Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story about wild foreplay with Shruthi.
Genuine Couples looking for fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me.
I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.
This story is dedicated to Gopi.
Continuing the story. For the first time after the past three outings, Gopi will witness his wife climbing the bike with a stranger. I was waiting on my bike at a place visible from the balcony of their flat.
Pallavi walks out of the flat, slamming the door. Gopi sneaks to the balcony and watches a tall man waving his hands to his wife. In no time, Pallavi climbs his bike hugging him tightly, and the bike vanishes.
After half an hour of driving around the city, I drive her back to the apartment. Gopi runs to the balcony at the sound of the bike. Gopi, blank-faced, watches his wife giggling and talking with this tall man.
The guy on the bike tweaks Pallavi’s hips with his hand. Pallavi blushes and gives a slight slap on the tall man’s shoulders. Gopi’s dick jumps up, seeing his wife, Pallavi. She reaches out to the tall man hugging him tightly with her huge boobs smashed onto the man’s chest.
Gopi thinks, “What the fuck?” when the stranger places a peck of a kiss on the cheeks of his wife. Pallavi blushes, moving away from the embrace. Pallavi waves her hand in what looks like a goodbye. When she turns around to walk away, she catches her husband, Gopi peeking from the balcony.
Pallavi’s smiling, blushed face turns raging, seeing Gopi. Gopi trembles slightly and hides. Gopi sneaks again and notices that Pallavi stops the stranger from starting his bike. She hints at something in his ears. He laughs, nodding his head. The stranger’s face turned excited after hearing Pallavi.
Gopi started guessing what his wife Pallavi told in the ears of this stranger. Gopi walked back to the hall and turned on the TV. But his ears are sharply focused outside for the sound of the bike indicating its departure. But it never happened.
Gopi was startled at the sound of the doorbell. The doorbell was pressed repeatedly, and Gopi had to run to answer the door. He opens the door to find his wife, Pallavi, standing with the stranger, who smiles at him.
With an annoyed face, Pallavi yells in a high-pitched voice, “Yest sala doorbell hodibeku? yelli haalagogidde? (How many times to press the bell? Where the hell were you?) Gopi, with a sad face, stared down at the floor.
Pallavi’s annoyed face transformed to a smiling one seeing the man, “Hey Madhan, banni olage”(Hey Madhan, come inside). She guides Madhan into the hall. He sits on the sofa where her husband sits to watch TV.
She lovingly tells, “Hey Honey, Kodi nimma jacket” (Hey Honey, Give me your jacket). She takes his denim jacket to their master bedroom to hang. Gopi was still standing near the door, watching them.
Pallavi walks back to him and speaks cutely, “Madhan, naanu ready aagi birthini kanri. Excuse me” (Madhan, I will come after getting ready. Excuse me).
Suddenly I laughed loudly and mockingly, “Pallavi, neenu aunties tara TV serial yella nodthiya.” (Pallavi, You watch TV serials like aunties).
Pallavi smiles and replies, “Hey naana, serials ah chi chi never, Madhan” (Hey, I don’t watch TV serials, Madhan.) She twists her face towards Gopi with annoyance, “Ivnu, ee lawda hendghi nan maga aunties tara serials nodtha irthaane.” (This idiot asshole chutiya watches serials like aunties).
Gopi calls out yellow, indicating that the insult is at its peak. Pallavi to Gopi, “Hey childu, yen nodtha iddiya? Naanu ready aagi baro tanaka. Tago ee chicken na oven ge haaki bisi maadkond baa” (Hey child, what are you looking at? By the time I get ready, here take this chicken and warm it in the oven).
She changes the TV channel to some songs. “Excuse me, Madhan,” and she walks out. Gopi slowly strolls into the kitchen with the cover, following Pallavi’s order. Gopi was upset. On one side, this is the time of his favourite TV serial. Another side, he does not like being insulted in front of a stranger.
The hall is visible from this end of the kitchen. Opening the cover in his hand, Gopi watches Madhan, who is tall and fit. I switched to Netflix on the TV and scrolled through for some good content.
Gopi was brought back to reality from the shoutings of his wife. “Hey loude, neenu ond kelsanaadru sariyaagi maadthiya. Yello nan batte? Press maadi idu ande taane. Nin amma bartaala press maadoke?”
(Hey asshole, Can’t you do one work correctly? Where is my dress which I told you to iron? Does your mother come to iron them?
She continues yelling, “Barii TV nodu nan magne, karithiddini taane innu yelli saythiddiya. Kelteno chutiya” (Waste fellow, you watch TV, that’s all. Where are you dying? Come here. Did you hear me, asshole?)
Gopi ran to the bedroom. Pallavi, “Yestothu ninna kariyodhu bewarsi. bayi tegdhu helu yelli naanu helidda iron batte?” (Bastard, How much longer do I have to call you? Open your mouth and tell me where are my iron clothes?) Gopi had forgotten to iron her clothes.
Pallavi, “Baayi tegdhu boglu,” (Open your mouth and spit out). Gopi, “Adhu! nange marthoythu” (I forgot) in an inferior voice. Pallavi (Spits): “Thu, neenu yenukku layak illa kano. Innu yen nodtha iddiya, ready na snacks?” (You are fit for nothing. What are you looking at? Are the snacks ready?)
Gopi, “Illa” (No). Pallavi, “Begaa” (Quicker). Gopi rushed back to the kitchen. Pallavi scrambles through the Almira and wears a sexy threaded sleeveless top. It was so tight that her cleavage oozes out. She wore a very short skirt revealing her heavy milky thighs. She checks herself out in the mirror and smiles.
Pallavi walks slowly towards me, blushing and her head gazing down. The moment I saw her, I dropped the remote from my hands. I watched Gopi’s wife Pallavi with my mouth open like a dog. I stare with my eyes scanning Pallavi from head to toe.
I stood from the seat and walked around Pallavi consuming her beauty. Gopi witnesses this from the kitchen. Water wells up in Gopi’s eyes while his dick twitches in his pants. I took my eyes off her for a fraction of a second. My craving eyes stared at Pallavi’s huge boobs, fair thighs, and firm round ass.
Pallavi lifts her head and catches Gopi sneaking from the kitchen. When Pallavi’s eyes meet with Gopi, she shouts. “Yelli snacks? Yestothu? Begaa” (Where are the snacks? How much longer? Bring quicker).
I got distracted by the yelling of Pallavi on her husband, Gopi. I sat and continued watching TV.
She orders, “Almira kelagade bottle ide. adanna tagond, erad glass tagond baa. Bega. Huu annu naanenu gode hathra mathad tha illa.” (There is a bottle at the lower rack of Almira. Get that along with two glasses. Hey, I am not talking to a wall. Reply!). Gopi, in a low voice, “Hmmmm.”
Gopi gets a bottle of whiskey (which was half filled) along with two glasses. Pallavi spits, “Ninna kivi yellide? Idalla innodhu hosa bottle ide nodu. Nin jothe jeevna nadsakke agalla, pakka waste kano chutiya neenu” (Where are your ears? Not this, there is another new bottle. You are useless and waste fellow.)
Hearing this, Madhan laughs mockingly, giving a high five with Pallavi. The water formed in Gopi’s eyes falls to the floor. Pallavi yells again, “Begaa” (Quicker). Gopi runs and brings the new bottle. Pallavi continues insulting, “Snacks naale tartiya?” (Snacks will come tomorrow?)
Gopi gets the chicken from the oven. Sitting next to each other, Pallavi and Madhan clash their whiskey glasses with a loud cheer. They sipped the whiskey while Gopi stood watching. I told Pallavi to make her husband sit.
Pallavi laughs and replies, “Hey Madhan, you don’t worry. Avnu ninthkolli, swalpa buddi barutte” (Let him stand and learn a lesson). On further insisting, Pallavi signals Gopi to sit.
When Gopi was about to sit beside me, she pushed him away. “Loafer pelage kuthkoo.” (Loafer sit on the floor). Gopi obeys her and sat on the floor. Pallavi was sitting very closer to me with our shoulders brushing.
I rubbed her shoulder occasionally, warming her up after munching a superheated chicken lollipop. Pallavi shouts again, “Ninage yest sala helodhu heat istond maadbardhu anta. Nodu henge bewartha iddivi.” (How many times I told you not to overheat. See now, how we are sweating).
Gopi nods his head without any eye contact. Pallavi, “Taale alladissidre? Hogi AC on maado, laudaa.” (Don’t just nod your head, switch on the AC now, asshole).
Upon returning, Gopi found Pallavi’s hands inside my pant. He quickly glanced away, acting unnoticed. In the whiskey kick, Pallavi goes vocal, “Uf Madhan, ahh.” She strokes my thick cock inside my pant.
The small soft hand of Pallavi was very tempting. I rested my head backwards on the sofa, enjoying the pleasure. She notices Gopi with her hand still inside my pants, “Yen nodtha iddiya? Ice cubes tagond baa begaa” (What are you looking at? Bring some ice cubes).
As Gopi walks away, Pallavi kneels on the carpet floor. She gently pulls my pant and underwear to the floor. When Gopi watches from the kitchen, Pallavi lustily grabs my thick dark, nervy cock as it jumps out of my pant.
Pallavi’s mehendi-coloured hands find it difficult to hold my cock completely with both her hands. Gopi sadly pictures his miniature cock. Gopi watches his wife firmly holding my cock. She opens her mouth and teases my cock, licking the shiny dick head with the pointy end of her tongue.
Pallavi continues to entice me by licking my dick head multiple times. I moaned, “Ah, Pallu,” when she licked my dick head thick. Her tongue was like licking an ice candy. Pallavi flexes her head towards Gopi and shouts, “Hey, childu, I want you to open all your clothes and walk nude from the kitchen.”
Pallavi mocks telling, “Madhan, you see his tunne(dick), which is smaller than that of a kid.” Gopi obeyed his wife by removing all of his clothes. He walked nude with a tray of ice and his mini dick swinging. Pallavi and I laugh deafeningly louder.
When Gopi neared us, Pallavi increased the pace of licking my cock. I was moaning in pleasure from Pallavi’s tongue. She took my huge cock deep into her mouth. Her head and earring were swinging. Pallavi’s saliva drenched my cock. I grabbed her hair into my fist and pushed her face into my dick.
Gopi watched this, and his dick was harder now. Pallavi notices Gopi’s dick and laughs louder again. Pallavi deepthroated my cock deep into her big mouth, gagging. I give a small slap on her cheek, “Slut, I might cum.” Saying this, I pull my giant cock out of her big mouth. Pallavi gasped for oxygen.
I watch Gopi and his cock and laugh, mocking, clapping my hands. The slutty Pallavi pours whisky over my cock and gulps down with her lips gracing my cock and balls.
For the very first time, Gopi utters in a low voice, “Pallaviiiii, please.” Pallavi, “Yeno chutiyaa nodu nodu heng keibeka anta?” (Hey asshole, see how to fuck?)
Pallavi, “Gopi Shatve Nodo. Madhan henge nanna tullna haritaane anta. ninna tunne ge ishtu dum idhya, Gaandu?” (See how Madhan tears away my pussy. Does your dick has this much guts, sissy?)
Saying this line, she jumps on top of me over the sofa. She grabs my shirt and rips it with force. The shirt buttons were broken and flew all around. She removed the shirt away and wildly started kissing my lips. I sucked her thick juicy lips.
Kissing Pallavi aggressively, I grabbed her ass cheeks from behind with both hands. I lifted her small skirt, and my hand reached her pantyless pussy from behind. I rubbed and fingered her pussy while sucking her lips dry of honey. Pallavi became wilder and started kissing my cheeks, ears, and neck.
Pallavi moans when I poked my index finger into wet sticky pussy. Pallavi has now moved her lips to wildly suck my hairy chest and nipples. My cock was rock hard now. I held my cock and rubbed her pussy lips with the dick head.
I stared at Gopi and told, “Hey, I am going to fuck your wife, chutiya.” Pallavi moaned, “Fuck me, Madhan. He is a Gaandu(Sissy). Fuck me. Don’t make me wait. Please fuck me.”
I asked her, “Yaaru Gaandu?” Pallavi orders Gopi, “Hey Shatve, tell Madhan you are a Gaandu.” Gopi was silent. I taunt Pallavi, “He is not answering.” Pallavi shouts, “Ley lowde bolimagne, tell Madhan you are a Gaandu. Otherwise, I will leave you.”
Gopi finally ushers, “I am a Gaandu.” Me, “Kelislilla, Joorag helo magne.” (I can’t hear you. Say it louder, asshole). Gopi says again, “I am a Gaandu.” I pierce his rod cock into the drenched pussy of Pallavi, saying, “Tagole sule.” (take it slut).
Pallavi starts to jerk her body. My cock was long waiting. I fucked her harder and madder. I rubbed my face into her hefty boobs, feeling the flesh.
After a few strokes, Pallavi calls her hubby to kneel under her. She slaps him harder on both cheeks. She made him drink her orgasm and lick her clean. Gopi was licking clean Pallavi’s pussy. I forced him away and fucked her in a standing position squeezing/pulping her huge boobs.
Humiliation was a fantasy and a turn-on for this couple. Humiliation kink plays an incredible means in pushing sexual boundaries and bringing you closer to your partner. The fun ends here. The complete experience is half real because humiliation did not reach these extremes.
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