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I am V, 25. I come from an upper-middle-class family, have above-average looks, and stand at 5’7”. I’m not going to brag about my manhood; it’s average size – 5.8 inches long and 2.6 inches wide, full of nerves, with a small mole on the top.

I’m from northern Karnataka, now living in Bangalore and working at an MNC. City life feels loud most of the time, but somehow still lonely. The loneliness that creeps in after midnight.

Only because of loneliness did I register on this Kannada dating app. I didn’t expect much. I just wanted to talk to someone who understood the same language, maybe the same silences too.

And then I met Shreya. She was 26, her stats 30-28-32, with a dusky skin tone, yet one of the most beautiful women I’ve come across. She had a calm smile that made her profile feel different.

We started texting, and I never realised when we exchanged numbers — no effort, no small talk that dragged. We spoke about old songs, travel, our jobs, and even the strange comfort of chai on rainy nights, as both of us are from another city in Karnataka.

Two weeks in, one evening around 9 PM, she called me and said quietly, “I don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

She didn’t have to explain more. The city can get heavy sometimes. I told her, “If you’re comfortable, you can come by. (I didn’t have anything else in mind; I just wanted to spend time with her.) We can talk.”

She arrived later that night, around 10, as she stays in a different part of the city. (I got some chocolates of her liking from a particular place that happened to be near my home.) The lane outside my building was quiet, with only the sound of a stray dog barking somewhere far off.

When I went down to meet her, she was standing near the gate, her hair slightly messed from the ride. As I walked toward her, my heart was beating at 300 km/h. Being an introvert, this was like a dream for me.

My hands were shaking and sweating as I went for a handshake. She gave a side hug. It was the first time I’d hugged such a beautiful woman. She smelled like vanilla cake, and her hair was cold, as if struck by lightning.

We went inside. She sat on the couch, I prepared tea, and we talked. It felt easy, like we had known each other much longer than we had. Time slipped away. We laughed over old stories, complained about traffic, and somehow ended up talking about the people we used to be with and the things that still hurt.

I gave her the chocolates I’d gotten earlier, and she was really happy, giving me a small slap on the cheek.

When it got late, around 2:30 am, I told her she could take the master bedroom and that I’d sleep in the guest room. She hesitated, then said, “Can I sleep in your room instead? I don’t really want to be alone here.”

So we did. I really respected her, so I didn’t want to make it awkward by doing something that would make her uncomfortable.

The room was dark except for the dim light from the streetlamp outside. We lay side by side, talking quietly. There were long pauses between sentences, but the silence didn’t feel awkward — it felt warm. I was sleeping on the left side of the bed, and she was sleeping in the centre.

At one point, our shoulders brushed. Neither of us moved away. Then she turned slightly toward me, and her hair fell across my arm. She looked up, smiled softly, and said, “You’re easy to talk to, you know that?”

I smiled back. “You are too.”

(Until that point, I had never imagined her in a bad way; I totally respected her choice and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.)

There was a pause. I could feel her breath against my chest, and for a moment, everything outside that room just faded. Without saying anything, she rested her head against my shoulder.

My arm found its way around her, and she didn’t pull away. We stayed like that for a while — no words, just quiet breathing and the faint hum of a city that never really sleeps.

Eventually, she looked up again, and before I could think, we kissed. It wasn’t rushed or heavy — just soft, slow, the kind that feels more like a promise than an impulse.

When we finally pulled away, she smiled a little and said, “I don’t know what this means.”

I said, “Maybe it doesn’t have to mean anything right now.”

(I’m not the kind of person who is always horny and looks at women as sexual objects; for me, foreplay and the emotional connection give me more of a high than the actual penetration.)

She nodded and leaned back into my chest. I could feel her heartbeat — steady, strong, close. I remember thinking how strange it was that someone who was a stranger two weeks ago could now feel so familiar.

And here the action begins. Slowly, I started to suck her lower lip passionately, holding and pressing her neck. I never knew kissing someone could be this high. I can still feel her lips. Even she started to respond. Nobody was rushing things; we were being in the moment and enjoying it.

Slowly, I started to suck her tongue. She went mad, bit my lower lip, and there was a drop of blood. She licked it as if she were licking the tip of an ice cream cone. I never knew this sweet kind of pain.

And that’s it for today. I will continue with the remaining part in the next post, where I’ll write about how wild we were. Never in my imagination would I have dreamt of a night like that.

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Just a small note at the end – I live in Bangalore, and I am open to meeting new people, but I’m not interested in anything sexual.

I enjoy connection, conversations, and spending time together, but without taking things into that zone.

If you’re okay with that, I’m happy to meet.

Hello y’all, Sam here. Thanks for the feedback many of you dropped last time, and a couple of you who met me in this horrid, cold Bangalore weather. Time to narrate the rest of my good old story. But before that, read the first three parts and then jump on to this one.

After she left, I just sat blankly. I don’t remember what I was thinking; it was kinda strange. The condom wrapper lay between the couch cushions, and that seemed to laugh at me, “Abey!” Just like that, another round of distance started.

For three days, we didn’t speak. I heard her door. I heard her slippers. But we didn’t meet. The colony talk had moved on from Rudresh’s money problems.

Now they said his boss, Sharma Sir, had given him a good chance. A week-long work trip to Mysore. A reward, people whispered. I knew what it really was. A way to get him out of the house.

The night before Rudresh left, he came to my door. He looked tired. “Sam, son. I need a favour.”

“Anything, Bhaiyya.”

“This trip. Sir says it can mean a permanent job for me, so I have to travel. Can you just… be around? ”

“Okay, bhaiyya. No problem.”

He patted my shoulder, relieved. “You are a good boy.” Those words hurt.

The next morning, I stood on my balcony. Rudresh put a small bag in a taxi as he waved at me. He left with Ragini bhabhi staying there. She didn’t move for a whole minute.

Then she turned and looked up at me. No smile. No nod. Just a look that said everything. That night on my couch. The shame. The dread of the days coming. Then she went inside.

The first day was quiet. Second day, the trouble came. It was evening. I was trying to read but couldn’t. Then I heard that voice in the corridor. I got stiff. I went to my door and looked through the gap.

He was at her door, standing too close. His cheap shirt was tight on his big stomach. “Arrey, Ragini beti! Rudresh told me to see that you are not lonely, no? What a caring husband you have.”

I saw her in the doorway, blocking it. “I am fine, Sir. Thank you.”

“Nonsense! What is this ‘fine’? A young, beautiful flower like you, drying up alone?” He tried to look past her. “I brought some sweets. And some… special wine. Good for stress. Let me come in, we will have a small party.”

“I don’t drink, Sir.”

“Then today you will learn!” he laughed, like it was a great joke. He stepped forward, trying to push past her.

That’s when I opened my door. The sound was loud. They both turned.

“Oh! Saurav,” the boss said, his smile fading a little. “Still playing watchman?”

“Bhaiyya told me to help Bhabhi with any heavy work while he is away,” I said, walking over. I stood right between him and the door. “You have something heavy to move, Sir?”

His eyes got small. He was used to bullying Rudresh. But I was not his worker. I was just a tall, angry college boy.

“I was just keeping his wife company. Being a good friend.”

“That is kind,” I said, not moving. “But she was just saying she has a bad headache and needs to sleep. Right, Bhabhi?”

Behind me, I felt her shake. Then her voice was stronger now. “Yes. A very bad one. Thank you for coming, Sir.”

His face got red. He looked from her to me. His eyes were saying things he couldn’t speak. With a grunt, he pushed the sweet box at me. “Give her this. Tell her to take care.” He gave Ragini one last, long look. “We will meet again soon, daughter. When you are… feeling better.”

He walked away with heavy steps on the stairs. We stood there until we couldn’t hear him. The tight feeling didn’t leave. It got worse, now mixed with a new danger we shared.

I turned. Ragini was leaning on the door, pale, her hands white where she held it. The fear from before was back, bigger.

“He will come back,” she whispered, voice empty. “He does not give up.”

A crazy idea came to my head. “Then don’t be here.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Get your purse. And…” I looked at her saree. “Wear something plain. A salwar. We are going out.”

“Sam, I cannot just-”

“You want to be here when he comes back with more ‘wine’?” I asked, voice low. “He thinks Rudresh said it was okay. He will break you down. Come. Just for some hours. To breathe.”

Her face fought with itself. Duty against want. Fear against a small, scary hope. Finally, she gave a tiny nod. “Give me five minutes,” she said as she went inside her room.

She came out in a light purple salwar kameez, and my god, wasn’t she cute?

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere he would never look. Consider it a surprise, Bhabhi.”

I took her to Indiranagar to have some pizza. It wasn’t grand, but it had soft lights, wood seats, and no one we knew. Her eyes were big as we went in, seeing couples eating big, cheesy pizzas.

Bhabhi and I went to a corner *ahem ahem* for privacy. We got the menu, and funnily enough, she stared at it for a long time, like it was another language for her, with her basic control over English. “I have… never eaten this,” she said a few minutes later after looking at the images.

“Never had pizza?”

“Rudresh says it is junk food. Foreign nonsense.”

“Well, today, you decide,” I said.

She laughed and excitedly pointed at the plainest pizza there is, and her defence for that was “Let me try something plain.” Again, a funny scenario, but I obeyed my date’s order and called the captain to get us a medium Margherita and two Cokes.

When the pizza came, hot and smelling great, she looked at it with doubt and wonder. I showed her how to lift a slice, the cheese stretching. She copied me, and she took a small bite, chewed, and then her eyes opened wide. It was so cute to watch.

“Oh my goodness… Now I know why it’s good!”

“Accha, you like it, Bhabhi?”

“Very much,” and smiled like a baby getting a toy.

She gave me a genuine grin for the first time in weeks, and she looked all bubbly. Not gonna lie, that moment you know?

She started off taking it easy with the first couple of slices, but then she really got into the pizza. She was licking all the tomato sauce off her fingers, little thumb sucking. Watching her kinda made my mouth dry, and I wanted to enjoy as she did.

During this time, we had a good chat, not about Rudresh, or his boss, or the colony. We talked about silly things. The bad music is playing. The funny shape of a mushroom on her slice. The movies she liked as a girl.

For two hours, she wasn’t Ragini Bhabhi. She was just Ragini. A woman with a laugh like small bells and eyes that shone when she forgot to be sad.

Leaving, full and easy between us, we passed a shop with mannequins in Western clothes. Her eyes stopped on a simple black maxi dress. It was nice, sleeveless, with a small V-neck.

“You like that?” I asked.

“It is different,” she said, but her voice wanted it.

“Wait here.”

Before she could say no, I went inside. I bought it, guessing her size, not thinking. When I gave her the bag outside, she stared at it for a good whole minute, and that was a funny sight.

“Sam, no, I cannot-”

“It is a gift. For surviving your first pizza. And your worst boss.”

“But…”

“Just take it, Bhabhi. Please.”

She took the bag, holding it tight to her chest. The rumbles from the auto began to indicate that the journey had started. We didn’t speak much there, as I was lost in Ragini’s hair, flying waves that were making me melt. We had stolen a piece of a normal life. A date.

Back at the colony, we were careful, going in separately. An hour later, a knock came on my door. I went to the door, of course expecting Bhabhi, but when I opened it, my breath stopped.

She stood there, wearing the black maxi dress. It fit her like it was made for her. The cloth followed every curve. The V-neck was simple but showed the full, beautiful shape of her breasts pushing against the soft material. She had left her hair open, dark and falling on her shoulders.

She looked completely new. Not a traditional bhabhi. A stunning, modern woman. I got hard at once, painfully, against my jeans.

“You…” I swallowed. “You look…”

“Different,” she finished, coming inside without asking. She shut the door, leaned back against it as she stared with a blank eye at me. Now there was a slow, sure heat. “Thank you for today. For the pizza. For the dress. For… saving me from him.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Haan? I do. Because I am not saying thank you just for that.”

Another step. No space left between us. Her eyes went down to the clear bulge in my jeans, then back to my face. No act. No waiting.

“I am not running this time, Sam,” she whispered.

I held her face and kissed her. This wasn’t like the fast, messy kiss from before. This was slow, deep, full of all the wanting from the past days. She fell into it at once, her hands in my hair, a soft sound coming from her throat into mine. Her lips were sweet from the Coke.

I took my hands off her face and let them slide down her nice shoulders, feeling the border of her dress. It was very much intentional, and so when my thumbs inadvertently brushed the tops of her breasts, she cried out in my mouth. It struck me at that very moment that it was the only thing I needed.

I pulled the neckline down a little, and the dress slid, showing her simple white bra under. I opened it with shaky fingers, and her breasts came free. God. They were perfect. Full and heavy, with large, light brown circles and those long, dark pink tips I had only seen a little before.

They were already hard, tight with need. I wanted to play them with my hands, but my sucking kink made sure that I was using my mouth and tongue this time. And I jumped right into it. “Ah!” Her cry was sharp, her back coming off the couch.

I moved my tongue around the hard point, sucking hard, while my hand held her other breast, rolling the tip between my finger and thumb. She was moving under me, shaking a little, but gripping my back. I gave attention to one tit, then the other, biting soft, licking, loving them as she was breathing fast.

“Sam… please…”

I shifted while I was kissing her quivering stomach, and I was pulling the soft fabric of the maxi dress, which was going up her hips. She was totally naked from the waist down. Seeing her like that, completely naked and wet, her thighs opening up for me, it really made my head spin.

I did not hold myself back. I put my face between her legs, and I licked her. When she was coming down in between breaths, I went up her body again with my lips, her belly, her breasts, and at last her lips. When she tasted herself on me, it sparked something hot inside of her.

She was getting more and more turned on. The feeling was getting stronger; it was like it was burning inside of her and reflected in our room too. With a shy yet strong gesture, she flipped me over onto my back and came on top of me. Her breasts were bare and beautiful in the faint light.

She looked down at the clear bulge in my pants. Her hands, so sure a moment before, now shook as she opened my button and zip. She pulled me out, her eyes wide, seeing me, thick and fully hard. Her fingers were wrapped around me, her indiscriminate touch initially.

As she proceeded, her touch became firmer. It was very awkward and still new. But just the fact of Ragini Bhabhi being there, in that little black dress, giving me a handjob. It was nearly enough to make me cum right there.

Her eyes were locked with mine, full of desire and a slight nervousness. “Do you… “, she murmured, her voice so faint over my loud heartbeat. “Do you want me to… put it in my mouth? ”

The very shy and modest way in which the question was asked was the most sexually appealing thing I had ever heard. “If you only want to, ” I managed to say, my voice being a bit husky.

“I want to,” she said, but she looked scared. “I just… I never have. Rudresh, he never…” She didn’t finish, but she didn’t need to. The idea that her own husband never wanted this from her made me feel angry and protective.

“Hey,” I said softly, sitting up a little to move her hair from her face. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she insisted, her jaw setting with that familiar will. “I want to do this for you. I just… I’m scared I’ll do it wrong.”

An idea came to me. A way between her fear and our need. “Wait.”

I gently moved her off me and got up, taking my wallet. This time, my hands were steady. I took out a condom, opened it, and carefully rolled it onto myself. She watched, curious.

“There,” I said, lying back down. “Now you don’t have to think about taste or… anything. … whatever feels good to you.”

Understanding came to her face, then deep thanks. The barrier took away one layer of her worry. She bent down, her hair making a curtain around us, and softly touched the tip with her tongue. Then, getting brave, she took me into her mouth, over the rubber.

It was clumsy. She used too much teeth at first, then not enough pressure. Her rhythm was off. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the look of deep focus on her beautiful face, the feel of her warm, wet mouth around me, the sight of her bare breasts moving.

I guided her softly with my hands in her hair, not pushing, just showing her a speed. “Yeah… just like that… perfect, Ragini… so good.”

Hearing her name, not ‘Bhabhi’, seemed to open something in her. She got surer, taking me deeper, finding a rhythm that made my feet curl. Her newness was completely, totally sexy. I could feel the tightness building low in my stomach, a big wave coming.

“I’m going to cum,” I told her, my voice tight.

She didn’t pull away. She stayed there, eyes closed tight, taking me, taking all I gave until I burst with a deep sound, my hips coming off the couch, my sight going white at the edges.

I fell back. That is when she slowly pulled away from me. She sat up. Wiped her mouth with her hand. She had a look on her face, and she looked very happy about what just happened. Her face was red. She looked at the condom. Then she looked at me. A smile started to spread across her lips. It was a shy smile, but it was also very sexy.

Once more, she had done it. For herself. For me.

I brought her down beside me, holding her in my arms, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips. We lay there, sweaty and exhausted, and only our breathing getting slow was audible. The yellow light from the corridor window was cutting the floor, telling us it was still early in the night.

We had made our own world in this small, messy room. I looked at her, her head on my chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, her stunning body still half in that black dress.

The night was young. And it was going to be very, very long.

That’s for part 4 now, hopefully I’ll be free from work quickly and drop part 5. If you have any feedback or want to catch up somewhere in Bangalore, drop your texts to: [email protected]. Much love to y’all and looking forward to hearing from you!

Hello guys, mera naam Abhi hai. Main ek married bisexual banda hoon. Main apne bachpan ke doston ke saath sex karta tha aur unme se do-teen doston ke saath anal sex bhi kiya tha.

Woh sab main shaadi ke pehle karta tha, par shaadi ke baad maine bohot doston ke saath milna kam kar diya. Job aur family ke chakkar mein time hi nahi milta aur phir doston se doori ho gayi.

Chalo, doston ke saath sex ke kisse phir kabhi bataata hoon. Jo recently mere saath hua, woh bataata hoon. Yeh ekdum sacchi kahani hai – maine koi made-up story nahi bata raha hoon.

So, let’s begin.

Toh maine ek TV purchase kiya tha aur uske installation ke liye maine slot book kiya tha. Jis din ka slot book kiya tha, uss din meri family kuch function ke liye bahar gayi thi.

Toh, afternoon ka time tha aur TV technician ko thoda late ho gaya tha jo time diya tha usse. Toh main apni gym shorts aur vest mein phone scroll kar raha tha.

Scroll karte karte, reels pe kuch hot content dikha toh mera mood hua ki aaj ghar khali hai toh kuch gay porn dekhun. Toh main Chrome pe xHamster mein gay content dekh ke apna lund se khel raha tha aur meri gand mein khujli ho rahi thi ki bohot din hue anal sex kiye.

Porn dekhte dekhte aur khud ke body se khelte khelte kab waqt bita, kuch nahi pata. Phir doorbell baji. Phir kya… jo accha mood bana tha, woh kharab ho gaya.

Maine door khola toh samne TV technician khada tha. Khade kya… woh, uncle type the. Height thodi kam thi; upar ke baal gayab the aur moochhi thi.

Dekhne se South Indian type ke lag rahe the aur thode mote the – matlab tummy bhi thi. Maine unko andar liya ghar ke aur unhone kaam shuru kar diya apna TV installation ka.

Kaam toh bohot mast kiya aur kuch time baad unhone mujhe TV ko WiFi se connect aur password ka set karne bola aur kaha ki, “Apne mobile pe TV ka login karo… details fill karo.”

Toh unhone mujhse TV ko activate karne ke liye mera mobile manga aur maine mobile unko diya. Main bhool gaya tha ki activate karne ke liye Chrome browser use karna tha aur mera Chrome mein xHamster ke pages khule the.

Unhone khola aur sidha samne xHamster ka page open ho gaya. Toh woh mere paas dekhe aur smile kiye aur maine mobile screen pe dekha aur itni sharam aayi ki kya bataun.

Full embarrassing moment ho gaya. Woh uncle haste haste dusra page open kiya aur bole ki, “Beta, yeh sab dekhte ho toh close bhi kiya karo.”

Main sharam ke maare kuch nahi bol paya.

Phir unhone jo login/activation karna tha, kiya aur wapas same topic pe aa gaye. Aur baat karte karte paani manga. Maine unko paani peene diya toh woh paani piye aur bolne lage, “Aapko gay sex pasand hai kya?”

Aur tab main sirf shorts aur vest pe tha apne. Toh maine unko kaha ki, “Haan, thoda bohot pasand hai.”

Toh woh bole ki unko bhi ladke pasand hai. Yeh sun ke mera bohot mann hua ki unko hug karun, par main thoda sharma raha tha. Par mere body pe mera control nahi tha; mera lund dheere dheere tight ho raha tha.

Mere shorts pe ab clearly dikh raha tha ki lund tight hai aur main thoda chhupa raha tha. Toh woh uncle bole, “Are, chhupa kya rahe ho? Yeh sab natural hai.” Aur yeh kehte hi unhone mera haath pakda.

Ab meri heartbeat full tez ho gayi aur uncle mere face ke expressions dekh ke samajh rahe the. Toh uncle ne next move kiya aur mujhe mere lips pe kiss kiya.

Maine apni aankhein bandh kar li aur flow ke saath karne laga. Ab uncle mujhe hug kar rahe the aur main enjoy kar raha tha. Uncle ne mere shorts mein haath daala aur mere lund se khelne lage.

Uncle ne mere kapde nikale aur mujhe sofa pe baithne kaha. Uncle ne apne kapde nikale. Wo sirf apne rang ke underwear mein the. Ab uncle thode dominant se baat karne lage.

Unhone mera muh pakda aur apne underwear pe ragadne lage aur mujhe orders dene lage. Ab uncle ne mujhe unki underwear nikalne ko kaha aur main unki baat manne laga.

Uncle ka lund dekh ke main thoda hairan ho gaya. Uncle kam height ke aur mote the, par lund lamba, mota aur kaala kaala. Mere bhi muh mein paani aaya aur main uncle ka lund choosne laga.

Guys, unka lund choosne bohot maza aa raha tha aur uncle mujhe deep throat karne ke liye bol rahe the. Mujhe deep throat karne mein dikkat ho rahi thi, par uncle zabardasti mera sar pakad ke muh mein daal rahe the.

Jab poora lund gaya, toh uncle mujhe choke kar diya. Oh God! I was unable to breathe but it felt so good!

Fir maine uncle ko bedroom mein chalne kaha. Toh uncle hasne lage aur bole, “Ab ekdum randi jaise behave kar raha hai.”

Maine uncle ko bed pe sulaya aur suck karne laga. Kuch time baad uncle ne mujhe ulta sulaya aur meri gand se khelne lage. Gand mein ungli daal ke dekha toh ungli andar gayi.

Mujhe thoda pain bhi hua kyun ki bohot time hua tha gand marwaye hue. Ab woh dheere dheere fingering karne lage. Ab thodi gand loose ho gayi thi aur uncle ne do ungli daali; phir teen, aur meri gand mast kar di.

Uncle ne mujhe oil laane ko kaha aur maine uncle ko oil di. Uncle ne meri gand ko mast oil laga ke wet kiya – full oily. Phir unhone mujhe kaha ki, “Mera lund ko oil laga ke thoda massage karo.”

Maine waisa hi kiya. Aur uncle ne mujhe ulta letaya aur unka kaala mota lund meri gand ke opening pe rakha aur bola, “Deep breath karo aur loose chhod.”

Unhone jo bola, maine waisa hi woh kiya. Aur uncle ne ek jhatka maara aur unka lund ka topa meri gand ke andar chala gaya. Mujhe pain ho raha tha.

Maine uncle se bola ki, “Please… dheere se… pain ho raha hai…”

Par uncle ne mujhe shant kiya aur kaha, “Start mein pain hota hai… phir maza bhi aata hai.”

Aur uncle ne ab dheere dheere andar-bahar karne lage aur mujhe thoda sukun mila.

Ab uncle poora lund gand se bahar nikalte aur andar dalte. Meri gand ab loose ho chuki thi aur main enjoy kar raha tha. Kuch der uncle ne kiya aur mujhe doggy position lene ko kaha.

Maine mana nahi kiya – ab toh maza aa raha tha. Uncle ne fast pace pakda aur speed se karne lage. Uncle jaise mujhe chod rahe the, waise hi meri gand pe spank kar rahe the.

Meri gand pe maar maar ke laal kar diya thi. Aur uncle ne ek last push diya aur poora uncle ka maal meri gand mein khali kar diya.

Ab hum bed pe pade the kuch time ke liye. Phir hum fresh hue ek saath washroom mein aur maine unko mast blowjob diya aur unhone mere muh mein maal choda.

Jaate jaate uncle ne mujhe apna number diya aur apne room ka location diya, jo mera ghar se 5-6 kms ke range mein hi tha.

Main thak gaya tha, par khush bohot tha. Maine unka naam mobile mein save kiya aur next meetup ke baare mein sochne laga.

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The story will be narrated from the husband’s footsteps.

My wife Nidhi’s comments that night, “I am yours, am only yours, Raghav. You are mine, and I will always be yours.” These were running in my head while she walked ahead of me on the 9th floor of the luxury hotel.

My eyes glance at the locked room 9**, where Madhan is waiting to fuck the just-shaved pussy of my wife. Just the thought made my cock twitch inside my pants.

Nidhi, with no inkling, walks excitedly ahead with a bag packed with a transparent white shirt, pants, and a black thong. This was my all-time favourite fantasy to watch Nidhi in such a sexy attire.

I re-glance at the door of Madhan and then Nidhi’s round, swaying ass cheeks. Will I be able to tolerate Madhan’s hard spank over my wife’s bubble, shiny, shaking ass cheeks? My dick turns into a rock. It was thick and hard with just the thought of her white, round ass cheeks turning red by Madhan’s spanks.

As we reach the main door of our room, my phone vibrates with a message from Madhan, “Did you guys check in?” Handing the room key card to Nidhi, I reply, “Yes, Madhan. Reached the room now.” Unlatching the door, I watch my wife’s excited laughs.

I notice her thick, juicy lips as the words come out of them, “Hey, Jacuzzi, thank you, love.” My heart skips a beat imagining those red lips circling a stranger’s dark cock and hungrily sucking the juice out. My hard dick continues to stay solid.

Nidhi looked mouth-wateringly stunning. I controlled myself from touching my hot wife, Nidhi. For the past few days, as per Madhan’s plan, I had controlled myself by just teasing my wife by leaving her craving halfway.

Like kissing and breaking the kiss halfway, touching her monstrous, round boobs, and leaving before sucking, most importantly, I abstained from fucking her from that night. Every passing day, I could notice her cravings climbing the ladder for pleasure.

Nidhi jumps onto the bed with her soft humps, jiggling. Her hefty, round boobs and her thick ass, hungrily inviting to be caressed. I too was wildly tempted to get hold of those soft curves of my own craving wife. However, I continued to control and ignore her lures. I was still worried, what if Nidhi revolts?

Today is the day my wife will be swallowed by a stranger in front of my eyes. Today is the day my wife’s pussy would feel a cock and might spill a fountain of juices to the new rod. My wife’s boobs would be devoured with marks of sucks and hard squeezes.

Jumping out of bed, Nidhi hugs me tighter with her soft boobs smashing against my chest. Her sexual hunger blasts out.

At that instant, I felt a strange self-doubt about my decision. Do I have to do this? Is it wrong? Can I take my wife being animalistically claimed by a stranger, that too in front of my own eyes? Will I be able to digest his cock reaching new depths of her delicate pussy?

I place a hand over her soft back and hug her lightly. I shake my head, clearing the self-doubt and telling myself, “This is just for one time and one time only. I will do this, no matter what. With no clue of how my wife would respond, I hint to her to start the game.

My appealing wife, Nidhi, holds the bag with a shy smile. She warns me to look away while she changes into the shirt. I smile, turning away, I text Madhan, “My Nidhi is ready for you, Madhan. I feel both excitement and jealousy seeing the mouthwatering and fountain emoji reply from Madhan.

I sneak and watch the creamy and soft body of Nidhi in the transparent white shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra. Oh god, she looks like a ticking bomb ready to explode. She catches my sneaking, “Raghav. Please wait,” and rushes into the washroom with Jacuzzi excitedly.

The Previous night, as Madhan told, I played a hot movie with multiple explicit banging scenes on the TV. I made Nidhi sit next to me and watch the complete film. Most scenes were sudden pop-ups and merciless loud-moaned bangings.

A wife’s affair scene where she sucks a stranger’s cock. Her husband watches them from behind, and he massages his cock. I was scared to watch such scenes with my wife until that night. But Madhan made me do this. After the movie, Nidhi was horny.

I acted tired and asleep. I noticed my wife hugging me, then turning away, and restlessly rolling around the bed. She hadn’t slept properly that night.

At midnight, I announce in her ear, “Tomorrow, I want to fuck you. I want you to express your horny side. We are going to a hotel. She questioned, “Why hotel? You can have me here itself. I replied, “There is a surprise. Promise me. You will enjoy it to the fullest and never remind me about the day, too.

Confused by my midnight talks, and at the peak of her hunger, she cluelessly promises me.

Now.

I unlatch the main door and ring up Madhan’s room from the landline, asking him to come. In no time, Madhan walks in with a smile and latches the main door. Placing a pack of condoms and two chocolate bars on the bedside table, he sat next to me. My heart skips a bit when my wife unlatches the bathroom door.

Her soft, bare hands stretch out of the door. Her shiny, polished fingers invite me in. I watch Madhan and rush into the bathroom. Oh heavens, she has spread some fragrance around the big washroom and lit a few thick candles.

The Jacuzzi is filled up. My hottie Nidhi was standing pantless, displaying her back to me. Her curves were prominent in the transparent white shirt. “Oh, Nidhi, you are looking damn hot, I comment. I inch closer to her.

Me: “I want you to close your eyes, honey. Don’t dare to open until I say so.
Nidhi: “Oh, Mr Raghav. What are you gonna do to me?”

Me: “Whatever it is, you have to surrender your whole body and enjoy this moment.”
Nidhi: “This body is yours and yours to be eaten, Honey Raghav.”

In a few seconds, as if through some cue, Madhan steps into the washroom. Madhan’s devil eyes watch my Nidhi like a prey. I could make out that Madhan’s mouth would be oozing with saliva, watching such a pretty, soft girl ahead, waiting to be devoured.

Madhan shushed me with a finger on his lips and circled my wife, Nidhi, scanning her whole body with his eyes, spending time on her juicy, firm boobs and thick white thighs. “How much longer?” Nidhi asks. “Please, honey, don’t open until I tell.

Madhan pulls the collar of her shirt slightly low and places a kiss on the back of her neck. Oh god, I could notice goosepimples on my wife’s milky body. She breathes, “Ah, Raghav. What are you up to today?” Madhan places another kiss on the same spot, but this time his lips linger longer on her neck.

Madhan kneels behind her back and places a kiss on the back of her thigh. Oh god, my dick has skyrocketed and was tearing out of my pants. Madhan’s lips gently sucks the white back of her thigh one after another. “Ah, she moans in pleasure.

Madhan signals me to instruct her to turn around. Me: “Nidhi, slowly turn around. Nidhi, with a cute smile, turns around like a model in a dress shop. Madhan shows his hands raised. I hold Nidhi’s hands and raise them above her head. She looks like a sculpted goddess.

Her small, erect dark nipples were poking through the transparent shirt. The shirt showed the round curves of her boobs neatly. I adjust my erection in my pants. Madhan’s horny eyes continue to capture the beauty of my wife’s sexy hourglass body.

Madhan signals again. I brush my index finger slowly, travelling from her forehead around her chin, “Ah, Raghav,” she moans. Drawing the finger to her neck and slightly over her boobs, over the shirt. When my finger reaches the belly, Madhan signals to her belly button.

My finger circles a few rounds and then enters her belly button, “ahhhh. Nidhi grabs my hair. My finger spent some time on her belly button and slowly reached the waist of her pants. I gently brush over the panties running around the pussy.

Madhan shakes his head. I quickly move my finger away from her pussy. Nidhi clasps my hair tighter, furious with me for leaving her pussy unattended. I still move away from her clasp. Madhan informs me and gently places a kiss on her thick, juicy lips.

Madhan then locks his lips and aggressively starts to suck her lips. He even cups her ass cheeks while sucking her lips. Nidhi opens her eyes and pushes him away, Raghav. She watches me with bulging eyes.

Until the next part.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

It was March 2015. My Son was a normal 19-year-old, full of energy and life. Our farmhouse was close to the wilderness and a mountain range. He loved camping and hiking, but this year we didn’t get a chance to go on our family trip due to the tight schedules and fatigue that comes with work.

I could tell that my son Abhi was depressed as he was looking forward to this trip. My son and I have always been close. I’d wake him up every day, and I’d kiss and hug him with a kiss on his forehead before he slept. He is tall, muscular and handsome.

But don’t get me wrong, I’ve never sexually perceived him; that’s just gross.

About me, I’m Priya. I’d classify myself as an attractive woman. I have big, firm tits and an elegant, well-rounded mommy type arse with long black hair, average height and weight.

One day, it was just Abhi at home. While he sat having his breakfast, I decided to cheer the lad by dropping a little surprise.

Me: Morning, honey!

Abhi: Hey, Ma.

Me: Hmm, how about going on a camping trek near our farm?

Abhi: OMG! You serious? Do you think Dad will we ok with that?

Me: Why won’t he?

Abhi: I mean, won’t he say it’s too dangerous for a woman and a kid to go alone and all that?

Me: I’ve already had a chat with your father, and he is cool with that. But I figure without his overprotectiveness and condescending tone on everything, you and I could have a pretty good time. So, are you game or what?

Abhi jumped up from his seat without finishing his breakfast. He kissed my cheek and took off to his room, saying, “I’m going to start packing right now”

I was packed and ready to go, so I shouted, “We can leave as soon as you are ready, beta” In the next hour, we were on the road. It was cold outside, but perfect for camping.

In about four hours, we reached our spot and got out. Abhi gathered our equipment while I sorted a quick snack for us. We had packed pretty light, just the sleeping rolls, a small tent, cooking supplies, torches and fishing gear.

Everything was packed nicely in our backpack, and we hiked for about 2 hours and noticed it was getting cloudy. No surprise, in moments it started pouring and we decided it’s best to pick a spot to make camp. The temperature was freezing (at least it felt that way).

Our hands were hurting from the cold. By the time we got to the tent, neither of us had a dry spot on us. We were soaked, exhausted and shivering. I was lost in getting the tent set up.

I didn’t realise that my sleeping roll had been washed down the hillside. Abhi’s roll was the only thing we had that was close to dry.

With a shivering voice, I said

Me: Abhi, turn around for a minute, I need to take off my clothes and hop into the sleeping bag to dry off and warm myself.

Abhi swivelled around and probably imagined me getting undressed. Well, at least he must have heard my wet clothes plop in a pile as I removed them. I don’t know why I thought this. Maybe it was the cold, and my thoughts were not matching the moral standards for a mum.

Once I sorted myself into the sleeping bag, I asked Abhi to do the same. He was hesitant, then I said, “Come on, you’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes, so hurry!” As Abhi started to strip, it dawned on me that he was about to get into the sleeping bag next to my naked body.

I don’t know if it was the cold that was making him shake or the same thought that we would be naked next to me. Suddenly I realised I was staring at him and I got back to my senses and said, “Hurry up and get those wet clothes off! The only way we will survive this night is with our bodies”

Abhi knew what I said was logical and not perverse. At this altitude, the temperature will drop further, and we were both experienced enough to know how to survive. He quickly slid his undies off, tossing them in a pile of other clothes.

I then unzipped the bag, showing off my hard nipples as if they were staring back at him. I then slid over as much as I could, but the bag was only built for one person. Abhi got inside and had his boner against me.

I’m sure the last thing he wanted was to rub his boner down the entire length of my body while he settled inside. He tried, but the problem was that there was no way we would fit like that in one bag, so I flipped over onto the other side, facing away from him. “There. Now lie next to me, facing me I said.”

That was the only way, honestly. Abhi continued to struggle getting inside the bag. He had to grab me and pull himself down into it. I could sense his fear as his dick was pressed into my upper back. I could say it wasn’t hard (thank god), he was way too cold for that, I guess.

I didn’t say a word as he continued to slide further into the sleeping bag. The whole time, his dick and balls were rubbing my back. As soon as Abhi’s dick reached my arse, I got quite a surprise when it slid along my butt cheek and the crack of my ass.

I couldn’t stop and ended up giggling a little bit to lighten the mood. He was finally all the way in the bag and whispered, “Sorry for the trouble, Mom.”

Me: Ah, don’t be silly, it’s my own fault that my roll got washed away, and who cares, you don’t have anything new that I haven’t seen before.

I was still shivering badly. I noticed Abhi was running his hand up and down on my arm and shoulder, trying to keep me warm. I reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it on my chest. I could hear his heart skip a beat as I placed it between my tits.

I then said, “Abhi, hold me tightly against you, it’s the only way we will be warm,” and he gladly obliged. His hand was all around my chest while he tried not be obvious. But now and then, he cupped my entire breast in his hand. He then ran his hand from my neck down to my stomach and back up again.

We were pressed tightly against the full length of our bodies. After about 20 minutes, I finally stopped shivering a little, but asked Abhi to keep holding me. I’m sure Abhi noticed it. Every time his hand pressed over my tits, the nipples were hard as rocks.

I twitched several times when his fingers flicked over them. I know Abhi was freezing too, but I’m also sure he was having the time of his life. Something started to stir down below. He stopped rubbing me with his hands and froze. I could feel his dick getting hard.

I could almost imagine him freaking out that I’d be grossed and angry. His dick was pressed into my ass cheek, which was still wet but warm. He was probably hoping that I was asleep and did not notice his cock poking in my arse. I shifted a little and said, “Sorry, beta, there isn’t any more room.”

He was definitely freaked out at this point, as he knew that I felt his hard-on.

Abhi then nervously said, “I think I’m going to go to sleep”

To which I patted his hand, which was now resting below her tits, and said, “Good idea, Son.”

My mind was now imagining what was running in Abhi’s head. His hard dick was rammed into his Mum’s bum while he slept. It only took 5 minutes for me to tell that he was struggling and having a hard time sleeping. I patted his hip and said.

Me: Honey, you know that’s completely normal, right?

Abhi: Yeah, but this is a bit embarrassing, ma

Me: Haha, don’t be silly, you are a young, healthy boy, it happens. Would it help if it were pinned between us?

I loved how deceptive that line was and wondered how Abhi would translate it.

Abhi: Don’t exactly know what you mean by that, Mom, but yeah, I think it will help.

I said “ok” and, as best as I could, I started to spread my thighs open. I arched my back a little bit, and my ass rose some. Before Abhi knew what was going on, his dick slipped and landed on my upper thigh. I then closed my legs back and said, “There you are. Better?”

I want to think I’m very good at gauging sizes. By no means was Abhi’s 7-inch modest, as it was thick. In that moment, all 7 inches were squished between my warm and wet thighs. His dick was just one inch away from my hairy pussy.

Another 5 minutes passed, and Abhi’s breathing was getting fast. He started rubbing my stomach, chest and neck. On the way back down, he deliberately started to flick my nipples with his fingers. I shifted my hip a little, pressing his cock into my thighs. I could tell the head of his dick was out past my legs.

The next minute, I said something that should never have been said. I could sense his uneasiness and said, “Beta, if you need to release yourself, please go ahead. I think it’s the only way we will get any sleep tonight. Honestly, I don’t mind. Get over it.”

Abhi: MOM! No way, I’m sorry this happened, give me some time, it will go away.

Me: Yeah, right! Look, you are your father’s son. Trust me, I know my own blood. Neither of us will get any sleep with you like this, honestly, I don’t mind.

I said that and started to stroke my hand up and down his hip and pressed my ass further into him.

Abhi: Ok, Mom, I think I’ll need therapy after this.

I laughed out loud and once again said, “No, I don’t care. Seriously, do what you’ve got to do, and let’s get some sleep”

I think that was all the convincing Abhi needed. He started grinding slowly against me. His dick slid back and forth between my thighs, with his balls pressed against the back of my thighs. His hand was sliding across my stomach and back p on my boobs; I played my part by slowly grinding my ass too.

I could feel Abhi’s dick was slick with his pre-cum flowing. His fingers continued to flick my hard nipples. I was now gasping, which made him bold as he grasped my full breast in his hand and started pumping a little faster. That’s when fate came knocking at our door.

It was now inevitable with all the pumping back and forth. His dick and my thighs were getting slippery. His dick is slipping and pressing against my hairy pussy. I gasped, and he stopped moving, his hand froze on my breast. No words were exchanged.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds. I’m sure Abhi could tell by the heat coming from my pussy that I was getting turned on.

Me: Abhi, please don’t stop, I know you are almost there. Just finish and let’s sleep. It’s ok, I promise.

He started to slide his meat between my thighs back and forth once again, but this time he could feel my pussy with every stroke. I was soaking, wet and warm. He pinched my nipple softly, and I let out a moan.

The end of his dick was sticking out about 3 inches past my thighs. Just them Mom asked me to stop and said “Beta, if you release like your father, then there is going to be a lot of jizz”

Abhi: Ok, do you want me to stop?

Me: Oh, no, please don’t stop, but there is one thing to ask of you, it’s a bit of a selfish thing, will that be ok?

Abhi: OK, now I’m curious, what is it, Mom? I’ll do anything you want.

Me: I don’t want to sleep in a puddle of your jizz tonight. If it’s ok with you, when you are about to explode, would you be ok to do it inside me? I know, I know it’s a horrible thing to ask, but I really don’t want to sleep in a sticky mess.

Abhi: Mmm, are you sure, Mom?

Me: Thanks, sweetie. Now let’s get this over with

I wiggled my ass to signal to him. Abhi was looking more like a beast possessed by lust. He had my tit in his hand, his pinching and flicking of my nipples was now sharper and more passionate. He was pumping his hard, fat dick. I could tell he was close and arched my back again, lifting my ass.

It was my way of saying, “Here you go, fuck your mom’s pussy.”

Abhi stopped thrusting and put the tip of his cock at my opening. We both coordinated our lower bodies. His dick slid into my pussy like a hot knife into warm butter. I moaned like a whore for a few seconds. I lay there without moving, just savouring the feeling and bliss.

I could feel my wet, warm pussy muscles milking his dick even though he was not thrusting me. He then started fucking me, his mother.

Me: Come on, honey, cum inside me, fuck your mommy, let it out. Ahh, my sweet baby, you have such a lovely cock. Yes! Yes! Fuck me, deeper please!

Abhi: Yes, Mom, I’m about to fill you up. I hope you took your pill today.

Me: Oh Fuck! Pull out, Pull out right now!

But it was too late. I kept screaming and struggling. Abhi’s hot jizz filled my pussy, and his balls instantly emptied a hot goo inside my pussy. In a few minutes, his dick flopped out of me and splat against my ass. He caressed my shoulder and apologised for not stopping, and I patted his hand.

Me: I’m sorry. I made you do this. It’s not your fault I stopped taking the pill. Besides, what are the chances of me getting pregnant?

I giggled nervously as he kissed my shoulder and neck. We both heard my pussy making a gurgling sound as some of the jizz gurgled out of my pussy. I quickly put my hand down three and apologised for the noise, as it was embarrassing.

Abhi laughed at me. I was wiping myself with my fingers and said, “Well, it really is a good thing I let you fuck me and release inside me. Just look at how much came out, imagine what will still be inside.”

I then lifted my hand filled with creamy goo on the fingers, then started licking and sucking on them. “Mmmm, this is good stuff” Now shut up and go to sleep.

Abhi: Mam, yes Mam!

10 Minutes later, I could feel his dick hard again

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Hi friends, I am Abhay, back with another fictional story. This is the story of Shazia, a sweet and very beautiful girl from Telangana.

Shazia, 24 years, milky white complexion, thin girl with a sharp physique of 32-26-30. She has a height of 5.5 feet. She lives in a village 30 Kms from Hyderabad. She has completed her education and got her bachelor’s degree. Her father is looking for a well-established and well-earning man.

Shazia is a quiet and very sweet, innocent girl. With confirmation from her father, Shazia’s Chacha had fixed her marriage with his friend’s son Omar. Omar is a well-built, gym-toned, muscular guy. He is 6 feet tall with a wide chest and a very strong body.

Shazia and Omar were to marry each other after 4 months. Since they had time before marriage, Omar wanted them to know more about each other. So Shazia came to Hyderabad to stay at her Chacha’s house.

One day Omar called Shazia and planned an outing. He picked her from her Chacha’s house at around 11 am and then went to a good 4-star hotel for lunch. Shazia fell in love with Omar at first sight. They talked about each other on their way to lunch.

Omar held Shazia’s hand while moving inside the hotel. Shazia got red with shyness and also got scared as Omar pressed her hand with his warm, strong grip. This was the first time a man except her father had touched her. They talked more about each other, had lunch and discussed their future together.

Omar left Shazia’s home by 5 pm. After 2 days, they went to a movie and had their first kiss. Shazia was blushing and got wet inside as this was her first kiss in life. They both were very happy and in love. Omar was a good man, but is a more open and smarter City boy who loves to explore.

Lust was getting into Omar. He was moving his hands on Shazia’s hands and back, making her shy. Omar slid his hand inside Shazia’s salwar without permission, making Shazia red in Shyness. Due to this sudden move, Shazia got scared and didn’t move.

She didn’t stop Omar nor resist his action. Omar smooched her lips and pressed her pussy against her wet panties. Shazia had a 100-volt jolt in her body, and her heart pounded faster. She submitted herself completely to Omar. During the movie, they smooched several times.

Omar also squeezed her small boobs. Shazia’s panties were completely drenched with her pussy juices, and the top had clear marks of pinching and squeezing. Omar dropped her off at home after having dinner.

Now they only had 2 months before their marriage. They have now started chatting over WhatsApp and talking over calls, and have opened up a lot. They shared a lot about themselves, their desires, needs and their thoughts about life together. Omar again called Shazia in Hyderabad on the weekend.

As planned, they went to a disco cum pub. Omar picked Shazia. He gifted her a dress and asked her to change into it when they reached the disc. When they reached Disc, Omar took his car to a dark place in the parking lot. He asked Shazia to change in the car itself.

Shazia first insisted, but later agreed when Omar pulled her closer and kissed her. Shazia went to the back seat and started changing in the dim light. Anyone could see her figure from far, but Omar was having a good time seeing her change.

While Shazia changed her dress, Omar squeezed her boobs very hard, making them reddish. He also teased her and made her wet by touching her pussy. Once done, they went to the disc. The dress that Omar gifted Shazia was too revealing and tight.

There they danced. Omar flashed her hot body to others. He flaunted her to his friends. Shazia was used to it by now and had no objection. In the last 2 months, whenever they met, Omar did the same every time. Shazia was used to it. Omar forced her to drink. She was a bit high now and had an urge to pee.

Omar took her to a washroom. Since they were very open to each other by now, Shazia pulled him inside with her. She peed in front of him and asked Omar to clean her pussy. Omar did it gladly and also fingered her pussy in the process. Shazia was too high as she drank whiskey for the first time.

She pulled him closer, took out his cock, and gave a blowjob. Omar cum on her boobs and in her mouth while fingering her pussy and ass hole. Omar massaged his cum on her breasts above the dress. Omar fucked her pussy with his fingers and licked all her pussy juice.

Shazia said no sex before marriage. Omar asked her to remove her bra and panties and then come out. Shazia obeyed and came out as demanded. She had been trained well and made submissive by Omar by now. They danced, and Omar flashed her body again with pride and ego.

Omar wanted to fuck her that night, so he made her drink 4 more pegs. Shazia was too high and was not even able to stand properly. He carried her to the car with Sameer (Omar’s best friend). While carrying her, he revealed her hot, naked pussy and ass to Sameer.

Omar put Shazia in the backseat of his SUV and stripped her naked. Shazia was mumbling in her drunken state, “No. No, Omar, wait till the marriage.” Omar slapped her hard and shoved his thick cock in her mouth and fucked for 10 minutes.

Sameer watched everything quietly. Omar then licked and played with Shazia’s pussy. Suddenly, he asked Sameer to get in from the other side and hold her tight as he was going to penetrate her. Sameer entered from the other side and pressed down on the seat by her perky boobs, squeezing and enjoying them.

Omar pushed half of his 6-inch-long and 3.5-inch-thick cock inside Shazia’s pussy, which made her scream in pain. Omar asked Sameer to lower her voice. Sameer couldn’t understand anything. He took his cock out and pushed it in Shazia’s mouth, which lowered her voice.

Omar now again started pushing his cock deeper, but all of a sudden, the crowd started coming out of the disc. So, they stopped and got dressed quickly. Shazia was still lying naked in the backseat of the car. Omar drove the car to his farmhouse.

What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next parts.

Abhay
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Hello, everyone! This is your favourite gigolo reporting back for duty. This time, I’m telling an experience of mine that I had in the initial stage of my gigolo life. Hope you all will like it.

I met her via Instagram. We used to chat occasionally, share reels and have some good times. The gear shifted in the most unexpected way — a message that looked too simple to carry that much heat.

“I kinda want to see you.”

I remember staring at it for a second longer than I should’ve. It wasn’t a shock. I don’t know. Something in the way she wrote it felt like she forgot to censor herself for a moment. That’s what caught me, like she didn’t rehearse it. Like it slipped out from a thought she’d been holding back.

She had found one of my gigolo confessions online. She was 36. Delhi. Sharp eyes. The kind of woman who doesn’t wait for permission. But there was also, I don’t know, a flutter beneath the confidence. That combination always catches me off guard.

The chats between us never really got back to “normal”. They just happened.
One message became five. Five somehow became midnight. And her teasing… God. She typed as if she touched. Light at first, then suddenly bold enough to make me inhale sharply.

Three days in, she sent me a hotel booking without any dramatic buildup.
Just a picture and a quiet: “If you’re free.” I was free. Or maybe I wasn’t, but my body didn’t care.

Delhi felt different when you’re going there for someone who wants you with that kind of hunger. Every sound — cab horns, elevators, even the hotel AC — felt like background noise to whatever was about to happen upstairs.

When she opened the door… Let me be honest — whatever image I had in my head, she walked right past it and kicked it aside.

Taller than I pictured. More graceful, too. And her eyes — they didn’t scan me; they drank me in.

“Hi,” she said, but not in that typical shy way. It sounded more like, “Okay, you’re real. Now let’s see what reality does to me.”

Inside the room, we were moving slowly, but the room itself felt like it was breathing faster than we were. You know those odd pockets of time where everything feels a bit warped. Like a second drags its feet and then snaps back? That’s how it was. That’s what the room felt like.

She was close enough that her perfume drifted up and wrapped itself around my throat before she even touched me. Jasmine with something warm under it. I remember because I leaned in slightly — not enough to touch her, just enough to feel her breath shift.

“Drink?” she asked.

I said no. It came out lower than I intended. She noticed. Of course she did.

Her lips curved — not a smile, not a smirk — something in between. The kind that says: *Good. I wanted that. *

When she murmured, “Then we don’t have to wait,” right next to my ear, something in my chest literally jumped forward before I could hide it.

She leaned forward to kiss. Our tongues exploded in each other’s mouths as if they were having a wrestling competition. She was really fierce. It was like seeing another version of her, and it was amazing. She quickly removed my shirt and continued kissing me.

She then went down and started sucking my nipples. It felt amazing. I slowly removed my pants without disturbing her actions. Seeing that I’m naked, she immediately positioned herself in the 69 position. She told me to remove her clothes and then started sucking my cock.

My god, she was really talented that I had to use every bit of my willpower to remove her dress and panties. As a payback, I started eating her pussy like a hungry dog. I went as deep as possible with my tongue. She was enjoying it with my cock in her mouth.

We didn’t stop even after knowing we’re about to cum. We had our orgasm almost at the same time cumming in each other’s mouths.

We both were gasping for air. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves. Under the shower, I sucked her boobs, and she gave me another blowjob. I then drilled her pussy standing for 10 whole minutes. She then pushed me to the floor, placed my cock right under the shower and started riding it.

To see water trickling down from her lips to her boobs that are jumping up and down. That was a real treat for my eyes. We then shifted positions. I sat on the toilet, and she sat on my cock and continued riding me. Since her boobs were so close to me, I started sucking them, munching those nipples once in a while.

She was screaming with pleasure, and it was making me hornier. I then lifted her and made her bend in front of the mirror, and started ramming her pussy in doggy style. She was yelling at a high pitch, telling me not to stop. I spanked her ass twice, making it red.

I could feel the pressure of orgasm rising in me. I told her that, and she told me she wants a cream pie. And I cum deep into her pussy. For a moment, I was gasping for air. I then slowly built my tongue’s way from her navel to her lips via her boobs and started kissing her while fingering her pussy.

I played with my tongue and fingers till she cum and after a while, she exploded with a shudder. Her second orgasm. We then washed ourselves and came out to dry. Then we snuggled into the bed and relaxed, cuddling each other.

From there, the night moved like warm water — slow around the edges, heavy in the centre. She touched me like she’d been imagining the shape of my body before actually feeling it. I touched her like I was learning her reactions one breath at a time.

We had multiple sessions in different positions, and we enjoyed every minute of it. We didn’t sleep for a long time. Not because we were trying to stay awake.
Just because neither of us wanted to break the moment.

In the morning, when I left, her scent stayed on me long after my flight took off. It’s strange — some nights fade. Some nights lodge themselves somewhere deep and settle there like a quiet burn.

This one… it never really left.

And if you’re reading this and some part of your body tightened just a little.
If your mind wandered to the idea of someone noticing you the way she was noticed. If you felt even a hint of that slow, warm curiosity.

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After waving bye to Mr Lee, we were waiting for our car outside the restaurant. Meanwhile, I was lost in deep thoughts of what just happened with a stranger, who was also in the restaurant washroom. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter thinking of everything.

As soon as we got our car from the valet parking, I got into my seat, and my husband started driving the car. I was very desperate to have sex, so I didn’t waste any more time to unzip my husband’s pants and start sucking his cock.

My husband was surprised by the way I was going mad to have sex with such an urge. His dick got even more erect, and his moaning got louder. As my husband was enjoying himself, I closed my eyes.

I was imagining how tempting it was to suck Mr Lee’s cock. I started increasing the speed and imitated the same way I sucked Lee in the washroom. Even my husband started fingering my pussy. I removed my panties when we were in the restaurant.

I spread my legs wide open and gave him a clear view of my pussy. I wasn’t in control of what was happening and just enjoyed giving him intense pleasure. After a while, he stopped at a signal. Our car has semi-tinted glasses, so people can see inside only when they are literally beside the car.

To see why we stopped, I tried to open my eyes for a second. I caught two young guys on a bike who were trying to look into the car, which made me feel even more erotic. They had a good view of what was happening in the car, along with my thighs.

My husband was fingering my pussy. I spread my legs even wider so that they could enjoy seeing it and continued sucking my husband’s cock more deeply. My husband increased the pace of fingering my pussy as we crossed the signal. My cum from the pussy was sprinkled out, dripping down the seat.

As my pussy was wetter with the cum and excitement, the sounds of pussy fucking were louder. He was using all his strength and tearing out my pussy with his hand. With such temptation, I started deep throating his cock very fast. Now, he came deep inside my mouth with a louder moan.

I swallowed every drop of it, cleaned his cock with my tongue, and just lay there keeping the cock in my mouth like a lollipop till we reached our home.

Once home, I went straight into the shower. But I wanted more and more.

I wanted my husband to drill my pussy. So, I started masturbating under the shower. We usually have sex toys all around our home, dildos and vibrators. I took one of the dildos. It is 10 inches long with 3 inches in thickness, and I inserted it into my pussy.

I was in deep pleasure. I peed while masturbating and started moaning louder and uncontrollably. Listening to my moans, he came into the washroom. He looked at me, having so much pleasure with the dildo in my pussy. He took a vibrator that was in the cupboard.

He made me bend forward, exposing my ass, and started inserting into my ass. I was damn deep into the pleasure, wanting more. I was shouting, “Please fuck me hard and fill all my holes with your cum, my love.”

My husband started fucking my ass with the vibrator as I was fucking my pussy with a dildo. It was so painful, but the pleasure was too high. Even my saliva was drooling out of my mouth. My husband turned me to his side, and we both spat in each other’s mouths.

He continued playing with my boobs, pinching them, sucking them, beating them very hard till they turned red. And finally, we both finished our shower and got into bed. We were about to sleep, and he slowly reached my pussy and started licking it.

I held his head, his hair and was squeezing his face between my thighs. He inserted his tongue into my pussy and sucked all my juices. I just closed my eyes. I slipped into imagining Lee in the same position, licking my pussy made me cum as well as pee.

As I peed on my husband‘s face, he, without saying a word, started drinking all my piss. After he finished cleaning my pussy with his mouth, he came up to sleep beside me.

After he came up, I could smell my pee all over his face, which aroused me again. I started licking his face, cleaned all my pee from his mouth and kissed him deeply. With this arousal, my husband started fucking me.

My pussy became so wet that even a big-sized bottle gourd would easily go inside. He continued to fuck me very hard in all the positions. I just closed my eyes and obeyed all his orders. My husband took us naked to our big balcony.

As we stayed in Raheja on the 16th floor, nobody could probably see us. But the wind outside was kissing all my body. He inserted his warm cock into my sexy, big ass. As I bent forward, my boobs were hanging down, and with every thump, they were jiggling.

I would say it was a great view to watch. He increased his fucking intensity. I started fingering my pussy with one hand. With the other hand, I was pinching my nipples and pressing my boobs. He fucked me for half an hour on the balcony, making me moan with so much pleasure.

As my moaning increased, so did his fucking, which made him cum deep inside my ass. It was so overwhelming for me with the thoughts of Lee and my husband’s intense session. Now that we were very tired, we directly hit the bed and fell asleep.

This was the 3rd best birthday of my life. You might be wondering what the other two were. One was during my graduation time. I was first introduced to sex with my neighbour’s family and got to know everything.

I leave it to you to guess my first best birthday experience. I will be waiting to hear from you.

Hope you guys liked it. We would like to hear your reviews at our Gmail ID [email protected]. Can’t wait to share the third part, in which I met Lee, with all these temptations. Take care, lovely people.

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As Vikas and Rashida have the time of their lives, Sadaf challenges Tony, “Why is this girl so loud? Make me scream louder.”

Tony pulls her closer, one arm around her waist and the other around her neck. As her chest rams into his, her boobs crushing against his, his hand on her waist explores her back by getting inside her top. That’s when he realizes she’s not wearing a bra.

His hand goes all the way up to her neck, pressing her more firmly into his chest. Sadaf likes this brute force and the way he’s handling her, as if he owns her. She likes that he isn’t asking for permission and is treating her the way he wants to.

She likes being forced, mauled, manhandled, and violated. She wants her man to be unapologetic, unkind, and treat her with utter disrespect in bed. At the same time, she doesn’t like physical injury or extreme pain — just a bit is fine.

She wants her man to do all these things only after she gives him the privilege, which she has just granted to Tony.

Tony begins to nibble on the nape of her neck while crushing her into his chest. She holds him by his hair and pushes his head further into her neck. As she does, he pulls her head back by her hair, runs his tongue around her ear, and bites her earlobe.

Like many women, the area around her neck and ears is her weak spot, and she simply surrenders if a man knows how to handle it. Tony just did that. While doing so, he gently runs the tips of his fingers over her neck, breasts, and waist, then inserts them into her shorts.

His fingers search for her pussy, sliding into her panties to touch her labia. Her pussy is already moist and dripping. He brings his hand out and makes her suck his fingers. She tastes her juices on his fingers as she sucks them seductively.

Just as she finishes, he forcibly turns her head and kisses her. While kissing, he sends his fingers back to where they came from — her pussy. He continues to kiss her forcefully while encircling her clit, slowly and gently at first, then occasionally applying more pressure.

This is becoming unbearable for her. He’s treating her like a rag doll — doing things at will. Touching, kissing, licking, biting, and rubbing without seeking permission.

Sadaf surrenders to the way he has taken control of her body. She just loves his aggression. She wants her man to be rough, aggressive, and unapologetic. Though he seems to be acting randomly, he’s touching all the right spots as if he’s the one who created her.

He turns her head aside and bites her earlobe while continuing to stimulate her clit. In no time, Sadaf begins to shake, hugs him tighter, and screams, “Aaaa, don’t stop. Faster and harder.”

What Tony doesn’t know is that she cums quickly and can have multiple orgasms. She has an orgasm. As her body settles, she stops Tony and says, “Stop everything and just fuck me. I want you inside me, and I want it now. I beg you. Don’t make me wait.”

Without waiting, she undresses him in a jiffy. She looks at his cock lovingly and says, “Impressive.” The compliment does wonders – his confidence boosts, his ego swells, and his cock stiffens further.

She expects Tony to fuck her either in missionary position or have her ride him. Surprisingly, he turns her over. Expecting him to take her doggy style, she begins to slowly get onto her knees. But he pushes her back onto the bed, making her lie flat on her chest.

She doesn’t know what he’s up to. He keeps her legs together, sits with his legs on either side of her, and with his erect dick pointing at her butt, he grabs her butt cheeks, squeezes them hard, and pushes them up.

She thinks he’s planning to fuck her asshole. While she loves anal, she now wants him inside her pussy. She’s in a dilemma about whether to tell him or not, and decides to just go with the flow.

He then takes one hand off her butt cheeks and inserts two fingers into her pussy. They easily slide in with the amount of juices flowing from her pussy.

“You’re still wet,” he says admiringly.

“All because of you, sweetheart,” Sadaf lovingly responds.

“Now, fuck me, baby. I’m dying to have you inside me.” Her words have magical power over him.

He squeezes her butt again and slowly slips his cock into her pussy. Her legs held closely together, and her butt cheeks squeezed and pushed up, making her pussy tighter than usual. As he enters her, her pussy walls can feel his cock’s girth.

His precum mixes with her juices, making her entire pussy sloppy. His warmth makes her melt even more. She places both hands above her head, holds the edge of the bed, and hisses, “Aaahhhhhh, yes, baby.” The feeling is heavenly.

He slowly enters her. Once he’s fully in, she mentally prepares for him to begin pounding her and eagerly anticipates it.

“Get both your hands adjacent to your hips,” he commands. She does as he says.

He then grabs both her hands by the wrists and places them one over the other above her butt on her lower spine. Then he locks them at the wrists by holding them together with his left hand. As he does this, her body is pushed further into the bed.

The lower part of her body is brutally crushed and locked. She’s helpless, can’t move, and there’s no escape. She has no option but to surrender and is simply loving it. He then spanks her butt hard a couple of times.

Sadaf feels waves of pain and pleasure move across her body and shrieks, “Aaahhhhh.” Her white skin turns pinkish from his brute force.

He grabs her right butt cheek, slightly pushes it up, and begins to fuck her while holding her wrists together and pinning her to the bed. With every thrust, her body is dug further into the bed, adding pressure and making her a bit breathless.

“Aahhh… aahhh… aaaaahhhhh… keep doing it, baby. Oh yeah, keep fucking. Don’t stop,” Sadaf pants and yells. She wants more and doesn’t want it to stop.

Just then, Vikas and Rashida enter the room after they are done with their activities and want to see what Tony and Sadaf are up to. The sight of his partner being pinned to the bed and fucked mercilessly turns Vikas on.

Vikas heads toward Sadaf, runs his hand over her head lovingly, holds his semi-erect cock, and takes it toward her mouth. Sadaf welcomes his cock with her lips open. He stuffs his cock in and begins to mouth-fuck Sadaf.

He pushes her head into the bed and starts to fuck her mouth. One cock pounds her pussy while another fucks her mouth. Both have pinned her body to the bed and are showing no mercy.

Rashida walks over and stands near Vikas, bending over to kiss him. Vikas kisses Rashida while pinching one of her nipples. Rashida uses her other hand to hold her second boob, caressing and squeezing it.

Sadaf can feel both her holes turn sloppy, making noises. The entire room smells of sweat and sperm. This becomes overwhelming for her. Her pussy starts pulsating and tightens its grip on Tony’s cock, squeezing it. This involuntary move makes her tighten her lips, causing her to shake and have another orgasm.

In no time, Sadaf’s body begins to tremble as if she’s having convulsions. She’s experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life. This sight has such a huge impact on Vikas that he cums in her mouth.

Sadaf loves to drink cum. But now, with her body trembling, there’s no way she can swallow. All the juices flow through her cheeks and drip onto the floor. And in no time, Tony starts to cum. Sadaf tightens her pussy to milk his cock further.

In no time, all four of them are lying on the bed… fully nude and completely spent. But they’re sure that this resting phase is temporary and they’d be up for more sex in no time.

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I’m Tony, back with an encounter with my manager, which happened at the car park during the Onam celebration. This year, the Onam celebration took place outside our office. So we have booked a resort in Kochi.

As you know, Kerala is known for Onam, and everyone comes in traditional dress. So I came with a shirt and a mundu, my manager in Kerala Saree. My manager’s name is Hema, 35 years old, with a good figure, 32-30- 34.

She is not too exposing or hot, but when you see her at a particular angle, you will be mad at her. She drove her car to the resort. I guided her to park the car in the car park. She asked me to come to the car parking lot along with her. It is new to her, and she has to come alone from there.

While she was driving to the car park, I got a view of her boobs through the blouse and her navel as her saree moved away. I got stuck on this view. Until this moment, I didn’t have any intention towards her. She watched me looking at her boobs and asked me what I was seeing.

I said nothing. She seductively sighed at me and said I saw what you watched. But as she is my Manager, I said nothing again. Now she put her hand on my thigh and rubbed. My dick got hard as a rock. She is asking what you saw. Again, I said nothing.

After a few rubs on my thighs, she put her hand on my dick and asked what this was. At this time, I pressed her boobs and kissed her lips. For 5 minutes, this happened. Her response is good, and in the car park, no one is there. She took my dick out and gave a blowjob.

I was about to remove her dress, but she told us we could do it in the evening as the saree would wrinkle. But I’m out of control and told her show her boobs now as I want to suck. After a few seductions, she accepted and gave her boobs. I sucked it for a few minutes.

In the evening, we made sure everyone was left. We went to the car parking lot. Without wasting a moment, we entered the back row and started kissing like mad at each other. Along with kissing, I pressed her boobs hard. After kissing, I removed her saree, blouse, skirt, bra and panty.

Oh, the view was just like hell, and I was on cloud nine as I didn’t know she was carrying this much heat in her. Her pussy was wet, and it was leaking. I lay her on the seat, suck her pussy, drink all the juice, and press her boobs. She is moaning a lot, and both are sweating.

After sucking, I was kissing all over her body, she took my dick and started to play. She was triggered out, and in a full mood, she was sucking and biting on dick. She is mad at my dick and asked me whether I have protection, as she doesn’t want both of us in trouble.

But to my luck, I bought a pack of condoms 2 days back, and I have it in my bag. When I took it out, she was very happy. She put the condom on my dick. As it was my first time with her, I started with a slow pace. Her pussy is not too loose or too tight.

But she told me my dick is bigger and heavier than her husband’s. After a few minutes, she was begging me to fuck her. Her moans were very loud. When hearing this, I fucked her like a bitch. After 15 minutes of hard fuck, we both released at the same time.

Again, I sucked her pussy and cleaned it out. After a few minutes of smooching and kissing, I got erect, and the time is also getting late. We planned to make it faster.

I put another condom on. As it is a car, we don’t have enough space. Again, she lay on the seat, and I fucked her hard faster and faster.  In this second round, I cum in 5 minutes. After that, she got dressed, and both left.

After this, whenever I go to the Kochi office, she takes work from home and asks me to take work from home too. She asks me to come to her home. I went to her house; she was in a normal nightdress. We had a morning call and didn’t have much hectic work on that day.

So immediately after the call, we removed each other’s dress and kissed each other. I made her lie on the bed and kissed her completely. Her pussy starts to leak the juice. I fingered it out and sucked it. She is moaning heavily, “Tony, fuck me hard.”

After 15 minutes, she took a condom and put it on my dick. Now I started to fuck her hard, banged her boobs, and fucked her hard. When I was about to cum, I told her. She told him to give it to her. She took all in her mouth and sucked my dick.

After 1 hour, we did a second round. Now I was playing in her pussy with my finger. She got aroused and begged me to fuck. But I didn’t give her a chance and continued playing. When she is about to burst out, I fucked her.

She was moaning, “Fuck me, Tony fucker, fuck hard.” I was aroused by her moaning, and my dick grew a little harder, and I was mad at her. After 20 minutes, she cum out and was about to be exhausted. But I’m in a foul mood and didn’t stop fucking.

Now she starts to beg to stop. But I haven’t shown any mercy to her and fucked her a lot. She was like, “Oh, please stop.”  At last, I was about to cum; I took my dick out and removed the condom. The cum sprayed all over her body.

I was exhausted and lay down near her. After a few minutes, she arose and took revenge on me for not showing mercy on her in the second round. She took my dick and played with it with her mouth. She took it fully until it stuck in her throat, that is, her deep throat.

She sat on my face and made me suck it out. We were in a 69 position, and she sucked and bit my dick.

By 2:30, we decided to take a bath. Because by 4, her children will come from school. We were bathing at the same time. I put her soap, and she too washed me. In the bathroom, we fucked each other.

She was holding my shoulder and her legs in my lips. I was holding her in my hand and fucked her. Only flup flupflup and aaah ohhhh sound in the bathroom. After that, she took my dick in her mouth and sucked the entire cum. By 3:30, we came out, I dressed and left for my room.

Even though all these, we never take any advantage at work. We were both the best colleagues as well as a manager. We planned to fuck each other once a month or whenever I come to Kochi.

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