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I am Neha from India, a 28-year-old brown girl. I work as an office accountant with a 34D-28-34 figure. I am 5 ‘8 tall, 65 kg weight, broad shoulder figure with thick back and thigh muscles due to 5 years of gym training. I have a light brown skin tone with curly hair.

2 years back, I started working under Mithila mam. There, we came close and explored our fantasies. She was a bisexual 52-year-old, full-figured woman. She was the VC of the zone, and we were in an intimate relationship for the last 2 years.

I was submissive to her and was more interested in bondage, teasing and domination. She sometimes used to perform her work on me. Later, she told me about Dan, who was her slave, an old college professor. She asked me to meet him for more exploration and fun.

My heart started pounding when Mithila Mam told me that her boyfriend, Dan, would be present tonight to fulfil my fantasy. I had never met or seen Dan, so I was excited and nervous about this. But Mithila comforted me.

She said that it would be a good and respectful session and that I should only go according to my liking and desires. She knew a lot about me. As I had full faith in Mithila mam, I agreed to it.

On the weekend, I came to her home. I was wearing a leather jacket with black high heels, a black latex corset with a separate black bra and a thong with loose pants.

Dan came and we talked. He was a 65-year-old Anglo-Indian college professor. He was a good-looking, mature man with 5 ‘7 height and a broad frame. He was wearing a three-piece suit.

There, in front of Mithila, we discussed my fantasies for the session, pain, and pleasure acts with the safeword. Listening to all that erotic talk made me feel hot.

We all went to the basement. I have never seen that room. Mithila opened the door lock, and we entered. It was a cold and dark place. Mithila opened the lights.

It was a small room with a steel pole in a T shape, an iron bench fixed to the ground, an iron almirah and some hooks on the wall. Don’t know how long Mithila used that room for her fun, but now it was my time.

Mithila told me, “I have kept this room separate for Dan’s punishment. Tonight, it’s your turn. Shall we start?” she asked.

We all agreed.

“You can take off your jacket and pants and keep wearing heels,” Mithila said.

I took them off, and Mithila put them in almirah. Standing in a bra, corset and lace thong in front of that old man, I was feeling shy. She sat on the old iron bench.

“Wow, she’s a sexy, muscled babe.” Dan’s eyes scanned me.

Dan came close to me and rubbed my thigh and waist.

“Yes, she looks very sexy,” Mithila replied.

“Umm,  sexy babe, beautiful girl with muscles looks really tough,” he told Mithila.

She smiled.

“How long have you been working out?” He rubbed and pressed my back and shoulder muscles.

“7 years.”

“Dan, what are you wearing beneath this suit?” Mithila interrupted.

“Your favourite latex thong, madam.” Dan stopped and replied

“Then strip down to it.” She winked at me.

I never thought he would do the session wearing only a thong. It was not discussed and came as a shock.

“Yes, Madam.” He immediately stripped, took off his suit and stood before Mithila. A white man with a big butt in a cute little latex thong was a hot view.

She lifted her foot and hit it on Dan’s crotch. Dan shivered.

“You are here to punish her, not for your sexual pleasure. It should be, as per my details, fully professional. understood?”

“Yes, madam.”

“Show your bum to me.”

He turned, and she spanked him hard. The entire room echoed.

“Thank you, madam,” Dan said.

Then she waved to start and sat again. He asked me to grab the T-bar of the pole with both hands. I was standing facing Mithila. She was smiling as I was about to start my new journey. Dan inspected my body and rubbed my ass.

“Darling, You have gorgeous ass and thighs. Ever spanked before?”

“Yes.”

His hand moved under my underarms, grabbed my neck, and spanked me on my left bum.

“Yes?” he said strictly.

“Yes, Sir”

“Better. It should always be like that, my hottie.”

His big belly was touching my back. Standing so close to a nude man, my heart was racing with fear. Now, the pain of spanking was mixed, but with Mithila, it was safe for me. His hand pressed on my neck. He whispered in my ear.

So, 10 spanks for each cheek, and you’ll count. Understood?

He gently held and pressed my neck.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“I’ll punish your sexy, tough ass. You’ve been a naughty girl.”

“Yes, Sir, Please Punish me. I am a naughty, bad girl.”

“Are you a slutty girl?”

“Yes, Sir, I am,” I yelled.

“Hehe…” he chuckled.

He started spanking my hips, and I started the count. With alternating spanks on each cheek, his power increased every time. While switching hands from one cheek to another, he left no chance to humiliate me. For a very short time, his finger continuously rubbed on my butthole.

Mithila had no idea what he was doing to me. Due to his position, she couldn’t notice his hand sliding between butt cheeks and doing dirty. It was a little embarrassing, but I liked that weird quivering as he did it. I didn’t want to reveal his secret act.

I continued my counting, and soon, my voice shivered. As he progressed, I could feel the pain. After 5 minutes, I felt a burning sensation on my skin. As I ended the counting, he pressed again on my neck.

“Naughty Girl, did you like spanking ?” He asked as he smartly shifted his spanking hand between my ass crack and pressed his finger on the butthole.

“Yes, sir.” This time, I answered with a shiver. I felt his finger pressure would soon penetrate my anus sphincter.

“Oh, get ready to be spanked by a leather whip.” he left me with a press on my butthole. He was teasing me silently, smartly keeping his owner unaware. He took a leather whip and whipped me on my thighs, maybe to make me understand its hardness.

“Alright, show your bum to the boss.”

I turned my ass to her.

“Looks Good. Dan, strip off her bra and undies. Leave her corset on,” Mithila yelled.

Dan unhooked my bra, took it off and took down my thong to the heels. While he was taking off my thong, he stared at my bald pussy.

“Umm, lovely shaved pussy,” he muttered.

He collected them and placed them in the almirah. He came close to me and whispered, “Naughty Girl, now you are in the final round.”

So Dan walked behind me and tied my wrists upside down to the T-shaped bar of the steel pole.

“Wow, she looks fucking sexy naked in corsets and heels.” He whispered to me.

I was tied up wearing nothing except these two. My pussy felt the cold air of the room and corset back threads dangling between my ass cheeks. He came close, held my neck, almost hugging me, he whispered in my ear. He was very close, and I felt his belly on my butt.

“Ever tied nude before?” he whispered again, brushing his finger on my anus.

“No, Sir.”

Pressuring my neck and rubbing his hand on my back, he asked. “How does it feel to be nude in front of a strange old man?”

“I feel ashamed and embarrassed,” I replied, looking at Mithila. She smiled, unaware of the fact Dan’s other hand slipped on my butthole. A weird sensation ran through as he did it.

“Ya, you should be, but you look so hot and slutty.” Dan whispered in my ear and spanked me.

After spanking while talking to me at the same time, he quietly shifted his hand inward between my butt cheeks and rubbed his finger on my butthole.

“Nice hot ass.” He murmured.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He walked behind me and held my boobs.

“Can’t ignore these gorgeous sets of titties. What size are they?”

“34D, sir.”

He took some oil in both his hands and caressed, massaged my boobs and pulled my nipples gently. His thick fingers felt really good there.

“She is excited, erect nipples, uff,” he looked at Mithila.

He twisted my hard nipples, and I moaned. He kept doing it to both nipples. It felt like a good pleasure soon. I was panting heavily. Sometimes, his finger brushed nipples, twisting and pinching. Soon along with my body, my pussy was radiating heat.

“Do you like to get your nipples sucked?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, your nipples are big and erect, quite suckable, but today it is not happening. Time to decorate your nipples with some hot jewellery.”

He walked to his bag and took some black Nip clamps. They were black golf balls of some weight and a gag ball. He pulled my nipple and slid the clamp over it. The weighted nipple clamp generated sharp pain, and I shouted.

I screamed, but behind my gag, it was all meaningless.

“Ah, FUCK.”

But a sudden pull of my ponytail and a tight spank shocked me. Still, I felt the pain in my other nipple as he humiliated me. She gently slapped me and said in a strict tone, “No FUCK…say Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Another clamp, I shouted and thanked him when the clamp hit, followed by the same spanking treatment. I tried to look at my poor nipple pulled down with those black weighted balls.

Dan told me to breathe slowly and long so that I could relax. It worked to regain my senses.

“Wow, she looks divinely hot.” I heard Mithila’s words.

“Can I take some pics from your phone?”

I nodded. She realised my purse was upstairs, so she went to pick up my phone.

“Ok, I am going to get her phone. No cheating, Dan.”

She went upstairs, leaving me alone with him. Now I knew I was in trouble. Dan asked me something unexpected, and I was shocked to hear it.

I was caught off guard, not expecting her to bring this up now. Sensing my discomfort, Bhabhi assured me, “I won’t be mad, Sonu, but I need you to be honest with me.”

“I’m sorry, Bhabhi. I couldn’t help myself,” I replied, hanging my head down in shame.

Bhabhi: Oh god, so Bunty was telling the truth all along. I rudely asked him to leave, thinking he was lying, but he was trying to protect me. And what if he tells others about what you did? What if it was your Bhaiya who found my panties under your bed? How could you be so reckless, Sonu?

“I’m so sorry to have put you in this spot, Bhabhi,” I mumbled.

Bhabhi: Sorry, I won’t cut it, Sonu. You have to apologise for calling him a liar the next time we see him, and so do I for rudely asking him to leave. Anyway, the new caretaker he has arranged for is coming in the morning. You should sleep now.

The next morning, I was woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. Realising it must be the new caretaker, I rushed to Bhabhi’s room. I quickly dressed her before we both headed down to greet the new caretaker. I opened the door, and standing in front of us wasn’t the caretaker but Bhaiya himself.

Bhaiya yelled, “SURPRISE!” with a big grin on his face as he rushed towards Bhabhi and hugged her dearly. “I know I wasn’t supposed to return till tomorrow, but I wanted to surprise you, Sheetal,” said Bhaiya while still embracing Bhabhi.

Bhabhi was unable to hug him back, but her shock soon subsided. She welcomed him, saying, “This is the best surprise ever, Raj. I am so happy to have you back finally.”

I touched Bhaiya’s feet, and he gave me his blessings. He hugged me as well.

Bhaiya: Sonu, I have put you through a lot, burdening you with so much while I was away, but no more. Look who I have brought with me.

Standing behind Bhaiya was a slim, petite lady in glasses. She smiled at us and said, “Hi, Didi, hi Bhaiya. I am Seema.”

Bhaiya: Seema will be your new caretaker from now on, Sheetal. Come, let’s go inside, and I’ll introduce you to Seema properly.

We all headed inside and sat on the sofa.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, Seema is a certified personal care assistant. She was taking care of Bunty’s mother, who suffered from prolonged back pain. However, his mother is better now and no longer requires care. Bunty himself called me to let me know Seema was looking for work and got me in touch with her.

Bhabhi: What?! Bunty arranged all this?

Bhaiya: Yes Sheetal. We owe him a huge favour for helping us. It’s difficult times like these that show who our true friends are.

Bhabhi went silent. Her posture slumped, and her face tensed up as if something was deeply troubling her.

Bhaiya: What happened, Sheetal? Is something wrong?

Bhabhi exhaled deeply and said, “I am so angry and ashamed of myself, Raj.”

Bhaiya: Ashamed? Why Sheetal? What happened?

Bhabhi: Because I made a grave mistake in misjudging Bunty. I have always thought of him as a self-centred, annoying goofball. I have always been somewhat cold and unfriendly, even rude towards him at times, making fun of his short, stocky frame.

Bhabhi: But his selfless, kind-hearted gesture has proven me so very wrong, Raj. I deeply regret my unkind behaviour towards him.

Bhaiya: Don’t be so hard on yourself, Sheetal. When the time is right, I am sure you will figure out a way to show him how grateful you are.

How could Bhabhi be so naive? Did she forget that just yesterday, he had tried to take advantage of her vulnerable situation? Did she forget how her body involuntarily responded with arousal? She felt Bunty’s erection grind against her plump butt.

His hands held onto her melons from over her clothes. So aroused, in fact, that had I not intervened. He was moments away from pulling down her shorts to see and explore her privates.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, let’s get ready and head over to your parents’ house. I am dying to see my little angel. We’ll spend most of the day there, go to the temple, and get God’s blessings.

I took Bhaiya and Seema’s luggage to their rooms. Seema’s room was right next to theirs so that she could be close to Bhabhi. In one of Seema’s bags, I noticed an electronic breast pump. I was impressed that she had come prepared. She was truly a professional.

They all freshened up and left for Bhabhi’s parent’s house and returned around 11 pm. Bhaiya handed me some food he had brought back and said they already had dinner outside.

Bhaiya: OK, Sonu. It’s been a long day. Your Bhabhi and I are tired. We should get some sleep now.

Sleep was the last thing on their minds. He had waited a long time for this and couldn’t wait to take Bhabhi inside to strip her nude and fuck her senseless. Bhabhi’s wait was finally over as well. Tonight, after a long torturous wait, Bhabhi would finally get the fucking she desperately needed.

Bhaiya and Bhabhi went to their room and closed the door. I sat there on the dining table, with food in front of me, but I had no desire to eat. Feelings of jealousy and sadness consumed me, wishing I was the one in Bhabhi’s room instead of Bhaiya. Seema sat on the dining table to give me company.

Seema: What happened, Bhaiya? You didn’t eat anything.

Although Seema was older than me and close to Bhabhi’s age, she insisted on calling me Bhaiya. The contrast between them was jarring, with the only similarity being that she was just as fair as Bhabhi. Seema was considerably shorter and as slim and petite as they come.

She had medium c-cup perky tits and a cute little butt, in contrast to Bhabhi’s assets. I found her very hot. I would have liked nothing more than to take her to my room and fuck her to take my mind off Bhabhi. But I couldn’t make any advances as she was engaged. I couldn’t risk her telling others.

Me: It’s nothing, Seema, don’t worry. It’s just been a long day.

Seema: Bhaiya, I know it must be difficult for you to let go after having single-handedly taken care of Bhabhi for the last few weeks.

Me: Not at all, Seema. I’m overjoyed that you and Bhaiya are here now to take care of Bhabhi.

Seema: You say you’re overjoyed, but your expressions betray you. Bhaiya, it’s only natural to get close to someone when you spend so much time alone with them and taking care of them.

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to say, Seema,” I said. I was getting worried that Seema knew or suspected more than she was letting on.

“Nothing, Bhaiya. I want you to know that I understand your plight,” said Seema as she placed her hand on my bare thigh.

Her touch was electrifying. I was hoping for her hand to creep up into my shorts and feel my now-erect manhood. But it never happened, and she promptly moved her hand away.

We made idle chit-chat for a bit when suddenly, Bhaiya came out of their room looking flustered and somewhat upset. He headed straight to the living room without looking at us and sat on the sofa in silence.

I headed over to him and asked, “Is everything OK, Bhaiya?”

Bhaiya: I’m fine Sonu. Just couldn’t sleep. Maybe it’s the jet lag.

Clearly, something had happened, perhaps an argument with Bhabhi, that was troubling him. But he couldn’t say anything.

Seema: Sonu Bhaiya, why don’t you put on a good movie for Sir to watch? I’ll bring a glass of turmeric milk to help him relax.

I put on some movies to help distract Bhaiya from whatever was troubling him. Seema soon came back and handed Bhaiya a glass of milk. We both sat there giving Bhaiya company. He drank the milk and, after a few minutes, dozed off right there on the sofa.

Seema: Bhaiya, before we wake Sir up, he goes back to his room. Why don’t you check if Bhabhi is OK? It seems like they had a fight, and she might need someone to talk to.

I was amazed at how thoughtful and considerate Seema was. I headed over to Bhabhi’s room and opened the door. Bhabhi was on the bed, lying on her tummy under a blanket, her face down on one side on a thin pillow. Her salwar kameez, bra and panties were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Bhabhi couldn’t see who opened the door as she was lying on her tummy. She assumed Bhaiya had come back.

Bhabhi: Raj, don’t blame yourself. Take as much time as you need to. We can try again if you’re ready and willing.

I walked over to the side of the bed where Bhabhi’s head was facing and knelt until my face was level with hers.

Startled to see me instead of Bhaiya, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, you? What are you doing here at this time?”

Me: Try what again, Bhabhi? Bhaiya suddenly came outside, looking quite agitated. Is everything OK?

Bhabhi: Everything is fine, Sonu.

Me: Did Bhaiya find out what happened? Is that why he is upset?”

Bhabhi whispered, “No, of course not, Sonu! Don’t even bring that up. All I can tell you is that my disability proved too much for your Bhaiya to overcome.

Me: Overcome what, Bhabhi? Wait… are you saying Bhaiya wasn’t able to get an erection because of this change?

“This is a huge change for him. He needs some time, but for now, he is unable to see me as anything but a cripple.” Said Bhabhi, as her eyes teared up.

“So what if you’re crippled, Bhabhi? Even with your disability, do you know how many men would eagerly trade places with Bhaiya to share this bed with you?” I said. I slid one hand under the blanket to grab her soft, plump ass cheek.

“Sonu, don’t! He is right outside! What are you doing!” Bhabhi whispered as I continued to grope and knead her soft buns.

“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. He dozed off on the sofa.” I said. I slid my fingers between her ass crack and down to her furry pussy to find that Bhabhi’s pussy was dripping wet.

Bhabhi’s breathing intensified, and her buttocks arched up as I rubbed her pussy, but she continued to reason, saying, “What happened last night was a mistake in the heat of the moment while he was away, but to repeat it while he is here in the house? This is madness, Sonu!”

Me: It’s the night before your wedding anniversary, Bhabhi. Madness is Bhaiya being unable to perform while his wife’s pussy is on fire.

As she breathed heavily with her pussy pulsating firmly in my grasp. With minimal effort, one of my fingers easily slid all the way into Bhabhi’s sloppy pussy, causing her ass to tremble as she gasped in pleasure.

Now with her big plump butt arched up and her pussy dripping wet like a dog in heat. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her pussy.

I tried one last time to convince her, “You have patiently waited so long for him to return. This night doesn’t have to end in disappointment just because of his hangups. We don’t have much time, Bhabhi. If you want me to stop, tell me to leave now, and I will.”

With my fingers still drilling her pussy, Bhabhi struggled to make up her mind. Not wanting to make the decision easy for her, I lowered my shorts and briefs to my knees. I exposed my rock-hard dick and hanging balls inches from her face.

I said, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, Bhabhi, and he won’t ever come to know about this.”

While Bhabhi considered my twisted reasoning, her eyes were glued to my upright erection, something Bhaiya had failed to offer her today. Having made up her mind, she looked up at me and said, “You need to leave Sonu.” I removed my fingers from Bhabhi’s pussy.

I got up on my feet to pull my shorts back up when Bhabhi continued, “But before you leave, be quick and finish what you have already started.”

Knowing I didn’t have much time, I got up on the bed and removed my shorts and briefs before pulling aside the blanket to uncover Bhabhi’s nude back. I got up on the bed between Bhabhi’s legs and raised her hips so that she was on her knees with her big butt raised.

I held on to her hips and pressed my face against her plump ass cheeks, feeling their pillowy softness against my face, kissing them all over. Occasionally sucking and gently biting them. I held on to each ass cheek with both hands.

I spread them apart so that her furry pussy and puckered asshole were in plain sight from behind. I bury my face between her buns. I was licking her spread buttocks and throbbing pussy to my heart’s content.

Bhabhi responded by rocking her ass back and forth against my face, softly moaning my name in pleasure, but to her dismay, I suddenly stopped, realizing I didn’t have much time. Had I continued a little longer, Bhabhi would surely have reached orgasm.

That would be the end of it. But tonight, on the night before her wedding anniversary, I wanted to offer her something Bhaiya was unable to do.

I stood upright on my knees, between her legs and parted her ass cheeks. I held on to her soft buns with both hands. I leaned forward to nudge the tip of my cock between her pussy opening. Bhabhi tilted her head back, and we made eye contact.

“Please, Bhabhi. We don’t have much time,” I said as we looked at each other.

Bhabhi: Then hurry up, Sonu, but be careful not to cum inside me.

I was a bit puzzled at first as the chances of Bhabhi getting pregnant, although not impossible, were very low. But then it occurred to me that leaving that one act exclusively for Bhaiya was a compromise that, in her sexually frustrated mind.

I nodded and gently pushed in until the head of my dick disappeared into her pussy. It then slowly made its way into her love canal until it was halfway in. There was no going back now. The seal had been broken, and a new guest had entered her abandoned property for the first time.

Bhabhi welcomed the guest by pushing her buttocks back against my hips. The entire length of my erection was completely swallowed by Bhabhi’s big ass and velvety pussy. I kept it there all the way in without moving.

I was feeling the warmth of her pulsating pussy wrapped around my erection. When she made her marriage vows to Bhaiya, she could never have imagined another man would one day fuck her deep in her pussy. Yet here she was, with her starved pussy stuffed to the brim by her little brother-in-law.

As I tried to pull back, Bhabhi clenched her pussy walls to tighten her grip on my cock. Locking it tight deep in her pussy, unwilling to let the guest escape. Words won’t do justice to the flurry of emotions that overcame me at that moment.  Our unholy, depraved union was finally complete.

I slowly eased my erection all the way out until the tip was just outside her pussy before driving it in again. As I increased my pace, I remember thinking how surreal all this was. I was actually fucking my motherly Bhabhi raw without a condom.

I was never supposed to have any rights over her pussy. Yet here she was with her big ass accepting the pounding from her brother-in-law while her husband slept outside. As my pounding intensified, Bhabhi buried her face in the pillow to muffle her grunts.

I knew that she was moments away from cumming. I, too, wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to unload my cum deep inside her, but she hadn’t given me that right. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pulled out and took my cock in my hand.

Globs of thick warm cum leaked down the crack of her ass, down to her furry pussy. I immediately placed my cock back against her now cum coated pussy. I started rubbing it up and down over her pussy. Bhabhi’s ass trembled as she squirted all over my dick.

After she cum, the mixture of our juices continued dripping down from her pussy onto the bedsheet. I collapsed on top of Bhabhi’s back, and we remained lying there catching our breaths with me on top of her, my cock still buried between her tightly clenched buttocks.

We lay there like that catching our breaths as I lowered my lips to kiss and suck on the back of her neck as I repeatedly whispered over and over again, “I love you, Bhabhi. I love you so much, Bhabhi.” To my disappointment, even after all this, Bhabhi didn’t reciprocate and say, “I love you.”

We were jolted back to reality at the sound of Seema whispering from outside the door, “Bhaiya, is everything OK?”

I immediately got up and put on my shorts. Bhabhi’s pussy was a hot mess with my cum slathered all over it. I had to wipe her before opening the door. I picked up the first thing I saw: her panties on the ground. I gave her pussy and ass cheeks a quick wipe before placing her panties back on the floor.

I opened the door to find Seema standing there with a glass of water in her hand.

Seema: Bhaiya, Can you wake Sir up and tell him to sleep in his room now? I’ll give Bhabhi some water.

I made my way to the living room and nudged Bhaiya awake.

In a sleepy voice, Bhaiya asked, “How long have I been asleep, Sonu?”

Me: Not too long, Bhaiya. You should go and sleep in your room now.

Bhaiya got up and suddenly hugged me. “Sonu, once again, thank you for all you have done for this family. I would be lost without the support of a brother like you.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him. It’s not that I didn’t love or respect him.

I still did but those sentiments were no longer any match for my ungodly lust for Bhabhi. Bhaiya made his way to his room as I headed towards mine. Midway to my room, I realized that I hadn’t put on my briefs. Shit. I remember taking them off on the bed but forgot to wear them in my rush.

I turned around, but it was too late. Their door was closed. I went to my room but couldn’t sleep as I was getting panic attacks, thinking about what would happen if Bhaiya found my briefs on his bed. Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

Nervously, I headed to the door and opened it, only to find Seema standing there. She pulled something out of her shorts pocket and said, “Bhaiya, I found these briefs on the edge of Bhabhi’s bed. They looked too small to belong to Sir. Did you forget them there?”

There was no denying these were mine, but I started nervously stammering.

Me: It’s not what it looks like, Seema. I can explain.

Seema smiled and said, “You don’t owe me any explanation, Bhaiya. How you take care of Bhabhi is none of my business. I assure you that Sir won’t hear anything from me.”

Me: Thank you, Seema. I owe you big time.

Seema retired to her room, and I, too, was finally able to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, I woke up to a lot of noise coming from the kitchen. I made my way to the kitchen to find Bhaiya making breakfast for everyone.

Me: Good morning, Bhaiya. Why are you making breakfast? Where is Seema?

Bhaiya turned around with a big smile on his face and said, “Did you forget Sonu? I always make breakfast on this day. Seema is getting your Bhabhi ready.”

I had totally forgotten. Today was their wedding anniversary. I wished him well and started setting the table. Bhaiya finished cooking, and we sat at the dining table, waiting for Bhabhi and Seema to join us. They both came out dressed in pyjamas and joined us on the table as well.

I wished Bhabhi a happy wedding anniversary. But she was unable to make eye contact with me after what happened last night. She thanked me, but there was an undeniable awkwardness and tension between us.

Just as we began eating, the doorbell rang. Bhaiya answered the door to find Bunty. He had come to pay his respects to Bhaiya. Bunty touched Bhaiya’s feet, and they hugged. Bhabhi also stood up to greet him with a huge smile on her face, still thinking about how he had generously arranged for a caretaker.

Bunty touched Bhabhi’s feet as well. He then proceeded to hug her, crushing her large boobs in his short and stocky embrace, the effects of which were obvious on Bhabhi’s face. It became red like a tomato.

Bunty joined us at the dining table, wished them both a happy wedding anniversary, and asked how they planned to celebrate the day.

Bhaiya: I didn’t have much time to plan anything, but maybe we can do a dinner date.

Bunty: Bhaiya, there is a beach resort close by. As my wedding anniversary gift to you and Bhabhi, I would like to pay for the accommodation and transport for all of you.

Bhaiya turned to Bhabhi and said, “Sheetal, once again, Bunty has come to our rescue. We are getting more and more indebted to him.” He then turned to Bunty and said, “That’s very generous of you, Bunty, but we will only accept it on the condition that you join us.”

Bunty: Bhaiya, you guys enjoy being a family. I don’t want to impose.

Bhabhi: No, Bunty. We won’t take no for an answer. After all you have done for us, you are now part of our family, no less than a brother, always protecting and caring for me. If we can ever do anything for you in return, all you have to do is ask.

With a huge smile, Bunty replied, “OK. Fine baba. How can I say no to my elders after all? I’ll ask the driver to come here with a van in an hour.”

Bhaiya: Well then, it’s settled. Let’s all get ready and make preparations for an overnight resort trip.

I honestly don’t know what was happening, but I didn’t like it. At face value, his gestures were indeed very kind. But I didn’t like seeing this fat slob anywhere near Bhabhi.

Especially now that her guard was down and she was no longer repulsed by his behaviour or appearance. I felt jealous that she was more appreciative of him than me after all that I had done for her.

Hi all, I am Benin (name changed) from Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. I am 29 years old and work in Coimbatore for a company.

This story is about my lust and love for my elder cousin, whom I call ‘Akka’.

About my Akka: she is over 40 years old, married to an older man, and has two young sons. She works in a private company to contribute financially. Her husband works in the government sector as a field officer. From a young age, she has liked to look attractive with makeup and tight nighties at home, exposing her buttocks and boobs. Anyone who looks at her boobs would love to squeeze them at least once and taste her milk.

From the day she gave birth to her younger son, I wanted to taste her milk, which flows from her big boobs. She looks like a typical Tamil aunty with her looks and shape. Once, accidentally, my cock touched her buttocks and rubbed against it. That was one of the best feelings I ever had and ignited a lust towards her.

This incident happened a few months back when my uncle asked me to deliver a package to my sister’s house, as she lives within 20 km from my house.

Initially, I hesitated and told my uncle that I had other work to do. But he insisted that I go because she wasn’t feeling well. When I went to her house and called out, she opened the door in a tight nightie, her big boobs inviting me in, but she looked tired. Her two sons had gone to a relative’s house for a function.

When I inquired about her husband, she said that he was on a trip and might come back late at night. She offered me a cup of tea. And I was wishing that the tea would’ve been made from the milk of her boobs.

When I asked about her tired look, she told me she was having severe back pain and couldn’t sleep. That’s why she was missing her relatives’ function. I asked if she needed medicine, but she said medicine wouldn’t work as the pain was due to her office work and she works tirelessly to finish her projects. As I was about to leave, I asked her if she needed any help.

Me: Akka, how will you manage the pain?

Akka: Let’s see.

Me: Shall I give you a massage to relax? If you have oil, I can apply it for you.

Akka: No, thanks, da.

Me: No problem, Akka. I won’t see anything. I’ll just massage your shoulders and back over your nightie.

Akka: Dai, don’t talk in double meanings.

Me: Akka, let me massage you. I will touch only your back. I won’t touch any other places.

Akka: Any other places?? What’s that supposed to mean?

Me: Iyo, I didn’t mean anything wrong.

Akka: Tell me, da. Any other places… meaning, which place?

Me: Ok. Let me go. I was joking.

After this, I was about to leave and went near my bike, but I heard a sound calling me back in. She hesitantly asked me to massage her as her pain was too much to handle.

Akka: Ok, da. Massage me, but don’t tell anyone that you massaged me. Close the door and come to my room on the first floor.

She lay down on the bed and asked me to massage her. I told her that if I applied oil, it would be a better relief.

Akka: No, da… this nightie is good… and I can’t risk making it oily.

Me: Then remove it. Anyway, you have a petticoat and bra inside.

Akka: I haven’t worn a petticoat and my boobs are too big for my bra.

Me: Don’t worry, I won’t touch them.

Akka: Chi poda. Ok, go out… I will wear a petticoat and come.

Me: No problem, Akka. Anyway, I’m going to see you in your bra, so why be shy now?

Akka: Poda.

Then she wore her petticoat in front of me under her nightie. And she started to remove her nightie in front of me. Her big boobs in a red bra were popping out, and I could see her blurry lace panty over the petticoat line. I helped her with her tight nightie to remove and accidentally touched her boobs over her bra.

Akka: Dai, don’t touch any other parts of my body. That was our deal.

Me: It was an accident. But they are so soft.

Akka: That’s because they’ve been untouched for years. Poda.

She lay down, and I started to apply oil on her back and began to massage her. While massaging, some oil splashed onto her bra.

Me: Akka, what’s the cost of this bra?

Akka: Why, da?

Me: Is it ok if oil spills on it?

Akka: No, da. It’s costly, and getting this model for my boobs is tough.

Me: Then shall I remove the strap? Or if you want, you can remove it.

Akka: Dai, don’t try to outsmart me. Ok, but don’t try to peek or touch the parts. Ok?

Me: Ok, Akka. But they are big and can’t be hidden just like that.

I opened the hook, and she pulled her bra out. A big set of balloon boobs popped out and were feasting my eyes. I started to massage and slowly touched her side boobs and tried to see her nipples. Knowing my intention, she covered her boobs with her hand and smiled at me.

After massaging her back, I slid my hand to her big buttocks and pressed it hard. She let out a moan, and I got my signal. I asked her to remove her petticoat, as oil could spill, and offered her a leg massage.

Akka: Dai, it’s going too far. Promise me you won’t tell anyone.

Me: Promise.

Akka: Ok, remove it yourself. If I do, you will try to see my boobs. I’ll cover my boobs.

Me: Even if I see you fully, it will be between us.

Akka: Dai, poda.

Her big boobs and her buttocks were in front of me without her nightie and petticoat. She was lying in just her blue panty. I pressed her buttocks as part of the massage and massaged her legs too. Silently, I put my fingers between her legs. She started to shiver and asked me to stop.

To be continued..

Hi Readers! This is Ak. I live in Toronto, Canada. Today, I want to share one of my experiences, which is still going on and off. I will tell you why later. So, the events are below:

Two years back, I had a complicated relationship. She was not my girlfriend, but behaved like my girlfriend. Anyways, we had sex multiple times together at her place in Toronto. She stayed with one of her friends named Cherry (nickname).

I used to go to their place and hang out on weekends for a couple of drinks and pizza. The 3 of us used to watch movies, and then I used to fuck my friend or girlfriend. However, you call it. This is like a 2 BHK apartment. The other person can hear the sounds.

This fucking was happening every weekend, and it got routine for us. It all started when Cherry started texting me in a friendly way. She was on my social media and snapchat. She started talking to me regularly, only text messages and no phone calls.

Out of the blue, while we were talking about something, she said aren’t you coming this weekend. I said I was busy with some deployment stuff at work. I have to work late as I work in an MNC here in Toronto as a software developer.

I don’t know how casual texting ended up wild.

Cherry: I am just curious, can I ask?

Me: yeah, sure, sup?

Cherry: tell me the truth, you’re not horny, so you’re skipping the weekend, right?

I had no clue and never imagined she would be open. Maybe because of the sounds and moans she had heard over time. I don’t know.

I just said, “Hey, come on, it’s nothing like that. Been really busy with work stuff.”

Cherry: I think you guys are having real fun, right?

At this point, I was confused. Is she trying to get into trouble, or does she want something? I’m a straightforward guy. I said, “Hey, let’s stop playing around. Tell me what’s happening.”

That’s when she told me about a discussion that had happened between her friend and Cherry.

Cherry: You know we discussed you and heard from my friend that you are wild in bed.

I didn’t know how to respond, so I covered that, saying it was just usual, nothing wild.

Cherry: My friend told me that though she slept with many men, she said she had the best sex of her lifetime. I could see the way she was blushing, saying that.

Me: Really? Did she say that, or are you playing with me?

Cherry: Why would I play, bro? It’s a fact.

Me: Now I am your bro?

Cherry: Just kidding, can I ask you something? Don’t judge or don’t tell anyone between you and me.

Me: Yeah, sure, what’s on your mind?

Cherry: How about we meet? Need to clear a few things. Only you and I and no one else should know.

Me: Sure, we can do it next week, but what’s the plan? (at this point, I have no clue what’s happening)

After this, we said goodnight as I had to work. Later, we went out on a coffee date. We were chit-chatting about normal day-to-day stuff, and I asked what was up with meeting me, as I was curious.

Cherry: I need to tell you something openly, so don’t judge me.

Me: Sure.

Cherry: I have been rubbing myself to your sounds while you’re fucking my friend.

I was lost and didn’t know what to say. I just said okay.

Cherry: Can we try only if it is between us? I know you come home to meet my friend. I don’t care what’s happening between you and her. I want something like FWB stuff, and let’s be normal before my friend.
Which guy is going to say no to this offer? I just said a big yes. Okay, I am up for it (I am excited)

Cherry: Can we go for a drive?

Me: Sure.

Then we drove to Niagara Falls. This place has many parks and many secret places to park and smooch and chit-chat. This is where it all started. This girl is 5’7, medium complexion, 32C chest, slim. I work out, and I’m 6 feet tall, so it’s very easy to lift and fuck in mid-air.

While driving, it just started with a heated conversation. I was high instantly, and she noticed the bulge in my pants. Out of nowhere, she started touching me. I said, “Please, we are driving.” She said, “My friend told me you got a blowjob while driving, so touching won’t hurt.”

I was shocked at what the hell this girl told everything to Cherry. We just laughed and let it go. Once we reached the park, we started with a kiss. It was slow, and I increased the speed over time. While doing that, I started touching her. She was like, “I missed a man’s touch. It’s been a while.”

I started to kiss her neck, and she was high. She did not say a word, nor was she even bothered by who was watching us. She was all in. She had a weak spot on her neck. Once I started touching and kissing her, my moans started to increase. It was really hard to make out in the front seats.

So, I asked if I could jump to the back, but it was already dark. I had my windows tinted. Once we were at the back, she was on me and started kissing nonstop. She was sitting on my lap in a cowgirl position and was kissing and rubbing on me.

We were still in clothes, and she was holding my face and lip-locked. While she was busy with that, I started inserting my hand under her t-shirt. I started to feel like my body was so warm and soft. I broke the lip lock tilted her a little bit back and raised her t-shirt, and started to squeeze her boobs.

They are small but cute. She was holding my hand and pushing me to squeeze more. I thought she really missed it. I pulled her t-shirt, removed her bra, and made her lie down on the seat. I started to liplock and started to kiss her from head to belly, and she started moaning.

I had a fetish for sucking armpits while I was doing that. She was like This is driving me crazy. I started to suck her boobs and slowly moved to her armpits, licking them slowly while playing with her boobs.

She moaned like hell. I was scared because we were in the park parking lot. I had to ask her to slow down by keeping my hand on my mouth. She later told me no one sucked my armpits, and It’s driving me crazy. Well, that craziness helped me.

I asked her to turn around and started to suck from her neck to the end of her backbone while pressing her waist. I turned her back to face me and started to remove her pant, I just put my hand on her pant around pussy area, and she was soo wet I could see my fingers drenched in wet.

I smelled and licked my fingers. It tasted yummy, and she just laughed. While her panties were still there, I started to lick her, starting from her calf muscle upwards. I was kissing and pinching her inner thighs, and the moans she made drove me crazy.

She was like, “Enough, please fuck me. It’s been a while.” I said, “Not yet. We just started, my girl.” I pulled her panty down and sucked all the cum. It was very wet. Her cum tasted like ‘Limca’ soda. If you know the drink, you know it. That’s when I started to slowly blow some air on her pussy.

I was parallelly licking and sucking around her pussy. She started shaking, and then I started to rub her pussy with the index finger. I inserted my finger inside her pussy. She was so tight, even with all the cum. I was sucking her while fingering, and she released her cum, and I drank it all.

She said it was my turn. I was sitting, and she pulled my pants down, and she started playing with my dick. She slowly inserted and said it’s my first time and she started a blowjob. She was so good. I don’t think it was the first time she sucked me up like a pro.

She blew me for 10 minutes straight and jumped on me. She wanted to try cowgirl. While she was sitting on me, I was kissing her and squeezing her boobs with one hand and rubbing my dick on her pussy lips. She was like, “Stop playing, put it in.” I said not yet, and I rubbed so hard she was moaning.

“Please stop teasing me.” That’s when I pushed my dick in, and she shouted so loud she scared me for a minute. I said, “We are in a car, not in the bedroom, babes.” She was so good I could see her boobs shaking up and down. What a view.

After that, I made her lay down and fucked her missionary. As it was a car, it was really hard to fucked in multiple positions. We fucked for 30 mins, kissed, and I dropped her off at the railway station and left to go home. After this session, our bonding started to the next level.

She used to send me her nude pics, and we used to text only about sex. I fucked her multiple times when her friends were away and while she was alone at home. The only thing I liked about Cherry is that she said FWB. She really meant only sex, as we never crossed our borders apart from bed.

Hope you guys enjoyed my experience, and will try to make time to post my experiences. Will soon post what happened with one of the readers with whom I had an extramarital affair in Canada.

Please send me your response, which would help me to improve my writing, at [email protected].

Hi everyone, I’m Author (name changed). I am a 6ft 1in tall, dark brown man originally from Kolkata. I stayed in Pune for a few years.

I am obliged by your response to the earlier part. This experience of mine is from 2019, when I was 24 and Madhu was 36. I’d start from where I ended in my first part.

Madhu: I loved how you gagged me without even asking me. I couldn’t understand when it happened. But I loved it when you took charge. I don’t suck, mostly because I feel like vomiting. But you sucked and licked me down there so well. You deserve one good sucking from me. I don’t know how it will be, but I promise I’ll try my best. Want us to meet soon? Carry condoms next time.

I grinned. I was looking forward to the next weekend. We were sexting, mostly discussing our feelings when we were intimate. She was telling me how she loved the fact that I didn’t jump on her despite we did speak of sex.

Once, a guy tried to hug her the moment he met her, and after that, the whole time, there was silence. Now, after our first meeting, she told me she often thinks of having me inside her. I can’t lie, I also dreamt of fucking her hard.

At that time, I didn’t have much experience of penetrating without protection (even now, I prefer doing it with condoms for safety purposes). That feeling was beautiful and a little intoxicating.

We were speaking on Thursday, and then she asked, “Am I sure I’m coming?” To which I replied, of course, how can I miss the opportunity to bang her. Hearing this, she went silent. Then I texted her multiple times over WhatsApp, Instagram, and everywhere, but no replies.

I understood that something was not right, and two weekends passed. I was upset again. Then, on the second Sunday night, all of a sudden, I received her text.

Madhu: I miss you, Sidd. I want you. I want to be touched by you.

Me: I was so tense, Madhu. I’m sorry for the message about “not leaving an opportunity.” And.

Madhu (interrupting me): It’s okay, so let’s not speak about this. My friend ended his life because of marital issues, and that’s why I was disturbed. Come over, Sidd.

It was Sunday night, and on Monday, I had the office, so I had to refuse with a heavy heart. She was understanding and said, “I’ll wait for you, Sidd.” We used to speak regularly, and the 5 days seemed like 5 months. I was hungry for her.

On Saturday, I changed my drop location to her place. Got some condoms from a store near her place. I was also a little double-minded because of the silence between us for one and a half weeks. It was late in the afternoon when I reached there.

She told me we would order and eat lunch together. I was hungry. I rang the bell, and she was in her cotton shorts and vest. I was turned on, and my dick started to respond inside my underwear. I freshened up and kept a little distance.

Me: Let’s order.

Madhu: Why? I have cooked for you.

I was shocked, as I was not accustomed to these. She started serving me while I was sitting in the chair at the table. She served me Bengali fish curry, some other Bengali vegetarian dishes, and quite a few other dishes. I was amazed at her efforts.

When I first started to eat, I was a little emotional as the food was just delicious. I hate to acknowledge this, but I was a little teary-eyed.

Me: Chaubey madam, your ancestral roots are from Uttar Pradesh. You were born and raised in Chhattisgarh, and you have been staying in Pune for many years. No connection with Bengal. How did you cook these Bengali dishes?

Madhu: I watched YouTube, and we have a Bengali market nearby, so I got a few things from there. I also know an aunty in the society who is Bengali. She is very good with me, so I asked her a few things.

I felt like so much effort. Everyone loved his efforts. Till then, I didn’t have a proper relationship in my adulthood, only hookups and flings. So, these were absolutely new for me. I loved the gestures.

Me: I’m humbled, Madhu. Thanks.

We just had a romantic moment. She also ate. Then we sat on the floor, leaning on the sofa. Summers were starting, and it was pretty hot. We started watching a movie, which wasn’t very interestingI was also feeling sleepy.

Madhu woke up and went to the bedroom, saying, “I’m sleepy.”

Even on that day, I wasn’t very touchy with her. Within a minute, I followed her. She was lying with her left side resting on the bed. I went, got onto the bed, grabbed her by her waist, and bit her right earlobe. She acted shocked. She turned around partially and said.

Madhu: Why did you follow me? I didn’t ask you to come.

I was shocked, but I had a firm belief that I shouldn’t stop myself. I didn’t resist and turned around completely. I forced my tongue into her mouth while I grabbed her ass. She started responding and making little noises.

After kissing and squeezing her for 2 minutes.

Me: From now on, I won’t be asking you or waiting for you to tell me anything. You are mine.

Saying this, I squeezed her boobs, circling fingers around her nipples over her vest. She was making such beautiful sounds. I was in my jeans and hard. I slapped her ass, not just kissing her but pushing my tongue deep inside her mouth and filling her mouth with my saliva.

She closed her eyes. She was wearing tiny shorts when I opened her shorts and exposed her pussy. I threw away that tiny piece of cloth and pushed my middle and ring fingers inside her pussy. She gave a loud moan and put her hands on my shoulders.

I also inserted my pointer finger, and her eyes got boggled. I had a devilish idea and also inserted my little finger. Now my four fingers were inside her pussy, and she hugged me tightly.

Madhu: I didn’t know, Sidd. I could take four fingers. You are pushing me, and I’m loving this. Please continue.

Now Madhu pulled my head towards her breast, and she opened her vest from one side, which I sucked like crazy.

“You’d be red today, Madhu,” I told her.

Madhu: Do it. I don’t care. I’m on a break.

Saying this, she held my head tightly. I took my fingers out and opened my jeans and shirt. We both opened each other’s vests. Madhu was completely naked while I was in my black underwear. She made me sit down with my legs stretched.

I always had a blessed shoulder and was working out, and it was before my two injuries from the gym. Madhu started nibbling me on my back when I held her with my left hand in a back position. We were sweating, as we somehow didn’t switch on the AC till then.

She was holding me tightly and biting my left shoulder now from my side. I crossed my legs while sitting. She now came in front and started biting my chest while moving her fingers on my chest hair. But meanwhile, she also started rubbing her pussy on my thighs and was setting her hair right.

Oh my God, my Madhu was leaking. I put my thumb inside her mouth, and she started licking it. I opened my underwear and liberated my manhood, and I was hard. I pointed to Madhu to suck my dick. She lay down on the bed and started sucking me. Oh my God, I held her hair.

She was sucking so good. However, I was enjoying it so much when I held her hair and started thrusting. I stood on the ground and directed her to sit on the ground by her knees. I held her hair with my left hand and throttled my dick deep inside her mouth.

Now I was holding her head, not just Madhu sucking my dick, but I was fucking her mouth. I was big and rock-hard. I was thrusting into her mouth and was gagging her well. She was making a sound while I was making her moan. I was full of pre-cum in her mouth.

I was going to cum when I tried to pull out, but she held me tight.

Me: Are you sure? I’m going to cum.

Madhu nodded yes. I fucked her mouth, and after 30-40 seconds, I shot my cum in her mouth, and I could feel my speed was way too high. It felt like a gasping sound when my cum hit her throat walls, and I took my dick out. I have gotten blowjobs earlier, but this felt good, very good.

Madhu’s mouth was full of my cum, and I am sure some of my cum ran down her throat. She faced down for some time and threw some of my cum on the ground.

Me: Are you alright, Madhu?

She nodded her head and said, “I haven’t done this before ever.”

There was a bit of silence at that time. We had a heavy lunch, so we didn’t fuck at that point in time, and we held each other and slept, turning on the AC. I was grabbing her by her pussy and a lot of other things while sleeping.

Now, readers, I’ll fast forward a lot of things, as quite a few things will get repeated because otherwise you guys will feel bored. However, please read it carefully.

We initiated foreplay at night again, and the entire experience was good. Now, after foreplay, I wore the condom I bought when I was hard and started to bang. The moment I entered her, Madhu gave a big cry. It was a great feeling. Last time I couldn’t completely fucking her, but now I will just fuck her hard.

I started ramming her pussy, but I don’t know; I wasn’t feeling the way it felt last time. The first time I entered her, it was so magical. The penetration that I did last time I was with her was so beautiful, so magical, but now, no, it was nowhere near.

After some thrusts, I lost my erection, and my dick got out. It was a tense situation. This got stuck in my mind, and we enjoyed each other’s company, and I used to visit her during weekends. However, it was very disturbing, as I wasn’t able to fuck her, but she was cooperative.

We used to order and have fun. Sometimes, I told her, “Why are you continuing with me? We aren’t in a relationshipI’m not even able to fuck you?”

Madhu: It’s okay. I enjoy the whole time I spend with you, and I look forward to our weekend together.

Sometimes, she also used to say, “Don’t I make you aroused properly?”

To which I replied, “No, Madhu, the problem lies with me. I don’t know what is happening.”

I was frustrated and worried because of this. This was the fourth weekend. Saturday went by with foreplay and everything. Again, failed attempts at having sex.

On Sunday, we were discussing a lot of things. She told me how her (mu bola not real) brother and sister-in-law are not having children. Then, her brother is having an affair. Though her sister-in-law wants children, her brother doesn’t show much interest in having a family.

Her sister-in-law was in a top designation in a firm but has taken a break. All of this. We were also discussing sexI mentioned that the first time I was inside her, it was a magical feeling, but whenever I wear the condom, it doesn’t feel the same.

Madhu: Why didn’t you leave sex in between on the first day, without condoms, Author, on the first day? I have an active sex life, but I am well protected.

Me: I don’t want to pull out Madhu and pills, and all might affect you. Then, things might get complicated. You never know.

Madhu: My God, you don’t need to worry about all that, Sidd. I won’t become pregnant. I have cysts, so I can’t become pregnant.

Me: I’m so sorry. When did you get to know this, Madhu?

Madhu: It’s been some time, and there’s nothing to be sorry about. It is what it is.

I felt bad but also wanted to love her. I can try to get the same feeling as her on the first day. We were in the drawing room when I got up from the sofa. I went near her, held her by her waist, and planted a kiss on her forehead. Madhu was short and chubby, and I started planting kisses here and there.

I held her by her waist from behind with my left hand and grabbed her pussy between her legs. We had such beautiful coordination. She understood what I was going to do next. I turned her around, and she kept her face on my chest, playing with my chest hair.

I held her throat and kissed her with force. I didn’t mention it earlier, but she wore just a bra and panties when I was with her in her flat. I opened her bra and released her breasts and opened her panties, and released her pussy. I started kissing her; rather, eating her would be more apt.

Her breasts were not just fondled but squeezed like I was kneading the dough. This beautiful, chubby woman responded to my touches so beautifully. I held her and made her lie down on the floor. I took her legs, spread them, and took it high.

I forced my big tongue deep inside her pussy and started licking her wildly.

Madhu: Aah, Sidd, go on. Go on.

I licked her well, and her pussy was full of my saliva.

It was hard. I was in my boxers and T-shirt. I opened them and didn’t wait; I just rammed my dick inside her. She squeaked.

Madhu: I never wanted you to wear that rubber.

I grinned and picked her legs on my shoulders. I started ramming her pussy. My God, the feeling of the first day returned, only to my realization I would finish inside her. I was fucking her slowly and steadily, changing my pace now and then.

She was moaning, groaning, and saying my name. I loved holding her while I properly penetrated her; seeing her facial expressions was so blissful. Although I love different positions, the missionary position, where I can see my partner’s face, is always good.

After fucking her for about 25-30 minutes, I was about to cum, and be it with or without a condom. I don’t like pulling out. So I simply shot my cum deep inside her. Even after cumming, I was semi-hard, and I didn’t take my dick out. I went on ramming for around 5-6 minutes more. Then I took my dick out.

Madhu felt satisfied; I could see it from her expression. I liked lying flat on my back on the floor. Madhu hugged me and told me, “I never wanted you to wear that rubber. I have felt you on the first day inside me and wanted you like that.” I kissed her while she inserted her finger inside her pussy and licked my cum.

Madhu: You have cum loads, Sidd.

Me: I wanted that to be deep inside you.

Madhu: Did you even notice I was shaking and have orgasmed already twice?

Me: I’m happy, but honestly, I didn’t want to let my focus go anyway.

Madhu: You did well.

From then on, Madhu was always naked whenever we were together, so whenever I wanted to fuck her, it was always on. She was chubby, but I also had standing sex with her. I just started thrusting, as our heights were different, so for a long time, it wasn’t possible.

She rode me when her breasts bounced. I have fucked her in a doggy position, then made her one leg on the toilet seat, and I fucked her. We used to shower together. From then on, whenever I fucked her, I made sure all my cum got inside her, and not a single drop got out of her.

When she gave me blowjobs, sometimes she used to drink my full cum as well (this happened just twice). We enjoyed our time thoroughly. We also did some kinky stuff. I won’t share all, but some were kinky but romantic as well.

Whenever we went out in her car, I used to cum on her bra or panty before we went out, and she would wear that. This was our ritual. It was a great feeling. I started staying longer at her place. When I fucked her, she made sure my cum got deep inside her by raising her legs straight up. I loved these.

We continued this for, like, almost 40-45 days. One of the best phases. I asked her sometimes to take the pills, but she always refused. I loved the romance and spark between us. Sometimes, we kissed inside her car, but we never had sex or anything like that.

One weekday, we went to a restaurant, and she also dropped me off at my place. We kissed for some time and did a little hanky-panky. We bid our goodbyes. After that, I went on a vacation and planned to meet again. But she started behaving rudely and meanly and told me not to meet.

Now, when someone starts behaving rudely and refuses, I lose interest. I didn’t let her know that I was feeling bad, but I slowly started to reduce contact. I also thought maybe she was looking for a groom, and her marriage was fixed. So she is behaving this way, as when we met, she told me she wanted to marry sometime.

We texted, but it was very rare. However, months passed away, and in August 2020, I noticed a picture of a baby who was a few months old.

I thought, “Whose is the baby?” Anyway, I congratulated her and asked her whose it was. She said it was her ‘mubola’ brother. Her sister-in-law was also there. The baby was a girl child.

The baby was around 6 months old. I recall Madhu mentioned she was with her Mumbai-based brother and sister-in-law only for quite a long time. I started noticing pictures of children with keen interest. I noticed the stark similarities between Madhu and the child.

I jokingly texted this: “Madhu, the child looks more like you, haha.”

Madhu: Of course, she will look like me.

I was startled to hear this.

Madhu continued: Her buwa (paternal aunt) is so stylish. She will be like me. I’ll make her a diva like me.

She smartly twisted her words. I laughed it off in the text. I was feeling restless, seeing the child had so many stark similarities with Madhu at such a small stage.

It was weird for me. I don’t know exactly how I felt. However, I did notice something. After the day I asked her this question, she never shared the status of the child (at least I couldn’t see).

I don’t know. Did I impregnate Madhu with my child, or am I just overthinking too much?

This was a true experience of my life that I shared with you guys. I hope you like it. This was a true experience of my life that I shared with you guys. I hope you like it. I have had many sexual experiences in those 45 days, which I didn’t describe thoroughly.

However, if I get a lot of feedback from readers showing their interest, I may describe one such incident later. You can contact me at [email protected].

In a mythical village near the Kerala border, a boy named Arun was born with a divine blessing and a dark curse. The blessing granted him immense strength and boundless energy. Upon reaching adulthood, a long, hard cock that never softened, allowing him to fuck for weeks without tiring.

The curse, however, was grim. His father would die if he touched his son. Arun was destined to marry either his mother or his daughter. To break the curse, he had to father a child with them and make them copulate. An angel, Ramya, appeared with this prophecy, warning of secrecy before vanishing.

Swetha, Arun’s mother, was breathtakingly beautiful. She had a curvaceous figure – full breasts, a slim waist, and hips that swayed seductively. Her husband, Santhosh, ignored the curse’s warning and touched baby Arun, dying instantly.

At 21, Swetha feared the village men’s lustful gazes on her voluptuous body. She fled with her newborn to a forest, living in isolation. They dwelt in a simple hut. Swetha wore only a saree draped loosely over her naked body. Her nipples were often visible through the thin fabric.

Arun wore a dhoti and a single shirt. After washing clothes, they’d hang them to dry and move about naked. They were unbothered by their nudity, as it was their norm.

By age 10, Arun’s strength was extraordinary—he could chop wood or lift Swetha effortlessly. She marvelled at his power but trembled at the curse’s looming reality. As he grew, Arun explored the forest.

One day, he stumbled upon a temple with an angel-like statue. Unknowing, he adorned it with garlands. The statue transformed into Angel Ramya. She blessed him with knowledge of sex and desire for women. Until then, Arun had no such feelings, viewing nudity as natural. Now, his body stirred with new urges.

Venturing further, Arun saw women and girls bathing naked in a river, laughing playfully. Slipping into mud, he was helped by a woman who washed him in the river. The others, unbothered, continued their games.

Suddenly, an enraged elephant charged. The women fled, naked, forgetting their clothes. Arun, with his blessed strength, fought the beast, his dhoti tearing away in the struggle. As the elephant fled, he stood naked. His cock—now awakened by Ramya’s blessing—growing long and hard.

He gazed at the women’s glistening bodies. Their curves, wet breasts, and exposed pussies captivated him. The women, awestruck by his physique and massive erection, questioned him. But he fled, honouring Swetha’s rule to reveal nothing.

Returning home, Arun slept naked, his cock still impressive even at rest. Swetha, returning from gathering sticks, saw him. She gasped at his size, fear of the curse gripping her. She stayed awake all night, haunted by the prophecy.

The next day, while washing clothes, she worked naked as usual. Her heavy breasts bouncing, her pussy barely hidden by the drying saree. Arun, now consumed by Ramya’s gift, stared at her angelic beauty. His cock hardened, throbbing visibly.

Swetha noticed, avoiding his gaze, terrified. Deciding to break the curse, she planned to find him a wife. On his 20th birthday, Swetha, who was in her 30s. But she looked like a radiant 20-year-old. She told Arun she’d seek a bride and forbade him from following.

Wearing her old wedding saree without a blouse, her breasts partially exposed, she trekked through the forest. She slipped on a stone, falling unconscious. Awakening with amnesia, she forgot Arun and her past. She retained only memories of her love for Santhosh.

Hearing a cry, she found a boy, Pradeep, drowning in a mud pit. Using her saree to pull him out, she stood naked before him. Pradeep, his face washed clean, resembled Santhosh, sparking her forgotten love.

Enticed by her flawless body—firm breasts, tight pussy, and round ass—he introduced himself, and they fell in love. Pradeep took Swetha to his village, Kamanagar. It was cursed so no woman could conceive until a newcomer married a local.

His proposal to Swetha was celebrated as a curse-breaker. They wed, her saree often slipping to reveal her breasts, which she didn’t bother covering. Village women, to keep their husbands’ eyes, mimicked her, going topless.  Within a year, toplessness was normal.

The men’s lust soared, fucking their wives daily. Yet, no pregnancies occurred. The women prayed at a temple, and Ramya appeared. She instructed each of them to visit a forest temple on an assigned day, bathe, and pray naked. Then keep what happened secret to conceive.

Pavithra, a newlywed, went first. After praying naked, she followed a sound to a hut and ate. She saw Arun- 6 feet tall, muscular, his cock massive and erect. Initially shocked, she melted as he lifted her, kissing her deeply. She sucked his cock.

Her pussy dripping as he fucked her relentlessly from 9 PM to 5 AM. Her orgasms shook her body. At sunrise, he blindfolded her and left her at the forest entrance with her clothes. She returned, silent but glowing, claiming she had prayed all night.

Arun, alone after Swetha left, prayed to Ramya. She promised him a woman daily for his desires, to be released before sunrise. He agreed, satisfying Pavithra as the first.

On day two, Florina, in her 30s, followed the same path. Seeing Arun’s giant frame and cock, she eagerly kissed him. She taught him new techniques—how to tease her clit, fuck her ass, and prolong pleasure.

She orgasmed repeatedly, leaving at dawn. Florina, craving more, fucked every man in her family, unsatisfied by her husband. Each day, a new woman visited, returning sex-hungry, fucking their husbands and kin. On the final day, Swetha, still amnesiac, went.

After praying naked, bees swarmed her face. Covering it with cloth, she reached the hut, ate, and explored. Arun, seeing her perfect body, lush breasts, and wet pussy-hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. Reluctant at first, she soon craved him, their bodies entwined.

Her saree fell, revealing her as his mother. Shocked but consumed by lust, they fucked wildly, her pussy clenching his cock, orgasms crashing over her. They continued for five days. Pausing only for rain or an elephant’s interruption, which Arun fought off.

Pradeep, worried, searched with the villagers. The village rejoiced as all women were pregnant, expecting Swetha’s return. Weak from five days of relentless sex, Swetha returned, unable to forget Arun’s cock.

She fucked every village man, but none satisfied her. The curse persisted for 20 years, with open sex becoming common.

After two decades, Ramya reappeared, allowing two women to visit the temple secretly. Pavithra and her daughter Tanya went first. At the hut, Pavithra, eager, kissed Arun, sucking his cock. Tanya, shocked by his size, joined. Their pussies fucked raw for 24 hours.

Arun, unaged, kept them past sunrise, thrilling Pavithra. They returned silently. Tanya now understands the village’s sexual hunger.

On the last day, Swetha and Divya visited. Swetha, seeing Arun, rushed to him, kissing him fiercely. Divya, stunned by his cock, joined as he fucked them both, their bodies slick with sweat. The sex lasted a month, pausing briefly for food.

Ramya appeared, declaring that Swetha must marry Arun to quell their lust. During a missionary fuck, they wed. Swetha and Divya orgasmed, and Arun was satisfied for the first time. Choosing not to return, they stayed in the forest, fucking daily.

Pradeep married Tanya and is living peacefully. The curse fulfilled, their lives ended in blissful debauchery.

(Cont’d from part 1)

Previous Part: Student convinced me for threesome with hot model – Part 1

As we arrived at my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Vicky, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. We barely made it through the door before she was all over me, her lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss.

I pushed her gently away, gasping for air, and said, “Let’s get comfortable, shall we?” Vicky nodded, and I led her to the living room. We sat down on the couch, and I poured us each a glass of wine.

As we sipped our wine, Vicky began to undress, her clothes falling to the floor with a soft rustle. I couldn’t help but stare at her, my eyes feasting on her naked body. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room.

I set my wine glass down and reached out to touch her, my fingers tracing the curves of her body. Vicky closed her eyes, her head tilting back as she let out a soft moan. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, “Let’s get Sanjana back online. I want to see her again.”

Vicky’s eyes snapped open, and she smiled, nodding enthusiastically. I grabbed my laptop and logged back into DSCGirls website, searching for Sanjana’s profile. When we found her, she was already online, waiting for us.

“Hey, guys!” she said, her voice husky and seductive. “I’ve been waiting for you. What’s the plan for tonight?”

Vicky and I exchanged a glance, and I said, “We were thinking of taking things to the next level. Want to join us?”

Sanjana’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded, her dark hair bobbing up and down. “I’d love to. What do you have in mind?”

Vicky spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to try some new positions. Maybe some anal?”

Sanjana’s eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. “That sounds hot. I’m in.”

I grinned, my cock twitching with excitement. “Let’s get started, then.”

Sanjana advised Vicky to remove my pants slowly and carefully. She said, “Take your time, baby.” Vicky nodded and began to unbuckle my belt. She had a look on her face like it was Christmas and she was unwrapping a gift she’d always wanted.

As she pulled down my zipper, my cock sprang out, standing tall and proud. Vicky gasped and said, “It’s so big!” Sanjana on the screen was smiling, watching us.

While Vicky moved her hands over to my stiff cock, Sanjana, simultaneously, moved her hands over to her wet cunt.

Vicky’s eyes were glued to Sanjana’s screen, watching her every move as she began to masturbate with a vibrator. She started to stroke my cock up and down, her hand a little sticky because of her excitement. “Oh, Professor,” she murmured, “you’re so big and hard.”

Sanjana was watching us intently, her fingers playing with her clit. “Look at that, you guys,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “Vicky’s hand is moving so fast, like a little bird.” Vicky giggled and said, “It’s your turn now, Professor.”

I took the hint and started to take my own clothes off. Vicky watched me, her eyes wide and hungry. She licked her lips when she saw my cock, which was standing tall and proud. Sanjana’s instructions were playing in the background, guiding us through every step.

Vicky took my cock in her hand and started to rub it softly. She was really enjoying herself, playing with me like I was a toy. “Oh, Professor,” she said, “you’re so big and strong.” Sanjana was watching us, her own hand moving up and down her toy, her eyes glued to the screen.

Without any indication, Vicky shoved my cock inside her mouth. I honestly wasn’t ready for it. It made me jump but it felt so good. Sanjana began shoving her dildo inside her pussy and moaned loudly.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” Sanjana said, watching us closely. “Keep going, Vicky. You’re doing great.”

Vicky’s eyes watered a bit as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. She was doing her best to make it all fit, but it was really big. I was so turned on by her trying. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and I could tell she wanted to make me happy.

Suddenly, Vicky turned to Sanjana and asked, “Can you tell me how to make him feel really good?” Sanjana’s smile grew even wider. “Of course, sweetie. Start by playing with his balls. They’re really sensitive.”

Vicky nodded and took my balls into her hand. She rolled them gently, looking at Sanjana for approval. “That’s it,” Sanjana said, her voice full of encouragement. “Now, take your other hand and stroke his cock.” Vicky did as she was told, her hands moving up and down my shaft.

I leaned back on the couch, enjoying the feeling of Vicky’s mouth on my cock. Sanjana told her to suck harder, and she did it. “Mmph,” I mumbled, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. Vicky’s cheeks were hollowed out as she took more of me in her mouth. Her hand was a blur as she jerked me off.

I couldn’t take it any further. So, I pushed Vicky away from me and grabbed her and placed her on the sofa. “Are you ready for this?” I asked both ladies.

Vicky nodded eagerly, her face flushed with excitement. Sanjana on the screen winked and said, “I’m always ready for a good time.”

Vicky lay down on the couch, her legs spread wide open, showing off her tight, pink pussy. She was really tiny, but she had a tight ass that looked like it could bounce a coin. Sanjana told her to touch herself, and she did, her fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Mmm, yes,” Sanjana said, her own hand working her clit faster. “Just like that. Now, tell the professor to put it in you.”

Vicky looked at me with those big, begging eyes and whispered, “Please, Professor. Put it in me.”

I was so hard, I could have pounded nails with my cock. I positioned myself between her legs and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy. She was so wet, it slid right in. “Ahh,” she moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure.

“Keep playing with yourself,” I told Vicky, as I started to move in and out of her. She nodded and went back to her own pussy, her fingers moving in circles around her clit. Sanjana was watching us, her own hand moving faster and faster.

“Look at me,” I said to Vicky, and she opened her eyes. They were glazed over with lust. She stared into my eyes as I fucked her, her chest rising and falling with every thrust. Sanjana was telling Vicky how good she looked, how much she enjoyed watching us.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” I grunted.

As I looked up at the screen, I noticed Sanjana had a massive dildo shoved up her ass, her cheeks stretched wide. “Wow,” Vicky exclaimed, “that looks intense!” Sanjana just moaned in pleasure, her eyes never leaving our own little show.

“You should try it, baby… there’s nothing like it…” Sanjana moaned to Vicky.

Vicky nodded eagerly, looking at Sanjana’s stretched ass cheeks, which were quivering with every thrust she gave herself with the massive dildo. “But, I’ve never done it before,” she whispered shyly.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I assured her, “I’ll be gentle.” I leaned over and kissed her neck, my hand reaching down to cup her firm, round ass. Her skin was so soft, and I could feel her heat radiating from her pussy.

Vicky nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as she slid a finger into her tight, puckered asshole. She gasped as she pushed it in deeper, her body tensing. Sanjana watched intently, her own hand now stroking her clit in time with my thrusts into Vicky’s pussy. “That’s it,” Sanjana said, her voice a breathy whisper. “Feel how good it feels.”

I leaned down and kissed Vicky, our tongues dancing together as our bodies moved in unison. Her hand was still on her ass, playing with her tight hole. “Mm,” she moaned, “I like it.”

Sanjana watched us with a grin, her hand moving faster on her clit. “Keep going, baby,” she encouraged Vicky. “You’re doing so well.”

After a few minutes of ravaging her pussy, I asked Vicky, “Are you ready for the real thing?”

“Yes, Professor,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With shaking hands, I grabbed a bottle of lube from my nightstand and handed it to Vicky. She squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers and began to gently rub it around her tight asshole. I watched, my cock throbbing with excitement. Sanjana’s eyes were glued to the screen, her breathing growing more ragged as she saw what we were about to do.

“Take it slow,” she instructed, her voice low and soothing. “Remember to breathe, baby.”

Vicky nodded, her face a mask of concentration as she eased my lubed-up cock into her tight asshole. She took a deep breath and let out a little whine, her body tensing around my dick. “Good,” I murmured, stroking her hair. “Just like that.”

Sanjana on the screen was watching us closely, her eyes hooded with lust. She whispered, “Look at that, you’re doing it,” as she stroked her own clit with one hand and her massive dildo with the other. She was really getting into it, her moans growing louder with every second.

Vicky was taking it slow, pushing my cock into her ass inch by inch. She was so tight, it felt like I was breaking a new toy. “Oh, Professor,” she whimpered, “it hurts a little.”

I told her to relax and breathe, and she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. Sanjana was giving us instructions, her voice like a sweet melody in the background. “Just keep going, you’ll get used to it,” she assured Vicky.

After a few light strokes, Vicky urged me to fuck her deeper as she had gotten used to it. Without further delay, I began to pound my long fat cock deep into Vicky’s tight asshole. After 30 minutes of straight hard penetration, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I released my entire load deep inside Vicky’s asshole.

As I examined her body, I noticed that she has cum as well because she had liquid oozing out of her pussy. And in the meantime, when I looked at the screen, I noticed Sanjana was sprawled out on the bed, her bottom end completely soaked in pussy juice.

“Looks like we both hit the jackpot,” I said to Vicky, who was lying next to me with her legs still spread wide open, my cum leaking out of her ass. She giggled and said, “Yeah, it was amazing.” Sanjana, hearing this, gave us a thumbs up from the screen, her chest heaving with every breath she took.

Vicky and I thanked Sanjana for the amazing virtual experience. She winked at us and said, “Anytime, guys. Just hit me up when you want more.” We laughed and promised we would.

After that, we exited the chat and both Vicky and I decided to clean up ourselves. Once all cleaned up, we pondered on what just happened. “Wow, that was wild,” Vicky said, still catching her breath.

“It sure was,” I agreed, a grin on my face. We both laughed, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

The end.

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Hey, this is Mahi, back with a new incident in my life. It has been quite a long time since I posted here. I’m currently 28, my stats are 34-32-36, and I have a height of 5 ft 10.

Before we start the actual story, I’ll give you a little background. I live with my boyfriend. We are in an open relationship and fuck around with others, I like tall men with big dicks, and I was trying to find someone who could fit in my category. Luckily, I found someone in the gym I recently joined.

I have been looking to join a gym for some time. But I wanted a hot trainer so it’ll motivate me to go there. I happened to find one such place near my flat. He’s 6ft tall with an amazing body and has an 8-inch dick which is thick and super veiny.

I joined the gym and asked the manager to assign him as my trainer. I started regularly going during the morning shift. I wore an oversized t-shirt along with joggers or track pants so that I didn’t look as appealing. For the initial 2-3 days, it was strictly a trainer-client relationship.

We still needed to break the ice. Towards the end of the week, he asked me why I had joined the gym. I said I wanted to take my mind off things and lose some calories at the same time. He said that with the figure you have, there are other ways you can easily lose those extra calories.

I replied that if only my bf were good enough for it, I might have never joined the gym. He wanted to enquire further, but I changed the conversation. This has been enough lies for now.

It was going well for the next couple of days, after which I started to lift a bit heavier weight. It was a bit difficult, so he started giving me support. In doing so, he started touching me.

The following week, he asked me if I could come at a different time for a week. He’ll be busy in the morning. I asked him what time it would be, and he said 2 pm. I thought for a moment and accepted.

The next day, when I went at 2 pm, the gym was empty. It was pretty much just the two of us there. Since it was just us, we started flirting around and touching. On Saturday, I decided that I’d take things a step further and wear a tight yoga pant.

It was leg day, and after we finished one set, I told him I’d use the restroom and come. I went inside, took off my panties, and came back, making sure a cameltoe was visible. I know he noticed it as he kept looking at it.

We increased the weight, and he stood behind me to give support. As we started doing that, I started to grind my ass on his crotch. Doing so several times made him hard, and once we kept the bar, I could see the bulge. I smiled at him, and we moved forward.

That particular day he took all the chances and kept rubbing his hands on my ass. I didn’t go to the gym the next week, telling him that I had some office work. But he texted me to come over and do some light training. I denied it. But due to this, we started conversing on WhatsApp daily.

Initially, it was just normal stuff, followed by some flirting and some double-meaning jokes. It gave me the idea that he was into me as well. That weekend, I sent him a few pictures of me in decent gym outfits and asked him which one I should wear on Monday.

He said any was fine. So I sent him a picture of me wearing a sports bra showing good cleavage. I asked him what if I wore this, and he instantly said yes to it.

On Monday, I wore that, and I could see his eyes light up. He made me do chest workouts that day and touched my upper chest on the pretext of fixing my posture. I started wearing little revealing outfits that week. He kept touching me, trying his luck. On Saturday I told him that I’d come at 2 pm.

Once I was in the gym, he excused himself. He rushed out to close the door and turn off the CCTV. By the time he came back from this, I had changed into a different outfit, which I had specially brought for him.

It was a co-ord set sports bra and yoga pants. I didn’t bother wearing panties. It was again leg day. During squats, we both started feeling and grinding each other. I was getting wet while feeling his thick dick on my ass. We moved to a different workout, and he kept touching my ass over and over again.

As we were getting close to the end of the workout, he sighed. I asked him what was wrong, and he said your ass is, I enquired him what’s wrong about my ass. He said he couldn’t spank it, and that’s wrong.

I laughed and said, “You never asked. I might have said yes.” He instantly asked me if he could, so I said he could do just one. He brought up a chair and asked me to lie on his lap. I did that, and he held me. He started moving his hands up my ass for quite some time.

I asked him if that’s what he was gonna do or spank. So he spanked me on my left ass cheek. He still held me even after that. I told him we were done with the deal. He said he thought it was one spank on each cheek and then spanked on the right side, too, and left me. Before the sexual tension grew, I left.

When I went back on Monday, things changed, and my trainer had become more touchy with me. This felt like he was in control. So, I scolded him for doing so and got the upper hand.

That’s all for this part, folks. Read the next one to find out how he got the better of me and fucked me in the gym. Till then, you can find me on [email protected]. I’ll be waiting for you.

Hello friends, I am Raj, and this story is something I have been wanting to share for a long time now.

I know all of you will agree that one of the best fucks a man can get is with a bhabhi. These young, sexy, married women are living the life set by society to serve their husband and his family while their own wishes and dreams get subdued. But whenever someone gives these bhabhis an avenue to express their sexuality, their desires, their hidden, pent-up emotions, they give the most passionate sexual experience a man can get. It is that raw desire for hard, wild sex and to pin them on the bed or bend them over a table and pump them again and again and again till they squirt their love juice on your face or cock.

I have had my encounters with these slutty bitches, but this story is a special one. I can feel the silky smooth feeling of her naked body as she falls on me or while I rub soap all over her wet body under the shower or her sexy lips sliding over my pre-cum leaking hard cock. Yes, this story is about my Sonia bhabhi, who was married to my elder brother, Alok.

My lovely readers, I am sure you would have come across multiple posts on Instagram showing a picture of a beautiful woman who is cooking yummy food in the day and in the second picture, she is a sexy bitch who lets you enjoy her sexy body as much as you want. Yes, we all desire to get a woman like that, but only a few lucky ones get such women.

My elder brother, Alok, was one lucky man to get Sonia bhabhi as his wife. It was an arranged marriage. Sonia bhabhi had done her BA and got married to him. At the time of the marriage, everyone would come and tell my parents how they got such a beautiful girl. Indeed, Sonia bhabhi was beautiful. A young 25-year-old girl at the peak of sexy youth. She was 5’6″, so fair that the makeup artist during the wedding said, “Didi, aapko makeup ki kya zarurat hai? Aap aise hi itni gori aur sundar ho.”

What she was saying is, “You are so beautiful and sexy, you hardly need any makeup.” Of course, she didn’t need any because at 5’6″, she was slim and so fair that her pink skin made everyone mesmerized by her beauty. Her big eyes and long, silky hair made everyone jealous of her. At that time, I wasn’t jealous of her. She was bhabhi, and I was so happy for her. You would see that I have not mentioned anything about her bust, but I will later.

So, they got married, and bhabhi was a dream wife and dream daughter-in-law. She would cook the most amazing food and take care of everyone at home. Within six months of marriage, I left for the US to work, and we used to talk over WhatsApp, and everything was just great.

Two years had gone by since the marriage, and my project ended. So, I came back to India. I came home and was staying there as I had taken leave for a while. It felt so nice to eat bhabhi’s delicious food. And after marriage, she had gained weight but not that much. I mean, she was the perfect figure any bhabhi would look for. So, it was Wednesday, and I was lying on the sofa when my dad came.

Dad: Raj, go take a bath. We need to go to the bank.

I was feeling lazy and said, “There is no water in my bathroom.”

Dad: Oh, go to Alok’s room and take a bath there. He must have already left for work.

I still didn’t get up. And after a couple more shouts from dad, I finally got up and decided to go to my brother’s room. As I reached his room, his door was just open. And as I was about to push it open, I could hear some giggling.

Bhabhi: Not now, everyone is at home.

Alok: Oh, you are my wife… let me taste you.

I was so shocked to hear this and decided to just peek in. What I saw was crazy. Sonia bhabhi was standing in a red petticoat just above her ass. Guys, it looked so sexy from behind. Her beautiful, sexy ass was just managing to hold her petticoat. And from there, a clean, naked view of her back. So smooth and creamy, with a few drops of water.

As my eyes kept going up, they stopped at the straps of her red bra. Her long hair was wet, and she had put it on the right side. Bhaiya was standing behind her, holding her by her waist and kissing her left neck from behind. I couldn’t see, but bhaiya was probably cupping her boobs from the front. And bhabhi was asking him to leave for work. Bhaiya bit her neck, and she moaned.

Oh fuck! It was such a slow, seductive moan. The moan of a sexy, beautiful woman who wants to be fucked but also feels shy because everyone is at home. Oh, I want to fuck such a sexy bitch when everyone is at home. She trying to stop me, but I would just hold her and fuck her and hear her slutty moans as her pussy gets pounded by a rock-hard cock.

Bhabhi: Ahhhhh… (slow moan) Alok, no, please. Papa, Raj, everyone is at home. Tonight, you can have me.

Alok: Ohh Sonia… when you take a bath, I really want to fuck.

And bhaiya squeezed her breasts so hard that bhabhi screamed. And I was so shocked that I fumbled and left. I went to my room and started to think about what I had seen. Bhabhi’s sexy, creamy back was visible, and her moans were so sexy. I hadn’t realized, but I was hard and went to my bathroom. And this was the first time I cummed thinking about my Sonia bhabhi. A thick, sticky load of cum went down the toilet without her even knowing.

I think each bhabhi should be given a weekly log of the number of times someone cummed thinking about her and the quantity in ml of the cum that went down the toilet instead of her beautiful lips (vertical and horizontal) of choice! I came out after half an hour and bumped into dad, and he shouted at me again. And I told him that bhaiya was in the room.

Dad: Sonia, come here.

Bhabhi: Papa, what happened?

Dad: Can you please take this idiot to your room and get him to shower as his bathroom is not having water.

Bhabhi looked at me. And she was wearing a sleeveless maroon blouse and red saree. And she smiled at me, “Raj, why aren’t you taking a bath? Go take it.” As I looked at her, I could only imagine her in a bra and petticoat. And it instantly rushed blood to my crotch, and my pole was hard as shit. I am not joking. I was looking at her but only imagining her in a bra and petticoat.

Bhabhi: Arrey Raj, what happened? Go take a bath.

Raj: Bhabhi, I am feeling so lazy.

Bhabhi came and held my hand and took me to her room. Oh, as she held my hand, I felt the soft, tender feeling of her fingers. I wanted her to touch me everywhere. My face, my thighs, my back – just about all over my body. Trust me, guys, if she inserted her soft hands in your underwear and caressed your cock, you would be in ecstasy. Your underwear would be tight. And with nowhere to go, she would just put her palm on your hard cock, slowly caressing and stroking all the while the sweat of your crotch mixed with pre-cum covering her fingers. I would love it if she took it out and licked her fingers with her tongue, looking at me. I hadn’t realized I was again lost in my thoughts.

Bhabhi: Raj, where do you keep disappearing in your mind? Go take a bath. Hot water is also coming.

I finally gained sense and went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. And why is it that the universe was hell-bent on making me get dirty thoughts about my own bhabhi? First, I see her in a red bra and petticoat. Then, she holds my hand and pulls me to her bedroom. And now, I find her white bra and panty hanging. Fuck! Those cups were covering those soft, fleshy breasts that any man would love to squeeze and squeeze and then slowly suck them, making sure they are covered with saliva with an occasional bite on those perky pink nipples.

I took that bra and felt it and smelled it and rubbed that silky pad of the bra all over my cock, till I took that white panty that had absorbed the whole day’s sweat, drops of pee, and possibly squirt juices of Sonia bhabhi. All absorbed in that narrow part of the panty that covers the love hole. My hands trembled as I went to smell. And I cannot tell you how sexy that smell was. It was a body smell that makes you want to lick the real thing and taste it. And that’s why you see men spreading the legs and using their tongues to lick that beautiful love hole full of juices. I was in my fantasy land, and someone knocked on the door.

To be continued…

Ayush was coming back from his long voyage at sea. As an engineer, he used to spend more than half a year at sea and then go back home for the rest of his time. Having landed in Mumbai late afternoon, he felt an extreme excitement brewing in him.

After a hell of a voyage, he was back in India to chill, relax and spend time at home.  Ayush called an Uber to load his bags. He sat back and relaxed, reminiscing about the time before he left his home and his wife, Naina.

Ayush and Naina got married a year prior to his last voyage. They had met up on a matrimonial site and had a typical arranged/love marriage. They had met up and liked each other. They discussed, at length, how and what kind of future they wanted.

Both, being pretty open-minded, had gone out for dinner dates, got drunk and even had sex multiple times. Both were good at it and loved being in each other’s arms. They felt more connected to each other more than ever. Soon, the families met up, and everything was decided.

The marriage was a quick and easy affair, after which Naina got a job in Mumbai, and both of them moved there. Ayush was a decent enough looking guy, Fair, 5ft 8, average body, a regular at the gym, and an average 6-inch dick, but quite thick.

Naina, on the other hand, Ufff, was a beauty. 5ft 5, Dusky Skin tone, perfect curves at the right places. Her 32Cs and amazing bubble booty would make heads turn. She was soft-spoken and kind-hearted and had fallen in love with Ayush and vice versa.

It wasn’t long before Ayush had to go back on the ship. Their dream marriage turned into a long-distance one. Even through the long distance, they kept talking to each other. Eventually, they found their lust for each other to increase as the days progressed.

The normal talks turned into sexts, which turned into sending nudes and masturbation videos. With the passing of each day, they explored new kinks. They shared everything they wanted to try out. Both of them kept wondering where these feelings were when they were together at home.

They felt connected now more than ever and were. Both of them loved how easy it was to share their deepest desires without being judged. Ayush reminisced about all these thoughts. He sat in the cab, making his dick hard, straining it against his jeans.

He had already informed Naina of his landing and him leaving the airport. Naina was overjoyed. She felt a sudden wetness in her pussy. She wanted to surprise Ayush, and she had already visited a spa a day prior and had her body waxed. She got a bikini wax as well.

This time, she wanted to give her husband a welcoming surprise. Naina put on her sexiest lace lingerie. The tiny lace bra squished her boobs together, forming a deep cleavage, the bra straining, barely able to contain her boobs. She wore a matching lace thong.

She was worried the wetness down there might leave stains on the expensive lingerie. “Hell with it,” she thought. Then proceeded to put on the Sluttiest makeup. The dark eyeshadow and red lipstick made her look like a complete package, a package her husband would unwrap and pound all night, she hoped.

She then made two shot glasses ready, poured some vodka, and downed a shot, playing light music. She loved prancing around the house in her sexy lingerie, which made her feel like a slut, waiting for her master. She then wore a tightest maroon one-piece, which showed just a hint of her bums.

Seeing herself in the mirror made her look satisfied, just the way she wanted.
With each passing moment, the wetness in her little pussy grew more and more, almost leaking out of her. Yes, she loved her husband a lot, but today, all of it was taken over by lust.

She had almost forgotten how amazing his dick felt in her. She had gotten desperate to have him in her. She was ready to pounce on him the second he entered the apartment but decided to tease Ayush as much as possible. She knew her husband very well.

If she edged him right enough, he would go crazy and pound her good, pumping all of his cum in her sweet juicy pussy. She had even more things planned for her husband. She smiled to herself just thinking about them.

Ayush, on the other hand, was getting desperate, too, in the slow-moving traffic. He couldn’t wait to get home and hold Naina in his arms, not knowing what she had planned for him. Of course, he knew they would be having sex right away, laughing at himself for thinking otherwise.

He knew it would be a wild evening and an even wilder night. Since they were married, they had stopped using protection, not because they were keen on procreating but just because the sheer rawness of it was exciting to both of them.

Ayush reached below their apartment in a while, a bit late in the evening. He texted his wife about his arrival. Climbing up the stairs, he felt eager to see his wife now more than ever. The wait was finally over, and the enjoyment was beginning.

The door was opened the moment he rang the bell, and his jaw dropped. There stood Naina, who looked like a goddess in front of him. He stood still, just taken aback by her attire. He looked at her from head to toe and with every passing second, his lust for her increased.

He stood still at the door, not being able to say anything, his heart pounding. Just the reaction Naina expected. “Mission Accomplished,” she thought to herself. She pulled him in with his bags, shutting the door behind him. Ayush was still shocked, barely moving and just following instructions.

Naina then pushed him against the wall and, before even saying a word to him, proceeded to kiss him deeply. Ayush reciprocated. Their tongues met, wrestling each other for control. Their hands explored each other’s bodies like never before.

Naina broke off the kiss a few minutes later and, coming back to her senses, pushed him aside. She pulled him by his hand, guided him to the bathroom, and told him to have a bath before anything in an assertive tone. “Yes, Ma’am!” Ayush said, stepping inside and undressing himself.

He had a shower, cleaned himself from head to toe, and checked himself out in the mirror. He loved what he saw. His butt was clean, knowing his wife loved to grab it and spank it and even more if she got horny enough. He stepped out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist, drying his hair.

Naina saw how he had lost weight while on the ship and showed a hint more of muscles. Her lust was at its peak, but somehow managing to control herself, she got the shot glasses to him. Both of them downed a glass together. Naina turned around to keep them on the dinner table.

As she turned around, Naina felt two strong hands around her waist. A soft moan escaped her mouth, she wanted to tease Ayush as much as possible, but it was going to be difficult with his hard dick poking into her ass. Ayush had already dropped the towel and was standing nude behind her.

Naina clenched the chair hard. She felt herself melting in his arms. Ayush, sensing this, moved further and pushed her long, beautiful hair to one side. Naina felt his warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and lay her head back on his shoulders, just enjoying his touch.

Ayush gently kissed her shoulders, then moved onto her neck. Naina felt the zip of her dress going down and slipping off her shoulders. Ayush pulled Naina’s dress off her body, which was lying crumpled around her feet. Ayush turned her around, grabbed her hair from her back, and gently tugged it, kissing her neck.

Naina, getting wetter by the second, found herself going weak in her knees. She was breathless, losing control of his strong touches and now only wanting to be dominated by her husband. With all her might, she pushed Ayush back, trying to catch her breath.

Ayush came to his senses and saw the beauty standing in front of him. He now noticed the tiny lace bra, just barely managing to hold her boobs. The skimpiest matching thong, her smooth, soft skin glowing in the dim yellow light. Ayush could feel the animal within him trying to come out, his dick clearly thinking.

“Man, this girl, she got herself ready for me,” he felt amused, realizing her teasing. Ayush and Naina’s eyes met each other’s gaze. No words were spoken between them. Naina’s eyes begged to be made a submissive little slut which Ayush easily understood.

Naina noticed Ayush had cleaned up nicely. She noticed his dick was rock hard, harder than usual and felt thicker. She decided to tease him a bit more. She pushed Ayush onto the sofa and proceeded to turn around and seductively bend over, showing him her majestic booty, through which the thong disappeared.

She walked over to the table, grabbing the bottle of vodka. Of course, the alcohol wasn’t needed at all, but it surely made a difference. She then poured a shot, bringing it to Ayush. She took the glass and took a swig, keeping the vodka in her mouth.

She proceeded to kiss Ayush deeply, pushing all the vodka into his mouth. Ayush, presently taken aback by this action, wanted more. They shared two more shots like this each. Naina was now sitting on his lap with both her legs to either side, feeling his dick against her little belly, both of them kissing deeply.

Naina, now tipsy as hell, stood up, unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Then, she proceeded to strip to her birthday suit, slowly sliding her panties down to her knees. That was the last surprise needed for Ayush, seeing her clean waxed pussy, to get the animal out of him.

He got up and held her tight, picked her up and threw her on the sofa. He held her hair and guided his dick to her mouth. Just what Naina desired and submitted to whatever was happening to her. Her mouth opened on its own to take his dick in, swirling her tongue around its mushroom head.

Ayush now mad with lust, slowly started thrusting deeper and deeper. Trying to drive the entire length of his member down Naina’s throat. Naina, too, opened her eager mouth and closed her eyes just like a submissive little slave. Trying to swallow his dick as much as possible.

Ayush was moaning hard, going faster and faster, gagging Naina. Spit now drooling from her mouth to Ayush’s balls, down onto her tits. Ayush took out his dick now entirely and smacked her lips with it. He held her hands on top of her head and placed his balls in her mouth, which Naina eagerly sucked on.

Naina found her pussy getting wetter, almost like a fountain gushing out, after feeling her mouth being used by Ayush. Ayush pushed his dick into her mouth again. Naina sucked it even harder. He started grunting. His pelvis moved up and down, aiding Naina’s movements.

Ayush grabbed her hair tight and drove his dick down Naina’s throat. Soon, Ayush’s thrusts got slower and eventually came to a halt. He pushed his rod deep down Naina’s throat. His balls pressed against her chin. A huge load shot into Naina’s mouth. Ayush’s legs trembled as his dick unloaded into her mouth.

Naina felt the thick creamy cum down her throat and swallowed as much as she could. The rest drooling out, almost having an orgasm of her own without even touching herself. Ayush was quick to react. He licked it all clean, tasting his salty cum.

He kissed her, pushing the rest in her mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. Naina’s face had turned red, and her eyes were nearly popping out, her perfectly done makeup ruined. Naina wasn’t able to breathe. She gasped and coughed. Ayush didn’t wait for Naina.

Catching hold of her legs, pulled her, laying her flat on her back and opening her legs wide. He was absolutely in beast mode the second he saw her clean waxed smooth pussy, wet like a waterfall, waiting to be devoured. Before Naina could gather herself, Ayush had already placed his lips on her pussy.

He started lapping up all her juices like a mad dog. His grip on her was stronger than ever. His hands found their way to her tits, her tender nipples, pinching them softly while planting soft kisses along her pussy lips. Naina, now squirming under him, her legs locked behind Ayush’s head.

She was moaning like anything. Ayush started tracing circles around her pussy and eventually found his way to her clit, flicking it teasingly with his tongue. That was enough for Naina to go over the edge as she started moaning louder and louder, her hand pressing her breasts.

The other holding his hair and pushing him deeper in her pussy. Her juices mixed with Ayush’s saliva flowing from her pussy lips to her soft, puckering bootyhole were enough to lube it up. Ayush brought his hand down to her pussy, gently pushing her lips apart and caressing it from top to bottom.

He spat more on his fingers and pushed one finger in slowly while he kept sucking on her clit. He was surprised at how easily it went in, first one, then a second. His other hand now her ass. Naina knew what was coming and just let it happen. He slowly pushed one finger into her asshole, gently widening it.

His finger now reaching the depths of her bootyhole, “Someone’s been a Naughty girl and has been practising on herself!” he exclaimed. Naina had never felt so full before. Two fingers in her pussy while one in her ass was sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Ayush’s tongue and mouth worked their magic on her clit. Naina was now squirming and moaning hard on top of her voice. “Oh… fuck… fuck,” she moaned louder as she found herself nearing an orgasm. Her moans filled the entire apartment and probably echoed through the whole neighbourhood.

Ayush noticed her body tightening up and continued with his pace, finally sending Naina over the edge. Waves after waves of pleasure hit her body as she orgasmed. Ayush released her from his grip and watched her squirm and moan in pleasure, still continuously working on her clit and lapping up her juices.

Naina held his head, pushing him deeper between her thick thighs, almost suffocating him. She pulled him up and started kissing him, tasting her juices. Ayush picked her up in his arms. Naina loved the way their skin touched each other, and the contact gave exciting pleasure to both of them.

Naina could feel Ayush getting hard again. His dick began poking at the entrance of her love hole. Heat radiating from their bodies, the smell of sweat intoxicating. Ayush carried her to the bedroom as Naina clung to his body, wanting never to let go.

Ayush dropped her on the bed and lay flat on his back beside her. His dick was still wet, with juices pointing straight up to the ceiling. In an instant, Naina knew what he intended and got on top of him, her pussy planting straight on his face. She tied her hair in a loose bun and lowered her mouth, engulfing his rock-hard member in one swift go.

Ayush was not far behind. He held her huge ass and spanked it hard, echoing throughout the apartment. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy again, making Naina squirm and moan. Naina licked and sucked his dick hard from top to bottom, making herself gag on it.

Saliva drooling from her mouth to Ayush’s balls and his little unexplored asshole. She spat some more and grabbed his balls lightly with one hand and lightly massaged his asshole with the other. Ayush had never experienced this before.

Sending him into a frenzy, making him moan hard, which was muffled by Naina’s pussy in his mouth. Ayush grabbed her head from behind and started thrusting in and out of her mouth fucking it, using it. Naina felt like a slut, a whore, his whore ready to do anything he wanted her to do.

She gently indicated to Ayush to relax his ass, to which he obliged. Naina pushed her middle finger in his ass slowly and steadily. It was Ayush’s turn to squirm and moan hard now. He kept thrusting in her mouth while his ass was being fingered. Ayush couldn’t concentrate on Naina’s pussy.

Naina knew instantly and started grinding herself on Ayush’s face, pleasuring herself. With every inch of willpower, Ayush pushed her off himself and got on top of her, trapping Naina underneath. He held her hands on top of her head and positioned his rock-hard dick on her pussy, and started grinding on it.

Naina was shocked by the shift in control and all the grinding. She started to push her pussy up against his dick. Naina had reached her peak of arousal and couldn’t resist anymore. She wanted him inside. In a shaky voice, she pleaded, almost begged even, “Ayush, please fuck me, baby. Fuck me now.”

Just what Ayush was waiting for. He positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy once again and slowly pushed in. His thick dick stretched Naina’s pussy wide in a way it hadn’t been in a while. She let out a loud, satisfying moan. Her wait was over.

Ayush started slowly, thrusting in and out of the pussy he had yearned for. Soon he found himself pumping hard in her pussy while sucking on her huge tits, trying to take her whole tit in his mouth. Naina felt amused at Ayush’s eagerness.

She pushed her pussy up, matching Ayush in his thrusts. She felt her pussy leaking more as it clenched against Ayush’s dick. Ayush rolled over and got her on top of himself, grabbing her tits. Naina held his hands against her tits, grinding herself on his dick.

She could feel the entire length of it hitting her womb. She rode his dick like no tomorrow, grinding harder and faster, edging herself to orgasm. Ayush noticed it, stopped thrusting and got her off himself. Naina was pissed at having her orgasm rejected and wanted to pounce on him again.

Ayush pushed her against the wall, bent her over, grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back. He entered his dick in her wet, inviting, juicy pussy and started thrusting harder and harder, spanking her butt hard, turning it red. Naina’s huge boobs swung and smacked against her ribs.

Naina loved every inch of what she was getting. She asked Ayush to talk dirty to her. “You like it? You like my cock, you little tease,” Ayush roared. “You were waiting for this dick for a while, it seems. You are such a lovely little slut, my cock sucking whore. I’m going to use your pussy. Hell, I’m going to use all your holes day and night. I’m going to tie u up and fuck you raw and empty my cum in you every chance I get.”

“Yes, baby, I love your cock. Drill my pussy. Drill my pussy with your fat shaft. Fill me up,” Naina cried. Ayush began smashing her pussy hard. Her moans got even louder. “Fuck me, honey. Fuck me, do me like that. Do me hard, punish me, treat me like a bitch”

Ayush turned her around and pushed her on the bed and mounted her, and pushed his dick in her in one swift go.

“I love you,” Ayush moaned.

“I love you too, baby. I love you so so much,” Naina replied.

Ayush’s dick began to get stiffer. His thrusts were getting faster and more powerful. He was nearing his limit. Naina let go herself, nearing an orgasm. “Cum for me, baby, cum in my pussy, fill me up nice and good. Cum together with me,” she purred in his ear.

That’s all Ayush wanted to hear. Naina heard him grunt. His dick exploded inside her pussy and shot his entire load inside. Naina herself was having her orgasm, squirming wildly, both moaning loudly. She wasn’t on birth control. But at that time, the thought didn’t even cross both their minds.

When Ayush finally pulled out, some of his cum dripped out of Naina’s pussy and spread over her legs. It was massive. Naina had never had this much load oozing out of her hole before. Ayush lay on the bed next to her, both completely exhausted and dazed in ecstasy. They had been going at it for over an hour.

Naina lay next to him, resting her head on his chest and her leg across his waist. Ayush caressed her hair, and both fell asleep in each other’s arms, tired and satisfied. Finally United.