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The second part of my fourth client visit with Jacqueline and Jaanvi is here. I hope my readers are paying close attention to the unfolding story. Stay tuned.

I hesitated for a second, stunned by the shift in the character of Jaanvi. But I couldn’t resist the intensity of the moment. “Alright,” I replied, my voice quiet but filled with anticipation. I began to explore my body. My hands moved slowly across my chest and down my torso.

Jaanvi’s gaze never left me. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and control. Jacqueline briefly glanced up from Jaanvi, her lips still brushing against her skin. “You’re doing well, Tanmay,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going.”

The sensation of their eyes on me heightened every touch. My hands roamed over my body, and the thrill of being observed by these two women made everything feel even more intense. It was as if my every movement was being silently judged and appreciated.

The room buzzed with an electric tension. Every breath, every glance amplifies the connection between the three of us. Jaanvi guided Jacqueline to the bed with an air of quiet authority. Her movements were smooth and deliberate. Jaanvi slowly stripped off her remaining clothes, revealing her bare, flawless skin.

The dim light of the room illuminated her body. With a playful smile, Jaanvi turned to Jacqueline, who was still in her lingerie. “Let’s make you more comfortable,” she said, gently removing Jacqueline’s t-shirt and shorts. Jaanvi then reached over to the bedside table.

She picked up a sleek vibrator and placed it within arm’s reach, a silent promise of what was to come. “Not yet,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips against Jacqueline’s cheek. Without another word, Jaanvi climbed on top of Jacqueline. Their bodies pressed together.

Jacqueline let out a soft gasp as Jaanvi positioned herself, her hips moving in slow, rhythmic circles. Jaanvi’s wetness glistened as she rubbed herself against Jacqueline, the intimacy between them electric and raw. Jacqueline let out a low moan.

Her hands gripping Jaanvi’s waist as she whispered, “You’re driving me crazy, Jaanu, keep going.” Jaanvi smiled down at her, eyes full of both affection and lust. “I know,” she replied softly, leaning in to kiss Jacqueline deeply, her hips continuing to grind with increasing intensity.

“You love it when I take control.” Jacqueline’s breathing became heavier, her back arching slightly as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. “Mmm… just like that, Jaan,” she murmured, her hands exploring Jaanvi’s back, pulling her closer.

Jaanvi’s gaze shifted toward me, her eyes filled with desire. “Tanmay,” she said in a breathy voice, “I hope you’re enjoying the view.” I nodded, speechless, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. The air was thick, their arousal. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their connection.

Jaanvi walked over to me, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous intensity. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “I know you want to be part of this. But that’s not in our agreement, Tanmay.” Her tone was firm yet playful, a teasing hint of control in her voice that sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, she slipped the vibrator into my briefs with a swift motion. My body tensed as the cold sensation met my skin. Before I could react, she held up the remote. Her finger hovered over the button. “We want to see how much you enjoy this,” she commanded, her eyes locked with mine.

Then, with a flick of her finger, she turned it on. A powerful wave of pleasure surged through me, the vibrations catching me completely off guard. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath, my body reacting instinctively. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Something I had only ever seen others experience from a distance. But now, I was right in the middle of it, every pulse sending shocks through my body. Jaanvi, clearly satisfied with the effect she was having, smiled slyly. She turned away, leaving the remote on the bedside table.

She sauntered back toward Jacqueline, her hips swaying as she moved. The room felt even hotter, the tension thicker with each second. Without breaking eye contact with me, Jaanvi leaned over Jacqueline and began to squeeze her breasts. Her hands moved with both tenderness and hunger.

Jacqueline moaned softly, her body arching under Jaanvi’s touch as she whispered, “You always know how to make me feel good.” Jaanvi grinned, her voice dripping with confidence. “Of course I do,” she replied, casting a glance in my direction.

As if reminding me that I was still part of their game—though only on their terms. “And I know you love being watched, don’t you, Jacq?” Jacqueline, breathless and flushed, nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet Jaanvi’s. “Yes, I do,” she murmured, biting her lip as Jaanvi’s hands explored her body.

Jaanvi was changing the mode of the vibrator at alternating intervals. Each switch sent waves of sensation that made it increasingly difficult for me to focus. I was at my peak. If it continued like this, I knew I would cum inside my briefs. The tension in the air was palpable.

I could sense that Jaanvi was keenly aware of my state, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She approached me with a sultry confidence, slipping her hand inside my briefs with a teasing grace. I held my breath as she wrapped her fingers around my dick, her touch both electrifying and intentional.

Leaning in closer, she whispered in my ear. Her voice was smooth and enticing, “I don’t want you to cum this early. The show is just beginning, dear.” With a playful smirk, she removed the vibrator from my briefs. The sudden coolness contrasted sharply with the heat of her hand.

Jaanvi then turned her attention to Jacqueline. Her demeanour shifted to one of bold excitement. She moved over to Jacqueline, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she began to use the vibrator on her pussy. Jacqueline gasped at the sensation. Her body arched toward Jaanvi’s touch, their chemistry electric.

I could only watch, my heart racing and my body aching with desire. The scene unfolded before me. It was an intoxicating blend of intimacy and exploration that left me craving more. Jaanvi’s eyes locked with mine. With a subtle but deliberate gesture, she commanded me to strip.

Her intent was clear without a word spoken. My pulse raced as I obeyed, shedding every layer until I stood completely bare. My body responds immediately to the intensity of the moment. My erection throbbed, fully aroused, aching for release.

Jaanvi’s focus never wavered as she attended to Jacqueline. Her hands moved with expert precision, squeezing and teasing while the low hum of the vibrator filled the room. Jacqueline writhed beneath her touch, moaning softly, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body.

Without breaking the rhythm, Jaanvi turned her gaze toward me again, her voice a quiet but firm command. “Masturbate.” I hesitated for only a second before my hand wrapped around my hardness, stroking myself. I watched the intimate scene unfold before me.

Every sound and every movement heightened my arousal, the raw sensuality in the air overwhelming. Each stroke felt electric, matching the rhythm of Jaanvi’s ministrations. Shared pulse of desire that connected the three of us in this moment of pure, unrestrained passion.

Jaanvi shifted Jacqueline effortlessly. Her hands were firm yet sensual, guiding her into the ‘kinky jockey’ position with a commanding presence. Jacqueline’s body responded immediately. Her back arched as she settled into place. Her skin flushed with excitement and slick.

A thin sheen of sweat that glistened under the dim light. Jaanvi, her voice low and seductive, whispered, “You’re going to love this, Jacq. Just let go for me.”

The strapon, already in place, brushed against Jacqueline’s thighs. Its presence was unmistakable. “I’m going to take you now,” Jaanvi murmured, her tone dripping with authority. “Are you ready for me?” Jacqueline let out a soft moan, her voice breathy, filled with anticipation. “Yes, Jaan… I’m ready.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jaanvi entered her, the feeling of fullness making Jacqueline gasp. “God, yes,” Jacqueline whimpered, her fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly. The vibrator continued to hum against her, sending waves of pleasure through her already trembling body.

Jaanvi leaned forward slightly. Her lips brushed against Jacqueline’s ear as she whispered, “Do you feel that? How perfectly do you fit around me? You were made for this.”

Jacqueline moaned in response, her voice shaky with pleasure. “Harder, Jaan… please, I need more.”

A sly smile curled on Jaanvi’s lips. “You’ll get what I give you. Just be a good girl and take it,” she replied, her tone firm but playful. She increased the intensity of her thrusts. Her hips moved with precision as Jacqueline’s body arched further, completely under Jaanvi’s control.

“Fuck, yes!” Jacqueline cried out, the pleasure building rapidly as Jaanvi’s movements synced with the relentless buzz of the vibrator. “I can’t— I’m so close!”

Jaanvi’s voice became a growl, deep and commanding. “Not yet. You hold it. You don’t come until I say you can.”

Jacqueline moaned in frustration, her body aching with need. “Please… please let me come.”

Jaanvi paused briefly, leaning down to kiss the back of Jacqueline’s neck before whispering, “Not until I want you to.”

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the slick rhythm of Jaanvi’s thrusts and Jacqueline’s ragged breathing. The control of the dominance radiated from Jaanvi as she dictated the pace. Teasing Jacqueline’s release but never quite letting her have it.

“I’m in charge here,” Jaanvi said, her voice silky yet firm. “And you’re going to come exactly when I tell you to. Understand?”

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, the soft hum of the vibrator, and the sharp gasps escaping Jacqueline’s lips. The connection between the three of us was palpable. Unspoken synchrony as Jaanvi fucked Jacqueline with increasing fervour.

Her movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through Jacqueline’s trembling body. My hand moved in perfect time with the rhythm of their passion, each stroke pulling me deeper into the shared experience.

The intensity built rapidly, the room thick with heat and desire. Jacqueline’s moans grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. My breaths became ragged, every fibre of my being on the edge. The moment was electric, the culmination of raw, untamed lust.

Jacqueline’s voice was almost desperate now. “Yes… yes, Jaan… please.” Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Jaanvi growled, “Now, Jacq. Cum for me.” With that permission, Jacqueline’s body exploded in pleasure. Her cries filled the room as she climaxed, the vibrator intensifying every wave.

Jaanvi smirked as she continued to move. Her dominance and control never wavered, even as Jacqueline came undone beneath her. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room as she reached her climax. The vibrator still pressed against her sensitive skin.

At that same moment, my release surged through me, the sensation overwhelming. I gave in to the pleasure coursing through my body. Jaanvi moved with fluid grace, suddenly shifting into the ‘rocket position.’ Her thighs straddled Jacqueline’s face as she sat over her, asserting her dominance.

Jacqueline, without hesitation, began to eagerly lick Jaanvi’s pussy, her moans muffled by the intensity of her task. From above, Jaanvi continued to finger Jacqueline, her control over the situation unmistakable. Each movement was deliberate and powerful.

I stood watching, my arousal intensifying with every passing second. The sight of Jaanvi’s absolute dominance pushed me to the edge. The desire to join them surged through me. But I knew better. Without their permission, I couldn’t act on it.

It was all part of the unspoken rules, the careful balance of control that made this dynamic so intoxicating. Jaanvi’s voice broke through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Use the vibrator on yourself,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

I obeyed, laying down beside them, running the vibrator over my body. Feeling the pulses of pleasure ripple through me. The sounds of our shared pleasure filled the room—Jaanvi’s breathy commands.  Jacqueline’s muffled moans as she devoured Jaanvi and my gasps as the vibrator teased every inch of me.

The air was thick with heat and lust. I could sense the tension building between all of us once again. The rhythm of our movements synced up in perfect harmony. Jaanvi’s control, Jacqueline’s submission, and my eager compliance to their every whim.

The pleasure mounted quickly, almost unbearably, until it reached that inevitable peak. And then, all at once, the release hit. Jaanvi’s body trembled as she climaxed. Her cries filled the room as Jacqueline continued to pleasure her. Jacqueline followed quickly.

Her body convulsed beneath Jaanvi’s touch while my orgasm rushed through me with intense force. The room echoed with the sound of our satisfaction. The shared pleasure left us all breathless, bodies collapsing beside one another in exhaustion.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Jaanvi and Jacqueline both turned to me, a satisfied smile playing on their lips. “Thank you,” they said almost in unison, their voices soft but filled with genuine appreciation. “You helped us fulfil our fantasy.”

We rested in comfortable silence, the weight of what had just happened settling in. Once our breathing steadied, we agreed to have another drink, the three of us sharing the quiet moments of post-climax clarity. I downed my drink, feeling the warmth spread through me.

I ate the food Jacqueline had ordered. After a quick shower, I dressed and said my goodbyes. As I left their place, the realization settled over me like a brand. The experience had changed something in me—a confirmation, a mark.

‘I’m a gigolo now,’ I thought, with an undeniable sense of pride. And I loved every part of it—the power, the pleasure, the freedom.

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Hello friends, mera name hai Rajveer, aur main Gujarat se hu.

Zyada bore na karte hue main seedha story pe aata hu. Story ki heroine hai meri bhabhi. Wo gori hai, aur size 34-32-34 hai. To baat shuru hoti hai aaj se 3 saal pehle, jab bhai ki shaadi hui thi. Mere bhai na name hai Suresh aur bhabhi ka name hai Muskan, aur hum sab joint family mein rehte hai. Meri family mein main, mom, dad, bhai, aur bhabhi hai.

Papa retired hai, bhai businessman hai, aur main abhi college karta hu. To baat hai aaj se kuch 3 month pehle ki. March ka month chal raha tha, aur gaon mein shaadi thi. To sabhi ghar walo ko jaana tha. But bhai ko business ki wajah se out of city jana pada 1 week ke liye.

Mera college tha to main bhi nahi jaa sakta tha. Aur bhabhi ki tabiyat thodi theek nahi thi, to unhone bhi ghar par rehna final kara. To shaadi mein sirf mom aur dad ko jana pada. Shaam ko mom-dad ko main chhodh ke aaya. Bhai business trip par tha, to ab ghar par sirf main aur bhabhi hi the.

Ghar aa kar main meri gf se phone par baat kar raha tha, aur bhabhi kitchen mein khaana bana rahi thi. Khaana banne ke baad wo hall mein aake tv dekh rahi thi, aur main apni gf se phone par baat kar raha tha. Waise meri gf ko bhabhi bahut ache se jaanti thi. Maine hi milwaya tha unko. Tabhi bhabhi ne hamare beech ki baat sun li, aur fir thodi der baad jab mera call cut hua, tab bhabhi mujhe chidhane lagi.

Bhabhi: To kya keh rahi thi Jinal (meri gf)?

Me: Kuch khass nahi, bas mera b’day aa raha hai 3 din baad, to party ke baare mein pooch rahi thi.

Bhabhi: Acha to fir to is baar badhiya gift milega b’day par.

Me: Haa kuch khaas nahi pata. Dekhe te hai kya deti hai wo.

Bhabhi: Acha bachhu, mere se chhupa rahe ho. Maine abhi tumhari baatein suni. Tum to usse kuch khaas birthday gift maang rahe the.

Ye sunte hi main sharma gaya, aur bola: Bhabhi aisa kuch bhi nahi hai.

Bhabhi: Acha devar ji, hame hi ullu bana rahe ho. Waise hamne bhi college kara hai. Hame bhi sab pata hai. Koi nahi karo. Abhi tumhari umar hai, karo mauj-masti. Par utni bhi zyada masti mat kar lena ki usse dikkat ho jaye.

Aur bhabhi hasne lagi, aur kitchen mein chali gayi, aur main ghar se baahar aa gaya doston se milne. Shaam ko jab ghar gaya, to raat ke 10:30 ho chuke the, aur bhabhi tv mein serial dekh rahi thi. Main bhi paas mein jaake baith gaya aur baat karne laga. Fir tabhi upar bhai ka call aa gaya, aur bhabhi baat karne lagi.

Baju mein baith kar main unhe chidhane laga, aur remote leke channel change kar raha tha. Tabhi bhabhi ne mere hath se remote cheen liya, aur wapas serial laga diya.

Main bola: Aap bhai se baat kar lo. Mujhe tab tak tv mein movies dekhne do.

But wo remote apne dono pairon ke neeche daba ke baith gayi. Bhabhi phone pe bhai se baat kar rahi thi, to mujhe masti soojhi, aur main masti karne laga. Kabhi unhe chimti kaat leta, kabhi unke pyar se gaal kheench raha tha, aur bol raha tha-

Main: Remote dedo, warna zyada pareshan karunga.

But wo nahi maani aur jab unki baat khatam ho gayi, to bhabhi masti-masti mein mujhe maarne lagi. Ab do din baad mera b’day tha to bhabhi ne poocha-

Bhabhi: Chocolate deni padegi devar ji, b’day hai to aapka.

Me: Ok, but gift bhi dena padega.

Bhabhi: Haa bol tujhe kya chahiye?

Me: Bhabhi ghar mein sirf aap aur main hu. Baaki sab baahar gaye hai. To…

Bhabhi: Ab aage bhi bol kya to-to laga rakha hai.

Me: Bhabhi to main soch raha tha, ki Jinal (meri gf) ko ghar bula lu, agar aap bura na maano to.

Bhabhi: Acha to bula lo. But khayaal rahe, ye baat mom-dad aur bhai ko pata na chale. Warna wo sab mujh par gussa karenge.

Me: Ok my dear bhabhi. Thank you (Aur unke gaal ke upar ek kiss kar di).

To bhabhi ne mujhe thappad maar diya masti-masti mein.

Wo boli: Ruk jaa abhi, teri gf aane wali hai, to uske liye ye sab rakho.

Me: Haa to aap bi to meri pyari bhabhi ho. Aapko gaal pe kiss to main kar hi sakta hu na?

Bhabhi: Hatt badmash! Chal ab sone jaane de mujhe.

Aur bhabhi apne room mein jaa ke so gayi. Fir main terrace pe jaa kar cigarette peene laga. Uske baad apne room mein jaake so gaya. Subha utha, aur apni gf ko milne gaya. Usko mila, tabhi usko uske papa ka call aaya.

Unhone kaha: Beta tere didi aur jija ji ka accident hua hai, to abhi hum sab ko jana padega. Tum jaldi ghar aa jao.

Usme mujhse ye saari baat boli, aur mera mood off ho gaya. Usne mujhe bola-

Jinal: Sorry, but jana padega.

Aur wo chali gayi. Fir main apne friend se mila, aur cigarette wagaira pee ke ghar wapas aa gaya. But is saari baat de mera mood kharaab ho gaya tha, to main seedha room mein jaane laga.

Tabhi bhabhi ne bola: Chalo khaana khaa lo.

Me: Nahi khaana.

Bhabhi: To pehle bolna tha na. Maine bana diya, ab kya karu?

Me (gusse mein): Haa to aap khaa lo, mujhe nahi khaana.

Aur main room mein fresh hone chala gaya. 30 minute baad bhabhi room mein aayi aur poocha-

Bhabhi: Kya hua?

Me: Kuch nahi, bas mood off hai.

Bhabhi: Haa tabhi to pooch rahi hu, ki kya hua.

Kyun mood off hai hamare dever ji ka?

Me: Wo Jinal ki didi aur jija ji ka accident hua hai, to wo uski didi ke waha gayi hai, isliye.

Bhabhi: Acha (aur hasne lagi).

Me: Aapko bahut hassi aa rahi hai. Kal mera b’day hai, aur wo chali gayi.

Bhabhi: Acha koi baat nahi, wo to wapas aa hi jayegi. Tum kyun apna mood bigaad rahe ho. Chalo khaana khaa lo, aur so jao. Kal b’day hai tumhara.

Aur fir maine khaana khaaya, aur baad mein let ke phone chalane laga. Raat ko 12 baje sab ne wish kiya. Mom, dad, friends, aur gf ne bhi call par wish kiya. Bhabhi ka bhi message aaya happy birthday ka.

Main sab ko thank you bola, aur fir 12:45 tak sab se baat karke so gaya. Subha utha aur fresh hoke hall mein aaya. Bhabhi ne nashta ready rakha tha. Maine nashta kara.

Bhabhi: To fir kya hai aaj ka plan?

Me: Kuch bhi nahi.

Bhabhi: Aisa thodi hota hai. Aapka b’day hai, kuch to plan kiya hoga na?

Me: Haa kiya to tha.

Bhabhi: Kya kiya tha, mujhe to bolo.

Me: Bas raat ko baahar friends ke sath party karunga.

Aur fir shaam to Jinal aane wali thi ghar mein cake lekar.

Bhabhi: Aur?

Me: Aur kuch nahi, bas wo aati aur celebration karte sab sath mein.

Bhabhi: Acha, maine to suna tha tum daaru bhi laane waale the Jinal ke sath (ye saari baat bhabhi ne us din phone pe sun li thi, jab main baat kar raha tha tab).

Me: Haa but ab wo nahi aa rahi, to ab nahi laani.

Bhabhi: Suno, le aana. Waise bhi ghar par koi nahi hai, aur maine bhi last time tumhare bhai ke sath goa gayi thi, tab taste ki thi. Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai, to thodi main bhi fir se try kar loongi.

Me: Ok bhabhi, waise kon si brand lau?

Bhabhi: Jo tujhe acha lage.

Me: Theek hai.

Main fir baahar nikal gaya, aur friends ko mila. Cake cut karke sab movie dekhne gaye. Fir shaam ko 8:30 ko ghar pahuncha black dog ki bottle ke sath (black dog mera favourite brand hai). Uske baad apne room mein fresh hone chala gaya.

Bhabhi hall mein baithi thi. Main room mein aaya, fresh hua, to meri gf ki video call aayi. Main baat kar raha tha, aur wo mujhe mana rahi thi ki aaj wo nahi thi.

Fir main bola: It’s ok.

Usne mujhe video call mein mast boobs dikhaye aur ye sab se mera hathiyar taiyaar ho gaya. Fir main usse baahar nikal kar video call pe baat karte-karte hilane laga, aur mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki mere room ka door open tha. Bhabhi aayi, aur mujhe masturbation karte dekh li, aur mujhe pata hi nahi tha. Main to gf se video call mein uske nude boobs, aur pussy dekh kar apna lund hila raha tha.

Bhabhi ye sab dekh rahi thi. 5 minute baad wo chali gayi, aur main terrace pe cigarette peene chala gaya. Fir 9 pm ke aas-paas wapas neeche aaya. Bhabhi ne mast cake ka order diya tha. Table bhi mast saja ke rakha tha, aur ac chal raha tha. Mast romantic music chal raha tha. Maine cake kaata aur bhabhi ko khilaya. Fir wo mujhe aur mere face pe cake lagane lagi

Maine bhi unhe peeche se pakad ke unhe cake laga diya. Hum dono ke muh cake se bigad chuke the, aur fir dono fresh hone apne-apne room mein chale gaye. Main fresh hoke wapas hall mein aa gaya. 10 minute baad bhabhi bhi aayi, aur main unhe dekhta hi reh gaya.

Unhone nighty pehni thi, aur bra bhi nikaal di thi. Fir hamne normal sa nashta kara. Uske baad drink ke baare mein baat aayi. Main black dog ki bottle leke aaya hi tha. Bhabhi kitchen mein se cold-drink aur baraf le aayi. Fir hum peene lage. Mast romantic song music chal raha tha.

5-6 peg ke baad bhabhi ko chadhne lagi, aur main unko hi dekh raha tha. Unke boobs aur unki kamar par meri nazar thi. Bhabhi ne mujhe dekh liya aur boli-

Bhabhi: Kya dekhe rahe ho?

Me: Kuch nahi bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Haa main sab samajhti hu (sharaab ne apna kaam chaalu kar diya tha).

Me: Sach mein aisa kuch nahi hai.

Bhabhi: Chal jhoothe, mujhse jhooth bolega? Waise aaj to tera plant bigad gaya.

Me: Kon sa plan?

Bhabhi: Gf ke sath wala.

Me: Koi nahi, fir mil lenge.

Bhabhi: Aur wo gift jo tujhe wo dene wali thi?

Me: Kon sa gift?

Bhabhi: Wahi jo tumari iccha thi, use ghar pe bula ke karne ki.

Me (Sharmate hue): Arre aisa kuch nahi hai bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Haa maine dekha wo to.

Me: Kya dekha?

Bhabhi: Wahi Jo tum video call pe baat karte-karte hila rahe the.

Mere to hosh hi udd gaye, aur main sharmane laga.

Bhabhi: Ab kya sharma raha hai. Tab to bade maze le raha tha.

Main abhi bhi unke boobs dekhe  jaa raha tha.

Bhabhi ne fir pakad liya, aur boli: Devar ji control rakho. Main bhabhi hu tumhari (aur hasne lagi).

Main bhi hasne laga.

Bhabhi: Kaisa laga?

Me: Kya?

Bhabhi: Jo dekh rahe the.

Me: Kaise batau, abhi kaha poora dekha hai.

Bhabhi: Acha, to kya iccha hai mere devar ji ki?

Me: Kuch nahi bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Ek baat bata, Jinal mein aur mujhme kon zyada acha lagta hai tujhe?

Me: Aap bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Kyun?

Me: Aap ho hi itni mast, cute, caring.

Bhabhi: Sab pata hai mujhe, jhooth mat bol.

Me: Sach bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Acha sabse zyada acha kya laga mujhme?

Me: Aapki eyes, aapki smile etc…

Bhabhi: Aur?

Me: Aapka figure.

Bhabhi: Figure mein kya acha laga?

Me: Wo… aapke (isharon se batane laga).

Bhabhi: Boobs, acha to bol na. Sharmata kyun hai?

Me: Haa wahi.

Bhabhi: Acha aur?

Me: Aur poori ki poori aap. Bhabhi ye sab chhodho, mera b’day gift?

Bhabhi: Kya chahiye?

Main unke boobs dekhne laga.

Bhabhi: Sharam kar, bhabhi hu teri main.

Me: Aapne hi poocha kya gift chahiye, isliye bola.

Bhabhi: Acha theek hai, but sirf dikhaungi.

Tum touch nahi karoge. Main maan gaya. Mere mann mein laddu foot rahe the, kyunki main jaanta tha ye kaha pe jaake rukega. Fir hum dono ne ek-ek peg aur banaya, aur fatt se pee gaye. Bhabhi khadi hui, aur mere saamne aake apni nightie upar se khol ke boobs dikhane lagi. Main to swarg mein pahunch gaya aur mera lund tight ho gaya.

Main bola: Bhabhi mujhe to aapko poora nude dekhna hai.

Thodi der manane ke baad wo maan gayi aur poori nangi ho kar saamne aa gayi. Ab mera lund full tight tha. Upar se daaru ka nasha tha. Main firse lund baahar nikaal kar hilane laga.

Bhabhi jaane lagi, to main bola: Kya hua?

Wo boli: Ho gaya gift, ab kapde pehan lu.

Maine bola: Please thodi der aur, mera paani nikaal lu. Please please please please.

Wo khadi rahi aur main hilane laga. 10 minute, 15 minute, par paani nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.

Bhabhi boli: Aur kitni der?

Me: Bas thodi der aur, bas ho jayega.

Bhabhi kya main aapke boobs choo ke dekh lu? Shayad mera jaldi ho jaye.

Bhabhi: No.

But ab main bhi kaha maanne wala tha. Maine boobs pakde, aur dabane laga. Bhabhi chhootne ki poori koshish kar rahi thi, but dheere-dheere. Maine fir unka ek boob apne muh mein bhar liya, aur choosne laga. Thodi der na-nukur ke baad wo thoda-thoda maanne lagi. Maine 10 minute boob choos-choos ke laal kar diye. But lund se paani nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.

Bhabhi boli: Aur kitni der?

Main bola: Ye dekho, aaj nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha.

Bhabhi mere paas aayi, aur apne hath mein lund pakad ke aage-peeche karne lagi. Aur main full mauj mein tha. Main swarg mein pahunch gaya tha. Main kabhi boob dabata, kabhi muh mein boob choos leta. Fir maine dheere se apni ek ungli unki chut mein daal di.

Bhabhi fataak se uchal padi, aur mujhe gusse se dekhne lagi. But kuch boli nahi. Wo mera lund hilane lagi. Main firse dheere se ek baar unki pussy ke aas-paas ungli le jaane laga, aur andar daal di. Is baar bhabhi ne mana nahi kara.

Main fir dheere se unhe apne room mein le gaya, aur ungli karne laga. Fir bed pe lita diya. Unki eyes band thi, aur wo moan kar rahi thi. Tabhi maine dheere se apna muh unki pussy pe rakh diya, aur dekha ki bhabhi aur uttejit ho gayi thi. Main fir unki pussy chaatne laga. Kareeb 12 minute pussy chaatne ke baad unka paani nikal gaya, aur main saara paani pee gaya. Bhabhi full maze mein bed pe eyes band karke leti rahi.

Main fir bola: Bhabhi apka to ho gaya. Abhi mere kya?

Bhabhi: Tere saamne nangi hu, toone mere boobs choos liye, chut chaat li, aur abhi pooch raha hai mujhse (aur wo hasne lagi).

Main samajh gaya aur lund unke  muh ke paas le gaya. Unhone mast choosa lund 10 minute tak. Fir main neeche aaya, unke pair failaye, aur apna lund unki chut mein daalne laga. Lund aasani se chut mein chala gaya.

Poore room mein pach pach ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Kareeb 20 minute chodne ke baad mera paani nikalne wala tha, to main bola-

Me: Paani kaha nikalu?

Bhabhi: Andar hi nikaal de aaj. Subha i-pill le loongi.

Aur fir ek aakhri shot ke sath  mera paani unke andar nikaal diya, aur unpe hi let gaya. Fir main kiss karne laga unke hontho pe. Us raat maine 3 baar aur bhabhi ki chudai ki. Unko lund chuswaya. Unki chut chaati, aur unke boobs dabaye.

Aage ki story next part mein bataunga ki maine kaise fir unki gaand bhi maari aur bahut kuch kiya. To friends kaisi lagi meri story, please comment kariyega. Ye meri 1st story hai, to kuch galti hui ho to mujhe maaf kariyega.

Hi, this is Raj, aur ye meri personal story hai, jo main share karne jaa raha hu. I am 29 years old. Meri height 5’5″ hai, and I am working in an MNC. Ye tab ki baat hai jab main Bengaluru mein flat dhoondh raha tha. Kahani yu shuru hoti hai, ki Bengaluru mein mujhe flat rent pe chahiye tha, aur sab flats mehange mil rahe the.

Finally bahut dhoondhne ke baad mujhe ek sharing flat mila, jaha pe already ek young couple rehte the. Unhone family ki tarah mera swagat kiya. Akash aur Banita ek open relationship mein the. Banita gori thi, chubby thi, aur uska body structure zabardast tha.

Jab main pehle flat dekhne gaya, I was like yaha control mein rehna hoga. Kyunki Banita bahut zyada hot thi, aur dekhte hi jaise muh mein paani aa jaye waisa badan tha uska.

Fir maine wo flat le liya, aur wahan pe shift ho gaya. Pehle kuch din awkward lagta tha mujhe. Par dheere-dheere hum dost ban gaye. Akash aur Banita dono bahut hi free minded couple the. Kabhi-kabhi lagta tha ki dono friends for benefits the.

Wo dono openly love aur kiss wagaira kar dete the. I used to say “Sharam karo” and wo dono kehte “It’s ok, pyar karna to darna kya, aur chhupana kya. Hum kamra band karke karenge tab bhi tum jaan hi jaoge ki hum kya kar rahe hai”.

Ek baar un dono ne bataya kaise unhone apni fantasy poori karne ke liye usi flat ki balcony pe sex kiya tha, aur neeche watchman dekh liya tha, aur tab se bahut din tak wo hamesha balcony mein jhaankta rehta tha.

Ek baar main office se aaya, aur door open karke andar gaya. Unke kamre se awaaz aa rahi thi. Fir jab main wahan se apne room ki aur guzra, to meri aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Unka darwaza thoda khula tha, and Banita Akash ke lund ki sawari kar rahi thi.

Mujhe uski nangi peeth dikh rahi thi, aur boobs bhi side se thode dikh rahe the. Is beech suddenly Banita peeche ghoomi, aur usne mujhe wahan dekh liya, aur aankhen badi karke hath dikhaya ki jao yaha se. Main fir wahan se chala gaya.

Next day morning main hall mein baith ke tv dekh raha tha subha. Mere office ki chutti thi. Akash mujhe bye bol ke nikal gaya 2 din ke trip ke liye.

Wo jaate hue bola: Banita bhi shaam ki flight se ghar jayegi, use drop kar dena.

Thodi der baad Banita uth ke aayi. Mujhe kal wali baat pe sharam aa rahi thi, aur awkward  sa lag raha tha. Banita bahut hi chhoti shorts aur apne boobs chhup sake itne hi sleeveless top mein thi. Wo aake sofe pe baith gayi. Use dekh ke aise lag raha tha, jaise wo nangi hi thi.

Uski milky body sab jagah se exposed thi, aur top se uske nipples saaf dikh rahe the. Sath hi sath bada sa cleavage bhi dikh raha tha. Had to tab hui, jab wo table ke neeche se ek magazine uthane ke liye jhuki, tab uske boobs almost baahar aa gaye.

Maine baat shuru karte hue kaha: I’m sorry for yesterday. Main rukna nahi chaahta tha, par pata nahi kyun atak gaya.

Usne naughty smile deke bola: Tere to maze ho gaye free mein. Waise kaisi lag rahi thi main?

Main shock ho gaya. Mujhe laga tha awkward feel rahega, par yaha Banita excited hoke pooch rahi thi.

Usne poocha: Bol, sharma mat. Mujhe pata hai tu jaan-boojh ke ruka tha. Itni khoobsurat ladki saamne nangi chud rahi ho, to aankhen to khuli reh jayengi.

Maine kaha: Tum ek-dum vanilla ice cream lag rahi thi.

Us baat pe wo hass padi aur room ki taraf chalne lagi. Suddenly wo ruk gayi aur boli-

Banita: Breakfast pe ice cream khaa le aaj, thand to nahi lagegi?

Aur fir usne apna top utaar ke mere pe fenk diya. Uske nange boobs dekh ke mera lund khada ho gaya. Ek second ke liye laga ki ye sapna tha. Fir main bhaag ke uske peeche gaya, aur kamre mein jaate hi usko zor se hug karne laga.

Main uske 36″ ke boobs choosta raha, aur fir uski shorts utaar ke usko nanga kar diya. Uske milky nangi body dekh ke lund fadfada raha tha. Fir maine use jee bhar ke pyar kiya. Wo pagal ho rahi thi. Usne mujhe kaha-

Banita: Mujhe laga tha tum pehle mujh pat line maaroge. Tumne aise kuch kiya nahi. Mujhe hi darwaza khula rakhna pada.

Usne fir mujhe dhakka diya, aur mera lund usne muh mein le liya. Fir wo lund ko paaglon ki tarah choosne lagi. Ye mujhe ek sapne jaise lag raha tha. Par hakeekat mein mera lund Banita ke muh mein tha

Wo paaglon ki tarah mera lund choosti rahi, aur thodi der mein main uske muh mein jhad gaya. Wo mera sara cum pee gayi. Maine poocha ki wo apne boyfriend ko bhi aise hi blowjob ke baad muh mein jhadne deti thi. To usne kaha ye uska favourite tha.

Fir wo mere upar chadh gayi, aur ride karne lagi. Main uske 36″ boobs ko masalta gaya, aur josh mein uske boobs ko thappad laga diya. Banita shock hui thoda, aur boli-

Banita: Saale, randi samjha hai kya mujhe?

Maine kuch bola nahi. Kuch seconds mein wo hass padi, aur boli-

Banita: Behanchod randi bana sakta hai to bana le.

Thodi der baad maine use kutti bana ke doggy-style mein choda.

Maine bola: Saali kutiya, mujhe laga ye meri galti thi. Par sach mein tu randi mujhse chudna chaahti thi.

Fir usne bola: Ek din subha main tumhare kamre mein aayi thi charger lene, aur tum so rahe the shorts mein. Tumhara lund khada tha. Tab se mujhe tumse chudna tha. Isliye main tumhe seduce karna chaahti thi.

Ye sab sun ke main aur zor se use chodne laga. Uski makhmali gaand ko maine thappad se laal kar diya. Kareeb 1 ghante tak hum ek-doosre pe toot pade. Fir us din shaam ko wo ghar chali gayi, par hamari kahani khatam nahi hui.

Agli story mein bataunga kaise ye baat aage jaake threesome mein badli, aur multiple group sex hue.

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Hi guys, My name is Jack, age 25, working in a software company as a team leader. 15 members are working under me, a monthly salary of 2 lakhs per month. I got married 6 months back to Shruthi Hassan, age 21, working as a biology teacher in a school.

It was an arranged marriage. I had many girlfriends in my college days. On the first night, I found out she didn’t have any boyfriends and that she was a virgin. I fucked her till I felt I could not move anymore.

Six months have passed, and our lives are going smoothly. We both usually fuck like rabbits whenever we can.

One day, I went to a pub with my close friend from college, Abishek. He also works in my company as well as, but on another team. After drinking a few rounds, all of a sudden, Abishek started to cry. I didn’t know why he was crying, so I asked him.

Me: Dude, what happened? Why are you crying?

Abhishek: I don’t want to live anymore. I feel like committing suicide.

I was shocked by his words.

Me: Tell me your problem. I will help you.

Abishek: How can you help me? I have tried everything.

Me: First, tell me what’s happened.

Abhishek: I can’t fuck my wife. I have erectile dysfunction.

Me: What!

I was again shocked by his words. He got married a few months ago. I didn’t know he had this kind of problem. Now I know why whenever I ask him to go on a double date like that, he always says some excuse and avoids it. This is why Abhishek and his wife are not on good terms.

Me: Did you consult a doctor?

Abhishek: Yes, no use at all. I did everything everybody said.

He was crying like a baby. We drank a few more rounds.

Me: Does your wife say anything?

Abhishek: As she is from a village, she doesn’t know much. Whenever she asks me for sex, I always make some excuses and keep a distance from her.

Me: Then what happened?

Abhishek: 1 week ago, she tried to seduce me and did everything, but my dick didn’t raise at all. Now she knows I have a problem, and she wants a divorce.

Me: Don’t worry, we can think of something.

Abhishek: No, man, she is saying she’s going to apply for divorce due to my condition. If she files for divorce, then everyone will come to know my condition, and I will definitely kill myself.

I consoled him, and I promised him I would handle it. We booked a cab as we both were drunk. We first went to Abhishek’s house. He can’t walk straight. I rang the calling bell, and Janvi opened the door. Janvi is Abhishek’s wife, age 21. Like my wife, she looked very sexy in her nighty.

I got an instant boner seeing her. I can’t imagine why my friend can’t get an erection seeing her. I just laid Abhishek on the bed and left. I came back to my home and sat on the sofa, thinking about Abhishek.

I lit up a cigarette and started smoking. Shruthi came asking, “Do you need anything to eat?”

Me: No, I am full.

Seeing my face, she understood something was bothering me.

Shruthi: What is it? What are you thinking?

I didn’t know whether to share or not. After thinking, I told her everything. I want her opinion from a female perspective. She took the cigarette from my hand and took a puff.

Shruthi: So sad to hear it. He must be devastated. He can’t get an erection in front of a woman. He must have felt ashamed.

Me: Yes, he was crying the whole time.

Shruthi: If anything is needed, ask me. I will help in whatever way possible.

Me: The thing is, his wife is very hot. Anyone would get a boner just seeing her.

Shruthi: Did you get a boner when you dropped your friend?

I smiled at her. Shruthi came to the floor on her knees, opened my pants, and my dick came out like a spring, standing erect.

Shruthi: So this is due to her, huh?

Me: Yes.

Shruthi: Would you fuck her?

Me: Of course I will.

Shruthi: You have no shame. it’s your friend’s wife.

Me: I am just kidding, Shruthi.

Shruthi: I know. Let me bring down this boner.

Shruthi started sucking my dick. I was in a trance, smoking cigarettes. I was getting a hell of a blowjob from my wife. This is life. After fifteen minutes, she stripped all her clothes, got on top of me, and started fucking me on the sofa. She stuffed her boobs in my mouth.

Shruthi: Suck it, suck it, baby.

I sucked her tits and grabbed her ass, lifting her up and down. Shruthi was moaning due to pleasure.

Shruthi: Fuck me, fuck me, ah slap my ass,

I started slapping her ass. Shruthi always moans a lot. It will make you want to fuck her even more. We fucked for at least 30 minutes.

Me: I’m going to cum, Shruthi.

She immediately got up and kneeled on the floor. She was stroking my dick as fast as she could. I came all over her face. Then, we both shared one more cigarette and slept.

The next day I came to the company and looked for Abishek. There he was. I immediately went to him.

Abhishek: Please don’t tell my problem to anyone.

Me: Don’t worry. I will figure out the problem and help you.

Abhishek: Thanks, dude.

Me: Tomorrow Sunday, come to my flat. We will discuss it there.

Abhishek: What about your wife?

Me: I told her everything.

Abhishek: What, why did you tell her?

Me: Don’t worry, man. she will not say this to anyone.

As planned, he came to my flat, which is a 3-bedroom flat. Abishek greeted Shruthi, and we both went to my office room.

Me: I have so many questions to ask.

Abhishek: Ask me anything.

Me: You never got an erection before.

Abhishek: No, man, I never had this issue before. whenever I watch a porn video, I get an instant boner.

Me: Did you consult a doctor?

Abhishek: I did everything, even pills, but no use.

Me: Did you try watching porn before going to your wife?

Abhishek: Yes, many times, but when I came close to my wife, the erection went away.

Me: Did you ask your wife for a blowjob?

Abhishek: She sucked my dick for at least an hour but no use at all.

Hearing his answer, something struck in my mind. I think his problem may be that he is not attracted to Janvi, his wife. Maybe if he tried to fuck another woman, he may get an erection. But how can I confirm this? There is only one way. I need Shruthi’s help.

Me: Wait here. I will come back in a minute.

Saying that, I immediately went to Shruthi.

Me: Shruthi, I need your help.

Shruthi: What help? I will do anything.

Me: Can you fuck Abhishek?

Shruthi: What are you saying, Jack? What will your friend think of me? I am not a bitch.

Me: Come on, honey, try. I want to confirm something. Please do it for me. You said you would do anything right, then fuck him.

Shruthi thought for a while.

Shruthi: Thinking about it is making me kinky. Are you going to watch me?

Me: Yes, I will be there.

Shruthi: Ok, then, did you ask Abhishek?

Me: No, I wanted your consent first.

Shruthi: Ok, go and ask him.

I told Abhishek about my idea of him fucking my wife. He didn’t accept it at first, but I convinced him, “I don’t want to know why you have problems. This is the only way to find it out.”

After some time, Shruthi came to the room with a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, poured in each of them. We said cheers to each other and drank whiskey. After 2 rounds, I asked Shruthi to strip.

Shruthi was wearing a silk nighty. She slowly opened her nighty zip and slipped it from her shoulders, and it fell, revealing her sexy body to me and my friend.  She had a lacy bra and pants. Her nipples are seen through the bra.

Me: Dude, feel anything down there?

Abhishek: No, nothing, dude.

Me: Come on, dude, nothing at all.

Abhishek became silent. He was not attracted to my wife either.

Me: It’s okay, dude. It’s just a test. Next test.

Me: Shruthi, take his dick out and stroke it.

Shruthi came near Abishek, opened his pants, and lowered his pants along with his underwear. He was telling the truth. His dick was still limp, even after seeing my hot wife.

I am having a hard time controlling my dick. It was standing up straight. Shruthi started stroking Abhishek’s dick. Even after stroking for 10 minutes, his dick didn’t budge.

Me: Shruthi, suck his dick.

As an obedient wife, she took his limp dick. Her mouth started licking and sucking, but even after that, there was no use at all. I poured another round for us and asked when you had an erection last time.

Abhishek: 3 days back, while watching porn.

“What?”Shruthi and I said that at the same time. That’s when it struck.

Me: How often do you watch porn?

Abhishek: Don’t mistake me. I used to watch porn daily before marriage, but nowadays, not regularly.

I got an idea. I said to him, Take your phone and watch porn. He did it just as I said. While he was watching porn on his mobile, I told Shruthi to suck his dick.  Shruthi took Abhishek’s dick in her mouth and started sucking again. This time his dick was growing inside her.

Shruthi: Now it got up, bro.

Me: Now I know the problem.

Shruthi and Abhishek asked what it was simultaneously.

“Abhishek is addicted to porn. He has no problem while watching porn, but when it comes to real sex, his dick is going down.”

To test that, I told him to stop watching the porn. Shruthi was still sucking his dick, but within a few minutes, it got limp again.

With that, I confirm my theory about his porn addiction.

Abhishek: What should I do then?

I thought for a while.

Me: I have one more theory I want to confirm.

Abhishek: What is it?

Me: Shruthi, come and suck my dick.

Shruthi came to me and lowered my shorts. I didn’t wear anything under the shorts. My dick came out erect. Abhishek was amazed to see my dick. Shruthi took my dick in mouth, slurping it like a kulfi, seeing my wife sucking my dick. Abhishek got his erection back.

I told Shruthi to stroke his dick with her hands. She grabbed his dick and started stroking while sucking my dick. This time his dick didn’t go down.  After a few minutes, I told everyone, “Come on, guys, let’s go to the bedroom.”

We all went to our bedroom and told Shruthi to lie on the bed. I removed her panty and pushed my dick deep inside her. She was soaking wet already. Abhishek was watching so closely. His dick was erect and didn’t go down.

Me: Come on, dude, why are you waiting? My wife is all yours. Do as you please.

I was fucking her pussy. Abhishek came to the top and kissed my wife on the lips. Shruthi grabbed his dick. I pushed my dick as deep as I could. Abhishek went from her lip to her boobs. He opened her bra and started sucking them. But immediately after a few minutes, Abhishek cum on my wife’s hands.

He lay on the bed watching me fucking my wife. After 10 minutes, I rolled Shruthi, made her stand on all fours, and started fucking her from behind. Shruthi took Abhishek’s limp dick again in her mouth, but this time it started to grow. He grabbed her head and pushed his deep inside her mouth.

Shruthi: Oh my god, ahhh. I am so lucky today. I have two cocks to play today.

Hearing those words, I started ramming her as fast as I could. After another 15 minutes of fucking in doggy style.

Me: Come on, dude, switch places with me.

I took a condom from the drawer and gave it to Shruthi. She put it on Abhishek’s dick. I don’t want his cum inside my wife. Then he came behind her and started fucking her doggy style, While I was pushing my dick inside her mouth.

To my surprise, he cum immediately after two minutes. I fucked Shruthi for almost 30 minutes. I didn’t cum till now. After cumming again, Abhishek was washed out and fell on the bed.

Shruthi stopped sucking my dick. Jack fuck me. I lifted Shruthi in my hands and started fucking her in the air. Abhishek was watching us go. I fucked her for another 15 minutes.

Shruthi: I feel so hot, fuck me like a bitch while your friend watches.

I felt like cumming. I immediately placed her down on the floor, cum all over face and boobs.

Abhishek: Wow, dude, you can hold for a long time.

Shruthi: Yeah, we both fuck a lot, but today was different. I don’t know how many times I have reached orgasm.

We all lit a cigarette and drank some more whisky. As we were drinking, I concluded.

Me: Abhishek, I know what you need.

Abhishek: What is it?

He was so curious to know.

Me: The only way for you to fuck your wife is by watching someone fucking because of your porn addiction.

Abhishek: But it’s an impossible thing. How can I say that I only get hard when watching others fuck?

Me: Don’t worry, I will think of something and make it work.

Shruthi started cuddling me in the side and started stroking my dick. It got hard again. She got on top of me in cowgirl position, and seeing her move made Abhishek hard again.

Abhishek: I can’t believe It is hard again.

Me: Then why are you standing there? Come fuck my wife’s mouth.

Shruthi: Come on, bro, I am waiting.

He immediately shoved his dick inside Shruthi’s mouth and started moving his hip, fucking her mouth, but within 10 minutes he came inside her mouth. Shruthi took the water bottle from the side stand and drank it with his cum.

Shruthi: Your cum is sweet, bro, ahhh.

She started to move faster on my dick, up, down, up, down. Abhishek sat on the chair and watched the live show.

Shruthi: Jack, Oh my god, Jack, I am going to reach orgasm. Oh my god!

Shruthi reached an orgasm and fell over my body. I rolled and came on top of her and started fucking her in a missionary position. She started to moan again, gripping her legs around her waist.

Shruthi: Ah, oh my god.

After 30 minutes, I felt like cumming. I removed my dick from her pussy and pushed it inside her mouth, discharging a whole lot of cum inside her mouth.

After some time, Abhishek left for home. Shruthi asked me what’s your plan.

Me: I don’t know yet. I will think of something.

The thing is, I already have an idea it is to fuck Abhishek’s wife with his consent. Here, I stop the story. I will post the next part only if this story gets many comments.

Washing my face, I came out of the room and saw nobody was in the living hall. I came to the front door and opened it. I walked to the backyard, and it was a long walk as the house was huge, and I found no one outside. I came to the back of the house.

I saw Ishani standing near a window and peeing inside the closed shutters. Seeing me, she placed a finger on her lips and gestured me not to speak. Wondering what she was seeing through the closed window, I stood on her left side.

I saw a small opening in the wooden window shutter through which she was peeping inside. My cock stirred in my briefs seeing Ishani stretching her upper to peep inside. Her breasts protruded out from the thin shirt material, with nipples poking out.

Stretching my right hand, I pulled her, holding her midriff and tried to kiss her on the lips. Pushing me away, she indicated me to look though another hole in the window shutters. Out of curiosity, I peeped through the small hole and to my surprise, it was Grandpa’s room.

He was lying on the bed with just a dhoti on his body. His big grey hairy chest was naked, and he was talking to someone in the room, and that person was not visible to me. I couldn’t hear the voice as all the wooden shutters were closed, and the fan was running at full speed.

“Who is the person inside? I can’t see the other person,” I whispered to Ishani, and she signalled me to wait. After a few seconds, I saw a lady coming into my view wearing a white saree. She sat on the bed near Grandpa’s thighs.

OMG, it was thundering thighs Mamata Aunty, wife of Raman’s Uncle, my Mom’s elder brother. She looked at my Grandpa, removed the Mangalsutra chain from her neck and placed it on the dresser table. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Mamata Aunty was bending and pushed Grandpa’s dhoti aside. I saw her fishing out Grandpa’s cock pushing the dhoti aside. My head spun when I saw Grandpa’s cock. It was a monster, one like a horse cock, not a human’s one. It was dark-skinned, about 10-12 long, and was very thick.

Mamata Aunty was holding it with two hands at the base. She was moving her hands up and down over the monster cock jerking Grandpa. First, I couldn’t digest seeing Mamata Aunty holding Grandpa’s cock and getting intimate with her Father-in-law.

Secondly, the monster cock of my 75-year-old Grandpa, who was paralyzed waist down. I wondered how a 75-year-old bedridden man could get an erection, and that, too, a monstrous one. I had seen such huge dicks only in porn, not in real life.

Ishani was not exaggerating when she said that she had seen bigger ones than my 8-inch cock. I was in a daze until I felt my shorts pulled down and my cock being gripped. I turned and saw Ishani jerking my cock and was smiling at me.

“Now, do you believe me? I will continue what I stopped in the attic. To make you cum. After your release, we will go. I don’t want someone catching us. I will explain everything later. Now see the show quietly and cum quickly while I jerk you,” Ishani urged and began jerking my cock faster.

I looked at her as she masturbated me with a wide smile on her face. She was not interested in watching the show as she had seen it a number of times. But her eyes were on my cock, which was dripping a lot of pre-cum. Not wanting to miss the live action, I peeped in again.

I saw Grandpa pulling the pallu down from Mamata Aunt’s shoulders, baring her white blouse. I could see her not wearing a bra. Her dark areolas and nipples were visible through the thin blouse material. Her naked fleshy tummy was a feast to the eyes.

Mamata Aunty pulled the saree knot near her navel and pushed the saree down to the floor from her body. She was in her white blouse and matching petticoat. Grandpa pulled the petticoat up, exposing her thunder thighs. He was moving his right hand on his daughter-in-law’s thighs.

I saw Mamata Aunty pushing the dhoti folds aside. She got up and sat on Grandpa’s thighs, lifting her petticoat to her tummy level. Keeping her feet on the bed, Mamata Aunty got up off Grandpa’s thighs. Her right hand is holding the monster, and her left hand is trying to keep her petticoat at her tummy level.

I saw her pussy clearly, which was hairy. She raised her hips, trying to make the monster cock head touch her hairy pussy. Keeping Grandpa’s cockhead at the entrance, Mamata Aunty lowered her hips down. I saw her pussy swallowing the monster very easily.

She was not forced but was voluntarily mating as she was smiling staring at her Father-in-law. Her face was consorted as she took Grandpa’s cock inside her inch by inch inside her. I saw her sighing in relief as she took the whole cock, mashing her pubic hairs with Grandpa’s grey ones.

The way her pussy swallowed the monster, I knew this was not the first time she was fucking her Father-in-law. Any new woman would have struggled to tackle that huge dick. I came to my senses when I felt my cock being sucked. I looked down and saw Ishani bending.

She was holding at the base of my cock, sucking it, and her free hand was fondling my balls. I saw her shirt open up at the top showing off her tiny tits inside the shirt. Seeing a 42-year-old married woman riding her 75-year father-in-law that too in midafternoon.

Then getting a blowjob from Ishani, who earlier refused to suck, was making me aroused more. Cupping and pressing my elder cousin sister’s tits, getting a wild blowjob from her, I peeped in again. Mamata’s Aunt’s blouse was now open, baring her B-cup breasts with big areolas with erect nipples.

Difference between Ishani and Mamata Aunt’s tits was only the areolas. Ishani had small areolas and pointy nipples. Mamata Aunt’s nipples were thick and a bit long. Maybe it was good she was sucked if she had milk in them, I wondered.

Grandpa’s hands were moving all over Mamata Aunt’s body. He was caressing her tits and her tummy while she rode him like a woman possessed. I saw his big palm at the top of her pussy, thick fingers prodding her clit. I saw Grandpa’s cock shining with cum smeared as it moved in and out of Mamata Aunt’s pussy.

I knew she was enjoying herself while she pleasured her Father-in-law with devotion. Her feet were firmly placed on the bed, fleshy thighs grazing Grandpa’s hairy thighs as she rode him. Mamata Aunt’s body was sweating a lot despite the fan running at full speed.

Grandpa was coolly lying on the bed, enjoying the ride given by his daughter-in-law. His right hand was triggering her clit nonstop while his left hand was moving all over her tits and fleshy tummy. Mamata Aunty fucked Grandpa for almost 30 minutes.

I wondered how Grandpa could keep his cock erect for so long despite being paralyzed. All this while Ishani was sucking me, trying to make me cum. I was nowhere close to cumming. Frustrated, I saw her taking her mouth off my cock and stood up, holding my cock in her hand.

“Are you not going to cum, Rahul? My mouth is aching for sucking you so long. I am horny too. Please fuck me with your fingers like you did in the attic,” Ishani whispered, lifting her skirt and baring her thighs, not bothering to peep in the other hole.

I knew her pussy was up for grabs and wanted to take her right there in the open. But I hesitated. I wanted to fuck and enjoy her body leisurely in a closed room, not bothering about getting caught. She took my right hand and placed it over her mound.

I was not surprised to feel her pussy dripping. I inserted my middle finger in her and began to finger fuck her. Ishani began to moan softly as my finger moved in and out of her moist pussy effortlessly. She sucked my nipples, began to jerk my cock while I finger fucked her.

Not wanting to miss the real action inside, I peeped in again. Now Mamata Aunty had lowered her body, resting on Grandpa’s body. Her face, close to Grandpa’s nipples, was sucking it. Her ass was moving up and down, still busy pleasuring her father-in-law’s cock.

This is where Ishani got the idea of sucking my nipples, I thought. I found it weird when she sucked my tiny nipples but was enjoying her warm mouth. Mamata Aunt’s ass was moving up and down as she fucked Grandpa in small slow strokes.

I saw her blouse wet with sweat, and her petticoat was bunched up at her wide hips. Grandpa was holding her head, urging her to suck his nipples. His hips moved up, trying to fuck back his daughter-in-law. I wondered how Grandpa would have fucked before his stroke.

I felt pity for my Grandma, who had to satisfy this giant cock for so long. This was a sight out of porn, a MILF being taken by an elder, mature man. I saw Grandpa’s both hands at Mamata Aunt’s hips, trying to lift her and began to thrust his cock inside her from the bottom.

He was fucking her in long strokes while Aunty was still as her father-in-law fucked her mindlessly. He gave a few powerful strokes from under and pressed her big buttocks down. I saw a sign of relief on Mamata’s Aunt’s face and knew Grandpa was shooting inside her.

Both stayed still for a few seconds. Mamata Aunty got off Grandpa’s thighs and sat beside him. Both were talking now, which I was not able to hear. I saw her wiping Grandpa’s cock clean using her petticoat. But I saw the godamn monster was still 8 inches long despite cumming just now.

Mamata Aunty got off the bed, petticoat falling back to its place, hiding her womanhood. She was speaking with Grandpa while hooking up her blouse. Mamata Aunty wore the saree, tucked Grandpa’s dhoti properly hiding the tool which pleasured her just now and walked out of the room.

I saw Grandpa sleeping soundly after getting fucked by his elder daughter-in-law.

I pulled my finger from Ishani’s cunt and whispered, “Come, let’s go. The show is over.”

Ishani, pulling her skirt properly, whispered back, “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes. Very much,” I said, and we walked back.

“Did you like how Mamata Aunty took Grandpa? Would you like to fuck her or me if you get the chance,” Ishani asked me holding my hand and pressing her finger to my palm.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I never knew Mamata Aunty would be so wild in bed. I found her so affectionate and motherly when I met her. My God, she looked so hot when she took Grandpa. I don’t mind if she rides me like she rode Grandpa,” I said, pressing her palm.

“Motherfucker. Wait till you see your busty Swapan Aunty servicing Grandpa. Swapna Aunty is more hot and wilder than Mamata Aunty. She is like a wild cat in bed. You have to see it to believe it. If you are lucky, you will get to see her in action tonight itself,” Ishani said as we walked to the front door.

“Oh, No. Swapna Aunty, too. I can’t fucking believe this. Do their husbands know about this?” I asked her.

“Keep your voice down. They know but have turned a blind eye because of the property. They don’t mind their wives servicing their father as long as they get the lion’s share in the property. Keep this secret with you. Don’t tell your Mom. She won’t get a penny from her dad as she eloped with your dad and got married,” Ishani said, leaving my hand as we walked inside the house.

Just for the sake of the property, daughters-in-law are getting fucked by their Father-in-law under their husband’s noses. “What about Uncle’s? Are they not able to satisfy their wives?” I asked her hush tone.

“Duffer, they have kids, and I think it’s their own not from Grandpa. It started 10 years back after Grandma died. I don’t know when and how it happened, but it has become routine now. One comes in the afternoon and another one in the night,” Ishani whispered.

“So uncles are deprived of sex from their wives,” I said.

“They are much more hopeless than their father. They come to our house only for food. They stay in farmhouses and fuck our labour wives and their daughters in the afternoon and night. I doubt they are having sex with their wives,” Ishani whispered.

We were now sitting on the living room sofa, and the hall was empty. “You said one Aunt goes to Grandpa every night,” I asked her.

“You are too much. Whichever Aunt goes to Grandpa’s room in the night relieves him by fucking or sucking. They stay there for an hour or so and go back to their room. The main thing is Grandpa needs to fuck twice a day, but he won’t touch labour wives or daughters like his sons. I have a feeling my sister Nandini is also involved. I saw her going to Grandpa’s room once, but I am not sure. She got married 3 years back and had a cute baby. I feel it’s happening with her after her marriage, as her husband is in the Gulf. She might be doing it for property’s sake. Go to your room and sleep. You might get lucky tonight if your busty Swapna Aunty goes to Grandpa’s room or maybe my sister Nandini,” Ishani said, getting up.

I, too, stood up and asked,” Have you ever…….” And stopped. Ishani stood frozen, hearing me.

Giving me a tight slap across my cheek, she said, “If that is the case, would I have allowed you to see what is happening in our house? Do you think I can take that monster in me? I come here only during my vacations, see the live sex fucking and finger myself. Today, I shamelessly asked you to finger me as I got tired of seeing this wild sex. Thanks for helping me twice today and I won’t ask for it again. If I want pleasure, I can ask Rohit, who is eagerly waiting for my nod. Maybe you will be a loser, and Rohit will be the lucky boy,” Saying Ishani dashed to her room without looking back at me.

Did I make a mistake asking her? I wondered and walked to my room to get some sleep. But couldn’t sleep with a raging hard-on troubling in my shorts. I don’t know when sleep took over me. When I got up, it was already dark. I looked at the mobile and saw the time was 6.30 pm.

My cock had lost its hardness. I went to the washroom and took a hot bath. I came out, wore a T-shirt and track pants and came out to the living room. I saw cousins playing carom, and I sat watching the news on the TV. Ishani came and sat on the single sofa adjacent to mine.

She didn’t look at me and got busy watching TV. As I was glancing at her and watching TV, I felt someone standing before me and looked up. I jumped when I saw Mamata Aunty standing before me with a cup in her hand.

“It’s coffee, Rahul. If you like, I will bring tea or milk,” Mamata Aunty said, handing me the cup. Mamata Aunty was dressed in the same white saree that she was wearing in Grandpa’s room while she rode him. I could smell sex emitting from her body.

Her plump half, naked body came before my eyes. Now she was standing inches before me, showing off her naked tummy flesh folds, which her pallu was not covering. I felt like kissing her naked stomach skin below her blouse and above her saree.

“No coffee is fine, Aunty,” I stammered and took the cup from her hand.

“Are you not feeling well, Rahul,” Mamata Aunty asked me, placing the back of her hand on my forehead and near my neck to check my temperature in a motherly way.

“No, I am ok, Aunty,” I said, resting my back on the sofa and taking her warm hand from my body. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ishani smiling and mouthing, ‘Fuck her!’ Keeping her tongue out of her lips, she mouthed again, ‘kiss her tummy!’

I was taken aback at her bold suggestion when Mamata Aunty was standing right in front of me. Mamata Aunty turned and walked back to the kitchen, wriggling her huge buttocks at me. I stared at her big ass, moving without any panty support. The white saree was showing off her petticoat folds.

I sipped the hot coffee and saw Ishani walking towards me. She sat beside me and, leaning, whispered, “Why didn’t you ask her to feed milk from her tits instead. The way you were staring at her tummy, I thought you were going to kiss her on the stomach. Shall I send her to your room later in the night? Anyway, she finished her duty with Grandpa in the afternoon. Swapna Aunty may go to service Grandpa’s monster.”

“Yeah, why not. You can come and watch the show closely,” I said, sipping the coffee.

“I thought you were going to invite me, bastard. But you want Aunty,” Ishani said and hit me on my crotch lightly.

“Chill, horny girl. We will do it before I leave,” I said.

“What are you going to do before you leave, Rahul?” I heard Swapna’s Aunt’s voice and saw her coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands using the pallu edge.

Ishani and I got frightened hearing Swapna Aunty. Did she hear us talking? Swapna Aunty came towards us and stood before us. I looked at Ishani, who was smiling and turned back to see Swapna’s Aunt’s tummy at my eye level. She didn’t have much flesh on her stomach like Mamata Aunty.

It was flat but fleshy, and I saw her navel winking at me, which was just above her saree.

“Sister and brother have got close in just a few days. It’s very nice to see you bonding with your cousins so easily, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty spoke, and I looked up at her. She sat between me and Ishani, and her thighs brushed against mine and Ishani’s.

My body shivered when I felt her thighs warm to mine. I lifted the coffee cup to my lips to avoid answering her. But my right arm brushed against her left breast as she was sitting to my right. I felt her spongy breasts through my arm, trying to pull back.

But she leaned against my arm, pushing her breast to my shivering arm. I saw Ishani, who was sitting at Swapna Aunt’s right side, pushing her against me, making Aunty fall on me. I kept my arm still. The elbow was pressing Swapna Aunt’s big boobs.

But Swapna Aunty didn’t pull back even though my elbow was dangerously testing her breast softness.

“Mama asked you to come to his room by 7.30, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said and got up. I was relieved. I would have got caught as my cock had made a tent in my track pant.

“What for Aunty?” Ishani asked.

“You know your Grandpa’s daily routine, Isha. Maybe Mama wants to have a few drinks with his favourite Grandson before he leaves. Be careful, Rahul, don’t drink whiskey, ask for beer or wine only if you are ok drinking it. Ok, I need to go,” said Swapna Aunty walked, waving her ass at us.

Ishani was giggling, seeing Swapna Aunty walking back to the kitchen. “Why are you laughing, Ishani,” I asked angrily. She caused me discomfort by pushing her Aunt towards me, catching me off uard.

“I am wondering why Grandpa asked you to come. I know he drinks daily at 7.30 and has dinner by 8.30. Then he starts fucking one of his daughters-in-law by 9 and finishes by 10, and sends them back. I am curious why Grandpa is breaking his routine and inviting you tonight. Maybe he got tired by fucking Mamata Aunty in the afternoon. His cock must be flaccid, not able to get it hard,” Ishani whispered and laughed.

“Stop Ishani. We both know Grandpa can fuck even with his flaccid cock and satisfy a woman. Even I am curious why he asked me to come,” I said.

“We both will know by 8. Now relax. You will have a wonderful time drinking Grandpa’s blue-label whiskey,” Ishani said and got up.

“Are you going to peep at us while I am inside Grandpa’s room,” I asked, alarmed.

“Sure, why not? I may get to see something erotic tonight,” said Ishani, walking away and winking at me.

Continued in the next part.

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Ashok and Savita were living with Annie and Alex since their landlord had asked them to leave due to a sex scandal. But now Savita wanted to move to her own house. So she started looking for a suitable house by herself. She wanted to give a surprise to Ashok.

As she went to the first house, she met Harsh Malik, the estate agent. She didn’t like the house. But she managed to seduce him so that he would show her a better one. So, will she like any of the houses that Harsh shows her?

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Kishen is smitten by Maya aunty’s wondrous pussy. He is equally drawn into her pantie she’d tossed lying on the floor close to the bed.

Savi kneels in front of Maya’s chair–facing her pussy. She says, “Try to keep your eyes closed, Maya. As a woman who shares a similar kind of love with her husband like the one you had with yours, know that all that I am going to say and do with you is on behalf of him.”

Savi playfully runs her fingers and kisses lips along Maya’s plump thighs. Maya begins to breathe heavily. “Oh, I can see goosebumps on your thighs,” Savi says, and proceeds to teasingly blow on to her vagina by pouting her lips.”

“Nicely shaved! Glad to see you’ve come prepared, unlike the last time. You should have left some bush above, like a crown,” Savi says and proceeds to lick Maya. The back of his mother’s head was blocking his visibility of the oral action she was delivering.

But Kishen could tell from the way her head moved that she sure was alternating between licking Maya’s slit like it’s an ice cream cone and flickering her tongue on Maya’s clit like it’s a source of dripping nectar. Maya begins to moan and grabs Savi’s hair from behind.

Kishen sees her fair thighs and faces blushing red.

“Don’t stop, Prakash, don’t stop. Keep going. I’ve missed your tongue on my pussy,” moans Maya, taking the name of her late husband and Karthik’s father.

Savi asks, “You used to call him by his name?”

“Only whenever we got intimate. And he used to call me all kinds of derogatory words. I used to not like them at first, but then I got on to enjoying it.” Maya answers, her eyes still closed. She pushes Savi’s head back onto her pussy. “Finger me like how you used to do?”

“And how is that?” Savi asks while still licking her pussy.

“Shift a little to the side and poke your middle finger around my ass crack and hole, Prakash!” Maya instructs lost in pleasure.

Savi moving a little aside to do as instructed gives Kishen a fairly good view of Maya Aunty’s pussy being treated right. Maya spreads her butt-cheeks for Savi’s fingers.

“Hook your finger onto my asshole like you used to do, Prakash.”

Kishen sees Savi generously wetting the tip of her middle finger with her saliva and ‘hooking’ it into Maya’s hole while she continues to lick her  pussy. “Aah, I thought I would never get to experience this again, Prakash. Give me that finger. Let me wet it more for you like I used to do,” Maya says.

She pulls Savi’s hand to her mouth and licks and smears her spit all over her finger, and places it back into her ass crack. After a while, Maya guides the same finger to her pussy where Savi resumes the hooking.

“Mom could do a better job of fingering Maya aunty, or maybe that’s how she prefers it. If it were me, I would do exactly as Deepak fingered Gauri,” Kishen thinks.

“Faster! Prakash,” commands Maya. From under the bed, Kishen watches as his mother increases the pace of her fingering Maya aunty while simultaneously oral-ing her for minutes. She cums with a loud moan. Savi sits back on the floor after pushing Maya off her edge and watches her reel.

Even from under the bed, Kishen could make out Maya Aunty’s glistening, blood-red pussy palpitating. “Oh Savi! Thank you so so much! I will forever be indebted to you for all that you’ve given me. I only wish you had a cock so I could suck on it thinking of Prakash,” Maya says as she comes back to her senses.

With a naughty smile, Savi responds, “Is it so? I can arrange cock for you if you want.”

Maya is taken aback. Being the traditional and conservative being that she was, Maya could never imagine Savi would say something like that. She assumes Savi is talking about sharing her husband, Sunil, with her. But even that is so unimaginable for Maya.

“Whose cock?” Maya asks.

“I can give you some options there,” Savi says with a wide, naughty grin.

“What?!? You’re cheating on your husband?” Maya asks, jumping to that conclusion. Kishen sees her expression change to astonishment.

“Do you think I will ever cheat the love of my life?” Savi asks with a serious, no-naughty tone.

“No! But then, how are you able to offer me other men’s cocks.”

“Let me answer that by first asking you if you loved Prakash with all your heart?” Savi asks.

“Yes, and I still do and will never not love him, even though he is no more with me.”

“I know, and I love my Suni just as much, maybe more. And to put it in the best way you can understand. We love and trust each other so much that we are totally fine with each of us having physical relationships with other people.”

Maya’s head spins as she tries to process what she just heard from Savi.

“My God! I would never think of any other man than my husband. And he wouldn’t think of anyone else than me.” Says Maya, as she un-spreads her legs and rolls down her sari and petticoat to assume a normal sitting position. Savi proceeds to go back and sit on the bed.

Maya stares at the floor, lost in thought, processing Savi’s words. After a long pause, she asks, “So, you both never get jealous of each other? Are there no conflicts between you two? Who introduced the idea? What is it like? I have a lot of questions.”

“It’s a lot about love, trust, and open communication. Not as easy as it sounds. It is also about mutual respect and setting boundaries,” Savi answers.

“Don’t you ever feel guilty or remorseful?”

“Why should I? I am not cheating on my husband. Let me ask you something: even when Prakash was alive, did you not feel attracted to other men?”

“I did, but then I would dismiss it instantly, as any devoted wife should do.”

“Ok. Do you think Prakash may have felt an attraction to other women?”

“I used to catch him ogling at other women. I used to get annoyed.”

“See? It’s a natural tendency among men and women. So me and Suni, being open to each other, talked about it and, in time, decided to open up our sex lives to like-minded people.”

“Hai Bhagwan! I would never have told Prakash, even jokingly, that I am attracted to men other than him. And he would never have told me, too. We would have fought.”

“And that’s because you both are coming from a restrictive conservative background, like most people in our society. I am not saying that the love between you two was any less. But me and Suni have broken that shackle. We believe in harmless sexual liberation—something which I am trying to get you into, but ONLY if you are up for it. I see you suffering in the name of traditions when you don’t have to. I hope you won’t judge me with the conservative mindset you’ve been living your whole life in,” Savi explains.

“I will never judge you, Savi. Last week, you’ve become the first woman ever to have licked my pussy. You have already liberated me by a great deal. You’ve taught me to embrace, for the first time, the woman-lover in me that I had hated and loathed my entire life.”

“Ha, if you call that ‘liberation’, then mind you, it is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Maya’s eyes widen. Savi (and Kishen, from under the bed) sees sexual desire return to her eyes.

“You are a very lucky woman. Savi. You are living the life of the dirty thoughts I have, which I admit I desire and find hot. But I am forced to suppress and fend them off. Here I am feeling guilty just for thinking of them, often helplessly, and here you are enjoying it all guilt-free.”

“You’re not forced to suppress it, Maya. Your tradition conditions you. And, by the way, do you mind telling me what those dirty thoughts are? You didn’t tell me even the last time we met.”

Maya is hesitant. She says, “I’m afraid you will Judge me.”

“Really Maya? Do you think your horny best friend-cum-slut will judge you? I won’t judge you even if you decide not to tell me anything.”

Maya gets up from the chair, begins removing her saree, and says, “I couldn’t lick your pussy last week after you made me cum for the first time in years. I was so overwhelmed and consumed by thoughts about what I had just gotten into. Allow me to return the favour now. I will tell you my filthy thoughts as I pleasure you. You will see how much slutty my thoughts can get.”

Seeing Maya undress, Savi also gets up from the bed and quickly undresses. Maya pushes Savi on the bed and gets up on it. From under the bed, Kishen could see no action anymore. He could only gauge what they’d be doing by listening closely to them and how the bed shook and creaked.

Knowing that the action has begun, Kishen quietly extends his hand out from under the bed and grabs the two ladies’ panties lying on the floor. He sniffs Maya Aunty’s pantie while slow-stroking his cock with his mom’s pantie. His nose, for the first time, registers the sweet aroma of Maya Aunty’s pantie.

His ears tune into any sound or conversation from the ladies. “I am now sniffing the panties of even my friend’s mom,” he thinks. “I should have borrowed one of Fidah Aunty’s panties as well.”

Silence ensued after they got on the bed. The shaking of the bed was minimal—near undetectable. He could hear only the faint sounds of body parts moving against the bedsheet.

“It feels so good when your plumpy, sweaty breast rests against mine,” Kishen hears Savi say. He assumes they’re lying next to each other. “Perhaps mom is lying on her back, and Maya aunty is on her side, with maximum body contact,” Kishen guessed. He longs to catch a glimpse.

“Your armpit smells so good. I’ve always liked your perfume,” he hears Maya respond. “The aroma is subtle. Even Fidah has a distinct smell of her attar, but it is often too strong.”

“Yes, you’re right. Even I noticed it.”

Kishen then hears his mom giggling and saying, “Stop licking my armpits,” Maya laughs, saying, “It tastes so good.”

Kishen tunes into their small talks and giggles accompanied by playful cuddling, It was very unlike the mature women they are. He is aroused and as well amused.

Like how two women/girls would show off, compare and praise the intricacies of the sophisticated dresses they wore on special occasions, Savi and Maya were feeling up and complimenting each other birthday suits. The genuine, lustful cross-firing of compliments entailed,

The roundness of the ass, its puffy-ness, the nipple’s pointy-ness, the shade of the areolas, the elegance of the wrists, the seductiveness of the neck, the shape of the navel, the beauty of the feet, etc. Kishen hears Maya say she finds Savi’s eyes and smile beautiful.

Savi pecks on Maya’s “Cutie chubby cheeks.” The sound of the ‘peck’ and Maya’s giggle that followed was soon followed by the sound of kissing and smooching. It was initially faint for Kishen’s ears but grew as the ladies engaged in sloppy deep-kissing.

Soon enough, he hears them both moaning, accompanied by the bed shaking. Both the moaning and shaking increase in intensity with each passing second. Kishen pictures them fingering each other with their bodies stuck together as they compete to climax with one another.

“If only the dressing table mirror faced the bed so that I could see them from under here,” he wishes.

In time, Kishen hears Savi’s climaxing moan, followed by Maya’s. The bed-shaking subsides, and so do the moans that are now replaced by the sounds of their panting.

“I owe you more, Savi. Let me lick that pussy of yours.” Maya says.

“There’s no hurry, Maya. Rest and regain some composure.”

“Are you sure we have enough time? What if Sunil (Savi’s husband) or Kishen returns?”

“We will hear them ring the calling bell. Don’t worry. Sunil’s away. Kishen’s at Fidah’s house.”

“So, since you and Sunil are so close, did you tell him about me, I mean, us?”

“No. That would be breaking your trust. I won’t tell me unless you want me to.”

“So, don’t you feel guilty of hiding things from your husband?”

“Not really, I know he won’t mind. And it’s not like I am having sex with another man, which, by the way, he wouldn’t mind as well. I would, of course, have sought his permission if I were to be with another man.’

“I still can’t believe you are so open about sex and all with your husband. I thought stuff like these only happened in fantasies and sex stories.”

“You read sex stories?”

“Yeah, I found Karthik’s stash of adult magazines hidden in our room. I was very angry, and I scolded him. I burned it all. But he started collecting them again. When I found out, I didn’t tell him. He has no idea I go through them.”

“Wow, what kind of stories did you come across?”

“Most of them are movie magazines with actress pictures. But a few storybooks are also there that I found hot. There were cheating stories, more than two people having sex, and stories of sex between family members. Aunts, in-laws, cousins, and even mom and siblings. I was shocked! I thought if I was raising a pervert.”

“Hey, no. Karthik is a good boy. All boys his age are horny.”

“I know, and thank God he and his friends got sex education class at the right time from you after I told you about that incident with his aunt.”

“Wow, Karthik had an incident with his aunt!” Kishen wonders from under the bed.

“Ha ha, everyone makes horny little mistakes in life. We shouldn’t be harsh to them because of that,” says Savi. “But do you get pervy, dirty or creepy vibes from him now? Then he may need a little more classes.”

“No, nothing like that. But please keep this between us, Savi. Going by our living conditions, with one small room for us three, we sometimes feel each other’s heat.”

Hearing the conversation, Kishen retrospects the conversation he, Deepak and Tariq had with Karthik earlier that day at the playground.

“And do you do anything about it?”

“What to do? I suppress it, including the dirty thoughts that come up. I assume Karthik and Shalini also do the same. But the two of them have gotten so close recently, and I am worried about it.”

“How close?”

“At night, when they sleep on the floor, I sometimes hear them talk sex, whispering to each other. They think I am asleep. They talk about their kinks, what they wish could do, share stories, and all. I have never seen or heard them make out or anything. But I think they are playing with the fire of lust. And hearing them makes me so horny sometimes. I finger myself, listening to them closely. Do you want to hear about their kinks?”

“As much as the horny me wants to, I shouldn’t. What you’re doing, Maya is gossiping and is a breach of privacy and sex etiquette. Respecting privacy is very important if you’re going to embrace the open sex life that I am offering you. Just like how I wouldn’t tell my husband or anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry!”

“Arrey, don’t apologize. And, coming back to your concern, why don’t you make them sleep separately, then? I mean, you could make either Shalini or Karthik sleep with you on the bed.”

“I’ve tried all that.”

“And?”

“In my horniness, I get touchy with them. I think they are also reciprocating. Once, in his sleep—but I’m not sure if he was pretending to sleep. Karthik felt my breasts and thighs. Shalini told once that she and Karthik were awakened one night by the sound of me moaning, “Prakash, Prakash.” Apparently I was spooning my son and hugging him tight while doing that. And more than once, me and my daughter woke up to our hands cupping each other’s breasts or even down there. It happened a few times, even with Karthik also. So, nowadays, I sleep alone. But I’m worried if my son and daughter will go the wrong path.”

“I’ve taught Karthik and the boys about consent, manners, and not crossing the line. If he remembers all that, I guess it should be fine. I think them talking about sex and kinks is their way of dealing with their heat.”

“What if they decide to get intimate to ‘release their heat’”

“My answer may shock you, but they are now two consenting adults. They very well know what they are doing. So, if they get to that there is nothing much you can do. And I believe it is fine as long as it’s consensual and harmless.”

“What? But they are brother and sister.”

“I know the best you can do is communicate with them. That may help prevent your worst fear from happening.”

“But how can a mother talk about all these with her children?”

“See, that’s the conservative, backward mindset I hate to see you have. Who else can guide them? I’m sure our education system is more backward than you regarding that. Can I ask you something, Maya? Will you get angry?”

“Ask.”

“Are you attracted to Karthik in any way? Is that also part of your dirty thoughts?”

A brief pause ensues. Maya then utters, “I see my husband in my son. It makes him adorable and me proud. But sometimes, I see in him the same heat I see in Prakash. See Savi, my worst fear is not my son and daughter making out with each other. It is as if I may cross the line with them, especially with my son. He sometimes looks at me like he knows I want sex. My daughter, too. I shield it all by pretending to be extra strict where I shout at them for silly reasons hoping that it will kill the sinful mood.”

“What you’re doing, Maya, is not good. It’s toxic suppression and futile. Tell me honestly, nothing ever happened between you all?”

“No, except for those awkward moments while sleeping. And you know what’s super embarrassing? I once heard my children talk about my sexual urges. They were telling me how sometimes I look so horny and how they wish I got sex somehow. And I even heard them tell that they think that I think I know, too, when they are horny. And they laughed about it.”

“Oh my! What’s holding you back then, from conversing with them? Not talking about all these is like leaving your children to fend on their own, which can be risky. Besides, you will get a good hold of guiding them better instead of having to worry about them.”

“I will definitely try, Savi. I understand now these are matters that are not to be shunned or suppressed. Oh dear Savi, by opening the floodgates of my suppressed sexual desire, you’ve also opened my eyes in many ways, Savi. But tell me, am I a bad woman for having lust towards my children, especially my son?”

“No, Maya. And you don’t need my or anyone’s validation. Remember the big picture of who you are. More than me, Fidah, or Hema, you’re the epitome of a sacrificing mother. Lustful thoughts towards your children, that too one that’s not acted upon, can never be what defines you—even if you act on it—as long as it’s consensual .”

“ And harmless.” Maya completes Savi’s sentence.

Hearing the conversation, Kishen is amazed at how his mother just delivered her version of the same insights about consensual incest that he got from Manoj Sir and the circle. He sees in Maya aunty a version of his past guilt-ridden self, which is especially unnecessary since she hasn’t even done anything.

He hopes she overcomes it in time, with broader, wilder indulgences, just like he did. He also realizes he is the sole person on earth who’s had the chance to hear both Maya Aunty’s and her son Karthik’s situation of sexual tension-cum-starvation.

He realizes that his best friend (Karthik) and his family (Maya aunty and Shalini Didi), too, deserve to have a rich, fulfilling, and liberating sex life. Having explained to Maya her perspective on sex and sexual living, Savi hopes Maya will steer the conversation back to the ‘cock offer’ she made.

But Maya doesn’t. Instead, she affectionately looks deep into Savi’s eyes with a loving smile. She cups Savi’s chin with her palms and proceeds to kiss her. Savi reciprocates. Kishen hears them kiss for minutes.

“I want 69 position just like how my son’s sex stories describe it.” Kishen hears Maya say.

“Sure thing, love. Let’s do 69 position with our breasts first—where you suck mine, and I suck yours,” Savi suggests.

Kishen hears them move into position. He resumes the stroking of his cock, aided by their panties. He is so tempted to steal a peek at the action above—to see who is on top and who is at the bottom of the breasts-69. His ears pick up on the faint nipple-suckling sounds.

He continues to stroke himself as he tries to picture their actions. Minutes pass as suckling moans echo. Kishen imagines their nipples to have gotten pretty swollen like Gauri’s (part 19).

“If only I could see.”

Kishen hears them move.

“They’re going for it, the real 69 position!”

Soon enough, faint licking moans begin to echo. Imagine that with the 69 position. Their thighs would hopefully block their peripheral (side) vision. Kishen thinks of taking a peek.

Just as he decides to make the move, he hears Maya say, “Ahh, my elbows and shoulders are starting to ache, Savi. I wish I weren’t this fat. I’m finding it hard to support my body.”

“Ok, so Maya aunty is the one on on top, and my mother is lying below,” Kishen says to himself.

“You’re not fat but curvy, Maya. It’s what makes you so sexy and adorable at the same time. We can still do the 69 position by lying sideways. It’s low effort and convenient. And take it slow. Enjoy the process, Maya.”

Kishen hears them move to assume the modified 69 position. Trying to picture them mentally, he thinks, “Now, one of them is facing the wall, and one of them is facing the open end of the bed. The question is, who? One of them will surely see me if I peek now. If it is my mom who’s facing the open end, then I should have no problem. Mom should be capable of reacting discreetly. But if it’s Maya aunty facing the open end, then God only knows how she will react. Should I peek, or should I not? What a fucked up day! First, my mother teases me. Then Fidah aunty teases me (part 20), and now this! Can my day get any worse?”

Just then, Maya moans, “Oh, I so wish for a cock.”

“The offer is still available, Maya.”

“No! I meant Right Now!”

Kishen’s horny ears had heard enough. He needed no more convincing. “Looks like Mr. Bond has got yet another opportunity to make a grand, disruptive entrance. Don’t falter this time, Kishen,” he says to himself.

Kishen ‘gift-wraps’ his cock with his mom’s pantie, wears Maya Aunty’s pantie-like spider man mask and comes out from under the bed.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hello all, I’m Vikarn. I’m back with another story. First of all, thank you, ISS for publishing my stories and the beautiful readers.

Disclaimer: – This is a story sent by one of my readers. As per the request, I have changed the name and have done a little editing on the sexual part. The rest is the same as my reader sent it.

Do read, enjoy and share your feedback at [email protected]. Now, let’s continue with the story.

Let me quickly tell you guys about us. I’m Surya, currently 29 years old and working in the IT sector. My wife, Gunjan, is 34 years old. We had a love marriage. We met in my office, and something clicked between us, and we dated for a while.

During our relationship time, Gunjan got pregnant. So our parents had no option but to agree to our marriage irrespective of our age. We had a lavish wedding. Everything went well for a couple of years, and the sex was too amazing. We used to try new positions now and then.

Everything changed with Gunjan’s promotion. I have a travelling job. Once, I was out for 2 weeks, and when I came back, I saw a new lady in my house. The woman was in her late 30s. She looked to be in shape, with a full figure and a pleasant smile. Her name was Arpita, and she was our new maid.

“My work has increased and timings too. We need someone who can take care of things like cleaning and cooking. Arpita came highly recommended by a friend of mine, so I agreed without hesitation,” Gunjan said.

The first few days went smoothly. Arpita did an excellent job at keeping the house clean, and she also cooked delicious meals for us. But as time passed, something started to change. My wife Gunjan started spending more time in the office handling meetings and clients sometimes even during weekends.

I know she got promoted which in turn made her work more. But I never thought it would affect our marriage life. We used to spend most of our free time together, but now she was always busy. It wasn’t just about work either; other changes were happening as well.

Our sex life began to suffer because of all this stress and pressure. The spark was gone. One day, when I came back from work, I saw the maid preparing dinner in the kitchen. She was wearing one of my wife’s white kurtas over her black leggings.

I went in and hugged her from behind, thinking it was Gunjan. She turned around quickly and gave me a surprised look before realising who I was. Then she smiled awkwardly and said, “Hello, sir.” I felt embarrassed and apologised, saying I thought you were my wife.

She laughed nervously and replied, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry if I startled you.” She then continued with cooking. Later that night, I asked Gunjan “why Arpita was wearing your clothes. She said, “She borrowed them since she didn’t have any spare ones.” I didn’t say anything.

The next morning, I got up early and went downstairs to make coffee for myself. As usual, Arpita was already awake and making breakfast for everyone. After that unexpected hug, although I was nervous and embarrassed, deep down somewhere I liked it too.

Feeling guilty about it, I decided not to let these thoughts bother me anymore. However, soon after returning from work, I saw Gunjan was not there. I called her and learned that she wouldn’t be back before 11 pm. She asked me to continue with the dinner and not to wait for her.

I sat down and ate alone while watching TV. When I finished eating, I went upstairs to take a shower. While taking a shower, the first time, Arpita came to my mind. I started thinking about that hug. It was so amazing and arousing. Suddenly, I realised how much I missed being intimate with my wife.

I wanted to hold her close again and feel her warmth against my body. I wanted to kiss her lips softly and taste her sweet breath. I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard. Suddenly, the hot water stopped flowing, and I realised that I was losing control over myself. My cock became rock solid and very sensitive.

I tried to calm myself down by focusing on breathing deeply, but my erection wouldn’t go away. Instead, it only grew bigger and harder. Finally, I managed to turn off the tap. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped and a plan in my mind.

I walked into my bedroom and found Arpita folding the clothes. She looked up at me and smiled shyly. I immediately apologised and said, “I didn’t know you were here, sorry.” She giggled and said, “No problem, Sir.” She continued doing what she was doing. I stood there silently, observing her movements.

She was beautiful indeed. Her long dark hair fell down her back gracefully. Then I excused myself and went near the wardrobe and started taking out my clothes. I called her name and started talking about the dinner. Then I deliberately untied my towel, and it fell.

Although I was facing the wardrobe, I’m sure she saw my ass. I heard her gasp and hurriedly picked up the towel and tied it again. I felt bad for teasing her like that, but I couldn’t help myself. I took my clothes and turned. I’m sure she noticed my hard dick since I saw her gasp again and close her eyes.

From that moment onwards, whenever possible, I tried to show off my body to her. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. Most times, I succeeded. Every time she caught sight of me naked, she blushed fiercely and averted her gaze.

Despite being married, I still enjoyed having another woman appreciate my body. Soon, I figured out a strategy to tease her further. Whenever I changed, I would leave the door slightly open so that she could see inside my room. But I couldn’t guess whether she was watching me or not.

One day, I did the same, and I heard Gunjan asking Arpita, “What are you doing here, Arpita?” That was the hint I needed. After hearing Gunjan shouting at Arpita, it was confirmed that Arpita was peeking at me, and I wanted that too.

After that incident, I started leaving the door wide open every time I changed. And I always made sure to give her a good view of my bulge. I waited for the day when Gunjan had to work late. Finally, I received a message from Gunjan when I was at work.

It read that she would be late due to a couple of meetings and asked me to have my dinner as she would have it in her cafeteria. This was perfect timing! I sent her a quick reply confirming that I’ll do it. After finishing my work, I rushed home.

When I reached home, I saw Arpita working in the kitchen. She greeted me with a warm smile. I asked her to bring me a glass of water, and I went to my room. I started changing and left the door wide open. Within moments, I heard footsteps approaching.

There she was, standing right outside my room and peeking intently at me. Her face was flushed red, and she seemed unable to tear her eyes away from my semi-erect cock. I knew what she wanted, and I decided to oblige. Slowly, I reached down and stroked my shaft, causing it to grow even larger.

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson and everything was visible in the full-sized mirror I had in my bedroom. I said, “Arpita, I know you are standing out. You can come in if you want to. I’m just changing. Please don’t hesitate to enter if you wish.”

She entered slowly and looked at me. Her hands trembled as she approached me. I could tell she was nervous but also excited. She immediately said, “Sorry, Sir, don’t take me wrong. I was standing and waiting for you to complete. I didn’t see anything. Please don’t tell ma’am about it.”

I chuckled and replied, ” Don’t worry, Arpita, I won’t tell anyone. Besides, I like when you peek at me while I change clothes.” She blushed profusely, and her eyes darted towards the floor. I decided to push things further.

“I think you like seeing me naked, don’t you?” I teased. She nodded vigorously, and her voice cracked as she said, “Yes, Sir, I love watching you undress. Your body is so amazing, and I have never seen such a big cock.”

I smiled broadly and said, “Well then, maybe we should do something about it.” Before she could respond, I moved closer to her and placed my hand on her cheek. Her dark skin was soft and smooth under my touch. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

At first, she resisted, but then she relaxed and returned my kiss passionately. I pulled her closer to me, and our bodies pressed against each other. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her head firmly against mine.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Arpita. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you.” She whimpered softly and pressed herself against me. While my other hand explored her body, feeling her curves through her clothes. She was a bit healthy, and she had amazing curves.

Her breasts were full and firm, and her hips flared out beautifully. I slid my hand underneath her top and rubbed her back while still kissing her. She moaned loudly, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest.

I slipped my hand inside her pants and caressed her ass over her panties. She moaned loudly, causing me to chuckle. “You like that?” I whispered. She nodded eagerly. I slipped my hand inside her panty and started fingering her ass hole.

She shivered violently, and her legs quaked. I pushed my finger deeper, and she cried out, “Oh god, yes, Sir!” I used my free hand to pull down her top and bra, exposing her gorgeous tits. They were firm and perky, and her erect nipples begged to be sucked upon.

I lowered my head and captured one of them between my lips, swirling my tongue around its sensitive peak. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. “That feels so fucking good, Sir!” She cried out. I loved hearing her beg for more.

I continued sucking and licking her tits until they were covered in saliva. I continued sucking on her nipple, alternating between licking and biting it gently. Meanwhile, I kept fingering her asshole, making sure to rub her G-spot. I moved my mouth lower and planted kisses all along her stomach.

As I neared her pussy, I could smell her arousal wafting through the air. She was soaking wet. I reached the waistband of her pants, unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, and I tossed them aside. I knelt before her and began to remove her panties.

To my surprise, she was clean between her legs, and there was not a single strand of hair. Only her lovely dark pink slit came into my view. It was dripping wet, begging for attention. With that, I got rid of her panties, too, and she stepped out of them. Now, she stood completely naked in front of me.

God! What a sexy creature she was. My heart raced as I gazed upon her beauty. Her dark brown skin shimmered in the light, accentuating every curve of her body. I stared at her, admiring how breathtakingly beautiful she looked. My eyes roamed all over her body, taking in every curve and contour.

I placed my hands on her thighs and parted her legs wider. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, tracing a path upwards. She trembled in anticipation as I approached her pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils, driving me wild with desire.

I breathed deeply, savouring the intoxicating aroma. I reached the apex of her thighs and blew gently on her wetness. She let out a loud moan, arching her back in pleasure. “Oh god, yes, Sir!” She cried out. I stuck out my tongue and licked her entire length, lapping up her juices hungrily.

She tasted divine, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Her pussy was juicy and tight, and I savoured every inch of her. I licked her clit once again, and she screamed in delight. I repeated the motion, and she grabbed my head, pulling me closer.

“Please, Sir, fuck me now,” she pleaded. I obliged, devouring her cunt hungrily. I inserted two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out rhythmically. She bucked wildly, riding my hand. I increased the pace, thrusting harder and faster. She cried out, “Fuck yes, Sir! Fuck me harder!”

She then pushed me on my bed. I lay on my back as she straddled me. She positioned herself above my throbbing dick and guided it inside her. We both groaned in ecstasy as she sank onto me, enveloping me in her warmth. She began to ride me, moving her hips in a slow, sensual dance.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, adding to the erotic atmosphere. I gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She rode me harder, picking up speed.

Her breaths became ragged, and her moans grew louder. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, signalling her impending orgasm. I thrust upward, meeting her every move. She cried out, “I’m cumming, Sir!” And with those words, her body convulsed, her juices coating my cock.

I erupted deep inside her, filling her with my hot seed. Our orgasms blended into one another, intensifying the experience beyond belief. I pulled her down onto my chest, wrapping her in my embrace. Our hearts pounded against each other, sending waves of adrenaline coursing through us.

I kissed her forehead tenderly, whispering, “That was amazing, Arpita. I’ll never forget this moment.” She nodded against my shoulder, content in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Our gazes locked, conveying volumes without uttering a word.

After some time, she asked, “Can I go now, Sir? Ma’am will come soon.” I nodded approvingly, and she quickly dressed. Just before leaving, she turned around and said, “Thank you, Sir. I’ll always remember today, and we’ll meet again soon, Sir.”

With that, she left my bedroom, leaving behind a trail of blissful memories.

“Ready?” Prijesh’s voice was low, a smirk playing on his lips as he held out the blindfold.

Sandhya took a deep breath, heart racing. “Yes,” she replied, feeling the cool fabric slip over her eyes.

“Good girl,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. He tied the blindfold securely, ensuring she was in complete darkness.

Sandhya felt his fingers trace the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Now, let’s get you dressed,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

She felt him place a set of unfamiliar clothing in her hands: a delicate lace bra and panties, a soft, silky nightgown. “These are my sister’s,” he murmured, a hint of mischief in his tone. She blushed but didn’t object, feeling a thrill of excitement at the forbidden nature of their roleplay.

“Why am I wearing your sister’s dress?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and arousal.

“Because you’re playing the part of my naughty little sister tonight,” Prijesh replied, his voice a soft growl.

Sandhya’s breath hitched. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, but the excitement in her voice was unmistakable.

“Shh,” Prijesh chuckled, his hands guiding hers to put on the lingerie. “But it feels so right, doesn’t it?”

Sandhya nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as the fabric caressed her skin. She slipped into the nightgown, feeling it hug her curves in all the right places. “How did you get her clothes?” she wondered aloud, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Let’s just say she won’t be needing them tonight,” Prijesh said, his tone teasing. He stepped back, admiring her. “Perfect,” he murmured. “You look just like my little sis.”

Sandhya’s cheeks flushed. “Does she wear these often?”

“Only at night,” Prijesh replied, his voice thick with suggestion. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. “Now, let’s get into character,” he said, his touch sending electric jolts through her body.

Sandhya felt a thrill of anticipation. “What are we doing with her clothes?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

Prijesh leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. “We’re playing a game,” he said, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace panties. “And in this game, you’re my naughty little sister.”

Sandhya felt a shiver of excitement. “What kind of game?” she breathed, her pulse racing.

“A very kinky one,” Prijesh said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding around her waist. “You’re going to be my little sister,” he murmured, his words sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

“But how do you know she wears these clothes at night?” Sandhya asked, playing along with a coy smile, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

“Because, naughty little sister, I’ve caught her in them before,” Prijesh said, his tone playfully scolding.

Sandhya’s breath hitched at the thought. “How?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

“Let’s just say I walked in on her when she didn’t expect me,” Prijesh replied, his grip on her waist tightening.

Sandhya’s imagination raced. “Was she doing something… kinky?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Exactly,” Prijesh said, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lace.

Sandhya felt a surge of excitement at his words. “What was she doing?” she repeated, playing the part.

“Masturbating,” Prijesh whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Spreading her legs and playing with herself like a dirty little slut.”

Sandhya gasped, her body responding to the crude words. “Did you watch her?” she asked, playing along.

“Of course,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “I couldn’t resist. She looked so hot, her hand buried between her legs, playing with her tight little pussy.”

Sandhya’s breath quickened at the explicit description. “What did you do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I watched,” Prijesh said, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. “I watched until she came, her body shaking with pleasure. And then…”

“What happened?” Sandhya’s voice was barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

“After watching her, I wanted to do the same scene with you,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with desire.

Sandhya felt her knees go weak. “Here?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Here,” Prijesh confirmed, his voice firm. “On her bed, just like she does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as he guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle. She felt the softness of the sheets under her, and the excitement grew more intense.

“Just like my sister,” Prijesh murmured, his hand caressing her cheek. “So innocent, yet so desperate for a taste of the forbidden.”

Sandhya moaned softly, the idea of playing his sister’s role turning her on more than she ever thought possible. “What do you want me to do in her bed?” she whispered, her voice full of anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” Prijesh instructed, his voice low and commanding. “Just like she does.”

Sandhya obeyed, her legs parting slowly, revealing the dampness between her thighs. “Oh, you’re already so wet,” he observed, his voice filled with approval.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “We should not do this in her bed, with her clothes. This is wrong. She may notice it.”

“That’s the thrill,” Prijesh murmured, his hand tracing the damp fabric of her panties.

Sandhya felt his fingertips graze her clit, and she gasped, arching her back. “P-Prijesh,” she stuttered, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“Call me ‘brother’ tonight,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Okay, brother,” she murmured, feeling the thrill of their taboo game.

Prijesh’s hand slid beneath her panties, his fingers finding her slick folds. “You’re such a naughty little sister,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

“Brother,” Sandhya moaned, her body responding to his touch. The word felt strange on her lips, but the thrill of their forbidden roleplay only heightened her arousal.

“That’s it,” Prijesh said, his voice low and encouraging. “Now tell me, what do you do when you’re a naughty little sister?”

“I-I play with myself,” Sandhya whispered, her face flushing even hotter. She felt his hand guide hers down to her pussy.

“That’s right,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble. “Just like my sister does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt her hand guided by his. She’d never talked so explicitly with him before, and the excitement was intoxicating. “And what do you do?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“I watch,” Prijesh said, his voice a deep, dark growl. “I watch my naughty little sister play with herself, her hand moving faster and faster until she reaches her peak.”

“And, just watch??” she said, her voice barely audible, her hand mimicking the actions he described.

“Yes,” Prijesh’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his breathing heavy with desire. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her, seeing her pleasure herself.”

Sandhya’s hand grew bolder, mimicking the strokes she imagined his sister doing. “And when she was done, what did you do?” she breathed out, her arousal building.

“I’d jerk off,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Imagining it was me fucking her instead.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched at his bluntness. “Here?” she asked, her hand stalling for a moment.

“No, not here,” Prijesh said, his voice firm. “In the bathroom.”

Sandhya felt a pang of disappointment, but she nodded, understanding the need for secrecy.

“Now, I want you to do it here,” she told him, her voice trembling with excitement.

Prijesh felt his cock thicken at the sound of his wife’s wanton invitation. “Yes, sister,” he murmured, his hand guiding her own to continue her intimate exploration.

Sandhya’s hand grew more confident, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. “Brother,” she whimpered, the word a delicious sin on her lips.

Prijesh’s eyes roved over her, taking in the sight of his wife dressed in his sister’s lingerie, her hand working between her legs. He couldn’t believe how much this was turning him on. He stepped closer, his hand finding his erection, stroking it through his pants. “Look up,” he instructed, his voice a low growl.

Sandhya tilted her head back, her blindfolded eyes searching for his. “What is it?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Nothing,” Prijesh lied, his gaze drawn to the framed picture on the wall. It was a portrait of his sister, dressed similarly to what Sandhya was wearing now. The resemblance was uncanny, and it was all he could do to keep his voice steady.

Sandhya’s hand stilled for a moment, her eyes searching the darkness. “Brother?” she questioned, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Keep playing,” Prijesh ordered, his voice tight with arousal. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Sandhya swallowed hard, the idea of being watched by her ‘brother’ adding to her excitement. She resumed her movements, her hand gliding over her wetness. “But you are here,” she murmured, her voice a soft protest.

“Yeah, I am,” Prijesh said, his voice gruff. “But you’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize it.”

Sandhya bit her lip, her hand moving faster. “I’m naughty, aren’t I?” she whispered, playing the part of the curious sister.

“So naughty,” Prijesh agreed, his voice a deep rumble of approval. “Just like she was.”

Sandhya’s body tensed at his words, her hand moving more urgently. “What did she do?” she panted, her voice high with excitement.

“She played with her pussy,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Just like you’re doing now.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched, her hand moving faster in response to his words. “Brother,” she moaned, the taboo word rolling off her tongue.

“That’s it,” Prijesh encouraged, his hand moving in time with hers. “You’re just like her.”

Sandhya’s breathing grew ragged as she masturbated for him, the kinky words spilling from his mouth fueling her desire. She felt her orgasm building, her body trembling with need.

“Brother, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, her hand moving frantically over her clit.

“Do it,” Prijesh urged his voice tight with his own need. “Cum for me, naughty little sister.”

Sandhya’s hand moved in a frenzied motion, her breathing ragged as she approached climax. “Brother,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

“Cum for me,” Prijesh urged, his hand matching her rhythm. His eyes never left her face, watching the pleasure build in her expression.

Sandhya’s hand moved faster, her breaths shallow and quick. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered the words of a sweet confession in the darkness.

“That’s it,” Prijesh murmured, his voice a gentle coax. “Cum for me, baby, cum on her panty.”

Sandhya’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She felt her pussy clench around her fingers, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She moaned, her hand moving frantically until the last shudder passed through her.

Prijesh climbed onto the bed. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a gentle coax. “You’re just like my sister.”

Sandhya felt a thrill of excitement at the comparison. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. “What now?”

“Now,” Prijesh said, his voice low and seductive, “you’re going to get a taste of what she’s been getting.” He climbed onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath her.

Sandhya felt his hand slide down her body over the damp fabric of the panties. “What does she do?” she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

“She takes off her panties,” Prijesh said, his voice a gruff whisper. “And she lets me see everything.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt his hand tugging at the fabric, his fingertips grazing her sensitive skin. With trembling hands, she helped him slide the damp panties down her legs.

“Good girl,” Prijesh murmured, his voice thick with lust. He tossed the lacy garment aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Sandhya felt the mattress shift as he moved closer, his body heat searing through the thin material of the nightgown. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice a needy whisper.

“I want to fuck you,” Prijesh said, his voice a raw, primal growl. “Just like I would fuck my sister.”

Sandhya’s heart raced the dirty words, painting a vivid picture in her mind. “Do it,” she begged, her voice shaking with need. “Fuck me, brother.”

Prijesh didn’t need any more encouragement. He yanked the nightgown up, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. His cock, now free from his pants, nudged against her wetness. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Yes, brother,” she murmured, feeling a thrill at the depraved words leaving her lips.

Prijesh thrust into her, filling her. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

Sandhya gasped, her body stretching around him. “Brother,” she moaned, the word sounding so wrong yet so right in this moment.

Prijesh’s hips pumped into her, his hand gripping her hip tightly. “You like that?” he grunted, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Yes, brother,” Sandhya moaned, the word feeling foreign yet so right in the heat of the moment. Her body was a livewire of sensation, each stroke of his cock sending sparks through her.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his breath hot against her neck. “Cum for me,” he rasped, his thrusts growing more urgent.

Sandhya’s body tightened around him, her orgasm building once more. “Cumming,” she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper.

Prijesh’s movements grew erratic, his hips slamming into hers. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, feeling his release approaching.

“Do it,” Sandhya begged, her voice trembling. “Cum on her bed.”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice tight with need. “Say you want me to cum on your sister’s bed.”

“Brother, please,” Sandhya moaned, her voice a desperate whine. “Cum on her bed, make it dirty.”

Prijesh’s grip tightened, his movements growing more erratic. “You’re so fucking naughty,” he whispered, his voice a harsh growl.

“Brother,” Sandhya panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. “Do it,” she urged, her voice a needy whine.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his hips slamming into her with reckless abandon. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice thick with lust.

“Cum for me,” Sandhya urged, her body trembling beneath him. She felt the warmth of his seed fill her, the sensation sending her over the edge once more.

Prijesh groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. He pulled out his cock and cum on his sister’s bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Sandhya lay there, panting, her body still trembling with pleasure. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Prijesh leaned over her, his breathing ragged. “Naughty little sister,” he whispered, his hand stroking her hair.

Sandhya giggled, the thrill of their roleplay still buzzing through her. “Brother,” she whispered back, the word feeling deliciously wrong on her lips.

Prijesh’s cock twitched, still hard despite his recent release. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t want to get caught.”

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the sticky warmth of his cum between her thighs, a reminder of their taboo play. Together, they moved quietly, careful not to disturb the room, leaving the cum in his sister’s bed and her dresses in her laundry bag.

“Thank you for letting me be part of your fantasy,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her moans.

“Thank you for being such a good sport,” Prijesh replied, his voice a mix of love and lust. He helped her to her feet, his hand lingering on her bare hip.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice still thick with arousal. “Someone might see us. Let us go to our room. You want me to come nude now?”

“Don’t worry,” Prijesh murmured, his hand sliding down to caress her ass. “It’s just us.”

But as they made their way back to their room, a prickle of unease crept up Sandhya’s spine. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone. Her steps grew tentative, her heart racing in her chest.

Prijesh noticed her hesitation and whispered, “What’s wrong?” His hand tightened around her waist, guiding her through the dark hallway.

Sandhya gulped. “I-I think someone’s watching us,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm her. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice firm. “We’re just going to our room.”

Prijesh’s cock was still hard, the thrill of their secret escapade pulsing through his veins.

Sandhya’s hand was shaking as she led him back to their room, her heart racing. She could feel the warm stickiness of his cum slowly trickling down her thighs, the evidence of their taboo act.

“In here,” she whispered, pushing the door open with trembling fingers. The room was a haven, their little bubble of normalcy in the midst of their kinky roleplay.

The two eyes see Sandhya’s nude and Prijesh’s hard are still in shock.

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Hi guys, let me introduce myself. I am Kipa (name changed) and I work as a software engineer in Bangalore. This is my first real-life story. I have been in search of a master for a very long time and wanted to experience every fetish I had.

Let’s get to the story of how I found my first master who fulfilled my fantasies and fetish. (Spoiler: I would be in a full master-slave relationship.)

I had created a FetLife account and also was active in many BDSM communities. However, I was not successful in finding a master with proper bdsm knowledge and knowledge of how to respect privacy. One fine day, I was scrolling through Fetlife and received a message from a well-built and well-educated muscular man.

Let me introduce him; his name is Mister Z (I don’t want to disclose the name). He was also a software engineer based out of Bangalore, well-educated and earning. He sent me a message “Hi, I am Z. I am also looking for a slave who has a bit of knowledge of BDSM, down to be my slave?

“So eagerly,” I replied to him, “Before that, I need to know you have proper knowledge about BDSM and respect consent and privacy.”

Then he replied with all the information of BDSM and to my surprise, he had more knowledge than me and experience in BDSM and he respected my consent and privacy.

After a few days, we just chatted about our fantasies and fetishes. And how did we end up in BDSM? Later on, one day, I replied to him, saying, “I want to be your full-time slave.”

Within a day, I got a reply from him, “You will be accepted as my slave after you sign the slave contract.” Then he sent a picture of the slave contract and also mentioned that this was just a paper and had no legal bounding, and this was just to spic things up. The contract was like.

I, KIPA, hereinafter referred to as a slave, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual slavery to Mister Z, hereinafter referred to as Master.

I will obey all the orders from my master, and my master has mentioned my hard limits in the contract and also given a safeword, “RED” in case of emergency. To terminate the contract, both parties should mutually terminate, or either of them can terminate in an emergency.

Slave Kipa/Sign.

After you sign the rules and regulations, you will follow from the next minute as follows :-

I will address him as a master in all situations and circumstances unless he tells me not to do so.
I will obey my master all the time and his words will be final.
I will be submitting myself 24/7, 365 days, to my master within my limits.
I will not touch my body or private parts, have food or drink water, or use the bathroom without permission of my master.
My master will be controlling every aspect of my personal life, including my clothing, with whom I talk, what I should wear inside the house and outside the house, where I should go, how I should be in public, and much more anything which is in my limits.
I will not question my master whatsoever.
I will give consent to modify these rules.
With my consent my master can cross the limits.

– Slave Kipa.

This was the slave contract which was signed by me. He had discussed all the points with me before sending me the contract.

Day 1 of my submission to Master Z:-

Z (texted me): A new beginning. Let’s get started. Are you excited?

Me: Yes. But it’s 7 in the Morning. I need to leave for work, Master.

Z: Ok then, let’s test my slave how obedient she is. Today is the first day, and your first task is – Today, you will be wearing a butt plug to work and spending the day with it send me proof once you reach the office.

Me: Ok, master.

Z: You will be allowed to drink water only 4 times a day and you can have food only with my permission.

Me: Master, my colleagues would be suspicious if I didn’t have lunch with them.

Z: Just obey my orders or you will be punished.

Me: Ok, master.

As the master ordered me to wear an office formal dress and a butt plug under my dress, I sent him proof of my plug when I reached the office washroom.

Z: Appreciated, my slut.

Me: Thank you, master.

Z: Now you can work with peace. Hope you remember my rules.

Me: Yes, master.

Then I had some meetings in the office. I finished them and I could not control my pee as I was not allowed to pee without permission of my master. I had not peed from the morning and also the butt plug was a bit uncomfortable. Then I messaged my master –

Me: Hi master, good afternoon. I can’t control my pee. I want to pee badly.

After 10 minutes –

Z: You bitch, can’t you control pee for a few hours?

Me: Master, please allow me to pee.

Z: Ok, are you ready for the task?

Me: Yes, master.

Z: Now, rush to the bathroom and take out your bra and panty. You will stay without it for today.

Me: Master, please don’t do this. What if someone sees me?

Z: You don’t have any option, bitch. I am not asking you, I am ordering you.

Me: Ok, master.

After 5 minutes, I texted my master that I had removed my bra and panty. I was fortunate enough that my boobs were not visible. Then I sent a photo for proof.

Z: How do you feel, bitch?

Me: Master, I feel ashamed. Please let me pee now.

Z: With another condition, you can pee now. You will have to drink another liter or two after you pee.

I agreed to that as I didn’t have any option and sent proof of my drinking water.

Then, it was evening 6. I didn’t even have anything since morning, not even breakfast, and I was very hungry. I texted my master that I was hungry and wanted to have something.

He replied: Bitch, you will have nothing till 9.

I returned home at 7 and I got a text from my master.

Z: Hi bitch, how was your first day of being a slave?

Me: To be honest, I enjoyed it a lot, master. But I am very hungry.

Z: This is just the beginning. You will enjoy it a lot. Now, strip naked and send me a picture.

Me: Ok, master.

Z: Dirty slave, don’t you know you should shave your private parts?

Me: Sorry, master.

Z: For this, you will be punished. You will sleep naked tonight with a ball gag and butt plug and you will wake up at 6 and send me proof.

Me: Sorry, master.

And then we chatted for an hour. It was 9. I was allowed to have food, my first meal of the day. Then my master relaxed my rules and regulations, and I could pee and have food or drink anything whenever I wanted, because I behaved as a very obedient slave on my first day, which was a test for me.

Then the day ended with me fingering my pussy in a video call.

This is part 1. Many more to go. I would love to hear feedback on the story. You can mail me or my master at id,[email protected]