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This story is sequel of the the series ‘Ashok Fucks Mom Again!,’ and you are reading eposide 5 of the series.

The car lurched forward. My eyes snapped open. My skin was damp with sweat, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts. “Sorry, slept away. Saw a bad dream,” I muttered, rubbing my face as I tried to steady my breathing. “How far are we?”

Dad kept his eyes on the road, his expression calm. “Not far now,” he said, his voice even, unaware of the turmoil still twisting in my stomach. Dad had come to pick me up from the University campus. I was lost in an absolutely weird nightmare.

I hesitated, then asked, “How is Ashok? Where is he?”

Dad sighed, his hands tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “He’s waiting at home with Mom. Actually, he helped a lot. He waited in a long queue to get your admission, Saajan. He was told no many times, but he still didn’t budge.”

I frowned, staring ahead. “Why would he do that? He’s not family.”

Dad let out a small chuckle. “Ashok has always been more than just an employee, Saajan. He’s been my right hand in business, sacrificing so much to keep things running when I couldn’t. He’s loyal, hardworking, and has never once let me down. Without him, I don’t know how I would have managed all these years.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “But why?”

Dad shook his head. “He never married. Said he didn’t need to. Maybe work was his family. Maybe we were.” His voice softened. “He’s been there for us in ways you don’t even realise. Always watching out for your mom and you.”

My heart melted a little. I started thinking—should I tell Dad about his affair with Mom? Or was I being too harsh? The dream was too much to digest.
Was the dream telling me something?

The image of Ashok pulling Mom down, bare in his arms, was fresh in my mind.  Its weight sat heavy in my chest, refusing to fade.

We reached the parking area. As the car slowed, that last part of the dream came flooding back. Dad entered the house, confused and silent, while Ashok and Mom were making out naked in the bedroom. That moment, raw and shocking, flashed through my head like a lightning strike.

We entered the lift just as a delivery guy stepped in with us. He smiled politely, a man in his late twenties with a slight Malayali accent. Dad made small talk with him—something about the traffic and the heat.

It wasn’t until the delivery guy got off our floor and walked toward our door that I realised: the delivery was for us. At the entrance, my eyes immediately fell on Ashok’s shoes—the same ones from my dream. I said nothing.

Mom opened the door, smiling, dressed in a soft, flowing maxi. She looked radiant, freshly showered, a little too perfect. Ashok was on the sofa, sipping tea. He looked up and greeted us warmly. I nodded, trying not to stare too long.

Dad took the bag from the delivery guy, opening it curiously. “Seems like we brought your order!” he said with a slight grin, pulling out containers. Then something else caught his eye. A small packet. He paused. “You ordered groceries too?”

As Mom looked briefly at Ashok, something clicked in my mind. The order wasn’t hers. It was his. Dad held up a packet of sanitary pads. He turned to Mom. “You’re on your period?”

Mom blinked, caught off guard. Her eyes flicked quickly to Ashok. He didn’t speak—just gave the tiniest nod.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice steadying. “It started this morning.”

Dad sighed, mildly annoyed. “So no fun tonight, huh?” He chuckled, shaking his head, placing the bag aside. Then he leaned in and hugged her, pulling her close.

He gave Ashok a side hug, too, friendly, familiar, before walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

“Ashok, Saajan—go unpack the food,” he said, waving his hand. “I want a moment with my wife.”

We lingered for a second, unsure. He looked back at us. “Come on, what are you looking at? Go. Unpack.”

We got the cue. We moved to the kitchen, but my mind stayed at the door.
Why did Mom lie? Why did she order pads? Was it just an excuse? Ashok walked ahead of me, his pace a little stiff. Something about his expression felt unsettled, like he was holding something back.

As we moved toward the kitchen, I thought I heard faint whispers and the soft sound of lips brushing skin. I turned instinctively toward the hallway. From where I stood, I could make out Dad on the sofa, holding Mom close. Her shoulders were bare now.

He had eased her dress down gently, his hand brushing aside the strap of her bra. He kissed her skin with quiet hunger. His mouth moved lower, lips tracing her collarbone, then finding her breast. He kissed her gently, and his lips lingered around her nipple.

Mom seemed caught in the moment, her hands resting on his arms. Trying to hold on, to balance between surrender and resistance. Then, she softly kissed his cheek and slowly rose from the sofa. Dad followed her toward the hallway.  She adjusted the top of her maxi, buttoning it quickly.

He caught her by the waist and leaned in again. This time, he pounced on her lips and kissed. Just then, Ashok re-entered the room from the kitchen. His gaze landed on them. He didn’t say a word.

But something in his eyes dimmed. A quiet disappointment that barely showed but somehow felt louder than anything else in the room.

For the rest of the evening, Dad stayed close to Mom. He kept touching her boobs, whispering things that made her smile. At dinner, he fed her small bites from his plate. It was clear—he was horny and couldn’t contain his enthusiasm of sleeping with his wife that night.

Ashok barely spoke. He sat at the dining table, gripping his whiskey glass. He didn’t look at anyone, especially not Mom. After dinner, he went to the bar room and kept drinking, smoking one cigarette after another.

I went to my room, focusing on my notes for my presentation the next day. I tried to block out everything else. Around midnight, I heard a soft knock. The door creaked open. Ashok stood there, smelling of whiskey and smoke. He swayed slightly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Wanted to use the loo. The tap in the bar isn’t working.” I nodded. He stepped in but didn’t move right away. He looked at me, his eyes tired. Then he asked, “Are you not missing your mom?” I didn’t answer. He took a step closer. “Come with me. Silently.”

A strange feeling crept over me. But I followed him, leaving my books scattered on the bed. The house was quiet, except for the hum of the fridge. Instead of heading back to the bar room, Ashok walked toward Dad’s bedroom. My breath caught as I realised where he was going.

He stopped outside their door, hesitating for just a second before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. Mom lay there, wrapped in soft sheets, her body barely covered by a bra and underwear.

Beside her, her dad slept soundly, oblivious. Ashok pulled the sheets back inch by inch, revealing bare skin. His fingers brushed the waistband of her panties, but there was a challenge—her anklets. The tiny silver bells threatened to betray him.

Slowly, carefully, he worked them down, pausing each time the metal jingled. Finally, they slid off, pooling at her ankles. He kneeled to smell her crotch, partly shaved, dark pink and untouched by Dad. The period trick had worked. His mouth made a small bite on the clitoris and sucked a bit of her juice.

She stirred, murmuring in half-sleep, but he was already moving. He bent forward, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, the other gripping her thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifted her onto his shoulder. Her belly pressed against him, full breasts brushing his back.

Her head hung down behind him, hair spilling in wild waves. His hands secured her beneath the curve of her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs. The shift in position made her cheeks part slightly, revealing the darker skin. A faint trace of hair framed the intimate space.

She was chubby there, plush and perfect in his grasp.  With careful, steady steps, he carried her through the hallway to my room. “Not again! Not in my room,” said my mind. He laid her down amidst the disorder. Her body sinking into the soft mattress, my notes and pages rustling beneath her.

His body hovered over hers as his tongue claimed her, deep and unrelenting. His teeth tugging at her lips, nipping, teasing. His hands weren’t gentle. They roamed over her body, cupping, kneading, and squeezing. He found her breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He pulled down the old-fashioned bra, exposing her fully to him. She stirred more, her breath shifting, a soft moan escaping as her body started to respond. He was shirtless, his muscled chest pressed against her. His lungi hung loosely at his waist.

He kissed down her neck, biting and marking her, his fingers gripping her with an almost possessive hunger. When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into hers. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her perky brown breasts rising and falling in rapid breaths.

Without a word, he untied his lungi, letting it slide down, his boxers following. His fingers found her jaw, tilting her face upward. “Open,” he murmured, voice thick with need. She hesitated, but there was no time to second-guess.

His other hand moved downward, fingers brushing over his taut skin before curling around the thick length of his dick. He drew it out, already glistening, heavy with his leaking piss. I had always secretly watched Mom feeding on Ashok’s piss.

But this time, I was just in the same room, witnessing everything. Mom whispered a bit in Ashok’s ears to ask me to leave. Ashok’s long, thick tool had already leaked, and he barely cared if I watched. The first warm beads had landed on her chest, streaking her skin in thin rivulets.

She exhaled, hollowing her cheeks, as he pressed his shaft on her tongue. There was something musky about his piss that she couldn’t stop herself. The gush of yellow liquid was too fierce. She wasn’t prepared to relish her favourite drink in the middle of the night.

She sputtered, some of the pee escaping, trickling down her chin. It dripped onto my notes beneath her, staining the open pages, the ink blurring as the liquid soaked in. The bed grew damp, a dark patch spreading across the sheets.

Ashok finally eased back, releasing her jaw, and she jerked upright, coughing, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. He chuckled, brushing his lips against hers, voice low and teasing. “I couldn’t wait till evening to steal you away from your husband.”

She barely said anything, but smiled. “If you two are gonna keep doing this, at least let me buy some condoms so I don’t end up with a sibling.” I had to intervene. “ And yeah, you guys destroyed my notes.” Ashok laughed, tossing a pillow at me. “Smart kid. Go get them. And take your time.”

With a groan, I rolled my eyes and left. But by the time I returned, they were already lost in each other again. The sight that greeted me was raw and undeniable. Ashok had already towered on mom, his cock sliding in and out. The cum already oozing out of her pussy and dripping on the bed sheets.

He was sweating, his belly wobbling as he fucked, while mom’s thighs quivered, giving in as always. As Ashok saw me, he paused. He leaned in, his thick moustache brushing Mom’s face. His tongue shoved into her mouth, wet and rough, forcing her lips apart.

She choked a little, swallowing his saliva as he kissed her deep, messy. His teeth caught her nose, biting quick and sharp, then her lip, nipping till it swelled red. She whimpered, face scrunching, but took it. Dad was obviously a gentle kisser, but Mom was never so easy with him as she was with Ashok.

I had passed out in my chair, waking up groggy at 6 a.m. The room was tidied—bed made, notes stacked. There was no sign of the mess Ashok and Mom had left. They were gone. I stumbled into the hallway, ears pricking at low murmurs from Dad’s room.

Peeking in, I saw Dad sprawled on the bed, still out cold, his chest rising slowly. A half-empty whiskey glass sat on the side table. The sharp smell of it lingered, just as the one Ashok had been chugging last night. Did they slip him something to keep him under?

Mom stood near the bed, fully dressed in her maxi, her braid messy, eyes wide and scared. Ashok loomed over her, his hairy chest bare, a freshly draped towel loose around his thick waist. “Come here, Revaaa,” he rasped, voice thick with want, grabbing her wrist.

She flinched, glancing at Dad, but Ashok didn’t care. His rough lips crashed into hers—smack—wet and loud, his moustache scraping her skin. “Ashok, no, chetta… he’s right there,” she whispered, panicked, her eyes darting to Dad’s sleeping form.

Each kiss she gave back was quick, nervous, her bangles clinking softly. She pushed at his hairy shoulders. But Ashok growled low, “He won’t wake, shhhh,” and shoved her down onto the bed, right beside Dad. Her maxi bunched as she hit the mattress, her chubby thighs trembling.

He yanked the fabric up to her waist, the petticoat tangling with it. Baring her sweaty hips and that half-shaved pussy, still slick from last night. His towel dropped in a heap, his dark, hairy cock swinging free, already hard and leaking.

“Gonna fuck you quiet,” he muttered, climbing over her, his pot belly brushing her stomach. He pinned her wrists above her head, hairy thighs forcing hers apart. She bit her lip, stifling a whimper. Her eyes locked on Dad’s face—peaceful, clueless, inches away.

Ashok thrust in hard, no warning, his cock sinking deep. His hairy ass flexed with each pump, slow and deliberate. Her pussy gripping him tight, her clit swollen and red under the pressure. “Ummff,” he hissed, breathing hot on her neck, kissing her again—mwah—messy, his saliva streaking her chin.

Mom’s breath hitched, a choked “Ayyo…” slipping out, her body rocking under him, torn between fear and giving in. Her anklets jingled faintly, muffled by the sheets, her nails digging into his dark, hairy buttocks. I stood frozen. Then, Dad stirred.

A low groan rumbled from his throat, his arm twitching, shifting toward Mom. Her eyes went wide, terror flashing as Ashok kept thrusting, oblivious, his cock buried deep. “Ashok, stop—he’s moving!” she gasped, voice a desperate whisper.

Dad’s head lolled, eyes still shut, but his hand slid closer, brushing her arm. What the hell happens now?

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Hi friends, I am Ramya. I am 28 years old, 5’6″ tall with measurements of 34-28-33. I am married to Rohit, who is 5’8″. We got married a year ago and moved to our own apartment in Bangalore last month. The apartment is new, and there are only two apartments on each floor. I used to work as a schoolteacher when I lived in Hyderabad, but I have quit my job and am currently between jobs. I am also a trained yoga practitioner. Rohit is a software engineer and works for a big multinational company.

Our neighbors are Swathi and Rahul. Swathi works in a software company, and Rahul is a journal editor and social media influencer. Swathi is also 5’6″ and has the same body type as me, and Rahul is 6′ with a good build. They also moved in last month. Since they arrived, we have gotten along very well. We have had breakfast, lunch, and dinner at each other’s houses and have gone out together quite often. Rohit and Rahul have become really good buddies and go out drinking very often.

I grew up in a village and moved to town for studies, so I usually wear sarees. Swathi, on the other hand, grew up in Mumbai and always wears western clothing. Both Rahul and Rohit are from Hyderabad and are quite open and modern in their dressing styles. Hanging out with Swathi, I got used to wearing skirts and tops and other dresses. But at home, I am always in sarees.

Rohit’s job involves business travel, which is usually 2-3 days long. And whenever he travels, I spend most of my time at Swathi’s house, especially when Swathi has work from home. Rahul is mostly at home as he works from home and goes to visit a few client offices when needed. Swathi works Monday to Friday at the office but can take work from home one or two days a week.

Rohit is very good in bed, and we have sex 3-4 times a week. Swathi told me that Rahul needs sex every day and tries a lot of kinky stuff. Swathi and I always talk and make jokes about Rahul’s craziness. Rohit is the opposite; he is very normal but witty. He cracks very good jokes at our parties.

Today, Rohit came home, and we had awesome sex. And then, he told me he may have to go on a long trip to Germany for about 3-4 months. I felt very sad and insisted that I would come along, but due to time limitations, I would not be able to get a visa. He has to go in two weeks’ time. I was very sad, and I was talking to Swathi about it. And she was like, “You can come and live with us if you are bored,” and comforted me a lot. So, the next two weeks completely went by in shopping for winter in Germany. Both Swathi and Rahul also came along for shopping and were always very supportive. So, the two weeks passed by very soon, and it was time for Rohit to go to Germany.

All four of us went to the airport in Rahul’s car, and I cried a lot when Rohit was leaving. Swathi hugged me and consoled me a lot. Rohit also spoke to them and asked me to take care of myself. After Rohit went inside, Rahul insisted we have hot chai and go back as it is quite cold in Bangalore too. We all went and had a good chai at the airport and headed home.

While we were going home, two guys on a two-wheeler started following us when we were almost near home. Initially, Rahul did not tell us as we would get scared. But then ultimately, he could not control it and asked us to take note of their vehicle number and keep the police number handy if they don’t leave us alone. They were observing us and tried to get close to the car many times, saying something in Kannada, but we could not understand. We got really scared and reached our apartment as fast as possible.

All this was too much to take. So, Swathi and Rahul insisted that I sleep in their apartment tonight. Rohit also called when his security check got over and insisted that I sleep with them tonight. I also agreed and told them I would change into my night clothes and come over. This is the first time I am staying over in someone else’s house.

I wore a white nightgown that comes till my knee, and it has buttons on the front side up till my neck. I went to their home, and I noticed they both changed into their night clothes already. Swathi was in her nightgown, which was much shorter than mine and showed off ample cleavage. Rahul was in his boxers and vest.

Their home is much hotter than my house as they run a small heater to avoid the cold. So, I instantly felt hot when I went into their house. Swathi was also commenting on my gown and saying, “How can you wear such a thick gown and button up till neck?” I said, “I will adjust,” and went to drink water.

Swathi showed me the guest room, which has a double bed, but there is no washroom inside. So, I needed to use the common washroom, which is outside the room. Swathi and Rahul stay in the next room. So, if I need to go to the washroom, I need to pass by their room and go to the other side.

Rahul came inside the guest room while Swathi was showing the room and showed me earplugs in the bed drawer if I needed them with a wink. I was not understanding initially. And then, Swathi slapped him on his bum in a funny way, and that’s when I understood that they would have sex that night, and it may be loud. And I gave a smile too. I was tired from all the crying and anxiety, so I told them I’ll sleep off. They bid good night, and they left the room. I closed the door and removed my inners and unbuttoned a few of my top buttons as it was hot.

As I fell asleep, I heard my phone ring, and it was Rohit checking on me and told me he is boarding the flight. Due to this break of sleep, I had an urge to pee. I looked into my phone, and it was showing 2 am already. I opened the door very slowly so that I wouldn’t disturb Swathi and Rahul. I went out and noticed Swathi’s room was not closed completely, and there was no light. I just thought they don’t bolt their room generally. And I walked by to the common washroom. I relieved myself and came out. And I was walking to the kitchen to drink water. That is where I met Rahul. He was not wearing a vest and was only in his boxers, and he was checking out the drawers for something.

He was alarmed to see me in the dim light that was coming out of the kitchen window. He asked me if I was not getting sleep, and I told him Rohit called, and that woke me up, and I had gone to the washroom. He said he was feeling hungry and was trying to find the cookie packet they had. I asked him if I should cook something for him as I was aware of his kitchen since Swathi and I cooked many times in their kitchen. He was hesitant, but I insisted. He thanked me and said anything should be okay. I realized he was looking at my cleavage, and that’s when I realized I was not wearing a bra. And I opened three buttons on the gown to let some air in. I was feeling odd, but I let it go as it might be odd to adjust now.

I told him I can cut some fruits and give them as it’s too late for a heavy meal. He was happy with my suggestion. I moved into the other corner of the kitchen to take out the fruit basket. And at the same time, he was coming out to the other end of the kitchen. Since it was a small kitchen, my hand brushed through his bare back. I felt jolted for a second, but I composed myself and picked up the fruit basket and was cleaning apples. I told him I’ll make him an apple salad. And he was standing near the entrance and nodding his head. He was thanking me a lot and asked sorry for all the noise. I was not understanding, and later by his smile, I got it that he was referring to his sex session. But I replied to him saying, “I fell asleep, and I couldn’t hear a thing,” and we both laughed.

He was asking some random questions like what I will do to pass my time, etc., while I was cutting the fruits for him. I just answered that, “I will read books or watch movies and maybe practice yoga.” I finished cutting the fruits and gave him the plate. I cleaned up the cutting board and kept things in place. Rahul asked me to join him in the drawing room till he finishes his fruits and asked me to have some. I was also a little hungry as I did not eat my dinner properly. I went to the drawing room, and he turned on the dim smart light. I asked him if Swathi slept off, and he smiled and said she is tired like hell after their session and dozed off. I gave a smile and said, “Good for her.”

I was sitting in the sofa chair, and he sat on the sofa. We both chatted for about 10 minutes, and then we went to the rooms and slept.

The next day morning, I woke up around 7, wore my inners, and then went to the washroom. I noticed both of them were asleep. I came out, opened the main door, took out the milk, and boiled the milk. I prepared the filter coffee and was waiting for them to wake up. About 8 am, Swathi woke up and came out and hugged me, saying, “Good morning.” Her left boob almost popped out of her gown. I covered it and winked at her, saying she had a good one last night.

Swathi laughed and said, “He is a monster,” and showed all the hickeys. We both poured ourselves coffee and sat in the drawing room and spoke for about an hour when Rahul woke up. Swathi went and got him a coffee. Rahul hadn’t worn a top still. He has a very nice body and loves to show it off, I guess. Swathi acted normal, and I feel it is normal to be like this for him. His abs were eye candy for me, not that I am attracted or something.

Swathi was saying I should try her nightgowns as she bought too many last time they went to the Maldives. Rahul also joined and said I should make myself comfortable, and we are all adults. I just laughed and ignored them. I excused myself and went back to my apartment. I took a nice bath and wanted to prepare breakfast. I called Swathi and said I’ll bring them breakfast, and they happily agreed. I made them poha and chai. I changed into a saree and went to their house with food and chai. We all sat and ate together. Swathi also got ready to leave for the office, and Rahul was ready to go out. I came back to my apartment and was relaxing with TV.

In the afternoon, I cooked some lunch for myself and was relaxing. That’s when I heard my doorbell ring. I opened the door, and it was Rahul; he just stopped by to check up on me. I let him in and asked him if he had lunch, and he said he will go back and order. I told him to wait, and I brought him lunch. He appreciated my cooking skills a lot and complimented my treatment. He sat with me to finish the movie I was watching, and he told me he will go and take a nap. After he left, I also took a quick nap. I woke up at 4:30 and had my tea. I was also reading some articles on my laptop and noticed a few WhatsApp messages from Rahul asking for a chai break. But it was also an hour since he messaged, so I ignored it for now.

Around 6 pm, Swathi came home and asked me to join them for dinner as she would cook something. I told her, “I will come around 7 pm.” I wore the same saree and went to their house. Swathi was in an evening gown, and Rahul was in his shorts and tee. I apologized to Rahul, saying, “I did not notice the messages.” He was okay with it and gave a smile. Swathi prepared a nice pulav and raita, but she insisted we have some vodka shots to begin with. I was not in the mood, but I agreed to stay cordial. We had one shot initially and started watching TV. And then, slowly, Rahul poured one more, and Swathi another, and it went to 5 shots. And finally, they both called it off.

Finally, we all watched some comedy show on TV and had our food. I was a little buzzed, and not sure of the other two, as they looked normal to me. Since it got dark at the time, Swathi was insisting on me putting on her nightgown instead of mine that I wore yesterday. After multiple times of insisting, I agreed and went to the guest room to change. It was a small gown, and it hardly covered half my thighs. If I were to bend, someone could see my ass, and my boobs would be exposed mostly. My bra was not suiting in this as it was padded, and it was looking odd. Still, I kept it on to avoid showing cleavage and bare skin.

I came out of the room with a lot of courage, and Rahul was ogling at me. He said, “The bra does not do justice to that dress, and your red panty is too exposed over the fabric.” Swathi was also saying the same thing and said I better remove the bra; else, it looks stupid. She also said, “It is only your friends here; no one will judge you as we are all adults.” I was very, very shy, but I finally did what they wanted. I removed my bra and panty and walked out in that gown. I am sure they could clearly see my black nipples and dark patch below in this thin fabric.

Swathi, who also changed into similar attire in red color, came and hugged me. And Rahul, who was watching us from far, said he would join the hug too. And he came along and hugged both of us. I could feel his strong arms around my shoulder and his strong legs around my hips. I was too shy. It was only 8:30 pm and still 2 hours until we would go to sleep. Rahul told me I look so hot in front of Swathi, and both of them laughed. I have much bigger boobs and booty than Swathi, and I look sexy in this dress. I was so uncomfortable; I just cannot express in words. And yet, I was so high with this alcohol in my body and the heat in their house that nothing mattered.

They said we play dumb charades next. I was thinking in my head, “This could be better, and my uncomfortableness might reduce.” Maybe I should explain their seating in the drawing room; it is a low-level seating like with a lot of cushioned sofas. So, if someone is sitting in the sofa and another person is standing, they can easily see under the skirt if they are close by.

The first trial was Swathi; she came to me, and I gave her the movie “Karan Arjun.” She stood near the sofa, and we could almost see her private parts, but not very clearly. However, I thought that since my bum is a little bigger, the dress would be higher compared to hers. So, they could see my pussy if I stood close. Therefore, I was calculating where to stand. She struggled to answer, but with some help, Rahul was able to guess it.

Next was Rahul’s turn; I gave him an even harder one, “Zanjeer.” The way he was standing, I could easily make out his penis from his boxers, and that was exciting me. His boxers were too short and loose. And if he got high, his dick would come out of the boxers. All these thoughts were making me excited. Rahul, after several trials, gave up as Swathi could not guess it.

Next was my turn, and Rahul wanted to give a name to me. I went to him, and he held my waist and whispered into my ear the movie name “Jism.” I could feel his lips on my earlobe. I felt a current pass into my body, and I was feeling even more wet down there. I composed myself and went to a chair, which was a little far, and enacted the famous pose by Bipasha, and Swathi guessed it immediately. I thought in my mind that I escaped a close-up peekaboo moment.

Next, it was Swathi’s turn, and Rahul gave her the name “Baazigar” and squeezed her boobs while whispering. And she immediately looked in my direction, and I gave a wry smile. Swathi immediately slapped him on his bum and laughed. I could notice his dick slowly rising and making a tent in his boxers. The mood in the room was very sexy, and it was only 9 pm.

Swathi went and enacted the poster like I did, of Shah Rukh Khan with a gun and Kajol and Shilpa Shetty by either side. And I guessed it immediately. Next turn was Rahul, and he came near me, and my heartbeats were high; I held his face so that he does not do anything, and then whispered the movie “Ghulam.” And he enacted Aamir Khan, and Swathi guessed it in a minute.

Now, it was my turn again; I went to Swathi, and she gave the movie name “Rangeela” and brushed her hand against my bums, lifting my skirt a little, and made it look accidental. But I felt it was very much intentional. I acted like Urmila in a sensual dance move and forgot that I was lifting my gown up in doing so, and Rahul jumped with the name “Rangeela.” And I could clearly see his dick make a good tent. I was feeling awkward and said, “This is enough,” and “we can go and sleep.” Swathi said she wants to play more, and Rahul also supported her. I was dying in shyness, hotness, and these mixed feelings were killing me. I said, “Okay, we will continue, but I’ll go pee and come.”

So, I went to the common washroom and relieved myself and wiped the wetness and came back. I still noticed the tent on Rahul’s boxers. Then, Swathi said it’s her turn. She came to me, and I gave her the name “Andaaz,” and she struggled for a while, but Rahul got it. Now Rahul came to me, and I again held his face and told an easy one, “Main Hoon Na,” to finish the game sooner. He could easily do the famous mannerism, and Swathi guessed it.

Next came my turn, and I was going to Swathi, and Rahul pulled me to him, and I almost lost balance. He held me by my waist and gave the name “Damini,” and I was caught off guard as I could not enact it properly. Then, I split it into two words. After a long time, Swathi got it. By now, Rahul turned on some club music and adjusted the smart lights to dim and wanted to dance. He held Swathi’s hands and pulled her close to him and started dancing and pulling her gown high. Her nice bums were clearly seen, and I could see the wetness in her pussy. His dick was now so hard, and he was rubbing it on her body.

I was just staring at them and swaying my body. Then, Swathi pulled me into the middle and was dancing with me. Then, unexpectedly, Rahul came from behind and they sandwiched me in between them. I could feel his dick on my back, and I could feel her boobs on my boobs. We danced like that for a few minutes. He was turning both of us around him. His hands brushed my boobs, and I felt so high. Suddenly, Swathi got so high that she started smooching Rahul. And I just kept dancing alone. She realized the awkwardness and took him into the room.

I was so high that I sat on the sofa and got my AirPods and called Rohit. Now, I didn’t bother about my dress as my pussy was exposed to the air, and my finger was playing with the sweet spot. Rohit luckily finished his work and was just out of the office and could answer my call. We spoke for so long, and I was all romantic. He got so high just talking with me. He reached his hotel in 10 minutes and undressed himself and started playing with himself.

So, he was playing with his dick there, and me here. I made a video call and showed him what I was wearing. I was showing my pussy and boobs, and he was showing his dick. I was fingering while Swathi and Rahul were fucking each other in the room. We spoke for an hour, and he ejaculated all he could. I could see he was feeling tired. I told him I would sleep now, and we kissed each other good night.

But I was still high and could not sleep. I was walking to my room, and I could clearly see from the door gap the way Rahul was pounding Swathi in a doggy position. This made me go bonkers. His bums were so yum, and I felt a strange attraction towards him. I went and continued fingering for another hour before I just fell asleep in a strange fashion.

I woke up around 8 am and wore my saree and went out. I boiled the milk and kept coffee ready. They both woke up around 8:30, and she was in a similar fashion like yesterday, with one of her boobs out of her gown. And Rahul’s dick was still making a tent. I just could not understand what this guy is. I gave them coffee, and we drank it together. And they apologized, and I said, “It is fine,” and gave a wink.

I went back to my apartment after the coffee and made breakfast and called them home. They came home, and we had breakfast together. After that, they left, and I relaxed. That day, I made lunch and asked Rahul if he wanted to come, but he said he was out and would be home only in the night. I was surprised but ignored. I finished lunch and took a short nap. I woke up at 5 pm with a doorbell ring. I opened the door, and it was Swathi asking for pads as she got her period. I gave her, and she had good chai and was talking. She requested me if I could cook at home as she bought a lot of veggies, and she was damn tired. I accepted immediately and told her I would come at 6:30 and cook something.

I went to their house in a saree as usual and made chole and chapathi. Rahul came back around 8 pm. And then we had food together. I was about to leave to my apartment, and then Swathi requested if I could stay that night as the next day is the weekend, and we could watch some movie. I agreed as I was also bored.

As usual, she got out of her room in a nightgown like before and handed me something similar; I told her mine is much shorter, and I had shown so much skin already, and I feel very shy. She is like, “We are all adults; don’t think a lot and try to get comfortable,” and she told me when Rohit had come home when I was not in town, she was like this, and he has nicely seen her naked many times. She convinced me. And Rahul came out of his room in boxers and joined her and said to me like I have an awesome body, and I should be proud to show off.

I was thinking too much and again fell into their trap. So, I changed into the gown like yesterday. It was a silky gown, and it was making my nipples cold. And they were getting excited. I came out and sat on the sofa and started watching TV. Rahul sat first, Swathi sat next to him, and next to her sat me. So, I could sit freely and not worry about my dress. But if someone got up, they could see my exposed pussy. Swathi had her panty on as she had her pad. I thought, “I should have worn a matching panty” and hit my head. “Maybe I am getting into their madness,” I thought to myself.

Again, around 9, Rohit called, and I went to the room to talk. I thought it would be a long call like yesterday, but no. He was out with colleagues and wanted to have a short call. So, 10 minutes, and he was done talking. I went out of the room feeling disappointed and noticed that Swathi was gone to her room. Rahul told me that, “She wanted to take a short nap till you come as she was in pain.” So, I told him, “I will go check on her.”

I went into their room, and I could sense she was in pain, and asked her if she needed a tablet; she said she took a pain killer and may need a sleeping pill too. I gave her the sleeping pill from her cupboard, and she took that and slept. I came out of the room, and Rahul was watching TV. I went to the kitchen and started cleaning things. I finished cleaning and told Rahul, “I’ll go sleep,” and he bid me good night.

I somehow could not fall asleep and needed some high. I was watching some videos on my phone but not getting high. I thought I’ll go and sit in the balcony, and maybe the cold air can calm me down. So, I went out to go to the balcony, and Rahul was still watching TV. And it was almost 11 pm. I told him I needed some air, and I’ll go to the balcony. I went to the balcony and was enjoying the cold air. And Rahul came by and asked me if he could smoke a cigarette and talk to me. I said, “Sure, go on.”

He lit his cigarette and asked me how I feel in their house. And I said, “You both are mad people and making me do all uncomfortable things.” He apologized for it and said he always wanted friends like me and Rohit. He was very happy for this friendship and would not ruin it for anything. He is like, “If you are not comfortable, don’t do it. It’s fine; we will understand” and stuff. I was happy listening to all this.

Then he gave me the cigarette to see if I wanted a puff; I said I have smoked a cigarette a long time ago when Rohit took me out, but never after that. He said he will bring me a lighter one and went inside and came back with two beers and a cigarette packet and also went and got two bean bags to sit on. We sat there and sipped beer, and I smoked the lighter cigarette. I felt good being there in that scenario.

Due to the way we sat, I had to cross my legs and sit. Or else, he could see my pussy. He sat like a man, and I could see his dick at the edge of the boxer. He then slowly asked me about my college days and the dates I went to, etc., etc. And the conversation led to some personal questions like love, lust, and sex. I felt shy, but I shared a little bit to not show off. The beer made me high, and I wanted to pee as well. So, I wanted to go to the washroom. I told him the same and was about to get up and struggled to do so.

He got up, held my hand and lifted me up. He also patted my bums while walking away. I felt hotness in me; I went to the bathroom and peed and wanted to wash my vagina and ended up spraying water on my gown. I came back little drenched and came to the balcony. Rahul was laughing about it. I felt embarrassed and felt sad when he came and hugged me and said, “It is fine, and it happens.” I felt so good with his hug. I could feel his dick hitting my stomach.

He gently kissed on my head and made me sit on the bean bag. My pussy was exposed to him. And he adjusted my dress and sat down. I could see his dick head out of his boxer now. I was feeling cold in 5 minutes due to the wet dress and told him, “I’ll go and change.” He said, “Let’s sit inside,” and he made me come to the sofa. And due to the heater, the wet gown felt good. He sat next to me and turned on the TV. He sat so close to me that our thighs were touching each other. I tried to move away but he pulled me closer. So, I gave up after some time.

I could feel the heat. His hand was over my shoulder and inches away from my boobs. He played the movie “365,” which I know is a steamy movie. After an hour into the movie, during the sex scenes, I noticed his fingers brushed my nipples. I was feeling a little excited. Now, his dick was more out of the side, and I could see the pink head clearly. I could not concentrate on the movie. And his fingers now circled around my nipples, and I was still, not moving.

I could see his dick was not coming out of his boxer. He was adjusting in a way that more of his dick would come out. He took off his hand from the nipples, and I began to miss his hand so much. But he had something else in mind. He slowly kept his hand on my thighs and started caressing it. His left hand was now on his dick and right hand was on my thigh. And I was sitting still. He moved up and touched my pussy. And I let out a gasp; he knew right away that I was going to surrender.

He got up and undid his boxers, and I could see his 8-inch snake, and was awestruck. He moved closer and removed my dress from my body and held his snake near my mouth. Like an obedient student, I started licking and sucking it. He moved into the 69 position and started licking my pussy. The way his tongue played games down there, I just can’t express; it just made me see heaven. I was high and making noises and never thought about Swathi even once.

He continued the pussy tongue play for more than 15 minutes. And his dick was strong and hard all the while in my mouth. He made sure I reached my climax just by his tongue before he loaded my mouth with all his cum. It was the first time I was drinking cum, and I could not help but gulp it all down. We got up. He lifted me up, placed me on my bed and sucked my boobs and nipples before he bid me good night. I did not have any energy to get up and close the door or take my gown back. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Swathi and I slept together on the same bed that night.

The next morning, it was around 10 AM when I woke up. There was a knock on the bedroom door. I got up and opened the door. It was Nazeer wishing me good morning. I wished him back and asked him what the matter was. Nazeer replied that he knocked to wake us up, as it is already 10 in the morning.

Irfan was cooking in the kitchen. I said ok and went to the washroom. I got freshened up and came out of the washroom after 20 minutes. By the time I came Nazeer was taking a.morninh blowjob from Swathi. I got irritated and left the room and went to the hall to watch TV.

Irfan greeted me and asked if I wanted a coffee. I said no and watched TV. Irfan drank coffee and took coffee in cups for Nazeer and Swathi. Nazeer after getting a blowjob left Swathi. Swathi had her bed coffee and got up. She went to the washroom.

Nazeer and Irfan followed her and closed the door. I was observing this from the hall. They didn’t come out even after 5 minutes. So I got up and walked slowly towards the washroom. I can hear the sounds of water running from the tap and Swathi moaning.

That means they are fucking her in washroom. I left the place and continued watching TV. After half an hour, both Nazeer and Irfan came out and they dressed up after wiping their wet bodies. I believe they three did a fucking bath session together.

After some 10 minutes, Swathi came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped and closed the bedroom door. She dressed and opened the bedroom door. Today, she was dressed in a green saree with full-handed covered sleeves and a red blouse. She was about to wear her mangalsutra.

But Nazeer said not to wear that as it would be coming in between while fucking and may hurt her skin. She didn’t listen to his words, wore the mangalsutra, and kept sindhoor on her forehead, hair, and bindi. Swathi came and sat beside me, and she watched TV with me.

I asked Swathi why she got ready in this saree as anyhow she will be ripped off to nude for fucking. She said she wants some good photos. She doesn’t have any good pics to post on her social media accounts. Listening to this, Nazeer said, “I can capture good photos for Swathi today.”

Swathi said, “Let’s start the shoot after breakfast.” I said, “You guys carry on as I’m not interested.” Nazeer took his phone and tried to click Swathi’s pics. But Swathi stopped him and gave her mobile phone to click pics.

Nazeer clicked a few pics in different poses and showed them to Swathi. She liked his photography work and asked him to click more. He clicked more.

Swathi: Irfan, can you show some different poses?

Irfan: Already, you got all the poses. Try some erotic poses.

Swathi: Erotic poses mean?

Irfan went to the washroom and turned on the shower. He called Swathi to come inside the washroom.

Irfan: Swathi, you stand under the shower and get wet and pose in those wet clothes.

Swathi: What type of idea is this? Will it be good?

Irfan: Try and see.

Swathi went into the washroom and stood under the shower. All her saree and her blouse got drenched in the shower water.

Irfan: Now give the pose, and Nazeer will capture it.

Swathi started giving poses, and Nazeer started clicking pics. aftet some pics, Swathi asked Nazeer to show how the pics are coming. Nazeer showed pics to Swathi. In all the pics, her saree is tightly stuck to her body due to wet clothes, and all her body shapes are clearly visible.

Even her bra lines are visible due to wetness. Swathi felt a bit awkward after seeing those pics and said, “These are a bit revealing and cannot be posted on social media.”

Irfan: Why do you want to post these on social media? These are your private pics, and not for public viewing. Everyone will have their private pics and videos. Don’t you have any?

Swathi: No, I don’t have any yet. These pics are the first time.

Irfan: So sad. Don’t worry, we will click more private pics of you.

Irfan went towards her, removed her pallu, and wrapped it around her waist. He lowered her saree below her navel. Also, he poured some water on Swathi’s waist and came out and said Nazeer, capture her pics and asked Swathi to pose.

Swathi is posing like an item girl revealing her boobs over blouse, her waist and navel in different different positions. After some clicks, Irfan again went to Swathi, removed her blouse, and kept it in his pocket. Now, Swathi is in her white bra and saree draped around her waist.

She posed in that attire also. Then Irfan removed her bra also and asked her to cover her boobs with her hands and pose naughtily. Swathi did the same and posed. Irfan then removed her saree and petticoat. Swathi is now only in her white panties. She covered her boobs with her hands and posed in panty.

Nazeer clicked many pics of her. Finally, Irfan removed her panties also and asked her to play with water without hesitation or shyness. Swathi played under the shower water, and Nazeer clicked many nude pictures of Swathi. Later, Irfan also removed his shirt and went inside to pose with Swathi.

He lifted Swathi and asked Nazeer to click pics of them. Likewise, after many pics, Nazeer also went in. He asked Irfan to click pics of Swathi and Nazeer. After the photo session was almost completed, I came to them and asked if they were done with the shoot.

Swathi said yes. Nazeer came out of the washroom, and I went inside the washroom and closed the door. Irfan knocked on the door. I opened and asked him what.

Irfan: Please keep the door open. I will click pics of you both.

Me: No, I don’t want any pics.

Saying this, I closed the bathroom door and locked it. I went to Swathi and kissed her and squeezed her boobs. I pushed her away and removed my pant and took a condom from my pant pocket and wore it on my dick. Swathi asked me why I’m using a condom.

I replied her by saying for safety and started fucking her pussy. She leaned towards the bathroom wall and I was ramming her pussy from behind. Later I lifted her one leg and fucked her ass too. Then I made her sit on the commode. I removed condom and placed my dick in between her boobs.

I asked her to move up and down making it a boob job. As she doesn’t have experience in tits fuck she couldn’t do propy. So I kept my dick inside her mouth, held her wet head and started stroking very hardly. Due to my strokes, her mangalsutra was making sounds.

I finally cum in her mouth and made her drink my cum entirely. I left her in the washroom and went out.

Both Nazeer and Irfan were waiting outside the washroom. As soon as I opened the door and left, they both went inside and brought Swathi onto the bed. They fucked Swathi multiple times in all her holes in different angles and ways till Sunday night and left.

After they both left, Swathi went to shower. At that time I decided to limit fucking Swathi as she is a complete different person. After some 20 minutes of shower, Swathi came out. She was all nude before me.

Her body was red with red and black bite marks around her nipples, neck and thighs. She applied some cold cream on the bite marks, put on her nightdress, and came to me.

Swathi: Harsha, can you get me some pills to avoid pregnancy?

Harsha: Now? It’s too late at night. I will get them in the morning.

Swathi: No, please get them now, I have to take the pill before 72 hours of intercourse.

She requested a lot. I went out on my bike and got the pills from a nearby pharmacy store. Swathi took the pills, and we both slept. Swathi woke me up around 6:30 in the morning and said she would leave for her house as it’s Monday morning now.

I said ok and told her to be careful. I didn’t ask her for any blowjob that morning as I decided to limit fucking Swathi.

After that day Irfan and Nazeer came many times to fuck Swathi in my house. Sometimes Irfan brought new men and made Swathi fuck them also. I don’t know if they had met outside also for fucking.

I’m sure Irfan did meet Swathi outside for fucking. They both work in same organisation and also might have taken other guys to get Swathi fucked. I had reduced my fucking with Swathi drastically.

My office also called for a hybrid work model, so I had to go to other towns for office for a few weeks and return. I also noticed that Swathi is not contacting me anymore.

I had rented out my flat to another tenant, keeping a room for me whenever I come. I shifted from Swathi’s city. After a few months, I messaged her on WhatsApp, and she said she was pregnant.

I called to her and spoke and asked who the father is. She said the father is her husband, but I’m not sure about that. We spoke for some time, and I advised her to take care of her health and cut the call.

I will go and visit Swathi after her delivery and will let you know her sexual adventures once I speak to her.

Till then, take care.

Please drop your comments at [email protected]. If any female is looking for a safe, secure, and healthy relationship, please drop me a line.

Thank you.

Hello guys. This story is about how I caught my girlfriend cheating on me. All the character names have been changed for privacy reasons.

I am Navin. A 6ft fair guy, and my girlfriend’s name is Safeena. She is 5’6 with a light brown complexion and a sexy slim figure with medium sized boobs and a curvy ass.

Safeena and I have had sex many times. But she never had an orgasm with me, as she gets tired very quickly. She even sometimes gets dizzy after doing just 4-5 minutes of sex. However, we were in a good relationship for more than a year. I used even to finger fuck her many times and she enjoyed it.

So this is the story of 24 April 2025. I can never forget this day.

Yaa, one more thing I forgot to tell you was that Safeena and I were in the same class. With us, there was also a guy named Tanesh, whom Safeena liked before coming into a relationship with me. But she didn’t talk to him now at all.

So on this day, I came to college at almost 9 when college started. But Safeena wasn’t there, so I called her to ask where she was. She didn’t pick up the call for the first time. When I tried again, she picked up the call.

She said that she wouldn’t be able to come to college as she is not well and is going to the hospital today. Listening to this, I also told her to rest, take care of herself, and hang up.

I am a smoker. But my girlfriend doesn’t know this. She thinks that I have quit. So I thought of smoking one and went outside the college. I took my bike to the cigarette shop. Near our college is our friend Sathek’s house, which was on my way to the shop.

While just passing by, I saw my friend Tanesh’s scooter outside his home. I thought they might be chilling or partying at his home. Since Safeena is not there today, I will join them. Thinking that I parked my bike aside and went inside.

I reached near the door, and the next thing I saw confused me. I saw Safeena’s sneakers there. I was literally confused. Now, she told me she is in her home resting and now this.

I started getting weird thoughts in my mind, but I didn’t let them overtake my mind. But I was curious to find out why Safeena told me a lie. Thinking positively, I thought maybe she is planning a surprise for me.

So I didn’t knock, but I wanted to see what they are doing. So I tried to peek inside through any windows. But I could see nothing as the windows were closed. Then from the backside, I managed to get inside the verandah. There I saw an open window, so I went and quietly peeped inside.

The next thing I saw shocked me. I couldn’t even imagine what I was seeing. I saw Safeena fully naked not a bit of cloth sitting on Tanesh’s face who was licking her pussy. Safeena was stroking him with her hands. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen.

I started shaking. The way Safeena was enjoying it was something else. Her moans filled the room. I somewhat wanted them to stop. But I wanted to see what the limit is that she can go beyond.

Just after some minutes she jumped from his mouth and fit Tanesh’s dick in her pussy. She took it all in a stroke. I was surprised. She never did that with me. She began riding like a whore and her expressions and naked body made it perfect.

She then bent for a kiss and continued to ride Tanesh. She did it for like 10-15 minutes. It was again shocking as she had never gone beyond 5 minutes with me. The way she was enjoying it, I was sure that she was enjoying it to her extent, and so was Tanesh.

After a few minutes, Tanesh stopped her and pushed her beside him. He told her to open her legs. He then went down on her licking her already wet pussy. Safeena held his head tight in her pussy giving hot expressions.

After 2-3 minutes of licking he made eye contact with Safeena and inserted his dick in a stroke and kissed her. The kiss itself was so passionate. He then fucked her rough. With every stroke Safeena’s pussy were leaving juices.

Safeena wrapped her leg around Tanesh’s waist so he can’t take the dick out. She was getting fucked like a whore. When Tanesh was at the point of cumming he tried to take it out.

But Safeena didn’t let him and told him that, “I want it all, just don’t stop.” I was shocked again after hearing this. Tanesh really didn’t stop and he cum inside Safeena’s tight pussy.

Eventually, Safeena also had an orgasm and was very satisfied. That satisfied look on her face made her look like a whore. Then Tanesh lay beside Safeena, and she cuddled him. I even heard the conversation between them, not the exact wording, but something like this.

Tanesh – You are so good. Safeena, really, Navin is a lucky guy.

Safeena- Now I am gonna make you lucky too.

Tanesh – Am I better than him?

Safeena – Obviously, Tanesh, you are way better. That’s why we are gonna do it again. In fact, many times. (and then they kissed).

Tanesh – You are like a whore cheating your boyfriend for my dick and getting fucked like a real whore.

Safeena – Yaa I am whore. But only yours. Fuck me whenever you want. (They kissed again)

I was seeing and listening to all this. I can’t believe she is the same Safeena I have been for more than a year. Then I saw Tanesh get up and dress himself, and so did Safeena. So I thought it’s better to leave now.

This was a horrible experience for me. But I still haven’t told Safeena that I know about it because I want to fuck that pussy similarly. I want to cum inside her pussy and make her enjoy the same way.

Thank you for reading this story. If you have any feedback, please feel free to email me at [email protected].

Namaskaar doston, aaj main aapke liye leke aaya hu, ‘Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah’ ke characters par based ek nayi kahani. Umeed hai aapko kahani padh kar maza aayega.

Is kahani mein aapko Bhide pariwar ke logon ki chudai padhne ko milegi. Bhide pariwar ko to aap jaante hi hai. Uski 2 auratein Sonu aur Madhavi ko har koi chodna chaahta hai.

Ye maa-beti dono ka jism itna kamuk aur gadraya hua hai har ladke ka lund unko dekh kar khada ho jata hai. Chaliye padhte hai chudai kaise hui.

Atmaram ko kaafi din pehle apne ek dost ki marriage anniversary ki party ka invitation aaya tha. Aaj Atmaram Sonu aur Madhavi ko leke raat ki party attend karne wala tha. Usne Sonu aur Madhavi ko bol rakha tha, ki office se aane ke turant baad party par jayenge, aur woh dono pehle se taiyaar hoke rahe.

Sonu aur Madhavi kaafi waqt se kisi party par nahi gayi thi, isliye dono badi excited thi. Dono Atmaram ke aane se ek ghanta pehle hi taiyaar hone lagi. Madhavi ne ek laal rang ki saree pehni thi.

Uska blouse deep neck wala, sleeveless, aur deep back wala tha. Isme Madhavi ki back aur cleavage ka bahut sexy nazara dekhne ko mil raha tha. Usne pallu bhi kuch is tarah se liya tha, taaki saare mardon ko aasani se uski cleavage dekhne ko mil jaye.

Seedhe-seedhe kahe to woh party mein aag lagane ki poori taiyaari mein thi. Upar se uski saree mein lipti hui moti gaand to us par aur chaar chand laga rahi thi.

Udhar Sonu bhi kuch kam nahi thi. Usne kaale rang ki ek sleeveless one-piece dress pehni thi. Woh uski poori body se bilkul chipki hui thi, aur uske jism ka poora naksha dikha rahi thi.

Uska gala bhi deep tha, jisme se uski sexy cleavage dikh rahi thi. Uski nangi baaju bhi kaafi sexy lag rahi thi, aur dress mein uski ubhri hui gaand bhi jhakaas lag rahi thi.

Neeche se Sonu ki dress uske ghutno se kuch inch upar thi, jisse uski milky jaanghen dikh rahi thi. Uski jaanghen dekh kar to har ladke aur mard ke mind mein yahi baat aayegi. Kaash ye dress thodi upar hi jaye, taaki main iski chut ke darshan kar saku.

Dono maa-beti ne halka-halka makeup bhi kiya. Thode gehne bhi pehan liye, jisse unki khoobsurti aur bhi badh gayi. Fir woh dono taiyaar ho kar baith gayi, aur Atmaram ka intezaar karne lagi.

Atmaram apne time par office se aa gaya. Aa kar usne bell bajayi, aur Sonu ne darwaza khola. Jaise hi Atmaram ne apni beti ko dekha, to uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya.

Uski nazar Sonu ke jawan badan par upar se neeche gayi, aur apne aap hi uske muh se nikal aaya-

Atmaram: Waah beti, lagta hai mere dost ki marriage anniversary ki khushi tujhe sabse zyada hai, jo tu itna taiyaar hui hai.

Uski baat sun kar Sonu mukurane lagti hai. Fir Atmaram andar aata hai, aur Madhavi ko dekhta hai. Usko dekh kar bhi Atmaram dekhta reh jata hai. Woh dobara kehta hai-

Atmaram: Maa beti dono ko bahut khushi hai lagta.

Madhavi bhi muskura deti hai. Fir Atmaram hath-muh dho kar fresh hota hai, aur woh teeno party ke liye nikal jaate hai. Party mein khoob naach-gaana, aur khaana-peena hota hai.

Atmaram, Madhavi, aur Sonu teeno bahut enjoy karte hai. Fir khaana-peena hone ke baad Atmaram ke dost usko apne sath le jaate hai. Wahan woh usko daaru pila dete hai, jo Atmaram ko chadh jati hai.

Party khatam hoti hai, aur Atmaram apni biwi aur beti ko leke wahan se nikalta hai. Daaru ke nashe mein gaadi chala rahe Atmaram ki nazar paas baithi apni biwi ki cleavage par jati hai.

Uski gehri cleavage dekh kar Atmaram ka lund khada ho jata hai. Tabhi woh gear badalte hue Madhavi ki jaangh par hath fer deta hai, aur usko daba deta hai. Madhavi uska hath hatati hai, kyunki peeche Sonu baithi thi. Lekin Atmaram baar-baar aisa karta hai.

Fir woh ghar pahunch jaate hai. Sonu apne room mein chali jati hai, aur Atmaram aur Madhavi apne room mein. Room mein jaate hi Atmaram Madhavi ko pakad leta hai, aur uski saree ka pallu neeche gira deta hai.

Woh darwaza bhi band nahi karta. Fir woh Madhavi ki gardan aur cleavage ko chaatne-choomne lagta hai. Madhavi usko darwaza band karne ko kehti hai. Lekin woh uski nahi sunta, aur apne hontho se uska muh band kar deta hai.

Atmaram paaglon ki tarah Madhavi ke honth choosne lagta hai. Honth chooste-chooste Madhavi ka blouse aur bra dono khol deta hai. Woh Madhavi ko peeche dhakelta rehta hai, jisse Madhavi bed ki side mein padi table par tek laga leti hai.

Ab woh Madhavi ke dono boobs ko apne hath mein leta hai, aur unko masalne lagta hai. Boobs masalte hue woh ek boob ke nipple ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lagta hai. Madhavi aahen bharne lagti hai, aur madhosh hone lagti hai.

Kuch der tak boobs choosne ke baad Atmaram Madhavi ki saree ka pallu pakad kar kheenchne lagta hai. Woh pallu kheenchte hue peeche jaane lagta hai, aur Madhavi apni jagah par ghoomne lagti hai.

Isse uski saree nikal jati hai. Fir Atmaram Madhavi ke kareeb aata hai, aur uska muh table wali side par kar deta hai. Uske baad woh Madhavi ki peeth choomne lagta hai. Fir woh Madhavi ke hath table par rakhwata hai, aur usko thoda jhuka leta hai.

Uske baad woh Madhavi ke petticoat aur panty ko sath mein pakad kar neeche khiskaate hue pairon tak le jata hai. Madhavi petticoat aur panty ko pairon se baahar nikaal deti hai. Ab Madhavi poori nangi Atmaram ke saamne hoti hai.

Atmaram jaldi se apne kapde nikaal kar nanga ho jata hai, aur lund hath mein leke Madhavi ki chut par ragadne lagta hai. Madhavi ki chut to pehle se geeli ho chuki thi. Woh ahh ahh karne lagti hai. Fir Atmaram chut ke muh par lund tikata hai, aur zor ka dhakka maarta hai.

Madhavi ki cheekh nikalti hai, aur lund poora uski chut mein ghus jata hai. Fir Atmaram Madhavi ko jhatke deke chodne lagta hai.

Iske aage kya hota hai, woh aapko is TMKOC sex kahani ke agle part mein pata chalega. To intezaar kare agle part ka.

I am Ishara, and I look forward to seeing your responses for part 1 of this story.

Here, is part 02:

Gayashan called me around 6 in the evening. We have been dating for around 3 months now since the incident on the train, and we’ve been sexually active. A lot. He told me to come over. I wore a cute black skirt and a dark green skinny. And I decided to go braless because he likes it.

I drove to his apartment. He was living alone in an apartment in Colombo. Not an extremely luxurious one, but it was really spacious and arranged well with attractive furniture. And I really like the fact that he kept it clean, unlike guys his age.

I then knocked, and a few seconds later he opened the door with a smile. He has just had a wash, I suppose. His hair dripping wet and he was looking damn sexy with a twinkle in those brown eyes. Then he pulled me in, closed the door behind us, and pushed me against the door.

Next thing I know we were kissing fiercely as if we haven’t seen each other for months when the reality is we had damn good sex last night as well. He slowed down his kiss and whispered in my ear, “Shall we do something naughty today, baby girl?” He said in such a playful voice. He, of course, knew I’d like it naughty when it came to sex.

Then he took my hand and we walked to his bedroom. He made me sit on the bed. I watched him search through his clothes, and he took out a scarf. He came to me, put the scarf over my eyes, and tied it. I sat there now blindfolded, and he was still looking for something. He then took my hands, kept them behind me, and tied them with something.

After that, he made me kneel down. And he was putting his dick into my mouth. I gladly opened up my mouth and took it in. Gayashan’s dick was around 6 inches. I licked all over his dick and started to suck on his dick head. I took it inside of me a little at first, and then the full length. I gave him a blowjob for around 10-15 minutes. He cummed in my mouth and I swallowed it all as I always loved to do.

A few minutes passed in silence and no actions as I lay on the tiled floor. Then two hands pulled me up and made me kneel down again. It was no surprise that he was hard again as I took his dick in my mouth again. I blew him again, deep throating and changing the speed. Slowing down at times and speeding up at times, which made him moan.

When I slowed down, he grabbed me and made me blow him faster. I always liked it when he did that cause it made me feel that he needed more and more of me, and he just couldn’t wait to get it slow. After sometime he cummed on my chest above the skinny that I was wearing.

I was about to lay down again when he tried to push his dick into my mouth again. All of a sudden, I was feeling suspicious. He just jazzed all over me. I panicked and I asked him, “Honey, what’s going on?” A few seconds passed in silence, and then he talked, “Honey, I’ll explain later. Please just carry on.”

I was shocked, now not being able to pinpoint what’s going on. But I started to protest. He grabbed my hair and pushed me to the dick which I was now sure was not his own. “No buts! You’re gonna do as I say. Just suck this now!” He screamed at me. He then held my head and made me suck that dick.

First, I was hesitating to do it, and after a while, I started to like it, and I kept going on my own. When I started to suck his dick willingly, Gayashan came and removed the scarf covering my eyes.

I was surprised to see not just one other guy but 3! All his friends! I was sucking Sanka’s dick now which was about 5 inches long. I saw Gayashan standing behind me. Ashan and Ravi were standing on either side of Sanka, watching me blow him and touching their hard poles.

I was shocked, but I kept going on. Ashan’s dick was around 6 inches long and when I looked at Ravi, I saw his dick sticking out at my face. Even longer than Gayashan’s. It was around 7 inches, and I gulped at the sight.

Gayashan moved and sat on the sofa, and Ashan moved behind me. Ashan knelt down and his hand reached out to my right boob. He caressed it with his fingers and pressed it slowly. I was shocked at this, but it also felt good. He slowly moved to my neck and started placing soft kisses, which made me tingle within.

He kissed down my neck and came to my left shoulder, still kissing. Then he took the strap of my skinny with his teeth and pulled it off my shoulder while still playing with my right boob. After that, he slowly took my left boob out of my skinny and kissed my nipple.

This gave me an electric shock. Then he started sucking on my boob like a little baby who’s drinking milk. It felt so good that I almost forgot about the blowjob I was giving to Sanka. A while later Ravi came and sat to my right and got busy with my right boob.

Two people were sucking on my boobs. Doing different things. When Ashan was kissing my left boob Ravi was biting my right nipple. When Ravi sucked on my right boob Ashan sent his tongue round and round my left nipple. And I was blowing Sanka’s dick. It was heaven that I thanked Gayashan in my mind for making me do this.

This went on for like 15 minutes until Sanka’s hot cum

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Hello,

I work as an engineer for a large private corporation, and I am thirty-two years old. I am fair, have an athletic frame, and stand about 177 cm tall. My cousin, who works in the medical field, is only three months my junior. She is an extremely attractive girl with a light brown complexion, a nice amount of assets, and an hourglass figure. She is about 164 cm tall, with measurements of approximately 36-25-36.

Let me give you some backstory. We were incredibly close growing up, having been best friends from childhood. We discussed everything and maintained a platonic friendship until we turned 19. During my adolescence and early twenties, I was a womanizer, having relationships with a variety of women, including my neighbors’ daughters and classmates. However, until the age of 19, I never considered my cousin in a romantic or sexual context. She was always my confidante, and I told her everything, including details about my hidden sexual escapades.

This habit of opening up to her about my experiences gradually began to change the dynamic between us. I had always found her attractive, but I had never thought of her sexually. Then things began to shift. I started having sexual fantasies about her. Despite her good looks, she felt anxious about her light brown skin and other aspects. I always offered her emotional support, and as a result, she liked me very much. So, when I made a move on her, she was initially hesitant but soon succumbed to both pleasure and temptation.

I took her virginity at the age of 19. We continued our sexual relationship until her marriage and even after she got engaged at the age of 22. Her marriage was arranged with a wealthy businessman. The man was approximately her height, thin, and had a dark complexion. She was originally hesitant to marry him but later accepted the proposal under pressure from her parents, particularly her mother.

After our last sexual encounter before her marriage, she admitted to her partner that she had been sexually acquainted with an ex-boyfriend, but she never mentioned who that lover was. She explained to me that she wanted to be a good wife and begged me to end our sexual interaction. I agreed with her request.

Around the time of her wedding in March 2014, I was chosen by a corporate company and relocated to one of the major cities in a neighboring state. Between 2014 and 2017, we rarely met at family parties and spoke on rare occasions. She and her partner lived in our district’s downtown region, which was around 25 kilometers from our village. In January 2017, my employer established a branch in my hometown, and I was sent there. I rented a two-bedroom flat approximately one kilometer from her home. About three days following the transfer, I paid the couple a visit one evening after work.

We talked a lot and spent the evening together. I realized I was still sexually attracted to her and felt tempted. So, I didn’t contact her for around ten days. Then, one evening, she came to my flat. We started sharing many of our unshared stories from the previous three years. After that evening, she began paying me visits at least three to four times every week. I discovered that, although having a professional medical degree, she did not work, and her husband traveled extensively for business. That was why she came to see me so frequently. I also discovered that she was unhappy with her partner’s sexual relationship and had been trying to conceive for the past 2.5 years without success.

Her husband had a low sperm count, sperm mobility issues, and was undergoing treatment. I began fantasizing about her, and the temptation within me grew stronger, but I was discouraged by the promise I had made to her. However, just two months later, in March 2017, I broke that promise.

I knew her spouse was on a business trip and would not be home for 10 days. So, I went to her flat at 7:00 p.m. that evening. I had planned to make a move on her that day. So, despite being a teetotaler, I packed some beer because she used to enjoy drinking it. I gave her some beer, and she eventually became slightly inebriated. We talked casually for hours. Around 10 p.m., she hinted that she wanted to sleep, and I pretended to leave for my flat. I had already prepared for the eventuality by flattening the tires on my car. Citing that reason, I begged for her permission to stay at her home for the night.

When she tried to send me to another room in her house, I reminded her of how enjoyable our midnight conversations and get-togethers had been prior to our previous sexual connection. She was initially reluctant, but eventually consented to stay in the same room. We went to her room and shared the same bed. She was wearing a lengthy gown. We lay down in the same bed. After some time, I took off my t-shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers on.

I pushed my hip into her back and started to embrace her from behind. She remained silent. I took off her long gown after slowly unbuttoning it. She was wearing a little red sleeveless satin nightgown underneath the long gown. It had a deep neck that showed off her large round breasts and reached just below her pussy. My desires were further increased by the way the garment revealed her beautiful physique. She woke up, but she remained silent as I moved my hands to her breast and began to squeeze it and stimulate her nipples through the dress.

Her large round breasts were fully exposed when I carefully removed the strap of her crimson gown and slipped it beneath her chest. I began to firmly squeeze it once again, stimulating her nipples. She moaned. I encouraged her to lie on her back after turning her. She had her eyes closed and was panting fiercely. I began sucking and licking her nipples. She let out a deep moan. I stripped her gown down to her lower inner garments. I began massaging her pussy over the undergarments. She was already drenched. She emphasized that what we were doing was wrong and gently insisted that we cease. Despite her feeble demands, I persisted in my attempts.

I removed her innerwear, showing her luscious physique. I started by stimulating her clitoris with my hand before licking and sucking her clitoris and pussy. Then, I started fingering her. She started moving her body like an arch and climaxed, leaving her juice in my hand.

When I took off my boxers and began massaging my 7-inch cock against her clitoris, she begged me to use a condom because she was at high risk of getting pregnant. I pretended to promise her that I would pull out, and then I slowly started pushing my penis inside her pussy. She began to moan loudly, making noises with each thrust, and we started kissing deeply. She locked her legs behind my back. And I told her that she was mine and that I was her personal porn star because I had taken her virginity and had more sex with her than her husband.

I placed her on her fours and began deep stroking in the doggie style that she preferred during our previous sexual relationship. She continued to moan deeply. She was quivering with delight. I told her I was going to cum inside her and make her the mother of my child. She pleaded with me not to cum outside. But I pushed my cock deep into her pussy and came inside her, flooding her pussy with my semen. She was astonished but did not object. I waited a while before moving on to round 2, this time in the missionary stance. She’d already experienced her third orgasm. I again filled her pussy with my sperm. After that, we were both exhausted and fell asleep.

The next morning, when I awoke, she was still sleeping. I played on my phone for a while. Then, she awoke. She was furious because I broke my promise to her by coming inside her. I told her that impregnating her would be a gift for her, and that her husband would not find out. Then, I approached her and began kissing her. I extended my hand to her breasts and began squeezing them before playing with her nipples. I then moved my hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris. She murmured quietly and then broke off our kiss.

I looked her in the eye and informed her that she was already wet. She did not answer and sought to walk away from me. I grabbed her and stopped her, then hoisted her up, placing her directly on my cock, and began to penetrate her while standing. She began moaning loudly. She gripped me firmly and tucked her legs behind my back. I drove my 7-inch deep into her pussy. She began quivering and moaning loudly. I came inside her again. For the next 9 days, we had sex at least twice every day. I finished every time inside her.

Her spouse returned from his 10-day excursion. She began to visit me at my flat for sex. One day, about a month after our initial encounter, she informed me that her pregnancy was confirmed. I was as excited as her husband. He believed that his fertility treatment had paid off. He didn’t know what had happened. She gave birth to a boy after nine months. Despite the fact that we had fewer sexual encounters after she gave birth to our son, we maintained our connection. I impregnated her again in 2020 and 2022. She gave birth to a daughter in 2020 and a son in 2022. We maintain our sexual relationship till this day, whenever possible.

Hey guys,

I hope this story finds you in good health and spirit, and horny too. My name is Siddharth Varma. I am graduating with a B.Tech degree, and I’m 24 years old. I was born and brought up in Hyderabad. I will be explaining myself at the end of the story.

So, coming to the story.

I just saw an ad like a call boy, so I went for it. I had applied for many call boy jobs in the past, but all were fake. And I had been fooled multiple times, losing money as well. So, I just wanted to keep it on the side because of my athletic body. I maintain good grooming and hygiene, etc. I thought this would be enough for a call boy, so I applied again.

I provided nice content about my body and my dick size (7 inches long), about positions, and all that. After applying, they gave me a profile. So, I built my profile and saw that there were views, but no one was calling or messaging me. However, some boys messaged and called me, and I told them I’m only for girls, aunties, or cuckolds, as they were all gay.

After some days, I got a message from an unknown number on WhatsApp at night. The message was from a woman who said she was rich and asked if I was free that night. I replied, “Yes, but may I know who this is?” She replied, “My name is Swathi (name changed). I’m 25 years old, and I’ve come to Hyderabad for work. So, I want to have some fun tonight.”

I told her, “Okay, ma’am. Where should I come?” And she immediately shared the hotel location with me. It was 10 km away from my location. So, I freshened up and started heading to the location. Meanwhile, she shared her picture. And from that, I concluded that she was a businesswoman. So, she must be rich, and I felt happy.

After reaching the hotel, she texted me the room number and details. So, I went to the location as she had told me. While going there, I felt full of excitement. And then, I remembered that I should be the dominating boy. When I reached the room, I remembered that I had forgotten to bring condoms before knocking on the door. So, I thought she might have some, and I knocked on the door.

She opened the door, and she was wearing a white flowered short and shirt, which was nightwear, and her thighs were clearly visible. I controlled myself, and she gave me a seat and sat beside me. We discussed my hobbies and habits, and I told her how I entered the call boy service. She told me about her business and her husband. And after a while, she ordered dinner. We had dinner and went to the bedroom. I told her I didn’t bring any protection, and she said she had already brought a box.

She laid on the bed, and I laid beside her, starting to kiss her neck to set the mood. I slowly went up and kissed her lips, and she responded. I gave her a lip lock for 15 minutes nonstop, and she threw me aside, breathing heavily. Then, I slowly put my hand on her boobs and started pressing them. She started to moan, and I removed her shirt. She was wearing a pink bra, and her boobs were packed tightly. After removing the bra hook, her boobs came out. And I saw they were almost a size 34. I sucked her boob and pinched it with my teeth, and she started shouting.

I took my hand and put it in her mouth, and she started sucking it. After some time, I removed my shirt and pants and was completely nude. I dragged her towards the bed corner, removed her shorts and panty, and sat down, placing my head between her legs. I started licking her pussy widely, and she was moaning loudly. I took her panty and put it in her mouth, and I sucked her pussy for half an hour. She leaked her juice into my mouth, and then I washed my mouth and came back to her.

She took my dick and started giving me a blow job. I started fucking her mouth slowly and gradually increased the speed. In between, I caught her head and kept it tight to my dick, so it went deep. After that, she was unable to breathe. After some time, I stopped fucking her mouth. Then, I took a condom and wore it on my dick and kept her in the missionary position, slowly rubbing my dick on her pussy. I inserted my dick into her pussy, which was very tight. So, I applied some force and pushed inside. She started crying and told me to stop, but I didn’t listen and told her to bear the pain for just 2 minutes.

After some strokes, my dick was completely inserted, and I stopped for a while so she could feel relaxed. I wiped her tears and started kissing her, then gave her some strokes. After a while, she started enjoying it. I gradually increased my speed, and after 20 minutes of fucking her in that position, I changed to doggy style. She applied some saliva to her asshole and did fingering to make it a little loose. I changed the condom because it was broken and applied some saliva, trying to keep my dick in her asshole. It was a little hard, and she started shouting. I closed her mouth with my hands and started fucking a little harder.

After some time, she started moaning and told me she wanted to ride on me. I told her yes, and she pulled me onto the bed and started riding slowly, gradually increasing the speed. After some time, I held her head and started fucking harder. After 15 minutes, I was about to cum, and I asked her where to cum. She immediately got up and knelt in front of me. And I worked up fast, removed the condom, and came on her body. She took some of the cum and tasted it, saying it was nice, and she liked it.

We both took a bath and slept naked till morning. This was part one of the story, and based on your responses, I will continue the story.

Thanks for reading.

Oh, sorry, I didn’t tell you about myself earlier. Hi, my name is Rikky, I’m 19 years old, studying B.Tech in my 3rd year in Hyderabad. If anyone wants to send feedback, they can send it to my mail ID: [email protected].

Hello guys, I am back again, continuing my story.

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After the hardcore encounter with Dimple, she left early in the morning. I called her in the evening to check on her, but she didn’t pick up my call. The next day, I searched for her in class, but she was nowhere to be found. Just when I was about to leave for my room, Dimple’s best friend, Meenal, came running into me.

She was very angry at me because Dimple was sick from the previous night, and her body parts were sore (of course, what else could I expect? I was pretty rough on her). I told her to come somewhere private, as people were noticing us. She came with me to the college canteen, and we sat there.

She was scolding me for mistreating and using her friend, and whatnot. I listened to her quietly and tried to explain to her, but she wasn’t ready to listen to me at all. Then I got angry and told her to do whatever she wanted, and I left. I had to return my senior’s bike, so as I sat on it, she ran and sat behind me. She said, “You can’t leave without apologizing properly,” so I took her with me to my room. I was surprised since she didn’t stop me.

When I entered my room, she followed me and kept attacking me with words. I was getting irritated, so I just pushed her into the wall while keeping one hand on her mouth. She got angry and pushed me back, and I fell on the bed. She quickly came and sat on me, trying to hit me; I grabbed her hands, and then, when our eyes met, I locked her into a light liplock. She didn’t oppose me with much force, which indicated that she gave in.

Now, you all might be thinking why she gave in so soon. The truth is that, although Meenal and Dimple were best friends, Meenal was always jealous of Dimple’s figure (which I found out later). About Meenal, she was a fair-skinned girl (fairer than Dimple), but her assets were very small. She was of the same height as Dimple, but her figure was 28-24-30.

Coming back…

After a liplock of about two minutes, Meenal calmed down and pushed herself onto me. She wanted to settle the score with Dimple because she knew Dimple liked me and would come back to me if I had gone to her. So, she decided to divert my attention to her.

After a lot of smooching, she got up and started removing her apron. I, too, started to undress, as I wasn’t going to miss this wonderful opportunity. Soon, she was in her undergarments, and so was I. Just to know her true intentions and be safe, I asked her why she was doing so. She didn’t say a word. But she pounced on me and pushed me to the wall and started kissing me deeply.

I started to grope and maul her back and then shifted my hands to her little ass. I also opened her bra and again groped her ass. Although her chest felt empty after being with Dimple, yet I wanted to see her white boobs. So, I started to push her, but she wasn’t moving. I then spanked her ass, and she moaned, “Ahh.” And then I bit her earlobe and again spanked her ass. Another “Ahh” came from her mouth. And then I pushed her a little back.

Her bra fell suddenly, and there was her fair, white boobs with light-colored areolas and pin-point dark brown nipples. I immediately grabbed her nipples with my fingertips and pinched them hard. She shouted, “Ahh, it hurts!” And I said, “If we are going to do it, then it will be my way.” She nodded in yes, and I again pinched them. Now she was beginning to enjoy it.

I lip-locked her again, and we both started tongue-fighting. In the meantime, I kept pinching her nipples and mauling her boobs. When I left her mouth, she was panting, and there were tears in her eyes. Then I realized how rough I was on her. Her red boobs and teary eyes made me hard. And that’s when I took out my cock. I told her to kneel down, and she did.

She spat on her hand and started massaging my cock. I asked her if it was her first time, and she said no. When she put my cock in her mouth and started sucking it, I knew she had done it before. She was slowly and deeply sucking my cock with her tongue rolling on my tip, maintaining eye contact with me. She was slowly submitting herself to me.

I was getting close to cumming, and I told her so, but she continued sucking. I held her head tight, but she removed my hands and directed my cock over her boobs, and I released there. I told her angrily that next time I would release in her mouth, and she gave a wicked smile, saying “Next time!”

I got horny again and decided to pay her back. I quickly removed her panty and began rubbing her pussy. She got away and laid on the bed. I went over to her and started kissing and licking her head and face. She was moaning when I came to her neck, so I inserted two fingers into her mouth. I came down, gave two bites on her both protruding collarbones, and started rubbing her pussy with my other hand.

After giving good treatment to her boobs, I came to her beautiful, thin navel with a T-shaped belly button. I liked it very much, so I played with it and, in between, bit it. She was moaning, “Ahh ahh,” throughout, as my fingers were in her mouth, getting wet. After it, I came down to her pussy, which had small pubic hairs.

I took my mouth to her pussy but started to lick sideways. She was trembling, and her open mouth was leaking saliva, wetting my fingers. I decided to delay her orgasm. So, I took my wet fingers and rubbed over her pussy and inserted one finger. I shifted to her fair feet and started licking her fingers and toes with my one finger moving in and out.

She was now moaning loudly, so I gave her my underwear and told her to put it in her mouth. She denied. So, I slapped her pussy twice, hard and loudly said, “My way.” She understood and put it in. I continued to work on her calves and came to her fair thighs. Now, I inserted two fingers, and her leaking pussy helped it. I started to bite her inner thighs hard, and she was experiencing pain and pleasure simultaneously. Her muffled moans and teary eyes were indicative of that.

I now placed my mouth on the mound and started licking and rubbing her clit. When she was about to cum, I removed my mouth and slapped her pussy mildly, while continuing to rub. She shook hard and panted and orgasmed. I took my underwear out, and she was breathing heavily.

After five minutes of rest, my cock was ready for round two. I had spare condoms from the previous night with Dimple, so I wore one. She gave a good suck, and I inserted it in her. She wasn’t very tight, since she regularly had sex with her previous boyfriend. I was also feeling that I was lasting longer than last time.

After having sex in the missionary position, she came on top of me and rode me. During the whole sex, either I was kissing her, or my fingers were in her mouth to stop her from moaning loudly. After a few minutes, I unloaded in the condom, and we slept.

In the morning, I was hard again. And when she was about to go, I told her to give me a BJ, and she did. This time, I held her head tight and made sure to unload in her mouth, especially on her tongue. I wanted to give her the taste of my cum, and then I boldly said, “Next time.”

I dropped her off at her hostel, and we had sex regularly after that. Dimple got to know about our relationship, and Meenal cried in front of her and put the whole blame on me for how I manipulated Meenal, which I had no idea about. Dimple understood and forgave Meenal. After that, Meenal and I stayed in a no-strings-attached kind of relationship.

We met regularly in hotels, because my room was not safe. And every time, I gave bite marks on her boobs or other body parts. Sometimes, our classmates also saw them, but Meenal said it was due to some boyfriend. We kept our relationship secret until a handsome boy proposed to Meenal, which she accepted.

Now, to know what happened next, stay tuned.

This is me, Jay, signing off for now. You can contact me at [email protected].

Ayaan’s POV:

On Tuesday, at 2 am, Ayaan was playing games online with his online friends. Ayaan was playing for a long time, so he took a break and went to the toilet. After a minute, he came back from the toilet. He went towards his bedroom when he saw an ajar door with lights and rays coming out of his mom’s bedroom. He thought they might be discussing something important. “Maybe about my career?”

At first, he thought he should let it go because it was too late at night, and he was playing games late at night. For this, he might get scolded by Barkha. But he wanted to see what they were discussing. Ayaan then moved toward the half-open door. He started to watch them secretly.

Ayaan was completely shocked by what he saw now. His pupils dilated and he was completely dumbfounded.

(Background noise)

Barkha: Ugh… hmmm…

Jeet: hmmm..

Barkha: Hmm… hmmm…

Ayaan (in his mind): How did this happen?

Ayaan (in his mind): What mom and dad are doing?

[Background noise]

Barkha: Ah… ahhh….

Barkha: Ugh…. akk…

After watching for a while, Ayaan thought it was wrong to watch both of them almost naked. But he thought of avoiding seeing it in that condition as it is not ethical to see someone making love, but evil inside won’t listen to the heart, and he continued watching.

Ayaan (in his mind): My mom’s boobs are so beautiful, my dad is so lucky to suck them. I used to suck them when I was a kid; I still remember she breastfed me till I was 6 years old. I wish I could suck them again.

Thinking all this, he watched them and put his thumb in his mouth, just like a baby who sucks his thumb thinking it was his mom’s nipple.

When he was watching them, he saw Barkha squeezing her boobs in Jeet’s mouth and milk was coming out from her nipples. Seeing this, Ayaan was very surprised and also very excited inside. At first, he thought, “How is my mom still producing milk? Because I studied biology and women only produce milk when they are pregnant,” Ayaan said to himself.

Ayaan’s thoughts continued, “I don’t know how, but I want to taste it very badly. My mom’s boobs look very delicious.”

Watching all this, Ayaan also got an erection.

Ayaan: It… hurts!

He was wearing a vest and shorts without underwear. He tried to avoid his hardness and kept his hand on his pants softly, but his erection was too hard. His penis automatically came out from his pants as he was also rubbing his pants softly and not wearing any underwear inside.

Now his rod-hard penis was out, and slowly-slowly, he started to wank himself, watching Barkha breastfeeding her husband, Jeet. Barkha was completely unaware of this situation, that someone was watching her. She continued her actions without knowing anything.

Ayaan was confused and excited. But he still thought it was wrong to watch his mom in such a position. But her expression was still in his mind and he couldn’t ignore it.

Ayaan: I can’t watch them anymore, I should return to my room.

Ayaan was still thinking about it when he was walking towards his room.

“Hmph”

He lay on his bed, in a starfish position sleep,

Ayaan (in his mind): What happened? This is what they do? Does my dad have a milk fantasy? All I can see is her expressions.

(Ayaan got a little flashback of Alex saying something about his mother.)

Alex: Ayaan, I know you are my best friend, but man, you have hot milf in your house.

Ayaan: Alex, you madarchod, she is my mom.

Alex: Hey, chill bro, I’m just joking, Mamma Mia’ (in chunky pandey style)

Ayaan: Fuck off.

Present:

Ayan (in his mind): Now I remember, Alex was right, my mom is a very beautiful woman, and has perfect tits and body. A perfect milf!

He was still hard, thinking about all this, rubbing himself.

Ayaan: I really have to lose my virginity or I will really go crazy. Phew… phew… let me sleep quickly.

Then he closed his eyes and slept deeply.

Wednesday at 10 am:

Barkha and Jeet on the breakfast table eating their breakfast. Barkha called Ayaan, telling him to come for breakfast. He said, “Coming, mom.” Then he came down, had his sandwich, and ran towards the door without making any eye contact.

Barkha: Ayaan… Aya… stop. Eat some food at least?

Ayaan: No thanks, mom, I’m a bit late today.

Saying this, he ran away immediately. When he was in college, he was just thinking about his mother and her facial expression the whole day. He couldn’t even concentrate on his studies. That day Alex was also absent. He couldn’t even understand what his teacher was teaching. His mind was in yesterday’s scene. Ayaan was a 18+ year old virgin guy and also very introverted. In front of the girls, Ayaan acts like a nice and very helpful guy. But generally, girls don’t like nice guys. So, he is never able to get close to any girl his age. But many guys in his class have talked about older women and milfs. And especially about his mom, they say Ayaan has the most beautiful mother in our friend circle.

At first, he used to think they were appreciating her mom’s beauty. But now he understood what they meant. They all think my mom is a milf, especially this motherfucker Alex who spread this humor.

“I am such a dumb guy, I never understand how beautiful my mom is”, Ayaan said to himself.

When Ayaan was mumbling inside his head, his literature teacher, Manoj Pandey saw him. He threw a chalk, and Ayaan immediately came to reality.

Manoj sir: Ayaan, stand up.

Manoj sir: Chalo Ayaan, Shakespeare ki kavita bolo (Recite Shakespeare’s poem).

Ayaan was blank inside his mind and confused about what to say about this. Manoj sir angrily stared at Ayaan and the whole class was observing Ayaan. He was confused about what to say. Then Manoj sir came near Ayaan and started lecturing him about his future. He lectured him for 20 minutes, and everyone was very happy because Manoj sir was wasting time lecturing Ayaan and they all enjoyed this moment.

Ayaan was embarrassed in front of the entire class. He was feeling ashamed. Everyone was giggling at Ayaan secretly. Then the college bell rang. Manoj sir then gave Ayaan a punishment, to write an essay of at least 5000 words. He agreed, and finally, it was break time.

At night, 11 pm:

It started at night time when Ayaan and Barkha were watching a movie together on the couch. Barkha was watching a movie when Ayaan came in the room with a bowl of popcorn just like always, and halfway through the movie they were snuggled up together, the bowl now empty.

Ayaan and Barkha had always been close, and physical touch was very normal for both. They always kissed on the lips to greet each other, and admittedly, there were a few nights more recently since he turned 18 when one or both got tipsy that the goodnight kiss seemed to linger just a second longer than normal.

They were sitting on the couch, she was sitting, her son was leaning against her shoulder, and it seemed like Ayaan was starting to fall asleep.

Barkha: Honey, are you comfortable like that?

Ayaan: Oh, hah, yeah sorry mom. I guess I’m starting to fall asleep.

Barkha: Do you not like the movie?

Ayaan: I do. It’s just been a long day, and I’m tired from homework.

Barkha: I understand, baby. Do you want to get more comfortable?

Barkha lifted her arm and re-positioned herself so that Ayaan could lean on her chest. And he did and they moved the blanket over both to snuggle.

Barkha: There you go, baby. Now, if you fall asleep, you won’t hurt your neck.

He nestled into her chest, and after a few minutes, she felt his breathing slow and knew he’d dozed off. Barkha looked down at him, admiring her son’s sweet, sleeping face. He looked so soft like this, despite the features of his face shifting into that of a young man’s over the last few years.

She brushed his hair out of his face out of habit, and at the motion he turned towards her, away from the movie, rolling over on the couch and burying his face in the soft cotton covering her bosom. Barkha held him there, and all her maternal instincts softened even more deeply.

She remembered years ago holding him exactly like this, his mouth sucking at her breast. Then she smiled to herself, remembering, and then was surprised when she felt something different wash through her. She didn’t forget until just then how often she got aroused during breastfeeding, and that he had frequently sucked so hard many times early on in his life.

Back then, she felt ashamed and worried even though she was weird for enjoying it. Barkha was surprised she didn’t forget about it until just now, but she must have simply put it out of her mind.

Now, with him lying there and remembering the way his soft, little mouth had brought her to orgasms all those years ago. She looked at his mouth and caught herself wondering what it would feel like to have it on her breast again. She knew it was wrong, but she was aroused to the point that she didn’t care. She bet if she just lifted her shirt and pulled her tit out, he would latch on like muscle memory, still asleep.

Her t-shirt was already halfway up her belly from when he rolled over, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Careful not to wake him, she pulled up her top and revealed her left breast only, dropping it slowly and carefully onto his face.

The warmth of his skin and breath against her sent chills down her body and between her legs. This was it. She was going to feel her son’s lips on her breast again.

Barkha went to reposition her breast when, without her doing anything, sure enough, her son moved in his sleep and latched on. She wasn’t prepared for how hard he sucked right away and she caught her breath, letting out a small yelp. It felt good… really good. He was sucking and slurping at her breast, eagerly trying to drink her milk, and she loved it.

She let him drink her breast milk, Ayaan unknowingly sucked her breast and drank her milk, though watching and feeling a strange combination of motherly love and deep arousal. The arousal was only intensified by the shame and thrill she felt knowing how taboo it was that her son was sucking on his mommy’s titty again after all these years.

To be continued.