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When Armaan and Madanika entered into an arranged marriage, little did Armaan know that the traditional values he was brought up with would hold little meaning in his matrimonial life. Armaan was taught that the man of the house took charge of the major decisions in the household, while the minor ones were left to the woman. The bedroom was where their worlds merged, and the man decided the routine between the sheets, while the woman was the docile partner.

But Madanika clearly had different plans. She took charge of the household with cool efficiency and managed it like a pro. She juggled the household with her comfortable job as an HR Manager in a multinational company. It certainly helped her attitude that she was a stunner.

She was tall, at 5 feet 8 inches. Her symmetrical facial features had almond-shaped doe eyes, a cute nose, full red lips, and lush cascading hair. Her skin tone was slightly dark. Her figure was voluptuous, with big, rounded breasts, wide hips that seductively swayed when she walked, and a perfectly round and supple ass that slightly jiggled when there was a spring in her steps.

Since she was on the curvier side, it was hard to hide her curves when she wore tight, revealing sarees in public or low-cut tank tops with mini shorts in private. She was perfectly comfortable wearing no bra and panties under her tank tops and shorts, and Armaan usually got a nice view of her ample cleavage or the roundness of her ass when she bent to pick up something.

Her husband was especially surprised when Madanika did not prove to be the typical shy bride on their first night. She was wild in bed, with an insatiable appetite for sex. He was spellbound as he watched her ride his seven-inch cock in the classic cowgirl pose, her massive breasts heaving up and down as she bounced excitedly without stifling her moans.

When she felt his cock tighten, ready to release its load into her fertile womb, she immediately removed his organ from hers and began grinding the plump folds of her pussy against his throbbing erection. Armaan watched in fascination as her body erotically moved against his erect cock, delaying his release. Then, she went on her fours and took his penis in her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, taking her time to stimulate his pulsing organ with her tongue. She was teasing him with her sexual ministrations, refusing to let him cum.

“Please, let me cum,” he had screamed, as he had pushed his entire length into her oral orifice and fucked her, deep-throat style. He pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth like a well-oiled machine, ravaging her mouth. He fucked her mouth for several minutes until he finally orgasmed and deposited a copious amount of cum on her tongue.

After his moment of release, he watched as she swallowed the sticky spunk and casually licked his cock clean. But they were not done. She had him erect in no time and fucked him in several different positions throughout the night. Armaan had marveled at her expertise and wondered about the source of her sexual experience. He had also noted that while he had orgasmed several times during the night, not once had he filled her up.

On their first marriage anniversary, Madanika proposed a radical idea that shocked the conservative, yet curious Armaan. They had experimented with roleplay, sex in public places, porn, sex toys, and even BDSM in the one year of their marriage, all at the insistence of his beautiful wife. She had loved challenging their boundaries, and every experience pushed it further for them. However, while they had indulged in her fantasies, not once had she allowed him to cum in her due to the risk of pregnancy.

“Honey, I think we should try swinging or keep an open marriage to spice up our sex lives,” she said coyly on that day as she twirled her hair while serving him breakfast. Armaan observed that Madanika was only dressed in a skimpy apron with nothing underneath. It barely covered her massive breasts, which threatened to spill out, and her ass was deliciously exposed when she sauntered seductively to the kitchen and back while serving him. Armaan did not understand what came over him when he marched into the kitchen and suddenly ripped off the apron from her body.

Madanika was surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. Her husband unzipped his pants and thrust his cock into her slick, wet pussy. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as his cock reached into the depths of her wetness and hit her cervix. She threw her head back and moaned as he pulled her close to him and rammed her pussy repeatedly with his pulsing organ. After a few moments, he turned her and took her from behind. She gasped as he plunged his cock in and out rhythmically, brutally fucking her cunt. His hands held her breasts for support and mauled them hungrily, pinching her nipples.

“You are a bad girl for wanting a stranger’s cock in your greedy pussy. You are a dirty slut who wants to be ravished by someone other than your husband,” he growled. “You deserve to be punished,” he said, withdrawing his hands from her breasts and spanking her ass.

Madanika panted and arched her back, falling back on her husband for support. She pulled his head close to her shoulder, whimpering and stifling her screams.

“Yes, I am a dirty slut. I want another’s cock,” she said breathlessly. “Please…punish…me,” she screamed, falling ahead to use the kitchen counter for support. But Armaan did not allow her any respite and pulled her back, holding her arms as he fucked her hard. His groin violently thumped her ass, sending ripples across its supple curvature. As he neared his orgasm, he hugged her from behind, his arms encircling around her breasts to prevent her from slipping away. He increased his pace and felt her pussy’s walls clenching around his shaft. A delicious sensation enveloped his cock due to the sexual friction generated between his probing organ and her tight wetness.

“Oh fuck…,” she screamed. “Armaan, I am cumming. Please Armaan, don’t stop. I am cumming” she screamed as she felt her husband’s cock tighten and release its sticky load into her womb. Armaan held her close for an entire minute as they convulsed together in an explosive orgasm, the best sex they had ever had till date. When they were done, Madanika slumped to the floor, her breasts and ass reddened from the attention lavished upon them by her husband. She reached out to kiss him gently and cupped his face.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“I guess we can try swinging,” he murmured, which elicited an excited victory dance from his wife.

But Armaan put a condition to her: he was in charge of finding the first couple for the experience. Madanika readily agreed, since she was already looking forward to the experience. Armaan scoured legitimate swinger websites for days until he stumbled upon the perfect couple for their swinging experience.

While he had no doubts that Madanika would enjoy the experience, he decided he would not make it easy for her. If the lady loved challenges, he would make it challenging for her. Armaan met the couple thrice and studied them thoroughly before extending the formal invite to them for the swinging experience. The couple were seasoned swingers who had lots of experience. Further, when he shared his plans with them for the big night, they sportingly supported it.

When he informed Madanika of the developments, she was super excited and set about preparing the house for the big day. Little did she know that her husband had a surprise planned for her.

“Madanika, why don’t we enter into a bet? If you manage to seduce the couple to fuck only you, I will let you indulge in any fantasy that you want with them without any restrictions and watch like a helpless voyeur. You can indulge in anything that you want with them, and I will only watch.”

His wife was surprised by the posed conditions, and this raised her suspicions. However, she loved a challenge and accepted the terms wholeheartedly.

“Darling, do not burn with jealousy when the man fucks me out of my mind. Though it will be a pity to see your cock twitch with no woman to put it in,” she said in a sultry tone and blew him a flying kiss.

When the big night was finally upon them, Madanika selected a translucent black saree with a black deep neck lace bra blouse to go with it. The skimpy blouse clung firmly to her breasts, unable to cover her ample bosom. The blouse gave a generous view of her prominent cleavage, and the translucent fabric of the saree allowed a lavish display of her curves in just the right places. Her lush black hair was left open and fell just below her thin bra strap. She had applied kohl in her eyes to accentuate their form and dark maroon lipstick on her juicy lips.

When Armaan entered with the couple, he was greeted by soft and erotic music that carried a tantalizing promise for the night to come. The lights were dimmed, and scented candles effused the fragrances of vanilla, jasmine, and rose into the air. When the men stepped into the light, Madanika raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“This is Akshay, and this is Rajeev. They are a couple of experienced swingers with some kinks. Akshay is bisexual, and Rajeev is gay. Whenever Akshay wants some action with girls, Rajeev is happy to oblige and watch. He is a staunch homosexual with a voyeuristic streak,” Armaan declared with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

Madanika stood dumbfounded and stared at the two men. She immediately knew who was who because Akshay was a tall, well-built, and handsome man with a smoldering gaze. He hungrily drank her voluptuous form as he scanned her from top to bottom. In his mind, he had already stripped and impregnated this sultry beauty who stood in front of him, and the tent in his pants was visible despite the dim lights. Rajeev, on the other hand, was a thorough gentleman whose gaze held no passion, but a simple appreciation for the beauty before him. He was a fine specimen with an athletic build and clear, expressive eyes.

Madanika straightened her back and pushed out her chest to make a point. She invited the men to take a seat on the couch, where soft pillows were placed for comfort. The men sat down on the couch, while Armaan stood in a corner with a smirk.

What will you do, darling?

Madanika arrived with four glasses of red wine and regarded Armaan curiously.

“Honey, are you not going to come and enjoy wine with us?” she asked sweetly with a smile.

Her husband was taken aback. What was she thinking? Rajeev sat away from her, where he would have a front seat view of the action.

Naturally, Madanika sat next to Akshay, who wasted no time in feeling her delectable ass. Armaan watched as Akshay slowly ran his hands along her backside until it came to rest on her exposed midriff. As she sipped on her wine, her eyes fluttered in delight as his strong arms encircled around her shapely waist and pulled her possessively towards him. He drank a little wine and turned to face her. As he did, he planted a searing kiss on her lips, his mouth opening into hers.

Their lips were locked in a passionate embrace as the wine made its way into her mouth, and some dripped down her chin upon her cleavage. Akshay’s tongue explored the wife’s oral orifice, dancing with her tongue like pink fire. He placed the wine glass on a side table and did the same for Madanika’s glass without breaking the liplock.

Armaan was so engrossed in this erotic scene that he could feel an erection stirring in his groin and cast a glance at Rajeev. The man remained visibly unfazed by the sight, and the husband wondered how any man could resist such a hot scene. When the wife wrapped her hands around Akshay’s neck and pulled him closer, Armaan finally felt envy raise its ugly head. Akshay had placed one hand on her waist, pinching her curves, and the other hand removed the pallu of her saree to expose her skimpy blouse that barely restrained her boobs.

Akshay finally broke the kiss and stared possessively at Armaan’s wife. She was panting and could feel his burning desire for her as his one hand groped and massaged her breasts with her bra intact, while his other hand made its way to the rest of the saree and tugged it off her.

He was swift enough to unhook the bra too, like an expert who had practiced this on numerous women. But when Madanika caught sight of the way he looked at her, she felt special to be desired by such a man. Armaan watched with growing anticipation and horror as his wife, who was never coy with him, blushed under Akshay’s passionate gaze and tried to cover her breasts. Her efforts were in vain since her hands were too small to conceal her massive tits that hung like two forbidden fruits ready to be plucked.

Akshay pried her hands apart and greedily mauled her breasts. He groped and squeezed her tits while twirling and pinching her nipples. Madanika let out sultry moans and squirmed as exquisite pain mingled with pleasure jolted through her body. She arched her back and pressed her boobs in his hands, silently encouraging him to lavish his attention upon her sensitive nipples. Not once did she spare Armaan a subtle glance for permission as she surrendered her body completely to this stranger.

“I want to see it,” she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and lust. Akshay was quick to oblige as he stripped to reveal his well-maintained physique and a seven-inch cock that obediently saluted her body. His cock was as long as Armaan’s, but it was definitely thicker. The slutty wife watched it with mesmerized fascination and hesitantly touched its throbbing head. However, in her trance-like state, she did not notice that Akshay had quickly tugged at the waistband of her petticoat to pull it down from her lower body. Armaan noticed that she stood shamelessly in the middle of the hall in nothing but her black lace panties.

Akshay quickly got Madanika on her knees and slapped her across the face with his thick organ. Madanika’s trance was cruelly broken, and the cock was shoved into her mouth. Akshay quickly took charge by holding her head and started ramming his cock into her mouth, fucking her deep-throat. The husband watched as tears stung her eyes, and she struggled to accommodate his hard shaft. But she surprised Armaan by quickly adjusting to Akshay’s pace and taking his entire length into her mouth like a pro. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth welcoming his entire length in its warm embrace. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked its sensitive head.

Akshay groaned in pleasure as he released his grip on her head and ceded control to her. Madanika wrapped her right hand around her lover’s shaft and gently stroked it, playing with its tip with her tongue. Her left hand traveled to her pussy, and she inserted two fingers in and out, soaking her fingers in her cunt’s juices. Madanika was the mistress of oral pleasure, and no man could resist her sexy tongue. By now, Armaan was having a full-blown erection himself, his hard member strained against the tight folds of his pants.

But he feared that if the others witnessed him pleasuring himself, he would be forced to abide by the unwritten rule of swinging – fucking the swapped partner. He was certain that he did not want any gay action, and this arrangement was merely to see what his wife would do in this situation. While she had the bisexual man wrapped around her finger, his gay partner still showed no signs of getting in on the action.

“That is enough, darling,” Akshay murmured hoarsely as he gently grasped her by the shoulders and raised her to her feet. Madanika wondered what he was going to do next when he suddenly scooped her up and threw her on the couch. Before she could react, Akshay went down on her and removed her panties to finally reveal her lovely rosy pink pussy. It was all too sudden, and Madanika did not know how to react. She watched as Akshay’s head vanished, and he began eating her pussy.

A powerful wave of pleasure spread like wildfire across her body as she writhed and moaned, reaching out to push his face into her pussy. Armaan had never willingly pleasured his wife orally, and he felt oddly insufficient for her. Akshay inserted his sharp tongue into the wife’s pussy and greedily sucked its swollen folds. The room was filled with Madanika’s obscene moans as she struggled to maintain her composure when she orgasmed from his oral ministrations.

“She is ready,” Rajeev observed as he cast an eye on Armaan. He watched with amusement as the husband struggled with his aching erection. Rajeev had seen his partner take numerous wives in front of their “modern” husbands, and many of those husbands never tried anything like swinging again for fear of losing their wives to this lifestyle. Armaan had good reason to feel like those wronged husbands. But as Rajeev thought about the hypocrisy of husbands, he himself was turned on by Madanika’s sexual interaction with his boyfriend, a feeling he thought was alien to him when seeing a woman in action.

Armaan finally unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing shaft. Rajeev shook his head and wondered how Armaan would bear to watch his wife scream out a stranger’s name when his boyfriend took Madanika in front of her husband.

As Akshay finally rose, his throbbing cock ready for action, Madanika gestured him to pause and sauntered seductively to Rajeev. The silent partner was taken aback when she looked at him with shining eyes and felt for his erection. There was no hint of disappointment when she found none. She simply smiled and bent down, swaying her ass seductively at Akshay, who was growing impatient. When he watched her glistening pussy lips on full display, he caught her hips and plunged his cock into her slick and warm wetness.

Madanika screamed as her sensitive body rocked back and forth, her naughty breasts swaying with every brutal thrust from Akshay into her pussy. Her pussy walls were being stretched by Akshay’s thick meaty cock, and her cunt’s tight walls clenched around his massive shaft. As Akshay fucked Madanika in full swing, Armaan witnessed a curious sight. He watched as the gay partner rose and unzipped his cock to Madanika’s face. Madanika’s eyes met Rajeev’s gaze, and she found something curious in them. She wrapped her mouth around his flaccid cock, much to Akshay’s surprise, who was still pounding her from behind.

Armaan watched in horror as Madanika sucked on Rajeev’s cock while Akshay punished her pussy with incredible stamina. Madanika seemed to have cum twice since Akshay had begun their carnal union.

As the obscenity unfolded before him, Armaan realized that Madanika had cast a glance at him while she was being fucked from the front and from behind. There was a slight smile on her face as Armaan watched Rajeev moan and hold her head, shoving his erect cock deep into her mouth. The wife had done the impossible and breathed life into a flaccid cock that was supposed to rise only for men. Moreover, Rajeev’s cock was certainly longer than Armaan’s cock.

The two men worked their magic on Madanika, their cocks working in tandem to achieve one objective – the pleasure of the woman. After fucking her oral and vaginal orifices for several minutes, the strangers switched positions, with Akshay taking her mouth and Rajeev taking her pussy.

For Rajeev, the feeling of the warm embrace of a lady’s womanhood was completely foreign. He loved the feeling of his cock being perfectly enveloped by Madanika’s welcome cunt, and he leaned forward to get a generous feel of her breasts. For Madanika, Rajeev’s erect cock effortlessly hit her G-spot, making her cum multiple times as he plunged his hard cock in and out of her swollen pussy.

His curiosity stoked a fire within him as he massaged her breasts while Akshay celebrated his partner’s attempts to explore his sexual identity.

The room was filled with sweat, sweet scents, and the sounds of erotic grunts of the men mingled with Madanika’s moans. Armaan stood quietly in a corner, wondering how a swinging experience had turned into a threesome. As the men neared their climax, Rajeev leaned in and kissed Madanika’s back.

“My goddess, am I allowed to cum in you?” he asked tentatively.

Madanika subtly nodded her consent, much to Armaan’s shock. The two men increased their pace, steadily chipping away at the wife’s control on her body as they groaned and released jets of sticky cum into her mouth and pussy. Their semen filled her up, and she nearly collapsed as exhaustion finally overtook her.

However, the two strangers held her up and comfortably laid her down on the couch. Armaan took in the damage dealt upon his wife. Her breasts and ass were red from the constant mauling and skin-on-skin action they had received. Her neck was ridden with love bites from Akshay. Her waist had reddened in certain spots where Akshay had pinched her. However, Madanika’s pussy had seen the worst of it, as it was swollen and leaking semen like a tap spurting water.

“Thank you, Madanika,” the men said in unison. They looked at her as if she were a goddess, their adoration for her growing every minute as she weakly looked at them and smiled.

“We are not done yet,” she said hoarsely. “According to the bet between me and my husband, I needed both partners of the other couple to fuck only me. I did that, hence I get to make my deepest fantasies into reality.”

A pit grew in Armaan’s stomach as he remembered what he had promised his wife in case she won.

“I want you two men as my husbands for an entire week. I want you to use me as you see fit. I will serve you as your obedient wife in the bedroom, and your jobs are to give me what I need. All I want from you two is to put a baby in my belly. As my husband lost the bet, he will be my husband, forced to watch as my two new husbands impregnate me again and again until I am finally pregnant from either one of them,” she said with a victorious grin.

The two men looked back at Armaan, whose turn it was to stand dumbfounded. He hadn’t just lost the bet. He had possibly lost his wife too.

You can read the previous incident, ‘Best sex with my chachi,’ to catch up with everything naughty and exciting that is happening. My dear readers, aunties, and horny girls feel free to reach out to explore. Your privacy is always respected!

Now, after that incident, we have started to feel more comfortable and a lot more open at home lately. My parents work and are away from home from morning till evening. My uncle is on a work tour for a month. That leaves my horny Chachi and me on the first floor, all by ourselves.

As summer has started, I always wear shorts. I stopped wearing my undies now, which Chachi loves to see. I like to tease her by flashing her when everyone is busy, and she catches my eye. I sometimes pull my shorts down to adjust my cock. I pull it down and leave it like a spring bouncing back.

She loves to see that. Her lusty eyes and naughty smile make me very hard in an instant. Chachi returns the favour by lifting her nighty! Uff, those milky white things! And her panty-less pussy! It’s so inviting!

One day she was so horny, she signalled me to come under her when no one was downstairs in the hall. My grandparents were asleep. She then lifted her nighty and petticoat, inviting me. I dived inside, slowly kissing her knees and her soft thighs.

The heat from her body and her pussy, plus that sweet and salty pussy aroma, had me erect like a pole. I slowly parted her pussy with my finger, blowing air. As soon as I did, she shivered and held my head over her nightie. That’s when I held her ass from under her, between her legs.

I pulled myself closer to her pussy, tasting her hot pussy. She was leaking like a broken tap, and I was sucking her and slurping in all that love juice. Uff, it was so hard imagining this part. She started to grind her hips on my face.

She loves rubbing herself on me, especially my face. I love taking care of her horniness and her perfect pussy. She never tells me to stop when I’m eating her out, all the juices and for me. Once she orgasms, she pulls me and kisses me by locking lips.

We engage in a passionate kiss while our hands move over one another’s sweaty bodies. Chachi likes to get her boobs pinched. She fucking shivers when I pinch her. It feels good to have this control over her body like this.

She takes revenge by pulling my dick back, its foreskin back and forth. Till there is precum, and she licks the tip of my dick with the precum slowly. We would be in a trans-state, making forbidden love.

Last Sunday, there was a function, and everyone went because it was important for us to attend. My Chachi stayed by, stated some period cramps, and I made some excuse to work on a project.

After everyone left, Chachi told me, “Aaj hum khul ke badmashi kar sakte hai beta ” (We can do naughty things freely, son.) and winked. I was waiting for this moment!

I said – Haan chachi, aaj toh tumko mmain pura chatunga and zor se chodunga. (I’ll completely lick you and fuck you hard.)

Chachi – Kitne zoor se? (How hard?)

Me – Jab tak tum roko nahi mujhe, I’ll drill you. ( until you tell me to stop)

Chachi, after hearing this, hugged me hard. Her boobs were pressing my body completely. We slowly started to kiss each other’s faces, eyes, and lips. We were rubbing our bodies with one another.

Like a sex-starved couple, we started to pull off our clothes and remove everything we were wearing. We started throwing it around. In no time, we were completely naked, embracing in each other’s arms.

She was already wet, and I was oozing precum by this time. We kissed, and she held my dick and began pressing it. I put my finger on her clit. With the other hand, I held her big boobs with light brown nipples and pressed hard. She moaned in my mouth, but we didn’t break the kiss.

We had totally forgotten about the maid and the fact that she had a spare key. Suddenly, she came barging in the main door and called my aunt. Chachi shouted, “One minute!”

Luckily, we were in the room downstairs. She quickly wrapped the blanket around her and went to the room to instruct the maid about today’s work. I cursed our timing. But I was relieved that it was only the maid and not anyone from the family!

As Chachi was talking, I just took off my shorts and went towards the bathroom. Our maid saw me naked from the hall. We exchanged a brief look, and in a flash, I went away. I’m sure she got more than a good look at my dick! It was kinda exciting.

Chachi came near the bathroom and told me that we’d continue later. Having no choice, I said okay, and she went to dress up.

The maid came to the room downstairs and saw me there. Chachi went up to get dressed. I was curious to know if she saw anything or not, to see if we were in trouble. I spoke in Kannada, and she’s a local.

Me – Aunty neevu yenadru nodudra? (Did you see anything?)

Maid – Hmm illa, nenu beatle odi hogida? ( Hmm, nothing. You ran naked, right?)

I was flustered and nodded, “Yes.”

I’ll text mine in English, and I’ll translate her words!

Me – What else did you see?

Maid – Nin tunne nigorkonditu, yen madtidira tidde. (Your lund was standing; what were you doing?)

She asked this with a naughty smile and was looking at my crotch area.

Me – I think you know what I was doing.

She’s excited and curious to know more.

Maid – Oo howda! Keyutiya nin chachi naa? ( Oh really, do you fuck your Chachi?)

I didn’t know what to say. I panicked and lied, but it was obvious to her.

Me – illa illa, yenilla, yargu helbedi please, aunty. (No, no, nothing, don’t tell anyone, please, aunty.)

She nods, giving reassurance and walks away with a naughty smile.

Chachi comes down by the time our conversation finishes. She doesn’t understand Kannada. I haven’t told her about this. I think the maid wants more. I haven’t noticed her sexually or anything, but let’s see what happens.

I hope she doesn’t say anything to my family. It feels exciting and gets scary at times. But Chachi and I are too involved to back down. We fulfil each other’s needs.

After the maid left, we continued in the hall. When she is on top, her weight feels good on my dick and seeing that boobs bounce while she fucks me. Oh, it is a heavenly sight! Sucking her hanging boobs in missionary, my favourite position!

Girls and aunties from Mysore or Bangalore, I’m here for you if you need me! Please feel free to reach out to [email protected]. And happy exploring!

Delivery boy ko apni chudai karwane ke bad Pooja aur bold ho gayi thi. Fir usse maine uske liye banaya gaya rate chart dikhaya. Apna rate chart dekh woh pehle toh manna karne lagi par fir call girl banne ke liye razi ho gayi.

Ab woh online video chat par nangi hokar live sabko apna nanga jism dikhane lagi thi. Par kuch din mein jaise usske pass paise anne lage, woh aur jyada lalchi ho gayi. Fir kya tha maine Basant ke sath milkar uske liye customer dhundhna challu kar diya.

Woh ek high profile call girl bann chuki thi. Har mahine ek ya do secret sex party mein usse le jata. Pooja ki woh log jamkar chudai karte. Par woh itna paisa dete ki Pooja ko bhi usme maza ane laga tha.

Kuch din bad mummy wapas aa jati hai, unka hath ap thikh ho chuka tha. Aur ab hum teeno ka ghar par nange ghumne ka samaya khatam ho chuka tha.

Ab toh Papa aur main chup chup kar mummy ke so janne par hi chudai kar pate the. Pooja ki toh party mein acchi chudai mil jati thi. Par hummne mummy ke dar se uski bahut kam chudai ka mauka milta.

Mujhe bhi ab wapas sofe par sona padta tha. Pooja ke nange jism par lipat kar sone ka din ab ja chuka tha. Main toh fir bhi rat ko Pooja ke room mein chala jata. Aur kuch samay uske sath bistar garam kar uski choot ka maza leta aur wapas sofe par so jata.

Par Papa ko mummy ke pass sona padta. Papa ek plan banaya. Woh ab mummy ko neend ki dawa rat ko juice ke sath dene lage, taki mummy so jaye aur humdono Pooja ki maze se thukai kar sake.

Main Basant ke dukan se neend ki dawa le aya. Fir kya tha, Pooja ke sath gharpar fir se humdono threesome sex ka maza lene lage. Pooja bhi bina dare abb jor jor se siskiyan leti hui humdono se chudai karti.

Par hamein kya pata tha, ki hamari yeah khussi jyada din nahi tikne wali thi. Pooja ke periods anna band ho gaya tha. Main aur papa dono dar gaye.

Pooja – Bhaiya, kahin main pregnant toh nahi ho gayi hun. Hey bhagwan ab main kya karun?

Main – Daro mat Pooja Basant hai na, mein ek pregnancy test kit le ata hun. Fir pata chalega ki akhir tum pregnant ho ya nahi.

Maine kit lekar Pooja ko diya, aur jiska dar tha wahi hua.

Pooja – Bhaiya, ab main kya karun, main pregnant ho gayi. Ab main kya karun, mummy ko pata challa toh mummy mar dalegi mujhe.

Main – Par yeh baccha hai kiska Pooja. Tum toh itne logon ko apni choot deti ho.

Pooja – Bahar toh sab condom pehen kar hi meri chudai karte hain, ap dono ke alawa. Lagta hai yeah kand app dono ka hi hai, apne hi kaha tha bhaiya pills lelo baccha nahi hoga.

Main – Han par ab ho gayi galti. Lagta hai Pooja papa ke sath tumhari suhagrat rang layi, tum papa ke bacche ki ma banne wali ho. Accha hai mujhe ek aur bhai mil jayega.

Pooja mujhe marti hue kehti hai.

Pooja – Apko mazak lag raha hai, mujhe toh ronna aa raha hai.

Main – Basant hai na Pooja, usse yeah bat batate han woh, paka tumhara abortion karwa dega, tension lenne ki bat hi nahi hai.

Hum yeah bat kar hi rahe the, ki mummy hamari bat sun leti hai.

Mummy – Kiska abortion karwana hai Rajeev, aur itni subah itne tension mein kyun ho sab.

Main – Koi nahi woh Pooja ki ek seheli pregnant ho gayi hai, uski abortion ki baten kar rahe the.

Par mummy ki nazar jaise hi pregancy test kit par padti hai, mummy sab samaj jati hai ki uski beti hi pregnant ho gayi hai.

Mummy – Badjalan ladki jhoot bolti hai, sali kutiya kahan munh kala karwaya hai tumne.

Aisa kehkar woh Pooja aur mujhe marne lagti hai.

Mummy – Mujhe kya bewakoof samajh rakha hai? Itne dino se mujhe neend ki dawa dekar rat ko baap bete milkar kya karte ho maine toh aj rat hi dekh liya tha. Tum teeno itna gir jayoge, chi, apni behen apni beti ke sath yeah sab.

Mummy – Raushan tumme aehsas bhi hai, tumne kitni nich harkat ki hai? Apni beti ki izat se khel rahe ho. Yeah Rajeev toh besharam hai hi, isse toh tumne hi pakda tha na? Ab tumbhi iski tarah apni sharam bech khai hai. Apni beti ko pregnant kar diya.

Hum teeno ko toh jaise sanp sung gaya tha. Mummy jaise hi wahan pade hockey stick lekar ati hai, toh papa akar hamein baccha lete hain.

Papa – Joshna, ruk bhi jao jan le logi kya inki. Jaise tum badi sati savitri ho, tum jaise bahut dood ki dhuli hui ho. Tumbhi hui thi na apne hi bhaiya se pregnant, tumhari saheli ne sab bataya tha mujhe. Aur tumhare shadi ke bad ke bhi sare chakron ke barre mein janta hun main. Ab chup chap jo ho raha hai hone do.

Papa – Aajkal sab chalta hai. Main Pooja ka abortion karwa dunga, kya pata chalega kisiko. Bacche apni jawani ka maza le rahe hain. Tum nahi thi toh maine bhi loot liya Pooja ki jawani ka maza.

Mummy – Pooja, bahut hua yeah jawani ka maza lootna. Aaj se 10 din bad mausi ki bete ki shadi hai. Unki barat mein jana hai sabko, wahin kisi ladke se tumhara rista tai kar dungi. Jitni jaldi ho sake tumhari shadi karwana jaruri hai.

Bichari Pooja buri phass gayi thi.

Mummy – Tab tak jitni masti karni hai karlo. Main mausi ke ghar ja rahi hun, yahan rukar tum teeno ka yeah ghinona khel main nahi dekh sakti. Kuch din main mausi ke ghar rehne kya gayi. Tumne apne dono baccho ko bigad diya.

Papa – Maine bigada? Woh pehle se bigde hue the, apni beeti ke karname dekhogi toh tum sharam se hi mar jayogi. Rajeev jara woh CD toh dikhana.

Main – Nahi papa yeah kya keh rahe ho, mummy ko woh CD nahi dikha sakte, mujhe sharam ati hai. Please nahi papa.

Pooja – Han papa please mat dikhao na mummy ko woh CD. Main mar jayungi please.

Mummy – Aisa kya hai us CD mein. Kal rat toh tumdono ko dekhi hi liya tha, Poooja ke jism ko kaise beshrami se noch kha rahe the dono. Koi laj sharam bachi bhi hai tum dono ko. Aur tum Pooja, ek waisya ki tarah apne bhai aur papa se apni iss jawani ki pyass bhujatte hue tumhe sharam nahi ayi na. Kaise puri nangi padi thi dono ki goad mein.

Fir kya majbooran mujhe papa ko woh CD deni padi. Aur papa ne woh TV par laga diya. Pooja fir se apni zalalat ka nazara dekhne wali thi. Mummy pura video dekhti hai. Jaise hi woh body builder behen ko road par nanga kar Pooja ko kutiya banakar chodte hain, mummy ki akhon mein assu aa jata hai.

Mummy – Hey Bhagwan, Pooja kaise road pe kutiya bankar chudai karwa rahi ho, Puri randi ban gayi ho lagta hai. Tumhe apni beti kehte mujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Kuch bacha hai aur baki iss video mein karne mein. Toh woh bhi kar lo. Road par nangi hokar hi kyun nahi soti ho rat bhar. AC ka paisa bacch jayega.

Papa – Ma ko sharam nahi thi toh beti ko kyun ayeagi, gayi toh ma par hi hai na.

Mummy – Thik hai nahi kehti kuch jao, jakar 5-6 kyun pure goan main nangi ghumo. 10-10 nahi 100-100 logon se apni chudai karwayo. Mujhe kya. Apne bhaiya aur papa ki rakhel toh ban hi chuki ho. Ab ek sach much ki waisya hi ban jao. Bolo toh main logon ko bula dungi.

Papa – Tumhe mehnat karne ki jarurat nahi uska apnna network hai. Usse toh acche khasse paise bhi milte hain. Waise bhi tumhse mujhe milta hi kya hai, dekhna nahi cahogi, Pooja ke sath maine kaise suhagrat manaya tha. Yeah toh humdono ke suhagrat se bhi accha tha.

Aur aisa kehkar papa TV par Pooja ki suhagrat ki bhi video laga dete hain. Mummy dekhti hai, kaise papa Pooja ki blouse phad uski bra panty ko uske badan se noch dalte hain. Kaise Pooja apne hi papa ki kutiya banti hai, Aur humdono uski beti ko uski ankhon ke samne chod rahe the.

Papa – Kaisi rahi tumhari beti ki suhagrat, maza aya na. Kuch sikho apni beti se woh kisko bhi khuss karna janti hai.

Mummy – Accha ji tumhe dikhaungi ek din, tumne sharam se apni akhen band na kar li toh bolna.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mausi ke ghar challi jati hai. Fir kya tha, hum teeno khussi se jhoom uthte hain, Main darwaza band karke jaise hi mudta hun, toh, Pooja aur papa dono nange ho chuke the. Papa Pooja ko sofe par bithakar apne lund par khuda rahe the.

Pooja – Aao na bhaiya mere boobs apke hooton ka intezar kar rahe hain.

Pooja ne apni suhagrat wali video fir se laga diya tha. Usse apni suhagrat wali chudai sach mein bahut acchi lati thi.

Pooja – Han bhaiya mujhe yeah video bahut acchi lagti hai. Papa ne kaise meri blouse phada tha, aur kaise pyar se meri chaddi utari thi. Kaise meri choot mein unka motta khada lund jata hai. Woh rat main nahi bhul payungi.

Fir kya hum fir se ghar par hamara nanga nach chalu kar dete hain. 10 din kab gujar jata hai hamein pata bhi nahi chalta. Ab toh mausi ke bete ki shadi mein jane ka waqt aa chuka tha. Pooja fir se udas ho jati hai. Ab mausi ke ghar kahan chudi karne ka mauka milne wala tha.

Pooja apne mobile mein apni chudai ki dono video le leti hai. Aur main bhi. Kam se kam usse dekh kar hi Pooja khuss ho jayegi.

Mausi ke ghar se barat nikalti hai, Hamein barat lekar ek goan mein janna tha. Thand ka din tha, aur rat ko ghana kohra tha. Hum sab mandap se kuch 500-meter duri par rukne ka intezam kiya gaya tha. Woh koi hotel nahi tha, balki School tha jisse sajaya gaya tha.

Aur wahan se kuch duri par dusra school tha jisme mandap bana tha. Wohi school tha jisme woh dulhan ne padhai ki thi. Hamein wahan pahuchne mein 11 baj gaye the. Gaon pura sunsahan tha.

Maushi ka ladka apne bahut se dosotn ko bulaya tha, unme se kuch ki mujhse bhi achi dosti thi. Mere mama wohi wale the jinka jikar papa ne kiya tha us din jab mummy ne hamein pakda tha. Woh bhi wahan aye hue the.

Wahan kuch 200-250 log honge. unme se jyadatar ki ladke hi the kuch 7-8 ladkiyan thi, aur mausi ke kuch sehelliyan thi, Kehne ko meri behen Pooja aur uski ek seheli ke alawa unki umar ka koi nahi tha. Meri mummy se bhi sab bade hi the.

Mausi ke ladke ne sharab aur sabab dono ki intezam kar rakha tha. Barati sarre daru ke nashe mein chuur ho chuke the. Jaise hi barast school pahunchi jayadatar toh wohi so gaye. Aur kuch 30-40 log hi the, jo jyadatar bujurk the, woh log hi bart lekar Mandap tak challe gaye.

Maine bhi achi khasi sharab pi rakhi thi. Papa aur Mummy bhi barat ke sath challe gaye the, aur Pooja aur Uski saheli bhi. Muhe aise bhi shadi dekhne mein koi interest nahi tha. Toh main un nachaniyon ka mujra dekhne ke liye ruk gaya.

Jo jage the, woh log un nachaniyon ka dance dekh rahe the. Abhi kuch rat ke ek baj raha hoga. Mere kuch dost ag jalakar School ke ground mein hi sharab ki mehfil laga kar nach ka majja le rahe the.

Kuch der mein toh woh nachaniyan bhi bhhag gayi, hamari halat dekh unhe apni izzat par khatra mehsos honne laga tha. Hamara toh mood hi kharab ho gya. Wahan room par mama ne bhi mehfil saza rakhi thi.

Hum dost ek dusre ki life ke adventure aur purane kisso ke bare mein bat kar rahe the. Kuch der bad mujhe call karti hai, ki Pooja ko neend aa rahi hai usse aa kar le jaye.

Ab aisi halat mein main janne ki halat mein nahi tha, par maine mummy ko han kar diya. Mujhe usse lanne jan hi pada, Maine apne 3-4 doston ko bhi sath le liya. Kamse kam ek dusre ko hi sambhal le.

Hum kuch der mein hi behen ke pas pahunch gaye, woh bahar khadi hamara intezar kar rahi thi.

Pooja – Itni der kaun karta hai, aur yeah kya bhaiya itni sharab pi rakhi hai. Mujhe sahi jagah lekar jayoge na.

Main – Pooja mujhe kahan chadi hai, 500-meter chal kar aye hain sab.

Fir meri nazar Pooja par padti hai, usne ek blue gown pehen raha tha, jo upar se uske hath aur uski adhi chuchiyon tak jali wala tha, Niche se uski adhi nangi tang dikh rahi thi.

Pooja bahut hi sexy lag rahi thi, usne ankhon mein kajal aur, mast har pehen rakha tha. Usse toh dekh kar hi hum sabka nasha utar gaya. Mere dost mujhe usse intro karwane ko kehte hain.

Par main kya hi intro karwata, salla kisika nam yad rahe uss waqt tab na. Main Pooja ko sath chalne ko kehta. Doston ki nazar toh behen ke gown se hath hi nahi rahi thi, Pooja bhi qayamat lag rahi thi.

Vinay – Yar kya mast gori chitti mal hai yar, kya sexy lag rahi hai. Dil toh kar raha hai iski yeah gown iske badan se utar pheku.

Ricky – Thik kaha, Sali man jaye toh party yadgar ban jayegi.

Rajeev – Toh Soch kya rahe ho utar dete hain na iski yeah gown. Meri chotti behen hai yeah mana thode hi karegi.

Rajeev – Main toh kabse isse bich bazar iske kapde phad isse nanga kar ghumana chahta tha, Aaj iski nangi barat nikal hi dete hain Doston. Aao na sab milkar isse iske gown se azad kar dete hain.

Pooja hamari bateen sun rahi thi, par kuch bhi reaction nahi de rahi thi. Meri baten sun baki ki himmat badh gayi. Ek toh darru ka nasha upar se woh sunsan sadak.

Jaise maine behen ko nanga karne ki batt kahi, Pooja wahan se bhagne lagi, par bichari kahan tak bhagti. Main daudkar uski gown par pair rakh deta. Aur uski niche se uski gown phat jati, aur woh wahin road par gir jati.

Ricky – Wah sali kya mal hai yar, kya makhmali jhangen hai iski. Aaj toh isse andar tak chat khaunga main. Jaldi karo yaron aisa mal roz roz nahi milti. Aao na sab milkar iski yeah gown phad dalte hain.

Pooja – Nahi bhaiya please, yahan sabke samne nahi, itne saree log hai yahan, meri izzat yahan nilam mat karo. Chahao toh mujhe room mein lechalo, main wahan khud apne sare kapde utar phekungi, par please aise road par nahi koi dekh lega. Please bhaiya, main app logon se bheek mangti hun.

Main – Ab ronne se kya hoga, aj toh tujhe yahan se nanga kar kar hi lekar jayenge, Teri nangi barat jo nikalni hai.

Pooja jaise hi uthkar bhagne ki koshis karti hai, Main piche se uski gown ko pakad leta hun. Aur piche se uski puri gown phat kar mere hath mein aa jati hai, Piche se uski bra aur panty dikhne lagti hai.

Usne papa ki di hui maroon lace wali bra panty pehen rakha tha. Pooja ek hath se apne gown pakad wahan se bhagne lagti hai. Fir Ricky uski patthi hui gown ko pakad jaise kichta hai, uski gown uske badan se alag ho jati hai.

Rohan – Uff kya mast bra panty hai yar, kya dikh rahi hai sirf bra panty mein. Kya gora badan hai yar, iski choot bhi kitni gori hogi. Isse toh nanga karne mein majja hi ajayega.

Pooja khuleam sirf bra panty mein bhag rahi thi. Hum 5 dost usse dauda kar uske kapde phad rahe the. Akhir Pooja kitna teez hi bhagti.

Main – Ruk jao Pooja, warna yeah log tumhare badan par kuch nahi rehne denge. Subah wapas kya pehnogi. Warna aise hi nangi hokar wapas janna padega.

Pooja ruk jati hai, aur apne hathon se apni bra ko chupane ki kosis karti hai.

Pooja – Please bhaiya, main sabkuch kholti par yahan nahi. Please room le chalo na mujhe.

Main – Thik hai le chalte hain. Par pahele hamein thoda nach kar toh dikhao Pooja. Tumhe kabse aise road par doston ke samne nachwane ka man tha.

Pooja meri bat manne ko majboor thi. Woh road par hi sirf apne bra panty pehen nach rahi thi. Aur mere dost bari bari se uske badan ko chukar usse apne goad mein utha le rahe the.

Pooja ko maza bhi aa raha tha, aur apne kapde phatne ka dar bhi tha. Woh nach hi rahi thi ki main chupke se Ricky ko uski bra utarne ko kehta hun. Rohan aur Ricky ek ek taraf se uski bra ki strip ko pakadte hain.

Aur aise kichte hain, ki uski bra puri phat kar uske chuchiyon se alg ho jati hai. Pooja ke badan par uski Panty ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Pooja ronne lagti hai, aur apne hathon se apni boobs ko chuppa chupchap wahan khadi thi.

Main – Wah maza agaya. Dekho Pooja main fir se sabke samne tumhari yeah panty phadne wala hun.

Fir kya tha do taraf se uski panty ko pakadte hain aur ek jhatke mein uske badan se uski panty phad dalte hain. Pooja puri nangi hokar wahan sabke bich kadhi thi. Uski izat, uski sharam road par paddi thi.

Main – Bolo Pooja ab toh tumhare badan par ek dhaga tak nahi hai. Ab meri kutiya ban chalogi room tak ya Yahin khuleam apni chudai karwaogi.

Pooja janti thi ki main kitna jiddi hun. Woh rotte hue wahan kutiya ban jati hai. Aur main usski chooti pakad usse kutiya ki tarah chal kar room tak janne ko kehta hun. Kya nazara tha woh, maine apni behen ko khuleam road par kutiya bana ghumma raha tha.

Behen puri nangi apne ghutno ke bal chall kar ja rahi thi. Usse hum waise hi School ke andar le ate hain, wahan baki dost usse dekh kar makhi ki tarah lar tapkate Pooja ke pas aa jate hain. Main Pooja woh bonfire ke pass le jata hun.

Main – Aaj rat ka intezam ho gaya. Lo Subah se bahut tad rahe teh ni isse gori chiiti item ko toh lo dekho bina kapdo ke sali kasi lagti hai meri pyari behen. Meri yeah paltu kutiya aj sabko khuss karegi.

Pooja samaj gayi thi ki aj free mein sabo apni choot deni padegi. Waise toh usse bhi aise khuleam sabke samne nangi hokar janne mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Bass woh upar upar se natak kar rahi thi.

Par jaise hi maine usse kutiya bana sabke bich nanga kar diya, woh khud ko rok nahi payi. Fir kya tha Pooja ko hamne sabne milkar daru pilaya, Uske badan par daru dalkar sabne piya.

Kya hasin nazara tha, meri behen ek weshya ki tarah nangi school ground ke bicho bich apni chudai karwane ko bekarar thi. Fir kya tha, daru ke nashe mein sab mere behen ki nange jism par toot pade.

Woh usse wahin zameen par letakar uski chudai karne lage. Pooja ki kya samuhik chudai chal rahi thi. Itna maza toh usse sex party mein chudte dekh nahi aya tha jitna usse aise khuleam chudwane mein aa raha tha.

Ek ki dekha dekhi aur log bhi wahan ajate hain. Main ab Pooja ko lekar goal post ki poll par uapr uske dono hath bandh deta hun. Behen shaream nangi bandhi thi. Main uski ankhon par pati band deta hun.

Woh uske gown ka hi niche ka patha hisa tha. Bass utna kapda hi tha uske badan par. Main dur beth dekhta aur, wahan kuch 10-15 log maze se behen ki choot chat usse chod rahe the.

Main – Tumne kaha tha na tumhari chuchiyon ko hath na lagaye, woh badi ho jayegi. Toh dekho Pooja aj kitne hath tumahri chuchiyon ko dabate hain, Sari barat se aj tumhe chudwayunga.

Pooja bhi ab nashe mein thi, woh aur jyada madhosh hokar wahan sabse chudwa rahi thi. Kuch der bad wahan mama aur uske dost bhi aa gaye. Hum sab Pooja ki chudai kar thak chuke the. Aur hum wahin so gaye.

Ab meri nangi behen Mama ke rehmo karam par thi. Pooja ki asli chudai toh ab shuru honne wali thi.

It was a chill Monday morning, and the sounds of two people moaning filled the office cabin. A hot woman was riding her old CEO’s cock; she was sitting on his lap and riding him in a cowgirl position, hugging his neck with her hands. She was wearing a black lace bra with 36D size breasts on his face, and he was holding her waist with both hands, riding her pussy. She was moaning for him, her breasts bouncing in her bra and popping out of it, and he was spanking her 36-size big ass with his hands. After 10 minutes of hard fucking, they both got separated.

This started long back when Shivani joined the company. Shivani is a fair and sexy woman in the office, with a 36D size bra, 30-size waist, and 36-size big and bubbly ass. All the men’s eyes were on her, wanting to enjoy her at least once in their lifetime. There she was, getting fucked by her boss for future promotions; it was a deal made back when she joined the company.

She would come to the office before everyone else and go to her boss’s cabin for a morning ride with him, obeying her boss’s words. Sometimes she would get fucked hard in her pussy, and sometimes she would just give him a morning blowjob to satisfy him before everyone arrived.

This went on for some months, and she was very desperate about it. One fine day, her boss called her to the cabin during working hours when everyone was in the office. She went to his cabin and stood there in front of him. That day, she was wearing a short office skirt, a black one, and a white shirt with a black bra inside and a black jacket on her shirt. Her legs were shining and looking very sexy, and her thighs were exposed.

“You’re looking very sexy, my girl. Come on, start your job,” her boss said.

“But boss, everyone is in the office; what if everyone could hear me?” she replied.

“Oh, is it? Wait,” her boss said.

He stood up and came behind her, slowly starting to remove her jacket. He hugged her from behind and started to press her breasts over her shirt, slowly removing her shirt buttons. He slid his hands inside her shirt and held her right breast on her bra with his right hand, and with his other hand, he rubbed her thighs.

“Listen, my dear. I wanted to do some things with you today,” he said.

He removed her shirt and made her kneel on the floor, starting to unzip his pants and taking his cock out. He told her to take it inside her mouth and start the job, and she obeyed as he told her.

Shivani was blowing him out with her breasts exposed in her bra, and she was sucking. When she looked at him, he thought something in his mind, and he took the phone on the table and called someone inside the cabin.

She was sucking his cock without stopping, with sloppy sounds. Her breasts were shining due to sweat, and someone came inside and closed the door. She saw him and stopped the blowjob, keeping her eyes on him.

He was her junior; his name was Aryan, and she kind of liked him. He also had a crush on her. When she saw him, she was shocked to see him in her condition and was helpless. The boss told her to continue what she was doing and told Aryan to bring some papers that were pending to sign.

As Aryan went and brought the papers, the boss started to sign them, and Aryan kept looking at Shivani. She kept looking at him, and they both lost themselves in their sights. She was now blowing her boss’s cock like she wanted it badly, imagining that the cock was Aryan’s. She was sucking it with full lust and doing it great.

Aryan kept looking at her, his eyes on her breasts, now shining due to the sweat and saliva. The boss came to the end and cummed in her mouth by holding her hair at the back.

Aryan kept looking at it and had a bulge in his pants, seeing his crush’s breasts in that situation. After that, the boss said to Aryan to go out and not tell this to anyone. Aryan went out. And after that, Shivani was getting dressed up and correcting herself. Now the boss said to Shivani:

“I know you had liked him from day one that he joined. So, I wanted to show him how you’re being treated by your boss.”

After that, Shivani left from there and worked as she regularly did.

As the other days passed, she was doing the same; fucking her boss in front of Aryan and making him hard in his pants. She was riding her boss’s cock. And Aryan kept looking at her jiggling breasts when she was riding on her boss. She was looking at Aryan and licking her lips with her tongue, with lustful eyes.

Next time, she tied her boss’s eyes and fucked his cock and called Aryan close to her. Aryan was standing next to her left side, and Shivani was sitting on her boss’s cock, riding him. She looked into Aryan’s eyes, and they kept watching each other with pure lust.

Now Aryan was standing with his cock inside his pants, and Shivani was slowly touching his cock over his pants, moving her ass front and back on her boss’s cock. She opened Aryan’s zip and pulled out his 7-inch (3-inch thick) black cock. She was surprised to see that and gave a naughty devil smile to him. She held his cock in her hand and began to stroke it slowly, grinding her ass on her boss’s cock.

Aryan was closing his eyes and enjoying it. And she was pulling it, twisting it, and crushing the thick black cock in her hand. She began to stroke it so hard and pulled it closer, kissing his cock on the tip. She took it inside her mouth slowly and began to blow him out.

Her tongue was doing magic to his cock, and she had become an expert at it. She was twisting her tongue on his cock inside her mouth and sucking his suck.

After 10 minutes of sucking it and fucking her boss at the same time, she made both of them cum at the same time. They both realized their juices. While her boss cummed in her pussy, she was okay with it. When Aryan cummed in her mouth, she was enjoying it and drinking his cum joyfully, wanting more from him.

Now the boss saw them and said, “You slutty bitch! You want more cocks inside you!?”

And she replied, “Yes, boss, and you have made me do this. And his cock is much bigger than your…”

Now, after that, it passed several weeks, and the old CEO got retired. Shivani had become the new CEO of the company. And now, she wanted every cock inside her. She had planned something big…

The story continues from here.

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I’m Sohail, a techie who earns well and lives life my way in the beautiful city of Dubai. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Neha. It starts at my engagement and ends with a wild ride. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did living it.

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I’m married to a sweet woman, and we live in Mumbai. My wife’s elder sister, Neha, lives nearby. She’s married too, with a busy husband. My SIL is short but beautiful, like a diva. Her body is perfect. Everything is in place. Her skin is so white, almost glowing.

Her boobs are perfect for her body, not too big, not too small. I first saw her at my engagement. Back then, I just thought, “She’s pretty,” nothing more. No dirty thoughts. Just normal liking. She’s conservative and loyal to her husband, and I’m loyal to my wife, too. But something changed recently.

One day, I went to my SIL’s house. We were all supposed to go somewhere together. I was there to pick her up. I knocked, and she opened the door, looking rushed. She was in a green saree, her hair a little messy. “Sohail, wait a minute, okay? I’m coming,” she said, smiling quickly.

Then she turned and went back inside. I sat on the sofa, scrolling my phone. I heard her go into her room and close the door. Or at least, she tried to. The lock didn’t catch—it stayed open just a little. I didn’t mean to look, but my eyes went there. Through the gap, I saw my SIL.

She was undraping her saree, letting it fall to the floor. Then she started redraping it. I couldn’t look away. Her skin was so fair, like milk, shining in the light. Her stomach was flat but soft, curving down to her hips.

And her navel—God, it was beautiful, this tiny, perfect circle, deep and smooth, sitting right in the middle of that stomach. Her blouse, dark red and tight, hugged her boobs perfectly. They weren’t huge. But they pushed out just enough, round and perky, with a cleavage that looked so creamy and inviting.

They moved a little as she adjusted the saree. My breath caught. My pants tightened. My mind went crazy. I wanted to touch that navel, kiss her like anything, feel those perfect boobs. Guilt hit me, but the hunger won.

She finished and came out all proper again. “Okay, Sohail, let’s go,” Neha said, normal as ever. I nodded, but my head was spinning. That picture of her wouldn’t leave me.

A few days later, I went to her house again. I didn’t tell anyone—just dropped by. I knocked, and no response. I walked inside. She was sitting on the couch, stitching her dress with a needle and thread. Her blouse was loose, one side pulled down a bit as she worked on it.

She didn’t expect me. Our eyes met for a second. She froze, then covered up fast with her hands. “Oh, Sohail! You’re here,” she said, voice shaky. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah, just… passing by,” I mumbled. But my eyes weren’t on her face. They locked onto her chest. Before she covered up, I saw it—half her boob, nude and perfect. Even after she pulled the saree over, I could see the outline. Those perfect boobs pressing against the cloth, calling to me.

My throat went dry. My heart hammered. I wanted to pull that saree away, see both of them and hold them in my hands. The greed took over—I needed more. She looked away, fixing her blouse, and said, “Sit, I’ll get you water.” She got up and left the room fast.

I sat there, my mind racing. She was my SIL. She was married. I was married. But those thoughts didn’t stop me from wanting her now. After that day, something changed in me. I couldn’t shake her out of my head—her fair skin, that beautiful navel, those perfect boobs.

I wanted more. More glimpses, more moments. I started feeling for my SIL, and this hunger was growing inside me. She was so close, yet so far. Neha is loyal to her husband, and there is no doubt about that. She’s proper, always talking about him.

But sometimes, she’s easy with me—relaxed, laughing at my jokes, chatting like we’re old friends. That’s where I’d start. I wouldn’t push too hard with flirty stuff—just enough to make her smile and get her trust.

She didn’t wear sarees all the time either. Sometimes, it was pyjamas and a kurta, simple but still showing off her short, curvy body. I had to play it smart.

A few days later, I got a chance. My wife said, “Sohail, can you drop some groceries at Neha’s place? I’m busy today.” Perfect. I grabbed the bags and went over. I knocked, and my SIL opened the door. She was in a light yellow kurta and pyjamas, her fair skin glowing even in that casual look.

Her boobs pressed softly against the kurta, no dupatta today. “Oh, Sohail, you’re here,” she said, smiling. “Come in.” I stepped inside, holding the bags. “Wife sent these for you,” I said, putting them on the table. She nodded and started unpacking.

I didn’t rush off. I leaned against the wall, watching her move. “You’re always working hard, huh? I said, keeping it friendly. She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, no time to rest. What about you? Don’t you get tired?”

“Sometimes,” I said, grinning. “But I feel better when I’m around good company.” I kept it light, not too flirty. She laughed a little. “Good company? Me? I’m just unpacking groceries,” she said, shaking her head. Her kurta shifted as she reached up, showing a tiny peek of her white stomach.

My eyes stuck there for a second, but I looked away quickly. Didn’t want her catching me yet. I stayed a bit, chatting. “You make everything look easy, you know,” I said, keeping it simple. She shrugged. “Not really. Yesterday, I messed up dinner, and he wasn’t happy,” she said, joking about her husband.

We laughed together. It felt nice and natural. I didn’t flirt more—just let her get comfortable with me being around. The next time I saw her was at our house. She came over wearing a red pyjama set with a loose kurta. My wife was busy in the kitchen.

My SIL sat on the couch. I sat nearby, acting normal. “You look relaxed today,” I said, smiling. Her fair skin stood out against the red, and the kurta hung just right over her curves. She glanced at me. “Thanks, Sohail. It’s nice to get out sometimes,” she said.

I nodded, then added, real casually, “Yeah, and you make any room brighter, you know.” She looked at me quickly, then away, smiling a little. “You’re too nice,” she said softly. I didn’t push it—just let it sit there. She adjusted her kurta, and I stole a glance at her shape. Perfect, as always.

Over the next few days, I kept it up—small talk, little compliments. Like when she wore a saree again, I said, “You look good in everything, don’t you?” She’d blush or laugh it off, saying, “Sohail, stop it,” but she didn’t get mad.

Another time, in pyjamas, I told her, “You’re lucky to be so pretty without even trying.”  She rolled her eyes but smiled. “You say too much,” she replied, but she didn’t walk away. She was getting used to me trusting me more.

Then, one evening, luck gave me something big. My SIL needed a ride home from a family dinner at our place. Her husband was working late, so I offered to help. “I’ll drop you on my bike,” I said. She nodded. She was in a purple saree that night, looking stunning. Her fair skin shone under the streetlights.

I helped her sit behind me, her hands light on my shoulders. The ride was quiet, just the sound of the bike and the wind. I could feel her close, her body brushing mine when we turned. My mind was already buzzing. When we reached her place, I stopped the bike, and she got off.

But as she stepped down, her foot twisted—must’ve hit a stone or something. She cried out, “Ahh!” and stumbled, grabbing my arm. Her face scrunched up in pain, tears in her eyes. “Neha, you okay?” I said, jumping off the bike. She tried to stand, but her ankle hurt too much. “It’s fine, I’ll walk,” she said, wincing.

“No, wait,” I said, stepping closer. I put my hand on her arm to steady her. Then, without thinking, my other hand went to her bare waist—oh man, that felt so good. Her skin was warm, soft like butter, so fair and smooth under my fingers. I could feel the curve of her side, that perfect little dip above her hip.

My heart raced, my whole body lit up. I’d never touched her like this before. But even in pain, she pushed my hand away quickly. “Sohail, no,” she said, her voice sharp, still loyal, still proper. She tried to walk again, limping badly. “You’ll harm your leg,” I said. “Wait, please.”

She wasn’t listening, stubborn as hell. I stepped in front of her. “No, wait,” I said softly, then leaned close and whispered, “Don’t tell my wife or your husband about this.” She looked at me, confused, her big eyes wide.

Before she could say anything, I scooped her up in my arms. One hand is under her knees, the other is on her back, and her fingers are brushing her waist again. So close to her boobs, I could feel their heat through the blouse.

“No, no, Sohail!” she gasped. “Somebody will see!” Her voice was shaky, scared, but soft. “I don’t care,” I said, looking right at her. “I never want to see you in pain. Even if I have to walk 10 km, I’ll hold you.” My grip tightened.

My hand pressed into that smooth waist, the other sliding up her back, inches from those perfect boobs. She went still, her face close to mine. She was shy, cheeks red, but she didn’t fight anymore. Her eyes locked with mine. For a second, it was like she realised something—something new between us.

She didn’t say a word, just stared, breathing fast. I could feel her body against me, warm and soft, and I didn’t want to let go. I could feel her body against me, warm and soft, and I didn’t want to let go. My SIL was in my arms. Her foot twisted, her face red from shyness and pain.

She went still, her face close to mine. She was shy, cheeks red, but she didn’t fight anymore. Her eyes locked with mine, and I stared back. I kept walking toward her apartment, holding her tight, our gazes stuck together. It wasn’t romantic, not really, but it was something.

My heart pounded, not just from carrying her but from how close she was. We reached her place. I pushed the door open with my shoulder and carried her inside. I walked to her bedroom and gently lowered her onto the bed. Her saree shifted a little, showing that fair skin again, but I tried not to stare.

She winced as her foot touched the mattress. “Sohail, it’s okay. I’ll manage,” she said, her voice small, still saying no like always. I knelt beside her, reaching for her foot. “No, let me see,” I said. She pulled back, shaking her head. “No, no, don’t,” she kept saying, nervous.

I looked up at her, her eyes big and worried. Without thinking, I brushed my finger over her lips—soft, warm, trembling a little. “Stop,” I said gently. “I’m here to see how bad it hurts, that’s all.” She froze, but she didn’t push me away.

Her lips felt so good under my touch, but I pulled my hand back quickly. Didn’t want to scare her. I grabbed some Vicks from the table nearby—every house has that stuff, right? I rubbed a little between my fingers and looked at her. “This’ll help,” I said.

She nodded, still shy. I took her foot in my hands, careful not to hurt her. Her skin was so fair. Even her feet were pretty—small and soft- with that twist making her ankle swell a bit. I started rubbing the Vicks on it, slow and gentle. The smell filled the air, sharp and cool.

My fingers moved over her skin, feeling every curve of her foot. It wasn’t sexual, but it felt good—too good. Her toes curled a little, and she let out a small sigh, like the pain was easing. I glanced up at her. She was smiling now, just a little, watching me.

“Feels better?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. She nodded. “Yes, thank you,” she said softly. Her eyes were warm, grateful, but still innocent. Nothing more. She was still my SIL, still loyal to her husband, proper. I kept rubbing for a minute, my hands on her foot, her saree bunched up slightly around her legs.

It was close, almost tender, but we didn’t cross any line. I wanted her—God, I did—but this wasn’t about that. Not yet. It was I taking care of her and her letting me. I finished and sat back. “Rest it, okay? No walking for a bit,” I said, standing up.

She nodded again, pulling her saree over her legs properly. “You’re too good to me,” she said, her smile shy but real. I grinned back. “Someone’s gotta look after you,” I said, keeping it light. She laughed a little, and I felt that pull again—but I left it there.

Days passed, and things got better between me and my SIL. We started having fun chats—on the phone, in person, just laughing about everything. When she’s in her zone, wearing her dresses, sarees, night suits, whatever—it’s amazing. She’s gotten so comfortable with me.

Before, she’d always cover her chest with her dupatta or pallu. But now, when it’s just us, it slips to one shoulder, and she doesn’t fuss. I love it.

One day, it was the middle of the afternoon. My wife was at the office, and her husband was on a business trip. I was working from home, bored out of my mind. My SIL was home, too, working. I called her up. “Hey, what’re you doing?” I asked.

“Working,” she said, sounding tired. “You?”

“Same. I’m bored. You coming over, or should I come to you?” I teased.

She laughed. “Men should take the step, no?”

I cracked up. “Alright, I’m on my way.” I hung up, grabbed my keys, and rode over to her place. When I got there, we sat in her living room, laptops open, chatting while pretending to work. She was still in her night suit—light pink, soft fabric hugging her short, curvy body.

Her fair skin glowed, and those medium boobs looked perfect under the thin top. We’d gotten close lately, so this was normal now—just us, relaxed. She got up at one point, excited. “Wait, I have to show you something!”

She ran to her room and came back holding a new saree—black, a little transparent, stunning. “I bought this yesterday. What do you think?”

I grinned, leaning back. “It’s gorgeous. You’d look beautiful in it. Wear it!”

She shook her head, shy. “No, not now.”

“Come on, please? Wear it for me,” I begged, giving her my best puppy face.

She sighed. “Okay, fine.” She went to change and came back—oh man, she was an angel. The black saree draped over her like a dream, sheer enough to hint at her figure. Her blouse was tight, black too, showing off those round, perfect boobs.

Her navel stayed hidden, but the way she carried herself, that aura—it was a killer. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“You look… wow,” I said, standing up. “Seriously, why didn’t I meet you before your sister?”

She frowned a little, playful but firm. “Sohail, don’t say that.”

I laughed it off. “Alright, alright. Let me take some photos. If you like them, keep them. If not, I’ll hide them in a secret folder.” She hesitated, eyes narrowing. “Why photos?” she asked.

“Just for fun, come on. Please?” I begged again. She sighed, not a strict “no” this time. “Okay, fine.”

I grabbed my phone, and she started posing—simple stuff at first, smiling, turning a little. Then, there were some accidental hot ones—her pallu slipped, showing that white waist against the black blouse. The combo was unreal—smooth skin, curves popping.

“You’re a natural,” I said, snapping away. “Try some poses for me? Nothing crazy, I promise. I know my limits.

I’m fit and handsome. I got four packs, not six full, but I look good. “I’ve got an idea,” I said, grinning. “A pose you’ll love, but we can’t show anyone. If you hate it, I’ll delete it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What pose?”

I grabbed my Bluetooth selfie stick and set it up across the room. “Look, we’re good friends now, right? Comfortable with each other. It’s just a fun thing in my head. You stand on that stool to match my height, and I’ll be behind you—like a builder pose, flexing my biceps.”

She nodded slowly. “And?”

I scratched my neck, smirking. “I’ll take off my T-shirt. It’ll look like your waist is covering mine, but not fully—just a cool shot.”

Her eyes went wide. “What? No, no, I can’t see you shirtless!”

I fake-pouted. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are, but… how can I see you like that?” she said, blushing hard.

“Why not? If you don’t like it, we will delete it. Promise.” We went back and forth, her arguing, me teasing, until she finally caved. “Fine, yes, but just this!”

I grinned, pulling my t-shirt up slowly on purpose, flexing so it got stuck halfway. She sneaky-peeked, her eyes flicking to my chest. “Need help?” she mumbled, stepping closer. Her fingers brushed my back—soft, warm—and she tugged the shirt off.

When it dropped, she stared. “Oh my God,” she whispered, then caught herself, looking away quickly. She didn’t say more, holding that line she wouldn’t cross. I stepped behind her, bare chest close but not touching. She stood on the stool, black saree shimmering.

I flexed, and we took the shot. She hopped down, checked the pic, and laughed. “It’s funny! Looks good.”

“See? Told you. But it’d be perfect if…” I hesitated, then said, “If you drop your pallu, let it fall. Just for the shot.”

She stared at me. “Are you mad? Go put your t-shirt on!”

“Think about it,” I said, stepping closer. “It’s your phone—we’re using your camera. If you hate it, delete it. No risk.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, but I could see her thinking. I put my hands on her shoulders, soft but firm, and looked into her eyes.

“Neha, I’ve known you for a year. I’ve never seen you this happy. You’re smiling today, glowing, and I love it. These days, it’s all about you—your laugh, making sure you don’t get hurt. You’ve got a beautiful heart, and you’re so damn nice. I want to see you happy every day.”

Her eyes got shiny, and one tear slipped out. “Sohail…” she whispered, voice shaky. “I didn’t know you could be so… this.”

I smiled, brushing her cheek. “Can I help with the pallu?” She was still lost in thought, then nodded slowly. “Yes.” I unpinned it gently, letting the black fabric slide to the floor. “Lower the saree a bit?” I asked, my voice low.

She didn’t say anything—just pulled the saree down a bit, showing her navel, so nice and perfect on her white skin. I set the camera again, stood behind her, and couldn’t stop myself—I put my arms around her stomach, pulling her close. Her skin felt warm against my chest, so soft it made me crazy.

I moved her hair away and kissed her shoulder, just lightly. She got stiff. “Sohail, what are you doing?” she said quietly, pushing back a little. “Shhh,” I said, turning her to face me slowly. My finger went down her neck, over her collarbone.

It went along her blouse where her boobs showed a bit, then to her navel, circling it. She breathed fast, eyes big. I got close, almost kissing her, but stopped. She was shaking, and I could feel her so near.

“You’re scared,” I said, smiling a little. “Why?”

She looked down, her face red. “Sohail, we can’t… You know it’s wrong,” she said softly, but she didn’t move away. Her pallu was still on the floor, saree low, blouse tight on her boobs. She looked so good, breathing quickly.

I laughed easily. “Don’t worry, I’m just playing. We’re friends, right? Having fun.” I stepped closer, my chest almost touching her. I took her hand and put it on my shoulder. “Feel that? I work hard for these muscles. Like it?”

She smiled, shy but real, and pulled her hand back fast. “You’re silly,” she said, laughing a little. “So strong, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, flexing my arm. “Took months! You think it’s good?” I wanted her to talk and connect with me.

She nodded, peeking at my chest. “It’s nice. But put your shirt on!” she said, teasing now.

“Nah, not yet,” I said, grinning. “You’re smiling—I like that.” I reached out and pushed her hair behind her ear, my fingers touching her soft cheek. “You’re pretty when you’re shy.” She didn’t move; she just looked at me, her eyes soft. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, real quiet. “You’re too nice to me.”

“Someone has to be,” I said, looking at her closely. “We’re good together, no? Talking, laughing.” My hand stayed on her arm, light, and she didn’t pull away. “I like being with you,” I said.

She smiled slightly. “Me too,” she said, so soft I almost missed it. We stood there, her so close, her skin warm under my fingers. It felt good like we were really something.

Then I went for it. I leaned in, and we kissed—soft first, her lips warm and sweet. It got deeper and stronger. My hands on her back, pulling her to me. I pressed her waist. She moaned.

She kissed me back, hands on my chest, for five minutes, caressing my back, my fingers pressing in, her body against mine.

Then she pushed me away hard. “Stop! What are we doing? This is wrong!” she said, her voice breaking and her eyes wet. “Go, please!”

I got mad, breathing heavily. “If you can’t fight for your happiness, then fine—I don’t care.” I grabbed my shirt and left, heart pounding, her taste still on my lips.

Mahesh uncle was lying on the bed. His towering 9-inch cock was standing tall in front of me. I was sitting on my knees and bending between his legs. I was sucking him softly with my lips and tongue.

My ass was high in the air near the edge of the bed where Madan uncle was licking my clean-shaven asshole deeply. This was giving me intense pleasure. Mahesh uncle was holding my head with both his hands and fucking my mouth. All his precum and my saliva mixed and made strings of sticky liquid.

I was also sucking and licking his balls one by one while giving him a blowjob. Now Madan uncle, while licking my asshole, started pushing his finger inside. Oh, I was on cloud nine because of his actions. I was fucked by these two gentlemen many times. Every time, it was an amazing experience.

Madan uncle had pushed his entire middle finger in my ass and finger fucking me intensely. Mahesh uncle also increased his speed in my mouth. After fingering and licking me for about 20 minutes, Madan uncle took out Vaseline and started applying it to my ass.

I understood what was going to happen next, or I just made a wrong guess. Madan uncle put a lot of Vaseline deep in my hole. I thought he would enter me any minute. Instead, he said, “Mahesh, we are set.”

Mahesh uncle, after hearing this, stopped fucking my mouth. He pulled me up and started smooching me vigorously. I was still stroking his cock with my hand. Madan uncle, by now, had his three fingers inside my ass. All was so intense that I couldn’t control myself and was moaning loudly.

Mahesh uncle got hold of my ass and pulled my ass up on his cock. It was very well lubricated now. Without wasting any time, I started taking his 9-inch cock inside me. Every centimetre was like a heavenly entrance. I was high on pleasure. I pushed myself hard on his cock.

In only three strokes, I took his entire cock inside my asshole. He spread my ass cheeks and started fucking me hard from underneath. We were also kissing passionately. Suddenly I felt like my asshole was getting stretched even further.

I noticed Madan uncle again started pushing his fingers in my ass while I was getting fucked by Mahesh uncle. I understood what they had planned. Madan and Mahesh uncle fuck me regularly. But I never had both their dicks in my ass at the same time. But today was it.

A strange excitement took over me about their double penetration. I reached my hand towards Madan uncle and pulled him on me, holding his hand. When he came closer, I got hold of his dick and started stroking it. It was hard and hot.

These two monsters are in their late 40s, almost 6’3, and weigh over 100kg. They have 8 inches and 9 inches cock, respectively. I am only 20 years old, 5’2, 67kg. I am quite curvy with fleshy man breasts and a soft big round bubble ass. I am too fair and hairless below the eyebrows.

Mahesh and Madan uncle have been fucking me for almost 2 years now. So now I was fully naked, riding the monstrous 9-inch cock of Mahesh uncle while smooching him passionately. My big round ass was fully lubricated with Vaseline and Mahesh uncles precum.

I was holding Madan uncle’s 8-inch cock and stroking and inviting him towards my asshole. My asshole was barely able to fit Mahesh uncle cock inside. But I didn’t want to waste this adventurous opportunity. I was leaning on Mahesh uncle.

My asshole was wide open, inviting Madan uncle’s cock. I pulled his cock near my asshole, which was being fucked hard by one cock already. Madan uncle also didn’t want to waste time, so he came closer and put his cock on my anal entrance.

Mahesh uncle reduced his speed to make way for Madan uncle. Madan uncle somehow put his cock head inside my asshole. The pain was unbearable. I screamed loudly but also enjoyed the feeling. I thought Madan uncle would go slow at first. So I tried and relaxed my asshole as much as possible.

But going slow was never Madan uncles choice. As soon as he was able to push his cock head in, without realizing that one huge cock was already in me, he gave a hard push. He slid half of his cock in. I screamed like hell in pain. I tried to move away.

But Madan uncle noticed my move and tightly held my waist and gave another hard push. Fuck! He had slid his entire 8-inch cock inside me. I was in so much pain I can not describe it. I started crying in pain. Heavy tears were flowing down my eyes.

I tried to scream, but Mahesh uncle pulled me on his lips and started sucking my tongue with his teeth and lips. But thankfully, they both remain in that position for quite a while. Slowly I also started getting used to the pain, and my asshole got somewhat big enough.

My rectum was stretched by two long thick cocks. My hands were held tied together on my back by Madan uncle. Mahesh uncles teeth shut my mouth. I’m sure I felt a little blood coming from my rectum. Also, my lips were cut because of vigorous chewing by Mahesh uncle.

I knew the only way out was to finish what I started. Just about 2 minutes, as I felt a little comfortable, I started moving my ass on their cock. They got the signal, but this time they were gentle and started to fuck me slowly.

Mahesh uncle was pushing his cock from underneath, and Madan uncle was banging me from the back. They kept a slow pace for about 10 minutes. After that, my asshole got stretched nicely. I was experiencing only 30% pain. I eased out by now, and my inner bitch took over my body.

Both of them were going slowly and smoothly. But now I was hungry and didn’t want to hold myself back. So I gave a hard push on my ass and reciprocated their act. They understood that now I was good to go and increased their speed.

Both of their cocks started pumping my ass like pistons. They started fucking me in great rhythm, and my rectum matched their pace. My inner walls were very tight, but now I could feel them vibrating in tune. First time in my life, I had two cocks in my ass fucking me at the same time.

Mahesh uncle and I again started smooching passionately while Madan uncle now leaned on my back and got hold of my jiggling breasts. He started crushing and squeezing my nipples. I was in great pleasure. Both fucked me for like another 10 minutes.

Now I could feel their cocks getting hotter and hotter. They were pulsating like Bcrazy in my ass. My asshole, by now, was stretched to the size of a tunnel. Both uncles had no problem fucking me. After a while, I started sensing their cocks swell. They started fucking me furiously.

Just at that moment, Mahesh uncle pulled me closer by hugging me tight. He bit my lips hard between his teeth. He arched his body and pushed his cock as much deep as possible, and giving one hard stroke, he sprayed his hot cum in my ass.

Shower after shower of his hot cum started painting my ass walls. I felt amazing. He kept giving deeper, harder strokes and kept cuming in me. He came like that for almost 2 minutes. His cum was too much for my rectum to swallow. Half of it started dripping down my ass hole on his balls.

Even Madan uncles cock got covered in Mahesh uncles cum. I was having a fantastic feeling. Like having an orgasm while still being fucked. After Mahesh uncle finished cumming, he took his cock out. He moved upwards so that his cock was near my lips.

Without wasting any more time, I sucked his cock dry and swallowed all the liquid from his cock. Now, Madan uncle was also reaching his climax. I grabbed both my ass cheeks and held them tight. His fingernails got buried in my ass cheeks.

He spread my ass as wide as he could and came fully on top of me. I was now lying on my stomach. Madan uncle was squeezing and crushing my breasts with his hand. He was fucking my ass wildly while lying on my back. He fucked me for another good 10 minutes.

Suddenly his cock got large and hot. His body got stiff, his grip on my breasts got so tight my nipples definitely lactate blood. He gave a hard push again and started cuming waves inside me. His cum spray was even hotter and was far faster than Mahesh uncle.

He kept fucking me as furiously as possible and kept cuming inside my ass. He cum in gallons. After he finished, he took his cock out, rolled me over on my back. He sat on my breasts and put his cock in my mouth. I obeyed like a good slave and sucked his cock dry.

I could feel my asshole wide open and stretched even to accommodate a train.
I was filled with cum of these gentlemen. My legs were numb. My body was loosened. The taste of there cum was still in my mouth. I had the most painful yet happiest night of my life.

I was getting ready in a rush as Aman, my fiancé, was coming to pick me up. We were going to visit our home, where we would be living. Aman is a handsome man, and I had already fallen for him. I wore a tight floral suit with a deep neckline that would highlight my deep cleavage and black leggings that fit right on my curves. I am tall, 5’7″, and my figure was 34-28-36 back then. I wanted to keep him seduced but also look like a traditional, respectable woman, so I took a dupatta as well.

Aman arrived and honked; I rushed, and we drove to Gurugram, where he had bought an apartment. The highways were deserted back then, but the society was very posh, and we had a beautiful tower. We both went to our tower, and he unlocked the door for me.

The flat was beautiful. He had also decorated it with balloons and flowers for me, as I was visiting for the first time in my new home. He was so considerate and romantic before marriage; I was wishing he would never change. He showed me the entire house; it was all furnished with many things, like wardrobes and mattresses. They were still packed to avoid getting dirty. We unpacked a sofa so that we could sit there ourselves.

I said, “It’s so lovely; I love this house and your taste.” Aman replied, “My taste is good, isn’t it? That’s why I chose you,” and he came closer. But I was in the mood to tease him. I rushed to the kitchen and started looking at appliances and cupboards, etc. He followed me; I knew he wanted to hold me and kiss me, but I was teasing him a little.

I said, “Hey, look at the view of the city from our living room’s windows,” and I stood beside the large glass window, seeing the city lights as it was getting darker in the evening. Aman was getting naughty now; he came and grabbed my waist from behind while I was looking out of the window.

Aman asked, “Do you like it?” as he was busy feeling my flat tummy, rubbing his warm hands on me. I was loving his touch, but I was unsure if it was right. However, Aman was restless.

I replied, “It’s beautiful; I am happy.” I looked towards him and smiled. Aman took the opportunity and covered my lips with his and smooched me, while his hands now slid from my tummy to my boobs. He started fondling them vigorously. We had met many times before and after our engagement, and he usually hugged and kissed me. But today, he was in a quite different mood. I didn’t know what to do. But his manly touch after many years of my breakup with my ex was driving me crazy. I also turned towards him and hugged him tightly.

Aman grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. I had never seen this hungry side of my fiancé; I only imagined this for our wedding night, and this was happening in real life before marriage in our own flat. It was so exciting. His moves and his stubble roughing up my body were already making me wet. I held his face and kissed his face and hid him in my breast. Aman moved his hands down to my ass cheeks over my leggings and was feeling my smooth, toned thighs over my clothes. While I was squeezing his face between my breasts, his hands naughtily slipped into my leggings and pulled them down. His fingers started to play with my new panty, which was soaking wet now.

I thought, “OMG, he knows now how much I am craving for him.” I gathered some courage and pulled and took off his T-shirt. He had a good muscular body with some manly hairs on his chest. He guided me and made me sit on the sofa and took off my leggings completely. He looked into my eyes naughtily and got between my thighs.

His beard was rubbing my silky, soft thighs. I tried to close my legs, but he was adamant and pulled them apart. He wanted to taste the sweet spot that was soaking wet on my black, silky panty. He pulled me, and dug his face in my crotch, and started to sniff my pussy and run his tongue up and down over the wet panty. I couldn’t resist even if I had tried. I got so excited with his breath on my pussy, and I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper into my pussy. He slid my panty with his tongue and started poking it in and out of my hole. I started to juice for my fiancé.

I took off my kurta and squeezed my boobs. Aman looked at me from down under as I was touching myself and chewed my clit with his lips. I was moaning for him. He started rubbing his fingers on my cunt lips and slowly started fingering me. I was not ready for that, and a shriek slipped out of my mouth.

I leaned, and Aman looked at me; I grabbed Aman’s face and smooched him. Aman shoved his tongue in my mouth and rolled his tongue in my mouth. I reciprocated the same. We hugged each other tight; his chest was crushing my boobs, and I pressed him harder against me, as I was longing for this for so long. We hugged and fell upon the sofa. Aman came over me and was sucking my lips and gradually went down to my neck and to my boobs. He squeezed my boobs, and my boobs jumped out of my silky bra. He pinched my nipples and started sucking them. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Aman started sucking my nipples while fondling them. I was in cloud nine, moaning and shaking my head in pleasure. I held my side boobs and pushed my boobs for him. I whispered in his ear, “Fill me up, na!” I literally begged for his cock. Aman looked at me and gave a naughty smile; he looked so handsome in his wild avatar.

He grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. The touch of his cock’s head sent shivers down my spine. I grabbed his strong forearms. With a deep breath, he shoved his cock in my wet, juicy pussy, which was craving for this now. He grabbed my waist and was fondling it and pumping in my pussy. I was feeling his tight cock in my pussy, and it was tearing it inch by inch.

Aman held my wrists and pinned both my hands on top of my head. I was laying helpless in front of him, and he was enjoying my body. I could see immense lust in his eyes. I felt shy and closed my eyes and let him enjoy what he owned. My cheeks were red, and my body was oozing sex; Aman got faster and pumped me harder.

He pulled his cock out; I think it was because he was about to cum and not wearing a rubber. He asked me to clean it. I grabbed my panty and cleaned my juices off his cock. But he insisted I sit on my knees and do it. As I got on my knees, he rubbed his cock on my lips; it smelled odd – neither bad nor good. But I had never sucked before. Nonetheless, he was standing right in front of me, holding my cheeks in his hand, and started rubbing it on my lips harder. His dick was rubbing on my teeth. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his entire 6.5″ in my mouth. He grabbed my cheeks and started fucking my mouth. It was jamming my throat, but I somewhat liked being treated like a whore by him.

I came over him, and grabbed his dick, and guided it inside me. I sat on it slowly in a cowgirl position. I kept my palms on his muscular chest and started jumping on his hard cock. Aman said, “Ahhh, ahhhh, baby, faster, I love you.” I heard “I love you” from him many times, but this was very special. So, I smiled and increased my pace.

I was holding and fucking him, faster. Aman was very hot now; I could feel him growing and thumping inside me. Aman was moaning aloud. I rubbed my panties on his lips, and he opened his mouth. So, I shoved it in. He got excited and gripped my thighs and started matching his thrusts with mine.

It was such a hot moment. I was jumping on his cock shamelessly now, like a whore, and he was fucking me mercilessly. We both were sweaty and hot. We kept fucking each other for at least 10 minutes.

Aman said, “Ahhh, fuck it, I am gonna cum. Get into doggy position.” I was shocked to hear this tone and excited as well. I always had a naughty thought. So, I grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen beside that room. I always had the fantasy that my husband would fuck me on the kitchen table. I kept my hands on the kitchen counter and protruded my ass to lure my hubby. Aman got crazy; he sat down on his knees and started licking my pussy like a little puppy. He tried to spread my ass but couldn’t. So, he slapped my thighs to make space.

I lifted my tight leg and put it on the counter. Now my ass was all wide open for him. He made his tongue pointed and started to fuck my asshole with his tongue. It was so exciting; I totally lost it.

He then stood up and pushed me on the counter. My boobs were against the slab, and my hot, sweaty nipples were now crushed against the cold stone of the counter. Aman put a condom on his cock and rubbed his thick, fat cock now on my pussy. My pussy was oozing juices now, and with a little thrust, his cock went in. It was a different experience with the condom in this position. His fat cock was stretching my tight pussy, and as he pumped me, I got pleasure waves in my body.

I was so hot; I was not in my senses. I crashed on the counter, and he was fucking my pussy from behind. I was enjoying his cock and matching my rhythm with his strokes. He clutched my hairs in his hand like a pony and started pumping me harder. He was slapping my ass cheeks, which went from white to red with a few slaps. As he slapped my ass cheeks hard, I turned and looked at him; he put two fingers in my mouth and kept on fucking without bothering to slow down.

I didn’t utter a word; I was not going to break the moment, and I just wanted to enjoy. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them like no tomorrow. He gave some strong jerks and almost touched my belly button from within. He grabbed me by my hairs and pulled me down. He slapped his cum-filled dick on my face. I grabbed it and took off the condom. As I tried to clean it with my hands, Aman said, “Nahi… muh me lo, aise hi. Clean it with your tongue.”

I hesitated, but he insisted. And with his thumb, he opened my mouth and put it in my mouth. He started pumping, so a few more drops were ejaculated in my mouth. Aman said, “Ahhh, you will do this every day… and every night after marriage. OK?” I, with his cock in my mouth, kept on sucking it and cleaning it.

Now, I am prohibited from spitting his cum; every single time we make out, he makes me swallow every single drop of it. Now, as a submissive wife, I like its taste and him controlling me, my mind, and my body.

Hit me up at [email protected] if you’re into this kind of thing – ladies only. By the way, I’m a 32-year-old dude.

Toh akhir sare aam behen ko apne haathon se nanga karne ki tamanah puri ho hi gayi. Doston ke sath milkar maine apni behen ke badan se uske kapde phad dale. Unke samne usse nanga kar road par ghumaya.

Humlog usse apne ghutno ke baal chal kar ek kutiya ki tarah school mein le gaye. Wahan hum daru party kar rahe the. Baki dost meri nangi behen ko dekh pagal ho jaate hai. Main apni behen ko doston ke samne paros deta hun.

Aur sab daru se nehlakar usse khate hai. Main usse school ke ground par banne goal post par upar dono haath band deta hun. Aur apni behen Pooja ki chudai ka nazara beth kar dekhta hun.

Pooja ko 15-20 log lund par kuda kuda kar chod rahe the. Sab uske nange jism se aise khel rahe the ki Pooja aur mujhe dono ko maza aa raha tha. Doston ke sath milkar maine apni behen ki kya samuhik chudai karwayi thi. Hum kuch der aise hi daru pitte hue uski chudai ka maza lete rahe.

Fir thak harkar wahi so gaye. Par abhi toh raat ke 1:30 bajje the, abhi puri raat baki thi. Meri nangi behen akeli wahan bandhi hui thi. Sote hue maine kuch logon ko behen ki taraf jaate dekha.

Woh koi aur nahi mere Mama the. Par main kuch nahi kar sakta tha, sharab mein duth ho main wahin so gaya.

Abhi Subah ke 7 baje the ki meri nind khulti hai, mujhe joro se toilet lagi thi. Main ab bhi thoda nashe mein tha, aur mera saar jor se dard kar raha tha.

Main bahar gaya aur moot kar andar school mein jaane laga. Main dekhta hun, meri behen Pooja bahar road par nangi padi hai. Uske pass 2-3 beer ki bottle aur aur upar 4-5 use kiye hue condom pade hue the.

Pooja wahin road par puri nangi, chudi chudai halat mein so rahi thi. Main mobile se uski kuch video aur photos nikal leta hun. Taaki baad mein usse dikhakar aur zalil kar sakun.

Main – Pooja, utho jaldi, jaldi se andar chalo subah ho gayi hai.

Pooja – Hmm. ruko na, sona hai. haan. baad mein. so jao na.

Par Pooja ko koi hosh nahi tha, woh ab bhi nashe mein thi. Main usse aise hi road par nangi sote chhod kar andar gaya. Meri ankhen paati ki paati reh gayi. Pool par jahan hamne Pooja ko bandha tha, wahan ab mummy bandhi hui hai.

Mummy ke ankhon par paati ke alawa aur kuch unke badan par nahi tha. Mummy puri nangi bandhi thi wahan. Main sharam se ankhen nichi kar li. Unki phaati hui saare wahin padi thi. Maine unhe saree pehnaya aur, unhe niche utara.

Mummy – Pooja kahan hai, Rajeev?

Main unhe bahar le gaya aur dikhaya ki kaise Pooja nangi hokar bahar khule mein road par so rahi thi. Pooja ko dekhte hi mummy daud padi, aur unki saree fir se khul gayi. Meri maa aur behen dono ab road par nirvastra pade the.

Main – Jaldi cholo mummy dono nangi hokar road par ho, koi dekh lega.

Mummy – Koi bacha bhi hai jisne hamein aise na dekho ho? Jao behen ko uthakar jaldi andar le challo. Aur iski gown bhi le aao agar kuch kapde usme choda ho tumlogon ne.

Main waisa hi karta hun, behen ko goad mein utha kar school ke andar le aata hun. Mummy apni phati saare pehenti hai. Aur main Pooja ke phaate hue kapde dhundhe jaata hun.

Uski sirf panty aur gown ka agge ka hissa milta hai. Main woh hi lekar aata hun, aur behen ke badan par lapet deta hun. Behen ko dekh kar hi lag raha tha ki uski kaal raat jamkar chudai hui hai.

Baal aur chehre pura bikhara hua tha. Chehre aur ballon par mitti lagi hui thi. Main papa ko khoj kar laata hun, aur unhe car lekar jaldi se ghar chalne ko kehta hun. Pooja aur Mummy waise hi adh nangi halat mein car se jaa rahe the.

Ghar pahunchte hi, papa jakar so gaye. Par mummy behen ko goad mein utha bathroom mein legayi aur usse nehlakar saaf kiya. Mummy Pooja ko nangi halat mein lekar mere bistar par leta deti hai.

Mummy – Isse kuch kapde pehenado, Rajeev.

Mummy mujhe apni nangi behen ko kapde pehnane ko bol rahi thi, kya din tha aaj. Main mummy ki akhon ke samne behen ko uski bra aur panty pehnata hun. Aur fir usse uski nighty pehena deta hun.

Mummy se thik se khada bhi nahi hua ja raha tha. Main bhi nahakar aata hun, aur Pooja ke pass so jaata hun. Us din shaam tak sab sote rahe the.

Shaam ke 5 baje meri neend khulti hai, par mera bahar janene ki himmat nahi thi, na janne mummy kitna gussa karegi. Kuch der aise hi gujar gaya, par fir mummy awaz lagati hai.

Mummy – Pooja ko utha do Rajeev, kab tak soyege dono.

Pooja uthti hai, par jaise hi chalne ki koshis karti hai, woh gir jaati hai.

Pooja – Bhaiya bahut dard hai. Mujhe uthakar le challo na.

Aur fir main behen ko uthakar TV ke pass sofe par betha deta hun. Papa bhi wahan bethe the. Koi bhi kaal ki ghatna ki baate nahi kar raha tha.

Mummy – Kyun Pooja dard kaisa hai ab, bhaiya ne marham lagaya ki nahi.

Pooja – Mummy ap bhi.

Mummy – Kyun Pooja ab sharam aa rahi hai kya? Ab bhi sharam lagti hai tumlogon ko?

Main – Sharam toh apko bhi nahi lagti hai.

Papa – Kya chaal raha hai, koi batayega mujhe, kaal kya hua tha, Aisi halat mein sab wapas aye hue, tum dono ka yeah haal kaise hua.

Mummy – Dekhna chahoge kya tum sab? Toh khud dekho lo.

Aur yeah kehkar mummy ek video lagati hai TV par. Fir hum dekhte hai, Pooja khadi hai, mummy ko bye bol hum dosto ke sath woh school ja rahi hai. Aur fir main uski gown piche se phadkar phekdeta hun.

Aur fir Pooja humsabko school lejakar nanga karne ko gidgidati hai. Par humsaab milkar uski bra panty utar usse wahin road par nanga kar dete hai.

Papa – Hey bhagwan, apni behen ko road par nanga kar diya Rajeev. Baap re apni behen ki hi nangi barat nikal di. Waah maan gaye tumhe.

Pooja – Aap kitne tharki ho bhaiya, mujhe zalil karne ka koi mauka nahi chodte.

Mummy – Sharama kyun rahi ho?  Aise anjan logon ke haathon nangi honne mein maza toh bahut aya hoga, dekho na kitne pyar se tumhari bra panty utari hai sabne milkar.

Mummy – Waise abhi se sharma gayi agge toh jo tumhare sath hua hai woh dekh kar kya kahogi.

Main – Yeah sab record kisne kiya yeah toh batao.

Mummy – Tumhe hosh kahan tha, Yeah sab tumhare Mama ne kiya hai record.

Pooja – Oh no, toh Mama ke samne main aisi nangi thi. Ab unhe kaise munh dikhayungi.

Mummy – Oh ho re meri sati savitri, jab apni nangi video chaat kar rahi thi, tab nahi lagga ki koi bhi tumhare isse nange badan ko dekh lega.

Fir video agge badhti hai. Hum dost usse school mein uski samuhik chudai karte hue usse wahan pole par bandh dete hai. Fir achanak Mama wahan aa jate hai, unke sath 8-10 log aur the.

Pooja nashe mein dhut hokar wahan bandhi hui thi.

Mama – Kyun Pooja aaj Mama ke pair nahi chhuogi? Tumhe asirvaad kaise dunga.

Fir kya picche se mummy wahan aa jaati hai. Mummy ko aise video mein dekh Pooja chaunk jaati hai.

Mummy – Iske haath toh kholo fir na pair chuyegi.

Aur fir mummy Pooja ke haath khol deti hai. Pooja wahan Mama ke samne puri nangi thi. Mama ko dekh Pooja rone lagti hai.

Pooja – Mamma, please mujhe jaane do na, mujhe kapde de do. Mummy bolo na please.

Aur aisa kehkar woh apne haathon se apne nange badan ko chupanne ki kosis karne lagti hai.

Mama – Dekh rahi ho na behna, tumhari beti ka yeah randi. Pooja apna yeah randi rona band karo. Tumhari randi panna maine abhi dekha hai, aur itne dino se tumhare video chaat pe bhi paise dekar dekha hai. Road pe nangi kutiya ki tarah chud rahi thi taab kahan gaya tha tumhare yeah ansu.

Mama – Aaj haath ayi ho, aaj apne Mama ke goad mein nahi khlogi.

Aur aisa kaar woh Pooja ke nange jism ko chutte hai, aur usse apni goad mein utha lete hai.

Mama – Aao Pooja aaj apne Mama ko bhi khuss kardo. Dekho maine apne doston se vada kiya hai, aaj unhe ekdum taza maal dunga. Chalo na unki aaj raat rangin kardo. Aa jao bhai log tumlogon ki call girl ready hai.

Aur aisa kehkar jaise hi woh Pooja ko utarte hai, sab Pooja ke nange jism par toot padte hai. Sab uski chuchiyon ko chunne ke liye betaab the. Mama ne wahan chair lagaya aur ab behen ko wahan nangi hokar nachne ko kaha.

Mama – Lagta hai, isse akele nachne mein sharam aa rahi hai, jao behen tum hi iska sath dedo na. Tumhare iss nange jism ka dedar kiye bhi kitna din ho gaya. Aaj majja ayaega maa beti ka yeah nanga nach dekhkar.

Fir kya tha, meri behen aur Maa dono nange hokar Mama ke samne the.

Papa – Yeah sab kiya tumne Joshna? Apni beti ko bachane ki jagah uske sath nangi hokar apne hi bhai ke samne nangi hokar nach rahi ho. Chi.

Aur aisa kehkar woh wahan se janne lagte hai.

Mummy – Kyun kya hua? Mine toh kaha tha ki agge aise kuch karungi ki tum munh ghuma loge. Dekho tumhari beti ko kaise apne Mama ki call girl bana diya. Agge toh dekho tumhari biwi aur beti ki kaisi chudai hoti hai.

Fir kya meri maa aur behen dono ko Mama daru se nehlakar wahan nachwate hai. Dono madmast hokar nangi wahan nachne lagti hai. Pooja ka daar thoda kaam hota hai.

Fir woh dono ko wahani kutiya ki tarah chudai karte hai. Dono ki wahan jamkar chudai hoti hai. Mummy ke samne hi Mama Pooja ko apne lund par kuda kuda kar chodte hai.

Apni maa behen ki aise samuhik chudai dekh main sharam se paani paani ho jaata hun. Par abhi toh woh log unhe road par le jaane lagte hai. Pooja aur mummy dono kutiya ki tarah nangi apne ghutno ke baal road par aa jaate hai.

Fir kya tha, sab milkar unhe wahin road par kutiya bana chodte hai.

Mama – Kyun Joshna apni beti ko aur zalil karna hai ya itna kafi hai.

Mummy – Saali, ko aaj yahin road par raat bitani hai. Meri pati ko apni choot di hai na, ab toh atte jaate awara logon se iski chudai karwayungi.

Aur aisa kehkar woh Pooja ko aur sharab pilate hai. Aur road par letakar uski aur chudai karte hai. Woh aur logon ko bula latte hai. Aur unhe sharab aur paise dekar Pooja ki choot phadne ko kehte.

Aur mummy ko andar lakar woh pole par bandh dete hai. Mummy ko idhar mamma aur unki doston chudia karte. Aur bahar meri behen road par apni chudai karwa rahi thi.

Pooja dekhti hai, kaise woh road par soyi hai, aur atta jaata har koi akar usse chod kar ja raha hai. Pooja ko ek ek kaar saare baratiyon ne chod liya tha. Gaon ke kuch piyakad log bhi aa gaye the.

Meri gori chitti nangi behen ko dekh sab uski jawani se apni pyass bhujatte hai. Band wale se lekar dhobi tak, yahan tak ki kuch jamadar aur bikhari ne bhi behen ki chuchiyon ko daba dabakar uski chudai karte hai.

Pooja ko waise hi nangi halat mein sab road par chod kar sone chale jate hai. Pooja khud ko aise bhikariyon se apni chudai ki video dekh ronne lagti hai. Aaj usse uski maa ne randi bana kar chudwaya tha.

Mummy – Kyun Pooja ab kyun rona? Ab toh yeah ghar hi ek randi khana ban jayega. Main roz humdono ke liye customer layungi, dono chudwa chudwa kar papa ki bank balance bhar denge.

Pooja – Sorry Maa, main apni galti samaj gayi.

Aur aisa kehkar woh apne room mein chali gayi. Mujhe bhi bura lag raha tha. Akhir Pooja ko aise itne sare awara logon se chudte dekh mujhe kharab lag raha tha. Pooja agle din hi hostel chali gayi.

Woh ab hostel mein rehkar agge ki phadayi karegi. Main bhi apne dost ke yahan chala gaya, aur wahan uske dukan par rehkar kaam karne laga.

Toh iss tarah apni behen ki pink panty ko dekh kar jo uski chudai ki suruwat hui thi, woh behen ki raat bahar road par sokar bitne par khatam hoti hai.

After that, everything stopped. No calls, no chats, no visits. I was angry—mad at her for pushing me away, mad at myself for going too far. I stayed home, worked, and kept quiet. She didn’t reach out either.

Days turned into a week, then more. I missed her—her laugh, her voice, even her shy looks. But I wasn’t going to call first. She’d made it clear where she stood.

Then, one evening, about two weeks later, my phone rang. It was Neha. I stared at it, heart jumping, but picked up. “Hello?” I said, voice flat.

“Sohail,” she said, softly, as if she wasn’t sure. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, short. “You?”

She went quiet for a second. “Can I come over? I need to talk.”

I didn’t want to say yes, but I did. “Fine. Come.” I hung up, wondering what she wanted now.

Half an hour later, she knocked. I opened the door, and there she was—simple kurta and pyjamas, no makeup, her fair skin still glowing. She looked tired, smaller somehow. My wife was out with friends, so it was just us. “Come in,” I said, stepping aside.

She walked in and sat on the couch, hands in her lap. “Sohail, I miss you,” she said, looking down. “Not like that—just as my friend. You’re gone, and I feel lonely.”

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You told me to leave. What changed?”

She paused, rubbing her hands together. “I was scared that day. We went too far, and I didn’t know what to do. But after, it’s been quiet. No one to talk to, laugh with. You’re my friend, Sohail. I don’t want to lose you.”

Her eyes were big honest, and it hit me—she really meant it. She wasn’t here for more, just for us to be okay again. I softened a little. “I miss you, too,” I said, sitting across from her. “But you know how I feel. It’s hard.”

She nodded slowly. “I know. I’m sorry I pushed you away like that. I just can’t be more than friends. My husband, my life—I’m happy there. But you’re special to me, Sohail. Can we go back? Please?”

I looked at her, that short, beautiful woman who drove me crazy without trying. She was lonely without me, and I was the same without her. “Okay,” I said, voice low. “Friends. But no more fighting, yeah?”

She smiled, small but real. “No more fighting.” She reached out, touched my hand quickly, and then pulled back. “Tell me something funny. Like before.”

I grinned, feeling lighter. “Alright. Yesterday, I tripped over the cat—almost broke my face.” She laughed, that sound I missed. We started talking again—easy, simple, like old times. But inside, I still wanted her. I’d keep it down, play the friend, but that fire wasn’t gone.

We sat there, back to talking like friends. “So,” Neha said, leaning back on the couch, “What’s new with you? Work still boring?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “Same old. You? Still solving math in your head?”

She laughed. “Always! Yesterday, I figured out the grocery bill faster than the shop guy. He was shocked.”

“Smart lady,” I said, nodding. “No wonder you’re my favourite friend.”

She smiled playfully. “Favourite, huh? Careful, I’ll tell your wife.”

I chuckled, then cracked up loud, thinking about that kiss. “Oh man, remember when we—haha—kissed? So funny now! And that black dot on the right side of your chest—I loved it, so beautiful.”

Her face went red, and she smacked my arm lightly. “Sohail! Don’t laugh about that! And what black dot?”

“You know,” I said, still grinning. “I saw it when we kissed. How many you got?”

She shook her head fast. “No, no, none!” Then she paused, smirking. “Okay, maybe a few. I don’t count. How many you got?”

“Me?” I said, laughing. “Three, I think. Want to see?” I tugged my shirt a little, teasing.

“No!” she shouted, giggling hard. “Put that away, you idiot!”

We both laughed out loud, falling back on the couch. “You’re impossible,” she said, wiping her eyes.

A few days later, we all got together at my place—me, my wife, Neha, and her husband. It was fun, everyone laughing and joking around. We sat in the living room, snacks on the table, music playing low.

My wife grinned at Neha’s husband. “So, you’re always busy with work, huh? Leave some time for Neha!”

He laughed, scratching his head. “I try! She’s the boss, though—keeps me in line.”

Neha rolled her eyes, smiling. “Yeah, right. He’s the one who forgets dinner half the time.”

I jumped in, teasing. “Hey, at least he’s got you to cook. My wife burns everything!”

My wife smacked my arm. “Liar! You eat it anyway.”

We all cracked up. Then I looked at Neha, grinning big. “But Neha, you’re my saali, right? Half my house is yours! When are you moving in to save me from her cooking?”

Neha’s husband laughed loudly. “Oh, take her! She’ll boss you around, too!”

Neha blushed, throwing a napkin to her husband. “Shut up! I’m not that bad!”

“Oh, you are,” I said, winking. “Last time you made chai, I had to drink it with a spoon—too much sugar!”

My wife giggled. “He’s right, Neha. You’re sweet, but that chai was sweeter!”

Neha fake-pouted. “Fine, no more chai for you all!”

I caught her eye across the room—she was in a blue kurta, fair skin glowing, looking so pretty. She smiled slightly, then looked away. I kept staring.

After a bit, she stood up. “I’ll get more chai,” she said, heading to the kitchen. I waited a second, then said, “Oh, I’ll grab some plates,” and followed her.

In the kitchen, she was pouring chai into cups. I came up behind her, close but not too much, and rubbed her waist light over her kurta—soft, warm through the fabric. “Looking pretty,” I said low, grinning.

She froze, then turned her head, blushing hard. “Sohail,” she whispered, smiling shyly. “Stop it.” But her eyes sparkled, and she didn’t push me away.

I laughed softly, pulled my hand back, and grabbed the plates. “Just saying,” I said, winking. Then I walked back out, heart beating fast, her smile stuck in my head.

A week later, we were going to a wedding. My wife, Neha, and I got there, all dressed up. I wore a kurta, looking good, but Neha—oh man, she was fire. She had on a red lehenga, shiny and tight, on her small, curvy body.

Her choli hugged her boobs with a low neck showing her white skin. The dupatta hung loose, and her waist peeked out, smooth, fair, with that perfect navel teasing me. She was too hot, like a dream.

My wife smiled at Neha. “Wow, Neha, you look so nice! Sohail, say something!”

I grinned, staring. “Neha, you’re too pretty. This lehenga—it’s killing me.”

She blushed, fixing her dupatta. “Stop it, both of you. It’s just clothes.”

“No,” I said, stepping close. “You shine. Your husband’s so lucky tonight.”

My wife nodded softly. “Yes, he should see you soon. You look good.”

Neha smiled shyly, hitting my arm. “Sohail, behave! And you,” she said to my wife, “don’t tease me too!”

We all laughed, but my eyes stayed on her. Her husband was still coming from the office. Then Neha touched her choli, frowning. “Oh no, I forgot my earrings at home. And this dress—it’s itchy.” She looked at my wife. “Can Sohail drive me back to get them? I need help.”

My wife paused, then nodded. “Okay, go quickly. Don’t be late.”

I smirked. “Come on, pretty girl.” Neha rolled her eyes but smiled.

We took my car, her lehenga shining next to me. Driving, I teased. “You look like the bride. I’d marry you right now.”

She laughed, pushing my arm. “Sohail, stop! You’re silly.”

“Silly?” I said, grinning. “You’re too hot. That choli—I can’t think straight.”

She turned red. “Drive, don’t talk!”

We got to her house, and she ran inside. “Wait here,” she said, going to her room. Then she called, “Sohail, come!”

I walked in—oh God, she stood there, choli off, bra unhooked, holding it up. Her back was bare, smooth like silk, glowing white. Her curves were perfect—small waist flaring out, soft skin begging to be touched.

Readers, imagine this: her body’s a dream, fair and creamy, every inch so hot it burns your eyes. “Neha,” I said softly, “you’re so beautiful. Don’t be shy—I’m here to help.”

She blushed, looking back. “Sohail, hook it, please.”

I stepped close, hands slow, touching her bra straps. “Relax,” I said, sliding one strap up and then down, playing a little. “This back—so smooth, so nice.” I kissed her back gently, lips warm on her skin. She shivered, breathing fast, but didn’t stop me.

I kissed again, higher, near her shoulder—soft, slow, tasting her. “You’re perfect,” I said, lips brushing her.

She sighed softly, head tilting a bit. I kept kissing her shoulder now, hot and wet, feeling her shake. “Turn around,” I said, voice low. “Let me see you.”

She turned slowly, her eyes big, and her bra slipped. Her boobs peeked out—round, full, so soft they bounced a little. I looked at her face—big eyes, red cheeks, lips so sweet. “Neha,” I said, romantic, “your face is my sky—too pretty, too mine.”

I kissed her forehead slowly, then her nose, then her cheeks—warm, soft. She closed her eyes, breathing hard. I moved to her neck—kissing deep, sucking slow, tongue sliding down. She moaned a little, so quietly. Then her collarbone—lips hot, tasting her skin.

I kissed her boobs—first one, then the other, slow and long. They were warm, soft like pillows, creamy white with dark tips peeking out. I kissed the tops, sucking light, feeling them move under my lips—round, heavy, so perfect. She grabbed my hair, holding it tight.

I knelt, lips on her stomach—smooth, flat, so fair. I kissed it slowly, then licked her navel—deep, wet, circling inside. She moaned louder, hands caressing my hair, pulling me close. Her body shook, hot and tempted.

“Sohail,” she said weakly, “stop, friends, we can’t cross.”

I stopped fast, looking up. “Your wish is my command,” I said softly, smiling. “You say stop, I stop.”

She panted, holding her bra, eyes confused. I stood, still close. “Neha, we’re friends, yeah? Like last time, you pushed me, and I stopped. Trust me. Just one hug, like before?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Please,” I said softly. “Just a hug. You’re too special.”

She looked at me, then nodded slowly. “Yes.”

I grinned. “Take my t-shirt off—like a friend.” She smiled slightly, hands on my shirt, pulling it up slowly, no fight. My chest felt fit, hard, and my heart was pumping fast. She stared, blushing.

I stepped in and hugged her tight—her bra was still on but loose. She hugged back, hands on my back, caressing slowly, fingers digging in. Her hair brushed my face, and she rubbed my head, soft and close. I kissed her neck again—slow, wet, sucking hard. “You feel so good,” I said, lips on her skin. “So warm.”

She moaned quietly, pressing closer. “Sohail, your chest is so hard,” she said, hands sliding up.

“Yeah?” I said, grinning. “You like it? Feel me more.” I kissed her shoulder, hot and deep.

“Mmm,” she moaned, fingers tight on my back. “Too close, too nice.”

“You’re so soft,” I said, hands on her waist. “This body—I can’t stop touching.”

She sighed, hot. “Sohail, you’re too warm, too good.”

I slid my hands up her back, slow and hot. “Neha, this bra—it’s too much, yeah?” She moaned softly, nodding a little. “Take it off?” I asked, my voice low.

“Yes,” she said, shaky and lost in me. I unhooked it slowly, pulling it down and talking softly. “Let me feel you,” I said, “so perfect.” Her bra fell, and her boobs hit my chest—bare, warm, so soft and full. I groaned, grabbing her tight, round, heavy nipples hard against me, pressing in.

“Oh God, Neha,” I said, voice rough, “these boobs—they’re everything. So good.”

She moaned louder, “Sohail, mmm,” hands all over me, rubbing my back hard. “You’re so strong, so hot,” she said, pressing tighter.

My dick got hard, pushing against her through my pants. She felt it, her body close, moaning softly. “Neha,” I said, kissing her neck wildly, “you feel that? You do this to me.”

She gasped, “Sohail, oh,” her hands slid down, and she felt me shake.

Then my phone rang—my wife. Neha jumped, pulling back fast. “Oh no!” She grabbed her bra quickly, covering up. I couldn’t see her boobs again. “Put this, now!” she said strictly.

I hooked it fast, feeling her shake. “Done,” I said, laughing. She coughed loudly, eyes flicking down to my hardness, then away quickly. “Oops,” I said, grinning. “Guess you felt that too!”

She blushed hard, fixing her lehenga and smiling a little. “Sohail! You’re awful!”

“Awful?” I said, winking. “You hugged me like that! Bet I can walk funny at the wedding now.”

She laughed, red-faced, shaking her head. “Shut up! Let’s go, you madman.”

We got back to the wedding, still laughing about the car. The place was loud—music, people dancing—but I couldn’t stop looking at Neha. Her red lehenga glowed under the lights, her skin so fair, her boobs still perfect in that choli. She caught me staring, blushed, and looked away.

Later, we ended up at the food table, a bit away from the crowd. I leaned close, grinning. “That hug, Neha, still feeling you on me.”

She turned red, smiling slightly. “Sohail, stop! It was just a moment.”

“Yeah?” I said, voice low. “A good one. You liked it, didn’t you?”She paused, then said softly, “Maybe a little. But we’re friends.”

“Best friends,” I said, stepping closer. “You’re too pretty tonight—I can’t help it.” I brushed her hair back slowly, fingers touching her cheek. Her skin was warm and soft, and she didn’t move away. “Feel that?” I asked, my eyes on hers.

She breathed fast, nodding a little. “Sohail, don’t.”

“Just this,” I said, taking her hand and holding it lightly. “You’re my favourite secret.” She smiled shyly, squeezing my hand back for a second before letting go.

“Friends,” she said again, but her eyes were soft, not mad.

“Always,” I said, winking. “But I’ll dream about that hug.”

She laughed quietly, shaking her head. “You’re trouble.”

A few days after the wedding, I went to Neha’s house to meet her husband. We sat in the living room, talking business, some plan about his work. Neha was there, too, listening quietly. Looking pretty in a long black robe, loose and full, but I knew something soft was under it.

Her fair skin peeked out at her neck, her hair down, making me stare.

Then his laptop rang—an office call. He sighed. “Sorry, Sohail, I need to take this. Important.” He grabbed it and stood up.

I nodded. “No problem. Finish it. I’ll be with Neha till then.”

He gave a thumbs-up, smiling, and walked to the balcony, already talking. I got up, heart beating fast, and went to her bedroom. She was there, lying on the bed, legs stretched out, watching reels on her phone.

Her robe was open a bit—under it, a sleeveless nightie, thin and tight, hugging her boobs, showing their shape—round, full, so hot. Her arms were bare, her fair skin glowing, and the robe was hiding just enough to tease me wild.

Readers, picture this: her body’s a secret fire, curves soft and smooth, pulling you in.

I sat on the bed, slowly, and touched her foot—warm, small, so soft. “Hey,” I said, grinning, dragging my hand up her leg, over the robe, feeling her heat, stopping at her thigh. “What are you doing?”

She jumped, eyes wide, then smiled shakily. “Sohail! Just reels. What are you doing here?”

I slid my hand higher, pushing the robe open a bit, fingers on her nightie now, thin, clinging to her skin. “Came to see you,” I said, voice low, rubbing her thigh slowly. “You look too good like this.”

She breathed fast, voice trembling. “Sohail, he’s right outside!”

“I know,” I said, grinning, leaning closer. “Makes it fun.” I stood, moved to her wardrobe by the bed, and opened it slowly—her clothes inside, all soft and hers. I turned back, hand sliding under the robe’s edge, touching her bare waist—smooth, warm, so fair it burned me.

“This skin,” I said, fingers trailing up, “so soft, Neha. Too much.”

She gasped, sitting up a bit. “Sohail, stop, he’ll hear us!”

“He won’t,” I whispered, hand moving higher, brushing the side of her nightie, feeling her curve under her boob. “You’re shaking—scared or liking it?” My fingers slid up, grazing her boob over the fabric—round, warm, so full. I pressed the light, feeling it move.

She moaned softly, voice shaky. “Sohail, don’t, it’s too much!”

“Too much?” I said, hand staying there, thumb rubbing slowly over her nightie, feeling her nipple harden under it. “You’re too perfect—can’t stop.” I leaned in, my other hand on her neck, pulling her close, my breath on her face. Her boobs pressed the nightie tight, begging me to touch more.

She panted, eyes big with fear and heat. “Sohail, please, he’s so close we can’t!”

“Just this,” I said, hand sliding higher, cupping her boob full now—soft, heavy, so hot through the thin cloth. “Feel me?” I squeezed light, feeling her shake harder. “You’re my secret, Neha.”

She moaned again, loud enough to scare her, then whispered fast, “Sohail, it feels good, but no, he’ll come in!”

I grinned, hand still on her boob, pressing slowly. “Let him talk. I’ve got you.” I slid my other hand down her back, pulling her closer, her chest almost on mine.

“This nightie,” I said, voice rough, “shows everything—your boobs, so round, so mine right now.” I squeezed again, thumb circling her nipple, feeling it poke through.

She groaned, shaky, hands grabbing my arms. “Sohail, oh God, it’s too good, but stop, please!”

“Stop?” I said, soft, kissing her neck quickly—hot, wet, tasting her. “You sure? You’re burning me up.”

“Yes,” she said, voice weak but firm, pushing my hands off. “Friends, we’re friends. He’s there!”

I pulled back slowly, smiling. “Okay, friends. You say stop. I stop—always.” I sat back, hands up, heart still racing. “You’re too hard to resist, though.”

She panted, fixing her robe quickly, her face red. “You’re dangerous. Too dangerous.”

“Only with you,” I said, winking. “He’s lucky he’s got you—and not me.”

She laughed softly, nervously, glancing at the door. “Go back before he finishes.”

I stood, grinning. “Fine. But I’ll dream about this—your skin, that moan.”

She shook her head, smiling slightly. “Sohail, go! You’re too much.”

“Always,” I said, walking out, still feeling her boob in my hand, her voice in my ears.

A few days later, we were working from home at her place. Her husband was gone. We were just in the living room, laptops open, but we were laughing more than working. Our legs rubbed under the table, slow and warm, like new lovers testing the water.

I grinned, nudging her foot. “You’re making it hard to focus, Neha.”

She smiled, pushing back the light. “You’re the one playing, Sohail.”

I leaned in, voice soft. “Wear that black saree today? You look amazing in it.”

She blushed, then nodded. “Okay for you.” She came back in it—black, thin, flowing over her body. The blouse showed her cleavage a little—boobs round and tempting, peeking out. Her waist was nude—smooth, fair, navel deep and gorgeous. She didn’t cover much, pallu loose, teasing my eyes.

We kept working, brushing our legs and laughing softly. Then the rain hit hard, pounding the windows. I looked out, then at her, smiling. “Let’s go get wet.”

She shook her head, serious. “No, Sohail, I’ve got work.”

I stood, taking her hand. “Come on, just a minute.” She pulled back, unsure. “You’re crazy,” she said, but I tugged gently, teasing, “Live a little with me.” She sighed, half-smiling, letting me lead her to the roof. Her house was hidden—no one could see us.

Rain soaked us slowly at first, then fast. She gasped, “Sohail!” then laughed shyly, stepping back. Her saree stuck to her—blouse tight on her boobs, petticoat hugging her hips, water dripping down her fair skin. She looked stunning—curves soft, waist nude and glowing, navel shining.

“Neha,” I said, staring, “you’re so beautiful, wet—look at you.”

She blushed, crossing her arms. “Don’t look like that,” she smiled, stepping closer, rain dripping off her.

I held out my hand. “Dance with me?” She hesitated, then took it, unsure. My hand went to her nude waist—soft, warm under the wet saree, her gorgeous curves melting me. She put her hand on my shoulder, and we swayed slowly, rain falling. “This is nice,” she said, voice shaky, eyes on mine.

“More than nice,” I said, pulling her closer, my wet shirt brushing her. “You’re too good to look at—those boobs, that nude waist, damn.” She blushed deeper, not moving away.

I slid my hand to her pallu, slowly. “Let me see more,” I said, tugging gently. She gasped, “Sohail,” but didn’t stop me. She stepped back, and the saree unrolled—falling in my hand. She stood there, blouse and petticoat, soaked, boobs pushing out, nude waist gleaming.

“Neha,” I said, voice low, “this nude waist—so sexy, these gorgeous curves and that navel, so deep, so damn hot.” I stepped close, hugging her soft, my chest to her wet blouse.

She whispered, “Sohail, you’re too much,” hands on my arms, unsure but warm.

I held her face, looking deep. “Can’t hold back,” I said, kissing her lips—slow at first, then hard, wet, tongues touching. She moaned softly, kissing back reluctantly, hands gripping my shirt. “Sohail,” she mumbled, “you’re so nice.”

“Neha,” I said, pulling back, “should I take this blouse off?” My hands went to the hooks, brushing them.

She shook her head fast. “No, we can’t!” But when my fingers undid one hook, then two, she didn’t stop me; she just breathed hard, eyes confused. I dropped it, her bra showing—black, tight, boobs full. “This nude waist,” I said, tracing her skin, “so smooth, these curves—so fucking gorgeous.”

I knelt, kissing her navel, warm, wet from the rain. I sucked it slowly, licking deep, rainwater pooling in it, sticking my finger in, swirling softly. She moaned, hands in my hair, shaky.

I rubbed her boobs over her bra—soft, round—while sucking harder, tasting her navel, sucking rain off it. “This navel,” I said, lips on it, “so hot, Neha so tasty.” She gasped, moaning louder, “Sohail, oh.”

I stood, hands on her bra, struggling to unhook it. “Let me see you,” I said, tugging. She grabbed my hands, “No, please,” her voice soft but firm. I nodded, “Okay, okay,” kissing her neck instead.

I laid her down slowly on the wet floor, kissing her body—shoulders, chest over the bra, stomach, sucking her navel again, licking rain off it. She moaned, “Sohail, so good.”

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Hi, this is Harsha. I am 29 years old, working in an MNC and living in Hyderabad.

I am here to share a story about my girl best friend, Swathi, a married woman. She got married last year, and unfortunately, she moved to a different city with her husband and in-laws.

Swathi has a great figure. She’s also 29, with a 34-28-34 figure. We used to work together in my initial days at the company. I slowly developed a sexual crush on her; especially, after she started posting her married pictures and videos on social media. She also began talking to me in a romantic way over the phone and texts. I would often flirt with her, and I badly wanted to have sex with her in every way possible. I would tell her this many times, and she would blush. We tried to meet up for a hookup several times, but it never worked out since her in-laws were always at home, and she couldn’t leave.

One day, she told me that she and her husband were coming to my town for some work at the register office. I begged her to meet me if she had time. On a rainy Saturday morning around 7 AM, I got a call from her. I answered, and she said they were in my town, but their car had broken down, and they needed help. I immediately went to the location on my bike, where she and her husband were waiting for assistance. They were standing under a shed to protect themselves from the rain.

She was wearing a beautiful pink saree with a golden-colored blouse, slightly drenched from the rain. She looked like a sexy, hot bomb in that pink saree. She introduced me to her husband, and we shook hands, discussing the car breakdown issue.

I suggested that, since it was raining and no mechanic would be available in the morning hours, her husband should take my bike for their work. However, her husband insisted on calling a mechanic if I knew anyone. I called a mechanic I used to take my bike to for servicing. He came with his assistant after 15-20 minutes and inspected the car. He said the car needed to be taken to the garage for a detailed inspection and would take at least 2-3 days to fix the issue, as he had many cars and bikes to work on.

After discussing with the mechanic, Swathi’s husband agreed to send the car to the mechanic’s garage, and the mechanic made arrangements to take the car to his garage. Swathi’s husband asked me if I could accompany Swathi for a few hours. He said he would go alone and complete his work at the register office on my bike, since it was raining. I was overjoyed and said sure.

As soon as he left us, I looked around the place. It was a city outskirts area, and I made sure Swathi’s husband was gone. I looked at Swathi, and we exchanged smiles. I hugged her tightly and tried to kiss her, but she resisted, saying not to do it in an open place. I searched for a room or a secluded spot, but there was nothing. So, I called my friend to bring his car and come to the location where I was.

After some time, he arrived, and we both got into the car. I asked my friend to hand over the car to me, and I dropped him at his place, taking the car with me and Swathi inside. We went to my apartment by 8:30 AM. I live in a shared flat with a dedicated room for me. I made sure my flatmates were still sleeping. I slowly opened the main door and took Swathi inside my room, locking the door behind us.

I asked if she had breakfast, and she replied that she hadn’t. So, I ordered breakfast, and in the meantime, I was praising her beauty, holding her hand, and asking if I could have sex with her now that we had full privacy. She blushed and didn’t answer. I took it as a positive sign and proceeded to kiss her lips. Those were amazing lips, and I kissed her for 5 minutes; she smelled crazy.

I hugged her and kissed her lips, feeling her blouse and bra inside. I slowly moved my hands towards her breasts and squeezed them gently. They were very soft and firm. I removed the pin that she used to support her pallu, and her pallu fell down. I gazed at her big, ripened breasts with her blouse on and her mangalsutra. I kissed her cleavage.

Swathi wears her saree above her navel, so I couldn’t see her navel. I adjusted her saree below her navel and gently bit her breasts over her blouse, playing with them. Then, I went to her navel and licked and kissed it. I asked her to stand up and removed her saree. She was wearing a black petticoat; I untied its knot as well, removing the petticoat. Now, Swathi was in her blouse and black panty before my hungry eyes. I licked her white thighs and kept pressing her breasts. She was already wet from my actions. I licked her pussy over her panty and tried to remove her panty. Swathi held my hand and told me to be gentle and smooth.

I removed her panty, and her pussy was clean-shaven. I slowly rubbed my fingers on her vagina, and she started to utter slow moans. After 5 minutes of rubbing, her pussy was ready with her juices. I removed my pants and Jockey boxers, getting ready to enter her.

Swathi saw my fully erected dick and said to be slow again. I asked her to blow my dick, which she didn’t accept to do. I went up to her and kissed her lips while pressing her breasts over her blouse. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it while we were kissing. Her black bra and white skin were heaven to look at. We continued kissing, and I unbuttoned her bra as well, making her completely nude.

I broke the kiss and started to kiss and squeeze her big, white breasts. I bit her dark brown nipples, and she moaned, saying to be soft. She was looking damn sexy with her mangalsutra between her breasts and sindhoor on her forehead. I couldn’t wait any longer and went up to her lips again, kissing her hard. With my hand, I slowly held my dick and guided it towards her pussy.

I slowly entered her pussy, and it gave her a jerk in her body. She stopped me and broke the kiss, saying to wear a condom. But I didn’t have one at that time. So, I said the same, requesting Swathi not to stop now and promising to get her some pills after the session. She didn’t stop me, and I again kissed her, squeezed her breasts, and then started to enter her pussy slowly. My dick was half inside her, and she was panting heavily while moaning.

To stop her from moaning, I continued kissing her lips and used more force to insert my dick completely into her pussy. I raised my hip and pushed my dick with force into Swathi’s pussy. She broke the lip kiss and screamed a bit louder. I didn’t bother about the scream and slowly started to stroke her pussy in and out. Swathi was moaning heavily in pain, and tears rolled down her eyes.

I kept saying that I was doing it slowly and told her to relax. After some 10 minutes of stroking her pussy in and out, I was about to cum. I stopped stroking so I could hold my cum and took my right hand down to her pussy, with my dick inside, and started to rub her clitoris. Swathi was moaning and crying. I rubbed her clitoris for some 3-5 minutes, and then I observed her; she was about to reach her orgasm.

I started to stroke her again, and she couldn’t hold her orgasm, trying to push me away. But I held her both hands and continued to stroke. Within a minute or two, she reached her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, moaning and crying. But I didn’t let her loose and continued my strokes. Wishing for 5 minutes, I was about to cum, and I moved my hands to her hip, starting to stroke faster, and cummed inside her.

Swathi was already collapsed on the bed, and I relaxed on her after cumming in her pussy. After 2-3 minutes, I moved from her and got up to relax and have some water. I stood and saw her pussy was red with blood. I was shocked and asked her why there was blood; I asked if she was on her period. She didn’t answer and was just relaxing on the bed. After some time and repeated asking, she said she was still a virgin. So, apparently nothing had happened between her and her husband, as there were no good days based on their astrology for their first night. The elders advised them not to get close during those days.

I was overjoyed and hugged Swathi in excitement, having sex and breaking her virginity. I gave her some time to relax and get used to the situation. In the meantime, the delivery boy called me with the breakfast. I went out, picked up the breakfast, and came back to the room, locking the door. I placed the breakfast on the table and went to Swathi, asking her how she was. She answered that she was okay but had some pain in her pussy.

I asked her to get up and have some food. I helped her get up, and she walked towards the washroom. She freshened up, washed her pussy and face, and came out. I saw her walking nude, with her mangalsutra hanging between her breasts and her wet body with water. I was hard again, but I controlled myself. After that, we both had breakfast, still nude. After breakfast, I asked Swathi if she was okay now. She said she wanted to sleep for some time, and we both slept for a while.

It was around 11:30 AM when Swathi’s phone rang, and we both woke up due to the phone ringing sound. It was her husband. She answered the call and spoke to him for some time. Swathi said her husband was coming back, and the work was not completed, as the officer asked him to come another day. He asked her to come to the bus stand so they could go to their place by bus. I thanked God that Swathi might come again.

Swathi got up from the bed and started to wear her bra and panty. I asked her how much time her husband would take to come to the bus stand. She said he would come in 1 hour. After looking at Swathi in her bra and panty, I wanted to have sex with her again. I went up to her and stopped her from wearing her petticoat, kissing her lips and starting to press her breasts. Swathi pushed me away, saying enough, and that she had to go now.

I said we had one hour, and not to worry, and convinced her for one more round. She didn’t listen, but I held her both hands and pinned her to the wall, smooching her lips. Then, I buckled her bra and removed her panty. I lifted her and held her to the wall; her legs were around my waist, and her back was towards the wall. I was holding her in the air, and I had sex with her like that for some time. This time, she didn’t cry, and was just moaning with medium breathing. After some 5 minutes of having sex with wall support, I took her to the bed and continued. We both reached our climax, and I cummed inside her again. This time, there was not much blood – just some traces.

After 5 minutes of relaxation, Swathi went to the washroom again, cleaned herself, and came out, starting to dress. Her husband called her again, saying he was coming to the bus stand in 30 minutes and asking her to come there. Swathi wore all her clothes, and I was still nude. Swathi asked me to dress up and drop her at the city bus stand, as her husband was coming there directly. I got up and dressed, not willing to send Swathi so soon.

I said the same to her, to which she replied naughtily, saying she had to go. Swathi got completely dressed up, applied some cream and powder on her face, standing in front of the mirror. I was hard again, seeing her. I went and hugged her from behind. She pushed me, saying let’s go. But I hugged her tightly again. Swathi was requesting me that her husband would come before us, and it wouldn’t be good to keep him waiting.

I asked her to give me a quick blowjob, and then we would start for sure. But Swathi said she didn’t like blowjobs and hadn’t tried it before. I said not to worry, and I would guide her. But she didn’t accept. So, I also sat on the bed, not starting to go out to drop her. At last, she accepted, and I asked her to kneel down and sit. Swathi adjusted her saree and sat, kneeling down. I pulled my track pant and underwear down and kept my dick in her mouth.

At first, she choked and moved my dick out of her mouth, spitting her saliva. Then, I held her head, and kept my entire dick in her mouth. Swathi was choking and trying to move out, but I held her head firmly and stroked slowly. She was choking, and her saliva was dripping from the sides of her mouth. I continued and cummed again in her mouth, taking my dick out. Swathi spat all the cum and her saliva on the floor and went to wash her mouth.

We left my room in the car, got some pills for her on the road, and dropped her at the bus stand. Her husband came in 5 minutes after we arrived, and they both left. From then on, I got the chance to meet Swathi many times, as she came to my hometown for her husband’s work, and I used to have sex with her a lot.

Later, I moved to Swathi’s city and explored my sexual things with her, and even more. She shared her new sex experiences with her new friends, which I will share in the next part.

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