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Hello, I am Anurag, a 23-year-old guy, and in my final year of college. Life hasn’t been easy for my family. We struggled with financial difficulties, which often felt overwhelming. My elder brother, Adhiraj, was 29 and worked tirelessly as a delivery boy to keep us afloat. His wife, Shreya, who was 26, stood by his side, offering support despite the hardships we endured daily.

Our situation was tough, and the weight of our struggles was ever-present. But we held onto each other, hoping for a better tomorrow.

One day, bhaiya and bhabhi went out of town for a wedding ceremony. On their way back home, they were involved in a terrible accident. Tragically, Adhiraj bhaiya lost his life, and bhabhi sustained severe injuries.

The news shattered our family, leaving us to grapple with immense grief and sorrow. The loss of my brother and the sight of bhabhi fighting for her life was a heartache that words couldn’t describe.

Bhabhi was rushed to the hospital, and I arrived there as quickly as I could. Her single father, who loved her deeply, also came to the hospital. We anxiously awaited news from the doctors. When the doctor finally emerged, his somber expression confirmed our worst fears. He told us that bhabhi had undergone surgery to amputate both of her hands and would need to rest.

In the weeks that followed, I found myself shouldering the weight of our situation. With the help of friends and long-distance relatives, I managed to carry out all the necessary rituals for Adhiraj bhaiya. It was an arduous task, but I was determined to honor his memory amidst our overwhelming grief.

As bhabhi’s discharge approached, the doctor raised a critical concern. He asked who would be taking care of her once she was home. With bhaiya gone and my financial struggles, I was the only one left to manage everything. The thought of affording a professional caretaker seemed impossible, adding to my anxiety.

Bhabhi’s father, however, provided a glimmer of hope. He assured us that he would stay with us for a while until the situation normalized. He also mentioned that he knew an elderly woman who could help care for bhabhi. She agreed to assist us for free for the first two weeks, but after that, we would need to pay her. We gratefully accepted her offer.

When we returned home, the elderly caretaker arrived around 9 am each day and stayed with us throughout the day. She took on the essential tasks of feeding Bhabhi, helping her bathe, assisting her in the toilet, and aiding with dressing. After 6 pm she would leave for the evening. Our household now consisted of three members – bhabhi, her father, and me, along with the caretaker’s temporary presence.

This support was invaluable, helping us manage bhabhi’s needs and providing some stability as we faced the ongoing challenges of our situation.

After two weeks, bhabhi’s father had to return to his home, which was about two hours away. I was left to handle everything on my own while also managing my college responsibilities.

Balancing the demands of my studies with bhabhi’s care was challenging. But I was determined to keep everything going as best as I could.

Since the caretaker couldn’t stay overnight, she suggested that we purchase adult diapers for bhabhi, as she would be unable to use the toilet independently. I was faced with the difficult task of arranging for these supplies, adding to the already heavy burden of managing bhabhi’s care and my academic commitments. The situation was increasingly overwhelming. But I knew it was essential to ensure bhabhi’s comfort and dignity during this challenging time.

As the weeks dragged on, the mounting financial pressures forced me to seek additional income. I managed to find a part-time job at a local store, which offered me a small but crucial boost to our dwindling funds.

The job was exhausting, adding to my already overwhelming schedule. But it was necessary to cover the growing expenses of Bhabhi’s care. During this period, the elderly caretaker, who had been a godsend, continued her invaluable support.

Her role had shifted slightly; not only did she handle the daily tasks of caring for bhabhi, but she also took on the responsibility of cooking for us. Her presence became a vital source of stability. She would arrive around 9 am, and after tending to Bhabhi’s needs, she would prepare meals for us, allowing me a small respite from the constant struggle.

Before 6 p.m. each day, the caretaker would assist bhabhi with changing into adult diapers. This routine was crucial, as bhabhi could no longer manage on her own. The caretaker’s care ensured that bhabhi remained as comfortable as possible. But the process was a stark reminder of how drastically our lives had changed.

As weeks turned into months, Bhabhi’s recovery began to show signs of improvement. She gradually started walking and engaging in conversations again. Her strength was slowly returning, and she even gained a little weight, becoming slightly chubby due to the lack of her usual activities. Her progress, though small, was a beacon of hope in our otherwise challenging days.

One morning, the elderly caretaker called to inform me that she was feeling ill and wouldn’t be able to come that day. Panic set in as I realized I would have to manage all the household chores and care for Bhabhi on my own.

I took a deep breath and walked into Bhabhi’s room. “Bhabhi,” I said gently, “The caretaker called. She’s feeling ill and can’t come today.”

Bhabhi looked worried, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and frustration. “Anurag, how are you going to manage everything? Your college, your job, and me?” She bit her lip, her thoughts racing.

I tried to reassure her, “We’ll figure it out, Bhabhi. It’s just for today. I’ll take care of you.”

Bhabhi shook her head and said, “No, Anurag. I don’t want you to help me with private things, like using the toilet. It’s not right. You have enough on your plate.”

I sighed, understanding her discomfort but knowing there was no other choice. “I know it’s difficult, bhabhi. But we have to do what we can. Let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll get through this together.”

Her eyes softened, and she nodded reluctantly, knowing there was no other option. “Alright, Anurag. But only for today. We’ll manage somehow.”

As the day went on, Bhabhi finally sighed and said, “Anurag, I need you to change my diaper.”

She was wearing a nightie, and I could see the unease in her eyes. To make her feel comfortable, I made sure to keep eye contact, not looking down while I carefully removed her diaper. “It’s okay, Bhabhi,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this together.”

I saw the used diaper and could sense bhabhi’s embarrassment. She looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a moment, she hesitated and then asked, “Anurag, can you help me in the toilet? I need to… you know.”

I had no choice but to agree. “Of course, Bhabhi,” I replied.

She gave me instructions to help preserve her dignity. “Cover me with a towel under the nightie first, then pull the nightie off,” she said quietly. I nodded, determined to make this as easy for her as possible.

It was the first time I saw her like this, with nothing on under the towel. The towel wasn’t long enough, and I could see her thighs, making the situation even more awkward for both of us. Bhabhi was clearly embarrassed.

“Please lock the bathroom door after I get in,” she instructed her voice barely above a whisper.

I did as she asked, then took her used diaper to the dustbin. Realizing we had only a few diapers left and needed to save them, I began looking for a fresh pair of panties for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard bhabhi calling me from the bathroom, “Anurag, can you help wash me?” She asked, her voice filled with embarrassment.

Before I unlocked the bathroom, She said, “Anurag, think of me as your mother. We are family, and we need to respect and support each other.” I nodded, trying to reassure her, but I couldn’t help feeling conflicted. Bhabhi was only 26, just three years older than me, and imagining her as a mother figure felt impossible.

After entering the bathroom, I saw that bhabhi was standing with her back to me so that she didn’t expose her bare boobs to me. Obviously, she didn’t like her devar seeing her in this state.

The first time I saw her naked ass and bareback. My penis got erect that time. She was so beautiful.

Then bhabhi squatted with her back to me and said, “Please help me clean up.” Despite the awkwardness, I focused on following her instructions carefully and respectfully.

I gently touched her ass and started cleaning with water. I was getting hard at that time. After that bhabhi ordered me to wash my hands properly and cover her with the towel from the back so that her boobs and pussy didn’t expose to her devar. Already her devar saw her round ass. It was so embarrassing for both of us.

After we returned to the room, bhabhi ordered me to dress up her. I wasn’t sure where to start, but Bhabhi instructed me, “First, the bra.” I carefully followed her guidance, doing my best to assist her with the process.

Bhabhi instructed, “Start by holding the bra with the cups facing outward. Slide it over my arms (amputated) and shoulders. Once it’s in place, fasten the hooks at the back, making sure it’s snug but comfortable. Adjust the straps so they fit properly.”

I followed all the instructions from the back of bhabhi and the first time I hooked a bra.

Bhabhi visibly relaxed once her chest was covered by the bra. A sense of relief was evident on her face as she felt more secure and comfortable. However, she was still not wearing anything on her bottom.

Then bhabhi asked for a diaper, but I explained, “We need to save the diapers for nighttime since they’re expensive and we only have a few left. We’ll use one diaper each night to manage our supplies for the whole month.”

I suggested bhabhi wear panties, but she hesitated and explained that she didn’t want me to deal with the panties, pulling them down throughout the day.

I respected her wishes and gently helped her put on the diaper from the back.

After securing the diaper, I helped her put on a sleeveless t-shirt and a skirt. As I assisted her, I could see she was gaining trust in me and feeling more comfortable with my support.

Bhabhi then instructed me on how to cook. Following her guidance, I prepared lunch for us, making sure everything was ready for both of us to eat.

In our house, we had only two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Later, while bhabhi rested in her room, I went to the bathroom to wash both my clothes and hers. Despite my efforts to stay composed, I couldn’t shake the nervousness. I felt about watching bhabhi in such a state. I needed to masturbate so badly as I hadn’t released it for a month because of the family pressure. But after imagining bhabhi’s ass, I couldn’t control and masturbate.

Then I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see her pussy and her boobs. I wanted to know the color of her areola. Every evil thinking was coming into my mind. As a 23-year-old, it was difficult to resist these things.

As the afternoon rolled in, bhabhi asked me if I could take her for a walk. I agreed to take Bhabhi for a walk and then suggested, “You need to change into a decent dress for the outing.”

Then bhabhi told me to open her closet and find salwar and pajama. As I did, I noticed there were very few dresses available. I selected one and then helped her dress up, ensuring she was comfortable and ready for the walk.

We walked together for the first time in a long while, talking and catching up on everything. It felt refreshing to share those moments and enjoy each other’s company.

As we walked, bhabhi thanked me for respecting her privacy and being considerate as her devar.

After coming home, bhabhi was a little tired and sweating from the summer heat. She asked me to help her refresh. I washed her face to cool her down, then helped her change into a fresh dress, just like before. Then she asked me to change the diaper she had been wearing since the morning.

I told Bhabhi, “Please manage today without a diaper. We’ve already used one, and we can’t afford to use two diapers in a single day.”

Bhabhi got angry and said, “I can’t stay like this; I need to maintain some hygiene.”

I tried to calm her down. “Bhabhi, please understand. I’ll help you put on a panty, but we can’t afford to use two diapers a day. They’re expensive, and we need to consider our financial situation.”

She sighed and said, “Alright, put on the panty. But if I need to use the toilet, you’ll have to help me, and you can’t get irritated at night.”

Then I gently opened her diaper from the back, ensuring she remained as comfortable as possible. Then I brought a panty from the drawer and helped her put it on. It was the first time I saw her in this state, wearing panties. The panty color was red. I never saw my bhabhi wearing a panty. She turned around and asked for the skirt.

In the evening, I did my regular exercise routine while Bhabhi stayed in her room, listening to music.

Suddenly, I heard Bhabhi calling me and started crying.

I rushed to bhabhi’s room, concerned by her cries; as I entered, I saw her standing, tears streaming down her face. “Anurag,” she sobbed, “I thought I was wearing a diaper, but I wasn’t”. I saw the water rolling down her legs.

Seeing bhabhi was distressed. Then I immediately moved to comfort her. “It’s okay, bhabhi! Let’s get you cleaned up”. Then I led her to the bathroom, filled a bucket with water, and carefully washed her legs.

After washing her legs, I helped bhabhi out of the soiled panty. And for the first time, I saw her pussy, it was hairy. Bhabhi didn’t notice that I saw her pussy. She thought I closed my eyes as she had trust in me. She believed I was innocent. The pussy was covered with pubic hairs. She hadn’t shaved for a long time, I guessed.

Then I helped her step into the clean panty. And said with a reassuring smile, “All clean and fresh”.

I am Abby, a 23-year-old guy. I am originally from Chennai, but I studied Engineering in Mumbai. I used to live in a hostel with a roommate. That guy’s name is Prajwal. This is an incident that happened a year ago with Prajwal and his girlfriend, Anisa.

When I first joined college as an 18-year-old, I was quite innocent. I come from a conservative household, and I did not really have much privacy in my home. So, I had never watched porn or masturbated. I was waiting to go to college to enjoy the newfound independence.

We all have that one friend in college who introduces us to all the dirty things. For me, that was my roommate, Prajwal. He was a very charming guy with an amazing sense of humour. He always used to crack double-meaning jokes, which everyone liked.

We loved talking to each other, and we became good friends. One day, I was sleeping in my room when he was not there. He came and knocked on the door. It took me a while to open the door. He started making fun of this, asking, “ You were jerking off, weren’t you?”

After this day, we frequently used to have conversations around sex, masturbation, our crushes and so on. He even used to send me good porn videos to watch. He opened a whole new world to me where I could not just consume this kind of content, but could also talk about it in a fun way with someone.

I started enjoying spending time with him. Over time, we lost all filters in our conversations and could tell anything to each other. We even had conversations where he would tell me how to increase the pleasure when I was masturbating. I used to call him my ‘sex guru’.

Just after a few months into college, he started dating a girl from our senior batch. Her name was Anisa. God, she was gorgeous! She had huge boobs and used to wear very short skirts that showed her seducing thighs. All the guys used to check her out all the time.

My roommate Prajwal was lucky to have her as a girlfriend. Sometimes we three used to hang out together as I was his closest friend. Over some time, I grew comfortable around Anisa as well. So, the dirty conversations Prajwal and I used to have started to happen even when she was present.

Our dynamics were set in such a way that Prajwal used to come and share about his sex life with me. He would describe what he and his girlfriend did and what new things they are trying, in all details. He was excited to talk about it to someone.

I also started making jokes about their sex life, sometimes even when Anisa was there. This became common for us. We all felt extremely close and comfortable to talk openly like this.

While I enjoyed the conversations and was happy for my friend, I also felt envious of his sex life as he was hooking up so frequently with someone so hot. I used to jerk off thinking about his girlfriend.

Sometimes, I used to feel bad about thinking of my close friend’s girlfriend in this way, but I couldn’t help it. I had no idea what was coming next.

One day, Prajwal came to me and said he wanted to talk about something important and sensitive. We went on a walk in the park on our campus.

Prajwal: How do you find my girlfriend?

Me: What do you mean?

Prajwal: You are always checking her out. I have noticed it many times.

Me: Sorry, yaar. I’m really sorry. Yes, I’m not going to deny that. I could not control myself, even though I tried.

Prajwal: Oh, you find her so irresistible?

Me: Well, I don’t know what to say to that.

At this point, I got super worried. I thought I lost a close friend due to my poor self-control. Seeing me visibly worried, Prajwal started laughing.

Prajwal: Dude, chill. I am not angry with you at all. I feel nice about the fact that my girlfriend is so hot that guys find her irresistible.

I didn’t say anything. I was confused about where the conversation was going. I looked at him expecting him to continue what he was saying.

Prajwal: Okay, let’s talk this out openly. You are such a close friend. What is the need to beat around the bush? I have a perfect plan that’s a win-win for everyone. So, you find my girlfriend hot and obviously would love to sleep with her. I also fantasize about seeing my girlfriend enjoy sex with someone. So, why don’t you two fuck each other while I watch?

Me: What!? Let me process this. Are you saying you like to watch your girlfriend being fucked by someone else other than you? What kind of a fantasy is that?

Prajwal: Well, you know it’s like this. You watch porn to look at people having sex, right? You would love to watch porn of someone you find very hot, right? That’s why we all have our favourite pornstars. Obviously, Anisa is someone I find the most attractive. So, I fantasize about watching her enjoy sex. Who better to try this with other than my closest friend, whom I can trust?

Me: Wow, I never thought of it that way. Anyway, this sounds like a plan! But what about Anisa? Will she agree?

Prajwal: In fact, she is the one who suggested this.

Me: WTF? I can’t believe this. I am nowhere close to being as attractive as you. Why would she desire me?

Prajwal: Come on, dude, you are not unattractive. But there’s another angle to this. So, I told Anisa about how I used to send you porn videos and how I taught you how to jerk off and all that. I also told her that you used to call me your sex guru. That somehow turned her on.

Prajwal:  She said that she finds it hot that her boyfriend has such a reputation with his close friend. So, she wants me to teach someone sex, and she wants to watch that. She told me this, and that’s when we came up with this. You are a virgin with no experience. And you were the one who called me a sex guru.

Prajwal: So, isn’t it best to teach you sex instead of anyone else? Till now, I taught you how to jerk off. Now, I will teach you how to pleasure a woman. You need to listen to me and make sure my girlfriend has a great time. You will love it. She is supremely talented in bed. Do you see how this is a win-win situation for everyone involved?

Me: I still can’t believe this is happening.

Prajwal: It’s not just happening. It’s happening pretty soon. I told you that Anisa and I are going to Lonavala for the long weekend, right? We are leaving tomorrow. You should join us. We will have 3 days of great time filled with pleasure. We should fuck at least twice every day, lol.

Wait for the next part to know what happened on the trip. This experience revealed the bisexual part of me that I was not really aware of. We had the most memorable sex of our lives in those three days.

Sheetal was excited. At last, her house wouldn’t feel lonely as it did after her husband’s demise. They were childless and were planning to adopt. But her husband’s unfortunate demise put a dent in their plan. It had been 3 years since then. She finally decided to rent one of her rooms out as a paying guest.

It took a long while because of her specific requirements. The tenant had to be a female in the same age group as her. Women her age were married, either busy in their careers or married and being a housewife. The second requirement is that the tenant must not bring guys over to their home.

The first one was enough to cull the number of people interested in less than half. The second made them nonexistent. Finally, she received updates that one was interested. Shreya was a divorcee and was about to move to the city for work reasons.

Renting a flat alone was difficult in itself. But this fit her perfectly as most of the house duties would be taken over by Sheetal for a bit more rent, which, compared to the same services offered by others, was way cheaper.

They had a virtual meeting to show the house as well as finalize the finer details before she moved to the city. The hard copy of the contract was ready and was to be signed the day she moved in.

The doorbell rang, and Sheetal rushed to open. With a big smile, she invited Shreya in, and she responded in kind. She helped Shreya settle in, and they split their work. Sheetal was a housewife with no work experience. But she had a huge inheritance left by her husband.

She did not need to work. So, she opted to take over the housework, laundry and cooking. At the same time, Shreya had to pay the decided rent and half of the utilities bill.  They went from being a landlady and a tenant to being friends fast.

They both complemented each other, and there wasn’t much they disagreed upon. At times they would go out to party or have drinks and chill at home.  There was never an issue with the second rule. Shreya wasn’t interested in men. She chalked it up to being done with men after her divorce.

She often went out and came back in the morning, which Sheetal asked about. She told them they were just one-night stands.

Compared to her, Sheetal had no interest in dating, and she just wanted to be home and enjoy her hobbies. Months went by, and their lives went by. On a heavily rainy day, Shreya brought a guest with her. She was one of her colleagues, and due to flooding, public transport had stopped.

Sheetal was all right with her crashing in for tonight, as it didn’t break her second rule.  She was to sleep in Shreya’s bedroom, as there was ample space. They had dinner, and after a few drinks, they decided to call it a night.  It was around 1 a.m., and Sheetal woke up to some sounds.

Wondering if it was just her imagination, she closed her eyes but heard them again. She got out of bed and looked around the room in search of a creature, but it wasn’t that. As she opened the door, she could hear it much more clearly. Walking towards its source, she found it was Shreya’s room.

The sounds had gotten clearer; they were pleasureful moans and whimpering. She couldn’t believe it. She put her ear to the door, and she was stunned. She could hear two distinct voices, moaning and whimpering erotically, along with the sound of the bed creaking.

She wanted to bust into the room and apprehend her for it, but she couldn’t. She found herself glued to the door, and with every passing second, her body grew hot.  This was new, this was different, this was taboo. Yet she found herself intrigued and getting turned on by imagining the act going on.

They were verbally teasing each other, and she could hear it and turned her on even more. Her hands were already between her legs, pressing her pussy over the cloth of her gown.  She started rubbing the nub of her clitoral area, moving her fingers in a circle.

As they got louder, she got hotter and wetter. They were nearing their orgasm; both were breathing heavily and moaning frantically. At times, she would hear a voice asking others to quiet down. They followed for a few moments and then got back to the same volume.

They were reaching their climax, but Sheetal was the first to get there. It had been a while since she had felt such intense orgasms, and her legs gave in. She slid down the door with her legs to her side and her hand between her legs, still playing with her organ.

Behind the door, they were done as well. Their voices had subsided, and she could hear just slow whispers. Sheetal got back to her room, cleaned herself, and got rid of the gown. She was still feeling herself while in the bed and passed out.

The morning, she felt a different kind of freshness, and she had such a weird dream. But her being naked in bed without a gown brought the memories back. It was not a dream. It had all happened, and she even remembered her enjoying herself.

Maybe it was a dream because she had drunk last night. But the gown hanging behind the bathroom door with dried-out marks of fluids on the white surface was enough to affirm that it wasn’t a dream.  Shreya had no clue, but she could feel Sheetal acting a bit differently.

The weekend rolled in, and they had decided to be home, having vodka and chilling watching movies. They spent most of the time talking. As more drinks went in, Sheetal couldn’t keep it in.

“I know you and that woman were fucking that night,” Sheetal blurted out, smiling like a child who found a secret.

“Oh, how do you know?” Shreya was stunned. She wasn’t expecting such a sudden bomb drop.

“I could hear you faintly from my room, so I was searching around and found the source of sound coming from your room,” she exclaimed.

“Aah, I’m sorry, this won’t happen again, though your second requirement mentioned no men. There was nothing about women.” Shreya caught her on that technicality.

“It’s alright. I’m not mad or anything. It’s just that it’s unnatural. Why have sex with women?” Sheetal was drunk and bold.

Shreya sighed deeply. “Where do I even start? Woman, unlike a man, focuses more on foreplay. Men are like, “Hey, there’s a dick for you,”  and there’s no intimacy, no passion to enjoy each other. That’s nearly all the men I have been with so far.”

She paused and took a sip from her glass. “With a woman, it’s more intense, more passionate because we know our body and what pleases us, and we use that to understand what will please the other person. It’s just… it’s more of what I like.”

Sheetal just sat there, hearing her and taking sips of her drink.

Shreya continued, “Tell me, when you were with a man, did you feel fulfilled always?”

Sheetal nodded no. She understood her point, and she was somewhat correct. Most of the time, it was just straight sex, no foreplay for her.  Shreya slid on the couch and moved closer to her. “Close your eyes. I’ll show you something.” Her tone was lower and more convincing.

She closed her eyes. Something grazed by her, and she felt Shreya’s finger running along her neck to behind her neck. Her neck instinctively turned towards her hand, pressing against it. Her hands slowly caressed her neck, her thumb running against her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Don’t open your eyes yet. This feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sheetal nodded yes and smiled a bit. Soon, she felt something get closer to her and felt a warm and soft sensation on her neck. Shreya was kissing her on her neck. The first kiss jolted her, and she got hot, her toes curled as her lips traced along her neck to her ear.

Shreya whispered, “This turned you on, didn’t it?”

Sheetal opened her eyes in shock, bewildered by her words. But her body was hot, her breathing heavy, and she could feel herself getting wet. Although her expression was one of shock, she nodded a soft yes.  Shreya moved in closer and pressed her lips against her.

Sheetal’s lips were shut. Her warm lips melted her walls away, and she opened them and reciprocated. Sheetal was not much of a kisser; Shreya took the lead and played with her lips, gently biting them and using her tongue to play with hers.

Shreya’s hand has slowly made its way between Sheetal’s thighs, gently massaging her inner thighs. She started kissing her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobes, and whispered to her, “Let me show you what I did to her. Are you ready?”

Sheetal had her eyes closed. Hearing her, she moaned, “Yes.” She was already wet from her, Shreya’s hands were already close to her pussy. Yet her not pushing her hands near was making her wild.  Shreya started kissing her neck and slowly made her way down.

She pulled Sheetal to the edge of the couch and kneeled on the floor. Raising her gown, she kissed her legs and made her way up. Sheetal’s legs parted, inviting her in. Her thick thighs spread apart, revealing her wet pussy ready for her.

Kissing and nibbling on her inner thighs, she teased Sheetal, making her want her more. Sheetal already had her hands on Shreya’s head, firmly pushing it towards her.  Shreya started kissing the skin around her, grazing her labia with her lips.

The touch was enough to push Sheetal over the edge. Her legs clamped together, but Shreya held them apart with force. Sheetal twisted and turned, her toes curled inwards, and her breathing was heavy. This was the first time she had felt this, and it made her orgasm quick.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, and she opened her eyes and said, “Sorry, this…this was new…”.

Shreya looked at her and said, “I’m not done yet.” She winked and pushed her lips against her labia.

Kissing and pushing them apart with her tongue, gently pulling on them with her lips. Rubbing the back of her tongue against her soft inners, she spared no effort. Sheetal was already gasping for air. The intensity of her tongue, coupled with her fingers rubbing against it, was pushing her near orgasm again.

Noticing her near orgasm, Shreya slowed down and turned to her thighs, kissing and caressing them while Sheetal calmed down a bit. She wanted to savour every second of it and turned to her breasts. Undressing the gown off her, she started to play with her breasts.

Kissing on the sensitive parts of her underboobs, gently biting on her flesh. She was running her tongue around her areolas. She was edging her before she started touching her nipples.  Sheetal found new sensitivities; the way she edged her made her crave it more.

Her nipples were hard and pointing outward, asking for more. Shreya finally started licking her nipples, gently pulling them with her lips and nibbling on them. Her fingers worked on the other while her tongue worked on the other. She couldn’t feel her heartbeat fastening and her heating up.

Shreya stopped altogether and started making her way down to her pussy again, kissing her way down. She left hickeys near her boobs and around her nipples. As she went down, she pressed the back of her tongue against her labia, pushing them apart and moving up, revealing her clitoral area.

Pushing the hood back, she exposed the sensitive head. She lubed it up with Sheetal’s cum and her saliva and gently started moving her tongue around it.  A cold shiver went up Sheetal’s spine; she was overstimulated and couldn’t take it more. Her body jolted backwards.

The sensation overtook her, and she came once again. This was intense and a first for her. Her sensitivity was extreme, and she had mixed feelings. The wave of orgasm made her want to resume the act, but the new sensation made her uncomfortable.

Shreya could see the hesitation and joined her up on the sofa. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just a new sensation to you, and you’re very sensitive. Everyone is. It’s alright. You have that weird, bad-like feeling because of the sensitivity. It will subside.”

Sheetal looked towards her, feeling affirmed by her, and she calmed down. She smiled at her, breathing heavily because of her orgasm. She collected her thoughts. This was new, this was intense, and this felt nice, yet it was something she found unnatural.

Shreya broke her chain of thoughts, “Hey, I haven’t come once. Help me with it.” She removed her pyjamas and sat next to her. “Sit next to me.”  Sheetal did as she asked. She had her knees bent towards her chest. Shreya pushed her hand between them and opened them, reaching for her pussy.

She took Sheetal’s hand and placed it on her pussy. “Make me cum with your fingers. Play with me as you play with yourself,” she ordered seductively. Her fingers made a circle on Sheetal’s pussy.  Newbie to all the other things, Sheetal could do this, this was simple.

She started touching Shreya. She could feel the wetness on her fingers. The more she rubbed, the more she felt her get hotter. Meanwhile, Shreya was playing with her like a pro. Rubbing her clitoral area, pinching the flesh between her fingers and pulling it.

Circling her entrance and pushing the top of her finger in. Sheetal was not a match for her, but she copied what Shreya did to her.  While trying to control herself, Sheetal copied Shreya, which was making her reach her edge. All the pussy eating had already made Shreya horny.

Even her newbie touches were enough for her. They both moaned and whimpered, gradually reaching their climax. Shreya was the first to come. But she continued using her fingers like she would do on her and pushed Sheetal to her climax as well.

Breathing heavily, they both looked at each other and smiled. Shreya kissed her, and they both fell on the couch, cuddling and kissing. After a while, they both get to their room to freshen up and sleep.

The morning light wakes up Sheetal. She stays in bed collecting the events of what happened last night. It felt unnatural and taboo, yet it was exciting, and she craved it. The feeling was new, intense, and much more passion-driven. It was a new page in her life, and she wanted to explore it.

She got up and made breakfast; Shreya woke up quite later on. They had their breakfast in silence, and after Sheetal was done cleaning off the dishes, Shreya asked, “Are you okay?”

Sheetal turned back, surprised, “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” and went silent. “You know we can talk about it. I understand it’s new to you, but I think talking about it will help you process it better,” Shreya looked concerned.

Sheetal turned around, drying her hands on the cloth nearby. “It’s just that it was new, and when I look at it, it’s not something I know to do.” Sheetal moved closer, “So if…you could teach me…” She winked and bit her lip.

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Aashram ki rani ne mujhe address bataya mere mama ke ghar ka, aur main firse ab ek badi city mein aa gaya jaha mere mama log rehte the.

Main firse gayab ho kar unke ghar ke andar jata hu, aur waha mere 3 mama aur unki family thi. Bade mama ki family mein 2 ladkiyan, 2 ladke, dono ki shaadi ho chuki thi. Beech waale mama ki family mein 2 ladke ek ladki thi, aur chhote mama ke 2 ladkiyan ek ladka the.

Chhote wala alag rehta tha, to main pehle chhote waale ke ghar chala gaya. Mama ki age 45 ki thi, aur unki biwi meri mami Anita 38 ki thi. Unki badi beti Simpi 20 saal ki thi, aur chhoti Pallavi 19 saal ki thi.

Main gayab ho kar andar gaya, aur maine dekha Anita mami ne ek saree pehni hui thi, aur wo kitchen mein khaana bana rahi thi. Unke paas jaake dekha, to wo bilkul gori, 36″ ke boobs, aur 36″ ki hi gaand thi. Main peeche se jaa kar unko hug kar leta hu, aur lund gaand mein laga ke apne hath se unke boobs ko masalne lagta hu.

Mami boli: Aapki dono betiyan ghar par hai. Dekh lengi.

Shayad wo mujhe mama samajh rahi thi. Fir main unke lips mein hath rakh ke chup karwa diya, aur apna lund gaand mein dabane laga.

Sath hi maine dono boobs ko dabate hue apne hath unke blouse ke andar daal diya, aur zor-zor se boobs dabane laga. Wo siskari nikaalne lagi.

Maine apna lund baahar kiya, aur Anita mami ki saree upar karke unki panty neeche kar di. Fir lund chut mein set karke dhakka laga diya. Mere ek dhakka se hi mami ki chut mein lund chala gaya, aur main lund aage-peeche karke unko chodne laga. Wo mere lund ke dhakko ka apni gaand aage-peeche karke jawaab de rahi thi.

Kuch hi der mein hum dono jhad gay. Wo apne kapde theek karke fir khaana banane lagi, aur main mami ki chut mein jhadne ke baad unke hi bedroom mein jaa kar so jata hu.

Raat ko mama-mami ek sath soye the, aur room ki light band thi. Main waha mami ke paas jaa kar let gaya aur unki saree ke Pallu ko hata ke boobs dabane laga.

Mami bolne lagi: Aapka pata nahi kab mood ho jata hai sex ka. Dopahar ko to kiya tha. Ab firse shuru ho gay ho.

Mami mujhe apna pati samajh rahi thi, aur mujhe gayab hone ke kaaran koi darr bhi nahi tha. Maine firse apni ungli unke muh mein rakhi, aur unke kaan ko kiss kar liya. Wo chup ho kar mujhe pyar karne de rahi thi. Main unke blouse ke hook ek-ek karke kholne laga, aur apne kapde bhi khol kar mami ke hath mein lund de diya.

Mami boli: Ye lund itna bada musal kaise ban gaya? Zaroor aapne sex tablet khayi hogi.

Maine mami ka blouse utara, aur bra ke upar se hi boobs masalne laga. Fir unki back par kiss karne laga. Mami ki bra ke hook bhi khol diye maine, aur unke dono boobs mere hath mein aa gaye, aur main nange boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga.

Mami: Aah aah, zor se nahi karo ji, dard hota hai.

Main ek hath saree ke andar panty mein daal ke chut mein ungli karne laga, aur fir mami ne khud apni saree khol di, aur panty bhi neeche sarka di.

Room mein kaafi andhera hone ke kaaran hum ek-doosre ko ache se dekh nahi paa rahe the. Main unko apni taraf kheench kar unko lips kiss karne laga. Wo aankhen band karke mujhe lip kiss de rahi thi.

Main ek hath se boobs daba raha tha, to doosre hath se chut mein ungli kar raha tha. Idhar mami bhi mere lund ko hila rahi thi. Fir maine apna lund mami ke muh mein de diya, aur muh mein lund age-peeche karke chodne laga.

Mami ka muh dard hone laga 10 minutes se bhi zyada chodne ke baad, kyunki ab mera lund jhadne wala to tha nahi. Fir maine mami ki chut mein lund set kiya aur dhakka laga diya.

Ek hi dhakke mein mera 8 inch ka lund poora andar chala gaya. Fir main mami ka ek pair kandhe mein rakh ke unko chodne laga. Unki chut kaafi khuli hui thi, fir bhi wo aah aah kar rahi thi.

Wo bol rahi thi: Roz diya karo lund chut mein. Mujhe bahut pasand hai chudai.

Meri chudai se chut fach-fach karne lagi. Mujhe maza bilkul nahi aa raha tha, par badla lena tha mujhe. Mami ki 10 minutes ki chudai ke baad hi main unki chut mein jhad gaya, aur unke upar aa kar boobs ko muh mein leke so gaya.

Subhe tak main mami ke upar hi sota raha, aur fir subha 5 baje main mami ki beti Simpi ke room mein chala gaya. Wo bhi so rahi thi, aur main usko hug karke sone laga. Simpi 8 baje uthi, aur apne room ke bathroom mein hi nahane lagi, aur fir sirf ek towel pehne room mein aayi. Uske baad wo nangi ho kar apni net wali panty, aur bra jo 32″ size ki thi, wo pehan ke college chali gayi.

Main bathroom mein nahane gaya, aur waha Simpi ki panty bra se muth maar ka apna maal usme hi chhodh diya. Fir mami aayi aur panty bra dhone ke liye lene lagi. Wo dekhi usme dher saari malayi lagi thi. Mami ko samajhte der nahi lagi ki wo malayi Simpi ki chut ki thi, aur wo apni chut mein ungli karke college gayi thi.

Wo apne aap se bolne lagi: Aaj kal ke ladki jawaan nahi hoti usse pehle hi lund ke liye tadapne lagti hai.

Mami ki doosri beti Pallavi ki college band thi. Wo ghar par hi thi. Main uske paas gaya, aur wo fresh ho kar so rahi thi. Main uski blanket ke andar ghus gaya, aur usko nanga kiya. Pallavi ka figure bhi acha tha. Uske 32″ ke boobs the, aur main dono boobs ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lag. Fir ek virgin ki chut mein muh laga kar chut choosne laga.

Main chut ke muh ko khol kar apne jeebh se chaatne laga. Ek virgin chut ki khushbu aur uske paani ki kuch alag hi baat hoti hai. Main agar ab Pallavi ko chodta, to usko pata bhi chal jana tha, aur wo apne ghar par bata degi. Fir na to Pallavi ki chut milegi, na hi badi wali Simpi ki. Isliye ab mujhe kuch aur karna tha.

Aap padhe ki main kya karta hu next part mein.

To be continued…

Hi all, This is the story of a lady chat friend named Ruba from Chennai. I’m Madhusudhan, a 40-year-old male from Bangalore. The story will be in the words of Ruba going forward.

Hi all,

I am Ruba, 29 years old, and my hubby Akash is 36 now. We both are Malayalis from Thrissur district in Kerala. My hubby is in IT and now we are settled in Chennai. We have been happily married for the last 3 years.

My body stats are 36D 34 40 (No wonder for a Mallu lady). I was a virgin before marriage, but I have been groped by many men in buses and crowded places. I let guys do it, and it has gone to the extent of guys groping my boobs over my chudi tops.

Though I never touched anyone’s cock or let anyone insert their hands into my dress and touch my bare body. I had great expectations of having good sex with my hubby. But I would say our sex life is average only as my hubby got diabetes after 1 year of our marriage.

Since he started taking medication, the frequency of our sex reduced considerably. I learnt to live with it until this incident happened. I stay in a small apartment with 2 blocks with 8 houses in each block. We have two security for both blocks and they keep rotating shifts amongst themselves.

The incident that I’m going to narrate happened with Raj, who’s a 56-year-old lean, tall black Tamil guy. He is a very jovial guy and helps me a lot. Whenever I come home after buying groceries or vegetables, he will take one bag and come along.

And, of course, our hands used to touch when I handed over the bags to him. I, too, was casually chatting with him. I had no intention of being in bed with him. One day while coming in the lift, I asked him for help to take some things from the top shelf.

I asked him to hold the chair and stand on it. Since he is 56, I didn’t want him to stand on it. While I was getting down, he held my waist, and after I got down, we smiled and nothing much happened that day. But I got to know his intentions that day.

Since I was missing the sex from my hubby, I liked his touches and the way he flirted with me. Another day, he came with me carrying some stuff. I was wearing a red coloured saree.

Raj: Mam, this saree looks so good on you.

Ruba: Thanks, Raj. My hubby doesn’t compliment me at all.

Raj: He must be a busy man, madam. Don’t worry, I will give you all you want?

Ruba: What?

Raj: I meant all the compliments you want.

Ruba: Oh, only compliments? I thought of something else.

Now, he, too, understood what I wanted. He held my waist, pulled me closer to him and started to kiss my face. Slowly, he was kissing my cheeks, my earlobes, my neck and everywhere on the face. His hands removed my pallu and started to grope my left boobs over my blouse.

After kissing my face for 2 minutes, he kissed me on my lips. He used to smoke regularly, and before this day, I used to hate the smell of cigarettes. But today, the cigarette smell inside my mouth was making me go crazy. I had completely surrendered myself to him.

He started to suck my 36D boobs over my blouse. I was in a different world altogether. While sucking my boobs, his hands were on my ass, pressing both of them very hardly. He continued it for 5 minutes, and then he sucked both boobs one after another over my blouse.

My hands were caressing his head and giving a massage. He started to unbutton my blouse one by one and then he removed my saree and petticoat too. Now, I was standing with only my bra and panties in front of this 56-year-old stranger whom I hardly knew.

He took me to the bedroom. I was feeling a little shy about walking inside my own home in a 2 piece with a stranger. We hugged each other and then again went into kissing each other. I kept my hands over his pants and started to rub his cock.

It was so thick and bigger than my husband’s. It must have been 7 inches. He removed his pants, shirt and inners. This was the first time I touched some guy’s cock other than my husband’s. I was excited a lot about doing this. His cock was so thick it was dark black as well.

He removed the hooks in my bra and let loose my boobs. He started to suck my boobs one after another, and I was on cloud nine. I kept pressing his cock while he was sucking my boobs. He behaved like an animal and was very aggressive.

In between he kept praising how beautiful I am and how lucky he is to get me in bed. Then I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. He pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I took the entire 7 inch cock in my mouth. He kept caressing my head.

By the way, he was moaning. I knew he was enjoying it very much. I was a pro at sucking cock so he loved it so much. After 10 minutes of sucking, he finally released the cum in my mouth. Like a baby sucking milk from the mother, I drank all of it without wasting even a single drop.

Even after releasing the cum, his cock was so hard. I continued sucking for a few more minutes. Then he lifted me and made me lie on the bed with my boobs crushed by the bed, and he fell on top of my shoulder. He started to kiss my bare back.

It gave a sensual feeling all over my body, and my pussy started to release the cum. Then he went down to kiss my toes and feet. That was a different feeling which I never experienced before. He came up and kissed my thighs, removed my panties and then kissed my ass.

He opened my legs, and then he started to lick my asshole. My hubby used to lick my pussy for a minute, and then straight away started to fuck me. But this security guy was licking my asshole for more than 10 minutes. My cum kept oozing out of my pussy.

I felt like I was in heaven, and I have never experienced any such pleasure in my life. Like a dog licking all over your body, Raj was licking me that day. It was a completely different feeling for me. Then he turned me to the other side. This time he straight away went to my pussy without licking my thighs.

He licked me like a hungry dog and kept eating the cum out of my pussy. I held one hand on his head and another one to the pillow. He must have licked my pussy for at least 30 minutes, and I kept releasing cum. Then he made me stand like a dog with 4 legs.

I thought he was going to fuck me from behind. But this time, he went down below and started to lick my pussy again. Then he got up and started to tease me by keeping his cock near my pussy. I was waiting for him shamelessly to enter his cock into my pussy.

In an unexpected moment, he put it inside and started to stroke it gently at first. And then gradually, he kept increasing the speed. While he was fucking my pussy, he kept inserting his fingers into my asshole. Those who have not tried ass fuck or feared about it, try this.

Ask your guy to fuck your pussy in doggy and insert 1 or 2 fingers in the asshole. You will feel ecstasy. He kept fucking me for 15-20 minutes, at least in the doggy position and then released his cum into my pussy. I reached a climax at least 4 times during that 15-20 minute period.

Then he lay down on the bed, and I, too, lay next to him. I was hugging him closely, and after a few minutes, I started to play with his cock and started to stroke it. Within a minute, it started to become hard. I went down and sucked it this time.

Once it became hard enough, I started to ride him in a cowgirl position. He was crushing my boobs. Whenever I get tired, he will fuck me in the same position. Usually, in cowgirl positions, guys will release within minutes. He released his cum a few minutes ago. Only it took some time for him to release it this time.

After 10 minutes of me riding him, he made me lie down. He came into a missionary position and started to fuck me hard. This is when I could see his real power, and he was going too deep into my pussy. Again I released 3 times, and still, he was fucking me.

Finally, when he was about to cum, I asked him to release it in my mouth. I drank the entire cum. He kept the cock inside my mouth till the last drop came out, and I sucked him dry completely. We lay down, hugging each other. After 10 minutes, he said he had to guard the apartment.

Finally, he realized he was supposed to guard the apartment and not my pussy. In the next meet, he took my ass virginity. After that, we used to meet 4 to 5 times a week once my hubby went to work. After 6 months, he shifted to a new place, and we get to meet only 2 or 3 times a month now.

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Hello All, This is my real story, and I don’t want to disclose my identity in this portal. So, for privacy purposes, I took a fake name and published it by another reader. The content of the story is real, and I hope you enjoy the reading.

It was cloudy in the morning, and my wife asked me to bring vegetables and batter. I stepped out and bought the commodities. But on the way home, it started to rain heavily, and I was drenched when I reached home.

My wife took the goods from my hand and closed the door. She quickly started to wipe my head with the towel. She said, “Wipe your head. Otherwise, you will get a cold.” I was wiping my head, and she removed my shirt and shorts.

I was nude, and she started to wipe my body with her Saree pallu. I am 5.10 feet, and she is 5.2 feet. I clearly see a gap between her boobs though she is wearing a blue blouse. My eyes were on her 36b boobs, and her pallu touched my dick. She wiped my dick with her pallu, and my dick raised like a tower.

She was holding my dick and said, “Is it looking for warmth?” with shyness on her face. I placed my hand around her waist. With another hand, I was trying to unhook her blouse. She brought her face towards my face, and our lips met without any time.

We were kissing passionately and hugging at the same time. It’s raining heavily outside, and my wife makes me horny and supports me for hard sex. The kiss was broken and she put my hands over her blouse. I saw her lustful eyes, and I knew she didn’t want to wear a blouse.

I tore her blouse rather than unhooking, and her boobs were out as she was not wearing a bra. She bit her lower lips and pulled my face towards her boobs. I took one melon inside my mouth and pressed her another boob without any mercy.

She was encouraging me with her sweet moans and asked me to bite her brown nipple. I was biting the nipple and sucking her boob one after another. Her hands were rubbing my head with louder moans. After some time, I moved down and removed her saree completely.

She hugged me tightly and said, “Kiss my pussy right now.” With that said, she removed her petticoat and placed my hands on her panty waistband. I kneeled and pulled her panty down. She placed my hands around her ass cheeks and pushed my head towards her pussy.

My lips touched her wet pussy lips, and she started to rub my head with her fingers. Her moans were loud, and Desi. She was moaning like, “Ahh, eat my pussy.” I was rubbing her pussy with my tongue, and she was pushing my head towards her pussy with loud moans.

Her moans made my blood boil. I started to push my tongue deep inside her wet pussy. My head was between her legs, and I moved my hands from ass cheeks to boobs. I was moulding her boobs and licking her pussy and ass crack. Her moans were high and leaked on my face. Then she took my dick for a blowjob.

She was giving a good blowjob where her tongue ran all over my dick again and again. She makes me crazy with her blow. She took my dick inside my throat and sucked it beautifully, whereas I was pushing her head hard towards my dick.

I cum heavily inside her throat, and she took everything with lust in her eyes. I reached the peak and asked her to lie down. She laid down and crossed her legs widely. Quickly I rubbed her pussy with my dick and inserted my dick inside her pussy.

She was moaning and reached her hands over my back. Her legs were up in the air, and I was thrusting hard. My chest was crushing her boobs, and I was fucking hard. She was moaning and hugging me hard, and we continued for the next 15 minutes.

Her pussy was filled with cum, and we both were in sweat. We kissed for some time. Again, she asked for another round in the missionary position. I inserted my dick inside her pussy and thrust hard. My lower abdomen was hitting her pussy hard and generated thap thap noise.

She was moaning, sexy and loud. We did it for some time. Finally, we mutually agreed to stop as I had to go out for urgent work. Finally, she took my dick filled with cum inside her mouth. She sucked it out completely with tiredness and asked me for a golden shower.

I gave them a golden shower and kissed her forehead. I had a shower and wore my clothes. My wife was still laying on the floor with cum around her pussy and a golden shower. I got the call, and I was talking on call and the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and it was my neighbour. He handed over the parcels to me as we were away yesterday. But I didn’t realize that my wife was lying naked in the living room. I shouldn’t have opened the door. But I was talking over a call, and the neighbour got the free show.

She became very angry. Her eyes turned red, and she went inside the bedroom and closed the door with anger. I left home because I have to go to the register office as I am buying a restaurant in Bangalore. I left the home calmly.

My name is Suresh, and my wife’s name is Ramya. We have two kids, and we have sex on alternate days. During the COVID time, my tiffin business dropped. I was forced to shut the business as I did not see a good trend after quarantine.

Working from home had an impact, and I didn’t see a positive trend. Also, I was not interested in doing the job, so I made the daring decision to run a restaurant. My in-laws supported financially to buy the restaurant. I bought the restaurant, and within 3 months, I saw tremendous growth in it.

I have to spend more time at the restaurant, but I see a profit. I bought another restaurant in less than 4 months. I am a very money-minded person, and I love money.

I never had sex with her after my neighbour saw her nude. She is angry and not talking much. I took admission for my kids in Bangalore. They used to stay in my hometown during the lockdown.

Since I own 2 restaurants, I have developed a good knowledge of CCTV and spy cameras. I have installed 40 cameras in my restaurant, and in addition I have 15 spare cameras.

One day, my in-laws called me and asked me to verify the camera at his house. I have huge respect for him and I said OK. It’s his house, but it’s in my wife’s name. That house is in between Bangalore and Mysore. It’s a big house with a ground floor and a first floor.

The ground floor has 4 bedrooms, and the first floor has 2 bedrooms. My in-law family is big, they have 7 siblings, and everyone has at least 3 kids. My in-laws have 4 kids, and my wife has 28 male cousins.

Ramya is only a baby girl, so she grew up with a silver spoon. That house costs more than 2 crore but the wife is not keen to sell as she grew up in that house. The first floor is the wife’s area from childhood. It has a rich look with good furniture and an expensive showcase.

That house is located at the end of the colony. After that, it’s an agriculture field. The first floor has a garden and it has plenty of privacy. Ground is used as a godown by Ramya’s brothers as they run a restaurant and construction goods business.

That house has two entries and no one uses the first floor entry except my wife and myself. That house is ideal but installed CCTV way back in 2012. I checked the CCTV, and I replaced it with a new one on the ground floor. I completed the work, but I saw an unusual tyre mark.

It was unusual because I parked my car behind, which is a personal entry for the first floor. My wife came to that place yesterday, but I can see 8 tyre prints. I left the place, assuming the wife might reverse the car.

A few days later, she came with me and checked all the CCTV on the ground floor, which was unusual. I thought it was for her information. Later, I planned to change the CCTV on the first floor as it was installed in 2012. It has CCTV at the entrance, not inside the home.

We were using this house as a honeymoon spot, as we had plenty of sex at her house. We used to come on every weekend. Mostly, we both stayed nude at her place, and no one dared to disturb us.

I reached the place to change the CCTV, but again, I spotted 8tyre prints, Amazon, and Flipkart covers on the road. The delivery address was intentionally removed from the cover. I never saw any plastic cover or additional tyre print at her place.

I checked the CCTV history. I found a few issues while going through the recordings and noticed CCTV recordings were missing for a few hours for a few days. I thought it was a CCTV issue as it’s very old and replaced with a new one.

After a month, I visited the place. Ramya visits her place every week and I don’t have any issues. Again, I saw the tyre marks, and I started to view the recording, but a few hours were not recorded. Those days were matching with Ramya’s visit. It means Ramya had switched off the CCTV during her visit.

I finally viewed the shadow of the car, but now it’s a small piece. After some time I saw footage where my wife was waving her hand and was carrying a plastic cover.

I searched the plastic bag nearby. Fortunately, I found the cover, which included a used condom inside the cover that was drowned in a nearby canal. It was a shock and unbelievable for me. I was angry, but I wanted to catch her with evidence. For that, I installed a spy camera inside the house.

Ramya is not aware of the spy camera. In the restaurant, I have a separate room where I view cameras for both restaurants. I have an iPad, and I can view live footage of Ramya’s house.

After a long wait of two weeks, Ramya planned to visit her house. I found myself in a good private place to track her routine with the help of a spy camera. She reached the place, and after some time, she called someone and asked how long it would take.

After that, she said, “Don’t come directly. Call me and wait for my signal.” After 10 minutes, she got the call and switched off camera 1, and she ensured it was not working. I can see camera 1 is not working on my iPad. I was very curious to see the guy, and it was my neighbour.

He is shorter than me, and physically, I am much stronger than him. They both were hugging very tightly and without closing the doors. I was angry but decided to view the next things. They broke the hug with a long lip kiss, and he handed the parcel to her.

He closed the door, and Ramya switched on camera 1 and moved inside the makeup area. I did not install a camera in her makeup area and eagerly waited for her.

In the meantime, he removed his dress and stayed nude. His dick was standing like a tower. He opened one parcel, and I saw a long rope-like stick, small ropes, masks, handcuffs, a neck collar chain, and a long sponge-like garland. My excitement level reached the next level after seeing that material.

He took condoms and put them on the bed. My dick started to rise, and I was waiting for Ramya. She came and looked like a slut with her costume. She wore a Transparent black one-piece. I can see her boobs were visible as she did not wear a Bra inside.

Her big ass cheeks were open, and I saw a red thong. She knotted the hair, and he said you are looking hot. She put a long sponge garland around her neck and took the mask. The mask is small and it covers her forehead only. She picked up the neck collar chain and asked him to reach him with his four legs.

He reached her with 4 legs, and she put her feet on his back and slapped his ass cheeks with a rope stick. He said ahh, and Ramya shouted at him and asked him to call her Master. He said OK, Master and Ramya knotted the neck chain to his neck and he walked like a dog.

Ramya ordered him to sit on the wooden round stool, and he obliged. Then she took the black cloth and blindfolded him. Then she put his hands back and locked it with handcuffs. Then Ramya got down on her knees and held the neck chain.

She smelled his dick, and at the same time, she was ticking him with the help of a long garland. I was turned on and removed my pants, and held my monstrous dick in my hand. He was trembling with tickling, and her tongue was running over his dick. Then Ramya asked him to follow her.

She was pulling the neck chain and reached to the bed. He was walking and trusting Ramya as he was blindfolded, and his hands were back with handcuffs. He positioned in doggy style on the bed as per Ramya’s request, and she hit his ass cheeks with a stick.

She moved between his legs and was licking his dick balls. She licked his balls in a doggy position and again pulled him to a wooden chair. Then she makes him sit on a chair, and Ramya sits on his lap.

Then Ramya asked him to lick her boobs. He was trying to find her boobs. But Ramya teased him very badly and not allowing him to Suck her boobs. Ramya lowered her costume and opened her boobs. But he was blindfolded, and his hands were in handcuffs. I felt sad for him, but it was a very hot feeling.

Finally, he caught her boob and sucked like a small baby. I love to hide and seek, and Ramya’s facial expression was lustful and made me swing my dick harder. After that, she put her hand around his neck and started to lick his nipple.

Oh fuck! I saw her tongue moving around his nipple, and with another hand, she was pulling his hair hard. It must have been painful, but my bloody neighbour was enjoying it. Later, she bit his nipple hard, and I listened to his groan. Then she removed her panty and made him smell her wet panty.

She, in fact, put her panties inside his mouth. Neighbour licked her panties inch by inch, and Ramya asked him to get down from the chair. Ramya sat on the chair, and she moved her legs wider. She shouted at him to kneel and asked him to smell her pussy like a dog.

With blindfolded eyes, he reached her pussy and started to smell her pussy. His nose was on her pussy, and he was smelling her wet pussy. Ramya was treating him like a dog and rubbing his head like puppy hair. She was moaning like, “Tommy, my pussy dog, please your Master with tongue.”

Then he moved his tongue on her wet pussy, and Ramya was moving his head all over her pussy. Ramya was aggressive and was pulling his hair hard and asking him to lick her pussy. Later she started to bury his head inside her pussy. He was licking her pussy and moving his head all over the pussy.

Ramya was moaning, “Ahh, awww, dog, asshole dog, go deep, my dog.”  Her moans were becoming louder and louder as his tongue went inside her pussy lips. She put her legs on his back and pushed his head towards her pussy. Ramya was enjoying.

Her lustful expressions were making me crazy, and she removed his handcuff and asked him to lie down on the bed. She initiated a lip kiss, and they both kissed passionately. Her boobs were touching his chest, and slowly she broke the kiss and sat on her chest.

Then, slowly, Ramya moved upwards and sat on his lips. Then, I hear, “Ahh, aww, yes, lick it there, yay.” After some time, she reached his dick in that position. She was sucking his dick, and her pussy was on his lips. Fuck! That was a hot fucking 69 position, and I see her saliva on his dick.

She was sucking the dick without any shame and taking it deep inside her throat. Meanwhile, Ramya dropped a huge cum on his face and even offered a golden shower. I was wet and leaking, and Ramya’s lips were wet with cum. She took the cum and rubbed her boobs with his dick.

Then she slapped him and asked for the condom. The poor guy was blindfolded, searching for a condom. He knew it should be somewhere on the bed but was not able to find it…

Ramya hit his asscheeks with a stick and gave directions for the condom. She hit his chest with a stick and asked him to wear a condom. Later, she performs with women on top like a bossy girl. She was jumping and enjoying being in that position. Her boobs were swinging up and down with bad moans.

She slapped his cheeks and asked him to place his hands over her boobs. He was pressing his boobs hard and thrusting his hip to match her jump. Oh! Fuck! It’s a wild fuck without any emotions. Ramya was on cloud 9 and enjoying it. She didn’t stop and asked him to fuck in doggy style.

She did not remove his blindfold, and the poor guy was troubled to find her pussy in a doggy position. Ramya was arrogant and shouted at him with very bad words. Ramya was teasing him and not staying in one place to allow him to fuck. After some time, she helped him, but Ramya asked him to lick his ass.

Fuck! She was talking very badly and boldly. He started to lick her ass, and Ramya was moaning sweetly, and I could see her happy expression on her face. She was biting her lips and was saying, “Aw, mother fucker, eat my ass, smell it.”

After that, Ramya asked him for a fuck, and he pushed his tool from the back of her pussy. It was not easy because he was blindfolded, but Ramya enjoyed it. Ramya asked him to place his hands on his boobs while fucking doggy style. His hands moved on her boobs and fucking her.

He was inhaling and fucking her hard. I can see tiredness from him, and soon he removed his dick and fell aside on the bed. Ramya was happy, and both were cuddled for some time.

Ramya removed the blindfolded cloth and kissed with Joy. She thanked him for the experience. She was overjoyed and kissed his lips deeply. They both regain their momentum and hug tightly. They did not stop with a hug, and Ramya held his dick.

He quickly moved to grab her boob inside his mouth, and Ramya started to moan and cry. Later Ramya pushed him down and demanded a kiss on her pussy, and the neighbour moved to the 69 position and licked her wet pussy.

Ramya took her dick, and both became wild and fucked in missionary position. They both had a shower together and wore the clothes. They both cleaned the floor and bed sheets. Ramya removed the address from the packing cover and burnt it with a matchbox.

The neighbour put all the packing covers, condoms, a bed sheet and her black dress on the cover. Ramya kept the accessories in her almirah and locked it. Ramya switched off the CCTV and asked him to put out a fire outside the house for cover. She gave kerosene to him.

I was shocked by her criminal idea, but I enjoyed live sex. I was hard on and was eagerly waiting for their next meet. Ramya dressed properly, looked at every corner of the house, and called to her mother. She informed me that she would have lunch at her place and left the place without keeping any evidence.

She switched on the CCTV before she left.

To will be continued in the next part. Share the feedback at [email protected].

When we last left off with James, he was a blushing cheerleader. He had started to suck other guy’s cocks regularly. Within a month, James was performing several blowjobs on a daily basis. He was embarrassed but craved cock in his mouth.

Both Carly and Jane had heard rumours and reports of James and his cock-gobbling escapades. They both found that information extremely amusing. The often laughed together about it.

Jane was planning a big New Year’s party at her place. So she reached out to James and invited him. But it was not a typical invitation. The text thread looks like this:

“James, I am having a New Year’s party and wondered if you would come help. I need you to dress as a sexy French Maid and serve our guests at the party. You in?”

“Jane, why would I come to your party dressed like that?”

“You’ve been a cheerleader over and over, from what I hear. You should be willing to be a French Maid!”

“And what do I get out of this?”

“I will make sure that you have 8 guys to suck off at the party! 8 big cocks for you to slurpy slurp!”

“8 guys?”

“Yeppers!”

“Fine! I will do it! But I hope you know that it will be very embarrassing for me!”

“Perfect!”

Jane contacted Carly and told her that she made arrangements with James to be their personal French Maid for the New Year’s party. Carly laughed out loud.

“We will have to set up some embarrassment for him!” laughed Carly.

“Oh girl, I already have. He agreed to do it if I provide him 8 guys to suck off!” giggled Jane.

“OH! MY! GOD!” screamed Carly in amusement.

At the New Year’s party, James wore a sexy French Maid uniform. He wore thigh-high stockings, 3 inch black heels, a lace hat, and black lace thong panties, leg garters, and a feather duster.

The New Year’s party had only females at it. James was the French Maid for them. The girls would pinch or slap his butt cheeks. Multiple females had pulled James across their laps, lifted his dress to expose his butt cheeks and thong, and then administered spankings.

James whimpered and whined while his butt was spanked with female domination power.

“Yipity-Yikes-a-rama!”
“Wowsie-wowsers!”
“Ouchie-wow-wow!”
“Bippity-Ruffle-Poppers!”
“Caliente bragas!”
“Ooo, ma culotte!”

The girls all laughed at his little sayings. Then Jane brought in the eight guys, as promised. James spent nearly two hours slurping, slobbering, sucking, and savouring cocks in his mouth. It was a blatant display of cock-whore!

After James had swallowed all the cum. He pouted because there were no more cocks to suck. Carly pulled James across her lap and slipped his panties down. She then took an 8-inch dildo and slowly pushed up his butt into it was fully inserted. She then pulled his panties back up.

“Oh, Mommy! That is so deep!” James blushed.

“Oh, James! You are a complete sissy!” giggled Carly.

James stood before the group of powerful females. Carly held a remote into the air and pushed it. The dildo deep inside of James began rumbling and vibrating. James clenched his teeth together and thrust his hips forward as he grabbed his butt. The girls laughed at that.

So Carly turned the vibrator off and on, forcing James to thrust his hips back and forth as he hooted like an owl. He gyrated around the room in humiliation. After a minute, James slammed his butt on the floor and firmly bounced up and down. It appeared he was attempting to turn off the vibrating dildo.

Carly and Jane loved watching French Maid James bounce on his butt until his cheeks throbbed. By that time, he had driven the dildo so deep inside of his ass. James had to hobble into the ER at the hospital to get assistance to remove the dildo from his ass.

He got lots of praise from the female hospital staff for his French Maid uniform and tiny panties. Carly went to the hospital with James so she could explain to the staff that she had inserted the dildo. She explained that James had been sucking cocks and then began bouncing on his butt and driving the dildo deep.

James whimpered, “It is so deep!”

Carly then held up the remote and demonstrated what it did when she turned it on. The hospital staff were bent over laughing so hard. James dropped his butt on the hard floor of the ER exam room and started bouncing on his butt in front of all those hospital people.

His butt cheeks slapped and plopped against the floor.

“Ugh! My butt is so sore! This is so embarrassing!” James blushed and bounced.

Everyone was laughing and had tears in their eyes. James’ butt cheeks made PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! Sounds in the room. James was so embarrassed! As he bounced, he released a series of high-pitched squeaks! Carly was going to stop James from bouncing.

But she left the dildo vibrating because she was doubled over in hysterical laughter at the squeaks. Once Carly caught her breath and compiled some composure, she declared, “Bounce those cheeks and give those squeaks!”

Upon hearing this, the entire staff of 5 hospital staff laughed so hard that they could not stand. Additional hospital staff were coming over to see what was happening. A few staff called their friends in other departments to come to witness this event. Soon, there were 20 hospital staff.

Carly stopped the vibrating, and James stopped bouncing. He just sat on his very sore butt and panted to catch his breath while blushing so red and dying of thoroughly intense mortification. He was beyond embarrassed.

Carly helped James to his feet and lovingly rubbed his sore butt for him. James blushed and pouted. The hospital staff gathered their professionalism and asked James to slip his panties off and bend over the exam table.

“Those are very nice stockings!” commented the female ER doctor.

“And those little panties are adorable!” commented a female nurse.

The staff spread James’ butt cheeks apart and used a gripper tool to slide into his anus and grasp the dildo. As she slowly pulled the dildo out, there was a gasp of shock among the other nurses, interns, and hospital staff watching. They were shocked the dildo was a full 8 inches long.

When the dildo was removed, James whimpered, “Oh-Yikety-Yikers!”

James stood up straight and pulled his panties up. He grunted in embarrassment and glared at Carly with narrowing eyes. Carly snickered and stated, “Next time I shove a dildo up your butt, don’t butt bounce to drive it so deep!”

James slammed his fists on his hips and huffed. The doctor lifted the little dress to examine James’ butt cheeks. She asked, “How are your butt cheeks feeling?”

James pouted, “I won’t be sitting down for a while!”

The ER doctor squeezed his butt cheeks and then announced, “Don’t bounce on these cheeks for a day or so, you will be fine!”

Carly interjected, “Can I spank his butt?”

The doctor giggled and replied, “Better give him a few days before you spank him.”

Carly smiled and stated, “48 hours, sissy boi, then I’m going to pound those panties with my Girl Power paddle!”

James bit his lower lip and whimpered, “Youchie-Wowsers!”

Carly and James left the ER, James rubbing his sore butt. The hospital staff were kind enough to wash the dildo, placed it in a bag and handed it to Carly. Once Carly and James got out into the car, she took the dildo out of the bag and pushed it into James’ mouth.

He sucked the dildo as Carly drove him home. What a colossally embarrassing day for James.

“That vibrating dildo will probably spend a lot of time buried in your ass this year!” Carly smirked.

James slid the dildo out of his mouth with a SLURP! And replied, “Why don’t you just find some guys that will do me up the butt while I am sucking cocks?”

Carly smiled and hummed in curious approval. She liked the idea of her ex-boyfriend being filled with cocks. She felt so powerful and vindicated for his cheating against her. James had learned his lesson and continued to encounter staggering embarrassment. Carly loved that.

It was a warm summer evening when I received a call from an unknown number. A soft, sultry voice spoke on the other end. “Hello, is this Joe? I’m Swetha. I found your number from a mutual friend. I was hoping to hire your services for the night.”

I was taken aback but quickly regained my composure. As a male escort, I had many clients, but this was the first time someone had contacted me directly. “Of course, Swetha. It would be my pleasure. What did you have in mind for tonight?”

We made arrangements to meet at an upscale hotel downtown at 8 pm. I arrived early, eager to meet this mysterious woman who had sought me out. At 8:05, the door to my room knocked. I opened it to find a stunning brunette in a sleek black dress, her curves perfectly accentuated.

She introduced herself as Swetha, and I ushered her inside. “Can I get you a drink?” I asked, gesturing to the mini bar. She smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m here for your company, not the drinks.” She stepped closer and I could smell her intoxicating perfume.

Her eyes locked with mine. “I’ve been a busy professional for years. I don’t have time for relationships, but I still have needs. That’s where you come in.” I pulled her close, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. “I’m happy to help with that.”

She moaned softly as I captured her lips in a searing kiss. My tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over my chest and abs. I broke the kiss and led her to the bed. “Let’s get you out of that dress,” I murmured, reaching for the zipper.

She stood still as I slowly undid it, revealing her incredible body to my hungry eyes. Her bra and panties matched the black of her dress. I traced a finger along the lacy edge of her bra. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Swetha.” She blushed and reached behind to unclasp her bra.

Her breasts spilt out, full and perfect, nipples already hard. I couldn’t resist taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak. She gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair. I lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing with need.

“Joe, please,” she whimpered. “I need you.” I stood and quickly shed my own clothes. She took in the sight of my erection and licked her lips. I pushed her back onto the bed and hooked my fingers in her panties. She lifted her hips as I tugged them off. I settled between her thighs, my cock nudging her slick folds.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I promised as I slowly pushed inside her tight heat. She was incredibly wet and wrapped her legs around my waist as I started to move. I set a steady rhythm, angling my hips to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust.

She was so responsive, her moans growing louder as I picked up speed. “Harder,” she urged, digging her nails into my back. I obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The bed creaked beneath us, and the room filled with the sounds of our passion – skin slapping against skin.

Her cries of ecstasy, my grunts of effort. I could feel her walls starting to flutter around me. “That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “Cum for me.” A few more deep thrusts and she shattered, her body going rigid as her orgasm crashed over her. I followed seconds later, spilling myself inside her with a guttural groan.

We collapsed together, chests heaving as we caught our breath. After a moment, I rolled to the side and gathered her into my arms. “That was incredible,” I said, pressing a kiss to her temple. She smiled and snuggled against my chest.

But we were far from done. What started as a one-time fling soon turned into a regular arrangement. Every week or two, Swetha would book a room, and we would spend hours exploring each other’s bodies. She was insatiable, and I was always up for the challenge.

We tried every position imaginable, inspired by the porn we watched together. Doggy style, me on top, her riding me, 69 position, anal – nothing was off limits. She loved it when I played with her breasts, so I made sure to lavish them with attention every time.

I discovered that sucking on her nipples could make her come without me even touching her pussy. As much as I loved having her come on my cock, I also enjoyed eating her out. She tasted divine, and I could happily spend hours between her thighs, making her writhe and moan.

I learned all the spots that made her quiver and quake. I loved feeling her thighs clamp around my head as she came against my mouth.

Our sessions grew longer and more intense. We would fuck for hours, only stopping to rest and recharge before going at it again. She was an amazing lover – adventurous, responsive, and not afraid to tell me exactly what she wanted. I loved her dirty talk and the way she would beg me to fuck her harder.

But even as I lost myself in her body week after week, I knew I could never have more than this with her. She was clear from the start that this was purely physical and that she wasn’t looking for anything serious. And that was okay with me. I had my reasons for not wanting commitment.

So we continued our arrangement, two adults meeting to satisfy our basest urges. The sex was always mind-blowing, and I looked forward to every encounter. She was the perfect client, and I was more than happy to be her go-to guy.

Months passed in a haze of sweat and passion. I thought we would keep this up indefinitely. But then, one night, she showed up at the hotel and immediately started crying as soon as I opened the door. I ushered her inside and held her as she poured out her story.

Her company was downsizing, and she had been let go after over a decade of service. She was devastated and felt utterly lost. I listened and comforted her as best I could, offering words of support. When she finally calmed down, I suggested we order some room service and watch a movie.

She agreed and we spent a quiet night together, a rare break from our usual activities. As the months turned into a year, I started to notice changes in Swetha. She seemed more subdued during our encounters, almost distracted. The sex was still good, but it lacked the intensity and passion of before.

I didn’t push for answers, figuring she would tell me if she wanted to. Then, one night, she showed up, and we got ready for bed as usual. But as I moved to enter her, she put a hand on my chest to stop me.

“Joe, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve met someone, and I’m in love. I don’t feel right about this anymore.”

I felt a pang in my chest, but I quickly schooled my features into a neutral expression. “I understand,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “I’m happy for you, Swetha. You deserve this.” We talked for a bit longer, and then she left, promising to stay in touch.

And just like that, our arrangement came to an end. I was a little sad to see her go, but I knew this was for the best. We had both gotten what we needed from each other, and now it was time to move on. I would always look back on our time together fondly.

She had been an amazing lover and an even better person. I had no doubt she would make her new partner very happy. As for me, I would continue doing what I did best – being a male escort for women like Swetha who needed a little excitement and satisfaction in their lives.

It wasn’t always easy, but it was rewarding in its way. And who knows, maybe someday I will meet someone special of my own. Until then, I would keep doing what made me happy.

If anyone is looking for the service, please contact me at [email protected]. I am available in Bangalore.

Hello readers, I am welcoming you to another new story. Before going to the main story, let me introduce the characters of this story.

My name is Mohit. I am an average-looking guy of height 5 feet 8 inches. My age is 23 years and I am studying at an MBA college in Hyderabad.

My father’s name is Arun. His age is 46 years. He is almost my height and works in an IT company here.

My brother’s name is Rohit. He is 21 years old. He is studying for a B.Sc. in a college here. He is a little taller than me.

My mother’s name is Shakshi. She is 43 years old. But still, she has maintained her body and still looks like 10 years younger than her actual age. She is a housewife.

Despite being in their mid-40s, my parents are sexually active till now. I have heard their moaning and dirty talk many times from my room at night.

We lived in a 2 BHK flat – one for our parents and one for me and my brother. However, our room had 2 separate beds. My bed was at the side of the wall which was common with the parents’ room.

So, let’s come to the story.

Our mom and dad are very friendly to us. But they have not ever spoken any vulgar language or done any sex talks in front of us.

We both brothers, though did all these things together. Even we watched porn also together on my laptop. Even though I was not a fan of family sex, all things changed suddenly. One night, I heard the moaning of my mom from the other room. That was extremely appealing, so I couldn’t stop myself.

Rohit was in a deep sleep. I opened my laptop and watched a mom-son porn (I was using earphones). I masturbated twice watching that. Then I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and then slept coming to my bed. This continued for a few days.

But one day, Rohit caught me watching mom-son porn. Initially, I hesitated but then I described that night’s incident to him. Then, his words shocked me. He said that one day he saw mom’s cleavage accidentally and from then onwards, he also has masturbated multiple times thinking of that.

After a few days, mom and dad went for a night party. So, they were not going to come back that day. We went to their room. We took a set of mom’s underwear. We played porn on our laptop and masturbated. I used mom’s panty and Rohit used her bra.

We kept that bra and panty hidden in our room so that no one could find them. But one day, we found that that bra and panty were missing. But neither mom nor dad didn’t say anything about this. So, we became a little bit confused.

A few days later, the day was our father’s birthday. After dinner, we all were sitting in the drawing room. Then dad started talking.

Dad: So, you have fucked using your mom’s underwear?

Mom: Yes and they even tried to hide it from us. Accidentally, I have found it.

Suddenly, the environment was heating up. We both were very much afraid.

Me: We are very very sorry, mom. But we were just experiencing that. We have seen many blue films, but haven’t tried anything different before.

Mom: What ‘just’ you are saying?! Am I your girlfriend to make experience??

She was very angry. Rohit was silent as he was very scared. But I saw that dad was not that angry. I also went silent.

Dad: Cool Shakshi, cool. We have decided to discuss this topic. So, please don’t shout at them wildly. We live in a building. It’s not our house.

Dad: Moreover, they are adults now. So, these things might happen. But yes, they should not do with your underwear.

Mom (controlling her voice): Yes, I am also trying to say the same. Having sex and doing these things is common at their age. But not using my things.

Me: Sorry, mom. But we don’t have girlfriends. And we were not supposed to do this also. But..

Dad: But what?

Me: But, a few days back, one night, your moaning was very appealing and we couldn’t resist.

That was the first time I was talking freely on this topic with my parents. Hearing this from me, mom seemed a little uncomfortable. Observing this,

Dad: Shakshi, better you go to the room. I will come after sorting this out.

Mom silently went to her room.

Dad: Look, seeing the age gap, you can understand we got married at a very early age. But nowadays, the scenario has changed. So, to have regular sex with your wife, you have to wait a few more years.

Dad: But now I can manage something for you.

Me (asked excitedly): What management, dad?

Dad: Will you agree to fuck your mom?

“WHAT??” I and Rohit asked simultaneously.

Dad: Yes, due to increasing age, I get tired very early during sex. But, your fit mom has a lot more energy and capability. But we are not that modern yet to call a callboy and have sex. So, if you guys agree, I will manage your mother.

This was a golden opportunity for us. Without any delay, we agreed. Then dad went to his room and came back with mom.

Mom: So, is the matter solved? What is the outcome?

Dad: Yes. We three are going to fuck you tonight.

Mom: What are you saying?! Have you gone mad?!! You want to fuck me with our sons. Seriously?!!

Dad: Yes, darling.

Before my mother could say anything further, dad inserted his lips in between mom’s lips and started a liplock kiss. He also held mom tightly. His left hand was on the back of mom and his right hand was on mom’s left hip. Mom was wearing a gown that night which was just above her ankle.

Initially, mom tried to free herself, but then she started enjoying the kiss. She might have forgotten about our presence.

After a few minutes, I did a dare. I slowly went near mom and started kissing around her neck. After a few kisses, mom realized and she freed herself from dad’s grip and stood up.

Mom: No, I don’t think this is right. What will society say if I have sex with my sons?

Dad: Who will know about this? This will be all within our family. I know that I can’t satisfy you in bed due to my age. And I can’t call any outsider also for this. So, I decided on this. It will be fun. Please agree, darling.

Mom (after thinking sometime): Okay, but please be soft on me. You know, three men, one woman.

Rohit: Don’t worry, mom. We will do as you want.

Mom: Okay, but let’s go to our bedroom. Because if anyone comes here, then…

Me: Okay mom, you and dad go to your room. We are coming.

Then mom and dad went to their room and we came to our room. I and Rohit then got nude completely. Then we went to the other room.

Dad and mom were completely nude. Mom was sucking his dick. His dick is about 6 inches. After seeing us, mom was shocked because my dick was 7 inches and Rohit’s dick was 6.8 inches long. So, both our dicks were larger than dad’s.

Then we went near mom and she started sucking all of our dicks like a porn star. Every time she was sucking one dick, she was holding the other two dicks in her two hands. This went on for around 15 minutes.

Then mom laid down on the floor and dad inserted his dick inside mom’s pussy. We two laid down on two sides of mom and started sucking her two boobs.

After a few minutes, dad took out his dick and I pushed my dick inside mom’s pussy. But it took a few attempts as my dick was an inch longer than dad’s.

Mom was not able to moan freely as Rohit was continuously mouth-fucking her. Then Rohit took out his dick and sat on the floor. Mom started riding his dick. Dad started to get a blowjob. Suddenly, I pushed my dick into mom’s ass.

Mom: Nooo…Take out your dick, Mohit. Your dad has never fucked me in the ass and I am not prepared for it.

Me: Please give me a chance, mom. You will enjoy it a lot.

Mom: But it will be painful. I will have a problem doing work tomorrow.

Me: Don’t worry, mom. We will do all of your work tomorrow.

Mom: Okay, do as you want.

Then we, the brothers started fucking mom simultaneously and dad was receiving a blowjob. It was the perfect gangbang moment as we had seen in porn.

In 10 minutes, dad ejaculated. Then Rohit started fucking mom in the doggy style. The motion of her boobs was eye pleasing. Meanwhile, I inserted my dick in mom’s mouth. She was sucking my dick like an experienced woman. I was controlling myself but here I couldn’t resist and said, “Come on, you bitch. Suck like a slut.” Mom was shocked.

Then dad joined me and said, “Yes bitch, do it.” Then in excitement, I ejaculated in mom’s mouth. And almost at the same time, Rohit also ejaculated in mom’s ass.

Now Rohit’s cum was dripping from mom’s overloaded ass. She swallowed my and dad’s full cum.

I, Rohit, and dad lay down on the bed. Mom went to the bathroom to clean up herself. She was a little bit struggling to walk as today was her first ass-fucking.

Then she also came and laid down in the bed. We all slept nude in the same bed that night.

From then onwards, we do it every Saturday. And every Sunday, mom takes a rest. I, Rohit, and dad do all the work of the house.

Let me know, how was my story. Mail me to share your responses and suggestions. You can also share your stories so that I can read your fantasies and real stories. If you give permission, I can also share your stories here (full confidentiality will be maintained and names will also be changed).

Ab aage:-

Main Pallavi ki chut apni jeebh se chaatne laga, aur uska meetha-namkeen paani mere muh mein aane laga. Kuch hi der mein Pallavi ek jhatke se dher saari chut ki malayi mere muh mein daal di.

Ab main nangi Pallavi ke upar aa kar uske lips ko choosne laga, aur ek ungli aahista se andar daal ke ungli se chut chodne laga. Palavi ek angdayi lete hue fir jhad gayi, aur main side ho gaya. Iske sath hi wo neend se uth gayi aur apne ko nangi blanket mein paaya.

Wo samajh hi nahi payi ki wo nangi kaise ho gayi thi, aur naa hi usne ghar par kisi ko ye bataya. Wo uth kar apni chut jo geeli ho gayi thi, usko kapde se saaf ki, aur kapde pehan kar baahar aa gayi.

Main raat ke intezaar mein tha, ki Simpi aur Pallavi ko chodunga apne bade lund se, aur chut faad kar dono ko aurat banunga. Mera lund baith hi nahi raha tha. Ek to wo meri cousins thi, aur ek kacchi kaliyan.

Poora din bitaane ke baad raat ko main Pallavi ke room mein chala gaya, aur wo sone ki tayaari kar rahi thi. Usne apni bra aur panty khol kar sirf ek inner daal li, aur sone lagi.

Jab usko ache se neend aa gayi, main fir uske boobs choosne laga, aur chut mein ungli daal kar chut mein ungli karne laga. Kuch hi der mein maine 2 ungliyan daal di.

Pallavi uth gayi aur hairan ho gayi. Wo kuch bolti, isse pehle maine uske muh par hath rakha, aur Pallavi se kaha-

Main: Apni chudai ka maza lo.

Main ab bhi chut mein ungli kar raha tha, sath hi uske hath pakad kar boobs chooste raha. Wo chup-chaap apni chut mein ungli karwa rahi thi. Shayad usko maza aa raha tha.

Fir maine uske dono pairon ko faila kar apne kandhe mein rakha, aur pair ke beech aa kar apne lund ko chut mein set kiya. Mujhe pata tha ki bahut takleef hogi ek baar Pallavi ko.

Par chut kuch hi der mein adjust kar leti hai ye soch kar hi maine ek dhakka laga diya.

Lund chut mein jaa chuka tha. Lund andar jaate hi Pallavi ki aankhon se aansu aane lage, aur chut mein se khoon bhi aane laga. Uski kuwari chut lund se fatt gayi thi aur wo ladki se aurat ban gayi thi. Main bina ruke Pallavi ke chut chodta raha, aur ek-ek lund ke jhatke se chut ke andar lund jata raha.

Ab lund Pallavi ki chut poori le chuka tha, aur Pallavi bhi aadhi marri hui ho chuki thi chut ke fatne se. Par main usko ab maza dena chaahta tha, aur maine apni chudai ki speed tez kar di.

Pallavi 10-12 tez jhatkon ke baad chut utha-utha ke lund ko dene lagi. Main samajh gaya wo ab garam ho chuki thi, aur koi virodh nahi karegi. Maine uske muh se hath hata diya.

Wo ab bolne lagi: Aah maza aa gaya, aur chodo, aur karo aah issss ufffff mm.

Main bhi ab usko lips kiss de kar chudai karne laga, aur usko bed ki side pe litaya. Fir main neeche zameen par khada ho kar usko chodne laga.

Uske pairon ko main chaatne laga. Wo apne boobs mein mere hath rakh kar boli-

Pallavi: Dabao inhe, bade kar do mummy jaise aah, aur bahut maza aa raha hai.

Ye bolte hue wo jhadne lagi. Main bhi uski chut mein hi jhad gaya, aur uske bagal mein let gaya. Wo mere upar aayi aur mera lund muh mein le kar choosne lagi. Usne mere lund mein lage paani ko chaat ke saaf kiya.

Maine Pallavi ko bola: Ab tum ek ladki se aurat ban gayi ho, aur tumhara pehla pati mera lund hai.

Wo apni chut khujlate hue boli: Apne lund ki lugayi (wife) ko bhi le jana sath. Bahut khujli hoti hai isme.

Maine usko apne upar kheencha aur lund pe bitha kar chodne laga. Wo bhi lund par uchalne lagi aur bolne lagi-

Pallavi: Aap kon ho?

Maine kaha: Main jo bhi hu, tumhara pehla pati hu.

Hum dono ki chudai raat 12 baje tak chali, aur main fir Simpi ke room mein chala gaya. Wo mobile mein indiansexstories padh rahi thi, aur apni chut khol kar ungli daal rahi thi.

Main Simpi ke paas gaya aur uski chut se jo paani tapak raha tha wo chatne laga. Main Simpi ki hawas dekh raha tha, aur wo tez-tez ungli chala rahi thi. Shayad wo jhadne wali thi, aur iske sath hi uski chut ne paani nikaal diya.

Wo nidhaal ho kar bed par gir gayi. Uske body mein paseena hi paseena tha. Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha Simpi ko dekh kar, aur apne hi mama ki beti ko chodne ke liye. Fir main uske sone ka intezaar karne laga. Raat 1 baje gaye the. Wo so chuki thi, aur usne apni panty aur uske upar ek inner daal li thi.

Main fir wo inner ko upar karke Simpi ke boobs choosne laga. Uske nipple ko main muh mein lekar chaatne laga. Fir uske hatho ko failaya aur underarms ko chaatne laga. Usme se paseene ke gandh mere lund ko kathor banane lagi.

Dono hath ke underarms chaatne ke baad maine apna lund uske muh mein de diya, aur lund muh ke andar-baahar karne laga. Uske muh ko main aahista-aahista chodne laga.

Par mujhe kaha maza aane wala tha. Mujhe to chudai se hi shanti milegi. Kuch der muh mein lund daalne ke baad maine chut se panty kheench ke baahar fenki.

Uski chut chipki hui thi, aur maine apna muh laga diya chut mein. Fir apni jeebh se chut mein lage paani ko saaf kiya, aur chaatne laga. Uski chut se ek bahut zyada nasheeli badbu aa rahi thi.

Mere chaatne se chut mein fir paani aane laga, aur mera lund fatne ko hone laga. Lund ko chut chahiye thi. Maine Simpi ke pairon ko failaya aur lund chut mein set karke dhakka laga diya.

Simpi bhi apni behan ke jaise uthi aur hadbada kar bolne lagi: Kon hai?

Wo apni chut mein kuch mehsoos ki aur hath lagayi, to meri body mein hath laga, aur usko ye to samajh aa gaya ke koi aadmi tha waha.

To be continued…