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Rohan sat in front of his computer screen, his heart pounding with excitement as he exchanged messages with Sanju aged 48, and Manju about 45, the adventurous middle-aged couple he had met online. They had been chatting for days, exploring their desires and fantasies with eager anticipation. That night, however, promised something more.

As the conversation turned steamy, Rohan’s fingers danced across the keyboard, his imagination running wild with anticipation. Suddenly, he found himself emboldened by desire, his fingers typing out a bold request.

“Sanju,” he wrote, “I want to see you undress your wife Manju and make love to her while I watch and pleasure myself.”

There was a moment of silence, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Then, finally, Sanju’s reply came, filled with excitement and consent.

With trembling hands, Rohan activated his webcam, his heart racing as he waited for the connection to be established. When the video feed finally flickered to life, he found himself face-to-face with the couple he had been fantasizing about for days.

Sanju’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached for Manju, his hands eager to fulfill Rohan’s desires. With practiced ease, he began to undress her, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

As they kissed and caressed each other, Rohan felt a surge of arousal wash over him, his hand moving to his throbbing erection as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Manju’s moans filled the room as Sanju’s hands explored every inch of her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. As they joined together in a passionate embrace, Rohan could feel the heat rising between them, his own desire growing with each passing moment.

But it wasn’t long before Rohan’s own desires took center stage, his need for release becoming too great to ignore. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he began to stroke himself, his movements matching the rhythm of their passionate lovemaking.

As Sanju pleasured his wife Manju with expert hands and lips, Rohan watched with rapt attention, his own arousal reaching fever pitch with each passing moment. And when Sanju finally reached his peak, his release coming fast and fierce, Rohan felt his own climax approaching with unstoppable force.

With a primal roar of pleasure, Rohan spilled over the edge, his release painting the screen with evidence of his passion. And as he collapsed back in his chair, spent and satisfied, he knew that this was only the beginning of their erotic journey together.

In the days that followed, Rohan joined Sanju and Manju for an unforgettable adventure, exploring their deepest desires and fantasies in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure. And as they reveled in each other’s arms, they knew that their connection was more than just physical – it was a bond forged in the fires of desire, a bond that would endure long after their time together had come to an end.

They decided to meet at a hill station and book their own rooms. Rohan had just made one request that Manju should be in a black transparent saree with a silk petticoat, red panty, and a deep-cut red, sleeveless, backless blouse with no bra inside.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Rohan’s heart raced with anticipation. He stood before the hotel room door, his hand poised to knock. Inside, he knew, awaited the couple who had ignited his deepest desires and fantasies.

With a steady breath, he rapped his knuckles against the wood. The door swung open, revealing Sanju’s eager face, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Come in, Rohan,” he said, gesturing for him to enter.

Rohan stepped inside, the air thick with anticipation and desire. His gaze fell upon Manju, seated on the edge of the bed, clad in the black saree and red blouse he had requested. She was a vision of seduction, her eyes smoldering with wanton lust as she looked at him.

“Hello, Rohan,” Manju purred, her voice sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat rising between them, a palpable tension that begged to be released.

Sanju’s voice broke through the haze of desire. “She is all yours, Rohan,” he said, a hint of excitement in his tone.

Without a word, Rohan closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to caress Manju’s soft curves. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a fervent kiss. Their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rohan trailed kisses down Manju’s neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and contour as he explored her flesh.

Manju’s breath hitched as Rohan’s lips found their way to her legs, trailing kisses along her silk-clad skin. He worshipped her with his mouth, lavishing attention on every inch of her body as he made her tremble with pleasure.

When he reached the apex of the married woman’s thighs, he paused, his gaze locking with hers as he pulled aside her panties to reveal her glistening sex. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her core as he tasted her sweet essence.

Manju’s moans filled the room, her hands tangling in Rohan’s hair as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She writhed against his mouth, her body arching off the bed as he sent her spiraling toward ecstasy.

As Rohan pleasured her with his mouth, the cuckold husband Sanju watched with hungry eyes, his own desire growing with each passing moment. Unable to resist any longer, he joined them on the bed, his hands roaming over his wife’s body as he added his own touch to the symphony of pleasure.

Together, they worshipped her, their lips and hands driving her wild with desire. She was theirs to pleasure, to tease, to please, and they spared no effort in fulfilling her every fantasy.

When Rohan could bear it no longer, he rose to his feet, his throbbing arousal demanding release. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he guided Manju to bend over before him, presenting herself to him in all her glory.

Without a word, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered his 6.5 inches thick dark dick in her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out in ecstasy as he filled her completely, her body trembling with pleasure as he began to move within her.

With each thrust, their passion soared higher, the intensity of their desire building to a fever pitch. They moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the bliss of their shared ecstasy as they surrendered to the pleasure consuming them.

After about 7-8 minutes, they both trembled and then Rohan filled the married pussy of Manju with his hot cum. Manju felt like being in heaven and she too cummed all over the thick dark dick of Rohan.

As the night stretched on, they lost themselves in each other again and again, exploring the depths of their desire until they were left breathless and spent, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion.

But even as they lay tangled together in the darkness, they knew that their journey was far from over. With two more days ahead of them, they eagerly anticipated the adventures that awaited, knowing that together, they would explore the depths of pleasure and desire beyond their wildest dreams.

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Hi, Joanna, again here!

This is part 2 of my real-life experience on a flight from London to Sydney. I was travelling for work. My colleagues had already been in Sydney for a week and needed my support, too.

I forgot to tell you guys the name of the co-passenger I had a great experience with. His name is Dave. He was 45, 6’3 and divorced. I’m 32 years old, married, and my size is 36C-29-40. I am apparently becoming hornier day by day.

But of course, my husband has no idea about my flight experience. But he gets his fair share, and I’m sure he is over-satisfied.

After sleeping for nearly an hour, I woke up. By this time, my back was hurting because of the weight of Dave, who was still sleeping on me. To be precise, on my breasts. I was topless since Dave pulled my strip top-down and lifted my skirt fully up.

I was literally fully nude in the last row of the flight from London Heathrow to Doha. But to my best luck and years of trying, the last row was fully empty. There were very less people around us.

Dave was sleeping well, drooling on my breasts. I tried to wake him up so that I can feel comfortable. Initially, he didn’t and started feeding on my breasts. But on insisting, he let me loose a bit, thankfully. Meanwhile, the armrest between us was lifted by Dave, and so he could get a good grip on me.

The aisle seat was empty. So it gave some room for moving and turning around for Dave. Though he was sleeping or feeding on my breasts, his left hand rested on my pussy. My legs were over his legs. But when he let me loose, I straightened up. But he refused to take off his hand.

He started rubbing my pussy and again sucking my breasts. I was impressed by his fascination towards boobs. It’s like a hungry beast ready to pounce on its meat prey. Instead of pussy, he tried to finger my ass. But by now, I was too uncomfortable. I asked him to stop.

I dressed up and wanted to go to the toilet. Dave asked me to cross over him but face him. While crossing over him, he stopped me for like 10 seconds and started chewing my boobs again. This was the best view he could get of me. It was like the front view and me sitting on his lap for a few seconds.

He started feeding on my breasts. He started all over again torturing my boobs, which I absolutely loved. But I really wanted to go to the toilet. I asked him to stop and went to the toilet. While at the toilet, I saw my breasts were full of marks. I squeezed them and found that the milk was still there.

Then, I started fixing my make-up. Meanwhile, I heard a knock on the door. I did not respond and continued adjusting my face and hair. I put on a heavy lipstick this time. There was another knock on the door, and I was super confused. I fixed myself fast and was ready to leave.

As I opened the door, I saw Dave standing there. He came in and locked the door. Fuck! The toilet was too small. He saw me dressed and standing for the first time and got super turned on. He removed all my clothes, made me kneel, and started mouth-fucking me like a maniac.

I was choking, was out of breath and gagging. He fucked me deep throat. He didn’t stop and was clearly the dominant between us. He was holding my head with both hands and rammed his dick deep into my mouth. He fucked and choked me deep and rough for nearly 5 minutes.

Then he lifted me on his shoulders and started eating my pussy. It was difficult not to moan and make sounds. We were in a public setting, and it was so damn risky. Dave was really strong to lift someone like me or just too horny. Anyway, this position was not very comfortable for me as it was the flight toilet.

He asked me to hold to the side walls for some support for some time. But it was a bit too uncomfortable. So he put me down, turned me around and just rammed his dick in my ass. He was fucking my ass in standing doggy style. Soon, we started to make pounding sounds when our skin hit each other.

Now I started to get stressed as we were in the toilet for sometime. But at the same time, I was super horny. He stopped after some time and started fucking my pussy. It felt GREAT! Surprisingly, if you keep a cloth between you and your partner’s skin, you can avoid the pounding sound to some extent.

And you can fuck harder. He took my long skirt and wrapped it around my ass, and started fucking hard. I don’t know exactly how it was wrapped, but I’m sure he was experienced in this. We fucked hard and deep for 15 minutes in this position. I squirted the second time like mad. The toilet floor was all messy.

He then turned me back and asked me to kneel again. He asked me to hold my boobs together very tight and started inserting his dick from the bottom. He could get between my boobs easily. He then spat a lot on my boobs, spread it and asked me to hold them very tight together as if his dick could not enter.

I did, and he started ramming again. It was fucking hot boob-fuck. It was so wild and sexy. Still, he was not satisfied. He tried for 2 minutes but was not satisfied. He was completely at a different level of craziness. Instead, he lifted me in his arms and started fucking me again in my pussy.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, and hands around his shoulders. He fucked me hard. As I couldn’t moan, I started biting him around his shoulders. He was fucking me as if there is no tomorrow. Also, his mouth was eating and biting my boobs.

Actually, not boobs exactly but cleavage. Our body was so stuck to each other that not even air could pass through it. The whole situation was damn sexy and heavenly. We fucked for another 20 minutes and cum together. He emptied his load into me, and we did it without protection.

I was completely broken and exhausted, and he was satisfied as fuck. He cleaned himself first and left. I got dressed, cleaned and now I was back to my regular dress. No more rolled-up skirts. I later wore the formal coat and my scarf before taking my seat.

Me – Thank you! It was the best I ever had. I have been waiting for years for a moment like this.

Him – How many years?

Me – I think 14 if I remember.

Him – Is this your first sex in the flight?

Me – Second.

Him – How was the first?

Me – It was nothing like this. This is an expert level mile high clubbing.

He started laughing.

Me – How about you?

Him – I have done it on the flight a few times. By the way, what are you doing in Doha? It is a 22 hour halt.

Me – I will get a room to rest. Since it is a business trip, the company will pay for the expenses.

Him – Can I join?

Me – Umm, okay, sure!

Him – Then this is not the end for us. There’s more. One condition – Walk around in Doha dressed the way you were at the beginning of this journey. Show your cleavage, popping out breasts and rolled up skirt, with no panties underneath, to the public in Doha.

Me – In Doha, I can’t. Restrictions. Sorry!

Him – Okay, then, hotel?

Me – I will think of it.

Him – The moment I saw you, I knew you were something else.

We both laughed. The flight was about to land in another 45 minutes.

We had a series of adventures in Doha, which I’ll share in part 3. But at Doha, we bought precautionary meds and a few packs of condoms for safety.

I woke up in the morning around 10. It was a Saturday, and I didn’t have to go to the office. The scenes from last night were still fresh in my memory. I freshened up and went to the living room.

Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. She was wearing a blue saree, and her hair was tied up with a towel. She was fresh out of the bath and had washed her hair. I wished her good morning, and she smiled at me.

I asked about Rajiv and I could instantly see her tensing up. She told me he was still sleeping. I hugged her and went to the sofa to pick up the newspaper. A few minutes later, Rajiv entered the living room.

He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I stood up to greet him, and he asked me to sit down. He started telling me he had a flight to catch in the evening and thanking me for the hospitality. But all I could think of was my Mom getting fucked hard by Rajiv the night before.

Mom entered with tea and bent to put the tray on the table. I could see Rajiv’s eyes travelling to her cleavage and his hands travelling to his jeans over his dick. Mom left without saying anything to Rajiv.

Rajiv stood up after Mom had left and excused himself to the washroom. I knew he had other plans so I followed him sneakily to see. He went to the kitchen as Mom was washing the dishes. He spanked and grabbed her ass from behind. She was startled by this sudden touch. She pushed him away.

Mom: What are you doing? Rahul is here. What if he catches you?

Rajiv: What if? I mean, he should know the struggles her mother is going through to pay back for his mistake.

Rajiv smirked and grabbed Mom once again, kissing her and squeezing her boobs over her blouse. She resisted, but it was useless. Rajiv had overpowered her easily.

His hands were now travelling all over her body as he kissed her. He removed her pallu and snatched her saree. He threw it on the floor, and Mom covered her chest with her hands.

He pulled down his pyjamas, and his dick slipped out. He pushed her head down, and she started sucking his cock. She was pausing in between to take a glance at the door. Then resuming moving her tongue all over his dick and balls.

Rajiv: Your blouse is blocking my view. Remove it.

This time, Mom didn’t say anything and started unbuttoning her blouse. Her blouse came off pretty easily, and she was wearing a white bra underneath. She then went ahead and unhooked the bra too.

She was now sucking Rajiv’s dick in just her red petticoat. Her boobs were hanging and moving as she sucked his balls and stroked his dick. It looked like she was enjoying his cock.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I made eye contact with my Mom, and she saw me watching. Her hands instantly went to hide her boobs, and Rajiv looked back to me.

Rajiv: Your Grace. Please come!

He said mockingly while stroking his dick. Mom was looking down and hiding her boobs. Rajiv grabbed her hair and pulled her up. I stood there saying nothing while Mom stood and cried in the kitchen, half-naked.

Rajiv left her hair and forcibly removed her hands, letting her bare boobs hang in front of me. She was still looking down and struggling.

Rajiv: You like that, don’t you? I have known about it since the hotel. I saw you hiding there.

The blood froze in my body, and Mom stood there in shock. He knew long before. Rajiv pulled the string in Mom’s petticoat and it fell to the ground before she could reach it. He grabbed her by the waist and bent her over the kitchen top.

He spit on his dick and stroked it while looking at me. He then pulled down her panties and started rubbing her pussy from behind. He put his dick on her pussy and pushed in. Mom left a moan, tears flowing down her cheeks. He pulled out his dick and looked at me.

Rajiv: I can’t find the hole. Come here. Help me put this back.

Mom looked back at me, shame filling her eyes. I stood there frozen, confused about what to do. Rajiv spoke angrily this time, “Come here right now!” I moved and held his dick. It was thick and pumping with blood.

He was eager to fuck my Mom’s pussy. I could sense it. I lifted it, but he stopped me.

Rajiv: Make her ready for me first.

I looked at Mom, and she moved her face away. I spat on my hand and started rubbing her pussy. Her pussy was wet and warm. It was throbbing, and I could not control myself. I pushed my two fingers inside, and she let out a moan of pleasure.

Rajiv smiled and lit a cigarette. I had my signal. I started fingering her faster while rubbing my thumb over her clit. She moaned and came all over my hand. Her breath was fast, and she was moving up and down on my hand.

Rajiv took another puff of his cigarette and moved forward. I put his dick on Mom’s pussy and he started fucking her while smoking. I sat there watching her getting fucked, bent over the kitchen table. He placed the cigarette on Mom’s lips, and she took a puff while he spanked her ass.

He went on for several minutes and suddenly cum in her pussy. He pulled out and slapped her ass. Mom was left surprised with the creampie, but Rajiv didn’t care. He pulled his pyjamas from the floor and looked at me.

Rajiv: Get her some pills if you don’t want another to share your property. And go jerk yourself off. I can see it in your pants.

I was embarrassed and my face was all red. Rajiv left the house instantly after that. I tried to talk to Mom, but she didn’t say anything. She was quiet the whole day. She cleaned herself and took a bath. She was wearing a green saree with a deep cutback.

After lunch, I went to her room to talk to her, but she didn’t open the door. I thought she was ashamed of what happened. It was a Saturday so I didn’t pay much heed and started watching a movie.

Mom came out in the evening, wearing her usual pyjamas and tshirt. She looked like she just woke up and her eyes were swollen. She went to the fridge to drink water, and I thought it was a good time to talk. I went behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Rahul: Mom! Can we talk?

Mom: Beta, see. I had no other option.

Rahul: Mom, I know. You don’t have to explain me.

She looked back at me, and I smiled. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. I realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, just like that night with Rajiv, and my dick got hard.

Sinister thoughts clouded my judgement. I asked her to watch a movie with me. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.

To be continued.

It is a beautiful day where I live, partly cloudy with the promise of evening showers and some sun with a rare yet plausible hope for a rainbow. Only if life itself was like this day every day, where you yearn for something, wishing it comes true!

Yet life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it. An incident that occurred changed the way I think of women. I was in Chandigarh to close a deal with a company for my business and I was going through pictures of my childhood and every birthday I had celebrated back home. In one of those, I saw the picture of one of my long-time crushes at that time and was wondering how far we all have moved in life. I recalled her name with some difficulty owing to the layers of sand upon a  memory and used the ever-vibrant social media handles to see if I could figure out what she was up to.

I skimmed through Facebook and Instagram, yet no luck. Disappointed, I decided to redirect my energies to more pressing needs. I moved to get ready for a meeting.

The meeting went better than I expected. Upon returning to my hotel, I thought of exploring some nightlife in Chandigarh of which I have heard interesting things from a lot of people. I ordered tea when I heard a ping on my phone from Facebook.

Lo! It was HER! IT WAS HER! But HOW? I saw a friend request and I accepted. I got a message, “How are you?”

I replied, “I’m good. How about you? And how did you find me?!”

She told me that she had changed her name and put up an RSS feed in case someone tried searching for her using her old surname. My spirits deflated hearing this and I thought she was married. However, she told me ‘Gangopadhyay’ and ‘Ganguly’ are the same but since her admission to medical school, she had to change it to what it said to her father’s surname. The balloon went to twice its size. I had a shot.

I asked her where she was. She said she was living in Delhi.

According to her Facebook profile, she had turned into quite a sexy young woman. I couldn’t get the thoughts and fantasies that followed out of my head while still looking at the message box. I wanted to meet her immediately. However, it couldn’t be helped as I had a couple of more days to spend in Chandigarh.

I couldn’t focus. My nights were restless. My thoughts were ravenous. My needs were unfulfilled and unsatisfied!

I returned to Delhi post this conversation. We had shared our contact details. We started ‘whatsapping’ each other. I heard her voice over a call. She still had that polite and innocent voice, but there was a naughtiness to her innocence. I didn’t know what it was.

We met in August. Delhi still sweltering under the sun, we went to Haus Khas to have a couple of drinks. Time passed rather quickly. We talked about what we were up to all these years. Talks moved to love, sex, break-ups, desires, fantasies, and experiences. There was a charm to a directness that women don’t admit yet they like. Some think it is scandalous to speak your mind so openly, while some think you are a pervert. Others say that you need to get married. What they don’t admit is that there is a sexiness to being direct, to know someone who knows exactly what they want, and the confidence to say it exactly what they are thinking of.

And there was silence broken by her giggles at the answers I had told her. I noticed the evening sun caressing her nape, adorned by a bead of sweat gently trickling down her shoulder. She flicked her hair to the other side and said, “I would like to try what you fantasize about.”

We hired a cab, got in, and started kissing. Before the cab guy could turn and say something, I handed him a 500 and told him the address. It was a 10-minute ride and for me, it could have been 10 hours.

I kissed my crush’s neck, while she went down my trousers. And boy, I couldn’t wait. The feeling of her warm mouth, the way her tongue played with my hardened tool, and the way she looked up with innocence in her eyes and a naughty crinkle at the edges – any man would have overloaded her already full mouth!

This went on and my eyes were on the cab guy, checking if he really was taking us to the address I told him.

Then the cab stopped. I zipped. We rushed to my home, shut the door, and undressed in haste that I had never felt before in my life. She jumped on me and I caught her mid-air. Her legs interlocked behind my back and still holding her up, we kissed. A deep, hungry, lustful, naughty, tongue-fighting kiss. The kind you want when it has been far too long, where you want to just merge with the person you are making LUST to.

I carried her to the bed, switched on the AC (hoped it was up to the task), and made her sit at the edge of the mattress while still kissing her. Then I moved to her nape, came forward, trailing a path with my tongue, reached her collar bone, moved to the side of her throat, and gave her a small bite, a mark to be visible. I moved to her breasts. They were well-shaped, petite, and soft yet firm. I kissed the left one gently while cupping the other one.

Then it was time to give her a lesson on the use of the tongue. I reached her erect nipples. I took the left one between my lips and started flipping it with my tongue, while my hand was playing with the other. She wriggled in my grip and I laid her on the bed. Her legs were still holding onto me. My body was pushed against hers. Her back started arching upwards. I eased my flicking and she arched more. Then I stopped!

She grabbed my head and pushed me to her breasts. I should obey her desires. I pressed down as she arched down. I was gently sucking them. The pleasure was such that she leaned further back. I bowed a bit as I didn’t want to rip them from her breasts. And we dove together like a wave crashing on another to the bed.

Then I moved to her navel and gave her gentle bites. A bit of breath and down between her legs. It was clean, moist, and warm with flowery and salty-tasting fluids. I licked her cove once, tantalizing her. Then I buried myself between those legs. I licked her clit, and used my tongue to repeatedly flick it, while my hands kept her from arching too much. I could feel her grip tighten on my head.

While I was at it, I moved an arm and inserted my middle finger right up her love hole. She shuddered and shook from her waist up, turning and writhing and still grabbing the bedsheet and my head. I lifted my head and buried it in her navel, playing using my tongue. She grabbed my head with her hands, turned me over and slid down to give me another kiss that told me it was too much for her to handle she wanted it! She wanted it NOW!

She pressed her lower body to mine to take a feel of how things were with me and she knew. It was her turn to tease me. She went further and took my little brother right up her throat, sucking as if she wanted to empty my balls. I felt a jolt go down my spine. She gave me a gentle bite at the base of my cock and suddenly sat on me in a swift motion and involuntarily made the head of my penis poke her cove, releasing a small gasp from the both of us. Then she lifted her hips, like aligning the sword and its sheath.

“Ahh!!!” We both gasped and moaned. I was in and she was on top of me. She sat still like that for a minute, maybe to get accustomed to my girth or to feel the waves of pleasure washing over the both of us. Then she flipped her long dark hair back. It reached the base of her hips and she slowly started gyrating her waist. The motion along with the gentle caresses of her hair at the base of my cock was adding a totally different flavor to ‘woman on top’. A pleasure thus far devoid to me. I realized the value of long hair on a woman.

Meanwhile, she increased her pace and rhythm. I felt a pressure building up inside me. I didn’t want it to be over so soon. I grabbed her back and head and flipped her over and our positions were reversed.

I slowed our pace and kissed her neck, leaving a hickey. I gently bit her earlobe and kept up the slow pace. I could sense her getting impatient. I increased our pace. She stretched her legs wider and tensed urging me to get deeper with my strokes, all communicated without being spoken.

My pace had reached its max and every thrust was making us come closer. We both were drenched with sweat and the AC was feeling like a fan. Her teeth and hands were clenched, her legs outstretched, hair spread out on the bed. She let out a moan, deep and long and her legs gripped me from behind and I let loose, flooding her insides.

We were exhausted, it seemed a temporary respite, for the URGE was satisfied LUST yet remained..

We are finally at the Doha airport.

The airport is huge and has all the facilities. Our next flight to Singapore is in 22 hours, that is the next day at 01.00. Dave and I went to the pharmacy and picked up contraceptives and a few packs of condoms. Though, I’m not really a fan of condoms.

My husband is quite skilled at pulling out in time but Dave said that he can’t do that. He doesn’t like that stress to affect his climax and satisfaction. So, for him, condoms work. Also we bought a big bottle of baby oil for lubrication. The purchase looked like we were on a mission.

Then, we went to a bar and ordered three different shots of strong alcohol. First, Finnish subs, second vodka and third, Long Island tea. We had a couple of more shots after that to get drunk fast. Then we bought a whisky bottle from the duty-free. I was quite drunk by this time, but Dave was literally unaffected.

Since, all purchase was done, it was time to look for decent airport in-house hotels for long overlays. A few were fully booked, but later, we found a room in a Radisson Blu hotel. I used my company’s credit card as it was not costing either of us anything.

By the way I forgot to mention, Dave paid for the pharmacy, shots and duty-free purchases. When we were about to enter the elevator, he said, “Come on! Get slutty.” The room was on the 4th floor. I was a bit conscious and hesitant at the same time. But he insisted.

I agreed and went to the washroom, close to the elevator, to fix myself. By this time, we knew that not many people chose this hotel. It is super expensive for a short stay and no one will willingly throw money for this. So at the washroom, I rolled my skirt up to just 1 inch below my ass cheeks.

I removed my panties. I was wearing pointed heels. So my full height was 6 feet. I removed my scarf, the formal coat and, this time also the bra. I was just on a striped top and a rolled-up skirt. I fixed my face put on some dark lipstick and walked out like a bitch.

Dave was stunned looking at me, and he had that slight cunning smile that made me more horny. By this time, I was drunk to the point that my brain stopped caring about the surroundings. When we were on the elevator, the first thing we noticed was the camera.

So Dave pretended to be protecting me or caring for me. But actually, he was rubbing my ass and my pussy from behind. The fourth floor came in no time. Dave walked out first and asked me to wait near the elevator. He went looking for more CCTVs on the floor until the room.

He said that our room was located on the side that was in the opposite direction to the CCTVs, and there were only 2 rooms on that side. Both were at a significant distance from each other. He came back to the elevator and stripped me naked.

He asked me to walk into the room like that while he was making a video of the walk. I was drunk and horny to the next level. I did as he told me. While walking towards the room, I made some crazy moves to get a shot of my 36C boobs going up and down, right and left like crazy.

Dave just stood there and asked me to go and get my boobs pressed against the wall as hard as I can. I did that, but then I started doing back and forth, hitting my boobs against the wall. Dave just loved everything I did and started getting hard down there. After all, his weakness was big breasts.

Then, an idea popped into my mind. I went towards Dave’s phone and squeezed my breasts towards the camera. A good amount of breast milk hit the camera. Dave started to loose his mind here after this. One last thing he asked me before entering our room was if I could twerk.

I had no idea how to do it. So he suggested I do the same thing I did with my boobs earlier but instead, do it with my ass. I did something that I don’t know how to put into words. But I did display my pussy for the videotaping, and Dave shot everything. Later, he showed me the video. It was wild AF.

Now, we made it to the room and I didn’t realise it was a junior suite. But it was too cheap. The entire wall was a glass window facing the city skyline. Dave pulled the curtains wide open. He then got naked and jumped into the bed. He asked me to sit on his face.

Just before sitting on his face, he literally tore apart my pussy and buried his nose and mouth deep into my pussy. I started moaning and screaming like crazy. But he locked me in a way that I could not go any further up.

He went further deep into my pussy combined with some rigours fingering in the pussy to open more. Dave had a big phone. He turned the video on again and inserted his phone deep into my pussy. He was making a video of inside my pussy and also using the phone as a toy.

He also circled the phone in my pussy, and I was loud and screaming in happiness.

Dave – No one will save you bitch here! Be loud as much as you can. You wanted to dress like a cunt when you entered the flight in London. Now, I will destroy you.

Saying this, he rotated the phone a few more times before stopping the video. He threw the phone aside and started eating my pussy again. By now, my pussy was very loose, and a lot of his face, mouth, and nose could go in. When he pulled away, his face was full of my pussy discharge.

I quickly turned around and threw my breasts into his mouth to relax my pussy. He started slapping my breasts so hard, flopping them vigorously. He wanted to make more videos of boob fucking. So we stopped. He picked up his phone from the floor, placed it in the correct position and started the video.

He went on a rampage with my boobs. He slapped them atleast 50 times, chewed them, ate them and started drinking milk until it was fully drained. He did this to both breasts. It was a good 20 minutes, fast-paced, extremely hardcore boob session. I was moaning and screaming extremely loudly.

After this, he laid me on the corner of the bed. He stood next to me on the ground. One foot was on the floor and the other on the bed, and he put his dick in my mouth. This posture gave Dave an extra advantage of dominance. He deep-throated me like a mad guy.

I was gagging loudly and choking, completely out of breath. I was horny, and he was unstoppable. He deep-throated me for another 30 minutes. By now, his dick was hard rock, huge and ready to go.

We fucked for nearly two hours in missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, lifted in the air, against the wall, on the floor and many other positions. Dave was about to cum, but I wanted more. Though I squirted four times in the hotel room, I still wanted more.

But Dave couldn’t resist, so he came all over my boobs and stomach. I noticed that he released a lot more cum than normal. After 4 hours of intensive sessions, we both lay on the bed. I still had all his cum over me. I wanted to cum too. So I asked Dave to massage my breasts with the cum on my body.

Dave did that, and then he started fingering me so that I reached the climax, too. In another 20 minutes, I cum. We both were tired, and we just slept for the next 10 hours. In between, I breastfed him in sleep.

After nearly 10 hours of deep and good sleep, I woke up. It was another 7 hours remaining for the next flight. I went into the toilet and saw myself in the mirror with all marks and dried cum over me. I found it a bit sexy, and for some reason, it turned me on.

The idea of rough sex, power play, abuse and destructive sex was a turn-on. I went back to bed and started kissing Dave wildly. I don’t think I was even kissing him. It was more like I wanted to be deep inside his mouth. He responded with an equal amount of wildness.

Oh, by the way, he recorded our entire 4 hours of bang earlier. Now again, he set his phone for another recording. Dave and I had separate seats for our next flight. We assumed maybe this was the last chance, so why not utilise it to the fullest?

I opened the large bottle of baby oil and poured 80% of it all over me, including my ass. Facing the camera, I started spreading it and massaging myself. It excited Dave. My body was not shiny and full of oil everywhere. I knew this way it would be very hard to hold me, and so fucking would even be more fun.

I went close to the camera, showed my ass, spread my legs and showed my abused pussy full of oil. Then I went to Dave and started rubbing my ass on his face and moving it around. He was quite turned on and wanted to hold me to eat my ass, but the oil trick was working.

So he asked me to bend over the chair and started pushing his dick in my asshole. It was deep inside in no time. He started thrusting slowly in the beginning. But then ramped up his speed so that it made extremely loud pounding sounds.

I was screaming again, and he was non-stop. Then he placed the chair close to the glass wall and started fucking me. We knew the glass design was in such a way that outsiders could not look inside during the daytime, but still, he wanted to show off.

He fucked my ass relentlessly. We were loud, and I was screaming and moaning in happiness. On the one hand, I wanted him to stop, and on the other, I wanted it deeper. I was screaming, “Is that all? Fuck me harder.”

Now, we put the chair right in front of the mirror and adjusted the phone cam in a way that both the mirror view and the real view are captured in the video. And he continued to fuck my ass. Seeing myself in front of the mirror made things even crazier.

Dave fucked my ass roughly for 30 minutes until I squirted. While squirming, he fingered me deep and hard to drain out all the fluids. He then put me on the bed and started pussy pounding me hard and deep. I always found the missionary position boring. So, I asked him to continue this in the shower.

We started with the toilet seat. He was sitting, and I was on top with his dick inside me. I fucked him hard and deep this time. By now, I understood that Dave preferred a fast-paced fucking, and I wanted to dominate him this time. I fucked him like this for 5 minutes.

Seeing my boobs go up and down, he was losing his mind. Seeing this I squeezed out milk from my breasts onto his face. We were banging each other in the washroom and the pounding sounds were echoing and were very loud. He then turned me around and started fucking my ass again from the toilet seat.

To get a grip on my oily body, he held my shoulders and neck tightly, which choked me mostly. We stood up, and he fucked my ass more standing. He dragged me this way back to the bed and pushed me into the bed. He put on a condom quickly and started fucking my pussy like mad.

We again fucked for some 45 minutes in this position until I realised that the condom had broken apart. I protested, and he replied, “Shut up, bitch!” He didn’t care, and my resistance made him crazier. Now, he wanted to overpower this resistance as he couldn’t take a No.

Eventually, I realised that my being a bit aggressive and protesting was working in our favour. I thought maybe I’d take a couple of pills more but continued with some resistance to keep the fire burning and spreading. To stop me, he immediately started deep-throating me for roughly 20 minutes.

And here, I gave up. He then went back to pussy pounding and fucked me for another 1.5 hours until we both came. It was the longest and the loudest climax. I was completely exhausted but very satisfied. We took a shower together as we had very little time left.

The shower lasted for an hour. First, we kissed each other for 10-15 minutes. Since we had enough sex, we thought of doing some passionate stuff. We kissed and kissed, exchanged a lot of saliva, and released a lot, too. Dave wanted to feed on my breasts more.

We sat on the toilet seat again with me on his lap, and I was milking him. I was thinking even my husband was not into breast milk so much. He drank from both for another 20 minutes until satisfied. We took a shower, got ready and started to leave.

Dave asked me to try moving to his seat on the next flight. Eventually, on the next flight, we sat together. We had no more sex in the next flight but hours of just kissing and breasteating and feeding. I guess we were very satisfied with the sex. But we wanted to continue doing something until we were together.

By the way, Dave uploaded all the videos to some adult websites. We also recorded the kissing and breastfeeding from the next flight and uploaded it, too. Surprisingly, that video was also long enough but very basic.

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Shyam ko 6 baje Rekha wapas ghar aayi. Usne dekhi ki Dimpy apne kapde pehen ke chatai pe baithi thi. Uski aankhein rone ke karan lal ho chuki thi.

Rekha: Saali, chinal tujhe nanga rehne ko bola tha na.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, maaf kar do mujhe. Aisa kabhi nahi karungi.

Rekha: Main jo bol rahi hun woh kar, chal nangi hoja.

Dimpy: Nahi bhabhi, please aisa mat karo. Bhaiya ke aane ka waqt hogaya hai.

Rekha: Isiliye toh bol rahi hun, nangi hoja, tere bhaiya bhi toh dekhe ki unki behan ki chut mein kitni aag hai.

Rekha ne Dimpy ko halke se thapad mara aur fir se usko kapde kholne ko kaha. Dimpy ki aankh fir bhar aayi aur woh dheere dheere apne kapde utarne lagi.

Rekha: Wahin chatai pe baithi reh.

Rekha kitchen mein khana banane lagi. Kareeb 7 baje ke aas pass Rahul ghar aaya. Usne apni behan ko nanga dekha, Rahul ko samjh mein nahi aaya ki kya horaha hai. Usne turant apna muh mod liya. Dimpy ke aansu fir nikal aaye. Woh apne haathon se apne mamme aur chut chupane lagi.

Rahul: Yeh kya ho raha hai? Tu aisi kyun baithi hai. Jake kapde pehen le.

Dimpy: Bhabhi ne kaha aise rehne ko.

Rekha turant kitchen se hall mein aa gayi.

Rahul: Rekha, yeh kya ho raha hai. Usko kapde pehne ko bol.

Rekha: Nahi ji, iss randi ki yehi saza hai. Yeh nangi hi rahegi.

Rahul: Kya bol rahi hai, kya kiya isne?

Rekha: Aaj 201 wale bahar gaye the toh main 11:30 baje ghar aagayi thi. Aayi toh dekha teri behan chatai pe nangi kisi ladke ke saath leti thi aur uska lund hila rahi thi.

Rahul gusse se Dimpy ki taraf dekha.

Rahul: Dimpy! Yeh sab kya hai? Tujhe gaon se sehar padhai ke liye laya hun ki meri naak katwane. Hum gareebon ke pass paise nahi par ijjat hoti hai. Yeh randigiri karne aayi thi?

Dimpy: Bhaiya, maaf kardo mujhe aisa fir kabhi nahi hoga.

Rekha: Kaise nahi hoga, tujhe to lund ka chaska lag gaya hai. Jab jab mauka milega tu toh chudwa legi.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, aisa mat karo, main kasam khati hun aise fir kabhi nahi hoga. Main sirf padhai mein dhyan dungi.

Rahul: Kya karna hai iska Rekha? Wapas gaon bhej de?

Dimpy: Bhaiya, please aisa mat karo, mujhe padhai karni hai. Mujhe gaon wapas mat bhejo.

Rekha: Kahin nahi jayegi, yeh yahin rahegi.

Rahul: Agar kuch galat hoga toh sab hum pe hasenge aur kahenge ki hum ne iska khayal nahi Rakha. Maa-baap ko kya kahunga main. Sochenge ki Dimpy ko sambhal nahi saka.

Rekha: Isko lund ki bhook hai. Isko lund de do. Yahin rahegi, padhai karegi aur hamare saath khush bhi rahegi.

Rahul: Kya bol rahi hai? Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha.

Rekha: Bhenchod, tujhe isko chodna hoga. Iski tharak tere lund se mitegi. Ghar ki baat ghar pe hi rahegi. Isko bhi chudai ka maza milega aur kisiko pata bhi nahi chalega. Humko bhi nayi chut ke maze milenge.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, yeh aap kya bol rahi ho? Yeh galat hai. Bhaiya, aisa mat karo.

Rekha: Chup saali chinal! Yeh galat hai toh jo tu kar rahi thi woh kya bada acha tha? Yeh hum dono ki chudai raat dekhti hai raat mein. Zayada masoom mat ban.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, maine kabhi aap dono ko…

Rekha: Ek thappad marungi agar mana kiya toh, maine khud pakad hai isko humari chudai dekhte hue. Maine tab chod diya, agar tabhi isko daant lagi hoti toh yeh aaj kisi lafange ka lund nahi pakadi hoti. Hume hi isko theek karna hoga.

Rahul: Tu theek keh rahi hai. Iski hawas ghar pe ki bujha ke rakhenge.

Rekha: Dimpy, samjha kar, teri bhalayi aur humari ijjat ke liye hume yeh karna hoga. Hum teeno ek saath khush rahenge. Tu padhai pe dhyan de aur agar tujhe chudwana hai toh apne bhaiya se karwa le. Humara kehna maan le.

Dimpy: Bhaiya, aisa mat karo, yeh galat hai. Main kisi ladke se ainda baat bhi nahi karungi.

Rahul: Tujhe theek karne ka yeh ek hi tareeka hai.

Rahul ne turant apne kapde khole aur nanga ho gaya. Rekha jhat se apne ghutno pe aayi aur Rahul ka lund chusne lagi. Dimpy ke aansu abhi bhi beh rahe the par uski nazar uske bhaiya ke lund pe thi. Rahul tharak bhari nigahon se apni behan ko dekhne laga.

Rekha ki nazaren bhi Dimpy pe hi thi aur uske muh mein Rahul ka adhe se zayada lund the. Kuch minuton ke baad Rekha uthi aur Rahul ka lund pakad ke usko Dimpy ke pass le gayi.

Rekha: Muh khol apna.

Dimpy: Bhabhi, yeh galat hai.

Rekha: Haramzadi jitna bola ja raha hai utna kar. Chal muh khol apna

Dimpy ne apna muh khola aur Rekha ne Rahul ka lund pakad ke usko Dimpy ke muh mein rakh diya. Rahul ka lund uski behan Dimpy ke jeeb pe tha. Rekha ne jab Dimpy ko chusne ko bol toh usne sar hila ke mana kiya.

Woh Rahul ko apne haathon se dur karne lagi. Rahul ne ek dum se uske baal pakade aur apne lund ko uske muh mein andar bahar karne laga. Rahul ne koi reham nahi ki aur zor zor se uske gale tak apna lawda pelne laga.

Rekha ne Dimpy ke gol gol chuchiyon ko dabane lagi. Dimpy lagatar apne bhaiya ko apne se dur karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Dimpy ko sans lene mein jab jab dikkat hoti thi tab Rahul apna lund pura bahar nikalta.

Fir se apni behan ke muh mein pel dete. Dimpy ke muh se dheer sara thook nikalne laga aur dhar ki tarah neeche girne laga. Rahul ka lawda puri tarah apni behan ke thook se latpat tha.

Neeche gir rahe thook ko Rekha apne muh mein leti. Dimpy ke mammon pe thook ke usko malne lagi. Woh Dimple ke mammon ke saath uske nipple ko bhi zor se dabbati jiske karan Dimpy ki cheekhe nikalti.

Kuch der ke baad Rekha ke apna haath Dimpy ki chut mein rakha aur do ungli uske chut mein daal ke andar bahar karne lagi.

Rekha: Iss randi ki chut kitni garam aur geeli hogayi hai. Bada maza aaraha hai isko. Isiliye bol rahi hun isko ghar mein choda kar warna bahar muh lagate firegi.

Rahul: Sahi bol rahi hai tu. Niche leta isko, aise chodunga ki dusare lawdon ki zaroorat hi nahi padegi isko.

Rekha ne gadda lagaya aur usme Dimpy ko litaya, usne uske kamar ke neeche ek takiya rakha. Rekha Dimpy ke sar ke uper Rahul ki taraf dekhte hue baithi thi aur usne Dimpy ka haath pakad ke rakhe tha.

Dimpy: Bhaiya aisa mat karo, bhabhi chod do mujhe.

Rekha: Dekh kya raha hai, pair faila sali ke aur lawda ghusa de.

Rahul ne Dimpy ke pair failaye aur apna lund apni behan ke chut ke darar pe ragad ne laga. Woh apne lund ke supade se uske chut ke dane ko zor zor se ragadne laga.

Rekha: Aare harami, lund ander ghus ke chod usko. Bhenchod!

Rahul ne ek jhatke mein apna pura 8” ka lawda apni behan ki geeli chut mein ghusa diya. Dimpy ne dard ke mare zor ke cheeka aur apne bhaiya se lund bahar nikalne ko kaha. Par Rekha aur Rahul dono pe uski baaton ka asar nahi ho raha hai.

Dimpy: Ahh! Bhaiya aapka bahut bada aur mota hai. Meri chut fat jayegi. Please reham karo apni behan par, mujhe jane do.

Rekha: Lund ka bahut shok tha na tujhe, ab asli mard ke lund se chudegi. Shant hoja saali, bahut maza aane wala hai tereko. Zor zor se chud bhenchod. Chut ka bhosada bana de.

Rekha ne kas ke Dimpy ka haath pakad rakha the aur Rahul lagatar chudai kar raha tha. Dimpy ke bade aur gol mamme upar neeche hil rahe the. Uske muh se nikali cheekhen kuch hi minuton mein hawas bhari siskiyon mein badal gaye.

Rahul Dimpy ke pair apne kandhon pe rakha aur apna lund zor zor se pelta gaya. 5-minute ki chudai ki baad Dimpy ke aansu bandh hogaye aur woh chudai ka pura maza lene lagi. Rekha ko Dimpy ke chehare se uski khushi ka andaza hogaya aur usne uske haath chod diye.

Rekha Dimpy ke bagal mein aake baith gayi aur uska ek haath Dimpy ke mamme dabba rahe the aur dusare se uske baalon ko sehla rahi thi. Rahul ne chudai rokhi aur Dimpy ki chut chaatne laga.

Dimpy ke chut se lagatar pani nikal raha tha. Uski chut puri tarah geeli thi aur Rahul uski chut ka amrit chaat raha tha saath hi saath uske chut ke dane ko bhi apni jeeb se ragad ne laga. Dimpy charam sukh ke kagar pe thi.

Dimpy: Aare bhenchod! Mera chutne wala hai, lawda pel meri chut mein. Aaah!!

Rekha: Dekha, saali randi lund ke liye kaise taras rahi hai.

Rahul: Kutiya ban ja chinal. Abhi nikalta hun teri garmi.

Dimpy jhat se uthi aur kutiya ban gayi. Rekha ne uski dono gand ko pakad ke failaya. Rahul ne fir se apna lund apni behan ki chut mein daala aur gapa gapa chodne laga. Do minute ke ander Dimpy ka pani phavare ki tarah chutta.

Rahul turant apna muh uske chut pe rakha aur uske chut ke pani ko chatne laga. Das minute ki ghamasan chudai ke baad Dimpy gadde pe let gayi jaise behosh ho gayi ho. Uske chehre pe ek badi muskurahat thi. Par Rahul ka lund abhi bhi khada tha.

Rahul: Rekha, mere lund ko ab tu hi shant kar. Kapde nikal aur aaja.

Rekha uthi aur apne kapde utarne lagi. Usne ek hare rang ki saadi aur kale rang ka blouse pehna tha. Usne apna pallu giraya. Uski saadi uske nabi ke neeche bandhi hui thi. Uska kala blouse uske bade mammon ko kas ke pakad hua tha.

Is ke karan uski chuchiyon ki khayi badi mast lag rahi thi. Gol sa chehra, sawala rang, gand tak ke lambe kale baal jo ek choti mein bandha hua tha. Bhari hui badi si gand, faila hua kamar, pet pe halki si charbi.

Rekha badi kamal ki maal thi. Usne apna blouse aur bra khol ke apne bade bade chuchiyon ko aazad kiya. Uski umar 22 ki hogi par mamme bahut bade the aur halke se jhule hue the. Usne fir apni saadi aur petticoat utar ke puri nangi hogai.

Chut mein kafi jhant ke baal the. Uska figure aur chehra bilkul pornstar Ashlyn Peaks jaisa tha.

Rekha: Aage se ya peche se.

Rahul: Aage se pelunga meri Rani ko, aa let ja.

Rekha gadde pe let gayi aur apne pair faila diye. Rahul ne apna muh apni patni ki geeli chut pe rakha aur usko chatne laga. Woh chut ke raseele hontho pe apni jeebh ragad raha tha. Rekha ke haath Rahul ke baal ko sehla rahe the.

Rahul ne apni jeebh uske chut ke andar dala ko chatne laga. Rekha, gehari siskiyan le rahi thi. Rahul ne kuch der baad apni jeebh Rekha ke chut mein ander bahar karne laga jaise woh jeebh se chudai kar raha ho.

Rekha ko bada maza aaraha tha. Usne phor chut ke dane ko chata aur apni do ungliyon se uski chut chodne laga.

Rekha: Ah! Zor se kar, bada maza aaraha hai. Bade dino baad kaisi khushi mehsoos horahi hai. Aare Dimpy, saali wahan kya kar rahi hai. Aa bhabhi ke mamme chus.

Dimpy Rekha ke mammon ke saath khelne lagi, kabhi unhe dabbati toh kabhi muh mein leke bacchon ki tarah chusti. Lag bagh 6–7-minute ke baad Rekha se raha nahi gaya. Uske chut ko lund ki zaroorat thi.

Dimpy: Kya mast chuchiyan hai bhabhi aap ke, mere mammon se do guna bade honge.

Rekha: Aur kitna tarsayega, bhenchod! Chod mujhe!

Rahul ne ek akhir chuma diya uski chut ko aur chudai chalu kardi. Uska pura lund Rekha ki geeli chut mein makhan ki tarah ander bahar hone laga.

Rekha: Bhenchod! Kya mast chodta hai tu. Zor se kar bhadwe, jam ke shot maar. Ahh! Dekhte hai ki tu do-do chut ko khush kar sakta hai bhi ki nahi.

Rahul: Saali, randiyon ka ghar bana diya tune. Ab se tum dono ko roz chodunga aur khush karunga.

Dimpy: Bhaiya aap ek dum mast ho. Ab se main kisi ladke se baat bhi nahi karungi. Aap ke lund ki fan hogayi main.

Rahul: Abhi toh maze shuru hua hai, tujhe toh tere bhaiya aur bhabhi abhi jannat dikhayenge. Dekhti jaa kaise kaise maze karwate hai teri.

Rekha: Zor se chod badwe aur zor se. Ahh! Chod! Fadd de meri chut! Bhenchod! Rukh mat, aur zor se chod! Chod!

Rahul ne chudai ki raftar badhai aur zor se chodne laga. Pure kamre mein ek madhoshi si thi. Kuch hi der baad Rekha ka pani chut gaya. Rahul ka bhi pani nikalne wala tha.

Rahul: Mera chutne wala hai, muh mein legi ya chut mein chod doon.

Rekha: Mere muh mein de. Teri behan ko khilaungi.

Dimpy: Chi, bhabhi yeh aap kya kar rahi hai.

Rekha: Mard ka maal ek chut mein jana chahiye ya fir aurat ke muh mein.

Rahul khada hoke Rekha ke chehre ke pas apna lund le gaya aur hilane laga. Uska maal pichkari ki tarah nikala aur Rekha ke pure chehre pe gira. Uske mathe pe, gaal pe, honth pe safed dahi jaisa maal chod diya.

Rekha ne apni ungli se sara maal nikala aur apne muh mein daal diya. Usne Dimpy ke baal pakade aur usko apne pass keecha aur chumne lagi. Rekha ne chumte waqt Rahul ka maal apne muh se Dimpy ke muh mein de diya.

Dimpy bhi apni bhabhi ka pura saath de rahi thi aur uske honthon ko chumne lagi. Do minute baad jab unka chumna bandh hua toh sara maal dono ne nigal liya tha.

Rekha: Kaisa laga?

Dimpy: Mast tha bhabhi. Bhaiya aaj se aap humesha mere muh mein apna maal chodna.

Rekha aur Rahul Dimpy ki baat sun ke hasne lage. Teeno bade khush the. Kuch der ke aaram ke baad Rahul utha aur lungi aur t-shirt pehne laga.

Rekha: Bahar jaraha hai kya?

Rahul: Haan, daru leke aata hun. Aaj full maze karenge.

Dimpy: Daru?

Rekha: Tu hume daru pita dekh, bigad na jaye isiliye tere aane ke baad se humne daru nahi pi. Abhi toh hum teeno ek hai. Tujhe sare maze karwayenge hum.

Dimpy: Hum? Aap bhi daru piti ho bhabhi.

Rekha: Haan, kaam hi aisa hai ki pura badan thak jata hai, kabhi kabhi daru pi leti hun toh jo thakan hai woh chali jati hai aur pike chudai ka maza bhi bahut aata hai. Tu bhi pina aaj hamare saath. Sun, daru ke saath cigarette bhi leke aana, aur cigarette lana beedi mat lana.

Rahul: Haan theek hai, tu khana bana aur dono apni gand saaf karlo.

Dimpy: Kyun?

Rekha: Main samjhati hun isko, tu jake daru le aa.

To be continued.

We live in a nuclear family in a suburban area. It has 17 years of our marriage and now we are in our 40s. I am 42 and my wife is 40 years old. Our 13-year-old son is in the 7th standard.

As a couple, we share all our thoughts, emotions, and feelings. In such discussions, many times my wife told me about her crush on a dark and mature man 10-12 years older than her. I asked if she was having an affair with someone like that. She denied it and told me it was just her fantasy and nothing.

On a winter evening, one of our clients visited us for a casual discussion. We run a consultancy firm for training and development. I was talking with the person and my wife served tea to both of us and took a chair beside me. Then she too participated in the discussion.

We finished the tea and the guest appreciated my wife for a wonderful cup of tea. Slowly, he started throwing questions at her that were out of our discussion, but still, that was ok since it was a casual discussion. I saw that my wife was excited to answer all his questions irrespective of whether professional or non-professional. The man was also showing interest in her attitude.

For some time, I became a spectator and watched both of them talking. After some time, he left and we were back to our daily routine.

Another day at around 9.00 pm, he rang my wife’s number to discuss and clarify some of the official matters. They discussed it for half an hour. I asked my wife what the call was all about, she told me it was just clarification of certain bills.

I was wondering if all this could be done during office hours also and earlier he used to message me and I clarified all his doubts. It hardly takes one message but that day, they spoke for half an hour.

One another afternoon he visited our office with a box of sweets and snacks which were my wife’s favorite and handed them over to her.

We never entertained such activities in our office, but my wife simply took the box and asked him to have a cup of tea and sweets along with us. So he did and sat for an hour in our office. It looked like my wife had forgotten all the ethics which we used to maintain in our office.

He was Mr. PP, our client, a gentleman of dark complexion and age somewhat 53 years. He was moderate built and 6 feet in height. He had a small family of two kids and his wife.

Gradually, it became a routine for my wife to talk with him over the phone. Sometimes, I checked her message box and saw “Good morning” and “Good night” and a few friendly messages.

I talked to my wife about all this and told her not to be very close with any strangers. She told me that I was taking it very seriously and not to worry. But by the way he used to stare at her from top to bottom and from front to back whenever he used to meet or come to our place, I could see his intentions were not good. But my wife was taking it very casually.

She was a plus-size beautiful woman with good curves, 44-32-46, height around 5.6 feet, fair complexion, and blunt cut hairstyle.

Almost a year passed and I thought there was nothing serious about which I should be worried. We continued our daily work. Regarding our relationship, it was as good as earlier. As usual, whenever I used to ask for sex she always showed one or the other reason for not doing it. She used to allow only once in a month or sometimes once in two months and that too, I feel was because I was asking for. Otherwise she would never initiate and this was her nature since we were married.

It was mid-October, me and our son were out of the station for a week and my wife was staying alone. I used to call her daily and ask if everything was alright and also share about our trip. One afternoon, I called but she didn’t pick up and there was no call back too for almost half an hour. So I tried again after half an hour and her phone was ringing. But after a long time, she responded and said her phone was in the other room for charging, so she was unaware of the previous call and hence she didn’t call back. I could find out from her voice that either she was sleeping or she was very tired. I asked her if she was ok. She said all fine and just now she finished watering the plants.

I have installed a CCTV camera in our place, both outdoors and indoors. Then I opened the application and started viewing all the cameras. While checking the outdoor camera, I found it was raining in the evening, but she told me that she just watered the plants! Then I switched to the indoor cameras, one in the drawing room and another in the hall.

Everything was fine as usual, but in the afternoon by around 2:30 pm, I saw my wife was getting ready to go somewhere. She was sitting in the hall wearing a yellow saree, a light yellow sleeveless blouse with a deep neck opening, open hair, and a little makeup. She was doing something with her mobile.

I fast-forwarded the video, just wanted to check what her plan was. At 3:00 pm, I saw she opened the main door and Mr. PP entered our place! He sat on a single sofa and asked for a towel to wipe off rainwater from his hand and head. She went to the other room bought a towel and gave it to him.

She took a seat and then they continued talking for some time. The audio was feeble but it was still good enough to understand what they were talking about. Slowly, Mr. PP started praising my wife’s light silk yellow saree. He said it suited her body. He praised her overall personality, her education, and how smart she was in her profession. She was smiling and asked if he would like to have a cup of tea or coffee. He replied yes, since it was raining outside coffee would be a nice beverage.

Then my wife went to the kitchen and Mr. PP kept on staring at her from behind. She came with a tray of two cups of coffee and some snacks. Then she leaned forward to keep the tray on the center table. Her saree pallu slipped from its place to her left arm, and she could not lift it immediately because she was holding the tray. Mr. PP helped her by holding the tray and keeping it on the center table and then she put her pallu back.

My wife’s cleavage was well exposed, from a deep neck blouse of size 44 without pallu and everything was very clearly visible on camera. For sure Mr. PP had a great view of it there.

I was furious about all this. She only wears such attire for ladies’ parties and occasionally for some family functions. She looks great in a saree, and many times I have given compliments to her. But here with Mr. PP was my wife planning to go somewhere or what was the special occasion?

So I fast-forwarded the video for a few more minutes.

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To be continued.

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Hi friends. This is Saurav. I’m from Hyderabad, and I’m 29 years old. Without wasting much time, let me take you to the incident which happened in December 2023

3 of my friends and I planned for a tour of Andhra Pradesh’s Araku. The 3 friends were Amar (31), Shekhar (30) and Rishab (29). We were tired of the tour and trekking. So we decided to visit Shekhar’s village, which was near Araku.

Shekhar’s family consists of just 3 people. His grandfather, his mother and himself. His sister got married and settled in Hyderabad. His Mom’s name is Padma. She was in her 50s, and grandpa in his 80s, but none of them looked old. Both of them were fit because of the healthy food.

Shekar’s dad passed away from COVID. So it was just 2 of them staying in their home town. Shekar stays in pg in Hyderabad since he is working in an IT company. They have huge land for agriculture, and many people come to work as daily labour. We reached their place.

It was a typical village-type home with one bedroom, a small kitchen and a big hall. We rested for an hour and decided to go to the lakeside near his farm. His Mom was still not home. Shekar decided to stay and chat with his grandfather. It was around 7 and already dark.

As soon as we reached near the lake, we heard moaning sounds. So we started walking cautiously and hid ourselves near a tree. We were dumb looking at the scene we had. Shekar’s Mom was getting fucked by a muscular man in missionary.

She had her legs on his shoulder, and he was fucking her furiously like there was no tomorrow. He had an enormous dick, around 8 inches. Shekar’s Mom shouted at him to finish fast since she knew we were home. He unloaded all his cum in her pussy and stood up. His dick was hanging like a BBC dick.

Padma aunty took her petticoat and cleaned his cum oozing out from her pussy. She stood and said in a commanding voice, “You handle the workers tomorrow. I might not come since Shekhar and his friends are home.” Saying so, she started walking off for home.

The three of us saw each other in shock, and we already had a huge bulge in our shorts. Padma aunty became very weak after her husband’s death, but she looks like a Mallu aunty now. Though we never had any bad intentions towards our friend’s Mom, the incident gave all three of us an urge to fuck her.

While heading back, we all planned to fuck her. As soon as we reached home, Padma aunty greeted us all. We had our dinner and chatted for some time. Shekar’s grandpa was ready for his bedtime. He had a small cot in the hall.

So we were sure that the bedroom was for Padma aunty. It didn’t have a door also, like many homes in villages don’t have. We greeted Padma aunty and slept on the floor in the hall. We all know Shekhar takes sound sleep, so we were waiting for our plan to be executed.

Around 12:30 am, Shekhar started snoring. It was Amar’s turn to start since he was the tallest, strongest and had the biggest dick amongst us. He purposefully went to Padma’s aunty and woke her up. He started the conversation.

Amar – Sorry to disturb you, aunty. I’m unable to sleep there since there are a lot of mosquitoes and there are power cuts again and again.

Padma aunty – I’m so sorry, beta. Power cuts have been an issue. No problem, you can sleep here. I’ll sleep on the floor.

Amar – It’s ok, aunty. I’ll get my bed sheet here and sleep on the floor.

Aunty agreed, and he arranged himself near aunt’s bed

Amar – Life might be very difficult without uncle. He used to take care of everything

Aunty – Yes, beta. It was a difficult phase for me. But I have overcome it now to support Shekhar emotionally

Amar – Yes, aunty. There are others to support you physically as well.

Padma aunty was literally confused with Amar’s words and said, “I didn’t get you, beta.”

Amar – I was near the lake watching your show with that worker

Padma Aunty was shocked and begged Amar not to tell anyone. Amar put his palms on aunt’s shoulders and said, “You don’t have to worry, aunty. You can trust me. And I have never thought of you in that way. I’ll be there to take care of you.”

Saying so, Amar hugged Padma aunty. She was resisting, but his grip was so strong that he didn’t let her move. He started rubbing her back. We were watching the show and waiting for our turn. After a lot of struggle and fear, she started giving up.

Padma aunty – It should be just in between us, please. Otherwise, my name will be spoiled. What about the other friends?

Amar – Don’t worry, aunty. They are in deep sleep. They have no idea of what has happened.

Saying so, they both started kissing wildly. They were sweating heavily. In no time, they were naked. We could see Padma Aunty’s huge boobs hanging.

Amar’s cock was already fully erected to its 7-inch size. Amar lifted Padma aunty and laid her on the bed. Her ass was near the corner. Amar sat on his knees and spread Padma’s legs.

He started sucking her pussy like a hungry dog. He was fucking her with his tongue. She was on cloud 9. He sucked her clits for a good time, and it was time for action.

As planned, Amar would fuck her ass first. So he asked Aunt to get in the doggy style, and he applied saliva on her ass. Aunt was scared by his actions but he convinced her that it’s normal in cities. He slowly inserted the tip of cock in her ass. She was crying in pain.

He calmed down for a few seconds and started again. After a few strokes, her pain was gone, and she started enjoying her virgin ass fucked. Our plan one was successful. Now it was time for me and Rishab to get into action. We removed our clothes there and stood near the room.

As planned, Amar lifted aunty in his arms. Her hands were on his shoulders, and her legs were surrounding his waist. He held her ass firmly and inserted it in her pussy. It was an easy task to enter her pussy since it was already fucked by a monster cock.

He was fucking her, and we went behind aunty, and I inserted my dick in her ass. I inserted my dick in her ass and put my palm on her lips, not allowing her to shout. Tears started rolling from her eyes, realising what a mess she had created.

Being treated like a slut by her own son’s friends. No doubt she was enjoying. After double penetrating her for 5 minutes, we stopped and put her in bed.

Padma aunty – Please, beta. This is a sin. I shouldn’t be doing this.

She begged us to leave, fearing Shekhar might wake up, but we were in no mood to stop now.

Me – Don’t worry, aunty. We will be done soon.

Saying so, I pounced on her. Positioned me in between her legs and placed my cock near her pussy. It was already dripping juices. With just one slip, my cock disappeared into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me. Rishab took his cock near his aunt’s mouth.

Without any resistance, she held it and started giving him a nice blowjob. No doubt she was a great sucker. Amar didn’t waste time, either. He started sucking his aunt’s melons. It was already 2 am. Rishab wanted to fuck aunt’s pussy. So he laid down. Aunt went on top of him, and she directed his dick in her pussy

She started bouncing up and down. Rishab held her and started kissing her. I was too horny to control myself. So I inserted my cock in her ass. We both doubled her for about 15 minutes. She already had orgasm twice because of the intense fuck.

Now, it was Amar’s turn. He lifted her and put her on the wall. He started fucking her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was thirsty, so I went into the kitchen to get some water. I had the biggest shock of my life. Shekhar was standing there like a statue. I know he already has watched the show.

Me – Bro, I’m really sorry, but it was not intentional. We saw you.

Shekar interrupted and said, “I already know Mom has an affair in the village. But I understand her feelings that she was lonely after my dad passed away. I never gave her any hint that I got to know everything from a friend in the village.”

I took it as a positive note and convinced him.

Me – Bro, you are such a good son who understands Mom’s feelings. Instead of giving others a chance, why don’t you satisfy her on your own?

Shekar – It’s a sin. I can’t do that.

I could see that he had a hard-on in his shorts.

Me – look at that sin. Come on, dude. Every human has his own needs. Forget that she is your Mom and treat her like a woman.

I took his hand and pulled her towards the room. Amar was fucking aunt’s pussy in a doggy position. I winked at Amar, and he understood the next step. I tapped on Shekhar’s back and asked him to go. He pulled down his boxer, removed his t-shirt and went near Amar.

Shekar was shivering with the excitement. Amar removed his dick. And guided Shekhar’s cock near his Mom’s pussy. Shekar held his Mom’s waist firmly, and Amar guided his dick in her pussy. Aunt thought it was me who was fucking her since she was busy sucking Rishabh’s dick.

Shekar was so excited fucking his Mom that he couldn’t control his emotions, and he came inside her pussy. I went near him and asked him to get out of the room. He obliged. Aunt thought it was Amar who came inside her. But she was wondering how is his dick still erect.

Amar said that he still has some stamina left, which is why he is still erect. Aunt didn’t doubt. Rishab took his turn and laid aunt and fucked her in a missionary position. Aunt was pushing his ass deeper and deeper, asking him to fuck fast. The whole room was filled with thap thap sounds.

Rishab came inside and collapsed there. Then I took my turn. I lay down, and my aunt was on my top. I held her ass and started stroking her hard. My entire crotch area was with her juices and Rishabh’s cum. Within a few minutes, I came in pussy.

Now Amar took his turn. Aunt and I didn’t move. My dick was still inside her. Amar inserted in her ass and started fucking her mercilessly. She was feeling the best sex of her life. I could sense her vagina gripping my dick hard. After 10 minutes of hard shots, both Amar and aunt cum together.

Aunt was completely exhausted and satisfied. She didn’t even bother to clean up the mess and cover herself. She slept there itself. It was already 4 in the morning. We went to our respective places and dressed ourselves. Shekar was already sleeping.

Around 6 am, Shekhar pushed me to wake me up. I could barely open my eyes. But there was another shock I couldn’t believe my eyes. Padma’s aunty was still in her sleep. Shekhar’s grandfather had his lungi up and tried to insert in her pussy. Their cum was already oozing out.

Though he was old, he had a good erection. I couldn’t resist looking at his actions. He adjusted her legs so that he could enter her easily. So he fucked his sleeping daughter-in-law and came inside her. He kissed her cheek and came back to his cot. We acted as if we were in sleep.

The next day before leaving, we all had one round with Padma aunty. She didn’t realise that she was also fucked by her son and FIL.

Hope you guys enjoyed my incident and had a good time masturbating. Any ladies can mail me for your views and hookup at [email protected].