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Hi, I am Anand. I am 22 years old, and I am a tall black color boy. I have a 6-inch big black dick. About my mother: She is 40 years old, a little fat, and has big boobs and a huge ass. She has a very good body structure.

Let’s get into the story. In our family, my mother, I, and my father, only three members are there. But I lost my father when I was 18 years old because of health issues. So, my mom and I are only two of the three in the family.

One day I went to college, but I returned home back in 1 hour because of the strike of the people on the roads. My mom did not know about it and I also did not tell her.

I went home and opened the window to take the key because my mother used to go to work at the same time. But I saw that my mother was nude and sucking the cock of the grocery shop owner! I was shocked and got angry to see it. I went out and returned home after 5 pm.

Mom: How was your day?

I didn’t reply to any of her questions, went to my room, and closed my door.

Mom: Why are you so angry? Is there any issue with you, my boy?

I said nothing. Then she called me to have tea and snacks. She called me and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I came down to have tea and snacks. Then I saw my mom was washing the plates.

Before that incident, I never had a bad thought about my mom. But after this, I really had bad thoughts and started to admire her body. While she was washing the plates, I was watching her ass and boobs shaking, especially I love her big ass. It looked awesome to me.

After eating dinner, I went to my room and started masturbating thinking of my mom. Now, I wanted to fuck her. I cummed and I slept at night. The next day I planned to fuck her, so I was not going to college.

She asked me: Why are you not going to college?

I said: It is a holiday for my department.

In the morning, I ate my breakfast, and I was sitting on the sofa, watching my slut mom doing work. She also told me that she would not go to work today.

After some time, I called her and told her to sit next to me on the sofa. She did what I said to her. I was wearing my shorts without any innerwear and no t-shirt because I used to be like this at my home. Me and my mom were talking about some past things and we were laughing. Then I got in the full mood of watching her boobs. I removed my shorts and my penis was fully erect. She was shocked and asked me.

Mom: What are you doing now?

Me: I want to fuck you, mom.

Mom: What? I am your mother!

Me: So, what?

My mom said: No, it’s wrong and this should not be done.

Then I said: I saw you were giving a blowjob to the grocery shop owner yesterday.

She became shocked and started to blabber.

I then said to her: Don’t act like you did nothing.

Then I made her hold my cock in her hands and started to press her boobs. She was responding and started to moan a little. Then I started to kiss her on her lips gently. She was also a good kisser. I told her to remove her dress. She did and became fully nude.

She was really not looking like 40 years old. Her body was white and she was looking hot.

Then she asked me: I am a 40-year-old lady. Are you ok with it?

I said: I am fully ok and I love to fuck old ladies (she laughed at me).

Then she knelt and started to give me a blowjob. When she took my cock in her mouth, it was very nice feeling and I started to moan.

She then said: Son, you have a very large and very hard cock. Since your father died, I am waiting for this type of cock to fuck me.

I asked: Do you like it?

She said: Yes, I like it very much. I love it.

We both then went to the bedroom and I pushed her to bed.

I asked her: I love to do hardcore fuck. It may hurt. Is that ok with you?

She smiled and told me: Yes, it’s ok. Now, don’t waste time. Come, fuck and tear my holes.

I went to bed, spat on her face, held her hair, and slapped her face hard.

I slapped her and said: You slut lady.

She was shouting in pain and enjoying it. Her face became red. Then I spat some saliva in her pussy and started to eat her pussy. It was very wet. I even slapped her pussy. She jumped on bed when I did it.

At last, I started to slap and fuck her ass at the same time. She was moaning very loudly, “Ahhh ahhh..” Soon I cummed in her mouth and she drank it. We both slept nude in the same bed.

After some time, we both woke up and started to do our second season. We were enjoying the day.

I laid on the bed, and she sat on me and got fucked. Now we both were hungry. She went to the kitchen nude and started to prepare food. I again started to fuck her in the kitchen also. Then we both ate the food.

I fucked her on the dining table and released my cum in her mouth. She loved to eat my cum without any hesitation. I loved her ass more than anything. I slapped on her ass very hard and loved to hear her moaning sound. It was very nice. She was also enjoying it. Sometimes, she also slapped on my ass. I liked her asshole, and while fucking her mouth, I pissed in her mouth, and she even drank it. Then I said sorry for this.

She said: It’s ok, we had a great time together.

After this incident, I fuck and satisfy her regularly. I fuck her many times a day, and on weekends we both remain nude at home.

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 36 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 chooche aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati “Ghosh Babu” meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardon ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere choochon ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani.

Pichle part mein aapne padha hai ki chut ka paani pilane ke baad maine Bhima se apni gaand chatwayi. Jis tareeke se usne meri gaand chaati, aur gaand ke chhed ko choosa, mujhe jannat mein pahuncha diya. Fir maine usko apne boobs chaatne ke liye kaha. Ab aage badhte hai.

Ab main Bhima ke saamne bilkul nangi bed par leti hui thi. Mere gore-gore bade nipples waale raseele boobs dekh kar uski aankhon mein hawas ka samundar behne lag gaya tha. Mujhe nangi karne ke baad woh dobara mere upar aaya, aur mere boobs ki taraf uske hath badhe.

Usne mere dono boobs par apne dono hath rakhe, aur boobs ko masalne lag gaya. Fir usne apna muh mere ek nipple ko lagaya, aur dudh ke liye jo bachha bhookha hota hai uski tarah choosne laga. Doosre hath se woh mere doosre boob ko lagataar masal raha tha. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha.

Woh apne muh mein mere nipple ko zor se door tak kheenchta, aur fir chhodh deta. Isme badi madhur si awaaz aati, aur ajeeb sa maza bhi mil raha tha. Kuch der aisa hi chalta raha. Neeche se uska khada hua lund kapdon ke andar se meri chut par takra raha tha.

Uske lund ko mehsoos karke meri chut paani-paani hue jaa rahi thi.

Fir maine usse kaha: Bhima, mujhe apne muh ki bhi safayi karwani hai.

Bhima ye sun kar thoda confuse ho gaya. Fir woh mujhe bola-

Bhima: Madam, woh kaise hogi?

Main: Ruko main batati hu tumhe, pehle mere upar se peeche hato.

Fir Bhima mere upar se hatt gaya, aur bed se neeche utar kar khada ho gaya. Ab woh bed ke paas khada tha. Fir main uthi, aur taange neeche zameen par karke bed par hi baithi rahi. Main ab baithi thi, aur Bhima mere paas khada tha. Uska khada hua lund mujhe uske kapdon ke andar se dikh raha tha.

Fir maine hath aage badhaya, aur uske lund ko uske kapdon se azaad karke baahar nikaal liya. Uska lund kisi saamp ki tarah fanfana raha tha. Uske lund se maine apni nazrein hatayi, aur uske chehre ki taraf dekhte hue boli-

Main: Muh saaf karne ke liye daatun ki zaroorat hoti hai. Aur ye daatun to kaafi badi aur tikau lag rahi hai. Ye mere muh ko ache se saaf kar degi.

Ye bolte hi maine apne hath mein uska lund pakda, aur apni jeebh us par firane lagi. Ab main bade pyar se uske poore lund par upar se neeche, neeche se upar jeebh fer rahi thi. Isse Bhima ko maza aa raha tha, aur woh halki awaaz mein ahh ahh bhi kar raha tha.

Fir maine apna muh khola, aur lund ko dheere-dheere muh mein lene lagi. Waise uska lund kaafi bada tha, aur itne bade lund ko muh mein lena mushkil hota hai. Lekin main itne saare aur bade se bade lund choos chuki hu, ki uske lund ko araam se muh mein leke choosne lag gayi.

Main dheere-dheere uska lund choosne ki speed badhane lagi. Woh bhi kamar hila kar apne lund ko mere muh mein aage-peeche karne laga. Fir usne mere baal pakad liye, aur zor-zor se mere muh ko chodne laga. Woh mujhe beech-beech mein choke bhi karta, jisme mujhe bahut maza aata.

Ab mujhe usse chudna tha. To main uska lund muh se baahar nikaal kar khadi ho gayi, aur usko bed par dhakka de kar lita liya. Fir main uske upar aayi, aur uske lund ko hath mein liya. Doston kisi mard ka bada lund aurat ke liye anmol hota hai.

Maine uske lund ko apni chut par set kiya. Fir ek hi jhatke mein poora lund andar lete hue uske upar baith gayi. Poora lund ek hi baar mein chut mein lene se jo dard hota hai, woh mujhe bahut pasand hai. Isme meri aur uski dono ki ahh nikal gayi.

Fir maine apne hath uski chaudi chaati par rakhe, aur apni gaand ko upar-neeche karke uske lund se apni chut chudwani shuru ki. Main apni gaand ko poora upar karti, jab tak lund chut ke muh tak naa aa jaye, aur fir zor se neeche maarti. Isse ek to awaaz badi madhur nikalti hai jisse josh aur badh jata hai.

Aur is tarah karne se lund seedhe aurat ki bachhe-dani ki deewar par lagta hai, jisme bahut maza aata hai. Ab main full speed se uske lund par kood kar apni chut chudwa rahi thi. Mere hath mere baalon mein the. Mere mote-mote boobs hawa mein uchal kar Bhima ko ek manmohak drishya de rahe the.

Bhima beech-beech mein mere boobs par thappad maarta, aur kabhi mere boobs ke nipples ko masal deta. Kabhi woh mujhe mere boobs se pakad kar apni taraf kheenchta. Mere hontho se apne honth mila kar, mere hontho ka rass peene lagta. Hum dono hi charamsukh praapt kar rahe the.

Takreeban 15-minute main aise hi uske lund par uchalti rahi. Lekin uska lund abhi jhadne ke bilkul mood mein nahi tha. Fir maine usko mere upar aane ko kaha, aur uske upar se hatt kar uski side mein let gayi. Bhima jaldi se mere upar aaya, aur meri dono taango ko apne kandho par rakh liya.

Uske baad usne apne lund ko meri chut par set kiya, aur fach se ek hi baar mein poora ghusa diya. Ahhh! Mujhe isme bahut maza aaya. Ab woh tabad-tod speed se meri chut ko apne tagde lund se chodne laga. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha, aur main zor-zor se maze se bhari siskariyan le rahi thi.

Chut ke paani ki wajah se chap-chap, jaanghon aur chootadon ke takraane ki wajah se thap-thap, aur bed ke hilne ki wajah se choo-choo ki awaaze mahaul ko aur garam bana rahi thi. Takreeban aadhe ghante tak woh tagde lund wala sher meri chut ka shikaar karta raha.

Fir usne ahh ahh karna shuru kar diya. Main samajh gayi thi ki uska nikalne wala tha. Dil to bahut tha ki uske maal ko apni chut ki gehraiyon mein lelu, lekin main risk nahi le sakti thi.

Maine usko apne upar se hataya, aur uske lund ko apne muh mein leke zabardast blowjob dene lagi. Kuch hi minto mein uska lund foolne laga, aur maine uska saara maal apne face aur boobs par le liya.

Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye 📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Hello, dear readers. Thank you for your response or feedback on my previous story, ‘My Dream Girl Renuka.’ Now, I’m writing my another experience with my neighbour’s widow also.  But guys, please don’t ask pics or anything for validation or any reason. Please respect the privacy.

I am Shashank, a 22-year-old young man whose heart beats for a woman named Samyukta. My feelings for Samyukta were deeper than friendship. She was 33, beautiful, graceful, and weighed down by her husband’s demise. He had passed away after being struck by lightning on his way home from work.

She was truly captivating, her beauty reminiscent of the South Indian actress Tamannah. Her graceful curves and elegant silhouette radiated a sense of femininity that was simply mesmerizing. Her luminous skin and expressive features further accentuated her striking allure.

Long, flowing hair that gently framed her face and drew attention to her enchanting eyes. She was the perfect blend of charm and sophistication, especially when adorned in beautiful traditional sarees. Every time I saw her, I was struck by how lucky anyone who got to be with her must feel.

My thoughts often wandered off into daydreams about her. I indulged in fantasies that made my heart race.  Samyukta was not just a widow. She was a devoted mother to her 14-year-old daughter, Manisha.

As the days passed, my infatuation grew stronger. With each glance I shared with Samyukta feeling charged with unspoken words and unexpressed desires. But how could I, a daring young man, introduce romance into this story? Every plan I devised to get closer to her seemed to vanish into thin air.

Then, just two days before Samyukta’s birthday, inspiration struck me. I recalled how much she missed happiness. Birthdays made her reminiscent of happier times with her late husband. If I could make this birthday unforgettable, perhaps I could open the door to her heart.

With determination, I decided that I would not only wish her a happy birthday, I would woo her. My plan involved a subtle blend of romance and surprise. I decided to buy her a stunning saree—a bright red and gold that I imagined would accentuate her beauty perfectly.

I thought of how her eyes would light up when she saw it, picturing her gratitude mixed with a hint of intrigue. On the morning of her birthday, I presented it to her, my heart racing. Later that day, at the birthday celebration, I made my move.

I told Manisha that I and her mother needed to step out for a while, making sure to keep our little adventure a secret. With a charming smile, I assured her I’d take good care of her mother and we will be back soon.  What followed was a long drive, laughter in the air as we shared stories light-hearted and profound.

We arrived at a secluded hotel decorated with romantic, honeymoon-style decorations. My heart pounded with expectation. I had planned every detail meticulously, wanting everything to be perfect for Samyukta. “Trust me,” I said & handed her a cloth to tie around her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment. But my reassuring smile encouraged her to comply. As I guided her through the entrance, excitement bubbled inside. Once we reached the centre of the room, I gently removed the cloth from her eyes.

The look on Samyukta’s face was everything I had hoped for—surprise mixed with awe. The dim lights, beautiful decorations, and soft music created a magical atmosphere. As the surprise sank in, I felt hopeful that this moment would spark something deeper.

Timidly, stepped closer, feeling the tension rise. I began to speak sweetly to her, praising her beauty and strength. Yet, I sensed her hesitation, her body language shouting caution as she took a small step back.

“I know you’ve gone through so much,” I said softly, “and I can only imagine the pain you’ve felt. But just for this moment, can we forget about the past?”

As the distance between us closed, I leaned in, still my heart racing. I brushed my lips against her neck, my touch eliciting a gasp from her lips. She was torn—her heart wary but her body betraying her intrigue. Her resistance waned as I tenderly kissed her, whispering sweet words that echoed in the still room.

She gasped and said, “Oh dear, what have you done? I am a good woman.” I replied, “I couldn’t help it. I can’t walk away from you. Why are you holding onto your values for that foolish drunk who ruined everything for you?”

At that moment, under the shimmering lights and vibrant décor, time felt suspended. I realized that love could be a powerful force, one that could heal wounds and ignite passion even in the most unexpected circumstances.

As Samyukta gave in to the embrace, I found a connection that was both exhilarating and bittersweet. As time went on, Samyukta’s saree slipped a bit, making her look even more beautiful. I gently pressed her against the wall, holding her hands with one hand while my other arm wrapped around her waist.

She struggled to break free, but there was an undeniable connection between us. I could feel the desire between us growing stronger. I pressed my lips softly against Samyukta’s. Her lips craved mine, and soon, she couldn’t resist kissing me back. We were both caught up in this beautiful moment together.

As we kissed, Samyukta’s hand gently moved down to my pants, and she started to touch me. In return, I couldn’t help but caress her soft curves through her blouse. Our kisses deepened, and we shared our warmth and sweetness.

Samyukta was still shedding tears, but they were tears of joy. I leaned closer and kissed her softly, exploring with my tongue. She protested playfully.

Samyukta: No, Shashank, this isn’t right… Ah!

Me: What’s wrong, Bhabhi? Aren’t you enjoying this?

Samyukta: Oh, I am having fun. But please, call me by my name.

Me: Of course, Samyukta ji.

Samyukta: Just Samyukta.

Me: Okay.

I turned to my darling neighbour and gently opened her blouse, planting soft kisses on her back. She seemed thrilled and excited. As I brushed against her, my heart raced. I held her close, feeling her warmth, while she playfully pressed back against me.

Her excitement was palpable, and I felt drawn to her. I lovingly removed her blouse, noticing how she trembled with every touch. We shared a beautiful moment, lost in each other. I carefully took off her saree, creating a sense of intimacy between us.

My beautiful neighbour was standing there before me, completely bare. At that moment, a rush of desire coursed through me, whispering thoughts that were quite bold. Yet, as I gazed upon her exquisite, innocent face, a wave of compassion washed over me.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her vulnerability at that moment. It was a mix of longing and tenderness that made me pause. I considered both the attraction and the emotions at play.

Samyukta sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a playful glint in her eyes. She reached over, took hold of my pants, and gently pulled me closer to her.

With delicate fingers, she began to work on the buttons of my shirt, slowly and teasingly unveiling the skin beneath. She kissed her way down my chest. Her lips felt warm and soft against me, igniting a spark of passion. It was as if she hungered for me, savouring every moment.

With a loving gaze, she finally slid my pants off and saw my big cock. As she caught sight of my excitement, her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, “Oh my, what is this?! It’s so much bigger than Viraj!” I smiled and responded softly, “Yes, it is.”

Her gaze lingered as she replied, “I really like it; it’s so impressively large.” I comforted her with gentle reassurance, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s just right—there’s nothing to fear; it will fit perfectly.”

As I spoke, I gently lifted her and kissed her, my fingers tangling in her hair. She was still a little shy, but I couldn’t hold back. With a soft push, she fell onto the bed. I climbed over her, and together, we explored each other’s warmth with our tongues.

In a moment of passion, I found myself intimately connected with my widow neighbour, my heart racing as I teased her with the gentle touches of my manhood. Her body trembled with anticipation, her legs quivering as she begged for release.

“Please, Samyukta I whispered. “Just a moment longer. Can you bear it?” She let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowed with desire. “I’ve waited for a whole year, my dear. I can’t wait any longer!”

Her plea was impossible to resist, and I gave in to the moment, losing myself in the warmth and wetness of her embrace.

I gently lifted both of her legs and pulled her close to me. I then attempted to enter her with delicate care, but Samyukta whispered, “Please go slow. I can’t handle this much so big.”

I reassured her by saying, “I’ll try my best, but it’s hard to control as it glides over your smoothness.” Frustrated, she took charge and said, “Stop, give it to me. I’ll take it in myself.”

In a shy manner, she gently took hold of my manhood with her tender hands. She then delicately spit on her other hand and applied the moisture to the tip of my shaft. With a seductive glance, she glided my manhood along her silken womanhood.

Grasping it firmly, she guided it inside her warm and inviting entrance.

Samyukta: Please, a little more pressure would be nice.

Me: Of course.

Slowly and gently, I began to unite our bodies, with the tip of my manhood entering her sacred space. She let out a soft sigh as she released her hold on me.

“Samyukta, the time has come. Let us not wait any longer. I can no longer resist this desire.” I moved with caution, allowing her to adjust to my presence, but then, with a surge of passion, I filled her.

Samyukta: Oh my! What happened? Please remove it. Ah!

Me: Give it a moment. It’s only just entered.

Samyukta: No, no, it’s causing me discomfort. It feels like it’s getting stuck inside me.

Me: Just bear with it for a little while longer, my love.

Samyukta: What am I doing? Having intimate relations with my hot neighbour!

Me: Let go of all these thoughts and focus on the moment we’re sharing.

I began to make love to my beautiful neighbour passionately. Her embrace was incredibly tight, causing my heart to get stuck in her affection again and again. She then requested me to spit, and I obliged. I spit on my heart, stuck in her embrace, and continued to make love to her.

Samyukta: Ohh ohh, please pull back (sigh), I can’t bear it anymore.

Me: Quiet, someone might hear us!

Samyukta: Oh, it hurts so much.

Me: Is it causing me a lot of discomfort? Should I pull back?

Samyukta: No, just take it slow.

She kept screaming, and I kept fucking her. Now she started pushing me again and again with her hands so that the cock did not go inside completely. I was not enjoying it. I removed both her legs from my shoulders and kept them aside, pressed the legs with one hand, and held her hand with the other.

In between, I pressed her nipples as well, due to which she was getting hotter. This process went on for about 30 minutes.

Me: I’ll love you even more passionately.

Samyukta: No, (said with more intensity) if you increase the pace of your affection, oh! I might just lose myself in the moment.

Hearts were racing as we found ourselves lost in the heat of the moment. She, with her beauty in full bloom, and I, drawn in by her allure. With a delicate touch, she began to explore her own body, igniting a spark within both of us.

Enticed by the sight, I moved closer and gently guided her leg, taking hold of her hand as well. With tender care, I caressed her, my touch sending shivers down her spine. And with a passion that took our breath away, I loved her fully, our hearts beating as one.

She bit her lip, slowly parting her legs. I carefully positioned myself on top of her, making love with a passion. Occasionally, she would signal for me to pause, but her eyes pleaded for me to continue, to bring her ultimate pleasure.

I poured all my strength into every thrust, and her body responded in kind. Her legs trembled, and she whispered her desire into my eyes.

Samyukta: Please, don’t stop. I promise you, keep going. Show me pure bliss today. I have been yearning for so long. Sate my desires, oh, love me deeply.

My neighbour Bhabhi reached the pinnacle of joy. Her body tensed up. Her breath hitched. At first, I was afraid, but I continued. I made love to her with a fierce passion. Soon, she began to feel thrilled and let go of my hands, gripping the bedsheets instead.

I gently caressed her breasts, and at that moment, she let out a passionate scream and tossed her head around in pleasure. She attempted to reach down between her legs, but I prevented her from doing so.

Suddenly, she let out a passionate sigh and was lost in a moment of pure bliss. Gradually, she returned to reality and wrapped her arms around me. I paused, and she guided me to lay on top of her. She then pressed her lips against mine in a tender kiss.

Samyukta: Today, you have brought me an overwhelming joy that I have never experienced before. I am deeply grateful to you.

Me: You don’t have to do anything extra. Your company is more than enough for me. I am so drawn to you, and I can’t get enough.

Samyukta: I am here for you, completely and utterly. You have my heart and I trust you with it. Do with it as you will.

Me: Thank you, I appreciate that. At that moment, I also reached my peak of pleasure.

Samyukta: You don’t have to worry about me leaving. I am here for you, and I welcome your love and affection.

Me: If I set aside my worries, can I rely on you to take the lead?

Samyukta: Yes, please feel free to let go of your inhibitions and trust me to guide us. It’s essential to be fully present and supportive in intimate moments until the end.

Me: I understand and do my best to follow your lead.

Samyukta: There’s nothing to worry about in that department. My menstrual cycle just ended a few days ago, so we’re in the clear for this month. Please feel free to express yourself without any concerns.

Me: Thank you for assuring me. I’ll try to relax and enjoy the moment with you.

In a passionate daze, I couldn’t get enough of her as we intimately connected. She never once pulled away from our deep kisses, sometimes initiating them by tenderly exploring my mouth with her tongue.

Her touch was electrifying as she held my hand while gently caressing her breasts. My arousal grew even stronger. I began making love to her with fervour, causing our bodies to make soft sounds as I thrust into her with all my might.

Me: Oh, the moment is almost here!

Samyukta: Take it easy, love. Just breathe.

Me: There we go, sweetheart. Just take your time.

Samyukta: I can’t take it anymore! Let it go now.

Me: Yes…yes…done.

Samyukta: Ah, it’s finally out.

Me: Did you like it?

Samyukta: Yes, I wish I could be with you every day.

Me: Just give me a call whenever you can.

Samyukta: Of course, and you can come to me anytime you like. Just remember me.

Me: I will.

We both got dressed and left for home.

I hope you will all like my story. If you like it, do reply to me, and feel free to contact me at [email protected].

Hi all,

This is the story of a chat friend who doesn’t want to share their email ID. I’m Madhusudhan, 40 male from Bangalore. For any comments regarding the story, any woman/couple in any relationship can reach me at [email protected].

The story will be in the words of Dinesh going forward.

Hi friends, I am Dinesh, aged 33 working in the IT sector in Chennai. My wife is Kanishka, and she is 28. We have been happily married for the last 7 years. We have one kid at the age of 6. Our sex life was going great when we got married.

As you know, due to parental pressures, my wife conceived after 3 months of our marriage. Due to some medical reasons, we had to stop our sex till my wife delivered the baby. During that time, whenever I got horny, Kanishka used to give me a nice blowjob, though she didn’t drink my cum.

But the frequency of that also reduced once her belly started becoming bigger. I also used to lick her pussy and sometimes tried fingering too. After the delivery, again my wife got busy taking care of the kid. Our son doesn’t sleep much at night. So she takes care of him at night and is in a sleepy state during day time.

I also couldn’t force her for sex, though both of us needed it. But we somehow managed to do it once or twice a week. Months went by like this with nothing much happening between us. Once my son was 3 years old, that’s when we started finding time and rekindled our lost sex relationship.

He started going to school also. So we would fuck madly during 9 to 10 am and a few days again in the night also. Now our son is 6 years old. During April/May 2024, we asked Kanishka’s parents to come to take care of our kid so that we could go for a week-long trip.

The incident which I’m going to tell about happened a couple of months ago when we were on our 2nd honeymoon in Coorg. We reached Coorg on a Wednesday morning and checked in to the resort that we had booked. It’s an average resort with 6 huts and 2 rooms in each hut.

The rooms were pretty big for a couple and it had an attached bathroom. The moment the room boy kept all the luggage, we closed the room. Kanishka jumped onto me and started to kiss me. I said I wanted to refresh first, but she was in no mood to do it.

She started to remove my shirt buttons one by one, but it was getting difficult. So she ripped open the shirt, and some of the buttons fell on the floor. She placed her lips on my nipples and started to lick, kiss and bite them. That was my weak spot. I, too, was playing with her ass and boobs at that time.

Then I made her lie on the bed, started to suck her boobs. Kanishka has round-shaped 34D boobs, and her nipples are dark brown. I sucked her nipples one by one and groped them. At times, I even crushed both boobs and sucked both nipples at the same time.

That was making her more horny. She moved her hands down and unhooked my pants. She let her hands inside my pants and held my cock, which was starting to get harder. When Kanishka gets horny, she will go very aggressive, and that’s what happened today. She started to crush my balls and cock.

Though it used to be painful, I was enjoying that too. We rolled over, and now she was on top of me. She kissed (literally biting) me on my lips and lowered the pants down. She removed her top and her jeans. She was sitting next to me with her bra and panties.

I was lying on the bed with my pants lowered to my knees. Now she bent down and touched the tip of my cock with her tongue. She circled the tip of my cock with her tongue and was making me go horny. I kept pressing one of her boobs and playing with her nipple.

Slowly she started to put the top of the cock into her mouth and started to suck it gently. I wish every guy gets a wife/gf like mine who sucks so well. She kept increasing the speed of sucking and also was going deep. Now, more than 5 inches of my 6-inch was inside her mouth.

The room was filled with her slurping sound. Saliva was oozing out of her mouth from one side and fell on the cock, but who looks at decency in sex. After 5 minutes of sucking, she got up and removed her panties. She came on top of me, adjusted my cock and inserted it into her pussy.

My cock was already wet from her sucking, but her pussy was still dry. It was a little painful for her. She spit out some saliva on my belly. I rubbed it with my hands and inserted my hand into her pussy to lubricate it. Now she adjusted again and started to insert her pussy into my cock.

This time, it was not so difficult for my cock to pierce into her pussy. She slowly started to move up and down. When she gets tired after a minute, I will move my hip up and down and fuck her. We fucked like that for 10 minutes, and then I released my cum entirely into her pussy.

Kanishka fell on top of me and kissed me. This time, it was gentle and with love. We cuddled each other for a few minutes and lay in the bed.

“Mmmm. Sarath, I love you. Go deeper, my love. Yeah, my man. That’s it, that’s it. Keep digging harder, tear my pussy apart.”

We looked at each other and realized that the sound was coming from the nearby room. It’s a wooden wall, so we were able to hear the sound easily. Not sure if they heard us screaming during our session and got horny. We smiled and got up from our bed, went naked to the bathroom and took a bath.

We did a few foreplays like fingering, sucking boobs, cock and a lot of kissing. We came out of the bathroom after half an hour and ordered lunch from the reception. In another 15 minutes, the room boy came with a few plates of dishes, which we ordered and some more food as well.

After handing over our food, he went directly to the next door and knocked on it. Out of curiosity, I waited to see the couples. When the door opened, the guy came out and got the food. He looked at me and we both smiled at each other.

Kanishka and I took a small nap in the afternoon after lunch. When we woke up, it was 4:30 p.m. So we ordered tea and waited outside the room. There used to be an umbrella where four or five people could sit. While we were having our tea and snacks, the next door opened, and the couple walked towards us.

“Hi, I’m Sarath.”

I thought, I already know that.

“I’m Dinesh.”

His wife shook hands with my wife. Her name was Divya. They had come from Hyderabad for a vacation. They were also almost the same age as us. We started chatting about our work, family and everything. It was almost 6 pm, and it was starting to get a little cold and dark too.

Sarath: Don’t mind me asking, do you drink Dinesh?

Dinesh: Yes, I do. But there are not many options in the resort. And we needed to go at least 10 km into the town to get something.

We were staying in a resort outside the main town.

Sarath: I also noticed it. Can we go together and buy some stuff while the ladies can relax in the rooms?

Dinesh: Yeah, sure

We went out around 6:30 pm and came back by 8:30 pm. What we saw once we entered the room made us go dumb. What happened in those 2 hours will be explained by Kanishka in her words.

Hi Dears, Kanishka here. Once my hubby and Sarath went out to buy some liquor, me and Divya went to our rooms. After a few minutes, I knocked at Divya’s door. I was feeling bored staying alone in the room and, hence came to talk with her. When 2 girls start to interact, there is no hiding in between.

Divya: Hi Kanishka.

Kanishka: Hi Divya.

Divya: If you don’t mind, can I tell you something?

Kanishka: Yeah, Sure Divya.

Divya: Thanks for everything.

Kanishka: For what? I didn’t do anything to you, right?

Divya: Not to me. But Sarath and I had great sex today after a long time.

Kanishka: Yeah, I know.

Divya: You know? How?

Kanishka: We heard your moans.

Divya: Oh, I feel embarrassed now.

Kanishka: Don’t be. But why are you saying thanks to me for that?

Divya: We, too, heard your moans, and that’s what woke up the fire in my hubby. Our sex life has been very normal for the last few years. My hubby would come, suck my boobs for 2 minutes, finger me and directly insert. Everything will get over in a max 10-15 minutes. But today, when he heard your moans, I saw a difference in him.

Kanishka: Oh, good. I hope he continues it even when he is not hearing any moans because we won’t be with you always. Haha!

Divya: Yeah, that’s what I’m also worried about. (She started sobbing a little)

Kanishka: Why are you crying, Divya?

Divya: No, dear. You don’t know how much I suffered without sex in the last few years. I didn’t want to go out with another man either. I thought my life would be over like this, and I would also end up living like many women out there.

Kanishka: That’s ok. Now that it has started again, I hope everything will become better.

To console her, I hugged her slightly. She hugged me, too. Her head was on my left shoulder. Her hands were now on my hips. Her hot breath was flowing on my neck and some parts of my shoulders, which made me go horny. I felt some fire burning up between us.

I started to grope my hips harder, and she slightly kept her lips on my shoulder. It felt completely different from a man’s kiss. The next minute, I lifted her and started to kiss her lips. She was taken back a little but was in no mood to resist what was happening. She also started to kiss me back.

At the same time, I moved my hands from her hip towards my boobs. I gently groped her boobs and started to play with it. Then I kissed her all over her face, then went down near the boobs. She understood what I wanted and removed her t-shirt and bra. I started to kiss them gently while groping the other boobs.

She removed my top, and we both were naked on the top. She went down and started to kiss my boobs. I put my fingers inside her hair and moved it like I was combing her hair. In the meantime, I kept pushing her head harder so that her mouth was taking my entire 34D boobs.

Her boobs were 32C, which was not as big as mine. But they were cute and beautiful. She had pinkish nipples, unlike my brown nipples. After 10 minutes of sucking each other’s boobs, we looked at each other’s faces. Then again started lip-locking, lying in the bed.

I started to insert my hands into her jeans and touched her pussy over her panties. She gave a slight jerk at that time, and I grasped her pussy entirely over her panties. I started to rub her pussy over the panty line, and she started to kiss me aggressively.

I moved her panties aside and rolled my fingers around her pussy for a minute.

Divya: Please, Kanishka, don’t tease me more.

Kanishka: What do you want me to do, dear?

Divya: I want your fingers inside my pussy.

Kanishka: Sure, darling, as you wish.

I gently put my middle finger into her pussy and started rubbing it. While my thumb was pressing the top of her pussy. Then I slid my finger more into her pussy and went deep inside. At some point, she gave a heavy jerk, and I knew I had touched her G Spot at that time.

Now, I knew how far I needed to go to reach her G spot. So I inserted another finger as well and started to and fro motion, making sure every time I was hitting her G Spot. I could feel a lot of cum in my fingers, and some of them were even coming out of her pussy.

I got up from bed, licked the cum in my fingers and told her to remove her jeans, and I removed mine too. She removed her panties as well and was lying naked while I was still in my panty. I went down to her pussy and smelled it. I opened her pussy lips.

I licked the pussy from top to bottom, then put my tongue inside and licked it. Divya’s hands were on my head. Her legs were surrounding my head, making sure I was locked in between her legs. I kept licking for 15 more minutes, and she had at least a couple of orgasms during that period.

Divya was completely exhausted and released her legs from my head. This time, she made me lie down, removed my panties and started to lick mine. She straight away inserted a couple of her fingers into my pussy and also was licking at the same time.

Once she started to lick my pussy, I became a little aggressive. I held on to her hair, ensuring she didn’t take her mouth from my pussy. I kept pushing her more and more. She sucked like a pro and 1,2,3, and didn’t count the next time I cummed. She drank every bit of it and got up.

Kanishka: You liked it?

Divya: Yeah, completely.

Kanishka: Mmmm.. Your cum tasted excellent.

Divya: Oh! So you have tasted cum before?

Kanishka: Well, I have had a couple of lesbian partners during my college days in the hostel. Post-marriage, one of my neighbour Aunty, who’s 45+, was my lesbian partner.

Divya: 45+? Seriously? How did she convince you?

Kanishka: Who said she convinced me? I convinced her and made her my lesbian partner, like how I did with you.

Divya: What? You convinced me? I thought it was mutual.

Kanishka: Hey, Divya, don’t mind. I liked your moans during your sex with your hubby. Also, I liked you the moment I saw you coming out to have tea. So I wanted to be in bed with you. Luckily for me, both our husbands wanted to drink and went out. That gave me room to talk something with you and convince you.

Divya: Oh, you bitch (Smiling). You made me a lesbian. I also fell for you.

Kanishka: Haha! Yeah. You are no longer straight. You are also a bisexual like me.

Divya: Hmm… Let’s do it one more time before our husbands come back.

We started cuddling with each other and started from the beginning. We didn’t notice the time, and suddenly the door opened. We were in the 69 position licking each other’s pussies, and both our husbands saw us nude.

End of part 1, guys.

Hello, my horny bastards and bitches! Hope your cocks and cunts are dripping wet as ever. I am sorry I have been a little late in continuing through this series. But I hope you will like this part as I explore the world of BDSM.

That day after Riya and Maya left, John had a great time with Anushka. He couldn’t believe his luck that asking for some alcohol from the receptionist could get him this beautiful girl to fuck. After their session, they exchanged their numbers and John kept her panty as a souvenir.

It’s been almost a fortnight since this event happened and John was craving for sex. He did drop a message to Anushka; however, she never responded. Riya was out of town as well as it was the vacation time in the college and this left John frustrated.

It was Saturday morning and John was sipping tea sitting on his balcony. He got a ping on his phone and it got his eyes widened. It was Anushka!

Anushka: Hi.

John: Hey! How are you? I thought you forgot me already.

Anushka: Oh, of course no, I am so sorry. I was a little busy with work.

John: Ah! No worries. I was a little busy as well (he lied).

Anushka: But something reminded me of you (winks).

John: Oh, is it? What’s that?

Anushka: My black laced panty is missing from my closet.

John: Yeah, I haven’t washed it since that day. I use it to sniff it daily while I stroke my cock.

Anushka: Fuck! Are you always horny?

John: Aren’t you?

Anushka: Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do what we did last time.

John: Your boobs seem to be missing my squeezes. Why don’t we catch up sometime? I got some new fun stored for you.

Anushka: New fun? I know you are a wild horny man. But what’s new?

John: Uhhmmm. Would you mind trying a BDSM session?

Anushka (surprised): No! Wait. Sorry, What?

John: Anushka, you know I’m a very horny man. I’ve always had this fantasy of trying some BDSM fantasy stuff.

Anushka: What all do you wanna try with me?

John: Are you into BDSM?

Anushka: I’m not sure. But I always enjoyed reading about bondage and submissive fantasies.

John: So, do you wanna give it a try, bitch?

Anushka: Wow! Someone is already in the mood.

John: Hmm! You’ve turned me into a horny beast. When are we meeting?

Anushka: Why don’t you book a room tomorrow in our property? The rooms are available now and I’ll come just like last time.

John: That’s a good idea. I’ll book it now.

Anushka: I can’t believe that I just agreed to get sexually humiliated (laughs).

John: You’ll love it, bitch!

Anushka: I’m sure. Okay, see ya tomorrow then.

John: Sure. See you! Bye.

John was very ecstatic, he really wanted to try BDSM. He booked the property and packed his stuff. Then he waited for the night to pass. The next day it was Sunday.

John checked into the property on time and saw Anushka at the reception. She treated him like a random visitor but did not miss out on smiling at him. As soon as John reached his room, he received a text from Anushka.

Anushka: Enjoy your stay master!

John: Come once your day is over, bitch. Your master awaits your services.

Anushka: Yes, Sir. I’ll be there by 8:00 pm (giggles).

John was tired so he went to sleep. He woke up around 6 and got himself freshened up. Then he turned on the TV in his room. He brought whiskey for this event so he opened the bottle and got one peg for himself. He was smoking his favorite Dunhill Cigarette just when the doorbell rang. Then he looked at the clock and it was 8.

He opened the door and saw Anushka standing there with a smile. She was wearing the dress she wore. Then she stepped inside and John closed the door.

They both hugged each other and John planted a warm kiss on her cheeks while his hands grabbed her ass. Anushka had her eyes closed, she too responded by kissing on his lips. They kept smooching each other for the next 2 minutes and John had his hands moving inside her dress. Just when he was about to touch her butthole, Anushka broke the kiss.

Anushka: You sit here! I’ll get freshened up. I got a surprise for you.

John: A surprise? What’s that?

Anushka: Wait here and you’ll know.

John sat on the couch as Anushka emerged from the bathroom after 20 minutes. She had her hair wet cascading over her shoulders and was wearing a red hot sensual school skirt with a white top. The skirt barely covered her thighs and the top had a daringly deep neck that revealed most of her 36D boobs. The top barely covered her navel button, and the length of it would only reach her naval button.

Anushka: Do you like what you see?

John: I just love what I see, slut.

Anushka (positioning herself on his lap): Mhmm, you turn me on when you talk filthy.

John (Squeezing her ass cheeks): I know. Tonight, you are going to serve your master!

Anushka: Aye, Master! Tell me what you want me to do.

John knew Anushka was ready to surrender herself to his sexual desires. He wanted to make her beg and wail in pain and pleasure. Then he got up from the couch and took her hands. He then reached into his pocket, took out a long piece of ribbon, and tied her hands. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her lips once he tied her hands behind her back.

John: Your safe word is “Stop”. Use it when you want me to stop.

Anushka: Mhmm, keep going. I don’t think I’m gonna say that soon.

John: We’ll see, Randi!

Anushka: You love talking filth, huh?

John (laughs): Yeah, it turns me on like a bullet engine.

John unbuttoned her shirt, and her boobs were left hanging. He began roughly fondling her boobs. Anushka felt a wave of exhilaration. She wanted to pull him further towards her breast but her hands were tied. John continued to nibble her areolas and nibble her nipples enticingly.

Anushka: Ahh, Ohh my god! Eat my melons and make them yours.

John: Mhmm. I got something for them.

John carried Anushka in his arms and placed it on the bed gently. He then reached out his bag and took out a rope and a collar. Then he took the rope and tied her boobs and put the collar around her neck.

Anushka: Gosh! You’re making me feel like a sex doll. I’ve always fantasized about all this, but never did I imagine that you’ll make them true. Treat me like your whore master!

John: You are my whore, bitch!

Anushka: Yes, master!

John turned Anushka to her stomach. She turned her head and saw John taking another rope out of his bag. He had a couple of clips as well and a bottle of lubricant. Then he tied the ropes on her ankles and secured it against the legs of the bed. He then turned back to Anushka and asked-

John: Are those too tight?

Anushka: No, I’m good, Master! Can you untie it? My hands as they are aching.

John untied her hands and brought her a glass of whiskey to drink. She took the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then John came near to where she sat, removed the towel wrapped around his waist, and stood on the bed. He then without warning her grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her throat.

John: Deeper babe. Tap me if you want to stop.

Anushka immediately tapped. John took his cock out from her mouth.

Anushka: WTF! I wasn’t even ready.

John: Sorry, babe. I wanted this to come up as a surprise for you.

Saying this, John again took his cock near her mouth and looked into her eyes. Anushka opened her mouth as if she understood what her master wanted. Then John took 2 clips and put them on her nipples and began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. Anushka was in bittersweet pain. He continued to fuck her throat for 15 seconds all this while the clips were still on her nipples.

Anushka tapped again and John took out his cock from her mouth. She had tears rolling out from her eyes and she quickly removed those clips from her nipples.

Anushka: Ohh, fuck fuck fuck. God, you made my nipples sore and red. Aah! Lick them, babe! From this day onwards, I’m your slave.

John: I got something better for them.

Saying this he untied the rope from her boobs and took an ice cube from the box kept near the bed. He started playing with her nipples.

Anushka was going through intense arousal and she already had cummed once when she was throat fucked. She grabbed his head and began biting all over his face and neck like a hungry lioness.

John too was nibbling and sucking and biting all over boobs as if he was getting the heated fulfillment from them. They continued to kiss passionately for 10 minutes. Then they both stopped to grasp some air.

Anushka: Mhmmm! I wanted your lips so badly.

John: Would you mind if I caress my love to your pussy lips as well!

Anushka: No! In fact, why don’t you lay on the bed and let me sit on your face?

John: Mhmm. Don’t forget to grind your pussy on my mouth.

Anushka (smiling): I won’t disappoint you, master.

John: Sit on me facing the opposite side. I want to sniff your ass while you grind all your pussy juice in my mouth.

Anushka: I think I can only obey you.

John: Sit, princess. Feel me like I’m your seat.

Anushka sat on his face and John had his tongue rolled into her vagina. While he kept sucking her pussy, he had his index finger rubbing her butthole. Soon his teeth were biting her labia, and his index finger was inside her ass.

Anushka suddenly climaxed and she showered all her love juices right in John’s mouth.

Anushka: Baby! Fuck fuck fuck. Ahh! My ass…

John removed her from his face and came closer to her face. He looked into her eyes and slowly brought that index finger into his mouth and began sucking it. He was licking his finger deep as if it was dipped in some sauce.

Anushka looked at him in disbelief. She pushed him to the bed and started kissing him all over.

John: I’m gonna fuck your ass but now!

Anushka: You like my ass?

John: Yes, I love it. You got a nice firm ass.

Anushka: Then do what you feel like but wear a condom.

John quickly wore a condom and then poured some lube on his cock. He then entered her asshole in a missionary position gripping her waist for leverage. He fucked her ass for 10 minutes and it felt like an eternity to her. Each thrust was sending her waves of ecstasy. Anushka was unable to take it anymore and she gasped-

Anushka: Ahh, My ass can’t take this drilling anymore and my pussy is itching. Please put your cock there.

Saying this, Anushka turned her over and looked at John’s 6-inch cock. She had her eyes fixed on the beauty of his cock and felt so ecstatic that she decided to give it a taste.

Then she leaned forward and started licking the head of the cock. The head was extremely sensitive and the feeling of Anushka licking and touching it sensuously all over drove John crazy. She then looked into his eyes and opened her mouth and tried to take as much as she could, sucking in and out and licking.

John: Mhmmm, wow, keep going!

His hips started rocking back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth deeper as she was still trying to take all of it in. With one foot on the floor and the other on the bed, John took his hands and held the back of her head, and started fucking her mouth. Anushka was working her tongue on the tender head of the cock as it came out and then plunged into her mouth as far as it could get without gagging her.

After 10 minutes of this intense foreplay, Anushka finally laid back on the bed. She looked up at John with hunger in his eyes and said-

Anushka: Fuck me, Fuck me deep, and fuck me hard.

John smiled and reached down and felt her hot wet pussy. It was dripping wet and warm to his touch. Then he slowly inserted a finger, and Anushka took a deep breath, moaned lightly while biting her lips, and closed her eyes In slutiness.

John then used his thumb to lightly brush her clit. He then kissed her navel and began to nibble all over her stomach and inner thighs.

Anushka couldn’t take this all anymore. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel his raw cock with nerves and muscles. Then she pulled his head up and kissed him on his lips. She bit him on his neck and grabbed his cock.

Anushka: Fuck me with this!

John: Beg for it!

Anushka: Ohh master, fuck your slave’s hole with this beautiful masterpiece.

John laughed and was about to put a condom on his cock.

Anushka: No condom tonight. I want to feel it raw. I’ll take pills tomorrow.

John kissed her on her lips and put his cock at the entrance of her outer pussy lips. It took a few strokes and John was now giving Anushka a nice fuck to remember. He was doing the deep strokes and was allowing his cock to almost come out and plunge it deep into her leaking pussy.

Anushka wrapped her legs around him and was screaming in lust: Mhmm. Keep going, please don’t stop.

John took one hand to squeeze her boobs while he took his other hand and began to finger fuck her butthole. Anushka started bucking back, meeting his thrusts. John had his index finger buried deep inside her ass. He matched it with his cock in a way that whenever his cock was coming out from her pussy, his index finger was going inside her ass.

Soon Anushka started screaming: I’m Cumming!

John, too, was nearing the climax; he increased his pace and soon found his cock throbbing and shooting huge hot globes of cum deep inside her pussy. Anushka was shaking. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, milking every last drop of cum into her vagina.

Finally, John collapsed on Anushka, holding each other, totally exhausted and completely drained. Soon they fell asleep.

End of Part 7

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Aap log ne pichli kahani mein padha ki Ravi Chinki aur Avinash se kehta hai ki bahut late ho chuka hai, aur ab unhe ghar jana chahiye. Ye sun ke dono ka muh dekhne laayak ho gaya, kyunki ye baat dono ko pasand nahi aayi. Ab aage:-

Avinash bolta hai Ravi se: Yaar ek shot laga lene de Chinki bhabhi ki chut mein, aur wo fir chali jaye.

Ravi Avinash ko mana nahi kar paata aur bolta hai: Chalo jaldi kar lo.

Wo bolta hai Avinash se: Jab bhi tumhe sex ki zaroorat ho, tumhari bhabhi ki chut tumhare lund ko mil jayegi.

Aur fir Ravi ne kaha ki lund ko wo kabhi bhi hath se na hilaye, kyunki hath se hilane par lund kamzor hota hai. Lund ke liye uski Chinki bhabhi thi, jo har waqt chudasi rehti thi.

Ravi ab waha se baahar jaise hi jata hai, Avinash lund daal deta hai Chinki chut mein. Chinki aur Avinash dono ek-doosre ko dekhte hue chudai karte hai. Chinki ko aaj lund zyada tight lag raha tha. Wo aah aah karke chudai ka maza leti rahi aur poore kamre mein thap-thap ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Chinki bhi apni kamar utha ke lund le rahi thi. Fir Avinash ne Chinki ko kaha ki wo let jata hai, aur Chinki lund pe baith jaye, aur aisa hi karti hai Chinki. Chinki lund ke upar baith ke uchalne lagti hai, aur apni chut ungli se masalne lagti hai. Avinash Chinki ke dono boobs ko dabate rehta hai. Ek baar to Avinash ne boobs ko nichodh hi diya.

Boobs ko achanak aise zor se dabane ke kaaran Chinki ko zor se dard hua, par usne kuch nahi kaha, aur lund pe uchal-uchal ke chudai karwati rahi.

Fir Avinash ne ek aur position badli, aur wo ab ek pair kandhe mein lekar Chinki ko chodne laga. Lagatar 35 minutes ki chudai ho chuki thi, aur wo ab tak jhada nahi tha.

Chinki ne ye baat pooch hi li, to Avinash ne kaha ki wo tablet liya tha sex power ki. Wo ye bhi bola ki uska plan aaj poori raat Chinki ko chodne ka tha, par bhaiya ke kaaran wo aisa nahi kar payega.

Wo to yaha tak plan karke rakha tha, ki hotel ke swimming pool mein bhi usko chodega. Par ab sex tablet ke kaaran Avinash jhad hi nahi raha tha, aur wo Chinki ki chut ka bhonsda bana raha tha.

Chinki ab usko jhadane ke liye apni chut ko lund mein maarne lagti hai, jisse chut aur lund ki chudai zordaar hone lagi. Avinash Chinki ke boobs firse dabane laga aur bola-

Avinash: Bhabhi aapke 32″ ke boobs jaldi hi 36″ ke ho jaynge.

Aur Chinki ne bhi lund ke jhatke ke sath chut ko aage karke jhatke maarna shuru kar diya. Chinki na-jaane kitni baar jhad gayi thi. Par uske yaar Avinash ka to ho hi nahi raha tha. Ravi to kabhi bhi Chinki ka paani ek baar se zyada nikaal hi nahi paaya tha. Par Avinash to chut se nadi baha raha tha.

Chinki apne mann mein sochti hai ki kash Avinash hi uska pati hota, to roz hi ausi chudai milti. Par ab bhi wo khush thi kyunki Avinash usko chode bina reh nahi payaga. Tablet ke kaaran Avinash jhad nahi raha tha. Wo Chinki ko doggy position mein karke 2-4 thappad uski gaand mein maara aur bola-

Avinash: Bhabhi aapki gaand maarni hai.

Gaand maare bina wo jhadne wala bhi nahi tha, isliye Chinki ne apni gaand unchi karke faila di. Chinki ki gaand mein thook kar Avinash lund ko jhatka deta hai, aur lund thode drad ke sath andar chala jata hai.

Chinki ke pehle bhi gaand chod chuka tha Avinash, to ab dard to ho raha tha Chinki ko, par bahut kam tha.

Aahista-aahista Avinash ne lund poora gaand ke andar kar diya, aur Chinki bhabhi ki kamar pakad ke chodne laga. Chinki ab bol rahi thi-

Chinki: Devar ji, aahista chodo, dard hota hai. Skin khich rahi hai.

Avinash ne bhi aahista-aahista hi chodna shuru kiya. 7-8 jhatkon ke baad lund poori tarah se set ho chuka tha gaand mein.

Chinki ne bola: Devar ji, ab tez karo.

Aur Avinash ne zor-zor se chodna shuru kiya. Chinki ko ab fir dard hone laga, par wo bardasht kar rahi thi. Chinki apne pyaare devar ki chudai se bahut khush thi, aur wo Avinash ko bahut zyada khush karna chaahti thi.

Avinash ne kaha: Bhabhi mera hone wala hai. Thanks aapne mujhe aaj jannat dikhayi.

Beech mein hi rokte hue Chinki ne kaha: Aap aaj mere muh mein jhad jao. Main aapka paani peena chaahti hu devar ji. Aaj tak maine apne pati ka lund choosa hai, par paani nahi piya lund ka. Par aapne mujhe khush kar diya. Bahut achi chudai karte ho aap.

Aur Avinash ka lund muh mein lekar Chinki choosne lagti hai. Kuch 6-7 jhatke muh mein maarne ke baad Avinash Chinki ke muh mein jhad jata hai. Chinki ko bahut ajeeb laga Avinash ke lund ka paani pee kar. Chinki Avinash ki chudai se bahut khush thi, isliye wo ek-ek boond ko chaat ke saaf ki.

Dono ab nange bed pe the, aur ek-doosre ko dekh rahe the. Dono ne ek sath ek-doosre ko thanks kaha, aur Chinki ne kaha ki aisi chudai aaj tak nahi hui uski.

Avinash ne bhi yahi kaha ki aisa birthday usne kabhi nahi manaya. Chinki ne aage kaha Avinash se ki wo usko hamesha aisa hi pyar kare, aur wo khud Avinash ki shaadi ke liye ek achi ladki dekhegi. Iske sath Chinki wapas apne ghar aa jati hai. Chinki aur Ravi dono bahut khush the.

Chinki Ravi ko bolti hai: Aapke kaaran aaj aisi chudai mil payi hai mujhe. Aur ye ehsaan main hamesha yaad rakhungi.

Chinki ko ye guilt zaroor tha ki usne kisi aur se chudai karwa ke apne pati ko dhokha diya. Ye baat aur hai ki pati bhi isme shamil tha, aur uski haa thi, isliye Avinash usko chod paaya.

Fir aise hi kuch din guzar gaye, aur ek ladki shop mein aati hai. Wo ladki Chinki se bhi kahi zyada sundar hoti hai. Chinki sochti hai ki agar uske pati Ravi se us ladki ke sambandh ban jaye to wo kisi aur se chudwane ke guilt se baahar aa jayegi.

To be continued…

After my second client visit, I was exhausted and took a three-day break to focus on my studies and paintings. On the third day, Ayushi reached out to me, informing me of a meeting with a client at a prominent archaeological site. I arrived on time and texted the client.

After 20 minutes, I received a call. The voice on the other end was soft and pleasant. When I saw my client, I was stunned to find it was Keerthana, a distant aunt from Delhi. She is a doctor, around the same age as my mom, and lives with her husband.

Her daughter is pursuing a master’s in the USA. After seeing each other, we were both surprised to be in this situation.

“Tanmay, are you the person Ayushi mentioned?” she asked her tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, trying to mask my shock. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I don’t know what to do now. I’m unsure how to proceed.”

“Let’s figure it out together,” she suggested, her voice steadying. “I’m looking for someone I can trust to fulfil my sexual needs, which my husband can’t.”

Her words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable tension. I was in disbelief, and I could see she was struggling too. After a moment of silence, I said, “Aunty, this is a lot to take in. I had no idea who my client was until I met them. This was supposed to be just business.”

“I understand,” she sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t expect it to be you either. But I need someone I can trust to satisfy my needs. My friend Ravina (The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 4) recommended me Ayushi. The I thought to give it a try, because my marriage is complicated. My husband is a good man, but something is missing. I thought maybe this could be that opportunity.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. “I don’t know if I can be that person for you. It feels wrong.”

“Please, Tanmay,” she urged, her eyes pleading. “I know this is unconventional, but I feel lost. I need to explore this side of myself, and I want to do it with someone I feel comfortable with.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I said, my heart racing.

Aunty smiled at me. “I appreciate you considering it. Let’s keep this meeting professional. I’ll proceed with the arrangements.”

“Text me the schedule and location,” I replied, still feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

As I headed home, I received a text with details from Ayushi: tomorrow at 10 AM. I got another text from her, saying that I was getting more inquiries than anyone else with her and that all the clients were comfortable with me. “Keep it up. I know you’re making a good amount of money,” she said.

I replied with a smile emoji and teased her, “You’re also building a good profile because of me.” I promised I’d be on time for my next meeting.

In my mind, it was all about aunty. Now, my experience was moving from BDSM to something more complicated. I had always admired her for her well-maintained figure and striking appearance whenever we met on any occasion.

After arriving home, I reviewed some photos from a wedding. Her appearance had remained largely the same. I thought about what I should wear tomorrow. I eventually decided on casual blue jeans and a white shirt for our meeting. After a long shower, I went to bed with thoughts of her lingering in my mind.

The next day, I left at 9 AM, but before starting my journey, I carried some of my colours with me. I arrived at the location by 9:45 AM. Aunty was waiting outside the flat. She wore a red Ajrakh saree with a black blouse, looking stunning and radiating a captivating fragrance.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” I said as I approached her.

“Thank you, Tanmay. I wanted to look special for our meeting,” she replied a hint of blush on her cheeks. She opened the door and led me inside.

Inside, she offered me a drink. “Would you like something to relax?”

“Sure, a glass of wine would be great,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “So, how have you been, aside from the complications?”

She sighed, looking pensive. “It’s been tough. My husband is always busy, and after work, he drinks. I’m just fed up.”

“That sounds difficult,” I empathized. “How are you handling everything yourself?”

She smiled shyly. “I do what I can. Sometimes, I have to rely on toys, but I’m tired. I’m a woman with needs.”

“That’s completely understandable, Aunty,” I said gently. “It’s okay to want more.”

She looked at me intently, her voice low. “You have no idea how long I’ve felt this way. This isn’t just about physical needs; it’s emotional too. I feel trapped in my own life.”

“I get that,” I replied. “But I care about you, and this is complicated. We need to approach this with caution.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But please, just think about it. You don’t have to decide right now.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I reiterated.

As we talked, the tension in the room shifted. She looked into my eyes and said, “Tanmay, I never imagined we’d be in this situation. But being with you feels right, even though I know it shouldn’t.”

Her words stirred something deep within me. Despite knowing this was wrong, the pull was irresistible. I leaned in, our faces inches apart. “Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want.”

She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts, then opened them with determination. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I need this. I need you.”

Slowly, I closed the distance between us. Our kiss was tender at first but quickly deepened, releasing the tension we had been holding. Her hands reached up to cup my face, pulling me closer. We lost ourselves in the moment, the world outside disappearing.

“Tanmay,” she whispered against my lips, “I never thought I’d feel this way again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt desired.”

“You’re more than just desired, aunty. You’re beautiful and captivating,” I replied, my breath hitching.

Aunty began to unbutton my shirt, and I helped her, our hands fumbling with excitement. She led me to the bedroom, where the bed was neatly made. She looked at me with a mix of anticipation and longing. “Make me feel alive again, my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we continued, the intensity grew. I explored every inch of her body. At one point, she removed her bra, revealing her large breasts with dark nipples. I began to kiss them, and she urged me on, saying, “Drink from me, son. Make me feel more.”

My arousal was fully awakened now, pressing against her pussy over the saree as she smiled at me. “How does my pussy feel?” she teased.

I replied, “I want to feel it, but only after exploring you fully.” I undressed her completely, kissing her from her feet to her inner thighs.

She smelled amazing to me. I started kissing her inner thighs, and she was moaning my name, “Son, you are making me want more. Do it, my son. It feels so good.” She started to call me “son”. It made me mad for her. My fingers were roaming around her pussy lips like a hungry tiger.

Her wetness was dripping down. She spread her legs as much as she could and asked me to taste her. My head went down to savour her salty, caramel taste. She was pushing my head closer to her. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I felt so aroused by her taste.

After some time, I went near her navel and started to sniff her, intoxicated by her scent. She was at her peak. She took one of my hands and placed it above her breasts while she squeezed the other.

She moaned, “Son, you’re arousing me so much. I need you inside me.”

I replied, “There is more to go, Aunty. Wait a little longer.”

She responded, “Don’t call me Aunty. Call me Keerthana. I want to feel you saying my name while you enter me.”

I replied, “Yes, Keerthana. I have a surprise for you.”

Then, I took the colours from my bag and started to apply each colour to her body. She was not expecting this. It enhanced the mood. “This is beautiful,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Red for your passion,” I said as I painted her breasts. “Green for your envy of the life you want,” I added while applying colour to her hands. “Yellow for the joy you deserve,” I continued with her navel. “And blue for your freedom,” I finished with her thighs.

After applying the colours, we rolled all over the bed, both of our bodies filled with different shades.

She whispered, “Fill me with your coloured dick. I want to feel it.”

She guided me into her wet, tight pussy. I could sense her discomfort, but she cooperated, encouraging me to push in fully. Each thrust made her gasp, and I kissed and squeezed her breasts with one hand. She whispered, “If you keep doing this, I’ll have the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”

“I’ll give you the best I have, Keerthana,” I replied, my voice low with desire. Each movement deepened our connection, the colours on her skin becoming a canvas for our passion. I could feel her body responding, the tension building with every thrust.

As I picked up the pace, she moaned, “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop! I need you.” Her words fueled my desire, and I lost myself in the rhythm, focusing on her pleasure. With every thrust, she let out soft gasps, her fingers digging into my back.

“You’re so good at this,” she breathed. “I never imagined I’d feel this alive again.”

“Just let go, Keerthana,” I encouraged her, feeling the heat between us intensify. “Feel everything.” Her breathing quickened, and I could sense she was close. “I’m going to—oh my God!” she cried out, arching her back as waves of pleasure surged through her. “Tanmay! Yes!”

I held her tightly, feeling her body contract around me as she reached her peak. The sight of her pleasure was intoxicating, and I continued to thrust, riding the waves of her orgasm. After a moment, as she came down from her high, she looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and delight.

“That was incredible. I didn’t expect that kind of connection.”

I smiled, a warm rush of pride filling me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve to feel this way.” She brushed her fingers across my cheek, her touch gentle. “You’re something special, son. I never thought I’d explore this part of myself again, especially not with someone I know.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted, feeling a strange bond forming between us. “But I’m grateful for this moment.”

“Can we try something different now?” she asked, a playful glint in her eye. “I want to experience more with you.” “Of course,” I replied, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” She bit her lip, a teasing smile forming. “Let’s switch it up. I want to see how it feels to be on top.”

I laughed, encouraging her. “Alright, let’s switch roles. I’m all yours.” With a gleam of determination, she climbed on top, her hands finding my shoulders for balance. “Just relax and enjoy,” she instructed, guiding me inside her once more.

As she began to move, her expression transformed into one of pure bliss. “Oh, this feels amazing! I can’t believe I waited so long to do this,” she gasped, her eyes sparkling.

“You’re amazing,” I praised, enjoying the view as she found her rhythm. “Just like that, aunt. Don’t hold back.” With each motion, she seemed to gain more confidence, her movements becoming more fluid and passionate.

“This is so liberating,” she said breathlessly, her hair cascading around her shoulders. “I never thought I could feel this free.” As we continued, I marvelled at how our connection had evolved. She was no longer just my client. She was someone I was sharing a beautiful, intimate experience with.

“My son,” she moaned, leaning forward, “I feel so close to you right now. Thank you for being here with me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied sincerely, feeling the bond between us deepen. “We’re in this together.” After a while, she felt another wave building, and I could sense her body tightening around me again. “I’m getting close! I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Let it happen, aunty. Just feel it,” I encouraged her, matching her movements as we approached our climax together. “I want to feel you as my aunt itself. I’m fucking my beautiful aunty Keerthana.” She got aroused by my words.

She replied, “Fuck your aunty. Make her a woman again. Give what she is eagerly waiting for.” With a final series of thrusts, she cried out, her body shaking as she reached her peak. “Son! Yes! Oh my God!”

The sound of her pleasure echoed in the room, igniting my release. I joined her in that moment of ecstasy. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, our bodies tangled together, coloured skin contrasting against the white sheets. “That was incredible,” she said, looking into my eyes. Her expression softened.

“I didn’t expect this experience to be so meaningful.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, feeling a warmth spread through me. “It’s more than just physical. It’s emotional, too.”

“Can we keep this between us? I don’t want anyone to know,” she said, her voice serious but filled with hope.

“Absolutely,” I assured her. “Your secret is safe with me.” As we lay there, the atmosphere shifted, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes. “Thank you for making me feel alive again, Tanmay. I really needed this.”

“You deserve it, aunty,” I replied, brushing a stray hair from her face. “We all need connection, especially in times like these.”

“Promise me we can do this again,” she said, her voice a whisper filled with longing.

“I promise,” I said, feeling a sense of commitment wash over me. “Whenever you’re ready.”

After a great session with her, I took a shower. During that time, she prepared some food for both of us. After we finished eating, I said goodbye to her and left for my place. On the way home, I received a notification on my phone that said, “Your account has been credited with 25,000 rupees.”

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The story will be narrated from Spandana’s view.

My (Spandana) eyes watch the ground. Abhi lifts me, presses my heavy body onto his chest, and carries me down the stairs towards the pool. “Hey, ruko, please! kahan le jaa rahe ho?” (Hey, Stop, please! Where are you taking me?) He walks to the deepest end of the pool and stops.

“Hey, please, no! Not now. Don’t try it. Main chali jaongi.” (I will go). By saying I would go, I thought he would stop. He did stop by gently placing me on the ground and took my handbag away from my shoulder. With a wide grin, he pushed me into the deeper end of the pool.

Fuck! My shivering and sweating body was inside the pool. The panic of drowning increased my heart rate. Abhi jumped after me, held my body, and drove me to the pool wall. I started hitting him angrily, “Fuck you, Abhi, what the fuck is this?”

He grabbed my ass cheeks over the nightie inside the pool and threw my whole body out of the pool like a ball. He quickly jumps out and climbs over my wet body with dripping water droplets. I quickly turn away, “Uss laal waali aunty ko hi dekho.” (You watch that red-dressed Aunty only).

As the cold breeze hits my face, Abhi presses his lips on my wet neck. He starts sucking slowly, moving his lips to my chin and cheeks. I tried to push him away, but moans escaped my lips, “Ahh, Abhi.” Before the word Abhi ended, he locked his lips with my wet lips.

His tongue quickly reached inside my mouth. The kiss went wildly, with our lips sucking each other, moving from one lip to another. He drank my moans into his lips. My hands scanned for the erection over his pants and started massaging his cock.

He undid his T-shirt and pants away with just his underwear on. I continued to massage his thick rod over the underwear. He took a handful of pool water and poured over my boobs over the nightie. He clenched his tooth as he appreciated my drenched tight boobs, “Uff, kyaaa boobs hai!” (What boobs!)

My nipples hardened as his starving hands neared my spongy heavy boobs. He grabbed my boobs and massaged and squeezed them hard. “Ahhhh,” he locks his lips again and continues to suck my lips. This time he sucked my lips, then my nose and eyes.

His saliva was everywhere on my face. He then started to kiss and suck my ears with his hands, trying to pop open my boobs out of my nightie. I helped by unbuckling the hooks and pulling my nightie down from my shoulders. His quick hands pull out my heavy boobs out of the cage.

His lips quickly jumped from my ears to suck my heavy boobs. “Ah, Bhabhiji.” His lips and tongue hastily ate my boobs, drenching every inch of both boobs in his saliva. His face inches towards my thighs. He lifts my nightie to my hips. I was not wearing any panties.

He smiles, “Aunty, Ahh kyaa cheez hai.” (What an item, Aunty.) “Ufff.” His appreciation made my pussy leak a drop. He made my knees fold and parted thighs wide apart. His fingers grabbed my pussy. He slowly widened my moist pussy lips and locked his lips and tongue.

Like a professional, he moved his lips and tongue in all horizontal/vertical/zig-zag, making noises, “Ah,” like bubbling a ballon. That was the moment I uttered my fantasy, “Taste my pussy, Abhi. Main rehte hue usse nahi dekhna hai.” (You shouldn’t see any other women in my presence.)

“Main sirf tum do coach ke liye hun” (I am only for you both coaches). He stops sucking, “Kaun do?” (Who two?)

I was in such a state of ecstasy that I did not have any shame as I continued saying, “Yes. Woh Ramesh.” He speaks loudly, “Sacchi, Ramesh bhi chahiye.” (Really, You want Ramesh too?).

Me, “Haan chahiye, Ab kya use bhi bulaoge. Bulaoge tho aayega kya?” (Yes, I want to. Now, will you call him too. If called, will he come?)

Abhi tilted his head, and there he was. Ramesh was walking hastily towards us. “Ab maza lelo” (Now you enjoy). Abhi locks his lips and continues to suck my pussy. By watching the dark Ramesh, my pussy was on the verge of orgasm.

Ramesh throws away his T-shirt while walking towards us. Ramesh stands in front of us. He orders me, “Take off your nightie.” I obey and throw my wet nightie away. Ramesh sits over the pool wall with his legs dangling inside the water.

I move to one side of Ramesh, and Abhi positions himself on my other side. Sandwiched between a fair-looking slim boy and a sculpted, muscled dark boy. Ramesh quickly takes my face and locks his lips, sucking my lips. Abhi’s hands were feeling my boobs, my nipples, and my pussy.

Abhi sucks my bare shoulders. While Ramesh hungrily ate my lips. My hands reached Ramesh’s tool, hidden in his pants. I was thrilled as my soft hands ran along the length of his cock. His dick was, as expected, longer and girthier than my husband’s, as well as Abhi’s.

Abhi drags my face away from Ramesh by breaking my kiss with Ramesh. Abhi starts kissing. Ramesh’s rough hands gently brush the skin of my heavy boobs. Ramesh’s thumb and index finger grab one of my nipples and rub them. His lips lock onto my other nipple.

It was a very strange feeling. My moans continued with my hand, trying to grab hold of Ramesh’s cock. Ramesh’s fingers squeezed one nipple, and his tooth lightly bit my other nipple. Oh god, it was a heavenly feeling. My body demanded more of Ramesh than Abhi.

My lips break the kiss with Abhi, and tilt my face towards Ramesh. Ramesh understanding my hunger, locks his lips and continues slowly sucking. He grabbed one of my thighs and placed it over his thighs. His hands slowly move, reaching my pussy.

Ramesh’s finger starts gently caressing my pussy. In between our long lip lock, Ramesh brings his fingers between our busy lips and drenches with both of our salivas. The saliva-laden fingers lubricate my juicy pussy. I moan into his lips.

Abhi’s lips and tongue never stopped. Abhi was kissing and sucking my lower back. Fuck it was a bitchy feeling. I was very eager for Ramesh’s cock as I squeezed and held his huge rod. He quickly bends my face into his pants.

He draws his short low. Oops, a huge snaky-nervy dark penis pops out. I grabbed Ramesh’s cock with both of my hands. Ramesh gently catches all my hair and positions my hungry mouth to his stone-like cock. My lips lock with the shiny dick head.

That’s when Abhi was lifting my ass, bending me into a doggy position. He spread my ass cheeks wide. The moment my mouth gulped the cock of Ramesh, Abhi pushed into my pussy raw. His normal cock reached deep into my wet pussy. My mouth was very much excited by the huge thick cock rod of Ramesh.

My lips then lick the sides of his cock like a candy. Then take his cock like a lolly pop. “Ahh,” Ramesh moaned in pleasure. My lips and tongue moved over Ramesh’s cock much longer. Abhi tiringly pulled out his cock and pumped his juices all across my ass.

Abhi doesn’t stop there. He wipes my ass cheeks with his pant, and his lips start sucking my ass cheeks. Abhi’s wild sucking of my ass hole and ass cheeks made me hornier. I had to stop sucking Ramesh’s cock, since I didn’t want him to cum.

This time, Ramesh pushes me inside the pool and lifts me out with my body completely drenched again. He places my body next to the pool with my hands touching the water. He lifts my legs high, watching the sky. He positioned and pushed his cock with a huge heavy thrust, “Ahh,” I grunted.

He did not stop as he slowly pulled out his cock and thrust with a huge force breaking my pussy lips. My eyes were wet with water. “Ramesh, slow,” I told. He seemed not to listen as he thrusts harder and harder. Every next thrust was harder than the previous one.

After a few initial strokes, I started enjoying myself as his cock explored the forbidden areas of my pussy. He grabbed my boobs with both of his hands and squeezed them to a pulp with his continued harder strokes. I orgasmed the second time.

As my juices drench his cock, Ramesh continues to drive through the sticky juices. Abhi dangles his erect cock over my face. My lips try to reach and gently lick Abhi’s dick head. Once suck the top end of Abhi’s cock. My lips played with Abhi’s cock: suck and leave.

Ramesh gives a loud painful spank on my ass and pulls out his thick cock, white with my juices. He jerks his cock, with his cum shot across like a bullet from a gun reaching to my face. His cum paints from my thighs to my tummy, to my boobs, till my neck.

Abhi rushes and inserts his cock and continues to pump my pussy. While thrusting, Abhi talked dirty, which made me wild for the third orgasm. This will be the longest dick session in my whole life.

“Bhabhi, ahh, kyaaa choot hai.” He continues to bang harder and harder. Abhi did not cum this time. In a few seconds, Ramesh comes with a single bed and lifts and places me onto the bed. He makes me sleep over my belly.

Ramesh climbs from behind and pushes his cock inside me. He grabs my neck and starts pounding. I had never experienced such a position. Ramesh continues to bang me.

My pussy so far never took more than one dick that too in such quick succession with such force. Ramesh banged me harder than before, with him stopping in between to suck my lips. That night was unforgettable.

We slept nude with Ramesh hiding his face inside my boobs and Abhi hiding his face between my ass cheeks. They changed places after a while. Damned.

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Rita Rajput was a curvaceous, fair-skinned woman with thick thighs and wavy long black hair that fell past her shoulders till her waist. She was married to Ravi Rajput, a middle-aged accountant who worked at a local bank. Rita and Ravi lived in a small suburban house on the outskirts of Mumbai.

Rita had always been aware of the effect she had on men. Ever since she was a teenager, they had been drawn to her voluptuous figure and exotic beauty. She had full lips, high cheekbones, and large brown eyes that sparkled mischievously whenever she smiled.

As an adult, Rita took great pleasure in using her sexuality to manipulate men. She loved the way they became flustered and tongue-tied whenever she flirted with them or cast them at a seductive glance. It made her feel powerful and desirable.

One of Rita’s favorite pastimes was going out for lunch with Ravi and teasing other men in the restaurant. She would wear a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage, then spend the entire meal leaning forward so that any man sitting opposite could get an eyeful of her breasts.

Ravi would watch with a mix of amusement and jealousy as his wife giggled coquettishly at the lecherous stares from their fellow diners. He loved seeing other men desire his wife. It was confirmed what he already knew, that Rita was the most beautiful woman in the world.

After lunch, Rita would often suggest taking a walk through the nearby shopping mall. She knew that men couldn’t resist staring at her as she sashayed past them, hips swaying provocatively and long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Ravi would follow behind, clutching his wife’s hand tightly and puffing out his chest with pride. He loved the way other men envied him for having such a stunning wife. It made him feel like he was king of the world.

But as much as Ravi enjoyed being married to Rita, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of insecurity whenever she flirted with other men. He knew it was all harmless fun, that Rita was completely devoted to him and had no intention of ever cheating. But there was always a small voice in the back of his mind that whispered, “What if?”

One day, as they were walking through the mall after lunch, Ravi finally plucked up the courage to ask his wife about his insecurities.

“Rita,” he said nervously, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. But…do you ever think about being with other men? I mean, when you’re teasing them like that, does it make you want to… I don’t know, sleep with them?”

Rita stopped and turned to face her husband. She could see the concern etched on his face and immediately understood what he was getting at. She smiled reassuringly and put a hand on his arm.

“Ravi,” she said softly, “I love you more than anything in this world. You are my everything, my rock. I would never do anything to betray your trust or hurt you.”

“But…” Ravi began.

“But,” Rita interrupted gently, “I will admit that there have been times when I’ve been tempted by another man’s attention. Something is intoxicating about it, knowing that you have the power to turn someone on, to make them desire you.”

Ravi’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear anymore, but at the same time, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his wife’s face.

“But,” Rita continued, “That doesn’t mean I would act on those feelings. I’m committed to you and our marriage. I made a vow to love and cherish you, and I intend to keep that vow until the day I die.”

Ravi felt a wave of relief wash over him. He pulled his wife into a tight embrace and buried his face in her hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

From that day forward, Ravi felt secure in the knowledge that his wife loved him and only him. He no longer worried about her flirting or teasing other men. In fact, he began to take pride in it. He saw it as a testament to Rita’s stunning beauty and irresistible charm.

But while Ravi was content with this newfound sense of security, Rita found herself growing increasingly restless. The truth was that she had always been more sexually adventurous than her husband could ever imagine.

Sure, she loved Ravi with all her heart and had no desire to be with another man emotionally or romantically, but physically? Well, that was another story.

Rita craved variety in the bedroom, to experience the touch of another man’s hands on her body, to feel the weight of another man pressing down on her as they made love. She yearned for the thrill of something new, the forbidden excitement of an illicit affair.

As these thoughts consumed her mind more and more each day, Rita began to withdraw from Ravi both emotionally and physically. She would spend hours locked inside their bedroom, browsing online forums dedicated to discreet extramarital affairs.

It wasn’t long before she stumbled upon a website that caught her attention: Mumbai Swingers. The site was a hotbed of activity, with thousands of members from all walks of life looking for like-minded individuals to explore their wildest sexual fantasies.

Rita spent hours reading through the forum posts and private messages, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She couldn’t believe that so many people, married people, just like her, were openly discussing their desires to sleep with someone other than their spouse.

One post in particular caught Rita’s eye. It was written by a man named Sunil, who described himself as a successful businessman in his late forties. He claimed to have an insatiable sexual appetite and was looking for a woman who could match his stamina and enthusiasm in the bedroom.

Intrigued, Rita sent Sunil a private message introducing herself and expressing her interest in getting to know him better. She didn’t mention anything about being married. She wanted to keep that part of her life separate from this new adventure.

To her surprise, Sunil replied within minutes. He seemed eager to chat and asked if they could exchange phone numbers so they could talk more easily. Rita hesitated for a moment, was she really ready to take this step? But then she remembered how neglected and unfulfilled she felt in her marriage and decided it was time to put herself first for once.

She quickly typed out her phone number and hit send before she could change her mind. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

“Hello?” Rita said tentatively, unsure of what to expect.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” came the smooth voice on the other end of the line. “I’m glad you finally came around. I’ve been dying to hear your sexy little voice.”

Rita felt a shiver run down her spine as she listened to the sultry words dripping from Sunil’s lips. It was as if he could see right through her and knew exactly what she wanted.

“Tell me, Rita,” Sunil purred, “What turns you on? What gets that hot little pussy of yours nice and wet?”

Rita felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had never spoken to a man like this before. It was so different from the sweet, innocent conversations she had with Ravi.

“I, I don’t know,” she stammered. “I guess I like it when a man is confident and knows what he wants.”

“Mmm, I like that,” Sunil said approvingly. “And let me guess, you’re the kind of woman who likes to be dominated in the bedroom? Who wants a man to take control and show you who’s boss?”

Rita’s breath caught in her throat as Sunil described exactly what she craved, being completely at the mercy of a man who knew how to push all the right buttons.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

“Good,” Sunil replied. “Because that’s exactly what I’m going to give you, a night you’ll never forget.”

As Rita continued talking to Sunil over the next few days, their conversations grew increasingly explicit and erotic. They traded naughty photos and videos, each one more tantalizing than the last.

Rita couldn’t believe how liberated and alive she felt whenever she talked to Sunil. It was as if a whole new world had opened up before her eyes, full of infinite possibilities and pleasures waiting to be explored.

But as much as Rita enjoyed these virtual encounters with Sunil, part of her yearned for something more tangible, a physical connection that went beyond pixels on a screen.

One evening, after talking for hours on end about their deepest desires and darkest fantasies, Rita finally plucked up the courage to ask Sunil if he would be interested in meeting her in person.

“Sunil,” she said, her voice trembling with nervous excitement, “I have something to tell you. I, I’m married.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Sunil laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a jolt of electricity straight through Rita’s body.

“My dear Rita,” he said, his voice dripping with seduction, “Did you honestly think I didn’t already know that? I’ve been watching you and your husband for weeks now. I know all about your little lunch dates and shopping trips. In fact, I’ve taken quite a few photos and videos myself, would you like to see?”

Rita’s heart skipped a beat as she listened to Sunil describe all the ways he had been spying on her without her even knowing it. She felt a potent mixture of shock and arousal flooding her senses. This man was unlike anyone she had ever met before.

“Do you want to meet me?” Sunil asked suddenly, interrupting Rita’s thoughts. “Do you want me to show you what it feels like to be with a real man, to have him take control of your body and pleasure you in ways your husband could only dream of?”

“Yes,” Rita whispered desperately. “Yes, I want that more than anything.”

“Good,” Sunil replied. “I thought you might say that. Meet me at the same restaurant where you had lunch with your husband last week. I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

Before Rita could protest or ask any more questions, there was a click on the other end of the line, and then silence. She stared at her phone in disbelief. Had that really just happened? Had she really just agreed to meet a total stranger for sex? The logical part of her brain told her it was a terrible idea, that she should hang up and forget all about this crazy plan.

But the rest of her, the part that was hungry for adventure and excitement, refused to listen. It knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one she would regret passing up for the rest of her life.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Rita went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She washed away all traces of doubt and insecurity, replacing them with anticipation and confidence.

She spent hours getting ready, carefully applying makeup, and choosing the perfect outfit, a low-cut black dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her pantyline was evident along with her padded bra which she had specially purchased. She styled her hair in loose waves that fell past her shoulders like a shimmering ebony curtain.

When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, Rita slipped on a pair of high-heeled black sandals and made her way downstairs. Ravi was sitting on the couch watching TV when he looked up and saw his wife descending the staircase.

His jaw dropped open in astonishment. Rita had never looked more breathtakingly beautiful in all their years together. She glided across the living room like a graceful panther, exuding an air of confidence and allure that was impossible to ignore.

“Wow,” Ravi said breathlessly as his wife approached him. “You look… amazing.”

Rita smiled seductively and kissed her husband on the lips, an uncharacteristically passionate kiss that left him weak at the knees.

“I’m going out for a while,” she whispered huskily in his ear. “Don’t wait up, I might be gone all night.”

Before Ravi could respond or ask any questions, Rita turned on her heel and walked out of the house, leaving behind a trail of perfume-scented air that lingered long after she was gone.

Part 2 for your next fap and to wet your sexy juicy cunts.

Hi friends, aaj main aap sab ke saamne ‘Tarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah’ ke characters par based ek nayi kahani leke aaya hu. Chaliye ab zyada baatein kiye bagair apni kahani ki taraf badhte hai.

Sunday ka din tha, aur subha-subha Babita ki aankh khuli. Woh jaldi se bed se uthi. Tight pink shorts aur light pink t-shirt mein uski body bahut sexy lag rahi thi. Fir woh bed se utri, aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.

Waha usne apni shorts and black panty neeche ki, aur pot par baith kar tatti karne lagi. Fir woh nahayi, aur apne sexy badan ko apne soft towel se poncha. Uske baad apne nange badan ko sheeshe mein dekha, aur halka sa muskurayi.

Fir red bra-panty ka set pehna, aur uske upar black saree pehan li. In kapdon mein woh bala ki khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Uske baad halka make-up kiya, jisse uski khoobsurti aur bhi nikhar gayi. Fir woh seedhe kitchen mein gayi.

Aaj Babita khichdi banane wali thi, jisko leke woh kaafi excited thi. Kyunki woh pehli baar khichdi bana rahi thi. Aur pichle kaafi dino se woh youtube par videos dekh kar khichdi banana seekh rahi thi.

Fir usne apni saree ka pallu kamar mein fasaya. Isse uske deep neck blouse mein se uski sexy cleavage, aur peeche se uski gori peeth saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Fir usne khichdi banane ka kaam shuru kiya. Aadhe ghante baad uski khichdi ban gayi.

Fir usne cooker khola check karne ke liye ki khichdi ache se pak gayi thi ke nahi. Jaise hi usne cooker khola, usme se badhiya si khushbu aayi. Babita aankhen band karke khichdi ki khushbu ka maza lene lagi.

Tabhi waha se Jethalal guzra, jo apni dukan par jaa raha tha. Babita ke ghar ke saamne se guzarte hue uski nazar khidki se Babita ki kitchen mein gayi. Babita ko kitchen mein khadi dekh Jetha wahi ruk gaya.

Pehle usne upar se leke neeche tak Babita ke sexy jism ko dekha. Uski sexy body ko dekh kar Jethalal ke muh mein paani aa gaya. Babita ki kamar par halka-halka paseena tha, jisko dekh kar Jetha bahut uttejit ho gaya.

Fir usne dekha ki Babita ne kuch banaya tha. Ye dekh kar woh bola-

Jethalal: Babita ji, badi mast khushbu hai. Kya banaya hai aapne?

Apni banayi khichdi ke liye to Babita pehle se hi excited thi. Jetha ke muh se uski khushbu ki tareef sun kar woh khushi se boli-

Babita: Jetha ji, aaj maine khichdi banayi hai.

Jethalal: Main to soch raha hu, ki jiski khushbu itni mast hai, uska taste kitna mast hoga. Kaash mujhe bhi chakhne ko mil jati.

Babita: Kaash kyun, main abhi deti hu aapko. Bahut saari banayi hai maine.

Jethalal: Arre Babita ji, mujhe dukan par jana hai abhi to. Client aane wala hai mera.

Babita: Arre, chalo koi baat nahi. Jaise hi Iyer ji kaam par jayenge, main khichdi leke aapki dukan par aa jaungi.

Jethalal: Arre waah Babita ji! Padosi ho to aap jaisi.

Fir Jetha waha se dukan par chala jata hai, aur Babita ki aane ki raah dekhne lagta hai. Uska lund Babita ke baare mein soch-soch kar pant faadne ko hota hai. Woh soch raha hota hai ki kaise bhi karke aaj Babita ko chodunga hi.

Udhar Iyer neend se jaag jata hai. Babita uske paas jati hai aur kehti hai-

Babita: Suno ji, aap jaldi se ready ho jao. Aaj maine aapke liye special khichdi banayi hai.

Iyer: Khichdi! Lekin aaj se pehle tumne kabhi khichdi nahi banayi.

Babita: Tabhi to special hai. Maine youtube se dekh kar banayi hai. Aap taste karke batana kaisi bani hai.

Fir Iyer naha dho kar taiyaar ho jata hai, aur breakfast table par aake baith jata hai. Babita usko khichdi parosti hai. Khichdi dekhne mein bhi achi thi, aur uski khushbu bhi mast thi. Iyer khichdi dekh kar bolta hai-

Iyer: Yaar ye to bahut mast lag rahi hai.

Babita: Taste kariye na jaldi!

Iyer: Haa kar raha hu.

Fir woh khichdi taste karta hai, aur pehle hi nivaale mein usko maza aa jata hai. Fir woh khichdi jaldi se khaane lagta hai aur Babita ki bahut tareef karta hai. Babita apni tareef sun kar khush ho jati hai, aur sochti hai-

Babita (mann mein): Abhi to Jetha ji ko bhi khilaungi. Woh bhi khush ho jayenge meri khichdi khaa kar.

Fir Iyer apne kaam par chala jata hai. Babita ghar ki saaf-safayi karti hai. Aur uske baad kitchen mein jaake, khichdi garam karke, dibbe mein daal kar pack kar leti hai. Fir woh ghar ko lock karti hai, aur nikal padti hai Jethalal ki dukan ki taraf.

Raaste mein Babita ko kayi londe ghoor rahe hote hai, aur uske sexy badan ko dekh kar aahen bhar rahe hote hai. Kuch hi minto mein Babita Jethalal ki dukan par pahunch jati hai. Jethalal to kab se uski raah dekh raha hota hai. Woh door se hi Babita ko aate hue dekh leta hai, aur apne aap ko theek karne lagta hai.

Fir woh doosri taraf muh karke anjaan ban kar baith jata hai, taaki Babita ko pata na chale, ki woh uska kitni besabri se intezaar kar raha tha. Babita dukan mein enter hoti hai, aur kehti hai-

Babita: Jethalal ji!

Jethalal (Hairan hone ka naatak karte hue): Arre Babita ji, aap aa gayi!

Babita: Ji main aa gayi.

Jethalal: Aaiye baithiye, kya lengi aap?

Babita: Ji kuch nahi, main to bas aapko ye khichdi dene aayi thi.

Jethalal: Arre haa, jab se iski khushbu soonghi hai, tab se isko khaane ke liye pet mein choohe disco dance kar rahe hai.

Babita Jetha ki baat par hasti hai, aur Jethalal usko haste dekh uske jism ko upar se neeche taadne lagta hai. Fir Babita dibba kholti hai, aur Jethalal ke aage kar deti hai. Jethalal khichdi dekh kar bolta hai-

Jethalal: Arre ye to bahut zyada hai. Aisa kijiye aap bhi mere sath khaa lijiye. Aapne khayi bhi hai abhi tak ki nahi?

Babita: Nahi, abhi tak to nahi.

Jethalal: Arre ye kya baat hui. Jisne banayi hai, woh abhi tak bhookhi hai.

Fir Jetha Bagha ko awaaz deta hai: Bagha! Arre oh Bagha!

Bagha andar se aata hai: Ji malik.

Jethalal: Andar se 2 plates aur 2 chammach leke aao.

Bagha: Ji Malik.

Fir Bagha andar chala jata hai.

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