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Hi All! This will be a story in a series. In this first part, we will build up the characters. Enjoy reading.

It was a grand party at the Paradise apartment in Delhi on the occasion of the building’s 10th anniversary. Residents had made a custom to celebrate it every year. Among this party are some of our characters for this series.

Karan – 21 years, a nerdy guy with glasses on and a slim body, too shy to speak to anyone, rents an apartment. He comes from a middle-class family.

Sameera – 24 years, Stunning beauty, fair like snow, with a busty hourglass figure of 34C, waist 28 and her ass was the best in the whole society, it could easily be of 36 inches. There was not a man in the society who had not masturbated thinking of her. She lived alone, running a high-class boutique in society. Her parents were super-rich and lived in a posh society.

Madhuri – Karan’s classmate and childhood friend, she has a one-sided crush on Karan. Goes to the gym and is strong, has short shoulder-length hair. She dresses like a boy in loose clothes, as she is conscious of her large boobs.

Ruchi – 27 years. With a wheatish complexion and always dressed in salwar suit she looks like the most innocent person. Her hair is always tied in a ponytail. She has a bomb figure, though, with her 34D cup boobs, her 30 waist and her 36 ass. She was a curvy girl with fat in the right places. Works in Sameera’s boutique.

Sonam – 40 years. With no child of her own and her husband living away, she took up a job in Sameera’s boutique. Always dressed in tight, backless blouses that reveal too much of her Milf body. Her 36D boobs and her 40-inch ass are the envy of every woman in society.

Inder and Amit also work in Sameera’s boutique. Being an athlete and a workout guy, stands tall and fit. Amit is a fair and smart guy, but he is an alcoholic and carries a bad-boy image.

Karan was drinking alone at the party in a corner, eyeing Sameera, his crush, who was looking like an angel, when suddenly someone tapped her back. He turned back to see Madhuri.

Madhuri – Hey dummy, this is a boring party, right? Wanna ditch this? I have better stock at home (winks)

“Nah! I am good here, this is not so bad,” said Karan while looking at Sameera, who was talking to some old guy with a wine glass in her hand.

“Are you saying no to me?” said Madhuri, suddenly punching Karan in her gut playfully.

“Can you relax? Why do you have to be a bully every time? All right, let’s go to your place,” said Karan. They both quietly slipped from the party.

Madhuri and Karan rented separate apartments on the same floor next to each other. They kept drinking beer till Madhuri passed out on her bed. Karan never felt attracted to Madhuri; she was just a good friend.

So he slipped out to his place and was going to crash on his bed, but he heard a knock on his door. He opened the door and was shocked to his core when he saw Sameera standing there in her black top and skirt, which she was wearing at the party.

She did not said a word just pushed Karan walked straight to his bed and fell on his bed slumbering in sleep immediately. Karan, still in shock to understand what just happened, sat on the floor trying to figure it out for an hour.

Suddenly, he saw Sameera, who was sleeping with her face down, mumble something in her sleep. “So hot…it’s so hot, saying this, she raised her skirt. Never in his dreams did Karan see such ass cheeks fair, tight, begging to be squeezed.

With her breath, her ass was heaving up and down in a mesmerising motion with her panties stuck in her butt crack. Karan just wanted to move it aside and was imagining in his mind how pink her pussy would be. But he was too afraid to do anything, as he knew she had a powerful family who could run his life.

But he had a massive boner “I should get out of here,” thought Karan, but the sight was so magnificent. He rushed to the bathroom and jerked off, thinking of banging Sameera’s ass while holding her hair while she was shouting his name. Relieved, Karan quickly moved out of his apartment and slept at his door.

In the morning, when he woke up, his door was open. Sameera was gone, but Karan’s crush now turned into an obsession, thinking of her body. “I need to get close to her anyhow,” thought Karan.

Walking back to her boutique, Sameera heard strange sounds coming from inside. On opening the door, she saw Ruchi and Sonam’s raised asses in doggy position with Inder thrusting his 7 inch dick in Ruchi’s pussy. Amit’s 6.5-inch tool was in Sonam’s pussy.

Both were facing each other and moaning heavily as their partners kept ramming them till they emptied their load inside. “Seems like you guys started the enjoyment early today,” said Sameera, smiling. She walked to her office.
While everyone lay on the floor naked, catching their breath.

In the evening, Karan heard a knock on the door. Opening it, it was Sameera. “Hey, I am so sorry that last night I was so drunk, I couldn’t even figure out which was my flat. Bought you some food as an apology for your troubles. Hope you forgive me. Bye,” said Sameera, turned to leave.

Karan was still struggling to find words to reply.

“Can I work in your boutique?” blurted out Karan.

Sameera stood there for a second, “Sure. Just give me your phone, ” said Sameera. Taking Karan’s phone from his hand, she saved her number. “Start from tomorrow and don’t be late. Since you have college during the day, you can work the evening shift like everyone, ” said Sameera, and left.

In the adjacent apartment, Madhuri was listening to all this through her door. While Karan felt so happy he felt like he could fly, he got his chance to stay close to Sameera.

The next day, Sameera introduced Karan to everyone in the group. Later, except Karan, the whole group joined for drinks. “He is cute, right?” said Ruchi about Karan.

“Haa…a bloody virgin, why even include him in our group?” asked Amit to Sameera, who did not say anything. “He is just a weakling anyway, I bet he will beg us to let him go in just a week,” said Amit, smiling.

“I will decide tonight itself if he is worthy to be among us or just a weak, nerdy guy,” said Ruchi. Her boyfriend, Inder, passed her a smile.

“Don’t break him on his first night itself,” Sameera spoke to Ruchi, and they all started laughing.

Karan was going to sleep when Ruchi knocked. “Hey Ruchi di, do you need anything?” asked Karan, wondering why she was here at his time. Dressed in her pink salwar suit, her hair tied in a pony, Ruchi adjusted her dupatta to give Karan a view of her cleavage.

“May I come in?” asked Ruchi.

What was happening in the boutique, what are Sameer’s intentions, what happened between Karan and Ruchi? Keep reading to find out in the next parts.

TBC.

I thank Poonam for sharing details of her exciting experiences. Please send comments to [email protected] and [email protected]. Please send only appreciative emails.

When the cook dropped his shorts, there was a gasp from Vijay and Poonam.  The cock was huge. It was thick like a wrist and scare-inspiring in length. Thick veins resembled crawling snakes under the skin.

Before they recovered from shock, the cook ripped off Suma’s saree and blouse.
Vijay shouted, “Priya, stop him. He will damage my sister’s pussy forever. Rajeev will never forgive us.”

Poonam also joined her hubby in protest. Suma acted scared and uncertain. Vijay and Poonam were not aware that Suma had been fucked many times by the cook, and this was not the first time. Priya and her family played according to the script.

Priya walked to Suma, spread her legs, scooped juice from her pussy and showed Vijay how wet Suma was. Priya said, “Don’t worry, she is wet and horny. I will coat his cock with Vaseline, and until she is relaxed, I will make sure he will fuck slowly.”

Pooja kissed Vijay and placed his hands on her boobs and said, “Relax, Dad, cook fucks mom daily, look at mom. She is fine. When I am in one of those super horny moods, my cook fucks me. Feel my pussy. Is it damaged?”

Pooja spread her legs, and Vijay pushed fingers in her wet pussy and explored.
Poonam was not convinced; she was scared. She asked Suma. “Are you sure about this? The cock is monstrous.”

Suma said. “If Priya and Pooja are fucking this cock, then there is no danger, I feel. You are all there to stop him if I cannot take it.”

As Priya was applying Vaseline on the cook’s cock, the cook said, “Vijay saab, your nephew Rajeev came through your whore sister’s pussy. Is my cock thicker than a baby’s? Relax, this slut will enjoy and ask for more.”

Vijay was enraged with the cook’s insulting language. He was about to retort when Pooja soothed him, “Dad, relax. He doesn’t mean to be mean. If you force him to be a gentleman, his cock will become flaccid. They become hornier when they shower choicest, filthy, foul gaalis on the woman.”

Vijay said, “But it is so insulting. Your mom doesn’t correct him?”

Priya laughed and said, “If you are a horny woman, you will enjoy that treatment. Anyway, you won’t understand,” and stepped away.

Suma closed her eyes as the cook spread her thighs and pussy lips and rammed his cock in one stroke. Suma cried softly. It sounded more like a lusty moan than a pain-filled cry.

What followed blew Vijay and Poonam’s wits. Cook fucked with such force and energy that Suma’s body and boobs were shaking like a rag doll. Cook was shouting ‘Randi, whore, shameless slut’ and using language that was unfamiliar to them.

Suma soon opened her eyes and looked at her brother and Bhabhi and smiled. Her face was flushed with lust. Soon, Suma also started giving thrusts and gyrating hips and cursed the cook upward, also, like a typical whore. She used the same language as the cook.

She hissed, “You bastard, mother-fucker, how dare you call me slut?” Poonam and Vijay were engrossed in watching the amazing fucking scene. Before they realised, they were naked. Pooja was sucking Vijay, and Vikas was fucking Poonam’s mouth while mauling her boobs.

Priya went to the kitchen, without being noticed, to make arrangements for dinner. A quiet excitement rippled through Poonam and Vijay. Pooja bent over the back of the sofa, opened her buttocks, and offered her drenched pussy to Vijay.

He had no hesitation in pushing his rock-hard cock in her pussy and start fucking her with urgency. Poonam also placed elbows on the backrest, standing next to Pooja and followed Pooja’s action. A soft sigh slipped from Poonam as the young, hard cock of Vikas entered her.

Vikas grabbed her tits and fucked her. The rhythm was faster and deeper. Now, the cook shifted to a doggy position. The loud fucking sounds and high-pitched moans of women were reverberating in the hall. When Priya returned to the fucking zone, she smiled when she saw the frenzy of fucking couples.

Now, the cook was pulverising Suma’s pussy in doggy position. Priya advised Suma, “If you have orgasmed and want him to cum, the only way to make him cum fast is by sucking his cock. Gently squeeze his left ball. When he asks where he should cum, tell him where you want him to pump his cum.”

Suma nodded. After she hit next orgasm, he asked the cook to take out his cock and sucked him and followed Priya’s advice. Suma could feel the cook’s tensing up and quickening of breath and told him to fill her pussy. The cook pushed cock in Suma’s pussy.

After two strokes, she let out a stream of hot lava-like cum and filled her pussy.
Vijay and Vikas completed their fucking ten minutes earlier. Poonam gasped as she saw thick wads of cum oozing out of Suma’s pussy, after the cook withdrew his cock. She felt as if she were pulled by a magnet.

She could not stop the urge to taste the cum and buried her face in Suma’s pussy and licked the mix of cum and juice. After a few minutes, she came into this world and suddenly felt shy and ran into the bathroom. When she freshened up and came out, all were seated near the dining table, naked.

Priya also removed her nighty. Cook was transformed; he was polite, well-behaved and dressed up. It was difficult to believe he was the same man who was mouthing dirty abuses at Suma while fucking. Now, he was addressing Suma as “Mem saheb.”

Pooja laughed at Poonam’s shock and said, “Meet Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, he can transform fast from one mode to another.” They were all hungry, and the dishes prepared by the cook were delicious. He was an expert in this field, apart from cooking.

Poonam was comfortable. Sitting naked with these people who were strangers a little while ago did not feel odd. She was paralysed when the key turned in the door lock, and Vinay entered. Poonam was too shocked to react. She didn’t have time to cover her boobs with her hands.

Pooja ran to her dad and hugged him, “Dad, we missed you. It was great fun.”
Vinay hugged and kissed her, and his eyes roamed over Poonam and Suma. Poonam felt shy and proud as Vinay’s eyes scanned her curves, boobs and beauty appreciatively.

He exclaimed. “My God, Rajeev was right, you look smashing, no wonder you were his pin-up girl for masturbation. Vikas, did you enjoy fucking her?”

Vikas’s face lit up as he said, excited, “Yes, Dad, fucking Poonam aunty was a fantastic experience. She is a pussy-magician, she could clench and relax my cock at will and change position when she sensed I was about to cum.”

Poonam blushed and watched helplessly as her nipples stiffened and elongated as she was excited. Vinay laughed and said, “Vijay, please be sportive, my son is praising your wife, not insulting her.”
Meanwhile, Pooja undressed her dad. Kissed and sucked his cock for a few minutes and seated him at the dining table, next to Suma.

Vijay laughed and said, “Your son is praising my wife, but your cook showered filthy abuses on my sister while fucking my sister. But, no hard feelings. My sister had multiple orgasms, and I was also super excited.”

Priya laughed and said, “Vijay, I knew you were sportive. Rajeev would have been deeply upset if he saw his mom insulted when fucked. That was the reason I was avoiding Suma-cook fuck when he was around.”

Vinay asked Suma, “Suma, I know you must be exhausted by the cook’s fucking. I have been waiting impatiently to fuck you; I had to leave because of urgent work. Maybe I have to wait for another day.”

Suma smiled and took his hand and placed it on her breast and said, “Why, Vinay darling? You don’t have energy to fuck now; did you fuck any girl in the office?”

Everyone laughed. They had a hearty lunch. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant. Everyone was comfortable. After dinner, they watched cricket for some time.

Pooja said impatiently, “When will the action start? Don’t tell me, all will say’ Good night’ and vanish into their bedrooms.”

Vinay laughed and said, “Darling. We are waiting for the food to be digested. I suggest that Vijay should fuck my wife, Priya. I am very eager to fuck Suma. Vikas has to fuck his sister, Pooja, one round. All are OK with this?”

Vikas said, “Dad, how about Poonam aunty? Why can’t I fuck her again?”
Priya said, smiling,” You can’t fuck Poonam, she is reserved for the cook.”
Poonam protested, “No, no, I can’t take that huge cock.”

Vijay laughed and said, “When my sister could take it, darling, you can very easily take it in.”

Poonam hesitated and said, “But your cook is extremely abusive, and he uses foul, dirty language while fucking. He treats women like bazaar randis. No husband can tolerate to watch wife treated like that. So, we will fuck in another bedroom.”

Vinay burst out laughing and said, “Why not? I love the cook fucking my wife and daughter? In fact, it turns me on, and I am more excited. I am sure Vijay also would love to see his wife fucked like a whore. I am also eager to see; I am prepared to wait for my turn.”

Vijay agreed. Poonam was shocked. “Vijay, what are you saying? Have you seen how the cook fucked Suma, how insulting he was?”

Vijay kissed Poonam and said, “Yes, and I found that thrilling; even my sister enjoyed the rough treatment. He doesn’t mean to insult; it charges him and makes him fuck better.” Priya agreed with him and called the cook.

Vikas said, “Dad, let us watch Poonam aunty’s fucking before we start ours.”
All agreed with enthusiasm. Women settled in the laps of men. Men were poking cocks and mauling the tits. The cook undressed, and his ever-ready, thick, long cock was jumping.

Cook hesitated and looked at Vijay, “Sir, unless I treat women I fuck like sluts, I won’t even get a hard-on.” Vijay smiled and said,” Fuck my slut wife harder than Suma, use all your dirty vocabulary to get you pumped. Don’t worry, I enjoyed watching my sister fucked, I will enjoy my wife getting a rough fuck.”

Poonam glared at her hubby and said, “How shameless pervert you turned out to be?” Priya laughed and said, “Poonam dear, enjoy your liberty, and fucking like a whore.”

The cook pushed Poonam on the settee in the hall, spread her legs and exclaimed, “This randi is not only wet, but she is also overflowing. Shameless pussy is asking for my thick lund.”

As he did with Suma, the cook did not suck Poonam’s tits or lick her pussy, with one stroke. He buried his rod to the hilt. Poonam cried out; it hurt her, but it was a sweet pain. Poonam closed her eyes as the cook increased the pace and tempo of fucking, along with a stream of filthy abuses.

This time, he included Poonam’s mom and sisters in the abuse. Poonam was getting hornier. She was responding with loud moans, upward thrusts, and hip gyrations. Vijay asked her to look at him. Poonam felt shy to look at him for the first few minutes.

She enjoyed the excitement and lust in Vijay’s eyes as he kissed and squeezed Priya’s tits and fingered Priya’s pussy. Poonam was athletic, and she turned out to be more than a match for the cook. Slowly, she dominated him. She made him dance to her tunes.

She decided when to shift to doggy, when to ride him. Worse, she matched him in filthy language. Poonam didn’t know she knew so many cuss words and gaalis.

She called him a bastard, mother-sister-fucker, mocked him, “Is this all? Can’t you fuck harder? Didn’t you have food for two days? Fuck harder.” The fuck show was amazing. All couples were extremely excited and started fucking on the sofas. Priya converted a sofa into a double bed.

Priya was showing heaven to Vijay with her mastery in fucking. Vinay was enjoying fucking Suma’s pulsating pussy. Vikas and Pooja were lost in their world. Poonam finally sucked the cook and made him cum and fill her pussy. She came into this world when she heard claps and whistles.

She realised that she lost control of herself and fucked wildly. She did not tame the wild stallion; the cook, she rode him at her will. The cook touched her feet and said with reverence and awe, “Poonam ji, you were amazing, I was putty in your hands.”

Vijay and Suma hugged and kissed her.

That night, no one slept. When the cook was fucking Poonam, Rajeev came from the office and joined the fun. He was amazed to see Poonam in action. Pooja sucked Rajeev as her brother was fucking her. When Rajeev saw Vijay pump cum in Priya’s pussy, he fucked Priya’s cum -filled pussy.

Priya had a great capacity for fucking. She was never tired and could go on fucking. Vinay fucked Poonam, and all completed one or two rounds with the others. Priya sent the cook away after he fucked Poonam. She knew Rajeev was uncomfortable when the cook was around.

Vikas had the privilege to fuck Poonam. The next day, it was time for Poonam and Vijay to return home. Suma and Rajeev tried to force them to stay longer, but Poonam was worried about her daughters’ education. They never stayed so many days away from their kids.

When they collected their daughter, Smitha and Shriya, from their brother’s home, Poonam felt guilty. She hugged and kissed her children. Poonam wondered, was she a bad mother? She was lost in her lust and fucking world and forgot her duties and responsibilities?

Poonam and Vijay’s lives fell into normal routines. For Vijay, it was home, office and running errands. For Poonam, cooking, sending kids to college, lunch boxes and domestic chores kept her busy.
Smitha was sharp, and she could make out that something changed in the few days her parents were with Suma. Her parents suddenly seemed to be in love again. They were like lovebirds and honeymooners. They seemed to be in a hurry to go to sleep early.

She observed her dad squeezing mom’s tits and his hands doing naughty things under the dining table. Mom seemed to be enjoying. Smitha was watching porn and reading sex stories, and had an idea about fucking.

She was getting excited by the bulge in her dad’s shorts and the bite, scratch marks on her mom’s face, neck and boobs. Poonam was a little concerned. The images of Vijay’s fucking Vani and Pooja were playing continuously in her mind.

How Vijay was super excited when they were calling him’ Dad’? Did Vijay have such feelings about his daughters? She dismissed the uncomfortable thoughts. No, Vijay was not such a pervert. He enjoyed tight, young cunts and when they called him dad, nothing else.

But the fire and itch in her pussy did not subside. Poonam’s thoughts returned to the fucking by the cook and the joy she felt in fucking many cocks. She never observed her cook, Bahadur, in a fucking angle. Bahadur was with them for many years, and he was like a family member.

He stayed in a small room next to the kitchen. As he was cooking, Poonam observed him. Bahadur was in mid-thirties, strong and athletic. For the first time, she looked at his crotch, and the bulge promised a big cock. Instinctively, Bahadur felt her gaze, and he was excited.

In an instant, his cock became stiff. Bahadur felt embarrassed and turned back to her. Poonam called him. He came near; he was desperate to cover his hard-on. Poonam asked him, as if she didn’t notice, “Do we have pasta? Make that afternoon snack for kids.”

Bahadur nodded and saw Poonam’s pallu slip and her cleavage feast his eyes before she covered again. He averted looking at her; he did not wish to risk his job. Poonam and Vijay were good employers, kind, considerate and not too demanding.

Poonam was his direct boss, and she sent him to meet his wife regularly for festivals or holidays. Poonam was a kind-hearted person, and though he was aroused when he had glimpses of her cleavage, he controlled his urges.

But after her recent trip to Suma’s home, Poonam was moving about without a bra and panties after Vijay left for work. She changed into a sexier nighty after the kids left for college. Bahadur was tensed up.

After Bahadur went back to the kitchen, Poonam pinged Raj and told him about her adventures. Raj felt happy and congratulated her.

Poonam: Thanks. Now, I am always wet and feeling horny. I want fucking.

Raj: I understand. Visit Suma every weekend.

Poonam: That is difficult. I can’t neglect my children. I am thinking of seducing my cook.

Raj: Wow. Great. Your hubby would love to see you fuck.

Poonam: This time, I want to cheat. I won’t tell hubby.

Raj: Poor man.

Poonam: Tell me, Vijay was thrilled when Vani and Pooja called him dad. Do you think he wants to fuck his daughters?

Raj: Possible. What about you? Will you lose sleep if he fucks them behind you?

Poonam: After experiencing the joy of fucking, I don’t want to deprive them. I want them to enjoy from a young age. Why shouldn’t they start with Dad?

Raj: My God. You are amazing.

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Guys, this is the second part of my previous story. For those who have not read the first part, please do so and come back.

Before I begin, here is a quick briefing: I am Ram, and I am 32 years old now. The incident I’m about to describe happened in 2019, when I was 26. My ex-colleague, Roshni, was 28 at the time, and her measurements were 32C-28-30.

After our first sexual experience in Lonavala, we continued to be friends with benefits. At the office, we consciously limited our interactions, keeping our relationship strictly professional.

After hours, however, we were in a situationship. I was, in a way, compensating for the absence of her husband. We continued working out at the gym together, fitting in some quick sex sessions at her home in between those days.

One day, while we were at the gym, Roshni asked if I knew what a “cuckold” was. I said yes, having seen it in porn videos.

Roshni: “I want to tell you something.”

Ram: “About ‘cuckold’?”

Roshni: “Yes.”

Ram: “Is your hubby a ‘cuckold’?”

Roshni: “Not only him. I like to watch and enjoy him having fun with other girls, too.”

Ram: “What?”

Roshni: “Yes.”

Roshni opened her phone and showed me some videos. In them, her husband was having sex with foreign women during one of his ship journeys. He used to share the videos with her, and she would enjoy them and masturbate while watching.

In all the videos, her husband was banging the girls doggy style. I asked her why all the videos were shot from the same angle. She said she wanted to see the action from that specific point of view and had requested he film it that way.

Seeing other women being banged by her husband made her feel high.

Even though I had known her for nearly two years and had been sleeping with her for almost five months, I had no idea about this fantasy until then.

Roshni: “You know one thing?”

Ram: “What’s the next surprise?”

Roshni: “Yeah, a small surprise.”

Ram: “What?”

Roshni: “My husband knows about our relationship. He’s the one who encouraged me to have fun with you.”

Ram: “Oh fuck… What’s happening here?!”

Roshni: “He wants to see our fucking session live via an IMO video call.”

Ram: “Sorry, Roshni. I won’t be comfortable. I can’t fuck you in front of your husband.”

Roshni: “Me and my hubby are okay with it. I enjoy sex with you. Please join us.”

Ram: “I enjoy sex with you too, but…”

Roshni: “Don’t feel shy, Ram. This will be interesting.”

Ram: “Have you been fucked by someone else in front of your husband before?”

Roshni: “No. I’ve always wanted to, but I just got the right companion.”

Hearing that, I smiled, and she convinced me to agree on one condition: that I would not show my face. She agreed. In my mind, the whole situation felt absurd, but I didn’t show it.

We started planning for the virtual threesome. After several discussions, we decided to go to Alibag. I remember that December 21st was Roshni’s wedding anniversary, and she booked the resort for the day before.

On the morning of December 20th, we rented a Zoomcar and drove to Alibag. The drive from Bandra to Alibag was nearly three hours. We reached the resort by 2:00 PM.

Since we had something special planned, we didn’t get involved in sex immediately after checking in. I had already bought a cake and champagne to celebrate her wedding anniversary without her knowledge and kept them in the car.

While she went to freshen up, I brought the cake and champagne inside, hiding them in the closet and placing my clothes on top.

She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another towel turban-style on her head. Her thighs, peeking from under the towel, looked very sexy, and I got aroused. I went behind her and kissed her neck.

Her neck was her weakness; whenever I kissed it, she responded very well, which I loved. We started smooching romantically. I lifted her by her thighs, holding her as we continued.

After a while, we stopped, and just as I was about to go further, she stopped me, telling me to wait for her husband’s call. I felt disappointed and lay down on the bed.

I watched her change in front of me. She wore a red, designer-style, strapless bra and matching red panties. Over that, she wore a V-necked, sleeveless, body-shaped dress. She looked prettier in that dress.

Her boobs and buttocks were well-fitted in the maroon attire and looked extremely hot. Her figure was amazing, and anyone would stare at her assets.

It was around 5:00 PM, and she called me to join her at the bar. We went and had beer together. While we were sitting there, she got a message from her husband.

He was somewhere near New Zealand, where the time was around 11:30 PM. He wanted to see her being fucked by me at the stroke of midnight on December 21st.

I was impressed with his fantasy, as I had been waiting to pound her since the afternoon. In my mind, I thanked him.

We immediately settled the bill and went to our room. After entering, I hugged her and took off my clothes — my t-shirt and jeans — standing there in my boxers. We started kissing again.

She grabbed her phone while we were kissing. She then stopped, knelt in front of me like a slave, and called her husband on IMO. She turned the camera towards me and handed me the phone.

I could see her husband sitting on a couch, and he could see Roshni kneeling. Through the call, I could see both of them. I held the phone so her husband couldn’t see my face but could see what his sexy bitch was doing.

She lowered my boxers and pulled out my dick. She started stroking it and then slowly began to suck. She rolled her tongue over the tip, teasing me. I knew she was also teasing her husband. She started the blowjob very slowly and steadily.

Her husband instructed her to remove her dress and be in her underwear. She stopped the blowjob, stripped down to her designer strapless bra and panties, and knelt again.

The view on her phone was of her sucking my dick while her husband stroked his own. That view made me high and excited. I started to enjoy the cuckolding, too.

She increased her speed, taking it deep into her throat. She played with my dick expertly and was about to make me cum when her husband intervened and instructed her to go doggy style.

She went to the bed, bending over with her head on the mattress and her ass facing me. I unhooked her bra with one hand and slid off her panties.

She was completely nude in front of me, waiting for my dick. I could see her husband stroking his dick slowly on the call. Then he shouted, “Pound that bitch hard!”

I went near her pussy, and she guided my dick to her hole. As I started to push, it felt tight. We hadn’t had foreplay, so she wasn’t very wet. But her husband kept screaming for me to bang her. I pushed my dick with all my strength, and it went inside.

I felt sorry for her, as I could tell it hurt. She screamed in pain, and tears came to her eyes. I started fucking her slowly from behind while holding the phone in one hand, giving her husband a view of her ass and back.

I positioned the camera near my dick so he could see it entering her. I could see the speed of his strokes increasing in response to my ramming speed. So I banged her very hard — so hard that to this day, I haven’t fucked anyone with that much intensity.

The room was filled with the sound of ramming and her moans.

When I was about to cum, I pulled out. I made her sit facing me and released my cum all over her face. I could see her husband cum at the same time. Cum was spread all over her face.

She sucked my dick clean. I handed the phone back to her. While they were talking, I arranged the cake and champagne. I then took the phone back and showed him the cake and champagne.

We celebrated her anniversary to the fullest that day after the awesome session. He told her he enjoyed the virtual threesome and encouraged me to join them for a real session when he came to Mumbai.

Although I wasn’t interested in the beginning, the experience of cuckolding was amazing. Banging the wife in front of the husband was surreal. It became a fantasy for me from that day on.

Later, in 2020, the COVID-19 pandemic broke out. I quit my job in Mumbai and returned to Kerala, so I couldn’t join them for a real-life cuckold session.

Though we were in touch for a while, we don’t have any contact now.

*****

This was my sexual experience with my married ex-colleague.

Any ladies and married women looking for casual friendship with no commitments and no relationship can connect with me at [email protected]

Ye story mere bagal ke building mein rehne wali ladki Prachi ki hai. Prachi ka height lagbhag 5’6″ hai, thodi moti hai, gaand badi hai aur boobs 34 size ke hain. Woh thodi sawli hai. Uski umar 36 saal hai.

Woh recently apne pati ko chhod ke apne mayke aayi hai. Uska dressing ekdum randi jaisa hai: shorts, crop top, tight-fitting T-shirt, deep neck, backless, waise-waise. Usko dekhke society ke jawan aur buddhe uspe laal tapkate the.

Ek din woh bahar ja rahi thi aur luckily main bike pe tha. Maine usse poocha, “Kahi chhod dun?”

Woh boli, “Theek hai.”

Aise hum 2-3 baar takraye. Fir humne numbers exchange kiye. Fir ek din uske Insta pe uska birthday ka post aaya. Kaafi sad post dala tha usne. Toh maine use message kiya aur wish kiya.

Fir maine kaha, “Party karte hain.”

Woh boli uska mood nahi hai, lekin maine use thoda encourage kiya toh woh maan gayi. Woh apne flat pe akele rehti thi. Main uske flat pe beer aur cigarette leke gaya aur cake khaane order kiya.

Usne darwaza khola. Woh ek cotton sleeveless nighty mein thi jo knee ke upar thi. Maine jaate hi use hug kiya aur use wish kiya. Mujhe pata chal gaya usne bra nahi pehni thi. Uska gadraya badan mere badan se chipka – bahut maza aaya tha.

Fir maine usse kaha, “Itni sad kyun ho birthday pe?”

Woh boli, “Jaane do ab… kya fayda uska?”

Maine fir thoda insist kiya usse toh woh boli, “Mere pati ne mujhe wish nahi kiya aur mere kaafi friends ne bhi nahi kiya. Aise akele birthday mein mujhe bura lag raha hai.”

Woh thodi rone ke haalat mein thi. Maine firse use hug kiya aur uski peeth se sehlaake use santwan de raha tha. Fir woh thodi normal hui.

Maine kaha, “Chalo… cake cut karte hain.”

Fir main room ke lights off karke candle jalaya aur usne cake kata. Woh thodi khush hui.

Fir maine beer nikali aur pucha, “Tum peeti ho kya?”

Woh boli, “Haan.”

Fir humne beer peena shuru kiya. Do-do beer peene ke baad woh thodi frank ho gayi. Usko thodi chadh gayi thi. Mujhe uska panty dikh raha tha – usne red color ka panty pehna tha.

Fir maine music lagaya aur hum dance karne lage. Maine mauka dekhke romantic music lagaya. Fir hum ball dance karne lage. Uske nipples mujhe feel ho rahe the uski nighty se.

Fir maine halke se uske gaal pe kiss kiya. Usne kuch nahi bola. Fir maine dusre gaal pe kiss kiya. Woh bhi mood mein aa gayi. Fir maine uska kamar pakda aur use gale pe kiss karne laga.

Ab woh full out of control ho gayi thi. Fir hum lip kiss karne lage. Uski aankhein bandh thi. Uspe full-on hawas saavi ho gaya tha.

Maine uski gaand pe haath pherna shuru kiya aur uski nighty upar karke uske panty ke andar haanth daalke uski gaand dabane laga.

Usne mera T-shirt utara aur ab uske nipples full hard ho gaye the. Main uske boobs dabane laga. Uske soft boobs dabane mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Fir maine uski nighty utaar di.

Ab uska nanga badan mere saamne tha. Main uske boobs pe kiss karne laga aur uske nipples choosne laga aur woh moan kar rahi thi. Ek haath uske left boob daba raha tha aur right wala boob choos raha tha.

Ab maine dusra haanth uske panty mein daala. Uski chut puri geeli ho chuki thi. Ekdum clean chut thi uski. Uski siskiyaan nikal rahi thi aur mujhe aur maza aane laga.

Fir main uski chut mein ungli daalne laga. Ab usne mujhe upar kheencha aur mujhe zorr-zorr se kiss karne lagi aur usne apna haanth mere shorts mein daalke mera lund pakad liya.

Mera already hard ho gaya tha. Usne pakadke hilane lagi. Fir usne mera shorts aur chaddi nikaali aur mere lund ke saath khelne lagi.

Maine bhi uski panty nikaal di. Ab hum dono nange the aur hum dono ek-dusre ko kiss karne lage.

Fir usne mere chest pe kiss kiya aur uska haanth abhi bhi mere lund pe tha. Fir woh dheere-dheere neeche gayi aur usne mere lund pe kiss kiya. Fir usne mujhe blowjob dena shuru kiya.

Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. 6 mahine se jiska sapna dekh raha tha, woh ab sach ho raha tha.

Usne 5 minute tak mujhe blowjob diya aur fir mera lund pakadke mujhe bed pe le gayi aur mujhe leta diya. Fir woh mere upar chadke mere lund ko apne boobs se ragadne lagi. Uske kadak nipples mere kadak lund se takra rahe the.

Fir usne apni chut mere lund pe laga ke ragadne lagi. Uski chut aur geeli ho gayi thi. Dheere-dheere mera lund uski chut ke andar jaane laga.

Tab maine usse kaha, “Condom laga do pehle,” toh usne mere muh pe apna haanth rakha aur mere lund uski chut mein ghusane lagi.

Ab mera lund puri tarah uski chut ke andar tha aur woh mujhpe baithke koodne lagi. Uske boobs bhi mast jhool rahe the. Maine uska kamar pakda aur uske love handles ko dabane laga.

Fir main uske boobs pakadke masalne laga. Hum dono zorr se moan kar rahe the. Tabhi maine uske nipples pakadke pinch karne laga aur uski cheek nikal gayi, lekin uss kutiya ko maza bhi bahut aa raha tha. Woh aur zorr-zorr se koodne lagi mere lund pe.

Fir maine uske gale pe haanth rakha aur dheere se use choke kar raha tha. Aur ek haanth se use gaal pe slap kar raha tha. Uske andar ki rand ab jaag gayi thi aur woh orgasm ke peak pe thi.

Mera bhi nikalne hi wala tha. Main bhi ab use chodne laga tha aur woh mujhpe koodne lagi. Maine use gaand pe thappad maara aur 2 minute baad mera nikal gaya aur mera pura maal uski chut ke andar hi nikal gaya.

Uske bhi chut se kaafi paani beh raha tha – bed ka chaddar geela ho gaya tha. Mera lund abhi bhi uski chut ke andar hi tha aur akhri 3-4 jhatke de raha tha.

Fir woh mujhpe so gayi aur mera lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha. Uska boobs mere chest pe crush ho gaya tha.

Thodi der baad maine use bed pe phenka side mein aur lund uske muh mein daala. Woh firse mera lund choosne lagi aur woh mera cum aur khud ki chut ka paani chaat rahi thi.

Maine kaha, “Ek number randi hai tu, saali.”

Woh haste haste choosne lagi aur mera pura lund chaat-chaatke saaf kar diya.

Abhi raat ke 11 baj gaye the aur barish ho rahi thi bahar.

London in early November—grey skies, as usual, that constant drizzle making everything feel a bit quiet.

I was 24, fresh out of uni, handling social media for this event agency that books comedy tours. Nothing flashy, just snapping pics, posting clips, keeping the online buzz alive.

Ended up at Soho Theatre for her tour, phone in hand, capturing crowd vibes for the feed. She hit the stage like she’d built it herself—Urooj Ashfaq, all quiet, witty and killer timing. Laughter built slowly and then went high.

I filmed a bit, but mostly just watched, hooked on how she held the room without trying. Backstage was a mess—gear everywhere, people chatting loudly.

I was packing my camera when she walked by for water. Eyes met mine quickly. “Thanks for the posts,” she said, nodding at my phone like she’d seen the stories already. Her smile flashed briefly but was real. I mumbled something dumb, and scrolling pointlessly, hoping for another glance.

Didn’t happen, but it felt like destiny was planning something, me being a huge believer of destiny.

Chapter 2 – The Cafe near Soho

Slept like anything as I am so tired, her set looping in my brain. Woke up around 3 PM, and as usual, it is raining. At 4, hit this cafe round the corner from the theatre—fogged windows, wobbly tables, killer flat whites.

And to my surprise, Urooj is in that cafe. She was sitting in the back, notebook out, mumbling lines to herself, messy hair in a bun like she always liked. Fingers inked up, that focused look in her eye.

Looked real, and that hit me at once. She was confused about ordering. The waiter flubbed her order—mild spice mess. She clarified calmly, but I was right there, so I leaned over.

“Authentic hot, not UK mild, yeah?” Voice came out low, like we were in on it. Caught a whiff of her—warm and subtle.

She spun, eyes sparking. “Social media guy being my saviour now?” Teasing, but warm.

She pulled out the chair opposite. “Sit. I will repay you with bad company.”

I dropped in, knees bumping hers under the table. Stayed bumped. She doodled jokes; I am sipping my americano.

Eyes kept meeting—hers curious, mine probably too eager. Fingers grazed, passing her a napkin. Laughed over nothing, air humming close. And the day ended with a bye at the cafe!

Chapter 3 – Leeds
The tour went to Leeds.

My boss wrote an appreciation message for the engagement we were getting—likes pouring in on the reels I’d posted from Soho.

I was full-time on it now, handling social media for the agency: stories, reels, and fan chats. Felt good, like I was part of the momentum.

Backstage before the show, she spotted me. “Arre, café hero,” she said with a big grin, switching to Hindi since she knew I was Indian too—must’ve cracked it from my accent.

Her hand was lightly on my arm. The touch felt electric in the cold. The show rocked.

After, she grabbed my elbow. “Chal, walk karte hain?”(Let’s walk) Streets were empty, fog heavy. Shoulders bumped while walking, she is breathing heavy because of the cold.

She talked about a bad joke, her voice in my ear. I felt her relax when I said, “Your other 99 jokes went bomb.” She blushed hearing that.

Toward the end of the walk, as we looped back to the venue, she stopped and turned to me. “Waise, tera naam kya hai?” (What’s your name?) she asked casually, her eyes curious. It had just hit her that we hadn’t done names yet.

I spoke back, “Vicky!”

And age?

I’m 25!

Chapter 4 – Manchester
So, we became good friends after that walk in Leeds. Felt natural, like we’d skipped the awkward phase.

Train to Manchester. We were travelling together now, part of the same team buzz. Sitting facing each other, knees touching lightly through the jolts.

She looked easy in her casual vibe with a messy bun, listening to songs, until her AirPods died. I offered one of mine without thinking. Fingers fumbled connecting it, hers warm on mine—a small spark.

I was listening to Marshmello; she scrunched her nose and said, “Eww,” teasing, then shared her playlist with me.

First time we exchanged numbers. Hers was full of Hindi melody songs, felt like sneaking into her thoughts, soft and personal.

A girl from her team shifted seats, so she asked me to sit beside her—she wanted a nap. She scooted close, head dropping onto my shoulder, even nabbing a few fries from my fingers mid-yawn.

“Tu itna steady kyun hai?”(Why so steady?) she murmured in Hindi, breath tickling my skin, like it was already our little thing.

I’d never had a girl touch me like this before—I froze up as she rested on my shoulder. She noticed, chuckled softly.

“Relax,” she said, “lower your shoulder.” I’m 6’1″, she’s 5’4″, so I slid down a bit, making it comfy.

She drifted off quickly, and outside it was raining again, drops streaking the window. I wanted Manchester never to come—the feeling was just too great.

Chapter 5 – The Lost Bet
Manchester hit after that train nap. A crowd-packed show that day. I was buzzing from her head on my shoulder earlier, still feeling the warmth.

Backstage, during soundcheck, she pulled me aside with that mischievous grin. “Bet karte hain,”(Let’s bet) she said, eyes sparkling. “Predict kaise land karega mera opening joke tonight. Land karega ya nahi?” (Predict how my opening joke will go?)

I thought about it, shook my head.

“Nah, tough crowd—won’t land.”

She laughed. “Deal. If you lose, you’re under my command for the rest of the tour.”

The show went on; her opener killed—the room exploded. I lost the bet badly.

After, she found me in the green room, stepped close, chest almost brushing mine. “Ab tu mere saath stuck hai,”(You’re stuck now) she whispered, breath hot on my face—playful, not too forward, but enough to make my pulse jump.

Started right away—told me to grab her water, then sit next to her, no questions. Felt teasing but charged, her eyes holding mine longer. The commands kept coming light at first, like deciding where we’d eat, but the air shifted, pulling us tighter.

Chapter 6 – The Bristol Day
Headed to Bristol after Manchester, rainy drive down.

Her commands from the back kept things fun but closer: “Yahan baith mere paas,”(Sit here) on the bus, thigh to thigh, her hand casual on my knee now and then.

Felt the shift, like a play turning real. Pre-show, she commanded “Coffee la,”(Bring Coffee) with a wink. I did, and when I handed it over, our fingers lingered, her eyes soft.

Mid-soundcheck break, she leaned in close. “Mic adjust kar,” (Adjust Mic). Guiding my hands to her collar—skin warm, pulse quick under my fingers. Air got thick; she didn’t pull away fast.

Gig went solid, crowd loving her. After, she tugged my sleeve backstage. “Let’s go out,” voice. We skipped the group and found a quiet pub corner. Knee against mine under the table, talking deep—her opening up about tour fatigue, me sharing bits of my life.

Her hand slid across to mine, no command, just holding. Squeezed gently, thumbs circling. Felt intimate, like walls dropping.

Chapter 7 – The Bristol Night
Rain picked up outside the pub; we dashed to our hotel, laughing under shared coats. Door shut, room quiet.

She turned, eyes searching. “Idhar aa,” (Come here.)  soft command, hand on my jaw. I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. Leaned slow; she met me halfway.

Kiss started gently—lips soft, parting slow, tongues shy, then bolder. Her Hands fisted my shirt collar; mine roved her neck, feeling her neck with my fingers. Broke gasping, foreheads pressed.

“Dheere,”(Slow) she panted against my mouth, nipping light. “Bahut time hai.”(We have time)

Deeper kiss, her sigh vibrating through me. We fell back to the bed, still clothed, tumbling down. Kisses turned urgent—mouths hungry, her fingers under my shirt, tracing skin hot, nails faint down my spine, pulling shivers.

I kissed her jaw, sucked softly at her pulse, her gasp filling the room. She arched, legs tangling with mine, hands roaming my chest, thumb teasing till I groaned low.

Tugged her collar aside, lips on collarbone, breaths ragged as we pressed tighter, bodies moulding. Slowed eventually, noses touching, her eyes glassy-soft in the low light.

Small, real smile.

“Tu.”(You)

“Tu.”(You)

She drifted to sleep right there, curled against me, as we were already down on alcohol. Bristol made it real, all in that one night. Yeah, we were both so drowsy after—the gig, the rain, the everything.

I wrapped her in the blanket gently, switched on the heater to chase the chill, and slipped out quietly to my own room down the hall. But damn, it was my first makeout like that—magical, heart pounding even now.

Chapter 8 – Edin and back to London
Edinburgh rolled in the next morning, with great crowds under those grey skies.

The Bristol glow stuck with us. I was unable to face her properly—embarrassed, replaying the night, wondering if this is all a dream. But I spotted a hickey on her neck and confirmed!

She pulled me aside pre-show, eyes teasing but soft.

“Why did you go?” she asked in Hindi, “Room share kar sakte the na? Such a gentleman you are.” (We can share a room.)

Laughed lightly, bumping my shoulder, making it feel okay. Then, with a naughty glint, she added, “Have I bullied you so much last night?”—referring to all the commands. Her voice was playful, making me blush harder but grin. The set was rough, and it left her drained.

After, she found me on the couch.

“Hold kar mujhe,”(Hold me), tired whisper. Curled right into my chest, hand flat over my heart, like feeling the beat. I pulled her close, arm around, fingers slow through her hair.

“Thak gayi hoon,”(I am so tired) she breathed out softly.

Our breaths fell in together, no need for talk. It hit deeper, like Bristol had opened a door we weren’t closing. From there, southbound, the tour fades out. Stormy roads rocked the van, but we stayed huddled. Her head back on my shoulder, fingers woven tight with mine.

Chatted low about the after: her Mumbai flight looming, me sorting next steps.

Air thick with unsaid—tour wrapping, but this? Alive and growing. As London’s lights crept up on the horizon, she squeezed my hand hard. “Yeh end nahi ho raha.”(This is not ending)

Grinned back. “Bil kul nahi.”(Not at all)

I’ll write the next chapters in Part 2, and yes, this is a purely fictional story. Over the last month, I’ve really loved Roo’s vibe—I saw her standup recently, and listening to her just felt so nice. I liked her so much. Maybe it’s just a fanboy admiration.

I ended up writing this one, which is of pure feelings. I’d never disclose who I am to her, as I have my share of trust issues.

Hope you all loved it! Roo, if you’re reading this, let me know if you’d like a Part 2.

The First Encounter

She had always been Aunty Anna to me. She was my mother’s closest friend. She was deeply religious and never missed church. She spoke softly about faith and discipline. She dressed modestly and prayed before meals. She carried herself with calm authority.

That’s why I never expected that afternoon. It changed everything. I was home alone. The house was quiet except for the ceiling fan. I was lost in my own world. I was careless about the door being unlocked.

I didn’t hear her footsteps. I only heard the soft click of the door opening.

Me: Aunty?

I said, startled. I quickly pulled myself together. She froze. For a second, neither of us spoke. Her eyes widened slightly. It was not in anger or shock. It was something far more unsettling. It was awareness.

Her gaze didn’t just see me. It took in my bare chest. It saw the hard lines of my abs. It saw the trail of hair leading down. I was still semi-hard. My thick cock was heavy against my thigh.

Aunty Anna: I… I’m sorry.

She said quietly, turning her face away. Her cheeks flushed. A hot pink spread down her neck. It spread across the smooth skin of her chest. The modest neckline of her dress suddenly felt revealing. It showed too much of her soft cleavage.

Aunty Anna: I should have knocked.

Me: I didn’t expect anyone.

I replied, steadying my voice. I expected embarrassment. But something else rose instead. It was a raw, confident heat. I saw her eyes flicker back. It was just for a split second. They went to my body. They went to my dick. I wasn’t a boy anymore.

She nodded and composed herself too quickly. She stepped back as if nothing happened. But her fingers were trembling. They gripped the strap of her handbag.

Aunty Anna: I came to see your mother.

Me: She’s not home yet. She’ll be back soon.

She hesitated. Her knuckles were white. Then she walked to the hall anyway. She sat on the edge of the sofa. She smoothed her dress over her full hips and round ass. Silence filled the room. It was thick and heavy.

Aunty Anna: I trust this stays between us.

She said softly, not looking at me.

Me: Of course.

I replied, pulling on a shirt. I left it open. I walked into the room. I felt her eyes on me.
Me: But… I’m not a child, Aunty.

She looked up at me then. She really looked. Her gaze travelled from my face. It went down my open shirt. It went to the obvious bulge in my pants. Her lips parted slightly. They were soft, always-praying lips.

Aunty Anna: I know.

She said after a moment. Her voice was a husky whisper.

Aunty Anna: That’s what makes it… awkward.

Her honesty sent a jolt straight to my cock. I smiled. It was not a nervous smile. It was a slow, knowing calm.

Me: Awkward doesn’t have to mean wrong.

Her lips stayed parted. She closed them again. She swallowed hard. Her eyes dropped to her folded hands. I could see her rapid pulse. It beat at the base of her throat.

Aunty Anna: You speak very confidently these days.

Me: College teaches you that.

I replied, leaning back against the wall. I let her look her fill.

Me: And life.

She laughed quietly. It was a shaky, breathy sound. She shook her head.

Aunty Anna: You sound nothing like the boy I remember.

Me: That boy grew up watching you.

I said, meeting her gaze without hesitation. I let every ounce of my hunger show.

Me: Watching the way your hips sway in that dress. The way your lips move when you pray. I’ve imagined the feel of your skin, Aunty.

That made her still. She was completely still. The air shifted. It grew hot and charged. Her hand flew to the small cross at her neck. She clutched it like an anchor. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. It was a shallow rhythm.

Aunty Anna: You shouldn’t say things like that.

She murmured. But it was a weak protest. Her voice was laced with forbidden heat.

Me: But you don’t tell me to stop.

I said gently, taking a step closer. I could smell her perfume now. It was sweet and floral. It mixed with the faint scent of her arousal. My dick was hard and throbbing. It strained against my jeans.

She met my eyes again. It was longer this time. She was searching. She was struggling. Her own eyes were dark. Her pupils were blown wide.

Aunty Anna: I pray every day for strength. Faith keeps me steady.

Me: Faith doesn’t erase being human.

I replied, my voice dropping low. I was close enough now. I could feel the heat from her body.

Me: It just teaches restraint.

She exhaled sharply. It was a ragged sound. It was as if my words struck her core. A soft moan caught in her throat. It was involuntary.

Aunty Anna: I should leave.

She said, standing. But her legs seemed weak. She didn’t move immediately.

Aunty Anna: You won’t tell your mother.

Her eyes were locked on my mouth.

Me: No.

I replied, leaning in. My lips were near her ear.

Me: I wouldn’t.

Aunty Anna: Why?

Her whisper was a gasp.

Me: Because some moments are private.

My hand came up. It almost brushed the swell of her breast. She shuddered.

Me: And some truths don’t need confession.

Her throat worked visibly. The pious woman was fading. In her place was a hungry creature. She was desperate. Her body was heated and yearning.
She was caught between belief and primal desire.

She stepped toward the door. Then she stopped. Her back was to me. But I saw her shoulders rise. She took a deep, trembling breath. Her ass pressed against her dress. It was an invitation and a torment.

Aunty Anna: You’ve changed.

She said again. Her voice was quiet and raw.

Me: So have you.

I let her hear the possessive promise in my tone. She didn’t turn around. She just nodded once. It was a slow, surrendering dip of her head. Then she left.

The room pulsed with sinful energy. It was from what had almost happened. It was from what was now burning between us. It was uncontrollable.

After that day, everything was different. Her visits became shorter. But they were more frequent. Her glances lingered. Conversations were careful. They were loaded with things unsaid.

She never crossed a line. But she no longer pretended it wasn’t there. And neither did I.

My name is Anu Mehta. By now, I am known in the police station as the married whore who services the entire force every Friday. Satya drops me off, watches me disappear inside. He then waits like a good cuckold while dozens of officers use me for hours.

My holes are rarely empty anymore. My body is marked with their bites, bruises, and permanent writing under my clothes.

One Wednesday evening, Patel called Satya’s phone.  He put it on speaker so I could hear.

“We have a job for your wife,” he said. “High-end nightclub sting. Drugs and illegal gambling in the vip rooms. We need bait that looks like a high-class escort. Your slut is perfect.”

Satya’s voice shook. “Yes, Sir… she’ll do whatever you need.”

Patel laughed. “Good cuckold. Bring her on Friday. Dress her like a rich man’s whore.”

I cum just hearing it.

Friday night, Satya dressed me himself. Tiny silver sequin dress — backless, front plunging to my navel. No bra. No panties. The hem barely covered my ass. Thigh-high black stockings with seams up the back.

Six-inch silver heels. Hair in loose waves. Smoky eyes. Blood-red lips. A thin silver chain around my waist with a small police badge charm hidden against my skin — their private joke.

Patel met us at the station first. Inspected me like property. He lifted the dress. Checked I was bare underneath. Slid two fingers inside me easily.

“Already wet. Perfect.”

He fit a tiny hidden mic and camera in the badge charm. Audio and video are fed live to the surveillance van and to Satya’s phone.

Satya was told to park two blocks away in an unmarked car. He would listen to everything on earphones. Watch the feed on a tablet. No touching himself until the op was over.

Patel kissed my mouth hard. Bit my lip.

“Seduce the targets. Let them touch. If they want more in the vip booth, give it. We’ll move in after we have evidence.”

I smiled. “Yes, Sir. I’ll make them confess… and cum.”

The club was packed. Thumping bass. Flashing lights. Smell of expensive perfume and money.

Patel’s team had pointed out the three targets: Vikram, Rohan, and Sunny. Rich. Mid-30s. Handsome. Known for moving drugs and running underground poker in the VIP lounges.

I walked straight to their table. Hips swaying slowly. Vikram saw me first. Eyes devoured.

“Looking for company, gentlemen?”

Rohan grinned, “Always for a woman like you.”

They bought me drinks. Hands on my thighs instantly. I laughed. Leaned in so my tits almost spilt out. Within twenty minutes, we were in their private VIP booth. Curtains half-drawn. Low lights. Couch big enough for sin.

Vikram pulled me onto his lap. Hand straight under my dress. Found bare pussy.

“Fuck… no panties. You came ready.”

I ground on him.

“I like to be accessible.”

Rohan filmed on his phone. Sunny poured champagne on my chest. Licked it off my nipples through the sequins. I moaned loud enough for the mic.

“Yes… touch me… I want all three of you.”

Vikram fingered me roughly. Two fingers. Then three.

“So wet already. You’re a proper slut.”

Me: “Your slut tonight… do whatever you want.”

Sunny pulled my dress down. Tits out. Mouth on my nipples. Biting hard. Rohan opened his pants. Thick cock out. Pulled my head down. I took him deep. No hesitation.

“Mmm… yes… feed me.”

Vikram stood. Lifted me. Bent me over the table. Dress around my waist. Spit on my pussy. Slammed in.

“Oh fuck… yes.”

He fucked hard. The table shook.

Me: “Harder… fuck me as if you own me.”

Sunny in my mouth now. Vikram is in my pussy. Rohan is filming closely. I looked at the hidden badge cam. I knew Satya was watching. Knew the team was recording.

I screamed around Sunny’s cock.

“I’m your whore… use me.”

First orgasm hit. Squirting on Vikram’s cock. They laughed.

Vikram: “She squirts. Perfect.”

They rotated. Sunny took my pussy. Bigger. Stretched me wide.

“Fuck… so thick… yes.”

Rohan is in my ass. No lube but my own wetness.

“Scream, slut.”

Me: “Ahhh… both holes… fill me.”

I cum again. Harder. Body shaking. Vikram filmed my face. Made me look at the camera.

“Tell us what you are.”

Me (gasping): “I’m a married slut… here to fuck criminals… and cops… yes, deeper.”

That was the confession trigger. Suddenly, the curtains ripped open. Patel and eight armed officers stormed in.

“Police! Hands up!”

The three targets froze. Cocks out. Pants down. I stayed bent over. Cum is already dripping. Patel cuffed them fast. Read rights. Then looked at me. Smiled dark.

“Good work, slut. Evidence secured.”

He nodded to his team. The armed officers didn’t leave. Patel locked the booth door again.

“Targets secured in the van. Now we celebrate the successful op.”

Eight officers. All in tactical gear. Vests. Boots. Guns holstered. They pushed the criminals’ table aside. Laid me on the long couch.

Patel first. Lifted my legs over his shoulders. Slammed into my used pussy.

“Fuck… yes, Sir… reward your slut.”

He pounded brutally.

Patel: “Tell the mic what’s happening.”

Me (screaming): “Baby… eight cops are gangbanging me now… in the vip booth… their cocks are so much better than the criminals… ahhh fuck me harder.”

Satya’s breathing loud in the earpiece. One officer fed me his cock. Tasted like gun oil and authority. Another took my ass. Double again.

“Oh god… both holes… police cocks own me.”

They rotated savage. One after another breeding my pussy.

“Take our loads… good undercover whore.”

I came nonstop. Squirting on tactical pants. One fingered my pussy slowly while another fucked my throat.

“Feel that, slut? Whole hand inside…”

Me: “Yes… stretch me… ruin your married toy.”

Another used my hair to wipe his cock clean. They wrote on my body with club pens.

“Undercover cumdump,” across tits.

“Station whore” on thighs.

Hours. The booth reeked of sex. Finally, Patel is last.

Made me ride him reverse. Facing the hidden cam.

He held the badge charm up.

“Tell your husband the truth.”

Me (bouncing hard, voice wrecked): “Satya… I’m not coming home the same… I belong to the force now… my pussy… my ass… my mouth… all police property… I’m never just yours again… Ah, I’m cumming.”

I squirted one last time all over Patel’s uniform. He filled me deep. They dressed. Left me on the couch. Dress ruined. Body painted. Cum is leaking everywhere.

Patel tossed my trench coat over me.

“Next op in two weeks. Bigger club. More targets.”

I smiled weakly. “Yes, sir… anytime.”

Satya waited in the car. Eyes red. Cock still hard. He didn’t speak. Just drove home. Fucked my destroyed holes slowly. Crying into my neck.

Me: “It’s okay, baby… You knew this would happen.”

He came weak inside me. Mixed with twenty other loads. I fell asleep full. Already counting days to the next sting. I am their undercover slut now.

And I love it.

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The First Encounter

She had always been Aunty Anna to me. She was my mother’s closest friend. She was deeply religious and never missed church. She spoke softly about faith and discipline. She dressed modestly and prayed before meals. She carried herself with calm authority.

That’s why I never expected that afternoon. It changed everything. I was home alone. The house was quiet except for the ceiling fan. I was lost in my own world. I was careless about the door being unlocked.

I didn’t hear her footsteps. I only heard the soft click of the door opening.

Me: Aunty?

I said, startled. I quickly pulled myself together. She froze. For a second, neither of us spoke. Her eyes widened slightly. It was not in anger or shock. It was something far more unsettling. It was awareness.

Her gaze didn’t just see me. It took in my bare chest. It saw the hard lines of my abs. It saw the trail of hair leading down. I was still semi-hard. My thick cock was heavy against my thigh.

Aunty Anna: I… I’m sorry.

She said quietly, turning her face away. Her cheeks flushed. A hot pink spread down her neck. It spread across the smooth skin of her chest. The modest neckline of her dress suddenly felt revealing. It showed too much of her soft cleavage.

Aunty Anna: I should have knocked.

Me: I didn’t expect anyone.

I replied, steadying my voice. I expected embarrassment. But something else rose instead. It was a raw, confident heat. I saw her eyes flicker back. It was just for a split second. They went to my body. They went to my dick. I wasn’t a boy anymore.

She nodded and composed herself too quickly. She stepped back as if nothing happened. But her fingers were trembling. They gripped the strap of her handbag.

Aunty Anna: I came to see your mother.

Me: She’s not home yet. She’ll be back soon.

She hesitated. Her knuckles were white. Then she walked to the hall anyway. She sat on the edge of the sofa. She smoothed her dress over her full hips and round ass. Silence filled the room. It was thick and heavy.

Aunty Anna: I trust this stays between us.

She said softly, not looking at me.

Me: Of course.

I replied, pulling on a shirt. I left it open. I walked into the room. I felt her eyes on me.
Me: But… I’m not a child, Aunty.

She looked up at me then. She really looked. Her gaze travelled from my face. It went down my open shirt. It went to the obvious bulge in my pants. Her lips parted slightly. They were soft, always-praying lips.

Aunty Anna: I know.

She said after a moment. Her voice was a husky whisper.

Aunty Anna: That’s what makes it… awkward.

Her honesty sent a jolt straight to my cock. I smiled. It was not a nervous smile. It was a slow, knowing calm.

Me: Awkward doesn’t have to mean wrong.

Her lips stayed parted. She closed them again. She swallowed hard. Her eyes dropped to her folded hands. I could see her rapid pulse. It beat at the base of her throat.

Aunty Anna: You speak very confidently these days.

Me: College teaches you that.

I replied, leaning back against the wall. I let her look her fill.

Me: And life.

She laughed quietly. It was a shaky, breathy sound. She shook her head.

Aunty Anna: You sound nothing like the boy I remember.

Me: That boy grew up watching you.

I said, meeting her gaze without hesitation. I let every ounce of my hunger show.

Me: Watching the way your hips sway in that dress. The way your lips move when you pray. I’ve imagined the feel of your skin, Aunty.

That made her still. She was completely still. The air shifted. It grew hot and charged. Her hand flew to the small cross at her neck. She clutched it like an anchor. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. It was a shallow rhythm.

Aunty Anna: You shouldn’t say things like that.

She murmured. But it was a weak protest. Her voice was laced with forbidden heat.

Me: But you don’t tell me to stop.

I said gently, taking a step closer. I could smell her perfume now. It was sweet and floral. It mixed with the faint scent of her arousal. My dick was hard and throbbing. It strained against my jeans.

She met my eyes again. It was longer this time. She was searching. She was struggling. Her own eyes were dark. Her pupils were blown wide.

Aunty Anna: I pray every day for strength. Faith keeps me steady.

Me: Faith doesn’t erase being human.

I replied, my voice dropping low. I was close enough now. I could feel the heat from her body.

Me: It just teaches restraint.

She exhaled sharply. It was a ragged sound. It was as if my words struck her core. A soft moan caught in her throat. It was involuntary.

Aunty Anna: I should leave.

She said, standing. But her legs seemed weak. She didn’t move immediately.

Aunty Anna: You won’t tell your mother.

Her eyes were locked on my mouth.

Me: No.

I replied, leaning in. My lips were near her ear.

Me: I wouldn’t.

Aunty Anna: Why?

Her whisper was a gasp.

Me: Because some moments are private.

My hand came up. It almost brushed the swell of her breast. She shuddered.

Me: And some truths don’t need confession.

Her throat worked visibly. The pious woman was fading. In her place was a hungry creature. She was desperate. Her body was heated and yearning.
She was caught between belief and primal desire.

She stepped toward the door. Then she stopped. Her back was to me. But I saw her shoulders rise. She took a deep, trembling breath. Her ass pressed against her dress. It was an invitation and a torment.

Aunty Anna: You’ve changed.

She said again. Her voice was quiet and raw.

Me: So have you.

I let her hear the possessive promise in my tone. She didn’t turn around. She just nodded once. It was a slow, surrendering dip of her head. Then she left.

The room pulsed with sinful energy. It was from what had almost happened. It was from what was now burning between us. It was uncontrollable.

After that day, everything was different. Her visits became shorter. But they were more frequent. Her glances lingered. Conversations were careful. They were loaded with things unsaid.

She never crossed a line. But she no longer pretended it wasn’t there. And neither did I.

Hi, readers. I am Rana. As a young man in the Delhi region, I am curious about novel sexual fantasies. I haven’t posted for a long time on this website despite my regular sexual activities here. I was focusing on other aspects of my life.

But anyway, here I am with one of the most wonderful Christmas experiences I had. It’s one of a kind.

I got a ping on GChat on December 20th to praise my stories. I was happy. Ashish who is 40, shared an incident about his mother. His mother was 57 years old and widowed at the age of 38. Recently, he secretly saw her while she was masturbating when he had gone to give her tablets.

He was shocked. Being an understanding son, just tapped on the door. He waited till she had come back to her senses. I told him to consider incest. He doesn’t want to indulge in that. He wanted to try out the same cuckold fun that I had mentioned in my stories.

I enquired about his mother’s interest in this arrangement. He said he’s afraid and wants me to directly approach and fuck her. I flatly denied keeping the energy and time involved, along with the uncertainty. I advised him to discuss with his mom.

Days later, he pinged me, he convinced his mom, and he wanted me to meet them on December 25th. He asked me whether I am comfortable coming to their home. I suggested we take this business elsewhere. We were all set for the day.

The only thing that made me agree was the high I was getting after a long time. I was saturated at one point in time when I pulled out of my serial vanilla encounters.

He shared the details of the hotel. I reached there. I also offered him the option to get a black thin silk full-face balaclava for safety and feel more secure without being conscious. It’s their first time being around a stranger in this situation.

He thanked me for this idea. He arrived to escort me to the room with his face covered in a mask. He escorted me to the room. Lo and Behold! There she is. She’s not the typical beauty that everyone would admire. However, I find every woman beautiful in her own way.

Her assets are great. She’s so busty that both my eyes fell short of enjoying that delicious body. My guess of her would be 44-40-50 and 5 feet tall. My cock rose at the sight of her sexy body.

Following the initial pleasantries, I inquired whether she felt at ease. She moved her head up and down. Ashish was ready to exit the room for our privacy when his mom halted him.

She wore a sleeveless saree made of satin in red. I felt like unwrapping the finest Santa present wrapped in red. I moved nearer to her, and I could sense her breath against my chest. I pushed her onto the bed and began kissing her fervently.

She responded positively and stuck her tongue inside my mouth. We were caressing and kissing each other until she stopped. She started unboxing her gift, which was me, and I did the same.

We’re stark naked. I touched my feet for blessings before I started the deed. She burst into laughter. Within seconds, I dug my tongue deep inside her pussy. She lay back and whispered her moans, while I continued licking her pussy.

She tasted a bit different; in the heat of the moment, I really didn’t care. I fingered and sucked her till she had cum. She reciprocated the favour. She started rimming my asshole while holding my dick and balls with her hands.

I was ecstatic. She slowly moved my dick, giving a slow hand job and moved her head right in front of my dick. The moment she took it in her mouth. My dick saluted her efforts. I couldn’t help but hold her hair tightly and guide the length.

Within minutes, I jizzed inside her. She gulped till the last drop. After the foreplay, I asked for a condom. She denied it. She wanted to feel me raw. I was fine with considering her menopause.

I guided my cock inside her pussy. I gave a jerk, inserting my whole length. I stayed there for her to settle as she let out a soft cry. I must highlight that her pussy is tighter than I expected, considering her age.

I started giving slow thrusts, and she was affirmative. We fucked for a while, and she wanted me to go rough and fast. I said I would cum faster. She didn’t heed and turned me around and sat on my dick in cowgirl position.

She was so wild that she thrusted herself up and down. Man! Her boobs were jiggling like the bells. I pulled her big bosoms on my face. She was happy to bury my face. I had wrapped my arms around her fat love handles and thrusted her pussy.

In no time, she had squirted, and I had cum inside her pussy. She was tired and panting for air, while I still admired her the way she rocked my world. I asked her for another round. She gave a wicked smile and replied affirmatively. Little did I know what she planned for.

She sucked me till I was erect and applied the lube. I was wondering if she was applying her pussy as well. I suppose I was wrong. She took my penis into her ass, positioned herself on me and gradually, inch by inch, crying out and moaning.

Ashish was preoccupied with his phone and looked at us with a strange expression. Even though I couldn’t make out his expression because of the balaclava. I did observe his eyes.

I fucked her tight ass for some time, and I began to feel uneasy. I switched to doggy style and pleased her until both of us were satisfied. I had cum deep inside her.

We sighed together. I brought her nearer to me. She played with my hair, making shapes. Her hands shifted gently and rubbed my chest. She thanked me. Ashish stepped forward and hugged me.

I revealed that I was there seeking a new experience and aimed to move beyond my comfort zone. I did accomplish my task. It was an astonishing and memorable experience with your mother.

Thank you so much, Ashish. The thrill before and after the drill made my entire day. I was lucky enough to shower my snow inside her pussy and ass. Indeed, it was the best Christmas.

I would suggest you all to explore and be sexually curious to know what suits you without compromising your safety and security. Anyone who has such out-of-the-box fantasies can hit me up at [email protected].

Hopefully, I will do something crazy this new year. Thanks for your valuable time. Cheers!

Hello readers, this time I am sharing a threesome experience of my female ISS reader. I am writing this with the addition of my imagination. I am publishing this story with the consent of my female ISS reader.

Sumit and Riya (original names changed) were married couples. Both of them have been happily married for the last 6 years. They had a love marriage, and they were in a relationship for another 3 years. They were an open-minded and supportive couple.

Describing Riya, she was 30 years old. Wheatish brown colour, black hair and 5’5” tall. Her figures were 34C-30-32. Though she was a mom, she maintained her figure. She had the perfect curves that a man would wish to fondle. She was a graduate but was not working.

Describing Sumit, he was 32 years old, 5’10” tall and had a 6” long dick. He was also wheatish brown in colour. He was muscular and handsome. Girls would fall for him. Both Sumith & Riya were a perfect match, and they were living happily.

Sumit was running a garments export and import business in Gujarat. They had a 3-year-old son named Vihaan.

Last winter, they had planned a vacation trip to Rajasthan to enjoy and keep the fire between them strong and steady. They left Vihaan with their parents and went on the trip. They wanted to chill and relax from the routine chaos.

The tour was of 4 days and three nights in Rajasthan, covering Jaipur, Jodhpur and Jaisalmer on the first day after the site visits at different locations such as Amber fort, City palace and Jantar Mantar.

They had planned a romantic evening. They went to a hotel like they were dating and had a candlelight dinner. Riya was wearing a violet-coloured gown-type dress with all her assets well placed. Sumit was wearing a suit.

Both of them looked stunning in that attire and had a beautiful time together, revisiting their old relationship days. After reaching the hotel, they slowly started to make out.

Sumit started smooching her, and she responded well. They slowly moved ahead. Sumit made her sit on his lap and slowly squeezed her melons. She always loved Sumit playing with her boobies.

After having their child, Sumit limited playing with her boobs. She was fond of him playing with her boobs. She enjoyed his act and responded well.

Sumit took off her dress, and she was in her bra and panties. She was wearing a padded white coloured designer bra and the same-coloured panties. He removed her bra and made her sit facing him.

He started sucking her light brown nipples and played across each inch of them with his tongue. She was in heaven and moaned because of pleasure.

When he slowly made her lie in bed, Riya asked Sumit.

Riya: Sumit, it will be more fun if we could have one more person with us tonight.
Sumit: You mean threesome?
Riya: I would like to enjoy the threesome tonight. I hope you like it.
Sumit: That would be fun. You need a boy or a girl.
Riya: First, we can start with a girl.
Sumit: So, shall I check for a prostitute?
Riya: No, Sumit. We need something interesting. We can go to a pub now. I am giving you all the licences. You should convince a girl to have a threesome and bring her here with us.
Sumit: Interesting, babe. I shall try, but I am not sure that I will get a girl within a short span of time.
Riya: Hey, dear, don’t demotivate yourself. You are my gem, and girls would fall for you.
Sumit: (motivated) Yeah… Tonight we will have a girl here for sure with us.
Riya: That’s my baby. Love you.

They again got ready and went to the nearest pub. They sat in a corner and watched everyone. Riya spotted a fair, tall and lean girl sitting at the bar table counter and sipping beer. Riya showed that girl to Sumit and asked him to get her tonight.

Sumit accepted the challenge and went near her. Riya was sitting there and watched both of them. Sumit went near that girl and offered her a drink. She accepted, and he sat near her and started a conversation. She was a little drunk at that time.

When enquired, she was an architecture student from West Bengal, and she came here for a solo trip. Her name was Sumie, and she was 22 years old. Her figures were 32B-28-30.

Sumit introduced Riya to Sumie, and all of them started drinking. Sumit and Sumie were almost drunk. While drinking, Sumit asked Sumie about having a night together with them. She agreed with him. Sumit won and persuaded her to stay with them.

The couple went to their hotel with Sumie. Comparing the three of them, Riya was the least drunk. They reached the hotel and went to the room. After reaching the room, Sumit and Sumie started making out. Both were high because of alcohol. They started smooching in front of Riya.

Riya watched them kissing. An unusual sensation was felt by her. She enjoyed watching Sumit making out with Sumie. After smooching Sumit, she slowly undressed herself. She had smaller breasts when compared to Riya and had dark nipples.

Sumit took her to bed. He undressed himself and went fully nude. He, too, was excited to bang Sumie in front of Riya. Riya handed over a condom pack to Sumit to wear before entering Sumie’s pussy. He wore the condom and made Sumie lie in doggy style.

Sumie was behaving like a sex slave of Sumit, and she did whatever Sumit said to her. Sumit started to bang her in doggy in front of Riya. As that was their first threesome, Riya was watching and enjoying the fucking. Riya undressed herself and sat near Sumie.

Riya started fingering herself, sitting there. Sumie was moaning like hell, but Sumit continued banging her. Riya continued playing with her own boobs with one hand and fingering with the other.

Riya: Sumit, why can’t you try the cowgirl position?
Sumit: (He was gasping) Why?
Riya: I too want to join you guys. I wanted you to suck my pussy while she rides your dick.
Sumit: Okay, babe, that sounds good.

He stopped banging Sumie. Sumie lay in bed, exhausted. Riya went near her and started kissing her like a lesbian partner. She kissed her whole body and started sucking her boobs. Sumie responded well, and they started to be more intimate.

Riya went down and started sucking her pussy. She played with her tongue on Sumie’s wet pussy. She sucked her pussy well deep and tight. Sumit got a break to relax and get ready for the next round, watching his sexy wife’s lesbian act.

Sumit instructed Sumie to come for the cowgirl position, and the sex slave instructed her boss. She sat and started jumping up and down. Her small boobs were moving up and down. At that time, Riya sat on Sumit’s face so that he could suck her pussy.

Riya extended her hand to give support to Sumie’s dancing boobs during her activity. Thus, the couple officially started a threesome. Sumit started licking Riya’s pussy while Sumie was riding on his dick. Meanwhile, Riya was groping Sumie’s soft boobs.

Sumit held Sumie’s hip and assisted her in her act. They continued for some time, and Sumit stopped Sumie when he was about to cum. He removed his condom, but the girls had other plans. Sumie started stroking Sumit’s dick while Riya started sucking his balls.

She slowly sucked those balls with pleasure and enjoyed what she was doing. Sumie started giving a blowjob, she sucked his dick deep into her throat and continued. She ran her tongue over his 6” dick. She was sucking so well.

Sumit was lying on the bed watching the girls’ show. He enjoyed their act. Sumit didn’t fuck Riya till that time, so he planned to start with Riya in the second round. Sumit planned to bang her in doggy style. He pulled her near him and started to bang that horny bitch very hard.

Riya was moaning with pleasure. Sumie went near her and started smooching her. She was being fucked and smooched at the same time. Sumie sat near Riya and started fondling her gorgeous, round, slightly saggy breasts. Sumie held one boob and started sucking it while Sumit was pounding at Riya’s back.

When Sumit was about to cum, he informed both ladies. They knelt before him, and he unleashed a cum towards both of them. His cum spread all over the faces and boobs of both ladies. He was exhausted and lay in bed. The ladies started fingering each other.

Riya was fingering Sumie and vice versa. After some time, Sumie shivered and squirted out. She got her orgasm. Riya kept on continuing her action. When Sumie had an orgasm, she fingered Riya faster and started licking her pussy continuously.

Within a few minutes, Riya ejaculated a load of her liquid. All three of them got an orgasm, and thus the session for that day ended. All three of them slept naked together that night.

Sumie was with them for the rest of the days in Rajasthan, and they visited all the places together and stayed together. On the fourth day, they thanked each other and separated. This was an awesome experience for all of them.

Any married women and ladies looking for casual friendship with no commitments or no relationship can contact me at [email protected]. Kindly give your feedback to improve my stories.