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Hi readers. Thank you so much for the amazing response to the previous part. All the events described in this series are true except for the names. This is the continuation of the previous part. If you haven’t read it yet, I strongly advise you to read it before proceeding.

Let me start by re-introducing myself and the other character of this story:

Sky (Myself): I’m a 28-year-old working professional in Delhi/NCR. I stand 5 ft 9 inches tall with average body type, fair skin and a tool of 6 inches long and 2.5 inches thick. I also am a temporary companion for ladies/girls/couples out there in Delhi/NCR. I satisfy both emotional and physical needs. BDSM/ MFM/ FMF/ romantic dinner dates/ dance partner and so on.

Ankita: A 24-year-old girl who is post-graduated and now hunting for a job. She’s probably 5 ft tall with a figure of 34C-32-32.

Continuing the story.

We were kissing each other passionately. Her right hand was on the back of my head, holding me by my hair and pushing my face close to hers. Her left hand was moving around my back. I slowly brought both my hands close to her voluptuous breasts and opened my eyes before touching them.

“May I?” I asked. She was in no mood to talk, I guess. She just held both of my hands and placed them over her breasts and again took my lips into hers. She was literally eating me out. I cupped her breasts and pressed them slowly. I wanted to endeavour every moment.

Our tongues were wrestling with each other. I was caressing her breasts. Ankita moved her hands towards my trousers and started moving her hands around my dick. It was too erotic feeling. The way she was feeling it over the trousers, I was feeling like I was about to cum.

But I didn’t want to cum too soon. So I started imagining pictures of the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I was still kissing her and pressing her breasts. I then kissed her neck. She reciprocated by moving her neck in such a way that I wasn’t able to kiss it.

I then held her neck sideways with my right hand. I moved my left hand inside her top and then started kissing her neck. She started moaning. I then asked her to lift her arms and remove her woollen top. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and bra underneath.

Soon, her top was on the floor. I was licking her cleavage with the tip of my tongue and occasionally placing slow, sensual kisses on her cleavage while my hands were still massaging her breasts over her bra. In the meantime, she had already unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers.

She was feeling my dick in her palms. I moved my hands behind her back. I tried to unhook her bra, but it was too tight. I tried one or two times and then asked her to help me out. She was still not in the mood to talk even a bit. She just flipped me over and came on top of me.

Then she moved her hands backwards, unhooked her bra, and threw it on the floor alongside her top. There they were, big and firm breasts with bigger than normal dark brown areolas. She undid her jeans, which took some time as it was skin fit and also undid my trousers.

Now, I was lying on my back in my underwear and shirt. She was on top of me, just in her panties. She leaned forward and started kissing me while her pussy was feeling my dick over our underwear. I moved my hands towards her naked breasts.

I mauled them while still eating out her lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue. I then made myself sit and started kissing her breasts. I was deliberately not even touching her nipples with my mouth but just pinching them. I kissed all over her breasts except for her nipples.

Her breasts started to turn red. Next, what she did was unexpected yet exciting. She kept both of her hands on my chest, placed her lips on mine and started unbuttoning my shirt while smooching me. Since the buttons were not easily removed, she used all her strength and tore off my shirt.

It was an expensive shirt, I must mention. But the way she did, it made me forget about the money at that point in time. I helped her get rid of the rags of the shirt. She then elevated herself a little higher, held the back of my head by her right hand and put her breast in my mouth.

It was just like a mother feeding her baby. Her left hand was moving around my back, scratching it. I was sucking the life out of her breasts, and she loved it. She started moaning at the top of her voice. I was afraid that the neighbours might listen to us, so I had to pause.

I switched on the TV and played songs in loud volume. Then I resumed sucking her breasts. My hands were under her ass, lifting her so that I could feast on her breasts. Then she took my right hand and placed it on her left hand. Both of her hands were at the back of my head, digging into her breasts.

I was sucking her whole breast while my right hand was kneading her left breast, mauling it, pinching her nipples. I switched my hand and mouth to give equal attention to both of her breasts. Her moans were echoing the entire room. Then, I flipped her under me and started kissing her cleavage.

Then I came down kissing to her navel. She was pinching her nipples, moaning loudly. Then I went further down and started licking her toes. By the look on her face, I could tell she didn’t see it coming, but she liked it a lot. After licking and sucking her feet for a while, I kissed her calves and thighs.

Then I slowly kissed and licked her inner thighs. She was moaning and trembling like a fish without water. She was moving her head sideways, arching her back and leaving arousing moans. I then moved to her love hole, over her panties and sniffed it. She went mad.

Then I looked at her and asked her permission whether to move ahead or not. She said, “You might not like what you see, but go ahead if you want to!” I was curious now. I removed her panties in one go and found that they had a pad stuck to them.

It was then I realized why she didn’t want to go all out and that she was on her period. I couldn’t obviously lick her down there after seeing it. But something took over me. I just took a wet wipe, wiped her pussy and then closed my eyes and went down on her. I started kissing and licking her pussy.

To be honest, she didn’t taste great. But Satan had taken over my mind, and I was vigorously eating her pussy. I was moving my tongue in all the possible directions inside her. My hands were kneading her breasts. She was panting and moaning and arching her back in ecstasy.

She put both her hands on the back of my head again and dug my mouth deep inside her pussy. I paused and gasped some breath. But she again forcefully dug my head inside her, suffocating me deep into her love hole. After a while, she squirted all over my face and bed.

Her cum was mixed with a dash of blood. I couldn’t swallow it, so I just spat it out. Then I came over to her and started kissing her. My left hand was in plank position, balancing me over her while my right hand was holding the shaft of my dick. I was tapping my dick over her pussy.

I kiss her with our tongues inside each other mouths. It was like I was knocking at her pussy door with my dick. She was begging me to fuck her. I was about to enter her pussy, and she stopped me and asked if I had any condoms. To my luck, I came in handy.

I took out a condom from the pack and rolled it down my dick. I flipped her on her fours and adjusted my dick over her pussy entrance. Well, it was difficult to reach her pussy due to her relatively busty ass. Her pussy was well lubricated and was dripping cum, thanks to the foreplay to make things easier.

I then spanked her ass hard and placed my tip over her entrance. Then I held her hair, pulled it a little until she screamed and entered my entire length inside her in one go. She screamed in pain. She was not as tight as Tej but still, she was not that loose as well.

Her pussy walls were clasping my dick, and I slowly started thrusting her from behind. She was moaning and screaming my name in ecstasy. After 2-3 minutes of thrusting her, I felt like cumming already. So, I took out my dick and flipped her over.

I brought her to the edge of the bed and placed a cushion under her ass. I then put her right leg on my shoulder and entered her pussy. She could feel my dick deep inside her pussy, and I was fucking her hard. In another 3 minutes or so, the cum was building inside my dick.

I was about to empty my balls. I did so, but I felt she was not done yet. So, I kept my dick inside her and started moving it slowly. I was thrusting my dick inside her and moving it in a circular motion to make sure each part inside her pussy felt my dick moving. And the trick worked.

I could feel her pussy clenching over my dick, and she was trembling like hell. Ankita was moaning my name. “Aah! Sky, you are so good! This is by far the best sex of my life. Yes! Keep doing it. Ah, I am about to cum.” And she panted and released her juices.

I then removed the condom and wrapped it inside the tissue. I lay down beside her and cuddled her tight. We were chatting and complimenting each other about what just happened and we fell asleep. After we woke up, we had another round and had a steamy shower together.

We made out in the shower as well and then helped each other get dressed. Then, she made me breakfast. We had our breakfast together, I then booked a cab for her and then we kissed goodbye.

After that, we started having video sex every night and also used to have sex on the weekends. This went on until March 2024. Then, I realized that it was time to bid her goodbye forever. She fell madly in love with me, and I wasn’t ready for commitments at all.

That was all for this time, folks. Thanks for taking your time and reading it to the very end. I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any queries or feedback, email [email protected].

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Our outing was a fun event. All four of us had a blast. We were fucking like rabbits, and the ladies were kept naked for most of the time during the trip.

We continued our fuck-fest for the next 2 months, where Ryan and I fucked our sluts in all possible positions. We expanded our slut’s holes to their maximum limits, and this opened new horizons for us.

Sarah had become a piss-slut as she would frequently want to drink our pee. Ryan was having fun looking at Sarah, turning into a horny slut.

Finally, Kiara and I got married. It was a simple ceremony with a limited number of close friends and family. The wedding was over by midnight, and everyone left for their homes.

I had booked a villa for Kiara and me for the night, and we also invited Ryan and Sarah to have some fun on our wedding night.

To our surprise, Sarah was accompanied by her sister, Trudy and her brother, James. I was not sure why she invited her family as it was supposed to be our night of fun.

Kiara and I were sitting on the couch in our wedding attire, with our drinks in our hands while we waited for Sarah and Ryan. As I saw James and Trudy, I got a bit furious. But it was quickly taken over by shock by what Sarah did next.

Sarah immediately got rid of all her clothes and knelt near my legs, trying to pull down my trousers.

“Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked in total shock

“Don’t worry, Alex, I’ve brought them here to give them an experience of our debauchery. They are aware of our little secret and want to be part of our world. Do you mind if they join?” she asked. She successfully managed to slide down my pants and unleash my semi-hard cock

I was already half drunk by then and thought, WHAT THE HELL! The more, the merrier. I looked at Kiara and even she started undressing without saying a word.

It took us 10 minutes to get out of our wedding attire. The party had started by now. Only Trudy was the one who was fully dressed. Even James was naked with his handsome dick swaying with full life.  I looked at Trudy, and I knew she was as submissive as her sister.

“What are you looking at, Slut? Get naked if you want to stay here or else get out of my room,” I said loudly.

My voice took Trudy by surprise. She stared at me, still nervous, and then she looked at her brother, James, who was already naked.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said and immediately started undressing.

I walked towards her, examining her fair body. She looked similar to Sarah and had kind of similar body features too. As I walked around her while she was undressing, I decided to ask her a few more questions.

“So, what is your story? Why do you want to be a part of this debauchery?” I asked

“I’ve always had this sexual urge within me. I would release it from time to time by sleeping with my lovers. But for some reason, I was never completely satisfied,” Trudy said nervously.

“One fine day, I was scrolling through the web and came across a sex story that was written from a female’s perspective about her submission to a dominant Master and the things she did for him. I was impressed by this story and totally horny.”

“I thought about myself while reading this story and had a realisation of how submissive I was. So I decided to explore this fantasy a bit more,” she said as she successfully removed her dress. She was standing in just her Bra and Panty as we all listened to her anxiously.

“I started to masturbate picturing myself in the character’s place, and it gave me a different high. James and I were home alone as our parents were visiting a relative for a week. James had gone to his college, and I knew he would only return by evening.”

“I decided to get naked and got down on my knees in a submissive position. I had a ball gag that I bought from a sex shop, along with a butt plug that had a furry tail attached to it. I tied the ball gag around my mouth and stuffed the butt plug in my ass. I took my position in the leaving room corner. I sat there like a bitch as I got all wet between my legs.” She continued

We all were getting hornier listening to her story. Kiara was already naked by now, and I had yet to get rid of my clothes. Ryan, too, was naked, and Sarah was rubbing his cock with one hand and James’s cock with another. I was rock-hard by now.

I broke open Trudy’s bra, revealing her perfect globes with pink areolae and rock-hard pink-coloured nipples.  She gasped as I did this and looked at me with puppy eyes. I could sense her pussy getting wet and wanted to feel it before she got rid of her panties.

“I don’t know why, but all of a sudden, I could hear the door lock rattle. I was scared and stood up hurriedly, but before I could run back to my room, the door opened, and James entered the living room.” she narrated.

“He looked at me, all naked with a ball gag and a tail that went up in my asshole.”

“Sister, what the hell are you doing?” he yelled as he turned back.

“I’m sorry, Brother, I didn’t know you would be back so soon,” I replied as I pulled down my ball-gag. For some reason, I didn’t feel shame standing naked in front of my brother.

“Why are you naked?” he asked.

“I was just trying out something,” I replied with confidence this time.

“And what is that thing?” he said as he turned around, finally looking at me from top to bottom.

“Then I explained everything to James about my fantasies and could see his dick coming to life in his shorts. He was staring at my body, and I knew he was a dominant kind of person. I decided to take it one step further and knelt,” Trudy told us.

“Do you want to dominate your slutty sister for being a naughty girl?” I asked him in a seductive tone, looking at him with my puppy eyes

“I don’t know what got into James. He grabbed my face with his hand and slapped my cheek hard.”

“Slut, you want to be a slave? Let me show you how a slave is treated,” he said and pulled down his shorts.

“That was the start of my journey into submission. Then one fine day, James was fucking the shit out of my pussy during our family trip. Sarah walked in on us and got to know our story. Instead of getting angry, she told us about you and your debauchery. She asked us if they wanted to be part of this lifestyle. I instantly knew I wanted to experience this and said yes. So that’s about me, Master,” Trudy said as she looked at me.

I knew she was about to go down on her knees. So I quickly held her hands and dragged them behind her back. I turned her and roughly had her so that she got immobile. I slid my hand down over her panty, and to my surprise, I found it more wet than I imagined.

Her panties were soaking with her juices, and she was drooling between her legs.

“Like what you feel?” she asked me.

I turned her around and landed a hard slap on her cheeks.

“You are just like your sister, do you know that?” I said as I slapped Trudy one more time.

“Yes, Master, Sarah told me about how you and Ryan treat her like a whore, and I want to be part of that now,” Trudy said

Kiara was now down on her knees, and she crawled towards me. I petted her face like she was my bitch.

Trudy was impressed by my dick and started drooling immediately.

“Tonight, my dick will fuck my wife’s holes first, and then I’ll take care of you sluts,” I said and pushed Trudy down on her knees.

I immediately got naked and started mouth-fucking my wife. She sucked my dick with passion, rubbing my balls and sucking them too. My crotch was shining with her saliva.

I turned her around in a doggy-style position and started fucking her pussy roughly for 20 minutes until she came all over it. Trudy looked at us while Sarah was busy sucking on James and Ryan’s dick.

Finally, I cum all over my wife’s face, and Kiara loved it.

“Lick your Master’s seed from his wife’s face and show me how submissive you are,” I commanded Trudy.

She hurriedly crawled towards Kiara and licked her entire face clean. Kiara started making out with Trudy like her lover, and they both were now engaged in hardcore lesbian action.

Trudy lay flat on the ground as Kiara slowly moved down her body, licking every part and getting between her legs. She licked Trudy’s pussy from over her panties and sucked all her delicious nectar.

Finally, she pulled down her panties, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. It was a sight to see. Kiara inserted her index finger inside her cunt and started licking her pink clit.

Trudy was already hornier than anyone else in the room and squirted a long stream all over my wife’s face. I took my leg and stuffed my toe in her mouth as my wife continued to tongue-fuck her cunt.

Trudy sucked on my toe like she was sucking a dick as she neared another orgasm. The second one lasted for more than 30 seconds as her body trembled and her legs weakened. Finally, we decided to let go of her and carry on with our fuck-fest

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Hello all, thank you for the overwhelming response to the first part. This part is the spicy part. Shubhra visited us for Diwali and the real affair started here. I hope you like this part too. Enjoy reading.

Chapter 2: Diwali Dhamaka at my place

After that incident of flirting, we got really close. We were sending naughty reels to each other. One day, she sent a picture of iced tea from Starbucks. She was with her friends having iced tea.

Shubhra: I am having ice tea with my friends (pic).

Jass: Drink the tea fast. Because of your hotness, the ice will melt quickly, and the tea will dilute.

Shubhra: Hahaha. Tea is not good and ice is not melting only.

Jass: Off ho, looking at you even ice is feeling shy to melt.

Shubhra: Hahaha, you are so flirty. Anything I say you convert it to something else. Keeping these lines will be helpful to pick up some girls when you travel abroad.

Jass: These lines are to be used only once on the sexiest girl with the most sexy mind. Golden words can’t be repeated to all girls.

Shubhra: Ohhhhh haha, okay. Who is that girl?

Jass: I already used it once, checked a few chats above.

Shubhra: Oh my god, you are really… Haha. I am not that sexy.

Jass: That is to be decided by me. Send me a picture of you, and let me decide if I was correct or not.

Then she sent me a picture of hers from the previous Diwali. She was looking fucking hot. Her cleavage was little exposed, and her stomach was fully exposed in the Lehenga she wore.

Shubhra: Here you go.. This is a pic from last Diwali.

Jass: God is great, God is great, god is great.

Shubhra: Ahh, what’s that?

Jass: Taareef karu kya usko jisne tumhe banaya… (Praising the god who created you).

Shubhra: Hahaha… I guess I am just photogenic.

Jass: Okay then, come home this Diwali. Let me see you in person and decide.

Shubhra: Hahaha… well not a bad idea, I am bored here. It would be good to spend Diwali with you guys. Let me think.

Jass: Don’t think too much just come over, we will have fun Diwali. I got holidays too.

Shubhra: Okay, will come.

This was the first time she was celebrating Diwali with us. The minute I saw her face at our door, I was so happy. Just her casual hug as she entered the house made me go crazy.

Guys, I was holding my horse. I could feel her and her captive smell. She got fresh and changed to a black camisole and blue short pants. That was when I really got the full view of her thighs. My eyes were just following wherever she moved.

Her boobs and thighs were a bit exposed. My eyes were just following her all day. She caught me many times, but she didn’t say anything. She was just smiling every time she caught me.

In the afternoon, we went to a nearby mall to shop for some clothes. Since it was a busy traffic time, my wife suggested we go by bike. We all are not so heavy, so my cruiser could fit all three of us. As I started the bike, Shubhra sat first, then my wife. I could feel her soft boobs pressed against my back and her pussy was brushing my ass cheeks.

At the clothing store, she was trying out all new designs and my wife was reviewing it standing just outside the trial room. With a slightly opened door and mirror inside, I could see her in a black bra. That was an immediate turn-on for me.

After clothes shopping, we went to the supermarket, I was pushing the cart and she was helping me. As my wife went away searching for something, she asked me if I liked her dress. I said I hadn’t seen it yet. She immediately said, “I know you watched through the mirror”. I was caught and had nothing else to say. Luckily, my wife came nearby so our conversation broke down there.

After a long shopping trip, I was really tired. I Sat on the couch, closing my eyes. My mind was just thinking of her. All were getting freshened up one by one. My wife had occupied one bathroom and Shubhra the other. As Shubhra finished soon, I went into the same bathroom.

I saw Shubhra’s clothes hanging there. She had changed all her clothes. Out of curiosity, I just checked her bra size; it was 34C. Along with it, I just checked for her panties, too. Surprisingly it had a long wet spot. Just to confirm I did smell it and touched it. Yes, it was her juice. I was immediately rock hard, and in no time, I was tasting it.

At night, my wife was watching TV serials, and we both were sitting at two ends of the same couch facing each other and lost in our mobile. As it was midnight, we switched off the lights, and only the TV was running. As she stretched her legs it touched my legs. We started to push each other’s leg first, and slowly, it got converted into foreplay.

I pinged her on WhatsApp, “ I can see your mobile through window glass reflection”. She immediately closed the porn site which she was watching and replied to me with a wink. By now, my legs had reached her inner thighs, and I could feel that softness. I was hell-hard and dripping wet.

We wanted to watch a movie, so we stayed back, and my wife went to sleep. As it was cold, Shubhra got a blanket. As the blanket was big, she extended it for me and sat next to me. It was a romantic movie. Things were getting hot; she was very close to me, and our arms were touching each other.

I was playing with her hands casually, and at a point, I could not control. Then I pinched her waist. She was surprised and her eyes became wide, and I could see a smile on her face. I got more confidence and moved my hand towards her again. She pulled my hand, lifted her camisole, and placed my hand on her belly. It was so good to touch her. She had a very tiny belly and a round belly button.

My thumb was slightly touching the bottom part of her boobs. She was watching a movie and enjoying it. As I slowly touched her boob with my thumb, she turned towards me, and our eyes met. Looking at her eyes deep, my hands moved a little up cupping her left boob on her bra.

She sat on my lap, her boobs pressed to my chest. Lifted the bed sheet and covered both of us. Only our heads were out of the bed sheet. My hands were holding her ass, and my eyes were deep inside her eyes. Suddenly she held my face and pressed her puffy lips against mine. We were kissing like crazy for 5 minutes continuously.

As we broke the kiss, I lifted her dress and took it off. She pulled off my shirt; I pulled off her short pants and panties, too. She was only in her bra inside the bedsheet; I hugged her tight, and my face was pressed against her chest and neck. It took no time to pull off her bra and feel the softness of heaven.

I was feeling her boobs on my face and smelling her. She slowly raised herself and positioned such a way that her nipples were exactly touching my lips. As I moved my face horizontally her nipple was brushing against my lips. She could not hold it anymore; she whispered, “Please suck me,” and immediately pushed my head to her nipples.

In no time I was sucking her like a mad and pressing the other. Her hands were in my hair holding my head to her boob. Her moan, “hmm hmmm aah aah,” was driving me crazy, and her hips started humping me. I could feel her pussy rubbing against my waist. She was so wet, I could feel her wetness on my belly and waist.

I was so hard that I pulled down my shorts and let my hardness free. As I did so, she could feel my clean shaved cock on her pussy. She lifted herself a little up and touched and squeezed my balls. I know she was not in a position to hold it anymore. She pulled and sandwiched my 6-inch hard cock between her pussy lips and my stomach.

I could feel her pussy juice flowing down on my cock. She started gliding her pussy up and down on my cock. Pussy juice was flowing down to my balls. My mouth and hands didn’t give rest to her boobs and ass. She whispered the magical words, “ fuck me, please.” and pushed my cock inside her oozing pussy. I was deep inside her.

After almost 10 min of constant and hard humping, she tightened her thighs around my waist and blasted herself with a shiver. Her juice was flowing down and wetting my balls and flowing down more. It was a tiring orgasm for her; she hugged me tight and rested for some time. She could still feel my throbbing.

Then She slipped down from the sofa and went on her knees. Then she started licking and sucking my balls holding the hard cock. As this was her first time, I was feeling the pain and pleasure in my balls. Her tongue moving up and down on the cock made me even more throbbing hard.

Slowly, she pulled and exposed my dick head and put her tongue tip to work on it. Took it deep inside her mouth and started sucking it hard. I was moving my hips holding her head. As it was her first time she gagged sometimes, but she was amazing at learning the art fast.

After 10 minutes of a constant blowjob, I was ready to shoot it. With one big moan, I had cummed inside her mouth. She swallowed it completely and licked me dry. I was tired too. When she stood up, I touched her pussy and wiped it dry.

We clothed up immediately and sat on the sofa touching each other. We both laughed about what we did and agreed to keep our secret.

The next morning, when we came to the hall, we exchanged a naughty smile…. I will write the next part if you all like it. So, send me your feedback at [email protected]. Based on the responses, I will decide if I should pen down more.

Ye kahani hai Chinki bhabhi ke pati Ravi aur Sanjana ki.

Pichli kahani “Chinki bhabhi returns” mein aap logon ne padha ki kaise Chinki bhabhi apni friend Sanjana Sharma ki apne hi pati ke sath shaadi karwa deti hai, aur dono Ravi ke sath rehne lagti hai. Par Chinki ka doosre mard se affair ke kaaran wo Ravi se door hoti chali gayi, aur Sanjana Ravi ke paas aati chali gayi. Ab aate hai kahani par-

Sanjana Sharma aur Ravi dono ka prem aur mehnat hi thi, ki Ravi jo job kar raha tha, wo aaj ek badi company ka malik tha. Ravi Sanjana ko apni Lakshmi maan raha tha, aur wo company ki meeting mein ye tak kehna nahi bhoolta tha, ki aaj wo jo kuch bhi tha, wo sirf aur sirf Sanjana ke kaaran hi tha.

Ravi apni company ke 50 percent share Sanjana ke naam hi kar rakha tha. Aur wo jo bhi karta Sanjana se pooch kar hi karta. Ab bhi Chinki Ravi ki patni zaroor thi. Par wo bhi naa ke barabar hi thi. Naa to Sanjana jaisi izzat thi, aur na hi use koi kuch poochta.

Sanjana jab bhi company ki meeting mein aati, ya koi company ke function par aati, to wahan ke log bas Sanjana ki khoobsurti ko dekhte hi reh jaate. Wo log raat ko ghar jaa kar Sanjana ke liye zaroor lund hilate.

Sanjana ab aur bhi sundar ho gayi thi, aur wo to thi hi bilkul gori koi pari ke jaisi. 2 bachho ki maa hone ke baad bhi Sanjana ki khoobsurti aur nikharti jaa rahi thi.

Aise hi ek baar Ravi ke sath Sanjana company ki meeting ke liye aayi hui thi. Ek foreign company ke sath contact sign hua, jisse Ravi ko bahut faida hone wala tha. Ye contract milte hi company mein ye afwah failne lagi ki Sanjana ki sundarta ke kaaran hi ye contract mila tha.

Khair us raat party hui jisme Sanjana ne ek black saree with backless deep neck blouse pehna hua tha. Sath mein black choodiyan aur black bindi thi, aur khule baal the. Uske hath mein ek purse aur pairon mein unchi heels wali chappal thi. Wo Ravi ke hatho mein hath daale party enjoy kar rahi thi.

Sab ki nazar sirf Sanjana par hi thi, aur idhar Ravi khud yahi soch raha tha ki kab party khatam ho, aur wo Sanjana ko ghar jaa kar nangi kare. Party khatam hote hi dono apni car se ghar aa jaate hai, aur ghar ke andar aate hi darwaze par hi Ravi Sanjana ko kiss karne lagta hai.

Sanjana: Aapka romance khatam hi nahi hota hai na? Ab main 2 bachho ki maa ban chuki hu, aur itne saal ho gaye hai shaadi ko, fir bhi

Ravi: Sanjana tum aur zyada hot aur sexy ho rahi ho. Aur ye black saree mein to tum gazab ki lag rahi ho. Aur pata hai na party mein bhi sab log tumhe hi dekh rahe the?

Sanjana: Haa sab log dekh to rahe the. Par wo logon ki parwah main nahi karti. Mere liye to ye important hai ki mujhe aap dekh rahe the, aur apna lund khada karke baithe ho.

Ravi fir Sanjana ko lip kiss karne laga, aur uski gardan ko apni jeebh se chaatne laga. Fir aisa karte hue dono bedroom mein aa gaye. Ye sab karte hue unhe Chinki dekh rahi thi, aur wo andar hi andar ab Sanjana se jalne lagi thi, ki aaj Ravi Sanjana ko itna zyada pyar kar raha tha, aur uski taraf to dekhta bhi nahi tha.

Sanjana aur Ravi dono bedroom mein aa gaye. Fir bedroom ko lock karke ek-doosre ko fir kiss karne lage. Kiss karte-karte Sanjana ki saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya. Par ye dono ke honth ek-doosre ke honth se mile rahe.

Ravi Sanjana ko bed par bitha deta hai, aur khud ghutno mein baith kar uske pairon ki chappal ko apne hatho se utaar kar uski chappal ko jeebh se chaatne lagta hai.

Sanjana: Ye kya kar rahe ho aap Ravi? Aap mere pati ho, aur ye chappal ko jeebh se kyun chaat rahe ho?

Ravi: Tumhe nahi pata Sanjana meri jaan, main kitna zyada tumhe chaahta hu. Tumhari ye chappal mein se jo tumhare pair ka gand hai, ye main nahi rok sakta apne aap ko lene ke liye. Mujhe nasha hota hai tumhare pyar ka, aur ye chappal tumhari mujhe tum jitni hi pyari hai.

Sanjana apne mann mein sochi ki use to aaj hi pata chala ki uska pati Ravi ek foot fetish tha, jise pair se bhi sex mein uttejana milti hai. Ravi chappal ko chhodh kar fir Sanjana ke pairon ko apne hathon mein lekar bola-

Ravi: Tumhare pair itne gore aur sundar hai meri jaan. Tumhare pairon ki ungliyan lambi, aur iske nakhun kitne pyare hai.

Ravi ne apni jeebh se pair ko chaatna shuru kiya, aur pair ki ek-ek ungli ko apne muh mein lekar choosne laga.

Sanjana: Aahhh Ravi, mere pair mein gudgudi ho rahi hai. Please mere pair ko chhodh do na, aur ye pair chatwana apne pati se acha nahi lagta.

Ravi fir bhi Sanjana ke pair ko chaatne laga, aur aisa karne se Sanjana ki chut geeli hone lagi. Ravi achanak se Sanjana ko chhodh kar room se baahar chala gaya. Fir wo ek laal rang jaisa kuch le aaya, aur ek plate mein us laal rang ko daal kar Sanjana ke pair ko us plate par rakh diya. Isse wo laal rang Sanjana ke pair mein lag gaya.

Ravi ne wo pair ka nisan ek paper mein le liya, aur bola: Aaj se hamare mandir mein ye pair ke nishan rakh kar pooja ki jayegi. Tumhare pair mere liye pooja karne laayak hai, aur aaj se ye zameen par nahi rakhne hai tumhe.

Ye sab hote Chinki darwaze se dekh rahi thi. Kyunki ab dobara Ravi ne darwaza lock nahi kiya tha. Ye sab dekh kar Chinki se bardasht nahi ho raha tha, ki Sanjana ko Ravi devi bana kar uski pooja kar raha tha.

Sanjana ko ye pyar Ravi ka bahut acha lag raha tha, aur wo ab apne aap ko rani samajhne lagi thi. Ravi to Sanjana ko apni rani maanta hi tha, aur wo fir se Sanjana ke pair ko chaatne laga.

Sanjana ne neeche baithe Ravi ke lund ki aur dekha, jo pant ke andar se hi pant mein ubhaar banaye hue tha. Fir usne apne dono pairon ke beech lund le liya, aur masalne lagi.

Ravi ne apni pant ka hook khola, aur lund ko baahar kiya. Sanjana ab fir se lund ko pairon ke beech lekar pairon se lund ki muth maarne lagi. Ravi ne Sanjana ke dono pairon ko pakad kar apne lund par daba diya, aur zor-zor se hilane laga.

Kuch hi der mein Ravi ke lund ne haar maan li, aur Ravi Sanjana ke pairon par hi jhad gaya.

Sanjana: Ab aapne apne mann ki kar li. Ab meri baari hai.

Sanjana fir uth kar Ravi ko bed par bitha di, aur khud neeche baith kar Ravi ke lund ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Jo malayi lund par lagi hui thi, usko wo chaat kar saaf karne lagi. Ek baar fir lund ko khada karne ki koshish mein, wo lund ki chusayi karne lagi.

Ravi Sanjana se bola: Aaj se tum mere liye sab kuch ho, aur tumse pehle mere liye koi bhi nahi hai. Main na sirf tumhare jism se pyar karta hu, balki main tumhari rooh se bhi pyar karta hu.

Sanjana lund khada karke fir upar ki, aur apni saree ko utaarne ke baad blouse khol kar sirf bra aur panty mein Ravi ke saamne khadi thi.

Ravi: Tumhari panty geeli ho chuki hai jaan. Kya ye panty mujhe utaar kar dogi tum?

Sanjana ne apni panty utar kar Ravi ko de di, aur Ravi ne uski panty ko apne naak mein laga liya, aur uski mehak lene laga.

Ravi: Aahh, kya mehak aa rahi hai. Lagta hai ki koi kuwari ladki ki panty ki mehak hai ye. Aaahhh maza aagaya.

Ravi ne panty ke us hisse ko chaat liya jo hissa chut ke paani se geela hua tha. Sanjana fir Ravi ke upar baith gayi, aur apne boobs ko Ravi ke muh mein daal kar chuswane lagi. Sanjana ki aankhon mein Ravi ke liye ab apaar prem dikh raha tha. Wo soch rahi thi ki ab Ravi ke liye wo kuch bhi karegi.

Ravi dono boobs ko apne hatho se dabane laga, aur dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekh kar pyar ka izhaar kar rahe the.

Ravi ne fir Sanjana ko apne muh par bitha liya, aur uski chut ko choosne laga. Ravi jeebh ko chut se lekar gaand tak ferta, aur fir kabhi gaand to kabhi chut par jeebh gol-gol ghumane lagta.

Sanjana se ab aur bardasht nahi hua to wo lund ko apni chut mein set karke uske upar baith gayi, aur lund par koodne lagi. Ravi Sanjana ke chootad pakad kar usko upar-neeche lund par uchaal raha tha, aur uske hilte boobs ek aur aakarshan paida kar rahe the.

Ravi ne Sanjana ke chootadon ko pakad kar usko uchaal kar seedhe uski gaand mein ek ungli daal di. Fir jaise hi Sanjana neeche hui, wo ungli ek hi baar mein poori gaand ke andar chali gayi.

Sanjana ke muh se ek zordaar cheekh nikli: Uiii maa marr gayi! Ye aap aisa kyun karte ho? Ravi aap meri jaan hi nikaal dete ho.

Ravi: Oh meri jaan, jab tak chudai mein ladki ki cheekh na nikle, tab tak chudai mein maza kahan aata hai. Aur ab aao aur apni gaand mein lo mera lund.

Sanjana apni gaand ko uncha karke lund ko set ki gaand ke chhed par, aur ek hi jhatke se lund par baith gayi. Is baar Ravi ki cheekh nikli aaahhh ki.

Sanjana: Meri gaand to aapne pehle hi faad kar rakhi hui hui hai, aur ab aapki cheekh nikli to kaisa laga mere pati dev?

Sanjana apni gaand uchaal-uchaal kar lund par koodne lagi, aur masti se gaand marwane lagi. Ye sab dekh kar Chinki bhi apni chut masalne lagi, aur fir Chinki apne room mein chali gayi, aur poori raat usko neend hi nahi aayi, ye soch kar, ki ab Ravi Chinki se sambandh bhi nahi bana raha tha. Isse uski pyaasi chut pyaasi hi rehne lagi thi.

Idhar Ravi ne fir se Sanjana ko bed par litaya, aur uske pair ko apne kandhe mein lekar chut chodne laga. Poore kamre mein dono ki chudai ki fach-fach ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur Sanjana ki choodiyan khanak rahi thi.

Sanjana ki chut zyada tik nahi payi aur wo jhad gayi. Uske jhadne ke kuch 5 minute baad hi Ravi bhi Sanjana ki chut ke andar hi jhad gaya. Ravi Sanjana ke boobs ke beech apna sar rakh kar sone laga. Subhe jab uthe, to dono ne plan kiya ki dono Europe tour par jayenge.

Fir Ravi office jaane se pehle ek baar aur Sanjana ki chudai karta hai, aur uski chut choosne ke baad office chala jata hai.

Idhar Chinki ko pata tha ki Sanjana ki khoobsurti ke bahut saare deewane the, aur iska faida utha kar Chinki ghar ke ek naukar ko kapde dhone bolti hai.

Wo naukar jaise hi kapde dhone lagta hai, usko Sanjana ki bra aur panty milti hai, jo wo soonghne laga. Fir apna lund baahar karke panty aur bra ko lund par lapet kar muth maarne laga. Ye sab dekh kar Chinki ka chehra khil utha, ki Sanjana ko uska ek naukar bhi chodna chaahta tha.

Par ye Chinki ka khila hua chehra zyada der tak nahi raha, aur wo jab us naukar ka lund dekhi, to uski chut paani chhodhne lagi. Chinki apne mann mein sochi ki kya mast lund hai iska, aur ye agar chut mein jayega to jannat dikha dega.

Wo ab fir ye sochne lagi ki usne Sanjana ki panty aur bra us naukar ko de kar bhool kar di. Usko to khud ki hi deni thi. Kahin ye naukar ka mast mota lund bhi Sanjana ko na naseeb ho jaye, aur dobara se uski chut sookhi reh jaye.

Chinki ne jhat se apni panty kholi, aur ek-do aur kapde liye. Fir us naukar ko awaaz de kar kapde de diye. Chinki fir se dekhne lagi, ki wo naukar kya kar raha tha. Us naukar ne Chinki ki panty dekhi, to uske chehre par muskan aa gayi, aur wo naukar khud se bola-

Nokar (Ahhh ye to Chinki mam ki panty hai, aur fir usko naak ke paas le kar bola): Aaahhh Chinki ji ye to aisa lag raha hai abhi hi utaar kar di hai aapne, aur isme to aapki chut ka geela-pann bhi hai. Aahhh kya gandh hai panty mein Chinki mam. Aapko to main ragad kar chodunga, ek baar mil jao bas. Dekhna aap mere lund ek baar chudwa kar baar-baar chudwaogi, aur mere se pregnant ho kar bachhe ko bhi janam dogi.

Chinki ye sab sun kar sharma gayi, aur apni chut mein ungli karne lagi. Chinki wahan se jaldi se chali gayi kahin wo pakdi na jaye, aur aakhir hua wahi. Us naukar ne Chinki ko dekh liya, aur Chinki ke hath ko pakad kar wahin rok liya. Fir Chinki ki bathroom mein hi zabardast chudai kar diya.

Sanjana aur Ravi to Europe tour par chale gaye, aur peeche se us naukar ke sath Chinki chudai ka khel khelne lagi. Jaldi hi wo pregnant bhi ho gayi, aur ye baat jab naukar ko pata chali to wo bachha girane nahi diya.

Ravi ko bhi ye baat pata chali, aur fir kaafi hungama hua, to dono Chinki aur Ravi ne divorce lene ka aakhri fainsla liya. Jaldi hi dono ke raaste alag ho gaye aur Chinki ab apne mummy-papa ke ghar chali gayi. Aur idhar Ravi ka business aur bhi tez raftaar se aage badhne laga.

Dekhte hi dekhte Ravi bahut bada aadmi ban gaya. Sanjana se itna zyada prem karta tha, ki Ravi ki Sanjana ki taraf koi nazar bhi utha kar dekh nahi paata tha. Dono apni zindagi mein mehnat aur pyar se safalta ki nayi unchayi choote chale gaye.

The end.

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Hi, this is Rajesh. This story is about one of my readers. She narrated the story to me, and I am writing it in her own words.

Hi, friends. I am Nandini from Chennai. I got married 3 years back and have a cute 18-month-old baby boy. My husband is in the US at work. I have come to my parents’ home as I couldn’t handle the baby alone. My dad passed away a few years back.

My Mom, Veena and my younger brother Rajesh are living in our ancestor’s old house. My Mom is in her late-forties, a housewife. My brother is 20, studying Engineering, and I am 25 years old. I was working, but quit the job to look after my baby. Let me come to the story quickly.

On a Saturday morning, my brother’s friend Ajay came to our house. My brother Rajesh locked his room. I heard the music system in high volume. My baby was sleeping after taking a bath. I was worried he might get up due to the high music volume.

Angrily, I knocked on Rajesh’s room door, but he didn’t open the door. I pushed the door and it opened as it was not locked. I stood like a zombie, seeing inside. Both my brother’s and his friend’s shorts were down. They were holding their cocks and waving at each other.

I had never seen my brother nude, and I was furious. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” I yelled at them. They both pulled their shorts up, covering their dicks. I switched off the music system and ran to my room, not able to see my younger brother naked. I sat on the bed and saw the baby was sleeping peacefully.

I slept beside him and wondered if my brother was gay. What would our Mom think if she came to know that her son was a homosexual? I had to tell her about her son’s sexual behaviour. I was thinking about how to break this news to her and drifted to sleep.

I woke up in the afternoon hearing my baby’s cries. I knew he was hungry. So, I slept sideways on my right side and opened my blouse. I pushed the right flap up and popped my right breast out. Holding the nipples between the fingers, I placed the nipple between the baby’s lips.

He gladly took my nipple and began to suck milk. My breasts were small before marriage, and B cup bra was sufficient. Now, after marriage, my husband Raman always plays with my breasts. He made them softer by pressing and sucking them.

Now, after childbirth, my breasts have swelled up, and C cup bra is not able to hold my breasts. I should change the bra size to a D cup. My husband calls me cow when I feed my baby. He once sucked milk from my breast and said it’s not tasty. He stopped sucking my breasts.

Then I remembered my brother flashing his cock to his friend. I don’t know why it came to my mind. But I thought Rajesh’s cock was much bigger and thicker than my husband’s. My pussy melted thinking of my brother’s huge cock.

I was deprived of sex from three months after my husband left. I used to masturbate occasionally to satisfy myself. But I had not fingered from the past week. My brother holding his cock and waving it made my pussy wet. I felt ashamed of myself.

I get horny when my nipples and clit are licked and sucked. But my husband neither sucked my cunt nor my breasts anymore. But he always wants a blowjob to get his cock hard before fucking. He doesn’t return the favour by sucking my pussy, saying the taste is bad.

“Oh, my baby is having his lunch,” I heard my Mom’s voice, turned and saw her coming inside the room. My Mom sat on the bed. Should I tell her that her son is gay, I thought. How will she take it hearing about her son’s sexual preferences? She is a very conservative lady, a typical South Indian.

My Mom took the baby. I pulled my blouse down and covered my breasts, hooked it up and sat on the bed.

“Amma, I need to tell you something about Rajesh. I don’t know how to tell you,” I said, looking confused.

“What is it? Did you both quarrel again,” She asked.

“No, it’s not about that. I saw Rajesh and his friend Ajay very closely in his room,” I said.

“Yes, I know. Ajay comes to our house almost every weekend and stays here the whole day. I don’t know what they do inside the room the whole day. Did you see them watching blue film on the laptop?” My Mom asked in concern.

“No, I wouldn’t have told you if they were watching porn. It’s their age to know about women. But this is different, Amma,” I said nervously.

“Tell me what he did Nandini,” My Mom said in concern.

“They…they were both nude and holding their…chee. How to say this to you?” I said, showing her my crotch region.

“Say it properly so I can understand,” My Mom shouted at me.

“I think Rajesh likes boys instead of girls,” I finally told her, taking the weight off my chest.

My Mom was stunned to hear her son was gay. She didn’t speak for a few seconds. Finally, she asked, “Are you sure?”

“I think so, but I am not sure. Maybe they were playing as he knows Ajay from childhood,” I said.

“Who will show their……OMG. If our relatives come to know of this what will they think? They will laugh at us. What to do, Nandini? Should we take him to a Doctor,” My Mom asked me.

“Amma, if a boy likes boy, it’s not a disease but sexual preferences. The doctor can’t do anything. But we have to make sure first,” I said, thinking.

“How can we know that he likes boys, not girls? We can’t get him married as he is still young and studying. Andava, what to do now?” My Mom said in despair.

“First, we have to make sure. You shouldn’t shout at me if I say something now. Shall we send him to a prostitute, and she will tell us if Rajesh is gay or not,” I said hesitating.

“On my grave. Are you out of your mind, Nandini,” My Mom said angrily.

“Then tell me what to do. Are you going to ask him if he is gay or not?” I said.

“How can I ask him just like that?” My Mom said.

“Then do one thing. You help him take an oil bath on Sunday. See if he gets aroused in his briefs when you are scrubbing his back. Show your cleavage and a bit of your legs to him. You still look sexy even at this age,” I said, joking.

“Chee…how can I do that? Why don’t you show yours and see if your brother gets aroused,” Mother said, smiling.

“One of us has to do the unthinkable. I will do one thing. Anyway, I feed the baby in the hall. I will expose a bit, and you can see if Rajesh gets aroused seeing baby sucking milk,” I said, offering to be the scapegoat, exposing my breasts to my little brother.

My Mom thought for a while and said, “The idea is not bad. Anyway, Rajesh has seen you breastfeeding the baby many times. The only thing is we have to observe him closely while he sees your breasts.”

“Ok, I will do anything for my brother. We will do it in the evening when we are watching TV,” I said, getting up to have lunch.

I didn’t know that Rajesh was hearing our conversations while standing outside my bedroom door. I came to know of this later. I will explain in the later stage of the story.

Rajesh had his lunch and dinner in his room, avoiding me totally. I thought he was embarrassed after I caught him with his boyfriend. Mother and I had early dinner by 8 pm and we both sat watching serials on TV. “Shall I call Rajesh, Nandu?” My Mom asked me.

I was in a dilemma. I had agreed to breastfeed my son in front of my brother, but I got cold feet now. Exposing my boobs accidentally was fine. But intentionally revealing my breasts that too to my younger brother was making me jittery. I wondered if I was making a mistake doing this.

“Ok, call him,” I said wearily and sat cross-legged on the sofa, taking my feet off the floor. My Mom placed the baby in my lap and went to Rajesh’s room. I wanted to start feeding in front of Rajesh. Was I acting like a pervert desperate to show my tits to my brother? I wondered.

After a few minutes, I saw Rajesh and my Mom coming. He sat on the single-seater sofa. It was to my left, and Mom sat on my right. She was facing Rajesh. Both were diagonally opposite to me. My Mom looked at me and signalled me to start breastfeeding my baby.

Now was the moment of truth. The baby’s head was on my right lap, and Rajesh was sitting on my left side. I shifted my baby to my left lap. Pushing the saree pallu aside, I unhooked the bottom two blouse hooks and lifted the left flap. My left breast popped out, and to my surprise, the nipple was stiff.

I wondered if I was getting aroused by displaying my breasts to my family members. Mother was ok, but brother was not ok. Baby took the nipple in his mouth and began to suck milk. I looked at my Mom. She was watching her son keenly to see his reaction.

I didn’t dare to look at my brother, thinking Mom would take care of it. My baby sucked my left breast for 5 minutes. My tit was still loaded as milk was dripping from the pores. I tried to insert the nipple back into the baby’s mouth, but he didn’t take it.

I looked helplessly at my Mom. She came, sat to my right side and said,” That one should be empty. Feed him the other one, Nandu.”

“Amma, there is still milk left,” I said.

“Maybe milk is not flowing easily. You are tense. Relax and feed him,” My Mom said.

I knew why she was asking me to do this. She wanted to expose both my breasts to her son. I had become a specimen so that my brother could see my breasts. Reluctantly, I pushed the right blouse flap up, exposing both my breasts to my Mom and brother.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Rajesh. He had a strange smile on his lips, but his eyes were on the TV. I wondered if he was really gay, or else any man, irrespective of age, would have been gawking seeing my breasts naked. But I didn’t dare say that to my Mom, who would have had a heart attack.

“Amma, I think he is not hungry. He is sleeping,” I said. My Mom took the baby from my lap and took him to my bedroom. She placed him in the cradle and came back quickly. I was wiping the milk stains from my breasts and was about to pull my blouse back to cover my breasts.

I had been exposing them for too long to my brother and he was aloof. Then I heard my Mom say the unthinkable. “Chinnu, will you suck your sister’s breast and drink milk,” My Mom said, looking at Rajesh.

We both were stunned hearing her. I said, “What? What are you saying, Amma?”

“I know they are full, and you can’t sleep properly if you don’t relieve them. Listen to me, I know better,” My Mom said and sat beside me.

I pulled my blouse down, covered my breasts, and hid the blouse with the pallu. The blouse was getting wet with my milk still leaking. My Mom gave me a stare and said, “Listen, Nandini, it’s not good for health if you keep milk stored like this. You have to express it out.”

“Don’t bother about that. I will manage it somehow,” I said, trying to get up.

“Anyway, you are going to spill the milk out. Why don’t you feed your brother instead? Mother’s milk is good for health, and Rajesh is a growing boy. Your father used to drink my milk when you were a baby,” My Mom pleaded with me, holding my hand.

“That’s why he passed away so early,” I said with sarcasm and bit my tongue for saying that.

“He didn’t die from the disease but by road accident. Are you going to feed Rajesh or not,” Mom asked.

“Ok, Baba. But first, ask your son if he is willing to drink my milk. Raman tasted it once and said it’s tasteless,” I said, surrendering to my Mom’s kinky wish.

“Of course, he will,” Mother said, turned to Rajesh and asked, “Will you Chinnu?”

Chinnu was my brother’s pet name. He looked at us and said, “How can I, Amma? She is my sister.”

“Think her as your second Mom, not as your sister. Come and drink her milk like her baby,” My Mom invited her son to drink my milk.

Rajesh got up, grumbling and stood before us. He was wearing a shirt and loose shorts. I looked at his crotch for any signs of erection but didn’t see any. The shorts were too loose. I felt disheartened as any young man would have got an erection seeing my naked breasts.

“Shall he lie on your lap, Nandu?” My Mom asked.

“No, let him sit down,” I said, fearing that I may get aroused and my pussy may leak while he sucks me. The thin saree and petticoat can’t hide the aroma of my juices. I know I leak a lot when my sensitive nipples are being sucked.

Rajesh kneeled on the floor. His face was at my bosom level, and I saw no emotion on his face. I looked at my Mom, who nodded me to go ahead. Looking at my brother, I dropped the pallu down to my lap, exposing the milk-stained blouse.

With trembling fingers, I removed the blouse’s hook. I exposed my right breast as it was filled to the brim.

To my horror, the nipple was hard like a bullet. Holding the nipple between my fingers, I placed the turgid nipple on his lips. Rajesh’s eyes were down, took the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. My legs started to shiver as Rajesh sucked my breast like a baby.

He was the third person who was sucking me apart, my son and hubby. Rajesh sucked my breast gently at first but started applying more pressure with his lips. Due to his hard sucking, milk began to flow out from my breast easily into his mouth, relieving me.

Once or twice, he tried to gobble most of my breast flesh in his mouth, forcing the milk to ooze out. Now I wonder if my brother is really gay or not. But I still had my doubts. Milk was flowing out easily from my breast to my brother’s mouth. He was applying more pressure on my soft breasts.

Sometimes, he held the rubbery nipple between his teeth and tried to chew it tender nipple. Now he was not sucking my breast like a baby but like a man does during sex. My pussy melted, and I felt my thighs getting wet. I was not wearing panties in Chennai’s summer heat.

I knew that my kid brother was not a boy anymore but a man now. The thing was, was he interested in girls or boys? Rajesh emptied my right breast in 5 minutes and released the nipple from his lips. My son would have taken hours.

“It’s empty, Mom,” said Rajesh, trying to get up.

My Mom pushing him back, said,” Suck milk from the other one, too,” Turning at me, she spoke,” Feed him from the left one, Nandu.”

Giving an angry look to my Mom, I pulled out the left breast and said,” Drink from this now.” I offered my left breast to my baby brother.

Rajesh cupped my breast in his hand and took the nipple in his mouth. I was worried when he held my breast like he owned it and began to suck milk. Now, he was pressing my breast to ooze the milk out. He was slurping my motherly milk like a man does while fucking.

My pussy was constantly dripping as Rajesh milked my breast in abandon. I sat still helplessly, seeing my brother draining my breast and sucking my milk. I tried to pull back the nipple from his lips, but he was holding it firmly between his lips. I saw his hands on his thighs very close to his crotch.

I thought he might be trying to hide his hardness from us. But I was not sure. I looked at my Mom who was busy watching her son feeding on my milk. I thought I made a mistake by telling her that her son may be gay. Now, she was using me as a weapon to find out the truth about her 20-year-old son.

Why me? She could have used her own body as she still had a sexy body. Rajesh emptied my left breast in just 3 minutes. Releasing my breast from his mouth, he got up and said, “Akka, I have emptied both. Are you feeling better now?”

His crotch was at my eye level. I found no tent in his shorts to prove that he was erect. I looked at my breasts and saw them turned red due to his harsh sucking. I pulled my blouse back, covered my breasts, and looked at my Mom. She was staring at her son’s crotch shamelessly.

Seeing me, she asked, “Did you like the milk’s taste, Chinnu?”

“It was ok, Mom,” Rajesh said with a kinky smile on his face.

“You will have to drink again if they get filled up again. It takes only an hour or two to get filled up,” My Mom said to her son.

The bastard was saying it was ok after emptying both my breasts. I covered my blouse with the saree pallu and got up. I said,” I don’t know. I will help myself if necessary. I am feeling sleepy, Amma,” saying I went to my room.

My Mom followed me and closed the bedroom door behind her. Staring at me, she asked, “Did you notice any change in him, Nandu?”

“No, I didn’t see his cock hard as his shorts were hiding it. Shall I go and ask him if he is horny or not?” I said angrily.

“How can you talk to me like that, Nandini? I am worried about his future as he is still a boy. Who is there to help him apart from us,” My Mom said.

“Do you know what will happen to my future if my husband comes to know of this, Amma? Your son is not a boy any more. He is a man. Did you see what he has done to my breasts? It’s still paining. Now let me sleep. We will talk in the morning,” I said and got on the bed to sleep.

My Mom nervously said, “Don’t get angry if I suggest something, Nandu.”

“Now, what do you want me to do? Should I go and pull his shorts down to see if he is a real man or not,” I asked angrily.

“I didn’t ask you to do that. Let’s sleep together tonight. With two women sleeping close to him, he may get hard, and we can get to know easily as we will be close to each other,” My Mom said sheepishly.

“How can you ask me to sleep with my brother? This is getting out of hand. Please leave now,” I said, trying to sleep.

“Before your marriage, you two were sharing the room and sleeping together. What difference it makes now,” My Mom said.

“That was before my marriage. He was a boy then and much younger than me. Now, he is not a boy anymore. Understand that, Amma,” I said angrily.

“Just for this one night. I will closely watch him and see any changes in him,” She said.

“If you are so curious, why don’t you ask him to come to your bedroom and sleep with him? You can watch changes in your son the whole night,” I said, laughing at my suggestion.

“Please, Nandu. I am requesting you,” She said folding her hands and was about to cry.

“Don’t create another drama. Ok, ask him to come and sleep here,” I said, seeing my Mom’s tears.

My Mom ran out and came back in 2 minutes with Rajesh in tow. I was sleeping in the middle of the bed. My Mom got on the bed on my right side, and Rajesh got on my left side. OMG, why did I get into this? I was sandwiched between Mom and son.

My baby’s cradle was on my Mom’s side. I knew she would take care of the baby if he woke up at night. I was physically and emotionally tired, so I slept as my head hit the pillow and went to deep sleep.

The story continues in the next part.

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Mr Patel stood tall and imposing, his weathered face exuding an air of authority as he gazed down at the young Dr Nikki Saxena. At 58 years old, he had seen and experienced more than most. His eyes held a depth of knowledge that both intrigued and intimidated the woman before him.

Nikki, a mere 24 years old, was a vision of youth and beauty. Her dark hair cascaded down her slender frame, reaching just above her perfectly rounded ass. She was a doctor, confident and intelligent. But at this moment, she felt like a nervous schoolgirl. Her heart was racing as she anticipated what was to come.

The setting was Mr Patel’s study. It was a dimly lit room filled with the musty scent of old books and leather. The walls were lined with shelves, each packed with ancient tomes and artefacts, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue.

Nikki’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood before him. She was wearing nothing but a sheer black nightgown that hinted at her voluptuous curves. Mr Patel, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants, exuded an air of elegance and power.

“Dr. Saxena,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the room, “I understand you are an expert in your field, but today, I want to explore a different kind of expertise.” His words sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine. She couldn’t help but wonder what this enigmatic man had in store for her.

“Kneel, my dear,” he instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. Nikki’s knees felt weak as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her eyes never left his intense gaze. “I want to show you the true meaning of pleasure, but first, you must surrender yourself completely to me.”

As she knelt before him, her mind raced with anticipation. Mr Patel’s reputation as a master of the erotic arts preceded him. She had heard whispers of his skills from her colleagues, who had experienced his unique brand of pleasure.

But now, she was about to become the subject of his desires. So, she felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

“You are a beautiful woman, Dr. Saxena,” he continued, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. “But beauty is not just skin deep. It is the surrender of the mind and body that truly unlocks the gates of ecstasy.” With that, he reached out and gently grasped her chin, tilting her face up towards him.

His fingers, calloused from years of experience, traced the line of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, my dear, one that will make you question everything you thought you knew about pleasure.”

Nikki’s breath quickened. She felt his other hand slide down her neck, gently caressing her collarbone. “But first, we must prepare you,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. With a swift motion, he untied the sash of her nightgown.

He let it fall open to reveal her lush breasts, the nipples already hardening in anticipation. Mr Patel’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her exposed flesh. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear.

He whispered, “You will learn to appreciate the art of foreplay, my sweet slave.” Nikki’s body trembled as his hot breath sent goosebumps across her skin. She had never experienced such intense sensations without even being touched intimately.

Mr Patel’s hands moved with purpose, gently cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “Ah, you like that, don’t you, my little pet?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Nikki could only nod, her mouth dry as pleasure coursed through her.

His fingers worked their magic, pinching and rolling her sensitive buds until she was squirming on the floor, desperate for more. “Please, Mr Patel,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “I need more.”

“Patience, my dear,” he replied, his voice firm yet gentle. “We are only beginning.” With that, he released her breasts. He slowly trailed his fingers down her quivering abdomen, pausing just above the lace waistband of her panties.

Nikki’s breath caught in her throat. She felt his fingers hook into the delicate fabric, slowly pulling it down, exposing her glistening pussy. She was already soaked, her arousal evident as her lips parted, revealing her swollen clit.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on her intimate core. “But we won’t be needing this just yet.” With a swift motion, he tore the panties from her body, leaving her exposed.

“Now, my sweet Nikki, I want you to spread your legs wide for me,” he instructed, his voice laced with authority. Nikki obeyed. Her heart pounded as she revealed her most intimate self to this enigmatic man.

Mr Patel lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving her exposed pussy. “Such a delightful sight,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Nikki shivered. She felt his warm breath caress her inner thighs, teasing her without touching her aching core.

His tongue darted out, tracing a path along her thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He licked and kissed his way up her leg, avoiding her throbbing clit, driving her wild with anticipation. “Please, Mr Patel,” she pleaded, her voice breathless. “I need you to touch me.”

“Not yet, my pet,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement. “I want to taste your desire, but not from your sweet pussy. Not yet.” With that, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gently gripping her hips.

Nikki felt his warm breath on her ass cheeks and then his tongue as he began to explore her sensitive backside. He licked and kissed the soft flesh, driving her wild with sensations she had never imagined.

His hands firmly held her in place, guiding her as he explored every inch of her ass, his tongue teasing her sensitive hole.

“Oh, Mr Patel!” she cried out, her body trembling. “I’ve never felt anything like this!”

“Shh, my sweet slave,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “This is just the beginning of your education.” His tongue delved deeper, probing her tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nikki’s hands clenched into fists as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.

Mr Patel’s expertise was undeniable as he worked his magic, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to the brink of orgasm without ever touching her clit or penetrating her. Nikki’s body arched, her back bending as the intense pleasure consumed her.

“Cum for me, my pet,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let go and surrender to the pleasure I offer.”

His words were like a spell. Nikki found herself obeying, her body convulsing as she experienced an orgasm unlike any other. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the study.

As her body trembled in the aftermath of her release, Mr Patel stood and looked down at her with a satisfied smile. “That, my dear Dr. Saxena, is just a taste of what I can offer. If you submit to me, I will unlock pleasures you’ve never dreamed of.”

Nikki, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, knew in that moment that her life had changed forever. She realized how much she had been missing with her previous partners. Mr Patel’s expertise and control were like nothing she had ever experienced.

“I… I surrender, Mr Patel,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from pleasure. “I am yours to command.”

A smile played on his lips as he gazed down at her, and Nikki knew that this was just the beginning of her journey into the depths of erotic submission. She had much to learn, and Mr Patel was more than willing to be her guide.

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“Hi Ma, how are you?” I asked. It was 9 PM, a little later than my mother usually called.

Prijesh, my husband, strolled into the room. His eyes lingered on my form as I leaned against the kitchen counter. I wore a simple red saree that hugged my curves in all the right places. The saree had become his favourite because it was so easy to peel away. “Who’s that?” he mouthed.

I whispered, “It’s just Ma.” Prijesh smirked, a knowing look crossing his face. He knew what was coming next. This was their little secret, a private thrill that had been a part of our relationship for years.

Whenever my mother or sister called, Prijesh couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up on me. To claim my body while I was lost in conversation. I chatted away, updating my mother on the mundane details of my day. Prijesh stepped closer, his breath hot against my ear.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress my waist. He leaned over, placing the phone on speaker, his voice a seductive purr. “Aunty, how’s your day?” he asked, his fingers now tracing the outline of my navel.

Ma responded, her voice filled with the usual warmth and concern. “Prijesh, it’s fine. How are you?” Prijesh’s hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the top of my thigh. “I’m wonderful, Aunty,” he said, his voice thick with a double meaning that only we understood. “How’s the weather there?”

Ma replied with a chuckle. “Oh, it’s the usual, Prijesh. Hot and humid.” Prijesh nodded. He lifted my saree and petticoat, his hand inching closer to my inner thigh. “It must make you want to wear something light and comfortable,” he said.

Ma, oblivious to the tension in the room, said, “Yes, it does. How is your daughter? Is she sleeping already?”

“Daughter is fine. She slept,” I managed to reply, my voice a little shaky. He took the opportunity to ask, “Aunty, do you know Sandhya is wearing your saree?” Ma’s voice crackled over the speaker. “Really? How does it look?”

Prijesh’s hand was now resting just above my mound over the saree. “It looks beautiful, Aunty. The colour suits her so much, just like it does on you.”
Ma’s voice held a note of pleasure. “Thank you, Prijesh. It’s one of my favourites. Tell her I’m happy she’s wearing it.”

Prijesh lifted my saree and petticoat, and his thumb circled lazily, teasing my clit over the fabric of my panties. “Sandhya,” he spoke into the phone, his voice a low murmur, “Ma wants to know if the saree is making you feel as good as it looks.”

Prijesh’s hand slipped beneath my panties. His finger found my clit and began to rub it gently. His movements synced with the rhythm of our conversation.
“Aunty,” he said, his voice a velvety whisper, “Sandhya tells me she’s feeling quite… relaxed in your saree.”

Ma’s laughter filled the room. “It’s a good one for that, isn’t it?” she said. Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, it’s excellent for that,” he agreed, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His finger continued to play with my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning into the phone.

“Ma, Prijesh wants to take a picture of me in your saree and send it to you,” I said, my voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ma’s voice grew excited. “Oh, what a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed. “Send it to me right away!”

Prijesh took a selfie (without removing his hand from my panties. But his hand is not visible in the photo.) He sent to my mother with a message that read, “Ma, Sandhya is looking as beautiful as ever in your saree. How do you think she’s feeling right now?”

Ma’s response was quick, her voice a bit surprised but also filled with excitement. “It looks like she’s feeling quite… cosy. Tell her I’m happy she enjoys it,” she replied, her voice a little higher pitched than usual.

“Ma, Prijesh wants to ask you something,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Of course, what is it?” Ma’s voice was filled with curiosity.

Prijesh leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Ma,” he began, his voice a sweet purr, “Are you wearing a saree now?”

Ma’s response was immediate. “No, I’ve changed into my nightie,” she said.

Prijesh’s eyes glinted with desire as he leaned closer to me. “Ma,” he said, his voice a gentle caress, “can you tell us what colour it is?”

Ma’s voice was light, unsuspecting. “It’s a simple Pink nightie, Prijesh. Why do you ask?”

Prijesh’s grin widened, his eyes dark with lust. “Pink,” he murmured, his fingers working me into a frenzy. “It sounds pretty on you, Aunty.”

Ma giggled, blissfully unaware of the erotic dance happening just beyond the phone line. “Thank you, Prijesh,” she said, pleased by the compliment.
Prijesh removed my saree, and I am standing in a blouse and petticoat. “Ma,” he whispered, “does the pink match your lipstick?”

Ma’s voice grew a tad breathless. “Why, yes, it does, Prijesh. How did you guess?”

Prijesh’s hand moved to undo the petticoat and made me stand in the wet panty and blouse. “It’s just a lucky guess,” he replied, his voice still as smooth as silk. “But I can imagine how pretty you must look in it.” Ma’s voice grew a little more playful. “You’re too kind, Prijesh,” she said.

Prijesh leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, while his hand pressed my boobs over the blouse. “Ma,” he asked, his voice a low rumble, “Do you have buttons in the nighty?”

Ma giggled, sounding flustered. “Why, yes, Prijesh,” she replied, her voice a little quieter now. “But why do you ask?”

Prijesh’s hand slid under my blouse, cupping my breast. “Just curious,” he murmured, his thumb flicking my erect nipple. “Does it make it easy to…”

Ma’s voice grew quieter, a hint of something unspoken in her tone. “Easy to what, Prijesh?” Prijesh’s hand slipped down to the hem of my blouse, his thumb brushing the bare skin of my stomach.

“Ma,” he murmured, “How many buttons, Aunty?” as he opened the hooks of the blouse. Ma’s voice hitched a little. “Prijesh, why are you asking me this?” she replied, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Prijesh’s hand slipped further, removed the blouse, and made me stand in front of him with bra and panty.

“Oh, just making conversation, Aunty,” he said, his tone casual yet filled with a seductive edge. “How many buttons does it take for you to feel… free?”

Ma’s voice grew thoughtful. “Prijesh, it’s a simple three-button nighty.”

Prijesh’s eyes locked onto mine, the fire in them growing brighter. “Three buttons,” he murmured, his fingers moving to the hooks of my bra. “That’s not too many, is it, Sandhya?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. He unhooked the bra, my breasts spilling out into his eager hands. “No, not too many,” I managed to whisper, my voice thick with desire.

Ma’s voice was a gentle hum on the other end of the line. “It’s good to feel free sometimes,” she said, a hint of something else in her tone that made me wonder if she was beginning to suspect our little game. Prijesh’s eyes gleamed as he turned his attention to my panties, his fingers playing with the wet fabric.

“Ma, do you wear matching underwear with your nighty?” he asked, his voice a low murmur while removing my panties. Ma’s voice held a hint of a blush. “Prijesh, why are you asking such things?”

Prijesh chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “Just making sure you’re comfortable, Aunty,” he said as he slipped my panties down my legs. Ma’s voice was a soft sigh. “Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t wear any underwear with it,” she admitted.

Prijesh’s eyes lit up at the revelation, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss my neck as he whispered into the phone, “Oh, that’s very…comfortable.” He directs my hand to his hard cock. Ma’s voice grew softer, a hint of a smile in her tone. “It’s good to be comfortable, isn’t it?” she said.

Prijesh nodded, his hand guiding my hand to stroke his hard cock through his pants. “Very much so,” he said. Ma’s voice grew a little warmer. “What’s going on there, Sandhya?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone. I took a deep breath, my hand now stroking Prijesh’s cock through his pants.

“Prijesh is just admiring how well your saree looks on me,” I replied, my voice a little unsteady. Ma’s voice was gentle. “And how does it look?” she asked.
Prijesh stepped closer, his cock now pressing against my hand.

“It looks incredible,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I think it would look even better on you, Aunty.” Ma’s laughter was soft, a little surprised. “Prijesh, you’re making me blush,” she said, but there was a note of amusement in her voice.

Prijesh’s hand began to unbuckle his belt. Prijesh stepped out of his pants, his cock standing tall and proud. “Aunty, do you remember the time you wore that blue saree to Diwali?” he asked, his hand guiding my hand to stroke him. Ma’s voice was a fond reminisce. “Of course, Prijesh. It was one of my favourites.”

Prijesh’s hand tightened around my wrist, guiding my hand faster over his cock. “It suited you so well, Aunty,” he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “It made your eyes sparkle just like Sandhya’s are doing right now.” Ma’s voice grew a little wistful. “Thank you, Prijesh. It’s been a while since I wore it.”

Prijesh’s hand continued to guide my strokes. “Ma,” he said, his voice a seductive murmur, “do you still have that blue saree?” Ma’s voice grew a bit more cautious. “Why, yes, Prijesh,” she said, “I do. Is there something you’d like to see?”

Prijesh’s grip on my wrist was steady as my hand worked his shaft. “Aunty,” he murmured, “Sandhya tells me it would make her so happy if you wore that blue saree again.” Prijesh’s hand slid away, his cock standing at attention. He stepped closer, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Prijesh stepped closer, his cock now inches from my face. Ma’s voice grew a bit more playful. “Well, Prijesh, maybe I’ll have to wear it the next time you both visit,” she said, the double meaning in her words clear to us but hopefully not to her.

Prijesh’s cock twitched at the thought, and rubbed his cock in my mouth. “Ma, that would be wonderful,” he said, his voice filled with a barely contained desire. Prijesh’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me to take more of him into my mouth and started fucking my mouth.

“Ma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, “I can’t wait to see you in that blue saree.” Ma’s voice held a note of curiosity. “What makes that saree so special, Prijesh?”

Prijesh’s eyes gleamed, his cock still in my mouth. “It’s just…so beautiful,” he managed to say, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. “It makes Sandhya look like a goddess.”

Ma’s voice grew a little softer, a hint of something in her tone that made me wonder if she was beginning to suspect our little game. “Well, Prijesh, I’m sure Sandhya looks beautiful in anything she wears,” she said.

Prijesh nodded as he removed his cock from my mouth and knelt before me. “Aunty, you have no idea,” he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh as he pushed my legs apart.

Ma’s voice grew a bit sharper. “What’s going on, Sandhya?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of Prijesh’s tongue on my clit. “Ma, Prijesh is just telling me how much he loves it when I wear your saris,” I replied, my voice strained.

Ma’s voice remained blissfully unaware. “That’s so sweet of him,” she said. “But tell me, Sandhya, is everything okay over there?” Prijesh’s tongue delved deeper into my wetness, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “Ma,” I said, my voice strained, “everything is fine.”

Ma’s voice held a hint of concern. “Are you sure, beta?” she asked. “You sound a bit…distracted.” Prijesh’s tongue swirled around my clit as I nodded. “I’m just a little tired, Ma,” I said, my voice strained. Ma’s voice was filled with motherly concern. “Maybe you should lay down and take a rest,” she suggested.

Prijesh took that as his cue and laid me on the kitchen floor. He spread my legs wide and buried his face in my pussy. “Ma,” I whispered into the phone. Prijesh’s tongue was anything but restful. It danced over my folds, tasting and teasing every inch of me, “I’ll just put this aside.”

I laid the phone down on the kitchen counter, and the call was still connected.
Prijesh’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he feasted on me, my pussy throbbing with need. He knew I was close, and his tongue flicked at my clit with expert precision.

“Ma,” I gasped, trying to keep the conversation going despite my body’s urgent demands, “Prijesh is just…helping me relax.” Prijesh didn’t let up, his tongue swirling and flicking my clit with an enthusiasm that had me arching my back.
Ma’s voice grew faint, lost in the symphony of sensations.

Prijesh’s mouth worked magic between my legs. His hands found their way under my hips, lifting me slightly to give him better access. Prijesh’s tongue slid deeper, tasting my desire, his movements growing more insistent.

The simple act of him pleasuring me while talking to my mother sent a delicious shiver down my spine. “Ma,” I whispered, my voice strained, “Prijesh is…taking care of me.” Prijesh’s eyes lit up at my words, and he slid a finger inside me, his mouth still working my clit.

Ma’s voice remained calm. “That’s good, beta,” she said, “You both take care of each other.” Prijesh’s mouth left my pussy, and I felt the loss of his warmth immediately. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Ma said it’s okay,” before standing up and guiding me to the couch.

He positioned me so that my ass was on the edge, my legs draped over the armrests. My heart raced as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, his cock nudging against my wetness. With one swift motion, he slammed into me, filling me up completely.

“Ah,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Ma,” I murmured into the phone, “Prijesh is just…helping me feel better.” Prijesh chuckled, his cock driving into me with a steady rhythm that had the room echoing with the slap of our bodies.

“Sandhya,” he said, his voice gruff with passion, “tell Aunty how good it feels.” I nodded, my eyes glazed with desire. “Ma,” I panted, “it’s so…wonderful.”

Prijesh’s hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of me with a sweet, carnally familiar ease. “Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he pushed deeper.

“Ma,” I managed to say, “it feels…so good.” Prijesh’s cock pumped into me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. “Ah,” I moaned softly, his every thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Ma,” I breathed into the phone, my voice a little shaky, “Prijesh is just…loving me right now.” Prijesh’s eyes met mine, a smug grin playing on his lips as he fucked me slowly, his cock gliding in and out with a delicious ease.

“Ma,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady, “Prijesh is…being very gentle with me.” Ma’s voice grew a little concerned. “Sandhya, is everything okay?” I nodded, Prijesh’s cock still deep inside me. “Yes, Ma,” I breathed, “everything is…wonderful.”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew stronger, his hand sliding up to squeeze my breast. “Ma,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a seductive murmur, “you don’t know how much I want you.” Ma’s voice was faint in the background, asking if everything was alright. But I could barely focus on her words.

Prijesh’s cock was a delicious intrusion, stretching me and filling me with a warmth that spread through my body. Prijesh’s strokes grew more deliberate. His hands moved to grip my hips as he pushed into me with a slow, steady rhythm that had me moaning softly into the phone.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…loving me so much.” Prijesh pumped his cock into me, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He whispered into my ear, “Tell her how much you love it.” Prijesh’s cock positioned in and out of me, his strokes growing more intense.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is just…taking care of me.” His hand slammed onto the couch cushion, the fabric muffling the sound as he claimed me fully. “Sandhya,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “tell Aunty how much we’re enjoying her saree.”
Ma’s voice was faint, but the concern was clear. “Sandhya, are you okay?”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew more deliberate, his cock pumping into me with a passion that had me gripping the couch cushions. “Yes, Ma,” I moaned into the phone, my voice a mix of pleasure and strain, “Prijesh is just… showing his love.”

Ma’s voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Prijesh,” she said, “are you being gentle with her?”

“Ma,” he said, his voice thick with lust, “I’m being so gentle, you wouldn’t believe it.” His strokes grew deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me.

“Ah, yes,” I murmured into the phone, my eyes rolling back as Prijesh picked up the pace. “Ma, it’s just…so perfect.” Prijesh’s cock slammed into me, his hips moving with the ease of a man who knew exactly how to please his woman. “Sandhya,” he whispered.

Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he drove into me. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a seductive rumble. “Cum for Aunty to hear.” Prijesh’s cock slammed into me. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through my body.

His hand worked my clit, his fingers a blur of motion as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…loving me so much.”

Prijesh’s strokes grew faster, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand moved to my clit, his thumb pressing down as he fucked me deeper. “Ma,” I murmured, “Prijesh is…making me feel so alive.” My body tensed, my orgasm building.

Prijesh’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched my reaction, his cock pumping into me with a fervour that had me gasping for air. “Ma,” I breathed, my voice a soft whimper, “Prijesh’s love is…exploding inside me.”

Prijesh’s eyes locked on mine, a silent question in their depths. I nodded, giving him the consent he sought, my voice a whisper, “Yes, Prijesh, do it.” Ma’s voice was a distant echoPrijesh’s hand moved to grip my throat gently, his cock slamming into me with an urgency that had me teetering on the edge.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…about to give me a special gift.” With one final, powerful thrust, Prijesh released his load, his hot cum spurting onto my pussy, marking me as his own. “Ah,” I gasped, the warmth of his seed spreading over my sensitive skin.

Ma’s voice grew faint, “Prijesh, what are you doing?”

“Aunty,” Prijesh chuckled, “I’m just giving Sandhya what she needs.” Prijesh’s hand stroked my cheek as he pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs. “Ma,” he said, his voice still thick with lust, “I love making her feel good.”

Ma’s voice was a little faint, but she was still there. “Sandhya, are you okay?” she asked, her concern palpable. I looked up at Prijesh, his cock still hard and glistening with our juices. “Ma,” I said, my voice a little shaky, “Prijesh just…made me feel really good.”

Prijesh grinned, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek. “Ma,” he murmured, “we’re both feeling pretty amazing right now.” Ma’s voice grew a bit quieter. “I’m happy for you both,” she said, a hint of curiosity in her tone. “What exactly did Prijesh do?”

Prijesh leaned in close, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his climax. “Ma,” I murmured, my voice still thick with pleasure, “he just…showed me how much he appreciates your saree.”

Ma’s voice remained calm, but there was a hint of something in her tone that made us both wonder if she had pieced together our sultry little charade. “Is that so?” she said.

Prijesh’s hand slid over my pussy, smearing his cum across my swollen folds. “Oh, yes,” he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction, “Sandhya looks absolutely radiant in your saree.”

With a mischievous smile, he took the end of my mother’s saree and gently wiped the cum from my pussy, the fabric soft and warm against my sensitive skin. “Ma,” I whispered, my voice still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, “Prijesh is just… admiring your saree up close.”

Prijesh chuckled, his cock still standing proud and slick with our juices. “Sandhya,” he murmured, “make sure to get every drop.” His eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as I used the fabric to clean him up, too.

Ma’s voice grew softer. “What are you both doing?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. With the saree in my hand, I wiped the last droplets of cum from my pussy, feeling a thrill at the thought of my mother’s fabric against my skin. “Ma,” I whispered, “just…appreciating your saree.”

Prijesh’s hand stilled, his cock still semi-hard against my thigh. Ma’s voice held a note of concern. “Is everything all right over there?” she asked. I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. “Yes, Ma,” I assured her, my voice still breathless. “We’re just…exploring the beauty in your saree.”

“Ma,” he said, his voice a little husky, “it’s been so good talking to you.”

Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “Sandhya looks so beautiful in your saree. I can’t resist exploring her.” His hand slid up my inner thigh, his fingers trying to reach my ass.

Ma’s voice was a gentle reminder. “Prijesh, don’t forget to put the phone down.”
With a wink, Prijesh nodded. “Ma, we’re going to hang up now,” he said, his voice a low murmur of satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his cock brushing against my pussy. “Thank you for the saree,” he whispered into the phone.

Ma’s voice was a mix of confusion and amusement. “Alright, Prijesh,” she said, “tell me if you need anything.” Prijesh leaned in closer, his cock pressing against my pussy, his hand reaching for the phone. “Ma,” he whispered, “we’re going to take a little break now.”

He kissed me softly, his breath hot against my ear. Ma’s voice was faint. “Okay, Prijesh,” she said, her words filled with a hint of curiosity. “Call me back when you’re done.” Prijesh nodded, his hand hovering over the phone. “We will, Ma,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

With a wink, he pressed the button, ending the call. Our eyes met, filled with the shared thrill of our naughty secret. We both knew that Ma was still in the dark, and that added a delicious edge to our passion.

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Hi everyone, this is my first story on ISS. This is a true incident that happened a few days back. This is about how my neighbor got seduced by her mom’s office boy. My name is Raja. I was a sales professional. I am 30 and unmarried; hence, like other men, I, too, have some habits which you all know very well.

Coming to the plot. Her name was Sharmili. She was staying in his mom’s home in the lane next to my home. My home was on the main road, and if I came out of my home via the back door and turned right, there was her home. Her home didn’t have the 1st floor when I was in school. Later I went to the hostel. Then I joined a job in Coimbatore and Chennai.

Once I came back home occasionally for any function or festival. I found out that they had a house built on the first floor. I inquired about my mom and she said that Sharmi’s father had built it for Sharmi since her husband had left her alone. Yes, she was a single mother with two kids. Guess the children were in their primary schools. She was a lecturer at a nearby women’s college.

She used to get her college bus just opposite our home. I always used to have a look at her in the morning. I have had a crush on her since I was in my schooling. Yes, She was my school senior, and she might be around 38 now. She was a very beautiful lady and a perfect one.

I always felt happy to see her. But after hearing about her marriage life, I really felt bad about her. Yes, she was neither a widow nor a divorcee. Her husband had just left her when her kids were 2 or 3. From then she was staying in his mom’s home and raising them alone. Everyone’s life has some tragedy and Sharmi wasn’t an exception.

The moment I heard her story, I always tried to see her. To be frank, I always thought about her sexual life. She was such a fair, cute doll with a beautiful face, big melons inside the blouse, curvy hips, and a cute, clean navel. I wondered if she was untouched for these years. Or she was in some relationship in her college?

Her college bus used to drop her in front of my home and sometimes I had a view of her legs, hip, and sometimes her navel while she was getting down from the bus. That’s all the max I could get from her.

I used to fantasize about myself as her husband and make intimacy in her home. Since I have already pictured you at our home location, I could have a decent look at her home from my home’s rooftop. Her parents lived on the ground floor and she lived in first. The main door had a glass design on its right.

The kitchen window was on the left and the bedroom window was on the right. Her father was a retired army personnel, now working in a college I think, maybe in an admin position, I am not sure. But he always starts to work at 7 a.m. and returns at 8 or 8.30 p.m. She had a sister. She was married and settled somewhere.

Her mom was a Headmaster at a govt. School and she had an office boy for all office work. His name is Murugesan. Occasionally I used to see him outside Sharmi’s home. He would be around 30 in age, just married.

Coming to the physique, he was a big black guy with a pot belly at least 5 inches from his chest, wearing a dark blue pant and a light blue shirt. I had seen him dropping Sharmi’s mom sometimes, getting water cans to them sometimes, and buying veggies. Sharmi and he had a good rapport. I had seen them laughing at times when they had chit-chat outside her home.

He even dropped her at her college sometimes and also helped her by dropping her children at school if they missed the school bus. I really don’t know that they both were waiting for their chances to open up and they really got an occasion, and that was On the day of Ganesh Chathurthi 2024.

Her whole family and her sister’s family were busy getting ready to go somewhere. A few pillows for kids and 2 vessels of prepared foods were getting transported to their car. On having a glimpse of those scenes, I could sense that they might be getting ready for a long trip. I could see both her mom and sister, but anywhere I couldn’t see Sharmi’s presence.

Then suddenly my mom called me for some household work. I completed them and came upstairs for a fag, and to my surprise, I could see Sharmi waving a hand at their family, who was departing for a trip. “Oh my god, she is not a member of that trip, and she will be alone at home for the next few days,” I thought.

I don’t know what may be the reason behind it, but I started dreaming wildly about her. But anyways, I could just fap and couldn’t do anything else. I cursed myself.

In the afternoon. I saw her in her scooty going to the main road, not sure about the purpose. She was wearing a maroon color churidar with matching pants, and I could see her ass flesh popping out of that cut chudi. I just took a deep breath and got back to work.

The day passed, and by evening, around 8 p.m. I heard a bike sound turning in the lane, fading to some distance, and going into the air. When I came out to check who it was, it was the guy Murugesan. Normally, he wouldn’t come to their home unless Sharmi’s parents were present, but today, that was not the case.

I started to watch the scene and he went upstairs and the door was locked. I couldn’t imagine the scene of what was happening there inside and my instinct said today was the day for Murugesan. But he came down in 5 to 10 minutes and his bike passed past my home and disappeared.

Me and my mom had dinner. My mom was very tired since she was cleaning the entire home today due to the festival. Then she went to bed, switched on the AC, and locked the bedroom door. I continued to watch TV and I could hear a bike sound in the distance. But it stopped immediately and there was no sound then.

Neither the bike passed to the right, nor the left of my home. I opened the door and I saw Murugesan walking with his bike at a distance. I immediately hid myself in my veranda where some plants would cover me and it was dark too. He parked his bike in the corner, in a dark place, and started walking towards Sharmi’s home.

I could sense that something was gonna happen tonight. I continued to watch him opening and closing the main gate of her home so slowly that nobody could hear the sound and started to walk upstairs.

Then I came out of my home and hid myself in the corner for further view. He removed his footwear and took his mobile from his pocket. Then he dialed Sharmi I think. The door opened immediately. Within no time he entered her home and locked the door. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah, finally, that guy cracked Sharmi’s resistance and got inside her home on a night when nobody from her family was there.

Yes, it was gonna happen. Nothing else or what else gonna happen there. A special pooja for God, definitely not. I confirmed myself. I was deeply thinking of how to check out what was happening. Then I immediately ran to her home. They had a small path to the right of their house which was used for reaching the outside bathroom. We people use it for bathing when we attend any rituals.

I used the path and reached their bathroom. Since it was just a reserved one, it was not properly maintained, and its height was also not quite high that any average man could jump on it, and I was not an exception. Then I jumped on the bathroom ceiling, then to the sunshade, and finally to the rooftop.

I slowly crawled up the stairs and came near to the backdoor. It was locked too. Then I tried to open the nearby window, and it was not locked, to my surprise. There I saw an exceptional scene.

Yes, it was Sharmi and Murugesan sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Some Hindi songs were playing. I could see that Murugesan was wearing a lungi and banian. This scumbag was in pants and shirt while coming and now he was in lungi. He said something, and Sharmi started to smile. He, too, smiled in a naughty way.

Then he slowly placed his hand around her shoulders and she made him comfortable by adjusting herself between his hands. I started to feel my boner. Then he slowly placed another hand on her left thigh to which she smiled and dropped her face down shyly. I thought, “This guy is gonna ram her today.”

He then hugged her, almost wrapped her in his arms and their eyes met immediately. What sort of feeling that Sharmi had undergone? I couldn’t explain, but she was the first one to kiss him instantly. The kiss was very soft and smooth. She started kissing him more passionately, sucked his upper lip, and then his lower lip, and sometimes his tongue.

Meanwhile, her right hand was rubbing his back, and her left hand was rubbing his head. Murugesan started hugging her tightly and massaging her love handles and back. Slowly his hand came forward and cupped her boobs. She had the big melons, and he started pressing and squeezing them really hard, making Sharmi moan and gasp.

Sharmi then took his banian off and followed by him who took her chudi top and threw it away. “Mmm, I should be in his place enjoying her. But anyways at least someone is enjoying her unrevealing beauty”, I consoled myself by rubbing my dick inside my shorts.

Murugesan started to massage her boob with his left hand whereas his right hand was rubbing her stomach and navel. She had a very cute navel. It was very beautiful to view. Then he made her stand up and started kissing her again. This time a little harder while pressing her ass cheeks. I understood that he made her stand only to feel her ass.

She enjoyed it much and gave out a very soft moan now and then to make him proceed further. He took her right hand and placed it on his tent. She was a bit shy initially then she started to feel the full length. In no time, he untied her petticoat, and she was in two pieces now.

This guy stopped kissing, stepped back a foot, and stood there for a minute. This guy was enjoying her two-piece view. He was having a look at her from head to toe. His eyes were running like a rat which was trying to escape from a cat. She blushed and stood there for him to get a better view of her assets. Then he smiled and said something to which she blushed again.

Then he came in front, knelt, and started kissing her all over her body, especially her navel, where I would say that he just tongue fucked her in the navel. She stood like a drunken monk with him biting her lips and enjoying her kiss and the warmth of his tongue all over her. Then he came down and started to kiss her legs and thighs closely to her inner linings.

He also started to sniff her undergarment. “He is such a devote of her”, I thought. She smiled shyly and placed her hands on his shoulder. Then he bent his head up and sent a flying kiss to her to which she again blushed.

“What was this guy’s love language? He was making her blush and shy every moment. Even I couldn’t do that. Then he slowly placed his right hand on her panty and left hand on her right ass cheek and massaged it. His right hand’s finger was just rubbing her clit over her panty and she was enjoying it. Her legs were shaking, and her head was just roaming around its entire perimeter.

Then he saw her and gave a look, to which I didn’t understand the reason, but she did. Then she immediately unhooked her bra and became topless. She was sexy as hell. I am not so professional with the size. But it was very plump and big. Either of her boobs definitely needed 2 hands to cup.

She had a look at him, and likewise, he understood the meaning. Then he stood up and kissed her again hard. This time, Sharmi herself placed her hand on his tent, and he guided her to untie his lungi. She did the same and now he was only in his undergarment.

It seemed to be very tight by the look. He understood her tension and immediately took her to her bedroom. OMG! What should I do now to check his next move? I was clueless. I was thinking and thinking. My mind ordered me, and I didn’t have an option other than to go inside my home. But it was practically not possible.

Then I immediately ran to the front door, tried to open that bedroom window, and it opened without sticking. I felt a bit relaxed. Then I started to roam my eyes around the bedroom for a picture, and there it was. Sharmi was standing keeping her back supporting the wall. Both hands were locked by Murugesan’s left hand, and they were kissing very hard. It was very wild.

Meanwhile, his right hand was rubbing her clit above her panty. He then slowly said something in her ear and went down. To my surprise, Sharmi was like a slave, keeping her hands in a tied position above her head. Then he slowly started caressing one boob while sucking the other. It continued for some minutes. Her boob looked like it was completely wet cause of his saliva. He was doing it exceptionally well which was a visible result from Sharmi’s expression and sound.

He then further went down and parted her legs. Then he placed his hands on her panty and slowly pulled it down. What a view it was. Her pussy had mild-grown hairs. She might have been shaven some days back, and it was already wet. Murugesan looked at her again for a while and she parted her leg to some inches.

Then he slowly came near her pussy, took his tongue out, and touched her pussy. She just let out a little louder moan now. He now started licking her pussy above up and down, very slowly, but in a passionate way. Nobody would do such a passionate licking I would say. This action will definitely insist that Sharmi inform him about her parent’s next trip.

He then slowly increased his pace and dug his tongue deep into Sharmi’s wet pussy. She was enjoying it to the core, letting out louder moans and pushing him harder against her pussy. She was letting out her love juice and he was in no mood to leave a drop down. He was eating her pussy like a hungry wild dog. He gave some sounds like “Slurp slurp slurp”, and continued to eat her pussy.

Sharmi caught his hair, lifted him, and started kissing him wildly. Murugesan took her right hand and placed it on his tent. Then she rubbed his dick for a second, and immediately slid her hand inside his undergarment. He then slid his undergarment down, and finally, his manhood was released. It’s an average size black dick, 5.5 × 1.5 in inches. It stood rock hard and its tip was glowing due to precum.

Sharmi made no mistake in handling it. She rubbed it up and down slowly but firmly while kissing him, and Murugesan had his eyes half closed and just enjoying her handjob. Meanwhile, his hand was rubbing Sharmi’s pussy.

Finally, Murugesan pushed Sharmi to the center of the bed and jumped on her, kissed her, licked her armpits, bit her nipple sometimes, and ate them. He made no mistake and rubbed her pussy all this time. He was making her wet continuously without any gap. Either his tongue or his fingers were playing with her pussy for the past 1 hour. He then laid on the bed and guided her to sit on his lips, to which she blushed and did the same like a puppet.

Then he started to eat her pussy again, and she sat on his face and rubbed her pussy hard on his mouth, making him no room to breathe. He did for 5 minutes and then he made her lay in bed with a pillow and took his tool near her mouth.

Oh crap! It was the worst dick, I would say, full of hair, and I could feel its stinky smell. But Sharmi took it in her mouth and blew him nicely. He started fucking her in the mouth, and she was taking it deep inside her without any hesitation. Murugesan made his move faster and in no time. Then he burst out loudly. Sharmi’s mouth filled with his thick white fluid. She tried to gulp some and spit out some.

Murugesan fell in bed with exhaustion and hugged her tightly, kissing her lips. Sharmi responded with great energy. It was Sharmi’s turn now, and she went to the 69 position, gave her pussy for him to eat, and she started licking his half-erect dick passionately. It took only a few minutes for his dick to rise and she started sucking it very-very hard now, like a hungry slut. Murugesan, on the other end, ate her pussy well, making it shine like a star.

Now Murugesan pushed Sharmi onto the bed and started making a missionary position. His left hand grabbed her hands and held them above her head, and his right hand tried to guide his dick inside her. Then, in no time, his tip went in, and Sharmi let out a loud gasp. To which he kissed her and pushed it harder again and it was done. Yes, his dick disappeared in her pussy. Sharmi started feeling the pleasurable pain and she started to move his hip up and down.

Murugesan made his move now. He started pushing his dick in and out passionately and slowly gained his pace. He left her hands and started caressing her boobs, sucking them, rubbing her outer pussy skin roughly, fucked her in a lovable way. Then he changed his position. He kept a pillow under her ass and put her legs on his shoulder and started pounding.

She let louder moans for every push. Both of their bodies had sweat droplets. Sharmi’s body was glowing and her boobs were shaking like anything. Murugesan then made her in a doggy position and started fucking her again.

Sharmi was a pure slut as her body bent like a bow in front of her. He was massaging her ass and fucking her very rough. I could see that Sharmi started eating the bedsheet to get the pain ease. He was such a motherfucker. He made Sharmi a whore in front of him. In between, he took his dick out and sucked her pussy for a few minutes and again started her fucking session.

Then Murugesan laid on the bed and guided Sharmi to ride on. She just tied his hair with a knot and sat on his dick with passion showing her bouncing boobs to him. She started to ride his dick slowly and increased her speed in time. Sometimes she stood there and he started fucking her in the same pose. The room was filled with that “thap thap thap” sound.

Then he took her to the corner of the bed. He stood there and started fucking her roughly. His pace was increasing gradually. He fucked in and out and in no time, they reached their climax. Sharmi cried out loud and let her juice out. Meanwhile, Murugesan took his dick out, made a loud noise, and burst his warm white liquid on Sharmi’s face. It ended up flowing over her chin, around her nose, and some dropped on her boobs too.

They both got exhausted and lay in bed for some time. He kissed her in a way she loved, and she kissed him back. Then he went to the kitchen and bought her juice. She kissed him and they both had it. The time would be around 3 a.m. I was watching these scenes and took an oath to myself that I will find any sort of way to seduce her and make her glory my bed and my dick one day. My inner was wet then.

They were just making romance for a while, and his dick was back to form in some time, and what else to say. Sharmi made a blush on seeing it and Murugesan jumped on her. I started to reverse my gear, went to my home, went upstairs, and just watched her home.

I had some 3 to 4 cigarettes, and I found Murugesan came out of her home by 4.30 a.m., and now he was not scared of anyone, it seemed. He made loud steps and opened the main door like a bull and walked like a king to his bike. Then he started his bike and disappeared in no time.

Thanks for your time in reading my first real-life story. I would share my other encounters with my ex-girlfriend, my colleague, my office receptionist, and my customer sooner here. Bye.

Ye koi kahani nahi hai. Ye meri zindagi ka ek haseen kissa hai. Baat un dino ki hai jab main apni CA ki coaching kar raha tha. Apni graduation complete karke Delhi Laxmi Nagar shift ho gaya tha, aur wahan ki hi ek coaching join ki thi.

Wahan jab main admission ke liye gaya tha, to ek 25 saal ki hot bhabhi (Trisha) reception par baithi thi. Wo thi to shaadi shuda, lekin unka figure kamaal ka tha. 36-28-32 size, milky white rang, with glasses. Wo itni cute thi, aur unka figure itna sexy tha, ki main unse baat karne ki kosish karne laga. Class ke baad unke paas reception par kuch na kuch bahana karke chala jata tha.

Wo bhi kaafi talkative thi, to apne baat shuru ho gayi. Maine unko bataya ki mujhe Delhi bilkul aaha nahi laga. To wo mujhe Delhi mein kya-kya acha hai wo batane lagi. Is par hamari daily baat hone lagi. Wo coaching ki saari details share karti thi, to mere paas already unka whatsapp no tha.

Dheere-dheere hum logon ki baat whatsapp par bhi hone lagi. Fir ek din unhone bataya ki wo apne sasural jaa rahi thi kuch dino ke liye, aur main unke whatsapp waale number par message na karu.

To maine bola: Agar mujhe aapse kuch poochna hoga to?

Unhone turant apna personal number de diya mujhe. Isse mujhe bahut confidence mila. Main ab unko aur messages karne laga. Aise hum log ki baat daily hi hone lagi. Main unke baare mein sab kuch jaanna chaahta tha. Unhone bhi mujhe apne baare mein sab bataya, ki unki arrange marriage hui thi 2 saal pehle. Unka husband merchant navy mein tha, aur wo baahar hi rehta tha. Wo apni chotti behan ke sath Delhi mein rehti thi, aur aise hi dheere-dheere hum dost ban gaye.

Jab wo wapas Delhi aayi, to maine unse milne ke liye pooch liya. Maine bataya ki coaching mein mera koi aur dost nahi bana, aur main Delhi mein kisi aur ko nahi jaanta hu. Trisha ne thoda socha, lekin fir boli-

Trisha: Theek hai, shaam ko 7.30 pm par meri job khatam hoti hai. Hum log V3S mall chal sakte hai sath mein ice-cream khaane.

Main bahut khush ho gaya. Meri khushi ki koi seema nahi thi. Main taiyaar hoke laxmi nagar metro ke neeche unka wait karne laga. Wo pink kurta aur black jeans pehan ke aayi. Kya qayamat lag rahi thi. Unko pehli baar maine khule baalon mein dekha tha. Unke cute face par bindi suit kar rahi thi.

Hum log sath main V3S gaye. Sath mein ice-cream li aur baaith ke khoob baatein ki. Trisha ne bataya kaise wo apne husband ke sath yahan aati thi, jab bhi uska husband (Abhinav) aata tha. Mujhe sab bahut acha lag raha tha, ki wo mujhe apne favorite spot le gayi.

Fir maine apne hath se uska chashma hataya, aur uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Maine bataya ki wo khule baalon mein aur bina chashme ke ke zyada achi lagti thi. Maine socha ki kahi main unko awkward na kar du. Lekin jab Trisha ne saamne se bola ki-

Trisha: Matlab aise main achi lagti hu tujhe. Par khule baalon mein aur achi lagti hu.

Aur ye bol ke wo hasne lagi. Mujhe laga ki saamne se bhi signal aa raha tha. Fir maine bhi flirting start kar di.

Maine bhi bola: Haa aap kaise kisi ko achi nahi lag sakti hai? Itni khoobsurat ho, mature ho, independent ho.

Trisha achanak hi sad ho gayi. Uske chehre se hassi hi gayab ho gayi.

Trisha ne bola: Sab ko main pasand nahi aati hu. Log mujhe arrogant samajhte hai.

Main bhi saamne se poochne laga, to Trisha ne bataya ki uske sasural waale ache nahi the. Unko Trisha ka job karna acha nahi lagta tha, aur uska husband bhi kuch nahi bolta tha beech mein. Trisha ki saas bhi kaafi sunati hai jab Trisha ghar par hoti thi to. Isliye wo Delhi hi rehti thi. Jab ki uska sasural Meerut tha.

Fir maine Trisha ko console kiya, aur pata nahi kab uska hath mere hath mein tha. Hum dono ko pata nahi chala. Fir jab mujhe khayaal aaya to bhi maine apna hath nahi hataya. Mujhe Trisha ko hug karne ka mann kar raha tha. Par public place ki wajah se maine nahi kiya.

10 kab baj gaye bilkul pata hi nahi chala hum dono ko. Us din hum dono ne kaafi baatein ki, Trisha ke sasural waalo, aur uske husband ke baare mein. Fir na chaahte hue bhi hum dono apne-apne ghar chale gaye. Us din Trisha ne raat mein mujhe call kiya aur bataya ki use aaj mere sath bahut acha laga. Itna acha use kayi saalon mein nahi laga. Main bhi bahut khush tha. Hamari bonding jo ho gayi thi.

Fir ek din sunday ko Trisha aur main sath mein aise hi Laxmi Nagar mrin sath mein ghoom rahe the. Plan pizza aur cold drink ka tha, par achanak baarish start ho gayi. Fir maine mauke ka faida uthate hue Trisha se poocha ki-

Main: Baarish mein bheeg jayenge usse acha pizza leke mere flat chalte hai.

Kyunki mera flat 2 minute ke walking distance par tha.

Trisha ne thoda socha fir boli: Theek hai.

Hum dono mere flat par gaye. Mere flat aa kar maine fairy lights on ki, aur romantic songs speaker par bajane laga. Hum dono ko wo pizza bahut acha lagne laga tha. Mauka dekhte hue maine poocha-

Main: Baarish ho rahi hai. Mujhe baarish mein hookah bahut acha lagta hai. Agar aapko peena ho to main hookah lagau?

Trisha ne bataya ki usne kabhi hookah try nahi kiya tha. Lekin wo try karna chaahti thi. Fir maine hookah lagaya. Balcony main baarish, room mein fairy lights, romantic songs, hookah, aur hum dono akele. Trisha ne bataya ki aksar wo aur uske husband sath mein beer aur pizza khaate the.

Luckily mere fridge mein beer bhi thi. Kyunki mujhe bhi beer bahut pasand hai. Maine Trisha ko bola ki main ek surprise rakha tha uske liye, wo bas aankhen band kar le. Main jaldi se fridge se beer ki 2 bottles le aaya, aur room mein light dim karke hamne hamari first date ki.

Trisha bahut zyada khush thi. usne bataya ki wo kabhi aise date par nahi gayi thi. Uska husband bilkul romantic nahi tha. Maine bhi baat-baat mein bola ki-

Main: Tujhe koi aur husband dekh lena chahiye jo tujhe aisi romantic dates par le jaye. Tu deserve karti hai.

Aur ye bol ke maine uske hath pakad liye. Usne bhi mana nahi kiya. Fir maine usko apne kandhe par lita liya. Mujhe uske baalon se uski khushbu aa rahi thi, jo mujhe turn on kar rahi thi. Maine himmat karke usko apne aage bulaya, aur usko peeche se hug kar liya. Taaki mera face uski neck par ho, aur mera hath uski chest ke paas ho jaye. Usne bilkul mana nahi kiya.

Fir maine aur himmat ki, aur usko apne paas kheech liya. Uski body meri body ke touch mein thi poori. Main samajh gaya ki Trisha ko bhi acha lag raha tha. Maine apna hath uske thigh par rakha, aur dheere-dheere upar uske kurte mein karne laga. Main uske pet ko touch kar paa raha tha.

Usne mujhe mana nahi kiya, aur apni aankhen band kar li. To maine uski breast ko touch kiya. Usne bra pehni hui thi. Maine andar hath daal ke bra khol di, aur uske boobs ko dabane laga. Uske boobs mere hath mein nahi aa rahe the, wo itne bade aur soft the. Mere soft press karne se dheere-dheere Trisha siskiya lene lagi.

Fir badhte samay ke sath uski siskiyan badhne lagi. Apne ek hath se maine uske boobs padke, aur doosre se uski jeans kholne laga. Fir jeans kholte hi apna hath uski panty ke upar le gaya. Wo already wet thi. Maine bilkul time na waste karte hue uski wet pussy ko touch karna start kiya.

Trisha ne khud hi apni jeans utari, to maine bhi turant apna face uski thighs ke beech mein kar diya. Maine usko pehle bite kiya inner thighs par. Wo chila di dard se. Maine fir uski wet vagina suck karna start kiya. Uski siskiyan fir se badh gayi. Trisha bolti rahi ki ruko, just fuck me now, lekin main apne aap ko uske vagina se alag nahi kar paaya.

Fir maine usko apne paas kheench kar uske boobs ko suck karna start kiya. Uske white boobs par maine itne love bites diye, jaise Trisha meri hi biwi ho. Maine fir apni jeans kholi, aur apna lund uske chut par rakh diya. Fir halke-halke move karne laga.

Trisha zor-zor se chilane lagi: Just fuck me na.

Main finally uske andar jaane laga. Uski chut bahut tight thi, aur mere andar karte hi Trisha cheekh padi. Lekin mera rukna kaha hi possible tha. Main dheere-dheere apni speed badhata chala gaya, aur Trisha ke aur andar chala gaya. Wo andar se itni naram, aur uski warmth itni achi thi, ki mujhe khud ko rokna mushkil ho gaya.

Maine agle 2 ghante tak Trisha ki ache se li, aur uske andar kayi baar cum kiya. Usne ek baar bas mana kiya ki main andar na karu, aur ek condom order kar lu. Lekin maine uski chut ko apne cum se bharne ka mann bana liya tha pehle hi. Isliye main kayi baar uske andar aaya.

Ab shaam ke 9 pm ho gaye the. Fir Trisha taiyaar hone lagi. Mere yahan se jaane se pehle Trisha shower lene gayi. Hamne wahan bhi sex kiya, aur ab Trisha ke pair kaampne lage the. Fir maine Trisha ko uske ghar ke paas drop kiya.

Agle ek saal tak aaise hi Trisha alternate days par mere flat par aati thi, aur main uski leta tha. Usne apne husband ko aaj tak blowjob nahi diya tha. Lekin mujhe wo blowjob bhi deti thi. Uske husband ke aane ke 10 din pehle se main usko koi love bites nahi deta tha, aur uske husband ke jaate hi usko love bites se bhar deta tha.

Savita had not been to her office for a long time. Now, she wondered if she still had her job. So she quickly dressed up and went to work. She was shocked to find someone else on her desk! It was Frahan who replaced Savita, as she had been away for a long time. Savita got furious and went to her boss to ask him for her position.

Her boss was also upset because Savita had not turned up to work for a long time. He said he would need to take her interview again, so he took her to a hotel in the afternoon. But why did he need spanking tools for the interview?

Watch this video and find out: Episode 85 – Back to Work.

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