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Anita.
Atul – hubby
Rahul- cousin (mom/s sister’s son)
Rekha- Anita’s mom
Arun -Rekha’s hubby
Pratyusha – Rahul’s mom, Rekha’s sister
Sunil- Pratyusha’s hubby
Vani- Atul’s sister
Ravi- Vani’s hubby
Sushma- Atul, Vani’s mom. Anita’s mil
Sachin – Anita’s small son
Divya- Vanis’ daughter
Deepa – Rahul’s wife
Renu – Deepa’s mom
Subbu – Deepa’s dad
Deepa asked, “Are you not upset with me? I married Rahul.”
Divya laughed and said, “No. I love you. I would hate you if you don’t share Rahul with me, Mom, Anita, Girija, Pratyusha and Rekha.”
Deepa said, “Oh, you call them by names? Not akka, atte, etc?”
Divya smiled and said, “I call men also by name, even dad. When maids are around, I am careful. We all like it that way. Men all love me because of my young, tight pussy. Now, they will be mad after you. Though I am younger than you, my pussy is well used.”
Deepa watched, fascinated, as Divya became naked while talking casually and wore a sexy, transparent pink short dress. She might as well be naked.
Deepa asked, “My God, you are going out in that dress?”
Divya smiled and said, “We are in full dress only when maids are here. Once they leave, we are all either naked or in sexy dresses.”
Deepa was shocked by her frank talk. They talked for a while and went into the hall after Anita shouted to come back. Deepa almost fainted when she entered the hall. All the women were either in undies or sexy short dresses like Divya. Men were in vests and shorts, and all men raised tents.
They were all busy arranging lunch, placing plates, and bringing dishes. Vani gestured to Deepa to come and join them. She said, “Deepa dear. Don’t be scared. No one will lay a hand on you. Feel free. You need not change unless you want to.”
Deepa was quite embarrassed and did not know where to look. Sushma laughed and said, “Poor girl, she must be scared. The only way to make her relax is diversion. Deepa, keep chatting with Raj.” Sushma came near her, bouncing her massive tits and gave her mobile.
Relief flooded Deepa. She had an excuse not to look at them.
Raj: Hi, Deepa, how are you?
Deepa: Terrible, all are nearly naked and shamelessly hugging, kissing each other. Only Sushma aunty and Vani Akka are arranging food on the dining table.
Raj: Where is your hubby?
Deepa: On the sofa, in his mom’s lap. She is feeding him like a baby, kissing his forehead. She is supporting his head in one hand and playing with his cock inside his shorts. My God, he is holding her tit in both hands and sucking like a mango.
Raj: Where is Divya? What is she doing?
Deepa: You won’t believe it. Ravi buried his head in his daughter’s crotch and was licking. Divya is moaning and squeezing her tits.
Raj: What about your father-in-law? Sunil?
Deepa: Anita Akka is sucking him under his lungi, and he is squeezing her tits.
Raj: Oh, all seem to be busy. How about Atul?
Deepa: He is helping his mom. She is scolding him. He is disturbing her, mauling her tits, poking with his cock. Then he is squeezing Vani’s tits.
Raj: They are not looking at you?
Deepa: No, they are busy with what they are doing.
Raj nodded. He was the director, he told them how to make Deepa shed inhibitions and join them.
Raj: Rekha and Arun are missing?
Deepa: Yes, they have to look after Sachin. Now, Sushma aunty is asking everyone to come for lunch.
Raj: But all are busy?
Deepa: Yes. Mama is saying just a few minutes. He is about to cum. Anita Akka was laughing. She stopped sucking and told him, we will do it after lunch.
Raj: OK, is the dining table big? All can sit?
Deepa: No, first men sit, women feed them, then men feed women.
Raj: You will feed Rahul? Will you stop chatting?
Deepa: No, Anita Akka told me to continue chatting with you. My mother-in-law will feed hubby and me.
Raj told them to ignore Deepa and not to look at her or engage her in conversation. That was the only way to make her feel comfortable and adjust slowly.
Deepa: My God, Rahul is squeezing his mom’s tits with one hand and fingering her with the other hand while she is feeding him.
Raj: She is feeding you also?
Deepa: Yes.
Raj: OK. What about Divya and Ravi?
Deepa: She is sitting in her dad’s lap and feeding him. Kissing him. Sushma aunty is feeding Atul. In between, he is sucking her tits. Anita Akka is also sitting on Mama’s thigh, with his thigh between her legs and is rubbing pussy on his thigh while feeding him.
Raj: Wow, I know you are shocked but also excited.
Deepa: Hmmm. It is all so shocking. I may faint.
Raj: They are all ignoring you as if you don’t exist. So, relax.
Deepa: How long?
Raj: You are very wet and excited, right?
Deepa: Cheee. Now, women have completed feeding men, and men will feed women.
Raj: Will you feed your hubby?
Deepa: No. Anita Akka says I should feed Mama, Rahul’s dad. I refused. Sushma aunty and Rahul are forcing me.
Raj: What is the harm? Feed him.
Deepa: I am feeling very shy. I have to stand close to him. His cock is jumping in lungi, lungi is raised over his thigh, and his thigh is wet with Anita Akka’s juice.
Raj: Hmm, don’t look at his cock or thigh, just feed him.
Deepa: You don’t understand. His head is at my boobs’ level. He will be looking at my tits.
Raj: So, what? Your boobs are not exposed like others. You have a blouse, bra and pallu.
Deepa: Hmm, I can’t escape. You talk to Sushma aunty when I feed him.
Sushma: Hi, Raj. How is she?
Raj: She is scared, confused but is horny also. What is your plan?
Sushma: After lunch, we will fuck Infront of her in the hall. She will get excited and join.
Raj: No, it will scare her.
Sushma: What do you suggest?
Raj: Go slow. After lunch, send her to the bedroom with her hubby and mother-in-law. Tell all others not to fuck so that by evening all are horny.
Sushma: Then?
Raj: In the evening, have tea snacks. Flirt around until 7 p.m. You have drinks and games. Let her also sip wine so that she will overcome shyness. Then, men will ask Rahul’s permission to kiss her and slowly persuade her to undress and finally fuck.
Sushma: Rahul says to keep his dad last.
Raj: Yes, he is a rough fucker and may scare her. But let her see his fucking. It will excite her.
Sushma: Hmm, yes, you are right. I have to convince men. They are all impatient to fuck her. Until she fucks, I think you should keep chatting with her. She should have some tasks to do rather than look at other’s fucking. It is getting her excited, also.
Raj: OK, I have to go. Ping me when you need me. Love you.
Deepa’s feelings were all mixed. She was not sure which was on top. Excitement, horniness, embarrassment, shyness, guilt, anger. Sushma said, “I think they are tired after a long journey. Let Deepa and Rahul relax. Let them rest for a few hours, then meet again at tea time.”
Deepa could see disappointment in all faces. They were impatient for action to start. After they left, Sushma explained to them. They reluctantly agreed. When Pratyusha entered the bedroom, she was surprised to see Rahul and Deepa were clothed and sleeping at two ends of the bed.
She asked, “Rahul, Deepa, why are you not fucking?”
Rahul said, “Deepa says she has a headache and to leave her alone.”
Pratyusha laughed and said, “That is a standard excuse of women when they are upset with their husbands and don’t want to spread their legs.”
Deepa said, “Really, I have a headache.”
Pratyusha quickly became naked, removed Rahul’s dress and pulled off Deepa’s saree, ignoring Deepa’s protests.
She told, “Fucking is the best cure for a headache. Remember, if you are alone and have a headache, use your fingers to orgasm and see.”
Pratyusha said while removing Deepa’s blouse and bra, “Look, Deepa. Other women and I are not stealing your hubby from you. You are the queen; we all are his keeps. The same is the case with all other women in the group. The relationship between hubbies and wives is intact. Their love, bonding and ties are not affected by their fucking activity. This open and free attitude is the secret of our happiness.”
Deepa said, “How is it possible? When I saw him fucking Anita Akka and you, I was upset.”
Pratyusha laughed and said, “Then it is time to join rather than watch and feel bad.” She held Rahul’s cock and said,” You lick from the other side, I will lick from this side. Then you suck him. I will suck his balls. After some time, let us change places.”
Deepa found that she was enjoying it a lot. Her mother-in-law’s guidance, Rahul’s moaning, mauling of his mom’s and her tits, was exciting her. They took turns in sucking him, and Rahul’s mom made him lick Deepa’s pussy after she cried in orgasm.
She held her son’s cock and inserted it into Deepa’s wet pussy. All the time, Pratyusha was talking and encouraging them. She was asking Deepa to give upward thrusts and make them change positions. When she was riding Rahul, his mom sat on his face.
She smiled at Deepa and asked, “Isn’t sharing wonderful?”
Deepa moaned and picked up speed and rode him hard, and made him cum inside. As she lay panting on Rahul, Pratyusha quietly moved away and said, “Now, rest and come for tea after a few hours.”
Deepa slid into sleep immediately in Rahul’s arms. Suddenly, when Deepa woke up, for a few seconds, she was wondering where she was. Then, all the memories flooded her. She was naked, and her clothes were not there. Even towels were not there. Only napkins were there.
She opened the bedroom door a few inches and shouted, “Rahul. Where are my clothes? Nothing is here.”
Anita laughed and said,” I removed them. You have to come out naked.”
Deepa was furious and shouted, “Impossible, I will not come out,” and bolted the door.
After a few minutes, Divya knocked on the door,” Akka, open the door. I brought you clothes.” Deepa opened the door and bolted again after Divya came in. Divya’s dress was a pink see-through one, with no inners.
Deepa skipped through the dresses Divya brought. All were similar to the one Divya wore. Sexy and revealing. Deepa asked,” What is the use of putting on clothes? Why didn’t you bring a saree or Tee shirt and shorts?”
Divya laughed and said,” Akka, don’t worry. No one will even look at you, let alone touch you.” Deepa sighed. There seemed to be no way out. She chose a bra and panty. The bra barely covered her nipples, and her panty was so small if she hadn’t shaved pussy, her hair would poke out.
Deepa put on a light blue gown, which was the least exposing. Deepa asked,” I am so sorry to see your plight. You have become a sex slave to the beastly men.”
Divya laughed so hard that tears welled in her eyes and said, “Akka, I am not a slave. They are all my slaves, including my dad. They love me so much, showering me with gifts chocolates and pampering me a lot. Mom is always shouting at them that they are spoiling me. You should see the fuss they make if I sneeze or have a slight fever.”
Deepa asked, “How is your mom allowing all this?”
Divya said, “She is very strict. She won’t allow them to fuck me unless she is present. Now, she relaxed a bit. She realized all men fuck me gently, except your father-in-law. She allows me to suck him or allow him to lick.”
Deepa asked, “I am not asking that. Why did she allow it at all?”
Divya said, “You should ask Mom. I used to pester her a lot when I would be allowed to fuck. Maybe she was fed up and said OK. Let us go into the hall. Don’t worry. No one will stare at you.”
Deepa was shocked when they entered the hall. An involuntary gasp escaped her mouth. She looked at the outrageous dresses of the women. Sushma had put on Atul’s banian and nothing else and sat cross-legged on the sofa, exposing her pussy.
Deepa’s mother-in-law’s dress was a light blue short gown held up by two thin straps. Anita wore a bikini. The top just covered her nipples, and the bottom was the size of a postage stamp, barely covering her pussy. Vani was wearing a chef’s apron, exposing her back, and her boobs were almost out.
Men were all in shorts and vests, and all had tents. Their dress was the only thing out of place. Otherwise, it was just like any family’s tea time gathering. They were talking about traffic, onion prices, cricket and general topics.
Men were casually squeezing tits and buttocks; women were stroking cocks above shorts. They casually looked at Deepa, said, “Hello,” and returned to their discussions. Anita gave tea and snacks to Deepa and sat beside her. Deepa was amazed at how relaxed and cool all were.
Rahul came to her, hugged and kissed and sat next to her. Deepa shrank and crossed her hands over her boobs and crossed legs. All were looking at them while talking to Rahul. Pratyusha understood Deepa’s embarrassment, pulled her son by the hand, and said, “Tea time over. Go to work.”
Deepa thought she meant household chores. But she was taken aback when men and women formed groups and started kissing, hugging and doing naughty things. Anita gave her mobile to Deepa and said, “Chat with Raj. He is online. You need some activity to prevent a nervous breakdown.”
Everyone laughed. Deepa felt her face red with shyness. She got up and said,” I will chat with Raj in the bedroom.” Divya pleaded, holding her hands,” Please, Akka, stay here. No one will touch you.”
Sushma joked, “Unless you want them to.” Again, all laughed. Deepa thought the only way to ignore them was by talking to Raj.
Deepa: Hi, Raj.
Raj: Hi. How are you?
Deepa: I don’t know. I am feeling angry, upset, excited and ashamed.
Raj: I can understand. Try to be detached. Watch what is happening like you watch a movie.
Deepa: Hmm. My God. All women sit in sofas and settees, hitching up their dresses and spreading their legs.
Raj: All cunts are shaved?
Deepa: Yes, it looks as if they shaved today.
Raj: And men?
Deepa: Men are sitting on the floor and lapping cunts, like puppies’ lap milk from bowls.
Raj: Oh. Whose pussy is your father-in-law licking?
Deepa: Anita akka’s. My hubby with my mother-in-law, Girija aunty with Atul, and Divya with her dad.
Raj: What about Vani?
Deepa: She is preparing snacks in the kitchen. My God, Raj, can you believe it?
Raj: What?
Deepa: Divya is upside down. She clamped her thighs around her dad’s neck. He is clutching her buttocks and licking her pussy. I think she is sucking him under the lungi.
Vani came from the kitchen and sat beside Deepa. Vani pinged Raj.
Vani: Raj, how is Deepa responding? I can see her panty is all wet.
Raj: She is getting excited.
Vani: Should I tell men to flash cocks?
Raj: No. She will panic. Be patient and go slow.
Vani: What do you suggest?
Raj: After this round of licking, have drinks. Make her sip wine. Talk about general things while squeezing, sucking boobs and fingering cunts and stroking cocks above shorts. Let her complete two glasses. Slow, intimate dancing to soft music; don’t force her to dance with others, only hubby. Even if she dances, men should keep their distance.
Vani: Then?
Raj: Then, you all sit down and play ‘Dare.’
Vani: Good idea.
Raj: But initially, let it be normal fun, like singing a song, telling a joke, dance a few steps. As she unwinds, Ravi and Divya should take the lead and ask her permission to kiss, hug, show boobs, pussy.
Vani: I get the idea.
Deepa forgot to chat with Raj, as she was looking fascinated at the unabashed love and lust all around. Divya moved from one man to another for the unique licking. Men were also moving from one pussy to another. The room was filled with sounds of moans and groans.
Vani clapped and announced,” After this round, we will take a drinks break.”
Deepa suddenly remembered Raj and looked at her screen. There were many messages.
Deepa: I am sorry, Raj. I was preoccupied.
Raj: Haha, I thought as much. Licking must have been over. What next?
Deepa: Drink break.
Raj: Do you drink?
Deepa: No, but Sushma aunty and Anita Akka are forcing me to have wine. They are saying it is a lady’s drink.
Raj: True. Enjoy. Wine will make you relax and feel happy.
Deepa: Are you sure? It would not be very comfortable if I lost control and blabbered.
Raj: Don’t worry, it is not like whisky or vodka.
Deepa: OK, I will sip. Anita and Divya are very bold. They are dipping tits in drinks and pushing in men’s mouths.
Raj: Wow.
Deepa: Yes. Sushma, Vani’s tits and nipples are big. One of the men is holding the nipple above another man’s mouth and slowly pouring drink on the nipple. It trickles down into their mouths. It is so erotic.
Raj: Hmmm, yes.
Deepa: I am sipping wine. It tastes like grape juice, only bitter.
Raj: Great. You are enjoying.
Deepa: Oh, no. My hubby and mother-in-law ask me to pour whisky on nipples and into men’s mouths.
Raj: Why not? You are not touching men or tits.
Deepa: Hmm. Wait. I will pour and come back.
Raj: OK
To be continued.