just her bra and pants. She just stood there, looking at me. Not shy, not hesitant, just pure desire. It was like she was daring me to go further, challenging me to prove I was worthy. You know.”

“Damn,” I said, imagining the scene. “That’s intense.”

Ayaan nodded. “It was. I reached behind her back. I searched for the clasp of her bra. When I finally unhooked it, the bra fell open, revealing her breasts.”

He paused again, lost in the memory. “And then… her Boobs spilled out, full and round, the nipples dark and erect. Bhai, it was just awesome. They were even more perfect than I had imagined, they are so so soft bro.”

“Wow,” I commented. My own pulse was quickening listening to this.

“I started kissing them, sucking them. Then with more pressure, sucking on her nipples. She arched on her back, not moaning much now, but she was playful and enjoying it. It was driving me wild too, the feel of her skin against my lips, the taste of her on my tongue. Amazing!”

“What was she doing?” I asked, eager to hear every detail.

“Umm, she was running her hands through my hair, was trying to pull me closer, you know like urging for me. And yes, then she only started unbuttoning my shirt. She was just as eager as I was, desperate to feel my skin against hers.”

Ayaan leaned in closer. “Once our shirts were off, we just held each other, skin to skin. It felt incredible yaar, the softness of her boobs against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. And then I started kissing her again. Our tongues together, a desperate, and it was like we were the only two people in the world, lost.”

“I get it,” I said, nodding slowly. “But was it more than just physical?”

“Exactly, but not really. I don’t think so, it was just fun. Not more than that.” Ayaan said. “It was only like we were both finally giving in to something pleasurable, a joy, a need. That’s it.”

“What about downstairs uh?” I asked as I was unable to contain my curiosity any longer.

Ayaan smirked. “Patience, my friend. We’re getting there. So, after a while, I started kissing my way down her stomach. When I reached the waistband of her pants, I paused, looking up at her, seeking her permission. She nodded like giving me the green light to continue.”

“Damn,” I breathed, my imagination was running wild. “This is getting intense.”

“You have no idea,” Ayaan said, shaking his head. “I unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid them down her legs. She was wearing these tiny little panties, a delicate lace that barely covered anything. They were the same color as her bra, a matching set of orange. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, this woman, my best friend’s mom, utterly irresistible.”

He paused for a second and then continued, “I started kissing her thighs, and working my way up to her pussy, teasing it with my fingertips. She was moaning and squirming, begging me to touch her, her hips was bucking against my hand. And so I did. It was freshly shaved bro, she was already prepared for it before our visit.”

I replied, “Hmm, maybe.” Till that time, I was completely hard, excited to know final thrill of their session, so I asked directly. “How did you fuck? Which position?”

Ayaan looked at me. “Yeah, it was simple missionary man at first. I parted her legs and rub pussy for some moments. Then I started stroking her, gently at first, then with more pressure. She was moaning louder now, her body was shaking with pleasure bro.”

“And then? You cummed?” I asked.

“Haha, nope. And then she cummed, before me.” Ayaan said.

I replied, “What?”

Ayaan said, “Yes! She cummed. She screamed my name; she was in my arms. It was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced, witnessing her release, feeling her pleasure.”

He contined, “After that, I cummed. And guess what?

I asked, “What bro?”

Ayaan replied, “It was creampie. I cummed in pussy.”

I exclaimed hearing it, “Woah, Cool!”

Ayaan contined, “We just lay there for long, tangled together. It was silent for a moment. And then she looked at me and said, ‘Wow. That was… amazing.’”

“What did you say?” I asked.

“I just smiled and kissed her again, Hugged her.” Ayaan said. “And then we started all over again. And that was awesome too.”

As Ayaan recounted every detail, I listened intently. That night, Ayaan spilled the whole story. I was hooked, man. Like, damn, my best friend nailed my mom! We went over it all night, every second of it. It was fucked up, but I couldn’t stop listening. By morning, we were dead tired.

We woke up with the night before heavy on us. We didn’t say much, just showered and grabbed some biscuits. Then we snuck out, trying not to wake my mom. But she was already up, smiling like nothing was wrong. She hugged us both tight and said, “Bye, boys!” like it was any other day.

Walking away, I realized now we had this secret, and things would never be the same. Was it wrong? Maybe. Did it feel good to hear about it? Hell yeah. Was it gonna get even weirder from here on out? I had no fucking clue.

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Hello readers, this is my first-time submission or confession about a real encounter with a stranger. I saw a girl in Goa who drew me in with her sexy figure. We had a couple of sex chatting sessions over Instagram. After that, she blocked me; it’s been a year. After a year, I got a message from Instagram with her name. I doubted it, as it might be fake. Later, she convinced me, saying that she is the same girl, but she was chatting with another Instagram account so that our chats would be secret and never disclosed to anyone.

From that day onwards, our chatting went on for almost 24 hours. We used to start with normal chatting, and it would end with so much erotic sex chat, and we would end with multiple orgasms. Slowly, I started to feel the urge to fuck her, and I directly told her that I wanted to fuck her in all possible positions. She denied it, saying it wasn’t possible in her hometown, as the entire town is filled with lots of relatives.

After convincing her for multiple days and exchanging multiple nude pics with each other, she finally agreed to meet me during some festival time, so that everybody would be distracted, and we could have some time to enjoy ourselves. So, here’s the story of what we did during our stay and how we enjoyed it. Please feel free to provide your feedback.

Hello, I hope all is well with you. While searching for you, I came across a hot, attractive friend from your hometown. At first, she just sent a request, claiming it was your second account. We began talking, and she quickly learned everything about me. Before long, our conversations turned romantic, with every moment feeling more intimate. She had a figure similar to yours, with measurements of 32D-30-38. Our conversations became more intimate, and every day, she would message me, often mentioning your name.

As days passed, I traveled to your hometown during Ganesh Chaturthi to meet her. I had also mentioned it to your friend, and I believe he told you. We met near the fort and visited several places. I had asked you to wear the same Goa skirt and black top, and you showed up in that exact outfit. It was an isolated spot you led me to, and I was simply following behind you. As you walked ahead, I couldn’t help but notice the way your hips swayed, making me instantly aroused. The sight of your thick thighs in that skirt had an effect on me like never before.

When we arrived at the spot, we sat down for a while to chat. Feeling thirsty, we started drinking some water. As you drank, I couldn’t help but notice the way your throat moved, and how your boobs subtly followed the same rhythm. You accidentally spilled some water on your chest, soaking your t-shirt, and the sight of it drove me wild. Feeling fully aroused, I wrapped my arm around your back, placing my right hand on your breast and gently squeezing.

With my other hand, I began caressing your soft, smooth thighs, their irresistible softness driving me wild. You started moaning softly, moving closer to me, and began touching my hardness, which was more intense than ever. We shared a deep kiss as you slowly unzipped my jeans, freeing me from the confines of my underwear. You whispered that I was much harder and bigger than you remembered, and even better than your ex.

As you gently caressed me, I slowly moved my hand to your inner thighs and felt your panties, already damp from your arousal. We continued kissing passionately as you gave me a perfect hand job, driving me wild. I slid your panties down to your knees and began exploring your pussy, slipping two fingers inside. You were so tight, and the warmth of your body was overwhelming.

I then gently laid you down on the grassy rock and climbed on top of you, my hardness brushing against your thighs. You wrapped your legs around me as I kissed you deeply, feeling your lips on mine while pressing against your breasts. Through your t-shirt, I could see your nipples, hard and visible, since you weren’t wearing a bra.

You gently guided me to your entrance, holding my hardness in your hand. As I was about to enter, you softly said, “Be gentle.” Smiling, I nodded and pushed forward, sliding halfway inside. You bit my shoulder, reminding me of your request to go slow. I smiled again, then gave a deeper thrust, pushing all the way inside. You let out a loud moan, your voice filled with both pleasure and intensity. I could see the tears of joy in your eyes as you moaned, and I stayed still for a moment, kissing you softly to soothe you from the tightness, knowing I was filling you completely.

Once you were relaxed, I began thrusting hard with increasing intensity. You moaned my name, and I echoed yours, the tightness giving you incredible pleasure. I was thoroughly enjoying every moment as I rode you. As the pace quickened, I wanted to taste your breasts, so you let me lift your shirt, allowing me to suck on them while you took each thrust. When we were both on the edge of climax, I pulled out, letting my release spill over your thighs, while your own juices flowed onto the rock beneath us.

We had an amazing time and shared incredible pleasure over those three days. It was my first experience having sex in public places. Later, she visited me in Mumbai during Navaratri and confessed that she and you were different people. At first, I was upset, but she eventually convinced me to continue our relationship. She also encouraged me to share my fantasies about you, so I wouldn’t feel guilty about missing you. So, here I am, opening up about my fantasy with you. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please let me know—we can still be good friends after this.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you’re interested in hearing more about my fantasy with the girl I met in Goa, I’d love to continue sharing it with you. Please feel free to leave your feedback and let me know if you’d like me to proceed with the rest of my story.

Hi everyone! This is Surya, from Hyderabad. Since this is my first time sharing my own experience, I kindly ask for your forgiveness if I make any mistakes. A little about me: I am 28 years old, single, and unmarried (I recently ended a difficult relationship). I make a good living as an IT employee for an MNC. I am a huge fan of Harry Potter movies. My physical attributes include being fair-skinned, with silky hair, weighing 72 kg, 5’8″ in height, and having a slightly athletic build due to my love for sports, especially cricket and badminton.

Anyone from the Telugu states or Hyderabad, I would especially love to hear from you. I am always up for a date, a casual get-together, a fling, emotional support, or anything else you girls want to call it.

Now, let’s get into the story: this is my latest encounter with a girl I met through a matrimonial site. Her name is Harika. She approached me first, and we quickly swapped WhatsApp numbers to get to know each other better, which led to phone calls.

We swapped biodata/kundlis and quickly discovered that they didn’t match. But we wanted to be friends at least (we were both quite drawn to each other after seeing the matrimonial photos).

I’m staying alone in SR Nagar. As she was also working in Hyderabad, we decided to meet up for some shopping on a weekend. Later, it turned into an unscheduled movie plan. So, we met at AMB Mall in Kondapur, did some shopping, and while talking, I discovered she was a great admirer of Jr. NTR, and it was the third day of Devara’s release.

So, I asked whether she was up for the movie, and she replied yes without any second thought, as the bookings were closing, and it was the last show for that day.

The movie ended at 1:30 a.m., and by the time we arrived at her PG on my bike, it was late, and the PG was locked. This was completely unexpected, and she was scared. She attempted to call some of her friends, but her attempts were futile. Luckily, I was there to help. I invited her to my apartment because I was staying alone, and she could have the entire bedroom to herself. She reluctantly accepted since she was left with no other alternative.

While driving back to my place, the monsoon cold breeze brought us closer, and she almost hugged me from behind. It raised some sexual tension between us. Once we reached my home, I showed her my bedroom.

Me: “Here is my closet, feel free to use any of my clothes and make yourself comfortable for the rest of the night.”

She closed the bedroom door while I was leaving.

(I forgot to tell you about her – she is also an IT employee, two years younger than me, 5’5″ in height, with a slim body and a nice structure. As we were meeting for the first time, she was dressed in a gorgeous wine-red single piece that ended far below her knee.)

She walked out of my bedroom after 10 minutes, and I was much more surprised than before. I was expecting her to be fully clothed, but she came out wearing an oversized black t-shirt with boxers, and her sleeves rolled up, making it look like a sleeveless.

She came near me and playfully closed my lower jaw, which was open as I was awestruck by seeing her.

Harika: “What are you looking at, mister…?”

I felt a little embarrassed and tried to make conversation, offering her some ice cream, which I made (yes, I cook really well). We sat on our sofa-cum-bed, eating ice cream, and I was playfully roasting her, which is my love language.

She started hitting me as she was funnily annoyed, and a spoonful of ice cream fell on her shirt in this hustle. I quickly grabbed a couple of tissues and started wiping the shirt, and then realized my hands were on her chest. So, I instantly withdrew my hands and asked her to go change if needed.

She went to my bedroom and returned in two minutes. My heart sank after seeing her in my skin-colored vest. She slowly walked up to the couch and stood in front of me. Sensually, she raised her right knee and placed it on the sofa before me, in slow motion, to the other end of the couch.

Harika was staring at me angrily…

Me: “I apologize for spilling the ice cream.”

Harika: “You deserve some punishment then.”

Me: “Whatever you say.”

She kept her feet on my thighs and asked me to massage them.I gently massaged her chilly, silky, light pink feet. After a few minutes, I resumed roasting her about her feet.

Me: “Your feet are very sensitive, pale, and weak, as if you are a patient.”

Harika: “Hello! I do have a lot of power than you” (in an offended tone).

Me: “In that case, shall we arm wrestle?”

Harika: “Yes, I am ready, and I dare you to win.”

Me: “Look at your biceps once before challenging.”

Harika raised her arm to flex her biceps, and her underarms were very fair, velvety, and smooth, which I liked a lot.

Harika: “Stop staring at me and let’s start.”

Me: “Okay.”

Harika: “The best of three wins.”

Me: “I am fine with this.”

I showed no mercy in the first round, and she lost.

Harika: “Why are you using your left hand when you are right-handed?”

Me: “A few days ago, I got hurt while playing cricket, and my right hand is hurting a little and lost its strength.”

Harika: “I don’t care; you have to play with your right hand only.”

Me: “Okay, then.”

I eventually lost in the next two rounds.

Harika: “Yay! I won, and you lost, sucker!”

She was swinging her hips and swaying her arms like a kind of dancing, exposing her sexy, velvety armpits.

I felt very embarrassed losing to a girl and challenged her again.

Me: “Let’s play again, but with a twist…”

Harika: “What’s that?”

I gathered my courage and said:

Me: “After each round, the person who loses has to remove one piece of clothing from their body!!!”

She hesitated at first. Then I started roasting her, saying she is a coward, and finally, she accepted the challenge.

Harika: “Let’s begin, then.”

Me: “Someone is too excited, it seems.”

Round 1:

I started with my right hand and lost. She started teasing me and asked me to remove a piece of clothing, and I took off my t-shirt.

When I took off my tee, she came near me and ran her cold fingers over my slightly formed abs from my navel to my lips. I tried to bite her finger, but she was quick enough to pull back.

Harika: “Time for the 2nd round. I am going to make you naked in a few minutes.”

Me: “Let’s see, then.”

Round 2:

Now I used my left hand, my strong one, and I won.

Me: “Time for you to show me some skin” (imitating her voice).

Harika made a sad face and started removing her shorts. I was staring at her lustily, and to avoid my looks, she turned back. As soon as she bent to remove the shorts, I saw her bootilicious, round ass covered with a maroon-colored, lacy, cheeky lingerie hugging her firm butts. I couldn’t stop myself from giving her a good smack on her left ass cheek, which surprised her and made her ass jiggle. She instantly turned around, grabbed my right nipple, and began pinching it. Surprisingly, it felt great, and a boner developed in my track pants.

Harika: “Let’s start again now, and I will take revenge by slapping your bare ass.”

Round 3:

I used my right hand now and lost again. Harika jumped with joy and asked me to remove another piece of clothing.

She expected me to drop my track pants because I was already half-nude above the waist. But, surprise, I bowed as if bowing to her and quickly removed both my underwear and pants, putting my pants back on and leaving my underwear on the floor. She couldn’t see my half-erected dick or my ass when I was leaning towards her.

Harika: “Hey, this is cheating…” (with a shocking expression).

Me: “How can this be cheating? I am supposed to remove a piece of clothing, and I just did.”

Harika: “Ha… I should also have done the same way.”

Me: “Don’t worry, dear, your ass looks very, very delicious.”

Harika: “You are soon going to be nude, mister.”

Me: “Why are we wasting our time, then?”

We started to play again, and it’s round 4, and now she came up with an ultimatum.

Harika: “If we need to continue this game, you have to play with your right hand only.”

After so much argument, I finally accepted her demands.

In this round, I luckily won with so much pain and effort. That was a very close game, and she almost won at a point.

Me: “I really can’t believe my stars now… Finally, I am going to see you naked.”

Harika, with full shyness, gently removed her panty while sitting, trying not to give me a glimpse of her love hole. I couldn’t see her vagina clearly as she was seated in a padmasana stance. But I did notice she had just shaved it, and her mons pubis was clean and as fair as her gorgeous navel.

She was attempting to hide her private parts with the tank top she was wearing, but fortunately, it was a little short. Then she set aside her panty, and I snatched it from the floor, saw a wet patch, and started teasing her.

Me: “Someone seems to be horny…”

And then I sniffed it with a deep breath. Believe me, guys, it has a very unique smell mixed with her sweat and body wash fragrances. She tried to catch it from my hands, and in this process, I had a glimpse of her vagina. She realized immediately and pulled down her tank top to cover, which in turn revealed her gorgeous cleavage.

My eyes widened after seeing her cleavage. Then she left her panty in my hand and adjusted the only clothing on her body, attempting to hide as much as possible.

Me: “We are even now… both of us are left with a piece of clothing each. Let’s see who is going to win now.”

We started to play again, and it went very long. She tried a lot to win that round. She even tried to distract me by flashing her cleavage, smiling at me, and biting her lips seductively. But I know this is nothing compared to what I can get if I win. So, I gave it my best and luckily won.

Me: “Yay! Yahoo!”

And I began shouting, “Strip, strip, strip,” to which she took her mobile and played the Manohara song, stood up, and came to me romantically. She started moving her body rhythmically and rubbed her naked ass to my crotch area. My boner started to grow now.

I placed my hands on her waist and performed a few salsa-style steps, during which my boner started hitting her navel area, and she looked down at it. She tried to hold it, but I stopped her and held the bottom of her tank top. She understood and gently raised her arms in the air, and I removed it and threw it aside. Now, my pretty, sexy girl from matrimony is standing right in front of me, completely naked.

I was really on cloud 9. Her physique resembled Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, with fair skin, firm round boobs, nicely curved buttocks, and a very sexy, little, round, deep navel similar to that of heroine Tamanna. She had pinkish-brown nipples that were protruding owing to the heat between us.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her hair back so that her face was turned upwards. I went near her lips and gave a little peck. I kissed her forehead, cheeks, and chin before biting her nose lightly. She moaned in pain, and then came to kiss my lips. We kissed for a few minutes before I started dancing. She placed her feet on mine, and I began dancing softly. After a few minutes, I took her up in my arms and asked if we could move to the bed, to which she agreed, and I carried her to my bedroom.

I was swinging her in my arms all the way to the bedroom when her feet accidentally hit the door, causing us both to chuckle.

Her boobs bounced when I threw her into my bed, which was a beautiful sight. I immediately pounced on her, to which her boobs jiggled again. She held my hair and pushed me down to her boobs. I understood the assignment and started kissing her chest and areolas while squeezing and caressing them.

I intentionally avoided her nipples. She couldn’t control herself, and she grabbed my hair and brought my face towards her right nipple, asking me to suck it without any words. I was in no mood to tease her, and I started to kiss her right nipple while pressing and playing her left nipple with my right hand.

I twisted her nipple, sucked it, and kissed it. I drew circles on her light brown-colored areolas with my wet tongue. I then shifted to her left nipple and began using my left hand to massage her right. I hadn’t been nude with a girl for about a year, and I was therefore in a great mood.

I played with her boobies for almost 20 minutes and also gave small occasional bites. Nipples are very, very sensitive parts for women with very less pain tolerance. So, guys, please be careful while biting them.

I then sniffed her sexy, velvety, delicious underarms and buried my face in them. I kissed, licked, slurped, and even cleaned her white, delicate armpits with my tongue. I also left a hickey on her left underarm. She enjoyed it a lot, as this was new to her, and also felt tickling every time my tongue moved on her armpit.

I kissed her shoulders, neck, and then moved down to her navel, kissing all the way. I always believe in the saying, “Beauty must be admired.”

Believe me, guys, her navel is the most valuable asset in her whole body. It was really smooth, and I felt lucky to have the opportunity to kiss it. I went to the kitchen and brought some ice cubes. I teased her navel by running an ice cube, circling her navel, and then her nipples as well, by holding it with my front teeth.

My hot breath and the coldness from the ice cube made her nipples erect again, and she went mad with this. I placed the ice cube on her cleavage and held her tight so that she couldn’t move.

The ice had melted in a few seconds, and the water droplets found their way to her sloppy, deep navel. As soon as her navel filled with water, I removed the ice cube and saw that the cleavage had turned very red due to the ice. So, I immediately blew hot air on her cleavage and started sucking that red part slowly. I felt a little bad, as she was hurt, but it became normal in a couple of minutes.

Now, I started sucking the water trail from her cleavage down to her navel and tried to drink water from her navel by licking like a dog. She laughed at this act of mine, since I was not able to drink by licking. Then, I slurped her whole navel and almost emptied the water from her navel. It tasted very differently, like a little salty, and then I realized that it must be her sweat. It was very nice, guys.

Now, I went down again and reached her inner thighs. I gave them a couple of massages and slowly touched her outer lips. I ran my fingers on her panty line and vaginal lips, to which she started moaning, “Haaan” in a sexy tone.

I then pressed her pussy softly with my fingers and started massaging her pussy. Then, with my two thumbs, I spread her pussy lips, went near it, and took a deep breath of that aroma. It was very enticing and tempted me a lot. I blew some hot air on her inner lips, and she wiggled her ass with that.

She pushed my head towards her pussy, but I resisted and asked her to enjoy. She moved back towards the wall and slightly leaned her head over the wall, such that her boobs and her face were visible. I was lying with my belly down, in between her wide-spread legs, facing her cute little pussy.

Now, I spread her pussy lips again and started masturbating her by rubbing her pussy. I was trying to spot her clitoris and finally located it. I immediately started kissing her pussy and then started licking her clitoris. I sucked that little thing, to which she started to moan heavily, “Hmmm… ufff…” I asked her to call out my name and resumed sucking and licking her pussy. I understood that her G-spot is her clitoris, and I focused on it.

I’ll tell you more about how I fucked her and how our relationship has changed in the next part. Stay tuned!

Thank you all for reaching this far. I know this is a bit lengthy, but I didn’t want to miss the minute details. Please do like, comment, and share the story if you like it, which gives me encouragement to write more. Also, send me feedback about the story at my email ID [email protected]. All suggestions will be accepted openly.

As previously stated, I am always open to going on a date, a fling, having casual meets, a romantic FWB relationship, or providing emotional support – whatever you ladies want to call it. Until then, you wonderful, wild chicks keep getting wet, while all the guys keep getting erect!

TC, everyone!

Hi dosto, mera naam Chandra hai, aur yeh ek fake name hai. Main aaj apni zindagi ka ek mahatvapoorn ghatna ke baare mein batane ja raha hoon, jo ki aaj bhi mujhe bahut khushi deti hai.

Yeh kahani hai mere cousin ke biwi ke baare mein. Basically, main ek South Indian hoon, toh yahan mera cousin shadi karta hain ek hot ladki se. Ab mere cousin ki biwi ki umar 36 hai, aur main 30 ka hoon.

Yeh kahani 10 saal pehle ki hai. Okay, so ab thoda hamara introduction dete hain. Mere cousin ka biwi bahut hot lagti hai, woh hai to savli, lekin uska face aur boobs bohot hot hain. Size shayad 36-32-36 hoga.

Aur main bhi savla hoon, lekin main bhi thik-thak lagta hoon. Aur mere lund ka size 6.2 aisa hoga.

So, ghatna 11 saal pehle ki hai, jab main shayad graduation first year mein tha, aur uski shadi ka shayad 7 saal ho gaye the. Aur woh hamare ghar ke paas hi rent par rehti thi, aur uska husband ek sales company mein kaam karta hai. Aur uske 2 bachche the, ek 4 saal ka aur ek 2 saal ka. Woh meri childhood crush thi, main usko bahut like karta tha, kyun ki main usse chota tha, toh usko kabhi bataya nahi.

Aur uski shadi 3 saal ke baad, woh hamare ghar ke paas shift ho gayi, toh main bhi bahut khush ho gaya tha. Sab theek chal raha tha, aur main bhi usse jyada umeed nahi rakha tha, lekin weekly once ya twice uske ghar jaata tha.

Woh hamesha saree pehnti thi, aur aapko pata hai ki married ladies kitna hot lagti hain saree mein. Main jab jaata tha, toh usse bahut flirting karta tha, jab uska husband nahin rehta tha. Woh bahut light leti thi, aur mujhse bhi bahut maza karti thi.

Ek din mera exam chal raha tha, toh mere family ko logon ko raat ko jana pada, aur main nahi ja paya, kyun ki mera exam tha. Toh mere cousin ki maa ne mujhse kaha ki, “Tum mere ghar mein khana khaya karo,” aur woh okay thi.

Are sorry, mere bhabhi ka naam toh nahin bola, uska naam Mohini tha. Toh Mohini ne mujhse kaha ki, “Kal tum mere room mein aao, aur vahan khana khaya karo.” Main kaha okay, aur main thoda khush tha.

Uska husband 9 am office chala jaata hai, toh maine 8:50 ko uske room mein gaya, kyun ki uska husband ko bhi ek normal feel ho. Phir maine pahunch gaya uske room mein.

Mohini – Hi, good morning (thoda busy mein).

Main – Good morning Mohini, aur Shiva.

Shiva – Good morning.

Main – Aap log busy ho kya?

Shiva – Office ka time ho raha hai, aur bachche ka school bhi.

Mohini – Chandu, thoda baitho, main unko bhej ke tumhe breakfast dunga.

Main – It’s okay, no worries. Aapko koi help chahiye toh boliye.

Mohini – No, thank you.

Phir uska husband aur beta chale gaye, phir woh thoda pani leke diya mujhe.

Main – Thank you.

Mohini – Bar-bar thank you nahi bolna, devar ji (husband jaane ke baad thoda khul gayi).

Phir kitchen mein jaake – Chalo, jaldi aap breakfast karo, mere ko phir nahana bhi hai.

Main – Are, aap breakfast nahi karengi?

Mohini – Are, main nahane ke baad hi karoongi.

Main – Are nahi, aap aao… nahana baad mein…

Mohini – Main nahane ke baad hi hi karti hoon breakfast

Main – Chalo, phir jaldi nahake aao, main wait karunga…

Mohini – Aapko late nahi hoga, exam bhi hai…

Main – Abhi padke aaya, thoda chalega…

Mohini – Okay baba…

Phir woh ek petticoat leke washroom mein gayi, aur unke room mein attached washroom nahin hai. Main TV dekh raha tha.

Phir 20 minute ke baad, ek red petticoat ko apne chati tak lagake, back open hai, body pura fresh hai, Mohini bahar aayi.

Main – Wow (by watching bhabi)…

Mohini – Chup, TV dekho, by smiling…

Then she went to her room to change, but mere dimag mein woh scene vaise hi reh gaya. I was complete in the shock. Usko upar aur bhi attraction aagaya.

Main soch raha tha room ko khol ke usko pel doon, lekin jaldibazi nahin.

Phir woh bahar aayi, phir mujhe breakfast diya, aur bhi khai, then apne bachche ki care ki, then main room mein aagaya. Aur then 2 din tak ehi chalta raha.

Phir Friday aaya, aur uss din mera last exam khatam hua tha, aur family ke log Monday ko ane wale the.

Friday dinner ke time main gaya, evening 8:45 baje.

Uska husband dinner karke doston ke saath movie ja raha tha (woh thoda sanki tha, uski baatein utna nahin maanta tha). Show 9 pm ko thi.

Main gaya to uska husband

Shiva – Hey Chandu, sorry yaar, main movie mein ja raha hoon, tum aaoge?

Main – Nahi yaar, man nahin kar raha.

Shiva – Thik hai, dinner karke jaana.

Main – Okay, sure (mere man mein, tere biwi ko).

Woh chala gaya, main andar gaya, aur Mohini thodi dukhi thi.

Main – Kya hua, dukhi ho bhabi?

Mohini – Kuch nahin.

Main – Are, batao bna.

Mohini – Are, hamesha doston ke saath movie chale jaate hain, mere baare mein sochte hi nahin, din bhar ghar ka kaam karo, ek baar bhi socha nahin.

Phir barish bhi ho rahi hai, ghar mein main akeli, inko meri pari hi nahin.

Main – Are, yeh baat, koi baat nahin, hum ghar mein movie dekhege.

Mohini – Are, chodo, koi baat nahin.

Main – I gave a rose to her.

Mohini – Are, yeh kya hai?

Main – Are, raaste pe aaraha tha, socha aapko achi lagegi, le aaya, thoda murjha gaya, pocket mein thi, so…

Mohini – Thank you, aur aajao dinner karo.

Main – Apne kiya?

Mohini – App karne ke baad…

Main – Chalo, milke karte hain.

Mohini – Okay.

Woh ek red color ki cotton saree pehni thi, aur black color ki blouse, cute aur hot same time.

After dinner, uska household work ho gaya, aur maine bola, chalo movie dekhte hain.

Main – Bhabi, aapko ghar mein theater ki feelings dete hain.

Main room mein gaya, aur mera laptop leke aaya.

Maine bola, “Bhabi, aapko theater feeling melige.”

Mohini – Kaise?

Main – Room ka lights ko off kardo, aur phir hum earphone lagake dekhege.

Mohini – Thoda sochne ke baad, “Okay.”

Maine torrent se bahut new movie download kiya tha, phir ek movie Ram Leela lagaya tha.

She – Chalo, dekhte hain.

Movie dekhte waqt, mere bachpan ka crush, mere paas, ek hot lady, kya feeling hai.

Hum bed ke upar, room andhera hai, ek earphone dono lagaya hai, pura sat ke baitha hai.

Thoda time ke baad, ek hot scene aaya, hum dono ka thoda halat different ho gaya.

Woh mere ko dekh rahi thi, main usko dekh raha tha.

Phir maine ek risk lene ka socha, aur mera haath uske kamar pe dala, usne kuch nahin bola, mere ungliyan uske navel ko touch kar rahe the.

Phir bhi kuch nahin boli, phir slowly mere ungli uske navel ke andar ghusaya.

Usne thoda moaning karne lagi, mere ko idea ho gaya, phir maine uske andkhon mein dekha, nasha pura chadha tha.

Phir slowly maine uske saree utari, laptop side pe rakha (band nahin kiya).

Abb woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi, wow kya lag rahi thi.

Main – Bhabi, kya lag rahi ho?

She – App bhi…

Phir bed pe litaya, uska leg se kiss karte karte aaya, uske navel ke upar.

Vahan pe uska navel ke upar kiss kiya, phir uske neck pe aaya, phir neck pe kiss kiya.

Phir usko ghumaya, aur kya back thi, dil karta tha sab faad doon, lekin thoda sabar kiya.

Pura back ko kiss kiya, phir ghumaya, aur abb liplock.

Dono hi pura passion se kiss kar rahe the.

Phir thoda niche aane ke baad, maine uske blouse utara, aur petticoat bhi.

Abb woh ek white bra aur red panty mein thi.

Mera dress pura utar ra, phir usko ghumaya, aur abb uske legs se kiss kar ke aaya, aur phir kamar ke upar kiss kiya, then phir neck ke upar.

Abb usko phir paltaya, aur uske bra utara, kya boobs the, just wow.

Jor-jor se uske boobs ko dabaya, phir uske boobs ke upar apna tounge lagaya, phir usko chusa, aur dabaya.

Woh mere hair ke sehla rehti, aur chusva rahi thi.

Uske baad niche aaya, aur uska panty utar diya, aur uske choot poora pani ho gaya tha.

Phir maine uske choot ke upar ek kiss kiya, aur uske choot ko chatne laga, wow kya feeling thi.

Uske choot mein poora mere moom laya diya, aur eating like a fruit.

Uske baad mere lund ko nikala, aur uske choot ke upar ragada, usse woh tadapne lagi.

Phir pehela shot, half chala gaya, then 2nd shot mara, aur thoda andar gaya.

Aise maine usko 1 hour choda, aur uske pati anese pehela mera room ko aagaya, aur uske baad se woh mere ek bachche ki maa bhi ban gayi.

Thank you, guys!

A month later, near Gongabu in Kathmandu, a huge bungalow stood tall under the evening sky. Its white walls glowed faintly in the streetlights, framed by a high iron gate and a tangled garden of wilted flowers. Inside the living room, Aryan and Asmita sat stiff on a plush sofa, their faces twisted with worry. It was already 8 PM, and their father, Rajesh Poudel, was missing in action. The clock on the wall ticked loud, each second grinding their nerves raw.

Aryan tapped his foot fast on the hardwood floor, his dark eyes darting to his phone, muttering, “Come on, Dad, pick up already.” No calls, no texts—nothing. Asmita, two years older, chewed her nails, her short, curly hair brushing her shoulders as she stared at the empty doorway, her brows furrowed tight. He’s never this late. Something’s wrong, she thought, her stomach knotting.

“Where the hell is he?” Aryan snapped, his voice sharp with impatience. He shot a look at Asmita, who just shrugged, her lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line. “This isn’t like him,” she said, her tone clipped. They’d been calling Rajesh all day—voicemail every damn time. The silence was loud, and it clawed at them both.

In the kitchen, though, Anita was in her own world. She stood by the stove, humming a cheerful Nepali song, her hips swaying as she stirred a pot of dal. The spicy aroma filled the air, but it didn’t reach the living room’s tension. In her 30s and married, Anita’s round face glowed under the warm light, her expression calm—too calm. She knew Rajesh had gotten married that day, and it kept her steady. Her dark hair hung loose in a messy tie, strands sticking to her sweaty neck. She licked curry off her finger, smirking to herself, thinking, They’re losing it out there, but I’ve got the upper hand.

Aryan and Asmita despised her—not just because she was their step-sister, but because their mother had hated her guts. Rajesh’s first wife’s kid, Anita was a living reminder of a past their mom couldn’t stand. “She’s such a fake bitch,” Aryan hissed, leaning close to Asmita, his eyes narrowed. “Humming like she doesn’t give a shit Dad’s gone.”

Asmita nodded, her curls bouncing as she sneered. “Mom always said she was a snake. Look at her—probably laughing inside while we’re freaking out.” They kept their voices low, shooting wary glances at the kitchen door. If she hears us, she’ll just play innocent, Asmita thought, her jaw tightening.

By 8:30 PM, the living room felt like a pressure cooker. Then—a sharp honk sliced through the silence. Aryan’s head whipped up, his eyes flashing with hope. “That’s him!” He bolted off the sofa, nearly tripping as he yelled, “Finally!” and ran for the door. Asmita jumped up too, her heart pounding, muttering, “About time,” as she followed. Anita paused her humming, wiped her hands on a towel, and stepped out, her smirk fading into a sharp, curious look.

Aryan flung the door open and sprinted to the gate, sneakers smacking the stone path. Rajesh’s sleek black SUV rolled in slow, tires crunching gravel as it headed for the garage. Aryan ran alongside, waving like a kid, shouting, “Dad, where were you?!” The garage door rattled up, and Rajesh parked, the engine cutting off. Asmita caught up, her breath puffing in the cool air, while Anita lingered back, watching like a hawk.

Rajesh stepped out—tall, broad-shouldered, his salt-and-pepper hair a mess. At 55, he wore his black suit, but tonight, a huge marigold garland draped his neck, and a red tika stained his forehead. Aryan’s grin dropped, his face paling. “What the…” he breathed. Asmita’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open as she whispered, “No way.”

Then Jharna stepped out—23 years old, a knockout in a red wedding dress, silk gleaming under the garage light. Gold jewelry sparkled on her neck and ears, a matching garland and tika marking her as a bride. Aryan’s jaw hit the floor. Asmita’s fists clenched, her face twisting. He married her? she thought, fury boiling up.

“You married her?!” Aryan shouted, storming forward, his voice cracking. “What the hell, Dad?!”

Asmita shoved in too, her curls bouncing as she yelled, “She’s barely older than me! Are you insane?!” Tears stung her eyes as she glared at Jharna, then Rajesh, thinking, This can’t be real.

Rajesh’s face hardened, his eyes flashing. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the garage. “Go to your rooms—now!” He pointed at the house, daring them to argue.

Aryan’s chest heaved, his fists shaking as he spat, “You’re unbelievable!” Asmita’s lip trembled, tears spilling as she choked out, “I hate you!” They spun and ran, sobbing loud, splitting to their rooms without dinner. Doors slammed—bam, bam—echoing through the house. No one ate; the chaos killed any appetite. Anita’s food sat cold on the stove.

In the garage, Jharna clutched her dress, tears streaming down her face, her chest hitching. This isn’t what I signed up for, she thought, the shouting breaking her. She’d imagined a better life with Rajesh, a rich businessman—her parents had sold her on it. Anita stepped close, her voice soft, “Hey, it’s okay, calm down.” Rajesh growled, “Jharna, stop crying,” his tone gruff but trying.

She nodded, sniffling, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Rajesh sighed, muttering, “Let’s go,” and led her inside, garlands dragging. In the living room, he snapped at Anita, “Go sleep.” She nodded and left, her face unreadable. Rajesh took Jharna to the room, her dress trailing like a ghost.

Inside, he shut the door and turned to her. At 55, he was still handsome—tall, athletic, grey hair adding charm. “Hey, no more tears,” he said, wiping her cheek, grinning. “You’re too sexy to cry. Want me to cheer you up?” He whispered a dirty joke about their wedding night, his voice low and teasing. Jharna’s sobs hitched, a small “Heh” slipping out. His hands slid to her dress, tugging it off. “Time to lose this,” he murmured, peeling it down.

She helped, her fingers shaky but quick, shedding the silk. His suit hit the floor next, leaving them naked. Rajesh pulled her in, kissing her hard, his tongue pushing in. She moaned soft, “Mmm,” kissing back, her body easing into his. His hands grabbed her boobs, squeezing tight, thumbs flicking her nipples. “Ohh,” she gasped, her head tilting back. He slid a hand down, rubbing her pussy slow, then fast, her wetness coating his fingers. “Ahh, yes,” she moaned, louder, feeling his thick cock press against her, hot and hard.

He climbed on, pinning her to the bed. “Gonna make you mine,” he grunted, pushing inside slow, stretching her. “Ohhh, Rajesh,” she groaned, her hands clawing his shoulders, her pussy gripping him. He thrust—once, twice—moaning, “Fuck, so tight.” She was into it, “Yes, yes, harder,” her voice breathy, her body rocking. But after a few pumps, he tensed, groaning loud, “Ughhh,” and came inside, hot and quick. He rolled off, panting, silent.

Jharna’s eyes popped open, her pussy still pulsing, wet and aching. What? That’s it? she thought, frustration burning her chest. She’d been so close, and now—nothing. Rajesh snored beside her, oblivious. First day here, and it’s a disaster, she fumed, sliding out of bed naked.
She looked around—the room was huge, gorgeous, with silk curtains and a massive bed. At least this is nice, she thought, her bare feet cold on the floor. She caught herself in the huge mirror and stopped, staring. She was chubby, curvy—big ass, big boobs, all soft and full. Then She ran her hands over her hips, up to her chest, squeezing. I’m still hot, she thought, a spark cutting through her anger.

She turned to the walk-in closet, pushing the door open. It was insane—racks of clothes, shelves of shoes, bigger than her village home. Deeper in, she found a huge bathroom—white tiles, gold trim, and a beautiful jacuzzi. “Wow,” she breathed, stunned by the elegance. She’d heard of jacuzzis back home, never tried one. She twisted the knob, water bubbling up warm and steamy. Why not? she thought, stepping in.

The heat hit her skin, jets pulsing against her curves. “Mmm,” she moaned soft, sinking in, her big ass and boobs half-submerged. The warmth made her horny again, her hand slipping down. She rubbed her pussy, slow circles at first, then faster. “Ohh, yes,” she groaned, louder, water splashing as she spread her legs. Her fingers worked her clit, her hips bucking. “Ahh, ahh,” she moaned, her free hand pinching a nipple, the jets teasing her thighs. She pushed harder, gasping, “Yes, yes,” until she came—hard, “Ohhhh!”—her body shaking, water sloshing over the edge.

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