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Hello! This is my last work on erotic literature. For those who want to know if this is real or fantasy: “The Mind creates reality, we can Change reality by changing our minds- Plato.”

Note – If you don’t like the story, please don’t bitch in the comments.

My name is Priya, and I’m one of those whose past has been an obstacle to her future. I’m 36 years old, married to a loving husband, and blessed with two boys who are 6 and 9 years old. The social stigma of women being second-class citizens in a patriarchal society is still a reality in many parts of India.

This is a Story of Love, Lust, and Desire.

Every day, I look at myself in the full-length mirror before the bath. I sigh, holding my slightly saggy 34D breasts. I touch my large, darker nipples and remember how cute, light, and perky they were in my glory days. I look at the stretch marks on my stomach from childbirth and miss my flat belly.

I turn around and look at my now big ass with regret. I often think about how my life got so boring. My Husband Ishaan and I both work in a top IT company. I am in an Operations Leadership role. Ishann’s pay is way better than mine as he is a coder in an AI team of niche engineers.

We could have lived a happy life, but greed got the better of us. The villa we live in is big enough for us. But we kept buying more property and investing. We reached a point where a huge sum of our income went towards EMIs.

I lay in the bathtub with a glass of red wine. I remember when life was not chained with EMIs and KPIs. I remember the wild lesbian adventures with my friends. I remember the times when we caught my brother watching us girls play.

I close my eyes and rub my clit remembering everything I could have been if I had not married Ishaan.

Ishaan is 2 years younger than me. He is good with sex but lacks romance. I don’t know if he is just an asshole or a disinterested soul. But he never notices or compliments me. For instance, last week, I changed my hairstyle, and he didn’t say a word!

I wear those diamond earrings he got me on our anniversary, but he does not notice. I put on makeup and walk past him when he sits in the living room, and he asks what’s for dinner today. Ishaan is well-built. He is smart and handsome. My friends tell me that I’m lucky to have such a trophy man for a husband.

While I felt pride in being his wife, it also hurt me. I developed a sense of inferiority complex subconsciously listening to my friends praise him. Sex with Ishaan had become too predictable. I lay on the right side of the bed and Ishaan on the left.

He would lift my night dress, suck on my left nipple, caress my right boob, slowly pinching the nipple. He would then kiss my ears and whisper that he loved me. Then get on top of me to squeeze both my boobs together and try to get both the nipples in his mouth.

He then kisses me and turns me around after undressing me. He starts kissing from my neck, slowly reaching my ass. He licks the crack and slowly opens my ass. He then sniffs it for some time before licking and inserting his tongue in it. I admit I love the feeling.

I usually push my ass toward his face so I can take his tongue inside. This continues for some time. I get on my fours. This is when he inserts his fingers in my cunt and sucks on my ass. I then lay on my back, and he gets to work on my pussy. Sometimes he would suddenly insert his dick in my cunt.

Then bring his dick near my face, mixed with his precum and my pussy juices. I suck it for a few seconds. He would suddenly pull back, fearing that he would cumm. We then exchange a kiss with both our body fluids in our mouths. Ishaan goes back to work on my pussy until I cum in his mouth. Ishaan then lays back.

I usually pinch his nipples and stroke his cock. We do a 69 position for some time and finally fuck in missionary or doggy style. Well, this is how our weekends are.

This is how most weekdays go. I have to get up early to get the kids ready for school. Prepare their tiffin boxes, make breakfast, and pack our lunch for the office. I know it’s cruel, but most often, once I have my orgasm, I tell Ishaan that we can fuck in the morning. And I don’t keep my promise.

The daily chores suck the life out of me. Some days, when Ishaan is horny, he will wrap his hand around me when I’m sleeping. He slowly starts to dry hump me or massage my boobs. He then whispers and asks if I’m sleeping. I give him a tired look and smile. He then understands and withdraws.

Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. It’s just that Sex with Ishaan is so predictable that I can’t always enjoy it. Sucking his dick seems like a drag. Being his wife for over a decade, I can read his body language and tell when he is craving a blowjob. But I pretend not to read the mood.

I don’t know about other men, but Ishaan is a very prideful man. When I offer him a handjob or a blowjob with a disinterested tone, no matter how horny he is, he would immediately refuse. He would say, “I haven’t fallen to a level where I need a pity fuck or pity handjob.”

I would then make a fake smile and insist that it’s not pity. We argue. He turns around, opens Pornhub to spite me and probably masturbates. I sleep, relieved of the duty called martial sex.

It was a Friday evening and time for our routine, predictable sex. But that night, Ishaan was not interested. He kept saying he was tired and not in a mood. I asked Ishaan to suck my tit at least and rub my clit. Unlike men, we women don’t allow stupid things like pride to come between our orgasms.

Ishaan was rubbing my pussy with minimal interest. I started a conversation about how I had done wild things before marriage. It piqued his interest.

Me: Ahh! Jaanu thoda Dheere rub karo (Ahh! Love, run your fingers softly)

Ishaan: Is this speed alright?

Me: Yes! Can I tell you something? Promise me you won’t judge.

Ishaan: I’m hurt, 13 Years of marriage and you think I’d judge you?

Me: Sorry, but it’s a bit crazy thing that I did before marriage

Ishaan: Did you have a boyfriend? Is that it?

Me: No! Girlfriends, actually.

Ishaan: Girlfriends as in Plural?

I could now feel his dick touching my thigh clearly. He was excited.

Me: Yeah, my friends and I would have these crazy sex nights. With carrots in our ass and smear our bodies with whip cream and rub each other for hours

Ishaan: Fuck! Woman, who are you?!

Me: Remember, you promised not to judge.

Ishaan: I’m not judging, just excited. Tell me more, who were those friends? Do I know them?

By now, Ishaan’s dick was at its threshold, and I could feel the passion in his fingers by the pressure he applied on my clit.

Me: Yes, you do know them. In fact, you met one of them earlier today.

Ishaan: Who? Shweta?

Me: Yup

I could see his eyes brighten up listening to all this.

Ishaan: Who else?

Me: You may not like it if I tell you who else I’ve been with.

Ishaan: Come on, don’t be like that, tell me who?

I ignored his plea and moved his hand from my pussy. I held his dick, and his pre cum was oozing out. I rubbed the precum in my fingers and inserted them in my mouth. I then put those fingers mixed with his precum and my spit in his mouth.

He started sucking my fingers hysterically. I then licked his dick while he continued to beg and ask who the other girls were.

Me: There were two more. I will name one, but I won’t name the third girl.

Ishaan: hey, that’s not fair. OK, tell me who the second girl is.

Me: It’s Shreya.

Ishaan: Holy shit! Ronak’s wife?

Me: Aye. (I kept looking at his expressions while I slowly revealed the name licking his dick)

Ishaan: Ronak is my friend, and you only met them after our marriage!

I did not answer the question and just smiled. I now escalated from licking to sucking his dick.

Ishaan: Fuck Priya! You never stop surprising me. Now come on, tell me who the third girl is, please, please. I beg you, don’t be like that.

Me: Are you sure you want to know? You may not like it.

Ishaan: Go ahead. I can’t wait to hear the name.

I stopped sucking his dick and lifted my head. Holding his dick in my hand, I slowly whispered, “Your sister, Nidhi.”

I was slowly rubbing Ishaan’s dick with my hand. The moment I uttered Nidhi’s name, Ishaan exploded on my face. I could see the excitement on his face.

There was an awkward silence. I knew it was too much to ask for a fuck or an orgasm with fingering after I dropped a nuclear bomb on him. We quietly slept without speaking a word or at least pretended to sleep. A couple of hours later, Ishaan whispered, “Are you awake?”

Me: Yeah!

He suddenly flipped me and squeezed my boobs hard. He started fucking me by choking my neck. For the first time, I felt helpless and enjoyed being dominated. Ishaan never looked so sexy and manly except for that night. He was being very rough with me and started trash-talking.

Ishaan: Meri Randi Priya! Aaj kutiya ki tarah chodunga tujhe. (Oh, Priya! I will fuck you like a whore that you are.)

The depth and weight the Hindi language had on my mind are unexplainable. It was like a spell that unlocked the old me.

Me: Haan Ishaan main tumhari randi hoon. Ahh! Chodo, zor se chodo ye randi ko. Aur andar dalo lund tumhara. (Yes, baby, I’m your whore. Fuck me hard. Bury that Big dick of yours deep inside)

Me: Ah! Ishaaan, Mujhe Nidhi Bulaon na, aa please. (Ah, Ishan, call me Nidhi!)

Ishaan: Nidhi! Le apne bhai ka lund kutiya. (Nidhi! Are you enjoying your brother’s dick?)

Once again, it only took a few seconds after mentioning Nidhi, and we both started cumming together. The next evening, we had a long chat about Nidhi, Shweta, and Shreya. We made it a habit to include them in our roleplays.

A Few Weeks Later

Nidhi, Shreya, Shweta, and I got together, and during dinner, we started speaking about our sexual lives. Nidhi was Pregnant and in her third trimester. She told us how her husband would avoid sex even after the doctor said it was fine.

We all laughed at how men behave so politely and caring during pregnancy. Shreya then mentioned how lucky I was to have a husband like Ishaan. It pissed me off, and I suddenly blurted out, “Would you like to fuck him?”

Shreya and the girls were shocked. Shreya embarrassingly said, “Why not? Who here wouldn’t?”

Nidhi raised her hand and said, “ I wouldn’t,” to which we all laughed.

A few moments later:

Shweta: Nidhi, tell me honestly, ignoring the fact that Ishaan is your brother as a man would you fuck him?

Nidhi: Chii! Nonsense, don’t talk rubbish, Shwe.

Shreya: Hey, that’s a very interesting subject. I would still fuck Ishaan even if he were my brother.

Me: I may be your sister-in-law, but we are friends first. So be honest, Nidhi.

Nidhi: Ladies! Can we please change the subject?

Shwe: Aww! Someone is blushing.

Nidhi: Guys, stop.

The restaurant we were in had enough privacy for us ladies, and the ambience was quite dark. Shreya, who was sitting next to Nidhi, pretended to touch the baby bump and slid her hand on her pussy. She then lifted and said, “Oh, look, someone is wet thinking about their brother.”

Nidhi: OK, OK, Only if he was not my brother, then YES, Happy?

Me: So, you do find Ishaan hot?

Nidhi: Like I said, as a man, yes, but he is my brother.

Me: OK, girls, there’s something I want to tell you.

All three of them came forward to listen to me like little girls gathering around a granny for an adventurous fairy tale.

Me: I told Ishaan everything about us.

Shreya: Fuck, you didn’t? Did you? Don’t give me a heart attack, Priya.

Me: Chill OK! He was cool with it, and we even do fantasy roleplays with the three of you. (evil smile)

Nidhi: Wait, did you say the three of us?

Me: Yup!

Nidhi: Are you telling me Bhaiya Fucks you and calls you Nidhi while fucking you?

Me: Hmm, hmm.

Shweta: OMG, I want to finger myself right now. This is hot. If I talk about us to my husband, he will probably kick me out and divorce me.

Shreya: Ronak will probably go mental. He hates the LBGTQA+. He calls them the alphabet people and cusses them. I can never imagine having a conversation with my husband.

Me: Here is a thought. You don’t have to answer it right now. Just think about it. What if the four of us did it with Ishaan?

I thought there would be some resistance. Shreya and Shwe immediately answered with a Fuck Yes! Nidhi quietly nodded.

It was decided that we would do this at my place next week. I sent my kids to my in-law’s place. Shweta, Shreya, and Nidhi made similar arrangements. They lied to their husbands that they were going out for a girl’s night. Ishaan was home and up to fate with the arrangement waiting in our Master Bedroom.

(Ignoring the details of introductions and the awkwardness between Ishaan and Nidhi.)

Ishaan was sitting on a chair as the four of us got comfortable on the Kingsize bed. I undressed Shreya while Shwe was behind me and softly running her hands on my ass. Nidhi was already Naked with her huge breasts and that baby bump.

She was resting her back on the soft, upholstered headboard with her legs wide open. Nidhi had grown a lot of pubic hair due to her pregnancy. The fragrance from her cunt was in the air.

All four of us were completely naked. Shweta was on Nidhi’s left breast, and Shreya was on her right. I don’t like cunts or dicks with pubic hair. But for some reason. That baby bump and pulpy breasts made absolute sense to have a bushy cunt.

I started licking Nidhi’s pussy. The smell was strong. Maybe all those hormones that the body releases along with pussy juices were the cause. My ass was now protruding and facing Ishaan. He immediately buried his face and started to lick and suck it.

We now got Ishaan on the bed and made him lay on his back next to his sister, Both Nidhi and Ishaan were avoiding eye contact. Shreya guided Ishaan’s mouth to Nidhi’s breast. He started to suck it like a maniac. Nidhi hissed softly, “Bhaiya!” to which his dick went berserk.

Shweta, Shreya, and I took turns licking, sucking and gaging Ishaan’s dick. He sucked on his sister’s tits. Shweta then separated Ishaan from Nidhi’s boob and sat on his face rubbing both her holes. Shreya licked and softly pinched Ishaan’s nipples and kissed his chest.

I was rubbing my pussy with one hand and sucked on Ishaan’s dick. We now switched positions. Nidhi got her big ass on Ishaan’s face, and while Shreya was sucking his dick, he started cumming.

It was too much for Ishaan. All four of us were so disappointed. We waited for him to get hard again, but things were too overwhelming for him.

Shreya was most upset and said, “Never meet your heroes in real life.” Nidhi looked at Ishaan with a compassionate smile as if to support her brother and tell him that it was OK without using any words. I was the architect for today’s event and the host.

I was trying hard to suck his limp dick. But to no avail. Shweta immediately stood up and said that’s alright, let us girls have fun while Ishaan sat quietly in a corner.

Shreya: Yeah, not a bad idea, But Ishaan deserves punishment for disappointing us.

Me: Come on, girls, it’s the pressure. Stop bullying him.
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Ishaan: No, Priya, Shreya is right. Tell me, how can I fix this?

Shweta: Hmm! How about you become our toilet slave for today?

Nidhi: Ladies, that’s taking it a bit far.

Me: No! I have not told Ishaan about her deviant adventures yet.

Ishaan had a puzzled look on his face while we were talking.

Shreya walked out of the room and returned with a big 2-litre jug. She looked at me and said, “Sorry, Priya Ishaan agreed that he would make it up to us.”

Shreya squatted and started to pee in the jar, then handed the jar to me. I was hesitant to show this side of my kink to my husband. But I just went with the flow. I inhaled the jar filled with Shreya’s piss and inserted my hand in the jar. I rubbed some piss on my breast.

Shwetha and I filled the remaining jar, and there was no space for Nidhi anymore. We made Ishaan sit on the floor. All four of us sprinkled the piss on our bodies little by little and poured some on Ishaan. Nidhi got up and said she wanted to use the bathroom.

Shreya interjected and said, “Pee on your brother.” Ishaan’s dick was finally responding. We made Ishaan lie on the floor and asked Nidhi to pee on his face. Nidhi walked towards Ishaan and started applying pressure. The piss started flowing.

The three of us poured the remaining piss from the jar on Nidhi and Ishaan. Then we started licking each other’s bodies. Shreya noticed that Ishaan’s dick was hard again and immediately directed it into her pussy. She asked Ishaan, “Ishaan, I want you to piss in my cunt.”

A huge stream came out from Shreya’s pussy. Ishaan then revenge fucked, mustering all his manliness. It was Nidhi’s turn. She asked Ishaan to take her ass, to which he happily agreed. We all spat on Ishaan’s dick and applied some lube to Nidhi’s ass.

We got her muscles comfortable and ready for her brother’s dick. While fingering Nidhi, she started to fart. Ishaan noticed the embarrassment on his sister’s face and buried his nose in Nidhi’s ass. He said, “Love how your ass smells, Sis.”

We all knew what was happening. It was a brother standing up to protect his sister’s dignity. I wanted to stand up for my husband and my family. To make things lighter, I said, “Ishaan, why don’t you smell your lovely wife’s farts too?”

I opened my ass cheeks, got my face close to Ishaan, and started to apply pressure. But no luck. I kept applying pressure, and instead of a fart, a smooth piece of shit came out. Here I was to save the dignity of my husband and sister-in-law and ended up being the joke!

Shreya came forward and picked the soft shit from the floor and smeared it on Ishaan’s chest. She softly applied some on her lips. She then kissed Shweta, and before we knew it, we all started pissing, shitting, and fucking each other. When we came to our senses, we were puking all over the place.

What a nightmare it was to clean the room. It took days to get the smell out! We were so grossed out that the thought of sex made us puke.

It’s been 3 years since this happened. It took us a while to get through the trauma of that wild, crazy night. But that night still lights a fire in our hearts when we make love.

Goodbye, everyone! As I said, this is probably my last story. Thank you for all those lovely messages and love. Do stay in touch.

[email protected] (I don’t mind talking about sex, but I don’t sext.)

This is a real-life incident that started last year between me (Ram) and my cousin brother’s wife (sister-in-law) Renu when we went on a family trip to Munnar from Chennai. We planned to go for a 5-day trip to Munnar, and we were 8 people including 3 old people and 5 youngsters. We planned to take two cars.

We had decided that in one car which my brother would drive, there will be 3 old people, and in my car there will be my sister, my young brother, and the story’s heroine my sister-in-law. It all started between us just before the start of the trip in my brother’s house when everyone was rushing to start before 5 am from Chennai.

I was packing the bags and loading the bags in our car. Everyone started to come to the cars one by one. I went back to the house to check whether everything was closed and checked all the things that were packed. Then I went to all the rooms and checked each room. When I went to my brother’s room, my SIL was changing the dress which I didn’t notice while I entered the room.

Then when I saw her, I turned in slow motion and stood still and asked her sorry which she saw and started to scold me.

She asked me: Why you didn’t knock and come?!

I told her that I was in a hurry and told her that I thought no one was there. She understood and asked me to leave. Then I came back to the car. After 5 minutes, she came and sat in my car in the backseat and we started. She constantly stared at me whenever I saw her through the center mirror.

After 2 hours of journey, we planned to stop for a break and everyone got down and went. I was still in the car. Then my sister-in-law Renu asked me whether I saw anything. She meant whether I saw her boobs? Because at that time, she was about to wear her bra. I replied to her, “Not clearly!” She was shocked by my answer and asked me –

She: What do you mean?! Then you saw me when I was wearing a bra?

I said: Yes.

After this conversation, my brother called my sister-In-law and asked her what she was doing in the car without coming for tea. She said that she was changing her earrings. After this, we started the journey and whenever I saw her, she was staring at me with an angry face.

When we stopped for the next break, she was telling me –

She: Ok, let’s forget what happened. I will not tell anyone and let’s enjoy the trip.

I said: Ok.

Then I started to talk freely and we were enjoying the journey by cracking jokes. We reached Munnar, everyone was carrying their own luggage to the room. Renu came and she bent down to pick up her luggage. As she was wearing a loose shirt, I could see her cleavage through her shirt.

When I was staring at her cleavage, she suddenly saw me and she asked me to check her other bag and not ‘this’ (by indicating her breast in a naughty way). That was the green signal for me to go forward. I was on cloud 9 and I replied to her in a naughty way indicating her suitcase that was big for one person.

For that, she said that: Don’t talk with double meaning.

That night after refreshing, everyone was tired and ready to sleep. I was not feeling sleepy and planned to go for a walk and asked everyone who was going to accompany me. For that, only my little brother and Renu were ready. But my brother asked Renu to sleep so that the next day she would be fresh to explore Munnar.

Then my little brother and I went for a walk for a km and came back to the room. When we came to the room, my sister-in-law was sitting outside the rooms on the staircase.

We asked: Why you didn’t sleep?

She said she was not feeling sleepy and my brother was snoring so that she couldn’t sleep. She asked us for another walk with her. But my little brother was not ready and he went to his room. I hesitantly said ok and we started walking and chatting about the college days in between.

Renu: Do you have a girlfriend?

Me: Yes I had, but not now.

Renu: What happened? Have you both broken apart?

Me: Yes, we were not made for each other.

Renu: Oh, ok ok!

I asked about her love story with my brother as their marriage was a love marriage. She explained how they met and how my brother proposed to her and all that stuff.

Then I asked: I have a question, but you shouldn’t get angry and it should stay between us.

She told me that she would not tell anyone but question should not be vulgar. She thought that I was going to ask about the sex between them.

But I asked her: My brother was your first bf?

Renu: I thought you were going to ask some other thing. Yes, of course, he is my only BF.

Me: Oh, great!

Then I told her that I had another question and asked –

Me: Before the question, I have an idea.

Renu said: Tell me your idea. Let’s see if it works.

I told her: Can we play a game? I will ask a question and then you can ask me, and so on. But the answer should be correct and sincere.

She said ok and she said that she would start.

Me: Ok, ask.

Renu: Have you kissed your girlfriend?

Me: Yes, of course I did.

Renu: Ok, now you ask.

Me: When did you lose your virginity?

Renu: Just before marriage to your brother.

Me: Great. You ask.

Renu: Have you fucked your gf?

Me: No I didn’t, but we had oral sex.

Renu: Oh, you naughty! Then you have experience.

Me: Yes, I do have. I liked to fuck, but she was afraid.

Renu: Oh Ram, I thought you didn’t know anything.

Me: That is not my mistake. These days even a 10th student knows everything, Renu (I called with her name).

Renu: What Renu, you rascal! (in a jolly manner and tapping my butt)

Me: Ha ha ha, what is your bra size?

She was stunned and asked: Why do you want to know?!

I said: I have seen your boobs, so I need to know your size. (while looking in her eyes)

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I will continue in part 2. If anyone wants to chat with me, then comment below.

Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichle part mein aap sab ne padha ki main Varsha ko dhoondhti hui washroom mein pahunchi. Waha maine usko Manoj naam ke ladke ke sath dekha, jo usi office mein kaam karta tha. Woh zabardast tareeke se choos raha tha Varsha ko.

Manoj ne uske saare kapde utaar diye the, aur ab neeche baith kar uski skirt ka hook khol raha tha. Ab aage badhte hai.

Manoj ne uski skirt ka hook khol diya, aur hook khulte hi uski skirt zameen par gir gayi. Ab Varsha uske saamne sirf panty mein thi. Usne black panty pehni hui thi, jisme woh kisi high class sexy randi se kam nahi lag rahi thi.

Uski sexy jaanghen dekh kar Manoj ki aankhen chamak uthi, aur woh panty ke upar se hi uski chut mein muh maarne laga. Varsha madhosh ho rahi thi, aur aankhen band karke ahh ahh kar rahi thi. Tabhi Manoj ne usko kaha-

Manoj: Varsha tumhari chut ki khushbu badi mast hai. Aisi chut ke liye to koi bhi kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar ho jaye.

Varsha: Meri chut to tumhari gulam hai meri jaan. Aaj isko maze se chodo, aur iska paani nikaal kar isko sukha do.

Varsha ke ye kehte hi Manoj ne uski panty neeche kheench kar uske pairon par kar di. Varsha ne panty pairon se nikaal kar ek pair se hi side kar di. Ab Varsha ki khoobsurat clean-shaved chut Manoj ke saamne thi.

Chut ko dekh kar Manoj ke chehre par smile aa gayi, aur usne Varsha ki taraf upar dekha. Usko khush hote dekh Varsha boli-

Varsha: Ab khaoge bhi isko, ya sirf dekhte hi rahoge?

Tabhi Manoj ne apna muh Varsha ki chut par rakh diya, aur muh se jeebh baahar nikaal kar usko chaatna shuru kar diya. Uski jeebh chut par lagte hi Varsha ki siskiyan nikalni shuru ho gayi.

Woh ‘Ahh ahh’ karne lagi, aur uska ek hath apne aap hi Manoj ke sar ke peeche chala gaya. Fir woh uske sar ko apni chut mein dabane lag gayi, aur gaand hila-hila kar usse chut chatwa rahi thi, aur apni chut ko uske muh par ragad rahi thi.

Manoj bhi bade maze se uski chut chaat raha tha, jaise koi lollipop chaat raha ho. Fir usne apne ek hath se uski chut ka muh khola, aur jeebh andar daal li. Isse Varsha pagal hone lag gayi, aur uski siskiyon ki awaaz ka volume badhne laga.

Acha hua washroom mein aur koi nahi tha, nahi to woh dono zaroor pakde jaate. Manoj kutton ki tarah uski chut choos raha tha. Varsha ki tadap dekh kar lag raha tha ki Manoj uski chut ke daane ko muh mein leke choos raha hoga.

Kuch der aise hi karte rehne ke baad Varsha poori kaamp gayi. Aur uski chut ne bahut saara maal Manoj ke muh par nikaal diya. Varsha peeth cabin ki deewar ke sath ragadte hue thak kar neeche baith gayi.

Manoj apne muh par laga uska maal hath mein leke chaat raha tha. Maal chaatne ke baad Manoj khada hua, aur usne apni belt kholni shuru ki. Main utsukta se dekh rahi thi, ki uska lund kaisa hoga.

Tabhi usne pant ka hook aur zip kholi, aur usko neeche gira diya. Mujhe Manoj ke underwear mein uska khada hua lund dikh raha tha. Underwear mein bane hue pahaad se to lag raha tha, ki uska lund kaafi bada aur tagda tha.

Maine jaisa socha tha waise hi hua. Jaise hi Manoj ne apna underwear neeche kiya, uska bada, mota, dark chocolate jaisa brown lund Varsha ke saamne aa gaya. Uska lund kam se kam 9-inch lag raha tha. Uske lund par moti-moti naadiyon ka ubhaar bhi saaf dikh raha tha.

Mujhe aise chocolaty lund bahut pasand hai. Aise lund dekhte hi mere muh mein to paani aata hi hai, chut bhi geeli ho jati hai. Fir Manoj ne apne lund ko hath mein liya, aur usko Varsha ke dono gaalon par ek-ek karke halke-halke maarne laga. Uske aise karne se Varsha ko maza aa raha tha.

Woh Varsha ke hontho par apna lund ragad raha tha. Har chudasi ladki ki tarah Varsha ne bhi apna muh khol liya. Uska muh khulte hi Manoj ne apna mota sa lund uske muh mein ghusa diya. Uske muh mein lund jaate hi Manoj ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ab aap samajh sakte hai ki usko kitna maza aa raha hoga.

Mera bhi dil kar raha tha ki main uske lund ko apne muh mein lelu. Lekin abhi aisa possible nahi tha. Fir Manoj kamar aage-peeche karke uske muh ko chodne lag gaya.

Varsha bhi maze se uska lund choos rahi thi, aur muh se kaafi saari thook release kar rahi thi. Uski thook se lund chip-chipa ho gaya tha. Fir Manoj ne apni speed badhayi, aur zor-zor se uske muh ko chodna shuru kar diya.

Ab Varsha ka muh dukh raha tha, aur usko saans lene mein dikkat aa rahi thi. Lekin Manoj apni speed kam nahi kar raha tha. Uske dhakke itni zor ke the, ki Varsha ka sar peeche cabin ki deewar se lag kar dam-dam ki awaaz kar raha tha.

Kuch der aise hi uska muh chodne ke baad Manoj ne apna lund baahar nikaal liya. Fir usne Varsha ke baal pakde, aur unko kheench kar usko khada kar liya. Ab woh Varsha ko chodne wala tha.

Woh apne ghutne thode bend karke neeche hua, aur apne lund ko Varsha ki chut ke muh par ragadne lag gaya. Fir usne apne dono hath Varsha ki kamar par daal kar usko apne sath chipkaya, aur hawa mein utha liya.

Hawa mein uthte hi Varsha ne apni taange Manoj ki kamar par lapet li. Fir Manoj ne Varsha ko deewar ke sath laga liya. Uske baad usne apna lund uski chut par set kiya, aur gaand upar ki taraf karke uski chut mein lund ghusane laga.

Varsha ahh ahh karne lagi, aur Manoj ke lund inch-inch karke uski chut mein jaane laga. Usne Varsha ki kamar dheeli chhodh di, jisse woh lund par baith jaye, aur uska lund Varsha ke andar tak chala jaye. Kuch hi seconds mein Manoj ka poora lund Varsha ki chut mein chala gaya.

Hi doston, main Lucky. Main 19 years ka hu, aur Odisha se belongs karta hu. Apne ghar se 150 km door city ke hostel mein padhayi kar raha hu. Maine interpass kar liya hai ache number se. Baat tab ki hai jab mere paas papa ka phone aaya.

Wo bole: B.Sc ke liye apne shehar ke college mein teri admission karwani hai. Jaldi apna documents aur samaan lekar ghar aa jao.

Main bahut khush hua. Shaam ko apna samaan packing karne laga. Khushi ke maare meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Maine agle din ke liye train ki ticket book kar li. Raat ko 8 baje khaana khaa kar sone ki taiyaari karne laga. Subah jaldi uthna tha, par meri aankhon mein neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main past mein jab ghar se padhayi ke liye aaya tha to meri pyari maa bahut dukhi thi.

Ghar mein mere dada ji Ramratan ji 62 year ke, tandurust, ghani mooche rakhne waale, thode gussail aadmi the. Par mujhe bahut pyar karte the. Subah mujhe jogging ke liye apne sath le jaate the. Papa Ravindra 41 years ke the. Bahut simple, thode saawle the, aur shant swabhav ke the. Ek govt officer the papa.

Subah 8 baje office jaate the, aur direct 8 baje raat ko aate the. Meri maa Sushila 39 years ki thi. Apne naam ki tarah sushil, pativrata, aur gharelu mahila thi. Wo thode healthy figure wali thi, kisi south actress ki tarah. Bade-bade doodh aur badi gaand ki malkin thi meri maa.

Mera bada bhai Rocky 22 years ka tha, mujhse 3 saal bada. Wo mujhe bahut pyar karta hai. Dubla-patla, mere papa ki tarah saawla, simple, kisi se zyada baat nahi karta. Par padhayi mein thoda kamzor tha, isiliye papa ne pharmacy karayi, aur fir pharmacist ki naukri lagwa di. Yahi sochte hue main kab neend mein chala gaya, pata nahi chala.

Subah jab meri aankh khuli to 7 baj gaye the. Jaldi bathroom mein ghusa. Fresh ho kar baahar aaya. Fir dress change karke apna samaan lekar auto ke liye ruka. Auto se direct railway station pahuncha. Waha train ki wait karne laga. 10 minute baad train aa gayi. Main apni ticket leke train mein baith gaya.

Kareeb 1 baje main apne shehar pahuncha. Fir train se utra, aur platform se baahar jaane laga. Bhai ko phone lagaya. Wo bole paas mein hi hu, aur 5 minute mein pahunch raha hu. Bhai jab mere paas aaya to main dekhta reh gaya.

Main: Namaste, bhaiya.

Bhaiya: Kaise hai chhotu?

Ye bol ke unhone mujhe gale laga liya.

Main: Theek hu bhaiya, aap kaise ho?

Bhaiya: Main bhi theek hu.

Main: Ye nayi bike kab khareedi bhaiya?

Bhaiya: Papa ne dilaya hai naukri lagne par.

Fir bike par baith kar hum ghar ki taraf nikal pade. Hamara ghar shehar last mein jo colony thi waha tha. Main idhar-udhar dekh raha tha. Jab main ghar se gaya tha, tab se sab change ho gaya tha. Raaste bhi change ho gaye the. Bhai ne bike roki ek gate ke paas jaha gate ke dono taraf boundary thi.

Fir bhai ne gate khola, aur hum ghar ki taraf jaane lage. Raaste ke dono taraf bahut saare ped lagaye gaye the. Last mein hamara do manzila ghar tha. Bhai ne bell bajayi, to 1 minute baad maa ne door khola. Main maa ko dekh kar shock ho gaya. Maa ab bahut sundar dikh rahi thi. Gol-matol chehra, zabardast beauty lag rahi thi. Main neeche jhuka, aur maa ke pair chhue. Maa ne mujhe gale laga liya aur rone lagi.

Maa: Mera chhotu beta aa gaya.

Ye bol ke unhone mere maathe pe kiss kiya. Bhai mera samaan lekar andar jaane lage. Maa bhi mujhe andar le jaate hi boli-

Maa: Tu apne bhai ke kamre mein rahega. Main tere liye khaana lagati hu. Tu thak gaya hoga, jaake fresh ho jaa.

Fir main upar bhai ke peeche jaa raha tha, ki bhai ka phone aaya.

Bhai bole: Chhotu tu chaabi le, aur apna samaan rakh dena. Fir fresh ho kar khaana khaa lena. Office mein bahut kaam pada hai. Main late aaunga, bye.

Ye bol ke wo chale gaye. Maine fir door khola. Andar ghusa to aisa nazara dekh ke bahut khush hua. Kyunki bhai ka room bahut bada tha, aur saaf-suthra rakha tha. Bada bed, deewar par bada tv laga hua tha. Table par laptop tha. AC bhi laga hua tha. Main samaan rack ki side pe rakh kar bathroom gaya. Fir fresh ho kar baahar aaya. Uske baad dress change karke neeche aaya. Dekha maa khaana laga rahi thi.

Mujhe bahut bhookh lagi thi. Main dining chair par baith gaya. Maa khaana serve karne lagi, aur main khaane laga. Maine maa se poocha-

Main: Maa dada ji kaha hai?

Maa: Chhotu tere dada ji gaon gaye hue hai tere chacha ke yaha wo zameen ke silsile mein. Wo kal aayenge.

Main khaana khatam karke upar jaane laga. Thakawat ke kaaran mujhe neend aane lagi, aur main kab so gaya pata nahi chala. Jab aankh khuli to dekha 7 baj gaye the. Main neeche utra, aur maa ko awaaz di chai ke liye. Fir main sofe par baith gaya, aur tv dekhne laga. Maa ne chai di, aur kitchen mein ghus gayi. 8 baje papa aa gaye.

Maine door khola. Fir maine papa ke pair chhue. Papa ne mujhe gale laga liya, aur bahut saari baatein ki. Uske baad wo apne kamre mein gaye fresh hone. Main baahar ghoomne nikal pada. 9 baje jab main ghar aaya, to bhai bhi aa gaya tha duty se. Sab hath muh dho kar dining table par baith gaye. Maa sab ko khaana serve karne lagi.

Main aur papa ek side pe, aur maa aur bhai ek side baith kar khaana khaane lage. Khaana khatam karke papa apne kamre mein chale gaye. Main aur bhai tv dekhne lage. Maa bartan saaf karne lagi. Kitchen ka kaam khatam karke maa papa ke kamre mein chali gayi. Main raat ke 11 baje sone upar chala gaya. Bhai tv dekh rahe the. Kareeb 20 minute hue the, ki bhai bhi aa gaye. Main mobile side par rakh kar bhai ko goodnight bola, aur so gaya.

Achanak raat ko mujhe pyaas lagi. Maine light on ki, aur table pe rakhi hui bottle se paani piya. Fir bed pe dekha to bhai nahi tha. Maine socha shayad bathroom gaya hoga. Jab ghadi mein dekha to 2 baje the. 15 minute ho gaye, lekin bhai nahi aaye. To main sochne laga itni raat ko bhai kaha gaya hoga.

Fir main dheeme kadmo se seediyon se neeche utra, to poora ghar khaali tha. Papa ka kamra band tha. Kitchen bhi band tha. Pooja ghar bhi band tha. Fir dada ji ka kamra dekha, to wo bhi band tha. Ab main sochne laga aur darne bhi laga, ki bhai kaha gaye. Main papa ke kamre ka door peetne wala tha ki mujhe upar se ajeeb-ajeeb si awaaze aane lagi.

Main awaaz ka peecha karte hue upar jaane laga dheeme kadmo se. Jab main upar gaya, to jo store room tha, wo andar se band tha. Awaaz usi mein se aa rahi thi. Main andar dekhne ki koshish karne laga. Koi bhi surakh nahi mila. Main idhar-udhar dekhne laga shayad andar dekhne ko koi surakh mil jaye. Fir maine window side pe jaane ki sochi. Main ghar se baahar nikal aaya, baahar bahut thand lag rahi thi.

Hamare ghar ki side mein ek gali thi, jo ghar ki boundary se hote hue garden ki taraf gayi hui thi. Maine dekha store room ki window bahut upar thi. Fir main seedi dhoondhne laga. Meri kismat se hum jaha bike parking karte hai, waha ek lamba seedi thi. Maine fir seedi ko dheere se uthaya, aur store room ki window pe set kiya.

Fir main dheere-dheere upar chadhne laga. Jab window ke paas pahuncha, to koi hole dhoondhne laga jisse andar dekh saku. Meri kismat se ek hole mil gaya. Par wo chhota sa hole tha. Fir maine apni aankh hole pe laga di. Andar dekha to room mein dim light jal rahi thi. Saamne bahut saare samaan rakhe hue the. Table chair bed jo kharaab hua samaan tha, sab waha rakha gaya tha.

Awaaz bahut dheeme se aa rahi thi. Jab maine dhyan se dekha, to neeche pet ke bal koi soya hua tha. Uski gaand dikh rahi thi. Dono pair failaye hue the, aur uski kamar se neeche hi dikh raha tha. Kyunki neeche ek gadda bichaya hua tha. Jis hole se main dekh raha tha, us deewar se satt kar leta hua tha.

Fir thodi der baad wo aadmi khada hua to mere hosh udd gaye dekh ke. Wo bhai hi the. Unke hath pe kuch laga tha, jise wo chaat rahe the. Jab maine dhyan se dekha, bhai ke muh pe paani laga hua tha. Main samajh gaya bhai kya kar rahe the. Bhai khade hone ke baad apna lund hilane lage. Jab maine bhai ka lund dekha, to mujhe vishwas hi nahi hua.

Bhai ka lund 8 inch lamba aur 2 inch mota tha. Bahut kaala tha. Supada ek-dum laal apple jaisa tha. Bhai lund hila hi raha tha, ki neeche se kuch hulchal hui. Paayal ki awaaz aur choodiyon ki awaaz aane lagi. Main jis angle se dekh raha tha, sirf bhai ka chehra aur chest hi dikh rahi thi. Fir bhai thoda jhuke, aur apna hath neeche le gaye. Shayad kisi ko upar uthane lage.

Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Main soch raha tha, ki maa papa ke hote hue bhai ne kisi ko bula liya tha chodne ke liye. Mera simple bhai itna kaise badal gaya. Jo kisi se baat bhi nahi karta tha, aaj itna aage badh gaya. Yahi soch raha tha ki andar ki awaaz ne mujhe jhanjhod diya. Bhai ki aankhen band thi, aur wo upar ki taraf muh karke khade the. Andar se hmm hmm ki awaaze aa rahi thi.

Bhai: Aahh ohh ohh kya choosti ho tum. Tumhare jaisa koi bhi nahi choos sakta. Mann karta hai aise hi choosti raho.

Choodiyon ki chhan-chhan ki awaaze badhne lagi. Bhai ki body kaamp rahi thi. Unke chehre se pata chal raha tha swarg mein udne wali anubhuti mil rahi thi unhe. 10 minute ke baad bhai zor-zor se aahen bharne lage. Wo apni body aage-peeche karne lage aur aahh aah ohh shh karte rahe.

Fir kuch der baad muh upar karne lage, aur fir shant pad gaye. Kuch der room mein sannata raha. Fir bhai apne kapde pehanne lage. Wo ladki kon thi jiski awaaz sunne ke liye main taras gaya. Maine ye scene dekh kar apna lund hilate-hilate paani nikaal diya. Andar dekha to bhai kapde pehan rahe the. Jab bhai boxer pehne to mujhe hosh aaya ki main kaha tha. Main bhool gaya tha ki main seedi pe khada tha.

Main jaldi-jaldi neeche utarne laga, aur jaldi upar jaane laga. Bhai ke aane se pehle mujhe room mein pahunchna tha. Jab main room mein pahuncha to bhai nahi aaya tha. Main jaldi sone ki acting karne laga. 5 minute baad door khulne ki awaaz aayi. Fir do insano ke kadmo ki awaaz aayi. Ek kadam ki awaaz neeche seediyon se utarne ki thi. Fir hamara door khula, aur bhai room mein aaye, aur mere bagal mein let gaye.

Mere mann mein bahut saare sawaal the ki wo kon ladki thi jo bhai se chudi thi. Jiska bhai ke sath sex affair tha. Mujhe pata karna tha wo kon thi jo itni raat ko hamare ghar aayi thi. Ye sab main agle part mein bataunga doston.

This is Rahul 28 from Chennai. My wife is Preethi, age 27. We got married a year ago. I got these cuckold thoughts after reading many swap sex stories in ISS.

Preethi my wife is white, fair, and looks like the Tamil actress Amritha Aiyer. We both are IT Professionals. After some days of our marriage, I started imagining my wife romancing with strangers.

And one day I told my wife about my cuckold fantasy. She slapped me on hearing this, and started to cry. She cried for a long time and that night, we slept without talking a word. The next morning the day started as usual, she went to work and I too went to work.

Every night I started to convince her that this wouldn’t hurt her and I would make sure she enjoyed it and nobody would abuse or hurt her. After a few months, my wife agreed to initiate something but instant sex. I got excited and horny to the core.

Next, I needed to find a trustworthy friend who could love my wife and romance her without abusing or hurting her. I had a recent office friend Varun, who was more trustworthy. We knew about each other. I told him that he had to romance my wife. He was shocked and asked me how I could imagine a scenario like this. I said, “I have had this fantasy for a long period, buddy.”

He said he needed to think for some time.

“Take your own time”, I said.

The next morning, I met him and he told me he was interested. He opened up another thing saying, from our marriage day he was thinking of my wife and fapping for her! He had been fantasizing about her on my wedding night like they were both having sex. I got aroused by hearing this and said, “Let’s not waste time, da.”

After going home, I told Preethi, “You are going to romance Varun”. She didn’t agree and said, “I have known him for a long time as a good friend. How can I romance him? He is the only trustworthy friend. No way! You bring a stranger, this won’t work”.

I said, “This is the best scenario I could imagine. Please do me this favor”.

Finally, she said, “Okay leave, whatever I will do, do it for you, asshole”.

Then I planned to make Preethi and Varun meet at a mall. Preethi asked me what to wear. I have a fetish for tight jeans, silk sarees, and leather dresses. So I asked her to wear tight jeans and tight tees. She was in tight blue jeans where her ass was stiff and her boobs were tightly visible, one could be tempted to suck it.

She asked me how she was looking and I said, “You are looking like a delicious dish for my friend!”

She stared at my foolish kinky thoughts. Then I told Varun to dress like a professional because Preethi liked guys who are professionals. Coming to my friend Varun, he was much much more fairer than me, so Preethi may fall for him.

We went to the mall and waited for Varun. Varun came and Preethi became too shy to face him. We had some casual talks and started to walk. I slowly moved from the middle to the right side so that they both could walk together. Preethi was staring at me angrily, and I begged through my eyes. Slowly, they started to talk.

Varun said, “You are looking beautiful today, Preethi.”

On hearing such things, I was getting turned on. I gave the signal to Varun to hold her hands. Then Varun touched Preethi’s hands and held them. It was heaven to see my wife holding hands with my friend.

Soon, she moved her hands from him. Varun knew my silk saree fetish and he bought a silk saree for Preethi. After dinner, we left for home. I asked Preethi if she liked him. She didn’t say a word and stared at me angrily. But inside, she liked him.

Then they exchanged their numbers and started to chat. Days passed and she got comfortable with Varun in chat.

I planned their second meeting at a Cafe. Preethi dressed in a sexy red dress. This time, I sat at a distance from them. They looked like a real couple sitting at a table, they talked very little and she often was looking at me. While going home, I asked them to stand together for a picture. Preethi was very shy and hesitantly, she stood near Varun. Varun confidently kept his hand on Preethi’s hip. She got confused and didn’t say anything. It was heaven to watch my friend holding my wife’s hip.

Preethi was so comfortable with the cuckold concept now. She liked Varun very much. Then she asked, “When is our next meeting?”

I was glad Preethi was into this. I planned the next meeting in a pub. I asked my wife to dress up in a black leather skirt and red top. Then we entered the pub, and Varun arrived before us. He was in a white shirt and blue jeans. Preethi smiled at Varun. Varun was happy that Preethi started liking him in real life.

Then the music started to play, and Preethi asked me to dance. I said, “You both dance, I will watch”.

They got comfortable. Then Varun took Preethi’s hand and took it to the dance floor. They started to dance together, it was a delight to watch them dancing together. Varun held Preethi’s hip while dancing. She started to enjoy his touches but didn’t show any reaction. Then Varun started to dance romantic moves with her, and they became very close.

He kissed her hands while dancing. My dick got raised, and I couldn’t control it. She was confused and excited at what was going to happen. They danced like that for 10 minutes. Varun got more horny on seeing Preethi in this dress, her perfume, her free hair, red thick lipstick. He finally proposed to her saying, “I love you, Preethi. You are mine, baby”.

She was surprised and delighted to hear this from a person whom she fell in love with, who was more handsome than her husband. She didn’t say anything, and she said his name alone, “Varun I am”. Then Varun told her, “Preethi, I can’t resist kissing you on these sexy red lips, please allow me, I never wanna force you. Preethi very shyly agreed to it.

The next second Varun’s lips were on Preethi’s lips. He grabbed her towards him, held her tight, and pressed her ass while kissing, parallely my dick vomited sperm on seeing this. Varun was sucking her lips heavily. Preethi completely forgot me and gave her lips to Varun.

Then Varun caressed her whole back and didn’t take his hand from her ass. He spanked her ass also. I started to click pictures of their romance. Varun said, “I need you Preethi fully, you are mine”. She let him kiss and didn’t say anything. Then we left the place.

While returning I could see her face full of happiness. Then I thanked her and she left a smile. I soon thought of getting them married temporarily and enjoying this phase. I made both agree to this temporary marriage life. On the day of marriage, she wore our orange wedding silk saree, which was a personal touch.

I took them to a private hotel. Preethi was looking too sexy in that silk saree and Varun was in ethnic wear. Then I pulled the pallu and gave it to him to tie. They both were happy. My wife was looking at me in guilt. I didn’t bother about it. He tied the knot to my Preethi.

Then I gave my house key to Varun. I wanted them to be husband and wife in my house. Prepared the first night for them in our bedroom. I told them I had placed cameras all over inside the house to get horny on seeing what they were doing.

They moved into the house, and Varun entered into the first night room. Preethi brought milk with her and sat beside Varun. Then she said, “I love you Varun, but also Rahul”. Preethi was a bit upset and guilty too. He made her comfortable by saying, “See this is just temporary, soon you will return to Rahul”.

I was watching everything through the camera and was recording too. Preethi lay in bed. Varun was too horny having a white sexy friend’s wife in bed. She was looking too hot in that silk saree. He smelled the saree in her ass. Then he slowly lay beside her. Her ass was facing him. He initiated by saying, “Everything will be okay baby”.

Then he slowly put his hands on Preethi. She was still shy. Varun slowly went much closer and his body was touching her body, no gap in between them now. Then he started to kiss her ears and put his hands on her white belly.

She stood and went away. On seeing this, I called them and asked what happened. Varun told me the situation, and then I spoke to Preethi and said, “This is completely okay Preethi, you are doing it for me and this is not at all a problem. I want you to enjoy it with your new handsome boyfriend”.

She understood and she said, “Okay no problem”. Now she was facing the wall and said, “Now my body is yours, Varun, come on take and eat me”. On hearing this Varun’s dick went very hard. Then he went near her and on his knee. Started to smell and kiss her ass on the silk saree itself. On watching this on camera, I became nude and started to stroke my dick.

Varun kissed from toe to head on Preethi’s back. He hugged her from behind and pressed her navel belly. She too became moody. Then he turned her and hugged them from the front. His body was touching her body without a gap, he could feel her boobs. While hugging he pressed her ass and spanked it.

Then he said, “Preethi you have a great ass. You are such a beauty. Rahul is too lucky to have your body”. Preethi smiled back. At that moment, Varun said, “Forget Rahul and kiss me Preethi”. Then she forgot me and started to kiss him. They both aggressively kissed each other. Then she kissed his face fully, removed his dress, and made him nude.

She was still in a saree. She kissed him badly putting her hands into his hair and pulling it. Then Varun removed Preethi’s pallu and made her stand with a blouse. She was too hot to handle. Her white body was killing. He started to press her boobs in a blouse, and Preethi was moaning, “Varun ugg Varun ahh Varun”.

He then kissed her on the neck and threw her on the bed. She was laying in a silk blouse and petticoat. He was nude. Then he went above her and rubbed his dick on her body over the blouse, navel, and petticoat. They again exchanged a lip lock. While kissing he was rubbing his dick on her body as if having sex. Then he removed her petticoat and stood. Now she was in a blouse and the rest was nude.

He knelt and started to put his face on her ass, smelled it, sniffed it, and started to lick and bite her ass. Then he found the asshole and started to lick harder and harder. She was moaning heavily saying his name Varun, ah Varun, Ah Varun. He licked her ass for 15 minutes and ate her ass completely.

Throughout this, she was wearing high heels. Her movement on the floor with the sound of heels was too hot. Then Varun lay on the bed facing up. Preethi’s face was on his face. Varun licked her and Preethi was adjusting herself by G-spot. Now both got up and stood. From behind Varun removed Preethi’s blouse.

My wife’s 34d boobs were hanging now. Varun sucked it and pressed it harder and harder. It was round tight still white. While standing he again went down and this time he went to her pussy. Her pussy was hairy, he started to lick on the clitoris. Preethi went out of the world and started moaning heavily, “Ah ahhhh ahhh Varun ah no ahhhh yeah..”

He didn’t stop and was licking faster and faster. Her pussy became wet. Then he stopped and stood. They both were nude. They hugged each other. That was the heaven feeling seeing my wife and my friend hugging each other nude. His dick and her pussy were touching without penetrating.

Then he took her near the mirror and hugged and showed her. She became shy and hugged him much tighter. Now Varun bent Preethi towards the mirror and took his dick and stood in a doggy position. He penetrated inside her without a condom. Before the first pound, he said, “I love you my white wife Preethi”.

He started to pound her, and she was like, “Ahh hmm hmm. ahmmm..” Then he raised the speed. Preethi too moaned heavily, “Ahhh ahhh ahh Varun, don’t stop ahhh, Varun, Varun, Varun, I love you”. He was riding her like a horse in control, pounded her for 10 minutes and he released his sperm inside her.

They both were happy and exchanged smiles. Preethi had never given me a blowjob. On seeing Varun’s dick, she tied her free hair in a ponytail, knelt, and started to take his dick inside her mouth. She sucked like a mad dog. He again released his sperm into her mouth, and she drank it fully.

On seeing this on camera, I fapped already four times. Now they hugged and slept together that night nude. From the next day, Preethi became like a housewife to Varun, serving food in his mouth, kissing his forehead, and cooking for him.

At night daily, he banged her in a silk saree leather dress and tight jeans due to my fetishes. They started tearing dresses and I kept ordering dresses for them. Later they had sex on the bus, train, car, and romance in public. When we met outside, they exchanged love and liplock. It was a delight for me to watch them like that. I hope you enjoyed the story.

So sorry to reveal here that, I am married but the story I am telling is a fiction. I don’t want to spoil it as fiction before starting itself.

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Hello friends, I am Mahesh, 25 years old. This is the story of my relationship with my mother.

Coming to my family we are Maharashtrian, comprising five members. My grandmother Shakuntala who is 74 years old. My father, Satyam, 55 years old, works in a local Motorcycle Company. My mother, Anjali, who is 51 years old, is a sweet housewife.

My sister Mayuri, who is 28 years old, married 4 years ago. My sister and brother-in-law, Shubham, 30 years old, work in an IT company. They have 2-year-old twins, a boy and a girl, Aniruddha and Anuradha.

Let’s get into the background of the story first then we will move on to the actual. Coming to me, I am now working in the same Motorcycle Company with my father. I am currently dating my childhood friend Sakshi, 22 years old, who lives next to my house.

My sister married her boyfriend, who is her college senior. We live in a semi-bungalow house. We have a Hall, Kitchen with Dining, Puja room, and one bedroom on the ground floor, where, my sister, our grandmother and I used to stay.

Two bedrooms on the first floor of which one used by my parents.  Also, we have a small lawn in the front on the ground floor and an open terrace on the first floor.

So now, let’s get into the actual story. It all started in summer vacation after my junior college examination. I used to play cricket with my sister on the terrace in the evenings. One fine day she accidentally hit me with the ball on my dick while I was batting.

I screamed in pain, and my parents rushed towards us. My father took me to their bedroom and examined me. It was not that serious of an issue as we were playing with the plastic ball. My father asked my mother to calm me down and sleep for some time with me.

It was after a very long time since my childhood I was sleeping with my mother. I still remember she was wearing a pink salwar kameez, a bit body fit. I was crying, and my mother was consoling me by taking me in her arms.

After two weeks, it was my result. I was a bit nervous, but I don’t know why I calmed down by watching my mother ready to go my college for my results. She was wearing a light yellow floral saree and a yellow sleeveless blouse.

Her fair skin was glowing in the morning sunlight. Lip skin tone lipstick, yellow bindi, small mangalsutra and golden bangles did the rest. Later, we went to my college. I saw the attention my mother got from my teachers and parents of my classmates instead of my results.

I scored 87% marks and my mother was super happy. She hugged me in front of my classmates, teachers and other parents. My best friend Nikhil was also there, along with his father Girish. Nikhil stood first in the college. I and my mother congratulated him for his success.

My mother and Girish, Nikhil’s father, started discussing our coaching classes for the next year. Nikhil called me to the corner and whispered in my ear, “I saw the bulge in your pants while you and your mother hugged each other.” I was shocked and felt ashamed at the same time.

I said nothing to him and went home with my mother. My mother cooked my favorite meal in the evening and we had a good family time in the evening.
The next morning, Nikhil came to my house. He greeted my granny, and we went upstairs to the other bedroom.

It was next to my parents’ bedroom. It was a kind of study room used by my sister mostly. And the discussion begins at the first.

Nikhil: How long was your bulge? Do you get frequent boners as you have three beauties at your home?

Mahesh: No. I felt it was wrong, but I can’t control my feelings when I see my mother and sister.

Nikhil: It’s the beginning of our adulthood. It’s normal. My parents are doctors, and they talk to me openly about this stuff.

Mahesh: I don’t know. My parents never talked on this topic neither with me nor with my sister, I guess.

Nikhil: It’s okay. Let’s talk now.

Mahesh: I am uncomfortable.

Nikhil: Okay. I will start. I also get boners while watching my mother, my aunt. I imagine them at night doing naughty things with me. I even imagine our Marathi teacher, Rashmi Madam.

Mahesh: Yes. She is beautiful.

Nikhil: What do you see in her? Her face, lips, eyes, or her breast or her navel?

Mahesh: When you saw her navel? I never saw it.

Nikhil: I saw you watching our Mathematics teacher, Sharda Madam. Now tell me how to get good marks in Mathematics.

Mahesh: Don’t change the topic. Tell me, when did you see Rashmi Madam’s navel?

Nikhil: I saw just the way you saw Sharda Madams navel. Hahaha. She is dusky but very curvy in her body type.

Mahesh: Oh, you observe her too.

Nikhil: I observe you, too. That is how you observe Sharda Madam. And we laughed together.

In the middle of our conversation, I saw my sister walking by the terrace. I thought she might have listened to our conversation. I was feeling anxious about whether she would tell Maa Papa. I was in fear of getting beaten by my parents.
My friend Nikhil and I played Play Station games.

He went to his home after some time. In the afternoon, after lunch, I was playing Chess with my sister. In 3-4 moves, she killed my queen and said, “Miss You, Sharda, now who will save you?” I was shocked to hear this from my sister.

Now, I know that she knew all the conversations I had with my best friend, Nikhil.

Mahesh: Sorry DeeDee.

Mayuri: It’s completely fine, bro. Don’t be sorry. It’s the age which makes us do things. After a long pause, what do you observe in me?

Mahesh: No. Please no. I am uncomfortable.

Mayuri hugged me all of a sudden, and my face was around her breast. I was feeling her heartbeat getting fast. In no time, she held my dick in her hand. I felt pain and, at the same time, a deep pleasure. I held her tight in my arms, and we started rolling on the bed on each other.

I kissed her neck, and she moaned a bit. We stopped there but held each other in our arms and slept for some time. At night, after dinner, I was playing Play Station. My sister came, and she said she was feeling nervous. She was having her Engineering Entrance Examination results the next day.

I distracted her by saying, “If you fail, I will kiss you, and if you pass, you will kiss me.” She laughed and felt a bit normal and went to sleep and I continued playing Play Station.

The next morning, I woke up a bit late. But I saw everyone at home was anxious curious to know Mayuri’s results. I got ready, had breakfast and waited for 11:00 AM for Mayuri’s results.

Finally, the results came, and Mayuri scored 179/200 marks. She was on the supermoon, extremely happy. She took the blessings of Grandma, Ma, Papa, and God as always. She came to me and hugged me in happiness. I said in her ear, now you have to kiss me. She laughed and left me.

The phone calls from the relatives began and the morning set to dawn in quick time. In the evening, one of my grandma’s distant relatives visited our home. Some family member was admitted to a nearby hospital for medical treatment.

That was the first time I met Shubham, now my brother-in-law. At the same time, I saw my sister Mayuri very happy seeing him. He was doing Engineering studies at that time. We had dinner together, and they left for the hospital.

In the night, I was playing my Play Station, and Mayuri came to talk. She closed the door and locked it. She made me stand, hugged me tightly and kissed on my cheeks.

Mayuri: Happy, baby?

Mahesh: I’m not your baby. I am happy but not satisfied.

Mayuri: Then what do you want?

Mahesh: I don’t know if it’s right or wrong. But I want to love Mom, and I want her to love me.

Mayuri: It’s completely wrong. If Dad comes to know about this, he will beat you and throw you out of the house.

Mahesh: I know. What to do now? Can you do something which will not be anything physical with Mom but an eye treat for me?

Mayuri: Sure, but you have to help me get admission to the same Engineering College in which Shubham studies. I have been in a phone call relationship with him for the past two years. I met him when I visited our village relatives after my SSC.

Mahesh: OMG. You kept it secret from me. Why?

Mayuri: Leave it now. I will tell you someday. Let’s have a deal. I will help you with your mom thing and you will help in my Shubham thing?

Mahesh: Done. Agreed. No other conditions. Can you make Mom wear the same yellow floral saree which she wore on result day tomorrow? A little below the navel and, if possible, no brassiere, too.

Mayuri: I can. Just take it to a nearby café for coffee and invite Shubham there, too.

Mahesh: Done.

We hugged each other in happiness and went to sleep. I was thinking all night about my mom, how she would look, how her navel would look. Will she know that we had planned this? All kinds of thoughts were in my mind. I was eagerly waiting for the next morning to see my dream girl, my mother, Anjali.

This is the beginning of my story. I hope you enjoyed till now. It all started when I was in junior college. Now I am 25, in a complete relationship with my mother, with her consent, and we are happy together.

It was the dream which came to reality to have my mother, my first love, in my arms, kiss her, undress her, love her, explore her, and, of course, fuck her. But with her consent. It’s the complete journey, which I will share in parts. If you like the story, motivate me in the comments.

Hello dosto mera naam Rajveer hai. Meri umar 19 saal hai. Aur main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Main abhi college mein padh raha hu. Meri ye kahani meri incest mummy ki hai. Jinke jismani rishte apne papa yani mere Nana aur mere beech bane hai.

Mere ghar mein hum 3 log rehte hai. Papa mummy aur main. Papa ki umar 40 saal hai. Woh government job karte hai. Papa bahut gusse wale hai. Isiliye papa se main aur mummy dono hi darte hai.

Papa subha hi nikal jaate hai aur shaam ko aate hai. Papa ki kamai aachi hai. Isiliye ghar mein koi kami nahi hai. Magar main nahi janta tha ki ghar mein sab kuch hote hue bhi asli kami mummy ki zindagi mein hai.

Mummy ka naam Kiran hai. Aur unki umar 40 saal hai. Mummy ka rang sawla hai. Woh hashmukh mizaz wali hai. Mummy ke teekhe nain naksh unhe aur bhi jayada khoobsurat bana dete hai.

Mummy ka figure kisi ko bhi apna deewana bana sakta hai. Mummy ka badan bhara hua hai. Aur unka thoda sa pet bhi bahar hai. Magar desi aurto ki yahi cheeje unke jawani mein chaar chand laga deti hai.

Mummy dikhne mein ek dum nayi naweli bhabhi lagti hai. Jiski bas abhi abhi shaadi hui ho. Mummy gaon ki rehne wali hai. Aur gaon ki aurto ke badan hamesha hi bhare hue hote hai. Isiliye mummy ki chuchiya 38 size ki hai.

Aur unki gaand 44 size ki hai. Aur ye dono hi cheeje har mard ka dhayan apni taraf karne ke liye kafi hai. Mummy ke pass to hussan ka bhandar hai. Maine pehle kabhi bhi mummy ke bare mein aisa nahi socha tha.

Main porn video jarur dekhta tha. Magar fir bhi mummy ke bare mein galat nahi socha. Magar jab maine maa bete ki chudai ki kahaniya padi to mujhe apni mummy mein kamukta se bhare badan ki aurat dikhayi dene lagi.

Mummy ko dekhkar mera lund itna tight ho gaya. Jitna aaj se pehle kabhi nahi hua tha. Maa bete ki chudai kahani padne ke baad, shayad har beta apni mummy ko jarur chudai ki nazar se dekhta hai. Halaki woh apni mummy ki chudai nahi kar sakta hai.

Magar fir bhi woh unhe dekhkar apna lund jarur hilata hai. Aur mere sath bhi yahi hua. Main bhi mummy ko dekhkar apna lund hilane laga. Ab jab bhi mummy mere samne aati hai to mera lund khada hoke unhe salami dene lagta hai.

Meri nazar hamesha mummy ki badi badi chuchiyo aur unki moti uthi hui gaand par hoti thi. Aur jab aap apni mummy ke bare mein aisa sochne lagte hai to aapko woh sab bhi dikhne lagta hai. Jise aap pehle dekhkar bhi undekha kar dete the.

Ab jab bhi main mummy ke sath bahar jata tha to main hamesha logo ko mummy ki chuchiya aur gaand ko ghurte dekha tha. Bahar wale bhi mummy ko dekhkar apna lund sehlate hai. Aur unhe aisa karte dekh. Mera bhi lund khada ho jata tha.

Mera lund sade 6-inch ka hai. Aur kafi mota bhi hai. Mummy ko dekhkar to ye kuch jayada hi bekabu ho jata hai. Aur jab maine apni mummy ko nanga dekha. Tab to main unka dewana ban gaya.

Jab se main incest bana hu. Tab se main mummy ke sath kuch jayada hi rehta tha. Aur isi cheej ka mujhe bahut faayda mila. Main mummy ko dekhne ka koi mouka hath se nahi jaane deta tha.

Main mummy ke liye itna pagal ho gaya tha ki maine bathroom aur unke kamre ki khidki jaha ac laga tha. Waha bhi ek ched bana diya tha. Aur inhi dono chedo se maine mummy ko pehli bar nanga dekha tha.

Jaise hi mummy bathroom mein jati. Tabhi main bhi chup chap bathroom ke bahar pauch jata. Aur chup chap apni mummy ke kamuk badan ko dekhne lagta. Mummy bade hi aaram se aapne kapde utarti thi.

Aur jaise jaise woh aapne kapde utarte thi. Mera lund unhe dekh dekhkar aur bhi jayada tight ho jata tha. Mummy ka badan bra panty mein qahar dhata hai. Unki chuchiya ek dum taani hui rehti hai.

Aur panty ke ander mummy ki gaand puri nahi sama pati hai. Aur jaise mummy apni bra panty utarti hai to unki badi badi chuchiya aur moti gaand ko dekhkar. Mera man karta tha ki main ander ghus jau.

Aur unki moti gaand mein apna muh lagake unki gaand chaatne lagu. Magar jaisa maine bataya tha ki main mummy ko dekhkar hi khus tha. Isiliye main bas unhe dekhkar apna lund hilata rehta tha.

Aise hi maine apni mummy ki chut dekhi. Jo samne se kafi badi si dikh rahi thi. Aur unki chut par ek bar bhi baal nahi tha. Mummy ki aise chikni chut dekhkar main samajh gaya ki papa mummy ki abhi bhi chudai karte hai. Isiliye mummy apni chut ko saaf rakhti hai.

Mummy ki nangi jawani dekhkar bar bar unki chudai ka khayal aata tha. Aur har bar main khud ko samjha leta tha. Magar fir jab mujhse raha nahi gaya to main apni mummy ko peeche se pakad leta tha.

Aur jaise hi main mummy ko peeche se pakda tha to mera lund turant khada ho jata hai. Mummy ki gaand ki garmi mehsus karne lagta hai. Mujhe aisa karne mein bahut maza aata tha. Mummy bhi mujhe kuch nahi kehti thi.

Kyuki woh mujhe hamesha aapne bete ki nazar se dekhti thi. Isiliye unhe mera aisa pakdna ajeeb nahi lagta tha. Aur main bhi unse aise hi maze leta rehta tha. Aur unhe aapne lund ki garmi deta rehta tha.

Magar main nahi janta tha ki meri chudai ki tamanna bahut hi jald puri hone wali thi. Woh bhi mummy ki wajah se. Maine hamesha apni mummy ko sidha sadha dekha hai. Magar main nahi janta tha.

Ki mummy ka ek chupa hua roop bhi hai. Jo unhone sabse chupa rakha tha. Aur jab woh roop mere samne aaya. Tab to mere hosh hi udh gaye. Fir maine faisla kar liya ki main bhi apni mummy ki chudai karunga.

Woh din main kabhi nahi bhool sakta hu. Jis din maine apni mummy ka woh roop dekha tha. Jo unhone aaj tak sabse chupa rakha tha. Woh rakshabandhan ka din tha.

Jis din maine apni mummy ki chudai dekhi thi. Aur unhe chodne wala koi aur nahi balki woh khud meri mummy ke papa the. Yaani ki mere Nana ji. Main to apni mummy aur naana ji ko dekhkar chock gaya tha.

Meri mummy aapne taange failaye aapne hi papa ka lund gapa gap le rahi thi. Aur mere Nana ji bade hi maze se apni hi beti ko chod rahe the. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha. Meri mummy aapne hi papa se chudai karwa sakti hai.

Ab main aap sabko shuru se batata hu ki ye sab hua kaise. Us din rakshabandhan tha. Aur hum sare log subha hi tayar ho gaye the. Is bar meri bua hamare ghar nahi aa rahi thi.

Kyuki fufa ji ki tabiyat kharab thi to papa ne faisla kiya ki woh khud meri bua ke ghar chale jayenge. Aur main mummy ko leke Nana ke ghar chala jaunga. Taaki mummy bhi aapne bhai ke rakhi band sake.

Subha sab jaldi hi tayar ho gaye the. Fir meri ek cousin behen aayi. Jisne mujhe rakhi band di. Aur uske baad 11 baje papa car se bua se milne chale gaye. Aur main mummy ko apni bike par leke Nana ke ghar nikal pada.

Mummy ne aaj hare rang ka suit pehna tha. Jiske upar se unki kali bra saaf saaf dikh rahi thi. Mummy ki chuchiya suit mein ek dum taani hui dikh rahi thi. Aur aas pass se gujrate hue log mummy ko bar bar mud ke dekh rahe the.

Main bike bade hi aaram se chala raha tha. Rakshabandhan ka din tha. Isiliye aaj traffic bhi jayada tha. Aur Delhi ka traffic to har insan janta hi hai. Traffic ki wajah se main bar bar break laga raha tha.

Mummy ki badi badi tani hui chuchiya meri peeth par dab rahi thi. Jisse mujhe bahut hi jayada maza aa raha tha. Lagbhag 2 ghante baad main mummy ko leke Nana ji ke ghar pahuch gaya.

Meri mummy ka mayka panipat ke pass ek gaon mein hai. Waise bas kehne ko gaon hai. Waha bhi sab cheeje sehar jaise hi hai. Pakke ghar bane hai. Road bhi pakki bani hai. Bas kheti baadi hoti hai. Isiliye gaon kehte hai.

Mummy ke mayke mein Nana ji, mama maami aur unka ek beta rehta hai. Naani ki death 4 saal pehle ho chuki hai. Tab se Nana akele hai. Mere Nana ka naam balbir singh hai. Aur unki umar 55 plus hai.

Magar dikhne mein Nana itne bhuddhe nahi lagte hai. Nana ki lambai 5 feet 8-inch ke aas pass hai. Aur unka sharir par kisi bhi jagah motapa nahi hai. Sidhi bhasha mein kahu to woh abhi tak puri tarah fit hai.

Waise bhi gaon ke hai to khana peena aacha hota hai. Isiliye unki umar itni nahi lagti hai. Nana ji ke pass kafi zameen hai. Jismein kheti baadi ka kaam chalta rehta hai. Aur mere mama uni sab ki dekh rekh karte hai.

Nana ke ghar mein kisi cheej ki kami nahi hai. Mere Nana ka ghar 2 manjila hai. Neeche Nana ji rehte hai. Aur upar mama mami rehte hai. 2 ghante bike chalane ke baad lagbhag 1 baje main aur mummy Nana ji ke ghar pauch gaye.

Maine bell bajayi to Nana ji ne gate khola. Maine turant unke pair chue. Aur unhone mujhe gale laga liya.

Main – Namastey Nana ji.

Nana ji – Aa gaya mera sher beta. Kaisa hai mera baccha.

Main – Main theek hu Nana ji. Aap kaise hai.

Nana ji – Main theek hu beta. Magar tujhe kya ho gaya. Itna patla kaise ho gaya hai tu. Kuch khata peeta nahi hai kya?

Main – Are nahi Nana ji. Aisa kuch nahi hai.

Fir Nana ji hat gaye. Aur unhone mummy ko aapne gale se laga liya. Mummy Nana ji se ek dum chipki hui khadi thi. Aur unki chuchiya Nana ji ke seene par dab rahi thi. Mummy aur Nana ji ko dekhkar tab mujhe bilkul bhi shak nahi hua tha.

Ki mere Nana ji hi meri mummy ki chudai bhi karte hai. Magar jab maine unhe chudai karte dekha. Tab mujhe pata chala ki Nana ji mummy ko aise gale kyu lagaye hue the. Thodi der gale lagane ke baad mummy hat gayi.

Fir mama aur mami bhi gaye. Maine unse bhi namaste ki aur fir main unke bete ke sath khelne laga. Fir mummy ne mama aur maami ke rakhi band di. Fir hum log chai peene lage. Chai peene ke baad mama aur mami car se maami ke mayake ke liye nikal gaye.

Kyuki mami ko bhi aapne bhaiyo ke rakhi bandni thi. Dopher ho rahi thi. Aur ab ghar mein sirf main mummy aur Nana ji hi reh gaye the. Mummy Nana ji se baate kar rahi thi. Aur main mobile chala raha tha.

Waise to har rakshabandhan par papa hi mummy ko mayake chhod ke aate hai. Fir hum log aaj ke din yahi rehte hai. Aur gale din aapne ghar chale jate hai. Magar aaj papa aaye hi nahi the.

Isiliye mujhe papa ka koi darr bhi nahi tha. Mummy bhi chain ki saans le rahi thi. Fir mummy ne hum sab ke liye khana nikal diya. Aur hum log khana khane lage. Khana khane ke baad Nana bole.

Nana – Ja beta upar wale kamre mein jaake aaram kar le. Neeche wale kamre ka ac nahi chal raha tha.

Nana ki baat sunke main upar wale floor par aa gaya. Aur mama mami ke bagal wale kamre mein jaake let gaya. Mummy abhi neeche hi thi. Fir main mobile chalata chalata so gaya. Shaam ko meri aankh khuli.

To main neeche aaya. Main pehle Nana ji ke kamre mein gaya. Jaha Nana ji so rahe hai. Mummy mujhe waha nahi dikhi to main bagal wale kamre mein aa gaya. Jaha mummy nighty pehan ke so rahi thi.

Mummy ka Nana ji ke ghar aana jana laga rehta hai. Isiliye mummy ke kuch kapde Nana ji ke ghar bhi pade rehte hai. Aur ye wahi nighty thi. Jo mummy pehen ke so rahi thi. Mummy ki nighty unki gaand par chipki hui thi.

Jisse ye saaf pata chal raha tha ki unhone apni panty nikal di hai. Mummy ki gaand dekhte hi mera lund unhe salami dene laga. Aur main apna lund sehlane laga. Kuch der mummy ki gaand dekhne ke baad main bhi unke peeche jaake let gaya.

Aur maine unke pet mein hath daalke unhe peeche se pakad liya. Mera lund ab mummy ki gaand par dab raha tha. Aur jaise hi maine mummy ko pakda. Woh turant uth gayi. Aur apni gardan ghuma ke mujhe dekhne lagi.

Mummy – Uth gaya mera baccha.

Main – Ha mummy uth gaya. Nana ji abhi bhi so rahe hai.

Main mummy se bilkul chipka hua tha. Jisse mera lund unki gaand par dab raha tha. Aur mujhe maza aa raha tha. Kuch der main mummy ko pakde leta raha. Fir woh boli.

Mummy – Chal beta ab uth ja. Fir main sabke liye chai banati hu.

Fir main aur mummy uth gaye. Fir woh sabke liye chai banane lagi. Fir hum logo ne Nana ke sath chai pi. Chai peene ke baad Nana ji mujhse meri padayi ke bare mein puchne lage. Aur hum log aise hi baate karte rahe.

Fir main upar aapne kamre mein aa gaya. Aur mobile par game khelne laga. Game khelte khelte time kab beet gaya. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Fir raat ko 9 baje hum log ne khana kha liya. Khane khane ke baad mummy Nana ji ke pass beth gayi.

Aur aapne rishtedaaro ki baat karne lagi. Main mummy ki baate sun sun ke bore hone laga. Isiliye main aapne kamre mein aa gaya. Aur mobile par web series dekhne laga. Web series dekhte dekhte meri aankh lag gayi.

Aur main so gaya. Magar kuch ghanto ke baad meri aankh khul gayi. Maine time dekha to sade 11 baj rahe the. Mujhe pyaas lag rahi thi. Isiliye main neeche aa gaya. Neeche aate hi maine dekha.

Nana ke kamre ki light jal rahi thi. Magar unka darwaja band tha. Aur jis kamre mein mummy so rahi thi. Us kamre mein andera tha. Maine socha agar main light jala dunga to Nana bekar mein hi pareshan honge.

Isiliye main bina light jalaye hi kitchen mein chala gaya. Aur fridge khol ke paani peene laga. Paani peene ke baad maine ek bottle li. Aur use leke aapne kamre mein jaane laga.

Magar tabhi mera lund ne mujhe kaha ki kam se kam ek bar mummy ki gaand ke darshan to kara de. Aur lund ka kehna manna hi padta hai. Isiliye main chup chap mummy ke kamre mein ghusa. Ander andera jarur tha. Magar itna to dikh hi raha tha ki konsi cheej kaha par hai. Aur ander bed par mummy nahi thi.

Tabhi main bahar aa gaya. Aur sochne laga. Mummy dopher mein to yahi so rahi thi. Magar is time woh kaha gayi hai. Main ye sab soch hi raha tha ki tabhi ek aahhh ki awaaj mujhe sunayi di.

Aur ye awaaj sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye. Aur meri nazar turant Nana ke kamre par gayi. Jaha light ki roshini upar roshandaan se aa rahi thi. Ye awaaj sunte hi mujhe ander dekhne ki iccha hone lagi.

Magar roshandaan kafi uchai par tha. Isiliye main itna upar dekh nahi sakta tha. Magar roshandaan ke neeche khidki thi. Jispar parde lage hue the. Aur do pardo ke beech se thodi roshni bahar aa rahi thi.

Aur roshini dekhte hi main khidki ke side par bani mudar par chad gaya. Aur ander dekhne laga. Kamre ke ander light jal rahi thi. Aur jaise hi meri nazar Nana ji ke bed par padi. Meri to aankhe fati ki fati reh gayi.

Bed par mummy aur Nana ji pure nange the. Aur meri mummy apni taange failaye bed par leti hui thi. Aur Nana ji ka mota lund mummy ki chut mein tha. Woh use ander bahar kar rahe the.

Maine hamesha incest ke bare mein suna tha. Magar kabhi us par puri tarah yakin nahi kiya. Magar aaj mujhe pata chala ki incest sach mein hote hai. Aur mere hi ghar mein meri mummy incest hai.

Jo aapne papa se hi chudai karwati hai. Nana ji dhakke par dhakke laga rahe the. Aur unka mota lund mummy ki chut ke ander bahar hota hua saaf dikh raha tha. Nana ji ke har dhakke mein mummy ki badi badi chuchiya upar neeche ho rahi thi.

Mummy ke chere par is chudai ki khushi saaf saaf dikh rahi thi. Nana ji ke har dhakke par mummy muh bana rahi thi. Aur beech beech mein unke muh se ahhh aahhh bhi nikal rahi thi.

Aaj main pehli bar apni mummy ki chudai dekh raha tha. Jo ki main hamesha dekhna chahta tha. Magar mujhe ye nahi malum tha ki main apni mummy ki chudai aapne Nana ke sath dekhunga.

Mera lund bahut hi jayada tight ho gaya tha. Magar main use chu nahi sakta tha. Kyuki main deewar par hath tikaye khada tha. Aur ander Nana ji dana dan dhakke lagaye ja rahe the. Kuch der dhakke lagane ke baad Nana ji mummy se chipak gaye.

Aur unki chuchiyo ko chuste hue dhakke lagane lage. Aur meri mummy ne aapne dono hatho ko Nana ji ki gaand par rakha. Aur unki gaand ko pakad ke woh jaldi jaldi dhakke lagwane lagi.

Mummy Nana ji ke sath ek dum khul ke chudai karwa rahi thi. Mummy aur Nana ji ko dekhkar ye saaf pata chal raha tha ki inka ye chudai ka rishta kafi purana hai. Isiliye mummy puri tarah besharam hoke Nana se chudai karwa rahi thi.

Nana ji dhakke lagate hue mummy ke honton ko chusne lage. Mummy ne Nana ji ki peeth par aapne nakhun gada diye. Woh Nana ji ko khud se chipakne lagi. Nana ji dhakke lagaye ja rahe the. Aur tabhi mummy ke muh se ek ‘Aah’ nikli.

Aur unhone Nana ji ko kas ke pakad liya. Magar Nana ji ruke nahi balki woh dhakke lagate rahe. Mummy ki chuchiya chuste rahe. Fir kuch dhakke lagane ke baad mummy ne Nana ji ka lund apni chut se bahar nikal liya.

Woh use aage peeche karne lagi. Nana ji ka lund sade 5 ya 6-inch ke ass pass tha. Aur uski motai kafi jayada thi. Nana ji ke lund ka supada mummy ki chut ke paani se geela hoke chamak raha tha.

Mummy ne 4 ya 5 bar hi Nana ji ka lund aage peeche kiya. Fir Nana ji ke lund se gaade pani ki dhaar nikli. Jo mummy ki chuchiya ke upar jaakar giri. Mummy Nana ji ka lund aage peeche karti rahi. Aur unke lund se pani nikalta raha.

Fir jab Nana ji puri tarah se jhad gaye. To woh mummy ko dekhkar smile karne lage. Mummy bhi Nana ji ko dekhkar has rahi thi. Mummy waise hi taange failaye Nana ji ke samne leti hui thi. Fir Nana ji ne apni baniyan uthayi.

Mummy ke pet aur chuchiyo ke upar pade pani ko saaf karne lage. Pani saaf karne ke baad Nana ji mummy ke upar jhuk gaye. Woh dono ek dusre ke honton ko chusne lage. Honton ko chuste hue mummy ne Nana ji ko bagal mein gira diya.

Fir Nana ji ne mummy ki taraf karwat li. Aur ek hath sir par tikaye mummy ko dekhne lage. Mummy waise hi sidhi leti thi. Woh bhi Nana ji ko dekh rahi thi. Fir Nana ji ne mummy ki chuchiyo par hath rakha. Woh unhe dabane lage.

Mummy aur Nana ji kuch baate kar rahe the. Aur unki awaaj bahut halki halki mujh tak aa rahi thi. Nana ji bole.

Nana – Aacha hua is bar ajay (papa ka naam) nahi aaya. Warna mujhe to mouka hi nahi milta.

Mummy – Papa aap bhi na, aapko to bas bahana chahiye. Mere sath chudai karne ka, keh to aap aise rahe hai. Jaise aap bahut dino baad mujhe chod rahe hai. Abhi 1 hafte pehle hi to ghar par chudai ki thi.

Aaj mummy mujhe shock par shock de rahi thi. Mummy ke muh se aise shabd sunke main hairan tha. Aur mujhe aaj pata chal raha tha ki mere Nana beech beech mein mere ghar bhi isiliye aate hai. Taaki woh meri mummy ko chod sake.

Nana – Kya karu beta. Tere bina raha hi nahi jata hai. Har roj bas tere hi bare mein sochta hu. Aur tujhe yaad karte hi mera lund khada ho jata hai. Aur ek mera damad hai. Jise teri jaise biwi mili hai. Fir bhi woh use khus nahi rakh pata hai.

Mummy – Papa aap har baar yahi baat bolte hai. Jiska koi faayda nahi hai. Aur sach kahu to ab mujhe itna farak nahi padta hai. Main jaisi hu khus hu. Aur aap to hamesha mere sath hi ho. Isiliye mujhe koi pareshani hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke Nana ji unke honton ko chusne lage. Mummy bhi Nana ji ka sath dene lagi. Maine dekha mummy ke honton ko chumte hue. Nana ji mummy ki chut par hath le gaye. Woh mummy ki chut sehlane lage.

Mummy ne bhi Nana ji ka lund pakad liya. Woh use sehlane lagi. Tabhi Nana ji ne apni ungli mummy ko dikhayi. Jisse woh mummy ki chut sehla rahe the. Mummy Nana ji ki ungli dekhkar smile karne lagi.

Tabhi Nana ji side se uth gaye. Mummy ke pet ko chumte hue. Unki chut ki taraf jaane lage. Mummy ne bhi apni taange faila li. Aur jaise hi Nana ji mummy ki chut ke pass pahuche.

Tabhi mummy ne Nana ji ka sir pakad ke apni chut par laga diya. Aur Nana ji bade hi aaram se mummy ki chut chaatne lage. Mummy Nana ji ka sir sehlate hue. Use apni chut par dabaane lagi.

Nana ji mummy ki chut chaat rahe the. Mummy aapne honton ko kaat rahi thi. Nana ji bade hi pyaar se mummy ki chut ko chaat rahe the. Mujhe laga nahi tha ki Nana ke zamane ka banda bhi chut chaat sakta hai.

Magar aaj aapne Nana ko dekhkar samajh mein aa raha tha ki chut ka ras jiske muh lag jaye. Fir woh kisi bhi zamane ka insan kyu na ho. Woh chut ko chaate bina reh hi nahi sakta hai. Nana ji chut chaate ja rahe the. Tabhi woh sir uthake bole.

Nana ji – Beta main yaha teri chut chaat raha hu. Woh bhi aapne naati ke sote hue. Kahi woh uth to nahi jayega. Pata chale sab kuch barbaad ho jaye.

Hello friends, my name is Nikita. My age is 21. My stats are 34-32-36. Aap sab log to samajh hi gaye honge ki mera hour glass jaisa body structure hai. Mera boyfriend Abhishek bhi mujhe dekh khud ko control nahi kar paata. Uske lund ka size hi meri ek kamzori hai, jiske kaaran main abhi tak uske sath relation mein hu. Baaki to fattu type ka ladka hai.

To baat tab ki hai jab main apne college gayi thi result lene. Mera boyfriend bhi aaya tha mere sath. Corona ke kaaran college zyada time khaali hi hota tha. Bas working staff aur peons rehte the.

Maine apne sir ke paas jaake result ka poocha to usne bola ki thoda time lagega tum apni class mein jaake wait kar lo. Fir hum dono class aa gaye. Class poori khali thi. Waha jaate hi hum last wali bench pe baith gaye, aur baatein karne lage. Abhishek ne achanak se mujhe kiss kiya.

Maine use thoda daanta, ki koi dekh lega. Wo sad ho gaya, aur gussa karne laga. Use aisa dekh kar mujhe acha nahi laga, aur main usko ek kiss karne lagi. Wo bhi josh mein aake mere boobs ko shirt ke upar se hi masalne laga. Meri bhi vaasna jaag uthi. Fir maine apni shirt ke teen button khol diye, aur utaar di.

Main ab upar se aadhi nangi thi. Mere 34″ ke aam latak rahe the. Abhishek ek hand se mere boobs tightly masalne laga, aur doosre boobs ko apne muh mein daal kar kaatne laga. Mujhe darr lag raha tha, aur maza bhi aa raha tha. Isse pehle kabhi public place mein hamne aisa kabhi bhi nahi kiya tha. Ye sab soch kar meri chut bhi geeli hone lagi.

Mera dhyan to bas door par tha, ki koi hame dekh na le. Fir wo utha, aur mere shirt ke saare button khol diye, last waale ko chhodh kar. Ab wo mere boobs choosne mein lag gaya. Mujhe itna maza pehle kabhi nahi aaya tha. Main uska head pakad kar apne boobs mein lagane lagi, aur mera dhyan door se hatt gaya.

Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha ab. Meri chut mein lund lene ki khujli ho rahi thi. Maine Abhishek ko bola-

Main: Ab bas bahut hua. Ab jaldi apna lund baahar nikaal.

Fir maine neeche baith kar uski pant ki zip kholi, aur uska lund baahar nikala. Uska size sirf 6 inch ka hai, par uska lund kaafi mota hai. Aur aap sab ko to pata hai ladki ko bas mota lund aur lambi chudai karne wala chahiye hota hai. Koi aisa jo uski pyaas bujha sake.

Maine uska lund apne mouth mein liya, aur use blowjob dene lagi. Kasam se itna mota tha ki mera mouth pain karne lag gaya. Dheere-dheere use bhi maza aane laga, aur ab wo mere hairs pakad kar mera muh chodne laga. Itna tez shot de raha tha, ki uske tatte mere chehre pe lag rahe the. Par wo to mere muh ko chut samajh kar use chodne mein busy tha, aur main aapni geeli chut mein ungli ghusa rahi thi.

Hum dono ka bas hone hi wala tha. Tabhi door khula, aur maine saamne Roshan aur uske dost ko sath mein khada hua dekha. Wo dono apne phone mein video bana rahe the. Ye dekh ke maine turant apni chut se ungli nikali, aur shirt pehanne lagi.

Abhishek ko to pata hi nahi tha. Wo bas mera face chodne mein laga tha, aur mere muh mein hi apna paani chhodh diya. Uski nazar door par khade ladkon par gayi, aur wo apna lund chhupane laga. Wo dono room ke baahar chale gaye, aur maine Abhishek ko bola-

Main: Jao jaa kar baat karo.

Usne bola: Darr mat, main jaake baat karke aata hu unse.

Aur wo unke peeche baahar chala gaya. Ab baaki ki kahani Abhisek ki zubani-

Baahar jake main un dono ke paas gaya, aur unse video delete karne ke liya bolne laga. Wo dono maanne ko taiyaar nahi hote the. Paison ka laalach dene  ke badd bhi nahi maane. Dono mein se ek ladka kaafi lamba tha, aur uski chest broad thi. Wo dekhne mein 30-35 years ka uncle lag raha tha. Uska name Saurabh tha.

Usne mujhe bola: Wo video sirf tabhi delete hogi jab main un dono ko 50k du.

Ab main tension mein aa gaya ki 50k kaha se lau. Fir maine unse kam karne ko bola. Tab Roshan ( Nikita ka friend) ne bola, fir mere ko uski ek baat maanni padegi tabhi wo delete karenge. Usne jo bola, wo sun kar mera lund firse khada hone laga, aur maine turant use haa kar di.

Andar main Nikita ke paas aaya, aur usse bola: Wo log nahi maan rahe hai. Wo bol rahe ki tumhare sath sex karne ke baad hi video delete hoga.

Nikita soch mein pad gayi. Kuch der sochne ke baad usne kaha ki wo jaake baat karti hai un dono se. Aur wo baahar chali gayi. 5 minute baad jab wo wapas aayi, to uske sath Roshan aur Saurabh bhi aaye. Wo dono mujhe dekh kar smile diye the, aur kaha ki Nikita unki friend jaisi thi. Wo log bas darane ke liye aisa bol rahe the. Ye bol kar dono chale gaye.

Maine Nikita se poocha ki usne kya bola, aur kya wo dono maan gaye. Wo chup rahi. Maine usse dobara poocha to usne bola ki wo sach mein masti kar rahe the, aur unka koi intention nahi tha waisa. Uske baad hum dono mam ke paas gaye result poochne to usne bola abhi 2-3 hours lag jayenge result banane mein.

Is sab ke baad hamne bhookh lagne lagi, aur hum pizza khaane ke liye college se nikal rahe the. Tabhi Nikita ke baap ka call aaya aur usne Nikita ko apne office bula liya. Mujhe doubt hua ki Nikita kuch jhooth bol rahi thi. Main use follow karne laga.

Wo thode door ek hotel ke andar jaane lagi. Mera shaq ab sahi hone laga tha. Main bhi uske peeche-peeche andar gaya. Reception mein usne room no 502 poocha aur waha jaane lagi. Maine bhi fir 503 number wala room book karwa liya.

Upar jaane par maine dekh ki waha par Roshan aur Saurabh pehle se Nikita ka intezaar kar rahe the, aur Nikita bhi haste hue room ke andar chali gayi. Aage kya hua jaanne ke liye mail kare. Agli kahani jaldi hi aayegi.

Hello all, continuing from Part -1.

I was disappointed with my hubby as he was talking more about Divya in the bed. I feel bad about it. We both had a serious argument about this topic the next day. I cried, and my hubby told me that he wouldn’t talk about her in bed.
Later that week, Divya rejoined the company after 3 weeks of holiday.

She moved to her in-law’s place, which is less than 2 km from my place. Now, we have become a cab partner along with my tenant. Madhan is a tenant, and he sits in the front seat of the cab. Divya Mehta, Priya Solanki, and I sit in the back seat of the cab.

We three used to have a chitchat on Sarees, dresses, ornaments, and other stuff while we were going to the office. We 3 girls became very close in two weeks. Priya and Divya are relatives. Priya is a cousin of Divya’s husband.

One day, while returning from the office, Divya told me that she would upload the marriage pictures in Picasa and share the link with me. I reached home and had a bath. My hubby hugged me and dropped my towel. It’s usual between us as we both sleep naked.

My son is in the hostel as he was admitted to BIT-Pilani. So we both have privacy. While we were busy in sex, suddenly, I received a mobile beep.

I was about to check the mobile, but my hubby held me tightly. His hands were around my waist, and his legs were in between my legs.

Me: Let me check the mobile.

Hubby: Prachi! Bitch, leave the mobile (Randi, mobile ko chodo.)

Me: Hmm! You fucker! I will hold your dick, then. (Lund ko pakadu, madarchod.)

Hubby: It’s for you. Do your Whore job. (Randi wala kaam karo aur lund ko chusso.)

We both use desi words between us. He started the kiss on my forehead. I felt happy and said, “You asked me to do whore job, and you are loving Prachi whore.”

Hubby: You are my loving whore.

And then he kissed my lips. My hands were moved to his head hair, and as usual, our tongue got twisted. It was a passionate lip kiss for a few minutes, and then he kissed my neck and bit my nipples. Then he put his hand on my pussy. He was sucking my boob and rubbing my pussy. I was moaning slowly.

Soon my pussy got wet, and he said, “Now, your turn.” Then I bit his nipple and held his dick in my hand. I started to move his dick and lick his nipple. My hubby was groaning, “Whore! You are the whore! Never miss raising my dick.”

Me: I love to be a whore for you, darling! Time to spread your legs, you son of bitch.

Then my hubby pushed me down and put his dick inside my mouth. I was sucking his dick like a lollipop, and he was pushing my head hard. I gave a blow for a few minutes and then we both moved in missionary position.

Without wasting any time, I spread my legs wider, and he pushed his dick into my pussy. We looked into each other’s eyes while he was pushing his dick. We continued for a few minutes and then stopped.

We both used to have sex at least 4 days a week in the same manner. We had one round of sex, and we cleaned and got to sleep by cuddling with each other. But that night, before we went to sleep, my hubby checked my mobile as it was beeping before we started the sex.

My hubby’s face was enlightened after seeing my phone. He moved to another bedroom and turned on the computer. I checked the mobile, and Divya advised me to check my email about her marriage pics. I moved to the other bedroom, and my husband was sitting in a chair without any clothes.

I did not wear the clothes, but I could see the joy on my hubby’s face. He clicked the Picasa link, and it showed her marriage pics. She uploaded 250+ pics in the Picasa link. My hubby took a pause and looked at me. He knew my reaction, and he controlled the joy on his face.

His dick was slightly raised but not hard. He pulled me towards him and asked to watch pics together.

Me: Wear the dress. At least short. (Kapada pehenlo, madarchod).

He: I don’t watch pics for hours. I don’t see the saree and jewellery detail. Just run through the pics.

Me: You dog! Son of bitch! It’s my thing to watch the album, and you are interested in it.

He: Stop arguing, bitch. Let’s run through the album quickly.

Then we sat on the bed and started to watch her marriage album. Starting 10-15 pics were single pics. Divya is in full suit, and the picture quality was good. Then, later on, pics were exposed. Her cleavage is open, and he sees the gap between her boobs. Her navel is exposed in that pic.

My hubby’s dick was raised and hard after seeing that pic. She looks hot in a complex nature. The next picture is a more exposed one. Fuck! Her boobs are milky white, surrounded with turmeric. In the next pic, her boobs were looking awesome. She posed with a horny face while biting her lip.

Her boobs were more exposed. Just a millimetre away from her nipple. Her waist was more exposed with her navel. Her boobs were covered with turmeric and pink colour just inches from her nipples. I felt awesome with the pic.

All of a sudden, my hubby pushed me down and put his dick inside my mouth.

His dick was hard, and he was pushing my head hard and shouting, “Bitch! Take my dick! Take my dick, you bitch of mothers, bitch of bitches.” He was pulling my hair hard, and his dick was inside my mouth. He was doing fast for some time and cum inside my mouth.

Then he pushed me on the bed and spread my legs wider. His eyes spoke a lot of lust, and pushed his dick inside my pussy in one go. Then he put my legs on either side of his shoulder and started his to-and-fro shots. Later he started mauling my boobs hard.

I was moaning louder and was trying to take out his hand from my boobs, but he held it tightly. He started with bad words like, “Bitch! Ass bitch! Fuck like a bitch.” He fucked me around 5-7 minutes and finally stopped it. We both were breathing heavily for some time, and then we started lip kissing again.

We did not stop with a lip kiss. Further, I took his dick inside my mouth and made him horny. He fucked me for around 5-7 again and cuddled each other. After some time, we both started to watch her pic again. I asked hubby to zoom in on her boob pic. I was desperate to see her boobs at that time.

Then, we move forward to the next picture. We passed around 20 pics, and then we took a pause and started to kiss each other. We both were smiling, and I sat on his lap and held his dick. We both were watching the pic. Divya and Priya clicked together in that pic.

They both were wet and exposed her body except with boobs and pussy. They both were hugging each other in the pic. Both were bras and panties. Both were looking hot, and I started to suck my hubby’s nipples. My hubby’s dick has started to rise. As I sat on his lap, he placed me for women on top.

My legs were around his waist, and his dick was in my pussy. I can’t share my happiness with you all, but it was an awesome feeling. We both fucked for 2-3 minutes, then we slept at morning 4.

The next day, we woke up by 6:30 and had a session in the washroom. I was equally desperate with my hubby to see them nude. On the following weekend, Priya asked me to visit her home for a small function.

Divya will be there for Priya’s function. Initially, I denied it due to a personal issue with my hubby, but later, I said yes for half an hour. I wore a saree and covered my pallu around my neck. I reached Priya’s place a bit early, like 4 pm, and the function was at 5:00 pm.

Priya and Divya both were in transparent sarees in blue and orange. Since I reached early, we all started to have conversations. Priya and Divya were at home, and they took me to the bedroom.

Priya said, “ Hmm! Divya, you are married, but our beautiful Prachi is enjoying the night.”

Divya: Oh! How can you say that, Pri?

Priya: Look out the Magic. Here you go

Then Priya removed my pallu around my neck and they spotted my love bites on my neck. I felt shy, and Divya hugged me from the back. Priya hugged me from the front. Priya’s boobs rubbed my boobs, and Divya’s hands were around my waist.

Divya started to smell my neck and Priya was looking into my eyes. Then, slowly, Divya’s hand moved below and touched my navel. Priya started to unbutton my blouse hooks.

Priya: Prachi! There were many bites. How wild are you?

Divya: Prachi’s shape is awesome and fair to behave. Love bites.

Priya: Divya! Look inside her chest!

Divya: Pri! Remove her blouse and bra. We can see them closely.

Me: Leave me, girls. You are making me shy. You both were married, too.

Priya: Prachi! Let us see your wild bites. You have sleepless nights.

Divya: Prachi! Let’s sit on the bed.

Then they sat me on the bed and removed my blouse and bra. It was the first time I was standing semi-nude with the girls. They both touched my boobs and softly tickled my nipples. It was a different feeling, and my pussy was becoming wet.

They both were massaging my boobs, and Divya brought her lips to near my face. All of a sudden, a calling bell rang. I quickly adjusted my dress and left that place. I reached home, but I was very horny. I hugged my husband and kissed his chest.

He started to remove my Saree and started our sex again. We did it on crouch, and I sucked his dick like a lollipop. I asked him to lick and bite my nipples hard. He fucked me, but I was not satisfied. My mind is with them only. That night, my hubby took the sex pills and had sex for more than twice.

But I wasn’t satisfied. Priya and Divya’s warm touch on my boobs left me alone on the bed. As they both are my cab mates, I started to sit between them in the cab and started to expose my chest line with them. I started to wear Western for them. They both touch my lap in the cab.

They used to touch my bare waist in the pantry when no one was around.

My behaviour has changed and I was watching her picture along with my hubby. I understand my hubby’s dick became hard after seeing Divya’s picture. But I wanted to see her nude.

On the following weekend, my hubby reached home from the market and came to me hurry.

He said, “Divya! She is a whore and fucking with our tenant.”

Me: What’s wrong with you?

He: No! I saw her going inside his flat. Come, I will prove you.

Me: No. It’s not fair to go inside his flat.

He: You innocent bitch! Come with me. I will show you in webcam.

Me: Webcam! You son of bitch! Are you mad?

He: Don’t worry, I installed a webcam in the bed light connection. There is no chance of knowing him.

Me: Why did you install the webcam? How did you install it? It’s not fair, Patidev.

He: I am an engineer, so I know how to install it. I put the camera at the bedlight connection, which is at the bottom of the wall.

“The tenant knows that the bed light is not working, and he doesn’t check it either. Mostly, Madhan doesn’t have a bed, and he sleeps on a mattress floor. So, I find it’s a safe and perfect angle to capture.”

Then he switched on the computer, and it took close to 5 minutes to open the webcam from the computer. Initially, the video was blurry, and we were not able to see anything from the webcam. My hubby got frustrated and was checking wires and other things.

Me: I think you’ve become mad! Divya won’t come here. It might be your imagination.

He: I found the issue. Now I will prove, you bitch!

He connected a few wires, but the webcam did not come. My hubby was more frustrated and shouting at me. I restarted the system and said, “If you prove Divya is slut then I will do whatever you say.”

He: Remember your promise!

Me: Ha! I will. What will you ask me?

He: I will ask you to become whore! (with a smiling face)

Me: I am your Whore only. Son of bitches. Madarchod!

Meanwhile, the system was up and running, and hubby started the webcam. All of a sudden, we both started to hear “Ah, aah,” horny sounds. I was shocked by the sounds, and I saw the doggy position visuals for both of them.

The tenant was pulling her hair and fucking her from the back. Divya’s facial expressions were lecherous. Her moans were high and horny. I was surprised, and I loved her horny expression. Fuck! Her moans and expressions make me wet.

I looked at my hubby’s eyes, and he removed my dress. We both were naked in a second. He was rubbing my pussy, and I was holding his dick. It was the first time we both were watching the live sex secretly. And it was a thrilling experience for both of us.

Madhan fucked her for close to 7 minutes and removed his thick dick from pussy. It’s the first time I saw another person’s dick.

Hubby: He has a thick dick like me.

Me: Yes. Your dick was thick when we were married.

Hubby: I am getting old, so my dick is not that thick and long.

Me: Divya bitch is enjoying the rod. I want to see her nude.

Hubby: Yes! We can view it now.

We both were waiting to see her nude, but she was resting backwards, and the tenant covered her assets. We waited for close to half an hour and heard their bad chat. Finally, the tenant moved from the mattresses. She turned toward the camera’s direction, and we both saw her boobs and pussy.

Fuck! She is complex with a 36b Bra size. Her nipples were pink. Her waist is 26. She cleaned her pussy hair, and I asked hubby to zoom her pussy. Unfortunately, it can’t zoom much, but it’s a dark pussy.

Her figure is awesome. She moved out of bed, and we both saw her ass. Her ass cups were awesome, like two mountains. She is beautiful, and I can see her nudeness for hours, days, and years too. Meanwhile, my hubby’s dick became hard from the past half an hour, and he moved me on the bed.

I was shocked with his dick because his dick hardness stays for less than 15 minutes only. Post seeing her nude, his dick stayed for a long time and fucked me for 10 minutes. We recorded her sex episode. Me and hubby watch the recording session daily and the live session when they meet.

We both changed a lot. Slowly, I turned toward Madhan and Divya. I got the feelings on Madhan’s dick and Divya’s nude body. I am getting a feeling of licking her boobs. Divya’s facial expression and moans were so sexy. Her moans became louder in ass fuck, and my hubby couldn’t fuck my ass.

I requested him multiple times, but he did not fuck my ass. After a month, I started to feel low in sex, as my sexual desires were high. I feel my hubby’s energy on the bed is not adding the sparkle. I was looking for hard sex with Madhan.

I controlled myself, but life was not going well because we were both addicted to live sex and other kinky stuff in bed. My hubby changed jobs because he was below average, and he was forced to change jobs. I, too spoil my work, but not like my hubby.

Finally, we both decided to delete the recording session and uninstall the webcam from the tenant room. After that, our brain started to think about life, not on the pussy and ass of Divya. Things started to fall in a straight line.

But my engineering hubby does not like straight lines. One night, he told me that he wanted spices in life at least once.

He: Prachi! Whore girl. Life has become boring.

Me: What happened?

He: No sex! No nude. It’s black and white.

Me: Luckily, you got a new job. Don’t think too much about Divya.

He: Yes! Divya needs an energetic guy like a tenant. I can’t have sex like a Tenant.

Me: Hmm! Let’s stop it. We watched her live sex, and mostly, we both are becoming old.

He: Prachi! You still look hot in old age.

Me: I am getting the feeling of old age.

He: Let me take you young age.

Me: Haha! How?

He: Fuck with Madhan! I love to see your expressions through the webcam.

I slapped him on his cheeks and said don’t think dirty about me

This will be continued in the next part. Kindly share feedback at [email protected].

Hello friends, I hope you enjoyed part 1. Without wasting any time, let’s begin.

It’s morning time. I woke up, freshened up, took a bath and came to the dining room for breakfast. My grandma was doing puja, and my father was reading the newspaper. I was constantly looking at the stairs to see my mother coming. She didn’t come. I sent a message on WhatsApp to my sister.

Mahesh: What’s happening? Where is Mom?

Mayuri: Your dream girl has just taken a bath, and she is getting ready for you now. (she naughtily replied)

Mahesh: Can you video call? I’m getting impatient. I can’t control myself.

Mayuri: It’s a surprise. It took me hell to convince her to wear that saree with no brassiere blouse.

Mahesh: How did you convince her?

Mayuri: Aam khao. Gutliya naa gino. (Just enjoy, don’t ask questions.)

Mahesh: Mom ready?

Mayuri: You are like, you are taking her on your first date.

Mahesh: Yes, and to you too.

After some time, Anjali, my mother my love, came downstairs. She was all like a queen. Smile on face, kajal on eyes, open hair, shoulder tied pallu, bouncing breasts. I guess because of no bra but no navel visible. She was looking damn hot. I instantly got the boner.

I was like, “Fuck her, fuck her. Fuck you, Mom. Fuck you, my Anjali.” She went to the puja room, which is just next to the dining room. She sat alongside my grandma and did puja. I was watching her back, which was wide open in her blouse.

She completed puja and bent down on her knees to get the blessing from God. Her curvy bums made me mad about her. After puja, she came to the dining room and sat next to me. Now, when she is next to sitting next to me, I had no courage to look into her eyes and enjoy her beauty.

Finishing my breakfast, I asked Mayuri to come upstairs. As soon as she came to the room, I closed the door and hugged her tightly.

Mahesh: Thank you, Baby.

Mayuri: Anything for you, Bro.

Mahesh: Love you, Anjali, let me kiss you.

My sister allowed me to kiss her. I was saying my mother’s name, Anjali and kissing my sister. She was also responding well and said, moaning, “Love me, Shubham, I am yours.”

At this point, we have exchanged our emotions, intentions, thoughts, and feelings with each other.  We stopped, thinking somebody might notice us and got downstairs.

My college was about to start within 3 weeks. I asked my father for coaching. He already inquired about a few classes and finalized one, which was the best. I called Nikhil to ask him which coaching he was joining. To my surprise, it was the same as mine.

We planned to go to coaching by bicycle daily as it was about to start in two days. My father asked me to go to the coaching office for registration with my Mom in the afternoon. I was overjoyed.

The plan to go out to the cafe was cancelled as Shubham was busy in hospital. It was the perfect opportunity for me to spend some time with my mother my love, Anjali. Time was not running fast. It was still 11:00 AM, and my father had gone to the office.

Mayuri was doing her research regarding college admissions, and Grandma was reading holy books. I went to see my Mom and what she was doing. She was in the kitchen, cleaning some stuff;

Anjali: What are you looking for?

Mahesh: You.

Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, I thought.

Anjali: I don’t understand.

Mahesh: I thought you might be free now so that we can go to coaching registration.

Anjali: Give me some time, I will finish this stuff, and then we will go.

Mahesh: Okay Mom.

And I left. I went to the hall, watching TV. In half an hour, Anjali came, “Let’s go.” I looked at her. She had tied her hair. I guess she had worn a bra now, as her breast seemed upright. Her bindi was a bit bigger now. I called my best friend Nikhil to get there. My mother took her scooty out, and I sat behind her.

With full confidence, I put my hand on her sideways on her waist, holding her. She didn’t resist and responded nothing. While on the way, her pallu was bit in midair, her hair was touching my face, and her fragrance was making me mad. We reached coaching.

Nikhil was also there with his mother, Savita. Our mothers were doing formalities, and we were sitting in the reception area.

Nikhil: Take these pills. I brought them only for you, mix them in food or drinks and give them to your Mom or sister. They will fall asleep for at least three hours, and you can enjoy them. My parents give me this when they want to have sex. I found it in their room one day.

Nikhil: I kept the whole packet with me, thinking someday it may be needed. I tried this on Rashmi Madam in college. I put half a tablet in her juice and she was in deep sleep for one hour. Now I know it works 100%.

Mahesh: Why didn’t you try on your Mom?

Nikhil: I don’t like her; I like Rashmi Madam. I should get her personal Marathi coaching and someday enjoy her beauty.

Mahesh: Give it to me. (I kept it in my pocket.)

After completing the formalities, we were on our way towards our home. I was in desperate need of my Mom. I wanted her at any cost. On the way home, I planned to take some cold coffee chocolate shakes. We went to a nearby café, ordered the same and waited for the deliveries.

My Mom was busy with the Menu card, and some fellows were eye-scanning my Mom. I felt proud at that moment that I had the beauty with me. Our order came, and we went home. I have already WhatsApp the plan to my sister Mayuri. She made a few much-needed arrangements at home.

At home, my Mom brought water for us, and we were sitting on the sofa. I asked my Mom to have our coffees upstairs in my room. Mayuri was already studying there. I went up and gave only half a pill to Mayuri. I didn’t want my Mom to sleep for long as she might notice suspicious.

Mayuri had already started sipping her chocolate shake. I was waiting for Mom to come. Mom came, knocked on the door and came inside.

Mahesh: It’s your home, no need to knock.

Anjali: Manners, dear. Where is my coffee?

Mayuri: Here it is, with love from Mahesh…(pause) and Mayuri.

Mahesh: You made me skip my heartbeat. Hahaha.

Anjali: Okay. It’s nice. Where is yours, Mahesh?

Mahesh: Here it is, with love from Anjali…(pause) and Mayuri.

And we laughed together. A little chit-chat began on our studies, and my Mom started to feel dizzy in a short time. We saw her feeling sleepy.

Mayuri: Mom, are you sleepy?

Anjali: Yes, I am tired a lot and need to sleep.

Mayuri: Take Mom to her room.

Anjali: Good boy. Come.

Mahesh: Mom, you are very sleepy. Can I lift you and take you to your room? You are not able to walk properly.

Mayuri: Don’t waste time. Don’t you see Mom unable to walk? Take her to her room fast.

Mayuri: Mom, you want to change clothes?

Anjali: Yes, but not now. I need to sleep now.

I lifted my Mom in my arms, Mayuri opened the door of her bedroom, took her to her bed and lay her down. We were waiting for our Mom to fall into deep sleep. After 10-15 minutes, Mayuri called, “Mom, wake up,” but she didn’t. I lie down next to my Mom.

I kissed my Mom on her cheeks, forehead and finally on her lips. I unpinned her pallu from her shoulder. Now, the whole milky front of her was visible to me. Everything I dreamed of in my dreams was just not enough. My Mom was so much more beautiful than that.

I pushed her saree down from her waist to have a clear view of her navel. It was deep. I fingered it for a bit.

Mayuri: Unpin her blouse, dude, and enjoy.

Mahesh: Yes. Have you started the video recording?

Mayuri: Already on it, man.

I started unpinning my Mom’s blouse, button by button and my heart beat getting high. I unpinned her blouse, and her heavenly mid-sized breasts with dark brown nipples came out. I started pressing them, squeezing them. My Mom started moaning a bit. She started moving her legs a bit.

I started kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples, also mildly I bite them too. I went down to her belly and licked her navel. My Mom was moaning and grabbed me in her arms. From moaning, “Ahh… Ahh… “she all of a sudden took my name Mahesh. Now, she was moaning with my name, Mahesh.

I lay down on her and had ejaculation in my pants. After some time, Mayuri said, “Enough now. Save something for later.” I got up. Mayuri pinned my Mom’s blouse and tied her pallu to her shoulder. She put a comforter on her and let her sleep.

We went to our room and saw the complete video again.  Now, my sister, Mayuri, was in the mood. She held me in her arms, kissed me and slept with me. She had fallen asleep, and I was watching my video with my Mom. My Mom taking my name was the best moment of all.

It’s like I have won the lady I love the most. After this, I decided to do something engaging with my Mom. To attract her towards me, love me and win her without any tablet.

After an hour, my Mom woke up. She called Mayuri and asked what happened to her and why she felt so sleepy. Who took her here, etc. Mayuri got scared as she knew everything. Mayuri said nothing and left the room. Anjali knew something had happened to her but was not sure exactly what.

She was confused and completely unaware of what had happened to her. She got up from bed and started changing her clothes.

The next morning, my best friend Nikhil came to my house. I showed the video to him. He also got the boner by seeing my hot Mom, Anjali.

Nikhil: I never thought your Mom was so beautiful. Also, I never thought you would use the pills on the very first day. Let me show you what I got.

Nikhil showed the sex session of his parents to me. We enjoyed and masturbated, thinking of the same thing with our favourite Rashmi and Sharda madam, respectively. He told me he had a fixed spy camera in his parent’s bedroom.

He watches them live sometimes and sometimes records their sessions. The thoughts begin in my head, too. So, please wait for it. Continued in the next part, so stay tuned.

I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part and many more interesting parts to come. Keep supporting, keep motivating, keep guiding.