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Main Tanisha ki chut mein shot lagane laga, aur uski siskari sun kar madhosh hone laga. Uski chut mere lund ko apne andar kheench rahi thi, aur Tanisha ne apne chuttad ko upar ki aur utha diya, jisse main aur ache se uski chut chod paa raha tha.

Tanisha: Oh doggy style. Kutiya ban kar chudai karwana mera shaunk hai. Aaahhhh mast chudai karte ho aap jiju.. aahhh aahhhhh ahhhhh..

Main Tanisha ke chuttad mein do thappad lagate hue bola: Main apne aap ko rok nahi paa raha hu, tumhare in lajawaab chuttad ko thappad lagane se. Tumhari ye gaand aur chuttad mast hai.

Tanisha: Aur zor se chodo mujhe, main aur andar tak mehsoos karna chaahti hu aapka lund aahhh. Aur zor se chodo mere aadhe pati, jiju.

Main: Tumhari chut to meri soch se bhi behtar hai. Ye bahut lacheeli aur mazedaar hai. Haa ab main aur zor se chod raha hu tumhe. Aahhh mast kar rahi ho saali sahiba mujhe tum aahhhh.

Tanisha: Oh maa. Haa aise hi, aur zor se chodo mujhe Harsh jiju aahhh. Aap jitna zor se chaaho chod sakte ho mujhe. Aapka poora lund main andar le loongi.

Main: Tumhe chudai bahut pasand hai na? Aur mera mota kadak lund bhi tumhe pasand aaya na?

Tanisha: Haa, aapke paas jitna lamba aur mota lund hai, poora ghusa do meri chut mein. Meri chut ki khujli ko door karo aap.

Main Tanisha ke baal pakad kar aur zor se usko chodne laga, aur uski cheekh aah aahhh mein nikalne lagi. Main ab jhadne wala tha, aur pata nahi kaise usko is baat ka pata chala.

Tanisha: Oh Harsh jiju, aap jhadne waale ho. Aapki garam-garam malayi meri chut ke andar hi daal do aap.

Main apne lund ki malayi Tanisha ke andar hi daalne laga, aur mera lund ek kampan ke sath, pichkari uski chut mein maar kar paani chhodhne laga.

Tanisha: Aap baith jao bed par. Main isko choos kar fir khada karti hu.

Aur wo mere lund ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lagi slurp slurp.

Main: Oh Tanisha, main thak gaya hu ab. Ab ye aur khada nahi hoga itna jaldi. Main tumhe aur tumhari behan ko chod chuka hu, ab aur nahi.

Tanisha: Aap chup-chaap yahan baithe rahiye, aur mujhe karne do. Mujhe pata hai ki is lund ki gotiyon mein abhi bhi bahut saari malayi baaki hai.

Main: Aahhh, tum bahut acha choosti ho. Par tum mere lund ko khada nahi kar paogi. Sab ki ek limit hoti hai, aur main pehle hi tumhe aur Ashika ko chod chuka hu.

Tanisha: Ye sharam ki baat hai mere liye agar main aapka lund khada nahi kar payi. Aur main to chaahti thi ki aap meri gaand maaro. Oh ye to jhatke se khada hone laga hai. Lagta hai isko bhi meri gaand chahiye. Kuch der aur apne muh ke andar gale tak leti hu, to ye jaldi khada ho jayega.

Tanisha: Bas thoda sa aur khada aur tight ho jayega, to kaam ban jayega (slurp slurp slurp).

Main: Oh Tanisha, tumne kamaal kar diya. Mera lund ek baar fir khada hai, aur tumhari gaand maarne ko bilkul taiyaar hai ye. Tumhari mehnat ka faida hua hai.

Ab apni gaand unchi karke jhuk jao tum Tanisha. Main ab tumhari gaand maarunga.

Tanisha: Ab aap ek mard ho, to maaro meri gaand aur dikha do mujhe.

Main: Tum bahut lacheeli aur sexy ho. Ab main lund ko tumhari gaand mein daalne ki koshish kar raha hu. Apni gaand ko dheela chodh do tum. Lund ko aaram se andar karna hoga, nahi to tumhe kaafi takleef hogi.

Tanisha ne apni gaand ko dheela chhodh diya, aur main uski kamar pakad kar lund aahista se andar daalne laga. Abhi kuch hi lund andar gaya ki Tanisha ki cheekh nikal gayi. Main aur aahista se ek dhakka laga diya, aur uski gaand ke andar lund chalta chala gaya.

Tanisha: Ab aap hilana shuru karo lund ko.

Main lund ko gaand par hilane laga, aur gaand chodne laga. Mujhe aur Tanisha ko dono ko takleef ho rahi thi, par maza bhi to lena tha.

Main: Tumhe apni gaand mein mera lund kaisa lag raha hai?

Tanisha: Dard bhara aanand aa raha hai mujhe.

Main gaand mein lund ko zor-zor se daalne laga, aur meri jaangh Tanisha ke chuttad se takra kar thap-thap ki awaaz paida karne lagi. Oh Tanisha, tumhare chuttad bahut naram aur mulayam hai.

Tanisha: Chodo mujhe, aur chodo, aur zor se chodo. Main jhadne ke kareeb hu aahhh. Main jhad rahi hu aahhhh, I am cumming.

Tanisha ki chut ne paani chodh diya tha, aur uski malayi bed ke upar tapakne lagi thi. Par main ab bhi usko chod hi raha tha, aur beech-beech mein uske chuttad ko thappad bhi maar raha tha. Maine ab apni chudai ki speed ko aur badha diya, aur uske upar jhuk kar uske boobs ko pakad kar nipple ko dabane laga.

Tanisha: Aahhh jiju, aapka stamina bahut acha hai. Aap kab se lage hue hai, mujhe chod hi rahe ho. Aur ab mere ye boobs ko aap jis tarah masal rahe ho, acha lag raha hai.

Main: Main bhi jhadne wala hu Tanisha, kahan lena pasand karogi tum lund ka paani?

Tanisha: Main aapke lund ka maal apne muh mein lena chaahti hu.

Main: Lo main to gaya, lelo mera maal apne muh mein.

Aur main apne lund ki pichkari Tanisha ke muh mein maarne laga. Main ek baar fir apna lund uske muh mein daal kar uske muh ko chodne laga. Tanisha ne mere lund ki ek-ek boond apne andar le li, aur lund ko chamka kar saaf kar diya.

Main aur Tanisha ek-doosre ki baahon mein sone lage ki Tanisha ne apne boobs ko mere muh mein daal diya aur boli-

Tanisha: Ab mujhe kabhi bhi ignore mat karna, aur mere se pehle Ashika nahi ho sakti aapke liye.

Maine Tanisha ke boobs ko peena shuru kar diya, aur uske boobs ke nipple mujhe bahut ache lag rahe the. Apni jeebh ko main gol-gol nipple par ghumane laga.

Kuch der aise hi hum dono ek-doosre ko pyar karte rahe, aur fir hum dono room se baahar aa gaye. Mujhe aur Tanisha ko baahar aate dekh Ashika aankhon se ishara karke boli-

Ashika: Hua na aap log ka?

Maine muskura kar haa mein ishara kiya aur Ashika ke paas jaa kar dheere se bola ki raat ke liye taiyaar rehna. Main fir mausi ke room mein chala gaya, aur unse baat karne laga.

Kusum mausi: Aao jamayi ji, aur kaisa laga hamare ghar aa kar?

Main: Ji bahut acha laga mausi ji. Mujhe yahan aa kar aap logon se milna, aur aap logon se baatein karna pasand aaya.

Kusum mausi: Aap yahan let jao upar bed par jamayi ji, aap baithe kyun ho?

Main: Ji main theek hu, aur mujhe baithne mein koi dikkat nahi ho rahi hai.

Mausi ne fir bhi mera hath pakad kar mujhe upar lita diya, aur mere sar ko apni godi mein le liya.

Mausi: Kyun jamayi ji, ab theek hai na? Main bhi aapki mausi sasu hu, to aap mere godi mein sar rakh kar aaram kar lo. Aap to kaafi thake hue se bhi lag rahe ho. Lag raha hai jaise kaafi mehnat ki ho aap ne.

Main: Ji aisi koi baat nahi. Aur main itni door ki journey karke Mumbai aaya hu, to thoda sa thaka hua hu. (Apne mann mein socha) ab inko kon samjhaye ki main inki dono betiyan ko chod kar thaka hu, aur raat ke liye to Ashika ki gaand ab baaki hi hai.

Itne mein Ashika aur Tanisha bhi room par aa gayi, aur wo dono bhi bed par baith gayi.

Kusum mausi: Jamayi ji, koi aap jaisa ladka meri Tanisha ke liye bhi dhoondh do na.

Tanisha: Harsh ji aapke jamayi hi to hai na hehe.

Kusum mausi: Haa jamayi to hai, par tumhare waale nahi hai na. Aur dekho Tripti ne kitna acha ladka dhoondha hai.

Main: Mausi aapki dono betiyan yani meri dono saaliyan ab itni guni hai aur khoobsurat hai, to koi na koi to mil hi jayega. Aur shayad in logon ne dekh hi rakha ho.

Ashika: Haa mummy, maine to dekh hi liya hai. Ab to mujhe bhi Harsh jiju ke jaisa hi pati chahiye.

Main: Main to is duniya mein one piece hu. Aur shaadi kar chuka hu. Nahi to main zaroor karta tumse.

Baat karte-karte mausa ji bhi aa gaye. Fir sab ne dinner kiya, aur main Ashika ko ishara karke room mein sone chala gaya. Kuch ek ghante baad room mein Ashika aayi aur wo poora makeup karke aayi thi. Uske hontho par laal lipstick aur hatho mein ek bracelet tha. Usne laal colour ki bikini pehni hui thi.

Wo aate hi room band karke mere se chipak gayi. Fir mobile se hum dono ki selfie lene lagi. Ashika zabardast maal lag rahi thi, aur ab wo poori raat ke liye meri biwi ban ke chudne ke liye taiyaar thi.

Usne mujhe bed par dhakka deke gira diya, aur meri pant ke upar se hi mere lund ko apne pair se masalne lagi. Ashika ka ye roop dekh kar main hairan tha, aur jo kapde usne pehne the, wo laal pari se kam nahi lag rahi thi.

Maine apni pant ka hook khola, aur Ashika ne apne pair se hi mere underwear ke andar se lund ko baahar kar liya. Fir wo mere lund ko apne dono pairon se masalne lagi. Lund bilkul tight ho chuka tha. Maine itni saari auratein chodi thi. Par ye pair se aaj tak kisi ne nahi kiya tha.

Ashika: Jiju aapko main pasand aayi na? Aur mera figure bhi na?

Main: Haa Ashika, mujhe tum bahut achi lagi, aur tumne jo apni mummy ke saamne hi kaha ki tumhe mere jaisa ladka chahiye, ye sun kar mujhe bhi acha laga. Ab main tumhari gaand maarna chaahta hu.

Ashika: Meri gaand chhodh do, aur chut maar lo aap. Gaand mein bahut dard hota hai.

Main: Mera vishwas karo, thoda hoga bas. Ab tum chup raho, aur main jo karta hu wo karne do.

Maine Ashika ko doggy position mein kiya, aur uski gaand ke chhed par muh laga kar chaatne laga. Uski gaand ki mehak bahut tez thi, aur main apni jeebh ko uske chhed par ghisne laga. Kuch der gaand chaatne ke baad main uski gaand par thook laga kar lund daal diya.

Ashika: Aahhh jiju, dard ho raha hai. Fatt jayegi meri gaand. Aahhh main nahi loongi, hatao apna lund.

Main: Tumhari gaand bahut chhoti hai, aur bahut zyada kassi hui hai. Thoda dard hoga, aur dard ke aage hi jeet hai Ashika.

Ashika: Aahhh ahhhhh marr gayi hu main aapse gaand chudwa kar. Aapka mota lund mujhe nahi lena tha apne andar aahhhh ahhhhh. Meri gaand barbaad kar di hai aapne.

Main Ashika ke naram aur mulayam chuttad ko hatho se dabate hue uski gaand maarna shuru kar diya. Uski cheekhon ki parwah bhi nahi kar raha tha main, aur bas gaand chode jaa raha tha.

Mujhe ek kassi hui gaand maarne mein maza aa raha tha, aur Ashika ki cheekh kab siskari mein badal gayi, pata hi nahi laga.

Wo kehne lagi: Mujhe aur chodo, aur zor se maaro meri gaand. Faad do aaj gaand ko.

Main: Tumhe ab acha lag raha hai na? Ab mera poora lund apni gaand mein le lo.

Ye bol kar main zor-zor ka dhakka Ashika ki gaand mein lagane laga, aur poore kamre mein thap-thap aur siskari ki awaaz aane lagi.

Ashika: Aahhhh aahhhh poora andar kar do apne lund ko aahhhha aahhhhh yes aaahhhh.

Main: Tumhari gaand bahut zyada tight hai. Main aise to jaldi hi jhad jaunga. Itni jaldi jhadna nahi chaahta main.

Aur maine apne lund ko gaand mein se baahar kar liya, aur Ashika ke muh mein daal diya. Ashika ne lund ko choos kar saaf kiya. Fir main Ashika ko bed par lita kar usko lip kiss karne laga, aur uske gaal ko kiss karte hue uske gale aur fir boobs ko choosne laga.

Maine boobs ko 15 minutes se bhi zyada choosa, aur fir uske hatho ko failaya. Main uske underarms ko apni jeebh chaatne laga. Itni mast karne wali mehak aa rahi thi usme se, ki mujhe uske underarms ka paseene bhi chaat kar aisa lag raha tha, jaise koi Amrit ho.

Ashika fir se mere lund par hath laga kar masalne lagi, aur ek hath se apni chut ko masal rahi thi. Main neeche aate hue uski nabhi mein apni jeebh gol-gol ghumane laga. Fir aur neeche aa kar uski chut ke behte paani ko apni jeebh se chaatne laga.

Ashika ne mere sar ko apni chut mein daba diya, aur bolne lagi: Chaat jao jiju, meri chut ki malayi aahh. Khujli macha rahi hai ye chut. Aapka lund chahiye andar mujhe.

Main: Haa meri biwi ho tum aaj raat. Aur main tumhe khoob chodna aur chaatna chaahta hu.

Ashika (Lund par hath laga kar): Aapka ye to fir khada hai ek baar aur mujhe chodne ke liye. Main aapke lund ke liye tadap rahi hu apni chut mein lene ke liye jiju.

Main: Zara pyar se sehlao mere lund ko saali sahiba. Poori raat hai hum dono ke paas chodam-chudai ka khel khelne ke liye.

Ashika: Pehle kuch aur ho jaye to acha hai (aur ek cigarette jala kar peene lagi).

Main: Kya baat saali sahiba, aaj to cigarette bhi, acha mujhe bhi pila do zara.

Ashika cigarette ke dhue ko mere muh mein lips lock karke dene lagi. Aur us dhue ko main apne muh se baahar chhodhne laga. Wo cigarette ke dhue ko apne andar leti aur mere ko kiss karte hue dhue ko mere andar daalti.

Aisa karna mere liye bhi naya tha, aur ye Mumbai ki ladkiyon se kuch to naya mujhe bhi seekhne ko mil raha tha. Fir Ashika ne ek wine ki bottle kholi, aur apne muh mein lekar mere muh mein daalne lagi. Thodi si apni chut mein daalti, aur fir main uski chut se wine peene laga.

Ashika apne pairon ki ungliyon ko mere muh mein daal kar chuswane lagi, aur main uske pairon ki ungliyon ko ek-ek karke chaatne laga.

Main: Ab bardasht nahi ho raha hai. Main tumhe chodne ke liye marra jaa raha hu.

Ashika: Arre jiju aapki hi hu, aur aapse chudne hi to aayi hu room par. Par ek minute ruko aap.

Ashika mobile lekar video call karne lagi, aur apni ek friend ko dikhane lagi ki wo mere sath nangi thi, aur mere lund ko pakad kar hilane lagi.

To be continued…

Kritika is out of control and hurling abuses at her husband, Aakash. Their marriage of two years seemed to be over. Aakash had cheated on her with none other than her best friend, Shreya. Like most men in this situation, Aakash is terribly sorry for his actions.

He is desperately pleading with Kritika to forgive him. “I am very sorry. Please forgive me. We were drunk, and it happened. It happened just once. I am sorry, Kritika. Please forgive me. Please.”

But Kritika is in no mood to forgive him. She packs her bags while Aakash is sobbing and begging for forgiveness. She starts to leave the house. Aakash holds her hand to stop her, but Kritika shrugs his hand and slaps him across his face. It’s all over. She moves out of the house and slams the door shut.

Aakash gets up, shaken. He is sweating profusely. It took him a few moments to realise it was just a terrible dream. His nerves calm a bit, and he checks his phone – it’s 6:00 in the morning. He grabs the water bottle beside his bed and gulps half of it.

He turns to the other side, still lying in bed, and looks at the girl beside him. It’s Shreya, his wife’s best friend whom he finally fucked last night, lying naked in his bed. He had been lusting for Shreya for a while and got the chance last night.

Coincidentally, both their spouses were out of town. Shreya had gone out on a girls’ night and posted it on her Instagram page. Aakash saw her post and went there alone. He was sitting at the bar, drinking slowly, when Shreya noticed him.

Shreya: Aakash, Hi.

Aakash: Oh. Hi Shreya. What are you doing here?

Shreya: I came for a girl’s night. What are you doing here? Who are you with?

Aakash: I just came alone. Kritika is out of town, and I was bored. Also, since it was late, I didn’t bother asking any of my friends. So, I just came out to grab a few drinks.

Shreya: Why don’t you join us? Even though my friends plan to leave soon, you can hang out with us till then.

Aakash: No, please. I don’t want to intrude on your girl’s night. You guys enjoy it. Besides, I don’t know any of your friends.

Shreya: True. Ok. You, too, enjoy yourself.

Aakash: I will. Thanks.

Aakash kept an eye on her, and as soon as they called for the bill, he paid his dues and left. He positioned his car about 100 metres from the pub’s exit. When he spotted Shreya come out, he took his car and approached her.

Aakash: Need a lift, ladies? Shreya was with one of her friends.

Shreya: Hey. No thanks. We have booked a cab.

Aakash: Oh, come on. Cancel it. I will drop you both.

Shreya and her friend hop on in the car. Shreya introduced them. After a bit of chit-chat and about 10 minutes, they dropped her friend.

Aakash: By the way, you guys finished very early. I mean, it’s only 11.

Shreya: Don’t ask. All my friends were in a hurry to get back home. It seemed like a formal get-together of sorts.

Aakash: That sounds boring.

Shreya: It was. I wanted to stay longer and get wasted tonight. I mean, it’s not often that we get free time with friends after marriage.

Aakash: True that. By the way, you could have stayed longer and grabbed a few more drinks if that’s what you wanted.

Shreya: I didn’t want to drink alone. If any of my friends had stayed, I would have. Hey! Do you mind grabbing a few drinks?

Aakash: I don’t know, but isn’t it too late to go to any place now?

Shreya: True. Even liquor shops are closed now.

Aakash: Umm. I know a place where we can get some.

Shreya: Where?

Aakash knew a few shops that sold liquor even after the closing hours but didn’t mention that on purpose. Instead, he tried his luck.

Aakash: My place. But only if you are ok with it.

Shreya, after thinking a bit: Why the hell not?

Aakash turns the car around and sets out for his place. They kept talking about their work, friends, etc. They reach his place in about 15 minutes.

Aakash: Please make yourself comfortable. What will you have? I have beer, whiskey and red wine.

Shreya: Wine would be great.

Aakash puts on jazz music in the background and goes into the kitchen. He returns with a glass of red wine for Shreya and a glass of whiskey for himself. They settled down and continued their conversation. It was a naturally flowing conversation, jumping from one topic to another and turning to movies.

Aakash: So, what genre do you like?

Shreya: Nothing specific as such. All genres are fine, really. It depends on the story.

Aakash: Same here. How about the actors? Who’s your favourite?

Shreya: Oh. I have a huge crush on Ranbir Kapoor.

Aakash: I hate that guy.

Shreya, surprised: Why?

Aakash: Every girl has a crush on him.

Shreya: Haha. He is very handsome, after all. What about you? Who is your favourite actress?

Aakash: No one.

Shreya: That’s not fair. I told you mine. There must be someone for sure who you fantasise about.

Aakash: Well, you asked about my favourite actress, not who I fantasise about.

Shreya: Haha, very smart. Who?

Aakash: Nora Fatehi. She is a killer. Love her big ass.

Shreya: Ahaa. So you are an ass person.

Aakash: I am a ‘beauty’ person. For example, you are a killer, too.

Shreya: Are you flirting with me, Aakash?

Aakash: Just telling the truth. I am sure you must get a lot of compliments.

Shreya: Hehe. Thanks.

Shreya: So, what do you like about me?

Aakash, checking her out (Shreya was wearing a black single-piece dress ending mid-thighs): You have a killer look. Nice boobs, great ass, and not to mention that patli kamar (slim waist). What’s your figure? 34-28-34?

Shreya: You have a great guess.

Aakash: As I said, I am a ‘beauty’ person. Also, your silky smooth thighs and legs are a treat to behold.

Shreya blushed. She liked the attention and compliments she was getting from Aakash. Aakash had paced it just right. He knew she was going to be his.
Aakash: Get up and show me your curves.

Shreya got up and started posing for Aakash. Aakash kept commanding her, and she kept obeying.

Aakash: You are hot as fuck. Come to me.

Shreya, still dancing, moved closer to him, flaunting her curves. She turned around and wiggled her ass. Aakash got up, took her arm, placed it on his crotch and whispered, “Look what you have done. I want you.”

Shreya felt Aakash’s hard dick and squeezed it. That was the signal Aakash needed. He pushed her on the sofa, got on top of her and started kissing her. Shreya kissed back. Aakash lifted Shreya’s dress and felt her pussy. It was wet. He wasted no time.

He pulled down his pants, took his dick out, slid her panty to the side and placed his dick on her pussy. In one strong push, he was inside her. Shreya moaned out loud. Aaaah. Their clothes were still on, and Aakash started fucking her without any control.

After fucking in missionary for about 10 minutes, Aakash flipped Shreya. He grabbed her panty and tore it apart with force. The pain made Shreya shriek. Aakash brought his face to Shreya’s ass and licked her asshole and pussy from behind her.

He then removed his pants completely and started fucking Shreya’s doggy style.
After about 5 minutes, Aakash realised he would not hold much longer but didn’t want it to end yet. He got off his bitch and took her to the bedroom. They kept on kissing each other along the way.

Once in the bedroom, they removed their clothes and explored each other. Soon, Aakash was again on top of her and kept pumping her with force till they both came together. The fucking was so intense that they slept exhausted, naked in each other’s arms.

Aakash woke up the next morning due to a terrible dream. But after finding out Shreya, still naked, in his bed and reminiscing about the last night, his dream became a distant memory now. He started to think from his dick again. He wants Shreya again.

Aakash goes down in the bed, spreads Shreya’s legs and starts licking her waxed pussy. He licks for a minute before Shreya get half up. She is already wet. She spreads her legs more, her hands grab Aakash’s hair, and she forces his head on her pussy. “Aah, baby. Yes. Lick that pussy.”

Aakash places both his hands on her boobs and presses them while continuously licking her pussy. In about 5 minutes, Shreya shivers and is about to have an orgasm. But Aakash won’t let her off that easy. He gets off the bed, comes beside her head and places his dick in front of her face.

“It’s time to return the favour, baby.” Shreya takes his dick in her mouth and starts blowing Aakash. She takes his entire dick deep in throat. Aakash loves it. “Aah, baby. Look at you taking my entire dick inside your mouth. You have a lot of practice, don’t you?”

Shreya takes out his dick to reply with a smile, “Yes. I do,” and take it in again.

After about 5 minutes, Aakash gets on top of Shreya, her legs wide open. He places his dick on her pussy. He looks her in the eyes – both their eyes are full of nothing but lust.

With one powerful push, shoves his dick deep inside her. Shreya lets out a loud aaaah. He starts to drill her pussy with force. I love your pussy around my dick baby. Shreya replies, “I love your dick inside me. Fuck me harder, baby. Aaaah. Aaah. Yes.”

Aakash turns her around, “Be my bitch.” Shreya turns over and wiggles her ass, inviting Aakash to take her from behind. Aakash wastes no time and starts riding Shreya. He grabs her hair and keeps riding her. “Are you enjoying baby?” he asks. Shreya replies, “Yes, baby. Aaah Yes.”

Aakash: Tera pati chodta hai tujhe ese? (Your husband fucks you like this?)

Shreya: Please don’t say like that.

Aakash: Bol na saali. Tera pati chodta hai kya ese? (Say it, slut. Your husband fucks you like this?)

Shreya: Please don’t say that, Aakash.

Aakash: Don’t be shy, Shreya. Say it. Chodta hai kya woh tujhe ese? (Does he fuck you like this?)

Shreya: Nahi. (No)

Aakash, increasing his speed: Maza nahi aata uske saath tujhe? (You don’t enjoy with him?)

Shreya: Nai (No). Aaah Aaah Aaah.

Aakash: Kya ek word me reply de rahi hai. Sahi se bata kutiya. Kese chodta hai woh? (Why are you giving a one-word reply? Tell me properly, bitch. How does he fuck you?)

Shreya: Aaah. Us chutiye ko biwi to satisfy karna nahi aata. (That idiot doesn’t know how to satisfy his wife). Aaah Aaah. Bhenchod ko bas apne kaam me interest hai mujhme nai. (Sister-fucker is just interested in his work, not me.)

Aakash: Koi ni baby. Main hu na. Chal mere upar aa. (It’s ok baby. I am here. Come on top of me now.)

Aakash lay down on the bed, and Shreya came on top of him. She positions his dick on her pussy and goes down, taking it all in. She bends forward, bringing her face near his. They kiss each other violently. Aakash grabs her ass with both his hands.

Shreya starts moving up and down. Shreya, now sitting straight, starts jumping up and down on his cock, placing both her hands on Aakash’s muscular chest for support. Aakash keeps grabbing her boobs and ass alternatively. He feels a sense of pride in finally getting Shreya naked and ravishing her beauty.

He gets up and holds Shreya by placing an arm around her. Without taking his dick out, he flips her and comes on top. They are back fucking in missionary. They keep fucking passionately looking into each other’s eyes and seeing the lust for each other.

Aakash squeezes her left boob with his right hand, bends down and kisses her passionately. He increases his speed. The room is now filled with Shreya’s loud moaning. She cannot keep up any longer. Aakash senses it and starts pumping her with all his force.

Soon, both climax together, with Aakash’s hot sperm hitting her stomach. Just like last night, there was no protection. Aakash got off her, slid over and lay beside her. It takes them a while to regain their breath. Aakash then, lights up a cigarette.

Shreya: I didn’t know you smoked.

Aakash: I don’t smoke that often. But I usually need one after a good fuck, and this was a great fuck.

Shreya giggles: I hope our spouses don’t find out about this.

Aakash: Who is going to tell them?

Aakash’s phone buzzes. He picks up to see a text from his wife, Kritika, ‘Good Morning, Baby! I miss you. Wish you were here too.’ Shreya sees it, too.

Aakash, without replying, puts the phone aside.

Shreya: Aren’t you going to text back?

Aakash: As far as she is concerned, I am still sleeping. I will text her later. You are with me, and I can’t waste a second, baby. You know I am going to fuck you again, right?

Shreya: I was hoping you would say that.

Shreya goes down, takes his dick in her mouth and starts sucking it.

Aakash: Aaah meri randi (Aaah, my whore.)

Hello friends. My name is Bharath. I’m 22 years old. I have a fair skin tone. I’m here to share with you my 2nd encounter with my seductive manager. I shared my first sexual encounter with her back in April 2024 under the storyline ‘Intimate Sexual Affair With My Seductive Manager.’

Srividhya is a 43-year-old married woman and a mother of a 10-year-old boy. She has a 34C bust, cylindrical arms and a little fat around her buttocks. She has a brown wheatish skin tone.

The 2nd encounter between us happened just 4 days after our 1st sex. It was on the 23rd of February, 2024. Srividhya came to the office in a green casual shirt top tucked into a black cotton pant. I was wearing a yellow T-shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans.

I normally reach the office early, at around 8:30 am. I leave every day with Srividhya after some groping and smooching inside the meeting room. She loves her boobs being squeezed. I love her attractive figure so much that I keep losing control seeing her.

On the 23rd of February morning, she entered the office and walked past my desk to get to her desk. I was awestruck seeing her. Her shirt was tightly fitting, with her boobs pushing her shirt way to the front.  I kept gazing at her when she walked in.

Srividhya wished me “Hi, Good Morning” with a broad smile. She passed my desk with other colleagues around. I immediately took my mobile and messaged her, “Looking so yum, babe.” with a drooling emoji. She replied, “Thank you, baby,” with a kissing emoji.

Unfortunately, on that day, she kept bombarding me with activities. I started clearing the tasks one by one. But it kept adding as the day progressed. At around 12:30 pm, Srividhya came to my desk to check on one of the tasks. I told her, “I want to discuss it with you.”

She looked around for a moment and, in a doubtful tone, asked me, “You want to discuss here or in a meeting room?” I said, “Anywhere. Maybe we’ll go to the meeting room.” She pointed at a room and said, “Ok, you go to that room. I’ll bring my laptop.”

I went to the room and waited for her. She entered, placed her laptop on the table, sat beside me and said, “Yes, tell me.” I gave a smile at her. She felt I was going to talk something personal, blushed at me and asked, “What? Not regarding work, is it?”

I proposed to her, “Sex tonight?” She widened her eyes, raised her eyebrows and asked, “Is this the time to discuss about sex? There are so many things pending to be completed.”

I said, “I know. I have been seeing your mail and chats since this morning. You require everything today. The way you are demanding work from me today, I’ve neither had time to have a tea or bio break. Most importantly, for the last 3 hours, ever since you entered the office, I’ve been desperate to masturbate seeing your tight shirt and your bust protruding out this much. But till now, I have been unable to get out of my seat.”

She gazed at me, pressing her lips tight against each other, maybe trying to control her laughter. I continued, “You are putting me under a lot of stress. So, I’m also asking you to be my stress buster.” Srividhya chuckled and asked, “So, sex for busting your stress, is it?”

I replied, “Playing with your bust will bust half my stress, but that’s not enough. I want to have sex with you tonight.” She started to laugh but then calmed down quickly, thinking people outside the meeting room might hear.

She then said, “Oh my god. Do you even remember that I’m your boss? How audaciously you are asking me to spread my legs for you?”

I said, “Yeah, I know. You are my boss. But only for the next 5.5 hours of the day. Remember what you said 4 days back after our intercourse? You are my boss at the office. And I’ll boss you on the bed.”

Blowing air out of her mouth, Srividhya said, “Oh god. You are turning me on now by reminding me of that incident. Ok, we’ll discuss that later. First, complete your tasks today. Then, let’s see.” I quickly replied, “No way. I’ll complete it if you agree to sex tonight.”

She stared at me and asked, “Are you trying to make a deal with me?” I asked her back, “Deal? Am I the only one going to have pleasure while fucking you? Won’t you also enjoy it? So, how does this seem to be a deal for you?”

Srividhya looked at me for a few seconds and said, “Ok. We’ll discuss further where and what time after 6 pm. Now get back to work.” I gave a broad smile and said, “Ok, ma’am.” Saying that I got up and got out of the room.

I started working on my tasks one by one. I had a quick 15-minute lunch and skipped my afternoon tea break. I desperately want to clear all my tasks as early as possible. As usual, people started leaving the office one by one from 5:30 pm.

At 6:45 pm, Srividhya messaged me on mobile, “Meeting room?” with a kissing emoji. I replied to her, “Coming, babe.” I saw her getting into a meeting room. I followed her with my laptop. There were hardly 5 or 6 people at the office at that time.

I got into the room. I placed my laptop on the table just beside Srividhya’s laptop. The button on her shirt was a snap button. We had a deal between us that after office hours, we’d sit in a meeting room, and she would have her top button opened for me. But this time, she was fully packed almost to her neck.

So I quietly went behind her and unbuttoned by plucking her top button out. With a shocked look, she said, “Oh fuck. You could have told me.” I replied, “Ok, I’m telling you something now.” She asked, “What?” I said, “Keep looking at your laptop screen and don’t overreact.”

Saying that I dug my palm into her shirt and grabbed her left boobs. She immediately placed her hand on my hand over her shirt, stopping me from groping her, saying, “What are you doing? I requested her, “Just 5 seconds. Not more than that.”

She loosened her grip on my hands a little. I started pressing her left boobs over her bra. I would have squeezed her boobs hardly 3 or 4 times. She again grabbed my hand over her shirt, saying, “No, stop. Enough. Not now.” I sat beside her, smiling at her.

Staring at me through the corner of her eyes, she tucked her fingers into her hair, resting her elbow on the table and asked, “You know very well that groping arouses me, right? Why did you do this now?” Putting my tongue out, I told her, “Just ensuring that you don’t back out.”

She stared at me sharply and said, “Now shut the fuck up and finish your work fast. Let’s leave as early as possible. I need to send out the files to other team leads today.”

I had about 3 tasks still pending. She asked me the status of where I was. I told her I could finish in the next 1.5 to 2 hours. I started working on my tasks. In a few minutes, she asked, “What about dinner?”

I said, “You order something. We’ll have food and then leave by 8:30 pm. So, before I complete my 3 tasks, I’ll give you 2. Order food and book a good room for us.” She replied sarcastically, “Ok, boss.” We giggled over it. I started getting on with my work. She ordered food from McD.

I noticed the strap and the top of the cups of her orange bra through her open top button. Working on my laptop, I commented, “By the way, nice colour.” She turned towards me and asked, “What?” I pointed my eyes to her bust and said, Your bra colour.”

She looked down at her bust. She grabbed and shook my hard dick over my jean as if she was shaking hands with me and said, “Thanks, baby.” When she shook my dick as if she was applying gear in her car, I felt some tickles down there. My desperation grew up by heaps and bounds.

I was turning blind to my work as my thoughts were on when am I going to feel her body. The food came in at 7:45 pm. We had food parallelly as I was doing my work, and she was looking for a hotel room. We got a hotel just 3 kilometres away from our office.

Srividhya said, “It’s couple-friendly, but local IDs are not allowed. So, you give proof of your ID as you are from Tirunelveli.” I agreed. At just past 8 pm, Srividhya got up and said, “I’ll withdraw some cash and come. I don’t want to swipe my card at the hotel.”

As she opened the room door, I told her, “Come soon. I also want to cum soon… inside you,” putting my tongue out. Biting her teeth, Srividhya taunted from a distance as if she wanted to choke my neck and left.

She came back at 8:25 pm. She sent out the files to whomever she wanted to share. While logging out, Srividhya stood by, inclining her upper body to the front and resting her palms on the table. I could see her cleavage and the inner side of her boobs.

I rubbed her inner thighs. By pressing my fingers between her legs, I asked her, “How wet are you in here?” Looking at her laptop, she whispered, “You have no idea. My panty is fully drenched, all thanks to you.”

Out of desperation, I got up and turned her towards me. I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. Srividhya responded by sucking my upper lips. After a few seconds of sensual kissing, she placed her hands on my chest. She pushed me back gently.

In no mood to retreat, I slowly stepped back with a final sip of her lower lips. With a little heavy breath, Srividhya whispered, “Let’s go.” We quickly packed our bags and left the office. I drove her on my bike to the hotel. We reached the hotel at about 9:20 pm. I gave my ID.

The receptionist looked at both of us for a couple of seconds. But without asking any questions, she gave us the key. We got a room on the 3rd floor. As we came out of the lift, Srividhya recollected that she had not informed her husband that she would be late.

She called him and said, “I’m held up in the office. I’ll take another 2 hours to start.” As she was talking over the phone, I opened the room door. She cut her call and walked towards me. We smiled at each other. I was at the peak of my lust, and I saw her smile filled with lust as well.

Just as she came close to me, I asked, “So, I have 2 hours with you?” She grabbed my t-shirt and, whispering, “Don’t waste time,” stepped inside the room, pulling me inside as well. As we entered the room, I took my hands off the door. The door closed on its own.

We dropped our bags just beside the door. We immediately hugged each other tight. Srividhya rolled her arms around my neck. I grabbed her sexy waist as we tilted our heads, opened our mouths wide and started smooching. We kissed tight, digging our tongues into each other’s mouths.

Sucking each other’s tongue and pushing ourselves hard against each other.  We slowly started moving inside the room, kissing intensely for some time. As we reached the bed, Srividhya hopped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind to fuck her from behind. So, I carried her past the bed to the marble slab. The slab was just between my waist and knees. As we continued to kiss, I slowly slid her buttocks over the slab, making her sit over it.

As I placed her on the slab, Srividhya slowly dropped her legs from my waist. We paused our deep, sensual kiss for a few seconds. Pulling her shirt tucked inside her pant out, I whispered to her, “I want to fuck you from behind.” Taking her breath back, Srividhya looked at me closely.

Before she could say something, I plucked out all her shirt. Exposing her upper body and her bra with her long golden mangalsutra running through her cleavage. She had a jerk for a second. I snapped all her shirt buttons in one go. I placed one hand on her left boobs over her bra and started groping her.

She gets aroused whenever her boobs are massaged. I groped her. She closed her eyes, grabbed the back of my neck, opened her mouth wide and kissed me again lavishly. Srividhya rolled her arms around my neck as we smooched sloppily.

I rolled my arms around her waist inside her opened shirt and unhooked her bra. We withdrew our lips and tongues from each other’s. I went down, kissing her neck and her cleavage. With one hand around her waist, I lifted her bra cups and grabbed her left boobs with the other hand.

I licked her fat protruding nipples and engulfed her dark brown mammae into my mouth. Srividhya moaned as I sucked her nipples passionately. She slowly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and dug her hand into my pants and underwear.

She then grabbed my hard dick and pulled it out. She started to stroke my dick, pulling my foreskin down. The inner flesh of my dick slowly started peeping out. I started getting desperate for sex. Taking my mouth off her nipples, I dragged her down the marble slab.

I turned her around, facing the mirror and the slab. I pulled her shirt down her arms from behind. Srividhya cooperated with me in removing her shirt. I dropped her shirt on the floor and slid her bra straps down her arms. Her bra fell on the marble slab just in front of her.

Wasting no time, I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her pants and pulled her pant and panty down her fleshy legs. I pulled her pants and panty down to her feet. Srividhya slowly stepped out of it, getting fully nude. Not allowing her to turn back towards me, I rolled my hands around her belly.

I kissed her upper back and slowly pushed my pants and underwear down. I pulled my feet out of my pants and underwear as they dropped. I removed my T-shirt by rotating my hands around her belly and got myself nude as well.

Srividhya stood with her upper body bent down a little. She rested her hands on the edges of the marble slab, allowing her long mangalsutra to hang down her neck with the pendants at the end of the chain lying on the slab. She looked at me through the mirror before her and asked, “Do you want to do this?”

I replied, “I’m craving for it, baby.” She gave a stare and said, “Go easy on me.” I winked at her and said, “I will take care, baby. Don’t worry.” But I was in no mood to be gentle. My very intention was to bang her hard and deep from behind.

I held her soft curvy waist with one hand and grabbed my hard dick with the other hand. With a good sight of her juicy wet black pussy lips, I massaged her outer pussy flesh by rubbing the head of my dick between her pussy lips. I was so horny seeing her pink flesh inside her dark pussy lips.

I rubbed my dick over it. And the sight of her pussyhole on the top made my lust hit the roof. I placed the head of my lubricated dick over her wrinkled pussy hole. I slowly pushed my dick inside her pussy. Srividhya moaned as I penetrated the head of my dick inside her cunt.

With the head of my dick inside her pussy, I grabbed her waist with both hands. I chucked my dick hard inside her pussy. Srividhya gasped out loud as I pushed my dick inside her with some force. With half my dick inside her pussy, I started to bang her hard.

Pushing my dick deep inside her pussy and pulling it back. I fucked her deep in this position. My balls kissed her hairy lower abdomen every time I penetrated my dick. Holding her waist tight with both hands, I crushed her pussy fiercely. Srividhya started to scream out loud.

I loved the heat inside her pussy when I drilled her from behind. I loved this rough intercourse. I paused for a second or two after every 10-15 strokes, ensuring she did not get time to pull out of it. On the other hand, Srividhya was screaming.

My hard and thick dick went deep inside her with some force. I loved her facial expression through the mirror. She had a wild smile on her face with closed eyes. But her screaming tone was as if she was crying. I continued grinding her pussy hard.

I felt I was about to ejaculate. I quickly pulled my dick out of her pussy. I did not want to end our intimacy at that point. Our bodies were so moist after the wild phase of sex. I turned her around towards me. Srividhya was equally wild. She opened her mouth and started smooching as she turned.

As we smooched, Srividhya tried to grab my dick with her hand. I quickly averted it by rolling my arms around her buttocks and carrying her to the bed. I got onto the bed on my knees, carried her, and dropped her on the bed. Srividhya crawled backwards on the bed towards the pillow.

I pulled the blanket tucked into the bed on either side. I threw it away on the ground and crawled over Srividhya. I ensured she did not get a chance to grab my dick till my sensation to ejaculate calmed down. I felt even after a couple of strokes. My dick would start spitting my cum out.

I got over her. We hugged each other and cuddled intensely, rolling over each other across the width of the bed, kissing, biting and licking each other randomly. After some tight and intimate cuddling, Srividhya got on top of me. We paused for a few seconds to get our breath back.

Both of us were panting hard and started to sweat heavily, with visible droplets running down our faces and body. She then slowly bent down and kissed me sensually, whispering to me, “I love you.” We rolled over, and I got on top of her.

As we continued our sensual kiss, Srividhya dug her hand between our legs. She grabbed my hard and sticky dick, drenched and stained with her pussy juice. She stroked my dick a few times as we were having a tongue fight. Anticipating her to rub my dick over her wet pussy, I went a little from her body.

As expected, she slowly rubbed the head of my dick over her pussy, indicating that she wanted intercourse. I dug my palms under her and grabbed her shoulders from underneath. Just as my dick stung onto her tiny pussyhole, I pushed my dick inside her again.

I penetrated deep inside her. With half my dick inside her pussy, I started fucking her. Pressing my knees hard on the bed, I screwed her deep. Srividhya grabbed the pillow on either side of her head. I moaned in a tired and pleading tone with a crying face, closing her eyes tight.

I continued fucking her deep. I felt a strong tickling sensation running from my balls down the length of my dick. I finally splashed my cum in multiple instalments deep inside her wet and sticky pussy. I lay over her, moaning out loud as I ejaculated.

Srividhya hugged me tight and rubbed my back, allowing me to cream her pussy. As I finished ejaculating, I slowly lifted my face and looked at her. With a heavy breath, I whispered to her, “I love you too.” Both of us were bathing in sweat. My dick became soft, shrunk in size and slowly oozed out of her pussy.

We sucked each other’s lips a couple of times gently. I rolled over and slept beside her. We lay down beside each other for some time, totally exhausted. I was too tired to even get up from the bed. Lying down on the bed, we turned our heads and smiled at each other.

We then turned towards each other. Lying down on the bed facing each other, we hugged and sucked our lips sensually a few times and dozed off without our knowledge. We got up to a phone call from her husband. Srividhya saw the time in her wristwatch. It was 11:55 pm.

We jumped out of the bed, freshened up and dressed up quickly. As we were on the lift, Srividhya handed me the cash. She asked me to settle the bill and come, and she left the hotel. As I was waiting for the bill, the receptionist lady generally enquired, “How was your stay, sir?”

I replied, “It was great.” With a sarcastic smile, she chuckled and pointed her eyes at Srividhya standing outside and asked, “Girlfriend?” Not reacting much, I casually replied, “No, she is my boss.” Raising her eyebrows with a surprised smile, she asked, “Boss?”

I said, “Yes, why?” She said, “I felt something was odd. She looks like a mature woman, and you look like a young boy.”

Controlling her awkward smile with a tight lip, she handed over the bill to me, saying, “Thank you” With both of us smiling at each other, I collected the bill and stepped out of the hotel. I then dropped Srividhya at the end of her street and returned home.

So, friends, this was my real-life sex experience with my boss, Srividhya. Please let me know your feedback about doing kinky stuff with my manager in a hotel room. You can also write to me at my email id: [email protected].

Hi, my name is Rahul, and I currently reside in Bangalore. I am working at a renowned IT firm. You know, the typical job where you sit in front of a computer all day long. Anyway, this job keeps me quite busy, which is why I decided to hire a maid to keep my 2BHK apartment nice and tidy.

Let me go ahead and describe myself to you: I am about 5’11’, not too dark but neither fair, with a decent dick size. Nothing crazy, but definitely not something that’d make you go, “What the heck?”

So, my new maid, let’s call her ‘Preeti’, she’s got an amazing body. Her stats are like, 34D-28-36. And when I say D, I mean those big, round boobs that you just can’t ignore. And her butt? Oh boy, it’s like two melons stuck on a stick, just perfect for grabbing. And her skin, so smooth, like freshly made butter. And her eyes, man, they’re like deep pools of chocolate. You just want to dive into them and never come out.

Anyway, at first, when Preeti began working around the house, I didn’t pay much attention to her as I was constantly busy with programming on my computer. However, all that changed the day she dropped a cup of coffee she had made for me. As she was on her way to my room, somehow the cup had slipped and fell on the floor.

Preeti was in shock and super apologetic and began gathering up the mess. I sat there, attempting to console her. But that’s when my eyes fell on her massive cleavage. I was stunned. I asked myself, “How did I not notice such an asset all this time?”

I tried to control myself and remain professional, but my “little man” made it pretty difficult. If it wasn’t for my jeans, I’m sure Preeti would’ve noticed my massive boner saluting her. She was down on her knees, trying to mop up the coffee. Her blouse was so tight that her big boobs looked like they were going to pop out any second. And her pants, they hugged her butt like it was a long-lost lover.

Preeti was eventually able to clean up the mess and I made her feel better by saying it was no big deal. But since then, every time she bent over to pick something up, my eyes just couldn’t help but wander down to her ass. It was like two big scoops of heaven, you know? So plump and juicy.

Anyway, fast forward six months, I was fantasizing about Preeti and her sexy body ever since. But I never did anything because she’s my employee and I didn’t want to be that guy. Plus, I didn’t know if she’d be into me. But on that particular day, as I was sitting in my bedroom, I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. It was Preeti, wearing a tight salwar that tightly hugged her goods. And she was moving her hips like she was dancing to some secret tune.

My heart was racing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with every step she took, and her nipples were poking out like little pebbles. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I had to get closer. I tiptoed to the kitchen door and peeked through the crack. She was washing dishes, but she had that look on her face like she was thinking about something really naughty. And her hands… they were moving in a way that suggested she was playing with more than just the dishes.

So, I barged in and caught her in the act. She had one hand in the dishwater while the other was under her kameez, playing with herself. She was so into it that she didn’t even notice me at first. Her face was all red, and her breaths were heavy, like she had just run a marathon. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were all wet and pouty, like she was biting on them.

Although she was shocked when she opened her eyes, she didn’t stop fingering herself. I, too, didn’t know how to react. A part of me wanted to scold her while the other wanted to take her right there and then. But I controlled myself and asked, “What are you doing, Preeti?” She looked up, surprised, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and she just kept playing with herself.

Preeti, with a shaky voice, replied, “I’m sorry, sir. I was just… feeling a little lonely.” That was all I needed to hear. I stepped closer to her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. She looked at me with a mix of fear and desire. I could see the wetness between her legs, and the way her chest was heaving told me she was more than just a little turned on.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I completely understand. I find myself in the same boat from time to time.”

Preeti looked at me, her eyes widening a bit. She was expecting a scolding, not an understanding nod. She slowly took her hand out from under her kameez and turned off the faucet. The sound of the water stopping echoed through the kitchen, and the room got really quiet. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and I could see her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

“Have you ever watched porn before?” I asked.

Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her eyes cast down.

“But have you had a one-on-one session with a cam model?” I countered.

“No, sir,” Preeti replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She was frozen in place, her hand still hovering over her wetness.

“Would you be interested?” I offered, trying to keep my voice steady. I could feel my dick twitching in my pants, eager for what might happen next.

Preeti looked up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement. She nodded shyly, and I knew I had her hooked. “Good,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I know it might seem a bit unusual, but trust me, it’s a good way to relieve stress.”

So, I grabbed her soaking wet hand and led her to my home office. I grabbed her a chair to sit on and closed the door behind us while switching on the PC. I punched in my log-in code and quickly clicked on the browser. The next thing I did was browse over to the popular sex chat website, created an account, and added some credits through UPI which I could use to chat with the stunning Indian girls there.

“Pick anyone you like,” I told her, pointing to the screen. There were so many beautiful, half-dressed women to choose from. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight, and I could see the excitement in her face. She was like a kid in a candy store, but the candy was strictly for grown-ups. She scanned through the profiles, her cheeks growing redder with every click.

“But sir, I’m not a lesbian,” Preeti stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled. “It’s not about that,” I assured her. “It’s about watching someone else get off. It can be really hot.”

Preeti’s eyes met mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was considering it, and I could feel the tension in the room growing thicker than the coffee she had spilled months ago. I sat down next to her, and we both stared at the screen. I scrolled down, and she leaned in closer, her big boobs pressing against my arm. I found a model with big, fake boobs and a round ass. She was wearing a red lingerie set that barely covered anything.

The model’s name read Nusrat. She was a 21-year-old from Ludhiana. Her stats were 36D-24-34, and she had these big, round boobs that looked like they were about to spill out of her bra at any moment. Her profile pic was of her wearing a red, lacy outfit that made my dick stir in my pants. Preeti’s eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of Nusrat.

“Let’s talk to her,” I suggested, clicking on the video chat option. The screen popped up, and there she was, live and in the flesh, or at least, pixels. She was sitting on a bed, playing with her hair, and smiling. She had these big, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief.

Preeti and I sat side by side, and I could feel the heat coming off her body. Her hand was shaking as she held the mouse, and she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I could tell she was nervous, but also curious. She clicked on Nusrat’s profile, and we were taken to a private chat room.

“Hi, Nusrat,” I said, trying to break the ice. “My friend Preeti here is feeling a bit… stressed. We thought maybe you could help her relax.”

Nusrat winked at the camera, and her boobs bounced. “Of course,” she said, her voice like honey. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Preeti’s voice was shaky, but she managed to say, “I’m Preeti.”

“Hi, Preeti,” Nusrat said, her voice all warm and sweet. “What do you want to see today?”

Preeti’s hand hovered over the mouse, her thumb rubbing the pad. She was nervous but also excited. Her chest was heaving, and her nipples were poking through her blouse like little erasers. I could feel the tension between us, like a rubber band stretched tight.

“What would you like me to do?” Nusrat asked, her voice as smooth as silk.

Preeti looked at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I… I want to watch you play with yourself,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, Preeti,” Nusrat said, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. She leaned back on the bed, her legs spreading apart. She began to play with her big boobs, squeezing them gently. Her hands moved to her nipples, and she pinched them lightly, making them harden.

I could feel Preeti’s breathing getting heavier, and I looked down to see her hand had moved to her own chest, her thumb stroking her nipple through her blouse. “Do it like her,” I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her neck. She nodded, her hand moving more insistently.

Nusrat’s hands began to wander down her body, her fingers sliding over her flat stomach and into her panties. She had a trimmed bush, and the sight of her touching herself was like watching a porn video in real life. She started to moan, her voice echoing through the speakers, making my cock throb.

Preeti’s eyes were glued to the screen, her hand moving faster and faster over her own pussy. She was biting her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed. I could see the wetness spreading on her kameez, and I knew she was getting closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t control myself any longer and pulled out my own cock. Seeing my 6.5-incher, Preeti was a bit taken-aback. She was definitely not expecting that. But I had one more surprise for her. Rather than stroking my cock, I lightly grabbed Preeti’s soft hand, which was in the process of pleasing her tight cunt and placed it on my semi-erect shaft.

Preeti was speechless and motionless. To encourage her, I moved my hand toward her cunt and began to feel the wetness.

“It’s okay,” I murmured to Preeti, “just watch and learn.” My voice was deep and soothing, like a gentle river flowing over smooth rocks. Her hand was trembling, but she didn’t pull away from my cock. I felt her soft skin grip me tightly as she started to move it up and down, her eyes still glued to the screen.

On the screen, Nusrat was really getting into it now. She had her panties off, and she was rubbing her clit with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. Her moans were like music to my ears, and I knew Preeti was getting hotter by the second. She was breathing fast, and I could smell her sweet arousal.

That, in turn, was making me super horny. In a split second, without giving it another thought, I turned Preeti’s head with my left hand to face me and began sucking on her lips. This even turned Nusrat on.

“Oh, wow!” Nusrat gasped, watching us through the computer screen. “You guys are so hot together!”

Preeti’s hand was now moving up and down my cock with more confidence, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was getting the hang of it, and her breath was coming in quick, short gasps. Her other hand was still busy between her legs, and I could feel the wetness of her arousal on my fingertips as I played with her pussy.

“Yeah, just like that,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust. “Keep watching Nusrat and stroking my cock.”

Preeti’s hand tightened around my shaft, her eyes still on the screen. Nusrat was really putting on a show, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit. I could feel the heat coming off Preeti’s body, and her breath was hot on my neck as she watched intently.

“I would really like to watch you guys fuck!” Nusrat exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. The sight of Preeti’s hand on my cock must have pushed her over the edge, because she began to really go at it, her tits bouncing and her ass wiggling.

Preeti looked up at me with a question in her eyes, but I could tell she was more than willing. “Take off your clothes,” I told her, my voice gruff with desire. She nodded and stood up, her hands trembling as she untied her salwar and let it fall to the floor.

Her panties followed, revealing a neatly trimmed bush that matched the color of her skin. Her pussy was already glistening with excitement, and her pink pussy lips looked so inviting. I couldn’t help but stare at her juicy pussy, feeling my cock throb even harder.

“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and leading her closer to the computer screen. “Let’s show Nusrat how good we can make each other feel.”

Preeti’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight of Nusrat’s naked body, her hand never stopping its sweet torment of my cock. I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Look at her,” I whispered to Preeti, pointing to the screen. “See how she does it?”

Preeti nodded, her eyes glued to Nusrat’s hand as it danced over her clit. She was mesmerized, and her hand on my cock was moving in time with Nusrat’s strokes. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, and the occasional squelch of wetness from Nusrat’s hand as it slid in and out of her pussy.

I stood behind Preeti, her hand still wrapped around my cock, and began to kiss her neck. She let out a little moan, and I knew she was enjoying it. I reached around and cupped her big, round boobs, feeling her nipples get hard under my thumbs. “Keep watching,” I murmured, “and keep playing with me.”

But I knew that I couldn’t stall for very long. I made Preeti get on all fours while facing the monitor.

“Spread your legs,” I instructed, my voice a mix of excitement and authority.

Preeti complied, and I stepped closer, my cock bobbing with anticipation. Her pussy was right there, begging to be touched, and I couldn’t resist. I slid my hand down her back and over her plump ass cheeks. She gasped as my fingers reached her wetness, and I began to rub her clit in the same rhythm that Nusrat was using on herself.

“Oh, sir,” Preeti moaned, her eyes never leaving the screen. Nusrat was really going at it now, her moans filling the room through the speakers. “It feels so good,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.

Nusrat, while watching us intently, grabbed a massive dildo and prepped herself for the show she knew we were going to give her. “Mmm, I want that,” Preeti murmured, her eyes on the screen.

I nodded, my cock throbbing in her hand. “Okay, let’s give her a show.” I whispered, and with that, I leaned down and kissed Preeti’s neck, making my way down to her back. Her skin was so soft, like a freshly made roti. I could feel her body tremble as I reached the top of her ass crack.

I reached down and spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, pink asshole. It was like a little button, just begging to be played with. “Look at me, Preeti,” I said, my voice low and demanding. She turned her head, her eyes glazed with lust.

Without further hesitation, I inserted my rod in Preeti’s tight pink pussy. Simultaneously, Nusrat inserted her massive dildo in her own cunt.

“Oh, sir,” Preeti gasped as I pushed into her, filling her up completely. Her pussy was so tight, like a glove made just for my cock. She was wet and warm, and I could feel her inner walls clenching around me as I started to move in and out of her.

Nusrat on the screen was grinding on her dildo, her big, fake boobs bouncing with every thrust. She was watching us closely, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’re doing so good, Preeti,” she encouraged, her voice filled with lust. “Keep going.”

I kept slamming my cock into Preeti’s tight cunt in the doggy position and she was screaming mercilessly. Thank God I shut the door beforehand. Otherwise, my neighbors would’ve definitely known that I was up to “something”.

“Oh, sir, it’s too much!” she moaned, but she didn’t sound like she wanted me to stop. In fact, she was pushing back into me, meeting every one of my thrusts with a grind of her own hips. Her big, round boobs were bouncing up and down with every stroke, and the sight was like a wet dream come to life.

I leaned over her, my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. “Keep watching Nusrat,” I whispered in her ear, “Let’s make her cum with us.” Preeti nodded; her eyes still glued to the screen. She was really getting into it now, her hips moving faster on my cock.

Nusrat’s moans grew louder, and I could see the muscles in Preeti’s hip tensing as she backed-up into me faster. “I’m going to cum,” she panted, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Are you going to cum with me?”

“Yes,” I grunted, feeling the pressure building in my balls. “Keep watching Nusrat. She’s almost there.”

Preeti’s pussy was moving so fast on my cock that I could feel the blood pulsing through it. Her eyes were glued to Nusrat’s hand as she rubbed her own clit. “I want to feel you cum inside me,” Preeti panted.

“What do you think, Nusrat? Should I cum inside her?” I asked.

Nusrat’s eyes glinted with mischief as she watched us. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Cum deep inside her. Make her scream for more.”

Her words were all the encouragement Preeti needed. She started to buck wildly against me, her hips moving even faster on my cock. I could feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter, her juices coating my shaft with every stroke. “I’m gonna cum,” she yelled, her voice echoing in the room. “I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Cum for me, Preeti,” I urged her, my voice thick with need. “Let it all out.”

Preeti’s pussy was moving like lightning on my dick, her grip tight and sure. She was so wet that her pussy was making the sweetest sounds with every thrust, like a symphony of pleasure. And as we watched Nusrat’s hand moving faster and faster on her own clit, Preeti’s breath hitched, and I knew she was close.

And with that, all three of us came simultaneously. Preeti’s pussy squeezed my cock like a vise, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm pulsing through her. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I emptied my load deep inside her, filling her up like a cup of tea.

On the screen, we watch Nusrat’s pussy gushing like geyser, her dildo was still buried deep inside her. She was moaning our names; her eyes never left our live cam feed. Preeti’s pussy was still wrapped around my cock, her own orgasm subsided. Her breaths were coming out in gasps, and she was looking back at me with a mix of shock and awe.

“Wow,” Preeti managed to say, her voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. She was still kneeling on the floor, her pussy pulsing around me. I leaned down and kissed her neck, her skin was hot and sticky with sweat. “That was amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

I pulled out of her, my cock still hard and covered in her juices. She turned to face me, her eyes shining with a newfound desire. “Thank you,” she whispered, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “Thank you for showing me something so beautiful.”

Preeti looked absolutely radiant, like she had just experienced a slice of heaven. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest was heaving with every breath she took. Her big, round boobs were bouncing slightly with every movement she made, and I couldn’t help but stare. “You’re welcome,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “But I think the real thanks goes to Nusrat.”

Preeti giggled and looked back at the screen, where Nusrat was still laying back on her bed, catching her breath. “Yes,” she agreed, her voice still thick with pleasure. “That was something else.”

Nusrat looked up at the camera with a knowing smile, her chest rising and falling with every breath. “I’m so happy I could help,” she said, her voice still a bit shaky from her own climax. “But don’t forget, you guys still owe me one.”

Preeti and I looked at each other, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock. “What do you mean?” I asked, a bit confused but also intrigued.

Nusrat leaned in closer to the camera, her massive boobs almost popping out of her bra. “I want you to both masturbate for me,” she said, her voice husky and full of desire. “I want to see how you pleasure yourselves.”

To be continued…

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My family consists of my parents, my elder brother, and myself. I am very close to my brother. My brother’s name is Karan, and my name is Arjun. He is older than me by 8 years. He got married to Anu. I got married to Lakshmi.

We 4 stay in the heart of the city in a duplex house. My parents stay on the outskirts of the city. They take care of farming. My bhabhi (sister-in-law) Anu worked as a techie. After marriage, she quit and remained a housewife. My brother is hardworking; he is the AVP of a bank.

My wife is a lecturer in college. She leaves at 7 in the morning and will be back by 5 in the evening. I run an online business, so I’ll be at home.

Many bitches and bastards were jealous of me and my brother staying together. They even tried to manipulate us and separate us. But because of the strong understanding between my wife and my bhabhi, we stay as a family.

This story is about our family. It isn’t important to know how it all started. This story is about Anu and Me.

I woke up slowly. The first thing I felt was the warmth of her lips around me. My eyes fluttered open. There she was, my bhabhi Anu, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her lips wrapped around my cock. She looked up at me, her dark eyes meeting mine, and I could see the hunger in them, the lust that had driven her to this moment.

“Bhabhi,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with sleep and desire. She didn’t answer, just continued to suck me, her tongue swirling around the tip, her hands gripping my thighs. I could feel myself hardening even more, my body responding to her touch, to the way she was taking me into her mouth.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she moved up and down my length. She moaned softly around me, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the pressure building, the need to release growing stronger with every passing second.

But then, just as I was about to tip over the edge, she pulled away, her lips slick with saliva, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I want to make you beg for it.”

I groaned, my cock throbbing with need. “Bhabhi, please,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “Don’t tease me like this.” She smiled that same smile that had driven me wild from the moment I first saw her.

“But teasing you is so much fun,” she said, her hands trailing up my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin. “You look so desperate, so helpless. I love it.”

I grabbed her wrists, pulling her up until she was straddling me, her heat pressing against my cock. “Then take what you want,” I growled, my voice rough with desire. “Stop playing games.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I had gone too far. But then she smiled again, that same wicked smile. She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine. “Oh, Arjun,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “I love it when you get like this. So dominant, so demanding.”

She shifted her hips, positioning herself over me, and then she sank, taking me inside her in one smooth motion. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, the tightness of her walls squeezing me, the heat of her body enveloping me.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her body riding mine with a rhythm that was both agonizing and exquisite. I could feel myself losing control, my hands gripping her hips, my thrusts matching her movements.

“Bhabhi,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. “You feel so good.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her voice a low purr. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you,” I gasped, my body trembling with the intensity of my desire. “I need you so much.”

She smiled, her lips brushing against mine. “Then take me,” she said, her voice a soft command. “Take me, Arjun. Make me yours.”

I flipped her over, pinning her to the bed, my cock still buried deep inside her. I could see the desire in her eyes, the way she was looking at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

I began to thrust, my movements rough and desperate, the need to release overwhelming me. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back, her moans filling the room.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Arjun. I’m so close.”

I could feel her walls tightening around me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. I thrust harder, faster, my release building. Finally, with a loud cry, she came, her body convulsing around me.

I followed her over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me, my body shuddering with the intensity of it. I collapsed on top of her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest.

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. Then she reached up, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “I love you, Arjun,” she whispered, her voice soft and sincere.

I looked down at her, my heart swelling with emotion. “I love you too, Bhabhi,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

She smiled, her eyes shining with tears. “Then promise me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Promise me that we’ll never let anyone come between us.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers. “I promise,” I whispered, my voice filled with conviction. “No matter what happens, we’ll always be together.”

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and I could feel the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart against my chest. At that moment, I knew that whatever happened, we would always have this connection. This love was stronger than anything else.

But as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our secret was about to be discovered. The fragile peace we had built was about to be shattered. And I knew that when it did, nothing would ever be the same.

The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted us apart. “Arjun? Karan? Are you home?” called a voice from the living room. It was my wife, Lakshmi.

Anu and I exchanged a panicked look. She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes, her hands trembling as she tried to dress. I quickly pulled on my pants, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes, we’re here,” I called, my voice shaking slightly. “We’ll be right down.”

Anu gave me one last look, her eyes filled with fear and longing. Then she slipped out of the room, disappearing down the hallway. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and then I followed her, my mind swirling with fear and desire.

As I walked down the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder how long we could keep our secret, how long we could continue to live this double life. But at that moment, I knew that I would do whatever it took to protect what we had. To keep her safe and to keep our love alive.

Because no matter what happened, she was mine, and I was hers, and nothing would ever change that. But as I walked into the living room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our time was running out, that the walls were closing in. Soon, we would have to face the consequences of our actions.

Lakshmi looked up at me, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay, Arjun?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle. “You look… off.”

I forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice steady. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

She nodded, but I could see the doubt in her eyes, the way she was studying me. I knew that she could sense that something was wrong, that she could feel the tension in the air.

“Is Anu here?” she asked, her voice casual, but I could see the flicker of suspicion in her eyes.

“She’s in her room,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. “She’s… resting.”

Lakshmi nodded again, but I could see the worry in her eyes. The way she was looking at me was like she knew that I was hiding something. I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could keep this up, how long I could keep lying to her, to everyone. But at that moment, I knew that I had no choice.

Because the truth would destroy everything, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. Not now.

As I stood outside Anu’s room, my fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the doorknob. The memory of Lakshmi’s flushed face, her breathless “Please, Arjun, I need to go now,” still lingered in my mind. I had made her cum three times, her body trembling beneath me.

Her nails clawed at my back as she moaned my name. But now, my focus has shifted to Anu. She was waiting, and I could feel the heat of anticipation building inside me. I opened the door quietly, slipping inside. Anu was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her skirt riding up just enough to tease.

She looked up at me, her dark eyes filled with a mix of mischief and desire. “You’re late,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been waiting.” Her lips curved into a playful smile, and I felt my cock twitch in response.

“Lakshmi came home early,” I explained, moving closer to her. “I had to… take care of her first.” Anu’s smile widened, and she uncrossed her legs, letting the skirt fall open just a little more. “Of course,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “We have a deal, don’t we? They come first. Always.”

Her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness to her words. This wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about control, about keeping our secret safe. I knelt before her, my hands sliding up her smooth thighs, pushing the skirt higher until it bunched around her waist.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the sight of her pussy, glistening and waiting for me, made my mouth water. “So eager,” Anu purred, her fingers tangling in my hair as I leaned in closer. “Let’s see if you can make me forget how long I’ve been waiting.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. My tongue flicked out, tracing the length of her slit, and she let out a soft gasp. I could taste her arousal, sweet and tangy, and it only fueled my hunger.

I buried my face between her legs, my tongue delving deeper, teasing her clit with quick, firm strokes.  Her hips bucked against my mouth, and I could feel her thighs trembling as I worked her over.

“Arjun,” she moaned, her voice breathless, her grip on my hair tightening. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” Her words spurred me on, and I settled into a rhythm, alternating between long, lingering licks and sharp, teasing flicks.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her body tensing her orgasm building. But then, just as she was on the edge, she pulled away, her hand pushing against my forehead. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice shaky but firm. “We have to save something for tonight.”

I looked up at her, confused and frustrated, but she just smirked, leaning down to kiss me. Her lips were soft, her tongue sliding against mine. I could taste myself on her. “You’re so good at this,” she murmured against my lips. “But we have to be careful. We can’t get greedy.”

I nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her. My cock was aching, throbbing with need, but I knew she was right. We had to stick to the plan to keep our partners satisfied so they wouldn’t suspect anything. Anu stood up, smoothing her skirt back down.

I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. “Go,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I left her room, my heart still racing, my body still on fire. The house was quiet.

Lakshmi was already gone. I could feel the weight of our secret pressing down on me. It was thrilling, intoxicating, but also terrifying. One wrong move, one slip-up, and everything could come crashing down. I walked back to my room. I thought about Lakshmi.

The way she had looked at me earlier, the way she had moaned my name. I had made her cum, made her forget about everything else. But I knew it wasn’t enough. I had to keep her satisfied, and I had to make sure she never doubted me. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt towards Anu.

She made me feel alive in a way Lakshmi couldn’t. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I sat up, my heart pounding again. It was probably Karan, who was home from work early.

I quickly composed myself, smoothing my hair and straightening my clothes, before going out to greet him. “Hey,” I said, forcing a smile as I stepped into the living room. He looked tired, his tie loosened, his hair slightly messy. But he smiled back, clapping me on the shoulder.

“Hey, Arjun. How’s it going?” His voice was warm and friendly, and I felt a pang of guilt. He trusted me, trusted us, and here I was, betraying him in the worst way possible.

“Good,” I lied, my stomach churning. “Just… working on some stuff.” He nodded, heading towards the kitchen. I followed him, trying to keep the conversation light.

But my mind was elsewhere, thinking about tonight. What would happen when everyone was asleep when it was just Anu and me again?

As we talked, I noticed the way Karan looked at Anu when she walked into the room. The way he smiled at her, his eyes filled with love. It made my chest ache and made me feel even more ashamed of what I was doing.

But then I caught Anu’s eye. The heat in her gaze was enough to push all those thoughts away. She wanted me, and I wanted her, and that was all that mattered.

Later that night, after dinner, after everyone had gone to bed, I found myself standing outside Anu’s door again. My heart was pounding, my palms sweaty, but I knew I couldn’t turn back now. I opened the door quietly, slipped inside, and found her waiting for me, just like before.

“I’ve been waiting,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down my spine. I moved towards her, my hands reaching for her. She met me halfway, her lips crashing against mine. The kiss was hungry and desperate, and I could feel the heat building between us, the tension finally snapping.

We fell onto the bed, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, our breaths mingling as we kissed. It was raw, primal, and I could feel the weight of everything we were risking in every touch, every moan. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It was just me and her, and the world outside didn’t exist.

“Arjun,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back as I thrust into her, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” Her words echoed in my mind. I could feel myself getting closer, the pleasure building until it was almost unbearable.

But then, just as I was on the edge, she pulled away, her eyes locking onto mine. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice shaking with restraint. “We have to save something for later.” I wanted to argue, to beg her to let me finish, but the look in her eyes stopped me. She was right, of course. We couldn’t get greedy.

I pulled away, my body aching with unfulfilled desire, and she smiled up at me, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “Tonight,” she promised, her voice low and husky. “We’ll have all night.”

I nodded, my heart racing. I knew that no matter how much it hurt to wait, it would be worth it. Because when it was just me and her, nothing else mattered.

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Coming to the incident which occurred over six months ago, her name is Sherlin (name changed). She is a model with 100,000 followers on Instagram.

I work in Bangalore and usually go to pubs alone every alternate week to spend my lonely time. Six months ago, I went to Koramangala Social.

It was a bustling Saturday night around 9 pm when I reached the pub. Since I was alone, I quickly got a seat, though it was a table for two.

After having one glass of beer, I stepped away to smoke a cigarette. When I returned, I saw a white girl sitting in my place. To describe her beauty, she was wearing a white, one-shoulder, off-shoulder dress with a deep V-neck, and her size appeared to be 34-34-36. As she was sitting in my place, I could see her clean cleavage line while standing. I went near her and said:

Kumar: “Good evening, madam! This is my seat.”

Sherlin: “Good evening! Oops, sorry. Please, take your seat.”

Kumar: “No worries, you can take the seat opposite mine. No one else is coming.”

Sherlin: “Thank you so much!”

Kumar: Meanwhile, I called the waiter and asked, “Could you please repeat my order, but two beers this time?”

After receiving my order, I asked, “Do you mind having a beer?” She replied, “No, thank you. I’m waiting for my friends to arrive shortly.”

One hour passed, and I had finished around four beers. I stepped away again for a smoke and offered, “Would you like to join me for a smoke?”

Finally, she accepted and said, “Yes, we can.”

Sherlin: “Thanks for the smoke. I’m Sherlin from Koramangala, and I’m a model and playback singer.”

Kumar: “Oh, good to hear! I’m Kumar from Marathahalli, working in software.”

Sherlin: “Nice to meet you, Kumar.”

Kumar: “Who have you been waiting for all this time?”

Sherlin: “I’m waiting for my friends. They’re stuck in traffic. They asked me to reserve a place, but they’ve been stuck for more than an hour now.”

Kumar: “Oh, that’s unfortunate!”

Sherlin: “Hey, I’m getting a call,” she said as her friends arrived.

Luckily, they found a seat behind mine with space for four.

Around 11:30 PM, the pub was about to close, so they played music for everyone to dance.

I felt a bit crazy and couldn’t dance properly after five beers. To my surprise, Sherlin offered, ‘Shall we dance together?’

Of course, I joined her. She understood my condition and offered her hand, and we danced together. We danced, hugged, and I placed my hands on her hips as we moved like a couple.

After her friends left, she stepped in and asked, “Hey, buddy, you seem like a really good guy. Can we connect on Instagram?”

Kumar: “Thank you! But how do you know I’m a good guy?”

Sherlin: “Hmm, you didn’t ask my name or anything personal, and you behaved respectfully while dancing. That impressed me.”

Kumar: (Thinking) I’m impressed by your looks, sexy. From her phone, I sent a request on Instagram and Snapchat, and she accepted immediately.

So, our conversations continued for about a month, and we talked a lot about work. I often complimented her on her outfits, which always turned heads.

One fine day, I sent a joke, and she giggled before asking me if I was a virgin.

I replied, ‘No,’ and said, ‘I am a sex story writer and often write about my own experiences from meeting strangers.’

She was surprised to hear that and asked for my link, which I shared. She seemed interested in reading my stories. When I asked for her feedback, she said ‘awesome’ with a cunning smile.

“Do you wish to have the same experience with me?” Sadly, I didn’t get a reply. After two days, she responded, ‘Yes, we can have very good fun, but with a condom.’

I was thrilled and promptly booked an OYO for the next day. When we entered the room, she was surprised to see the bed beautifully decorated with rose petals, just like a honeymoon suite.

She gave me a cute French kiss for around 25 minutes. I lifted her and put her on the bed, played with her nice, sweet, juicy lips with a tongue fight.

Meanwhile, I offered her DZIR Chocolate, which was a sex chocolate. We had it together and became horny around 20 minutes.

I usually don’t fuck immediately; I always prefer to eat like ice cream, like I was kissing her entire head and ears, licking her ear lobes, cheeks, and chin for around 20 minutes.

Slowly, I went down to her legs, kissed her toes, and licked her thighs. She was moaning, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hhhuuuuuu, KUMARRR, please fuck me now itself, please!”

I said a big “no” because I wanted to taste her very slowly, and again, I moved up and planted a soft kiss on her ears. Now, my fingers were playing on her boobs, and massaging them very slowly.

Slowly, I removed her top and poured honey on her navel and started to lick her navel with honey, not leaving a single drop, for around 20 minutes. Now, I could see her pants were fully wet, but I went on her left nipple and poured chocolate on it and started to lick her for around one hour, and also, I was massaging her right boobs. Again, on the next nipple for one hour. Finally, her entire boobs became full red like a porn star. She could not control herself now. She pulled down my jeans; I was fully erect, 7.5 inches, thick, curvy, pink dick.

She pushed me down and started to lick my nipples, which triggered me hornier, and I was super horny. She licked my juicy dick with honey for around 15 minutes. She then came on top of me and inserted my dick into her pussy in a cowgirl position, but it was without a condom.

I immediately told her, “No, Sherlin! I did not wear a condom; was it okay?”

“I am ready to take risks because you made me super horny after so long a gap of months. Let me enjoy your full dick, please.”

She was fucking in a cowgirl position with a huge moaning sound, and the room was filled with romantic sounds for 30 minutes. On the next moment, I went down and took a doggy position, which was easy for me.

Around 10 minutes, we fucked on a very fast pace, and we did orgasm at the same time, and I leaked mine on her big ass.

Immediately, I asked, “I want to lick your pussy, please, Sherlin.” She offered me a 69 position. We had a very good time on the 69 position, and she made a cum on the 69 position on my mouth itself.

After an hour of rest, we stepped out to the balcony with towels for a smoke. We had two cigarettes each.

I started fucking in the missionary position on the balcony itself because it was the 11th floor, so nobody could see us.

After some time, we stepped inside due to humidity, and she challenged me, saying, “Can you do 100 push-ups in the missionary position?” I immediately said, “OK,” but I lost after 75 pushes because I did orgasm and leaked on her boobs and sprayed on her mouth.

She licked my sperm completely. Finally, she said, “Word! Dear Kumar, your stamina is utmost superb, even though you’re lean, you have a super dick that made me satisfied. A big thank you for your dick; I love it,” and she kissed my dick.

On the same day, we fucked around five times, and I was completely exhausted. Now, we are not in touch as she left for Mumbai, but we have a sexting chat daily. I hope you liked my story. I apologize for any mistakes or long conversation.

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Mera naam Vineet hai. Pyar se log mujhe Vini kehte hai. Meri umar 24 saal hai, shareer gadraya hua hai, matlab bhara poora shareer hai mera. Rang ek-dum gora hai mera. Upar waale ne waise to mujhe ladka banaya hai. But mera shareer bilkul ladkiyon jaisa hai.

Mere boobs ka size 34B, kamar 32″, aur gaand 42″ ki hai. Ab aap samajh gaye honge ki kitna gadraya hua shareer hai mera. Mera maanna hai jab tak shareer ka maans hath mein na aaye, tab tak maza nahi hai.

Mere mummo par bahut logon ne muh maara hua hai. Main 18 saal ki umar mein apni gaand ki cherry pop karwa chuki hu. BTW main yahan ladki ban ke story likh rahi hu. Meri seal mere doodh waale Karim chacha ne todi thi. Unhone meri 2 saal tak zabardast chudai kari.

Uske baad to mujhe lund ka chaska lag gaya. Main 6 saal mein poori tarah se chudakkad ban gayi thi. Umar badhne se mere shareer par maans chadhne laga. Mere mummo aur meri gaand ki bahut logon ne sawari kari hai. Mujhe sajna bahut pasand hai.

Meri kamar par waist chain rehti hai. Neck par main lambi golden chain pehanti hu. Mere mummo ke bade size ki wajah se main shirt ke andar bra aur pant ke andar panty pehanti hu. Meri poori body itni soft hai, ki agar koi ugli bhi laga de zor se, to laal nishan pad jata hai. Mujhe floral push-up bra wear karna bahut pasand hai. Isse mujhe confidance milta hai. To doston seedhe story par aati hu.

Mera SI exam mein selection ho gaya. Maine police training camp mein training li. Fir meri joining Bihar state mein ek jile mein ho gayi. Maine police station mein duty join kari. PS mein 5 officer pehle se the. ek CI Narpat Singh, umar 43 saal, 6 feet height, gathila shareer. 4 constables – Hari (umar 34 saal), Karim (umar 39 saal), Naved (umar 32 saal), Mushtaq (umar 30 saal).

Jab maine join kiya to sab ne mera swagat kiya. Main police uniform mein thi. Meri uniform ek-dum tight thi, aur shirt se mere mumme saaf dikh rahe the. Meri gaand ki shape pant mein se ek-dum gadrayi hui lag rahi thi. Maine hatho mein bracelet pehna hua tha.

CI sahab ne mera welcome kiya aur rasmalayi khilayi mujhe. Sab log mujhe aankhen faad-faad ke dekh rahe the. CI sir ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aa gayi thi hai. Unhone sab ko bula ke bola, “Ye Vineet ji hai, SI post par join kiya hai. Sab log inko salute karo.”

Main CI sir ke bagal mein khadi hui thi. Sab ne mujhe salute kiya. Fir achanak se CI sir ka hath meri gaand par choo gaya. Maine unki taraf chaunk ke dekha, to unhone mujhe aankh maar di. Mere andar ki chudakkad ladki jaag gayi. Meri gaand par sir ka hath lagte hi khujli hone lagi. Mere nipple tight ho gaye.

Mushtaq CI sir ke muh laga tha. Maine un dono ko baat karte hue suna. Mushtaq, “Sir ye Vineet sir to ek-dum mast maal hai. Kya gadraya hua shareer hai sir ka. Mann karta hai abhi gaand ki sawari kar lu.”

CI sir bole, “Ye academy mein bahut charcha mein rehti thi. Bahut badi chudakkad hai. Iske mummo ki bahut tareef suni hai. Tu tension na le, bahut jaldi apne neeche hogi.”

Ye sun ke mere andar ke randi jag gayi, but maine apne par control kiya. Ek din main sir ke sath baithi thi. Sir ne bola, “Main tere ko Vini bulaunga.” To main sharma gayi. Fir wo bole, “Vini, almari se ek chor ki file nikaal lao.”

File almirah ke upar rakhi thi. Main stool par chadh gayi, aur file utaar di. Ye karte hue meri uniform ki shirt ka ek button toot gaya. Maine file sir ko de di. Wo meri shirt se mere mummo ki cleavage ko dekh rahe the. Ye dekh kar wo apne hontho par jeebh fer rahe the.

Mujhe pata nahi tha ki meri shirt ka button toot gaya tha. Meri cleavage mein golden chain fassi hui thi. Itne mein Mushtaq apne sath ek mujrim ko leke aaya. Uska naam Aslam tha. Mujhe dekh kar uski aankhen khuli reh gayi. Wo bola, “Kya maal aaya hai station mein.”

Ye sun ke CI sir gusse mein bole, “Saale madam ko aise bolta hai?” Sir ke muh se madam sunte hi main chaunk gayi. “Namaste kar madarchod.” Aur wo neeche zameen par baith gaya. Wo meri taraf hi baitha tha. Wo lagataar mere mummo ki taraf hi dekh raha tha.

Fir sir bole, “Vini ye Aslam bahut harami hai. Bahut chori karta rehta hai. Aaj iski peshi hai court mein. Tu isko Mushtaq ke sath court leke chali jaa.” Sir baar-baar mujhe ladki ki tarah treat kar rahe the. Mujhe ab bahut sharam bhi aa rahi thi, aur main garam bhi ho rahi thi.

Main boli, “Theek hai sir. Chalo Mushtaq chalte hai.” Mustaq ne sir ke paas jaake bola, “Sir Vini ke rasgulle choos ke aaunga.” Sir bole, “Theek hai.” Mustaq bola, “Sir ye Aslam bahut bada harami hai. Ye bhi lega Vini ki keh raha tha.”

CI sir bole, “Dekh lena.” ab hum teeno jeep mein baithe. Mushtaq driver seat par baith gaya. Fir wo Aslam ko bola, “Tu baith.” Aslam bola, “Sir Vini madam ko baithne do.” Uske muh se madam sun ke mujhe bahut gussa aaya, but main chup rahi.

Main beech mein baith gayi, aur Aslam meri bagal mein. Meri shirt ka button abhi bhi khula hua tha. Side se Aslam mere mummo ki taraf hi dekh raha tha. Maine Aslam ke hath pakde hue the. Wo meri soft gadrayi ungliyon ko daba raha tha.

Mujhe bahut gussa aa raha tha, but main kuch nahi kar saki. Fir Mustaq bola, “Madam aap apni taangein faila ke baith jao.” Aslam ne meri ungliyan daba ke meri shirt ke khule hue button mein ungliyan daal di. Main chaunk gayi. Wo apna poora hath meri shirt mein daal ke mere mummo ka dabane laga. Meri bra front open thi. Usne apne ek hath se bra open kar di, aur mere nipple masalne laga. Isse aage kya hua, aapko agle part mein pata chalega.

The years passed in a blur of stolen moments and whispered promises. Our bond grew stronger with each passing day. No one suspected a thing. Not my brother, Karan. He remained blissfully unaware of the secret that lingered between his wife and me.

Not my wife, Lakshmi, who returned home every evening to the comforting embrace of our family. And certainly not the children. They played and laughed, oblivious to the tension that crackled beneath the surface.

Anu and I had become experts at hiding our affair. We were careful, meticulous, and always one step ahead. When Lakshmi gave birth to our first child, I found myself drawn to her in ways I hadn’t expected.

The taste of her breast milk was intoxicating. Anu, ever the kinkier of the two, teased me mercilessly about it.

“Do you like it, Arjun?” Anu whispered one evening, her lips brushing against my ear as her hands worked their magic on me. “The sweetness of her milk, the way it coats your tongue.” Her voice was low sultry, and it sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but groan in response, my body aching for her touch.

After Lakshmi’s second child was born, she decided to spend a few weeks at her mother’s place to recover. That’s when Anu and I really let loose. With no one to interrupt us, we gave in to our desires, fucking each other with a reckless abandon that left us both breathless.

The risk of being caught only added to the thrill. Anu would moan softly as I thrust into her, her fingers digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Shh,” she’d whisper, her voice trembling as she tried to stifle her cries. “We have to be quiet.”

But I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. “Anu,” I’d groan, my voice barely audible, “you feel so good. I can’t stop.”

She’d pull me closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Then don’t stop. Just don’t let anyone hear us.”

And so we’d continue, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, the sounds of our lovemaking muffled by the soft hum of the baby monitor. It was risky and even dangerous, but somehow, that only made it more exhilarating.

Over time, our relationship evolved, becoming more than just a physical affair. We shared secrets, dreams, and fears, things we couldn’t tell anyone else. Anu was my confidante, my partner in crime, and, in many ways, my soulmate.

One evening, after a particularly intense session, we lay in bed, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Anu’s fingers traced patterns on my chest, her touch soft, almost reverent. For a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

“Arjun,” she whispered, her voice breaking the silence, “do you ever think about what would happen if they found out?”

I turned to look at her, my heart pounding in my chest. “All the time,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But we’ve been careful, Anu. We’ve made sure no one suspects us.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing. “I know. but sometimes I can’t help but worry. What if one day. what if we slip up?”

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, tilting her face up to meet mine. “We won’t,” I said firmly, my voice filled with determination. “We’ve come too far to let that happen. We’ll keep this secret, no matter what.”

She smiled then, a soft, sad smile that made my heart ache. “Promise me, Arjun,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll always find a way to be together.”

I pulled her closer, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. “I promise,” I murmured, my voice filled with conviction. “No matter what, we’ll always have each other.”

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, our bond only grew stronger. We were careful, always careful, but there were moments when the weight of our secret felt almost too much to bear.

One afternoon, while the kids were napping, I found myself in Anu’s room. My hands explored every inch of her body, my lips trailing hot kisses down her neck. She moaned softly, her nails digging into my back as I teased her, touching her in all the right places.

“Arjun,” she gasped, her body arching against mine, “you’re driving me crazy.”

I grinned, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling how wet she was for me. “Good,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “That’s exactly what I want.”

She moaned again, her hips bucking against my hand as I continued to tease her, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation, “I need you. now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled her onto my lap, my cock sliding inside her with ease, and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I thrust into her. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

“Arjun,” she moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure, “yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Arjun stirred awake, the warmth of the sheets still wrapped around him. He stretched, his muscles taut from the previous night’s exertion.

But as he opened his eyes, he was met with a sight that sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Anu stood at the foot of the bed, her silhouette illuminated by the sunlight. She was wearing something that made his breath catch in his throat—Lakshmi’s lingerie.

The delicate lace hugged her curves in all the right places, the sheer fabric revealing just enough to drive him wild. Her green eyes locked onto his, and a sly smile played on her lips.

“Good morning,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Arjun’s heart raced as he sat up, his eyes raking over her body. “Anu. what are you doing?” he managed to say, though his voice was thick with desire.

She stepped closer, the soft sound of her feet on the carpet echoing in the room. “I thought I’d surprise you,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding. “Do you like it?”

He swallowed hard, his cock already beginning to stir beneath the sheets. “You know I do. But. isn’t that Lakshmi’s?”

Anu tilted her head, her smile growing wider. “It is. Does that make it even more exciting for you?” She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest. “The thought of me wearing her things. knowing it’s forbidden. it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Arjun’s breath hitched as her fingers trailed down his torso, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It does.”

Anu climbed onto the bed, straddling him with a grace that left him breathless. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Then let’s make this morning unforgettable,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands moved to the hem of the lingerie, slowly lifting it over her head.

The fabric slipped off her body, revealing her bare skin beneath. Arjun’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her—her perfect breasts, her slender waist, the curve of her hips. He reached out, his hands trembling as they explored her body.

“Anu,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. “You’re so beautiful.”

She smirked, her hands moving to his shoulders. “And you’re all mine,” she said, her tone possessive. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Without waiting for a response, she lowered herself onto him, her warmth enveloping him in an instant. Arjun gasped, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move. Her rhythm was slow and deliberate, each motion sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his head falling back against the pillows. “Anu, you feel incredible.”

She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, the kiss filled with a hunger that neither of them could contain. Arjun’s hands roamed her back, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer.

“I want you,” she breathed against his lips. “All of you.”

Arjun’s hips bucked, driving himself deeper into her. “You have me,” he said, his voice strained. “Always.”

Anu’s movements became more urgent, her body grinding against his with a desperate need. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Arjun could feel himself on the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

“Arjun,” she moaned, her voice shaking. “I’m close. so close.”

He thrust into her with renewed vigour, his release just moments away. “Come for me, Anu,” he urged, his voice husky. “Let me feel you.”

Anu’s body trembled as she reached her peak, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out his name. Arjun followed suit, his climax crashing over him like a tidal wave. They clung to each other, their bodies entwined as they rode out the waves of pleasure.

As the intensity began to fade, Anu collapsed against his chest, her breathing heavy. Arjun wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both tried to catch their breath.

“That was.” Anu started, but her voice trailed off.

“Amazing,” Arjun finished for her, a satisfied smile on his face. “You never cease to surprise me.”

She lifted her head, her green eyes meeting his. “And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Arjun chuckled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Good. Because I don’t think I could handle it if you did.”

She kissed him softly, her lips lingering against his. “Then let’s make every moment count,” she whispered. “Before we have to face the world again.”

Arjun nodded, his heart swelling with a mixture of love and lust. “Deal.”

They lay together in silence, the sound of their breathing the only thing filling the room. But as the reality of their situation slowly crept back in, Arjun couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. The thrill of their affair was undeniable, but the risk was always there, lurking in the shadows.

“We need to be careful,” he said, his voice low. “If anyone finds out.”

Anu placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “We’ll be careful,” she assured him. “But for now, just focus on me.”

Arjun nodded, pushing his worries aside as he pulled her closer. For now, she was all that mattered. And he was determined to savour every moment they had together.

Arjun woke up to the sound of the front door closing. He glanced at the clock—7:15. Lakshmi had left for work, and Karan would have already headed to the bank. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the coffee machine in the kitchen.

He stretched lazily, the memories of the previous night still fresh in his mind. Anu had been bold, daring and irresistible. The way she had worn Lakshmi’s lingerie, how she had teased him. They had moved together as if they were the only two people in the world. It was intoxicating.

He got out of bed, his body still humming with the remnants of their passion, and made his way downstairs. The house smelled faintly of coffee and toast, and he could hear the soft clinking of dishes. When he entered the kitchen, he found Anu there, leaning against the counter, a steaming cup in her hands.

She was dressed in a simple yet elegant saree, her hair tied up in a loose bun. She turned when she heard him enter, her green eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice smooth and sultry. “Sleep well?”

Arjun smirked, walking over to her. “You know I did,” he replied, his voice low. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her waist. “And you?”

Anu tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I slept better than I have in a long time,” she admitted, her eyes never leaving his. “But I think I could use a little more energy this morning.”

Arjun’s smirk widened. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. “Is that so?” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “And how exactly do you plan on getting that energy?”

Anu let out a soft laugh, her hand resting on his chest. “Oh, I have a few ideas,” she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. “But I think you already know that.”

He did. And the thought of it sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. But before he could act on it, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made them both freeze. They pulled apart just as Lakshmi’s voice called out from the hallway. “Anu, did you see my scarf? I think I left it in the living room.”

Anu’s eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself. “I’ll check,” she called back, her voice steady. She shot Arjun a knowing look before slipping past him and out of the kitchen.

Arjun watched her go, his heart racing. The thrill of almost getting caught was electric, and it only fueled his desire for her. He moved to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup, his mind still on their earlier conversation. She’s playing with fire, he thought, and I can’t get enough of it.

When Anu returned a few minutes later, scarf in hand, Lakshmi was nowhere to be seen. She handed the scarf to Arjun, her fingers brushing against his in a way that was anything but accidental. “She’s gone,” she said softly. “It’s just us now.”

Arjun set the cup down, his eyes locking onto hers. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He stepped closer, his hands finding her hips. “Because I think we were in the middle of something.”

Anu smiled, her hands sliding up his chest. “We were,” she agreed, her voice a whisper. “And I don’t plan on stopping now.”

Arjun didn’t need any more encouragement. He kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a heated embrace. She kissed him back with equal fervour, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Every touch was electric, every movement charged with the tension of their secret.

He backed her against the counter, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, lost in each other, the world around them forgotten. But eventually, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway made them pull apart.

Anu glanced out the window, her eyes widening when she saw Karan’s car. “He’s back,” she whispered, panic creeping into her voice. “He’s not supposed to be back until tonight.”

Arjun’s mind raced. Think, think, he told himself. He couldn’t let Karan walk in on them like this. He quickly stepped back, adjusting his shirt as Anu smoothed her saree. “Go,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I’ll handle this.”

Anu nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. She hesitated for a moment, then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before slipping out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Arjun took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He grabbed his coffee and walked into the living room just as Karan walked through the front door. His brother looked tired, his tie loosened, and his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Hey,” Karan said, his voice weary. “I forgot some papers. Had to come back.”

Arjun forced a smile, his heart still pounding. “No problem,” he replied, his voice steady. “You left them here?”

Karan nodded, heading toward his study. “Yeah, it should just be on the desk. I’ll grab them and get out of your hair.”

Arjun watched him go, relief washing over him. That was close, he thought. Too close. But even as the panic subsided, he couldn’t shake the lingering desire for Anu. He wanted her—more than he had ever wanted anyone. And he knew that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

When Karan left a few minutes later, Arjun took another sip of his coffee, his mind already wandering back to Anu. He knew he should be careful that they were playing a dangerous game. But the temptation was too strong, the thrill too addictive. And he had no intention of stopping now.

He set the cup down and headed upstairs, his steps quick and purposeful. When he reached Anu’s room, he didn’t bother knocking. She was waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same fiery desire that mirrored his own. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and crossed the room, pulling her into his arms.

“We need to be more careful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “But right now, I don’t care.”

Anu smiled, her hands sliding up his chest. “Neither do I,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with promise. “Just focus on me.”

And he did. For now, she was all that mattered. And he was determined to savour every moment they had together.

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Welcome back, everyone. I am Aarav, from a small village in Rajasthan, India. I am 20 years old and have a normal body. This incident happened when I was 19 years old.

In the first part, my Mom helped me in different ways, like sucking my dick and letting me fuck her boobs. I even saw her fingering her pussy while she was sleeping next to me.

Next morning:

Me: “Mom, I need your help. I am having a boner.”

Mom: “I think it’s time to take things to the next level.”

Me: “What do you mean by that?”

Mom: “Son, as the doctor said, we need to try new stuff to satisfy you.”

Me: “Oh! What should we do now?”

Mom: “You can rub your dick on my pussy.”

Me: “Mom, are you sure?”

Mom: “Son, you need my help. I will do anything. you are my son.”

Then I started rubbing my dick on her pussy. The tip of my dick was moving in her pussy, but I was controlling myself, even though I wanted to fuck her now. I tried a lot, but it was not working.

Mom: “Son, if you want to push your dick in my pussy, you can do that.”

Me: “Are you sure, Mom?”

Mom: “Yes, son, you can. I will do anything to help you.”

Me: “Sure, Mom, here it goes in your pussy.”

I pushed my dick into her pussy. It was completely wet, and my dick was inside her in no time.

Mom: “Slow down. your dick is ripping my pussy from inside.”

Me: “Sorry, Mom, but it feels so wonderful inside your pussy.”

Mom: “Oh! My son, your dick is touching my uterus.”

Me: “Mom, I can’t believe I am having sex with you.”

Mom: “Me too, son. Fuck me, fuck your Mom.”

Me: “Yes, Mom, I am in love with your hot pussy.”

Mom: “I am going to cum. This is insane.”

We were having sex in the missionary position. I fucked her for another half hour, and she got her second orgasm.

Mom: “I can’t believe you are fucking me really good. You have been fucking me for an hour.”

Me: “Mom, let’s change position. I want to fuck you in the doggy position.”

Mom: “I am having another orgasm. Fuck me, son.”

Me: “Yes, Mom, with pleasure.”

Mom: “Son, your big dick is driving me crazy. Your dad never fucked me this long.”

Me: “I am going to cum, Mom.”

Mom: “Don’t stop. fuck me. Release your cum inside me.”

Me: “Yes, Mom, with pleasure.”

I released my cum deep inside her pussy. She was satisfied. After that, we ordered some food and coffee and had our breakfast.

Mom: “Son, your dad never fucked me like this. he is not interested in sex.”

Me: “Don’t worry, Mom, I will be your man now, but promise me you will let me fuck you whenever I want.”

Mom: “Yes, son, you can fuck me anytime you want. you are my man now.”

Me: “But what if Dad gets to know?”

Mom: “Don’t worry about him. I will take care of him.”

After having dinner, we went to the master bedroom, and Mom started sucking my dick. She even poured some melted chocolate on my dick and licked the chocolate from it. she was sucking it like a lollipop. She sucked my dick for 30 minutes.

Me: “Mom, I am going to cum.”

Mom: “I want to taste your delicious cum. cum in my mouth.”

Me: “Yes, Mom, here it comes. Drink my cum.”

Mom: “It’s a huge load of cum. I can barely swallow all of your cum.”

Me: “Mom, you are really good at sucking a dick.”

Mom: “Your cum is like cream, really delicious. Now it’s your turn to taste my pussy.”

Me: “With pleasure, Mom. I can lick you anytime.”

Mom: “Your dad doesn’t like to lick my pussy.”

Then I started licking her pussy. It was delicious. She got her orgasm in just 20 minutes. She was in love with my dick and tongue.

Mom: “Your dad was never able to give me an orgasm like that.”

Me: “My dad is stupid. your pussy is delicious. I can lick it all the time. even your cum is really tasty.”

Mom: “Fuck me, son. fuck your Mom.”

Then I started fucking her in the missionary position. she was moaning loudly. I never heard her moaning this loud with Dad. she was continuously saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, son, fuck your mother.”

I fucked her in the missionary position for 10 minutes, and she got her second orgasm. Then, we switched to the doggy position.

Mom: “Fuck me, fuck your Mom.”

Me: “Keep quiet, bitch, and enjoy your master’s dick.”

Mom: “Yes, I am your slave. fuck me, fuck me hard.”

I was fucking her from behind. I stopped for some time and started spanking her butt. she was screaming really loud. Then again, I started fucking her in the doggy position. After 20 minutes, she got her third orgasm.

After that, I fucked her in the flatiron position for a few minutes before getting my first orgasm. I released my cum deep inside her pussy.

Then she sucked my dick and cleaned the cum from it. Then I fucked her for half an hour in the corkscrew, pretzel dip, and leapfrog positions. She got 6-7 orgasms. we were really tired and went to sleep as soon as we finished.

The next day, my dad was back in the evening. Mom had already told him about me, but she had not told him that she was having sex with me.

It was night. I was watching TV in my room. Suddenly, I went to the kitchen to get water and heard some sounds from my parents’ room. My dad was fucking Mom in the missionary position. Dad got her orgasm in just 2-3 minutes.

Mom: “You always do this. you never satisfy me.”

Dad: “I am tired. I need to go out of town again tomorrow. Good night.”

Mom: “Go to hell. you don’t love me.”

Dad: “Then find someone else.”

Mom: “Okay, I will.”

Dad didn’t reply and went to sleep. He left the house early in the morning. He didn’t even meet me. Mom came to my room to serve me tea, woke me up, and told me, “Your Dad is gone.”

After that, my parents got divorced, and I got married to my Mom, and we even had a boy together.

This was the second part of my story. Hope you liked it. Please share your views in the comments.