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Continuing from the last part.

It took Nisha around 5 minutes to fully recover from the huge orgasm she had just received from Sameer. She hugged Sameer, and they locked their lips. They were both fully naked, and their strong hug was releasing a lot of heat.

Sameer looked into her eyes and touched Nisha’s pussy gently. Nisha looked at him with a smile, but with questioning eyes.

Sameer said- This is still so hot and wet, and I am feeling so thirsty.

Nisha shyly smiled and replied- Who is stopping you, jaanu. Eat me and quench your thirst as much as you want.

Then she looked at me and asked me to come near her. I went to her and stood beside her on her right. She raised her right leg and asked me to hold her thigh high in the air. I held her thigh. Due to this, her pussy opened in a very inviting state for Sameer.

She smiled and asked Sameer to come closer. Sameer came closer to her and sat on his knees. He moved forward a bit and came between her thighs. His face was just a couple of inches away from Nisha’s wet pussy. He started kissing and licking Nisha’s inner thighs.

As he was kissing and licking so close to her pussy, Nisha was getting aroused as hell. She was expecting that Sameer would kiss her pussy anytime. But Sameer was teasing her. He was kissing and licking everywhere on her thighs, just around her pussy.

Nisha could not take it anymore. She put both her hands over his head. Sameer raised his head upwards to look at her. Nisha pulled his face towards herself and put his mouth over her dripping wet pussy. Sameer also could not hold himself back now. He was thirsty and dying to eat Nisha’s pussy.

He put both his hands on Nisha’s huge ass cheeks and pulled her towards himself with full force. He opened his mouth and took Nisha’s whole pussy in. Sameer started rolling his wet tongue all over Nisha’s pussy lips, and even inside through the opening.

Nisha went mad with pleasure. She put both her hands over his head and pressed them towards her pussy with full force.

Sameer was literally eating her pussy now. He inserted his tongue deep inside her pussy. As I was holding her right thigh high in the air, her pussy was wide open, and Sameer’s tongue was reaching every inch deep inside of it.

Nisha’s eyes were closed, and her fingers were rolling in Sameer’s hair. She was now moaning heavily. Her face was showing signs of receiving ultimate pleasure. I was also going crazy seeing her. Cuckold husband inside me was getting extreme pleasure seeing her facial expressions.

I got so lost in seeing and enjoying the expressions on her face that my grip on her thigh became loose. It disturbed the flow of pleasure Nisha was receiving.

Nisha angrily opened her eyes and shouted at me- You loser, can’t you even hold my leg properly?

I immediately lifted her thigh properly, and Nisha mumbled a few angry words at me. Then she closed her eyes again and went back to enjoying her pussy being eaten literally by Sameer. Suddenly, Sameer placed his left hand on her back and held her tight with it.

Then he brought his right hand forward. Before we could understand anything, Sameer inserted his right hand’s middle finger in Nisha’s dripping wet pussy. Nisha exclaimed in shock, but Sameer continued eating her pussy, and also started finger fucking her.

Nisha was in the 7th sky of pleasure. She spread her pussy lips open with both her hands. Sameer took her clit inside his mouth and started sucking it like a candy. His lips, tongue and mouth were all eating her pussy. His hand was running like a machine as he finger-fucked her.

Nisha went crazy, and her moans were so loud now. I could see intense expressions on her face, and I knew she was going to explode any second.

She was moaning hard. After a few seconds, she screamed- Sameer, I am cumming, I am cumming.

And then it happened. She exploded. She was cumming with her eyes closed. I was watching her red face in disbelief, because she was looking like a goddess of love. This was an ultimate erotic scene of pure pleasure.

She could not take it anymore and put both her hands on Sameer’s head. She pulled him towards herself, filling the whole of her pussy inside his mouth once again. Her body was shaking with heavy jolts. It was waving like a dancing mermaid as she came heavily once again with yet another heavenly orgasm.

She kept holding Sameer’s head until her orgasm was fully over and she regained her senses. She was still breathing hard, and her huge boobs were going up and down. Sameer stood up and came closer to her.

I thought that she might take a break now. But to my shock, she pulled Sameer towards herself and said- “Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on, Sameer Fuck me.

We both were shocked to see how aroused she was. She took Sameer’s throbbing cock in both her hands and said- Come on, Sameer. I need this monster inside me. Right now. Please.

Sameer asked her- Can I bring the condom first? It’s just in the next room.

Nisha replied- No. I can’t wait that long. I need it now. Please Sameer.

Before Sameer could say anything, she pulled him even closer to herself and started rubbing his cock’s tip over her pussy and clit.

Nisha asked me to sit down on the floor on my knees. Once I sat down, she lifted her thigh and put her foot over my hands.

Nisha looked at me and said- Hold my leg properly this time.

From that angle, I was able to get even a better look at Nisha’s pussy. She was still rubbing Sameer’s cock’s tip over her pussy.

Sameer asked her- Are you ready, darling?

Nisha replied- yes. Please give it to me. All of it.

In a sudden move, Sameer gave a strong push to his mighty cock. As Nisha’s pussy was already so wet, Sameer’s cock slipped almost completely inside it with just one strong push.

Although this was not their first encounter, Nisha was not used to taking as big a cock as that of Sameer’s.

She screamed in pain- aaaahhhhh Sameer. Mar gayi uffff. I will die in pain.

Sameer was an expert and knew how to handle this situation. He did not pull his cock out. Instead, he hugged her tight, inserting it further deeply inside. He started smooching her lips. Signs of pain could be clearly seen on Nisha’s face. Sameer kept holding her like that for many minutes.

Finally, Nisha became a little relaxed. Sameer asked her- Are you ok, darling?

Nisha replied- I don’t know.

Sameer- Shall we continue?

Nisha nodded her head in agreement.

Sameer smiled and started moving himself back and forth slowly. Nisha was still in pain, but it looked like it was not as unbearable as it was in the first push.

Slowly, signs of pain started vanishing from her face and signs of joy started to appear.

Sameer realised this and started increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Within a couple of minutes, Nisha started enjoying it completely. Her facial expressions were telling it all.

She moaned and exclaimed- Sameer! I have never enjoyed getting fucked like this. Your big monster is reaching the limits of my pussy.

Sameer looked at her and started kissing her lips. Due to that, his speed became a bit slower.

Nisha exclaimed- No, please don’t slow down. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder.

Sameer got thrilled listening to her words. He increased his speed and started fucking her wildly.

Nisha went mad with pleasure- ohhhhh Sameer. fuck me like that .. fucck me harder ..don’t stop ..don’t stop.

From the floor, I was seeing all that wild action, and it was making my cock shake with excitement.

Nisha was moaning hard and almost screaming with pleasure. To enhance her pleasure, Sameer asked her- Do you remember what I told you last time?

Nisha said- No. Please remind me.

Sameer- I told you who you are.

Nisha- Who am I?

Sameer- You are my whore.

Nisha- Oh, Sameer. Yeah, I am your whore, your slut … fuck me like a whore.

Sameer was giving thrusts with full force and speed. He was inserting his full cock inside, taking it out almost 90% and then inserting all of it repeatedly.

I could see his huge cock going inside and opening Nisha’s pussy wide open, again and again.

Nisha was going mad with pleasure, and Sameer’s abusive talk was increasing that pleasure manifold for her.

Sameer kept fucking her hard in that position for around 20 minutes.

He then pulled his cock out. Before Nisha could ask her anything, he turned her around and pushed her towards the wall. He signalled me to lift her leg once again.

I took her foot again in my hands, and Sameer then came closer to her, and from behind pushed his cock again inside her wet pussy. All of it with just one hard push.

Nisha exclaimed- ohhh Sameer jaanu. This is such a hot position.

Sameer- It’s called “lizard” position, jaan. I am gonna show you heaven in this.

Nisha- ohhhhh jaanu. I was thinking you were going to make me your bitch. But you made me a lizard.

Sameer started fucking her hard with strong thrusts. From that angle, the opening and closing of Nisha’s pussy looked so hot and wild.

Sameer again started talking abusively.

Sameer- you slutty shameless whore. You have no shame.

Nisha- ohhh, Sameer. Why do you say that?

Sameer- you are getting fucked like a cheap whore in front of your husband. You shameless bitch.

Nisha- he doesn’t mind jaanu. fuck me in front of him or behind his back. He is happy in both cases.

Sameer- so what if he is a cuck? Does that give you a license to become shameless?

Nisha- ohhh God. It’s not my fault. He has turned me into a slut. His desire to see me getting fucked by a Greek god like you.

Sameer- is it only his desire?

Nisha- Not anymore. More than him, it’s my desire now. So fuck me hard. harder ..faster.

Their hot talk was exciting for both of them, pushing them further to their limits. Sameer kept fucking Nisha for 20 more minutes in that same position.

All the time, they were talking dirty while ignoring me completely.

Suddenly, Sameer’s face became red and hard. He asked her- Where do you want it?

Nisha- Oh God, Sameer. Are you cumming?

Sameer- Yeah, yeah. I am going to cum!

Nisha- Oh, jaanu. Don’t waste it. I need it deep inside me. Cumm inside my pussy.

Sameer- What about you?

Nisha- I have no count how many times I have cum already. So don’t worry about me.

Sameer- But I want you to cum with me.

Saying that he went full throttle and started fucking Nisha like a machine. Nisha also put her hand on her clit and started rubbing herself hard.

Within 2 minutes, Nisha was on the edge. She screamed- yeah, Sameer. I am cumming. I am cumming. Let’s cum together. Come on.

Sameer gave a few last strong pushes in her pussy and then one deep last push. He kept his cock deep inside her pussy and hugged her tightly.

He exploded deep inside her, and Nisha also reached her climax.

She screamed- Ah, Sameer. I am cumming!

Sameer came deep inside her. His cock was ejaculating loads of thick cream, and Nisha stood still. She wanted to feel his hot cream dripping inside her while enjoying her own orgasm. Seeing that wild scene, I got so excited that I also cum without even touching myself.

Finally, Sameer pulled his cock out of Nisha’s pussy. A few drops of Sameer’s cum dripped down on the floor from Nisha’s pussy. Nisha turned around and hugged Sameer and locked lips with him.

After a few minutes, they looked at me. Realising that I had also cum just watching them, both started smiling, looking at me. In fact, Nisha started to giggle, looking at my condition.

Nisha then turned to Sameer and said- Jaanu, I am feeling cold in here now. Can we go to the room, please?

Sameer looked at me, and I nodded my head in affirmation. Nisha wrapped herself in the towel again, and we all walked out of the bathroom. Nisha asked me if I could bring some coffee or tea. Interestingly, she didn’t ask Sameer, though it was his house.

I asked Sameer where to find the coffee. He told me the way to the kitchen and also where to find the coffee maker and the ingredients. I walked out my way to the kitchen. It took me around 10 minutes to prepare the coffee.

When I came back, Nisha and Sameer were in bed, covering themselves with a quilt. They were still hugging each other’s naked bodies. I offered them coffee. After drinking coffee, Nisha stood up from the bed and went to the washroom to pee.

Sameer looked at me and said- What’s up, Prashant. You look a bit upset. Is there something bothering you?

I hesitantly replied- No, Sameer. I am fine.

Sameer- No. I can tell by your face. Tell me what it is?

I said- I don’t know. But she is completely ignoring me. Do you think she is still being kinky and teasing me, or is it that she doesn’t care about me at all? Sometimes I feel my presence or absence doesn’t matter to her anymore.

Sameer replied- Honestly speaking, even I felt that. Her behaviour is really surprising me today.

I said- I think I have no right to be upset. I think I asked for it.

Sameer- Come on. Everything you did was for her pleasure. Also, whatever she has been doing was for your pleasure. She has been enjoying the pleasure and behaving kinkily for your fantasy. But now I think she is crossing the line.

I said- you really think so?

Sameer- yes. But if you want, we can punish her and bring her back to the right path.

I asked- how?

Sameer smiled- don’t worry. We will punish her in a way that even from it she will get pleasure.

I asked- But what exactly?

Sameer- leave that to me. You remember that from now on, you are going to get actively involved instead of being a bystander.

I said- omg. Are we going to have a threesome?

Sameer- Yes, my friend. That is exactly what we are going to have.

He gave me a desensitising cream and asked me to go to the washroom once Nisha comes back. I was supposed to put the cream on my penis so that it could delay my ejaculation.

Nisha came out in 5 minutes, and I stepped inside and gently massaged my penis with the cream. I came out after a couple of minutes.

Sameer asked Nisha- Hope you are feeling fresh now.

Nisha smiled- yes, and energised too.

Sameer- Shall we begin then?

Nisha- I can’t wait.

Sameer- ok sweetheart. This time I have a surprise for you.

Nisha asked- What is it.

Sameer gave her a blindfold and asked her to wear it.

Nisha wore the blindfold, and Sameer asked her to climb the massage table. When Nisha climbed it, Sameer asked her to bend in the doggy position, in the same way in which she had gifted him her ass before. Nisha poked her ass upwards, and I was standing just behind her.

Sameer then asked me, Prashant, she said, “Naa, you are her slave and only her ass is for you. She also complimented you for eating her ass well.”

I nodded my head.

Well, then you are going to do the same again. This time, she is offering her ass to you in its full glory.

Nisha smiled and asked- Is this the surprise you were talking about, Sameer?

Sameer- no, for that you will have to wait a little jaan.

Nisha replied- ok jaanu, as you say.

Nisha lowered her head and waited for her surprise.

Sameer signalled me, and I came forward. Nisha’s huge ass was all in front of me, and her cute asshole was inviting me with its full charm and attraction.

I was standing spellbound, looking at the beauty of her huge, voluptuous ass. From that angle, I could even see Nisha’s lovely pussy also peeping out a bit. I went near and took a strong kiss on her cute asshole.

Then I took a big swipe with my tongue, from her pussy all the way up to her ass. Nisha let out a loud moan, and her body shook with excitement. I didn’t wait and put my hand on her huge ass cheeks, and started eating her asshole right away.

I strengthened my grip on her ass by putting my hands on her back, and pulled her ass towards myself. I locked my mouth on her asshole with full force and started licking and tongue fucking it wildly.

Nisha moaned in pleasure and said- Oh my dear cuck hubby, you have become a wonderful ass licker and eater.

Sameer interrupted- Nisha, you can’t stay quiet even for a moment naa. I need to do something about it.

Before Nisha could say anything, Sameer pushed his mighty cock in her mouth and filled it deep into her throat, and started fucking in her mouth with slow speed.

After making sure Nisha could not speak with her choked throat, Sameer signalled me to stand up. He gave me a bottle of lubricant and asked me to pour it on my cock and over Nisha’s asshole. I kept pouring it until almost half the bottle was empty.

I was standing so close to Nisha. Sameer signalled me to put my cock on Nisha’s asshole and give a strong push.

Although Sameer was talking to me in signals only, Nisha could sense what was going on. But she could not speak or stop us because her mouth was filled with Sameer’s mighty cock.

Nisha had never fucked in her asshole before, and her body started shaking in fear and anticipation. But I was determined to inaugurate her ass opening with my lubricated cock.

In normal conditions, I would have cummed too quickly, but this time I had recently ejaculated, and also my cock had been desensitised by the delay cream.

I gave a strong push. Due to extreme lubrication, my cock penetrated more than half into her ass in just one push.

Nisha felt such intense pain that she let go of Sameer’s cock and screamed – “ohhhh jaanu main mar gayi .. aahhhh”. Sameer, you bastard, this is the surprise you two had planned for me.

Sameer smiled and said- Yes. Sometimes bitches like you need a little brutality to show them their place.

She was still in pain and wanted to say something. But Sameer quickly filled her mouth with his mighty cock again. He signalled me to ignore her pain and fuck her full throttle.

I started moving my cock back and forth. Due to a huge amount of lubricant, my cock was easily going in and out. After some time, Nisha’s pain also faded, and she started enjoying herself. To double her pleasure, Sameer also started fucking in her mouth.

Both of us were fucking her in rhythm now. Nisha was experiencing double penetration and a threesome for the first time. This was also the first time she was getting fucked in her ass, and I was happy that I was the first one to inaugurate her ass opening.

Sameer started talking dirty again.

Sameer- You see Prashant. These sluts need to be treated like real bitches sometimes. 2 minutes ago, she was screaming in pain, and see how much she is enjoying her ass being fucked.

I said- you are right, bro. I love her so much that I could never even think of being brutal with her. But I think she likes being treated like a whore.

Sameer- that is because she is a whore. A real slut who needs countless cocks in all her holes.

I asked- really? Is that what she wants?

Sameer- I am sure she would even love a gangbang with 5 or even with 10 men fucking her together. You don’t worry, one day I will arrange a few more guys who will fuck her like a real slut.

Nisha was also getting super aroused listening to our conversation. Our cocks were fucking her with full speed and power now. We kept fucking her for 10 minutes nonstop in that position.

Sameer then changed the position. We all came to bed. We made Nisha lie between us on her side. Sameer hugged her from the front, and I hugged her from the back. Sameer lifted her leg and inserted his throbbing cock inside her pussy.

From behind her, I inserted my cock in her asshole, and then both of us started fucking her with wild thrusts. Nisha was going mad with pleasure.

She moaned- Oh, both of you, my jaanus. You are giving me pleasures I had never experienced before. First time I am being fucked in my ass and first time I am experiencing a dp and a threesome. fuck me. fuck me harder, both of you.

She was totally covered on both parts with our bodies, and our cocks were fucking her like machines. We kept fucking her for 20 minutes in that position, and we all kept talking dirty all that time.

Finally, I was the first one to cum. I cum heavily in Nisha’s ass, filling it with my cream. Soon after, Sameer and Nisha also cum hard together. Once again, Sameer filled her pussy with his thick cream.

We kept lying there for around 5 minutes. Nisha turned around and hugged me. She was so tired that she didn’t even bother to clean herself and quickly fell asleep. Sameer got up from the bed and said- Prashant, I think she is hell tired. Right now, she needs nothing but some sleep.

I replied- yes, you are right. Shall we leave her alone?

Sameer- No. Now she needs you. She is no longer the hotwife she was a few minutes ago. Now she is the same old loving wife of yours, and she needs you by her side. So you two sleep together. I am going to my room. See you in the morning.

I replied- ok Sameer. Thanks for everything.

Sameer smiled and walked out of the room. Nisha was in a deep sleep by now. I covered her and myself properly with the quilt, and soon after, I also fell asleep.

So guys, this is the end of this part. Please do share your feedback with me. Depending on your feedback only, I will decide whether to continue the story or wind it up here. My email is [email protected].

My name is Ram. I was working in Mumbai from 2016 to 2020, and I had a colleague there named Roshni. She was a digital marketing executive, and I was a Senior Operations Executive. We were seated at nearby workstations and used to interact constantly during our work times. We became very close and developed feelings for each other.

Roshni was 28 at the time, and I was 26. She was married, but her husband was in the Merchant Navy, which meant he was gone for 6 months every year. Understanding her situation, I planned to satisfy her sexual needs while her husband was away. So, we developed a situationship where we both benefited. It was a pure friendship without a relationship and zero commitments. Just sex.

Roshni was a typical Marathi girl. She was very conscious about her body and personality and went to the gym regularly to stay in shape. Her measurements were 32C-24-30. She had a fair complexion, though not milky white. She always wore tight dresses to the office, and everyone would stare at her perky, pointed boobs in her attire.

Since she was seated next to me, I always had the privilege of watching them. She was very friendly, and our friendship gradually rooted down to other layers. We became open and very close friends. I joined her at the gym, and we started working out together, which made us even closer. We started sharing everything, including sex, family, and any topic under the sun.

During our conversations, I found out that she and her husband would have sex chats while he was sailing. He could only use his mobile for a limited time, so they would just share messages. She used to satisfy her needs by masturbating. At that time, I wasn’t in a relationship and didn’t have a fuck buddy in Mumbai.

So, I openly told her I wanted to have sex with her. She was friendly and said she would consider my request. We started sexting when we were horny, but she never shared any nudes. We would masturbate during our phone sex sessions. We continued our daily workouts and office sessions together.

One day, she told me her husband’s parents were planning to go to their village near Vasai and would be back only after two days. She took leave for two days, telling everyone she was going with them, but she actually stayed in Mumbai and went to the gym with me. We planned a trip together and decided to go to Lonavala.

I told my manager I had a fever and took sick leave. After our gym session, we went back to our homes and got ready by 10 AM. It was a Tuesday morning in December. We hired a Zoomcar, and I drove to Lonavala.

During the journey, she held my hand and rested her head on my shoulder. We were ready to have some fun. She took my phone and booked a room in Lonavala. We reached the hotel by 1 PM. The climate was fantastic. After we got to the room, we relaxed.

Since we were so open about sex, I had already told her I wanted to suck her pointed boobs. She was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket. She took off her jacket and then her t-shirt, standing there in her purple bra.

She came over to me and said, “Now I am yours. You can do whatever you want.”

I replied, “You horny bitch… I’m going to eat you today.”

I went to her, held her boobs over her bra, and pressed them with my hand. They were so soft, and I could see the veins on her breasts.

Without wasting any time, I removed her bra straps and freed her boobs. They were perfectly pointed, with brown areolas and hard nipples.

I pressed my face into her boobs, and she hugged me. I started sucking them one at a time while I pressed the other one with my hand.

She caressed my hair and enjoyed what I was doing.

We started smooching and kept at it for a while. I lifted her onto the table and we continued to kiss, sucking each other’s tongues.

I slowly leaned her back against the wall and started to undress her, pulling off her jeans. When I took them off, she was in just her purple panties.

I took off my t-shirt and jeans, leaving me in my boxers. She was leaning against the wall, sitting on the table, and I started sucking her toes while holding her legs.

It was my fetish fantasy, and she was loving it. After sucking her big toes on both feet, I started kissing her feet and worked my way up her legs until I reached her groin.

I could see how wet her panties were. I took them off; she was clean-shaven. I started sucking her pussy and tongue-fucking her.

She started making noises and screamed for me to keep going. Her moans made me even hornier.

I stopped sucking her pussy and took off my boxers. I grabbed a condom from my bag, but she told me to go without it, since she was on her safe days.

So I spat on her pussy and rubbed my dick in the saliva. I moved towards her pussy, and she grabbed my dick, guided it to her hole, and screamed at me to fuck her.

I pushed hard, and my dick went inside. There was some resistance, but I pushed harder. She screamed, and I saw tears in her eyes.

I started fucking her, and she kept telling me to go faster. She was sitting on the table, and I was standing, holding her legs as I fucked her.

I increased my speed to the max, and the room was filled with her moans of “Ahh… Ahh…”

When I was about to cum, I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her stomach and groin. I avoided any risk in our relationship by not cumming inside her.

Later that night, we fucked two more times in different positions and satisfied her sex cravings. I’ll share one of our other sexual acts in the next episode.

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Any ladies and married women looking for casual friendship with no commitments and no relationship can connect with me at [email protected].

Hello friends. I’m Venkatesan. I’m 19 years old from Coimbatore. I have a dusky skin tone and slim body type. I’m here to share with you the second part of my first-ever nighttime sex with my hot fuck-buddy step-mother, Diana.

She is an uber hot woman with milky white skin tone, brown hair, plump, cylindrical arms with a 34C bust and no visible belly fat. In my previous story, I had shared the first part of our first night of intercourse on 11th April 2025.

So, to continue, Diana was still sitting over my lap as we took our breath back, tangling her legs behind my buttocks. Gazing into each other’s lips closely, we sat in the same lotus position for a while. My dick had become soft and shrunk in size. Yet the head of my dick was still inside her tiny, wrinkled pussy hole.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Diana whispered to me, “So, done with your long-awaited first night sex?”

I whispered back, “First night-sex is over. But our first night celebration is not over.”

Diana gave a narrow, staring smile and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

I said, “I want to fuck you all night. And when I say all night, I want to have sex with you even as the sun rises tomorrow morning.”

She replied, “As a woman, I would love more sex. Not sure all night, but definitely more sex than we have had tonight till now. What I’m wondering is, normally, you guys start feeling dizzy just after a few seconds of intercourse and ejaculation. But you are saying you want to continue having sex with me all night.”

I told her, “I’ve said this to you before. If I had a wife as gorgeous as you, I would not sleep all night. Maybe tonight is the night to show that to you.”

Diana gave a staring smile and whispered to me by rubbing her nose with mine, “I’m waiting.” Saying that, she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to kiss me in lust. I opened my mouth and sucked her juicy tongue into my mouth as we started kissing lavishly again.

We started kissing intensely, making slurping noises as we sucked each other’s lips and tongue fiercely. With one of my hands around her soft, wet waist, I pulled her drenched blouse sleeve down her left hand.

As we continued kissing, Diana slowly tried pulling her hands out of her wet blouse sticking tightly over her sweaty body. Continuing to eat each other’s lips and tongue deeply, I pulled both her blouse sleeves down her fleshy arms.

Diana pulled her hands out of it with some difficulty, as it was sticking to her wet body so tightly. Even as I pulled her blouse sleeves down her arms, I could feel drops of her sweat sprinkling over my face and shoulders. Diana managed to remove her hands from her blouse.

She rolled her arms around my neck. I threw her blouse, fully drenched in her sweat, on the floor. We hugged tight and kissed each other randomly around our necks, cheeks and shoulders. I even went on to bite her plummy arms running over my shoulders.

Kissing all over her upper body, I unhooked her bra behind her and pulled her bra straps down her arms. Diana again pulled her arms out of her bra straps, allowing me to remove her wet bra. I flicked her bra behind me on the bed.

We hugged each other again. Diana pressed her big, spongy boobs over my chest as we opened our mouths wide and locked our lips with each other. The only piece of cloth that was bothering me was her petticoat raised above her buttocks. It was rolled around her waist like a tube.

As we smooched sensually, I slowly untied the knot of her petticoat over her left waist. Diana realised that I was taking off her petticoat as well from her body. She slowly withdrew her lips from mine and looked down.

I whispered to her, “I hate any bit of cloth on your body. I want my milky white babe clean.”

Diana whispered back, asking, “Oh yeah? So, why allow it to linger over my waist then?”

Asking that, she tried to untangle her legs from behind me so that I could pull her petticoat down her legs and remove it. But I stopped her from untangling her legs and said, “Just raise your hands, baby.”

Diana raised her hands and said with a smile, “This was normally removed the other way, I suppose.” I pulled her petticoat up her body and asked her, “Do we both like things the normal way?” Just as I pulled her petticoat over her face and was removing it up her arms, Diana replied with a lusty smile, “No.”

The intention behind that question and answer was, by relationship, we were like mother and son. But I had loads of lust for her that I wanted to sleep with her day and night.

Diana wanted to have a baby with me. She felt her husband could not make her pregnant with the way things had been between them for the last 8 months. As I was removing her petticoat, I noticed her broad, even-toned, neatly waxed, wet and fleshy underarms.

My lust grew manifold seeing her juicy underarms. I told myself that I’m not ending our encounter that night without tasting her fleshy, clean, and wet underarms. I removed her petticoat, crushed it in my hands and threw it on the floor.

Both of us were fully nude. We hugged tight and started kissing each other’s neck, ears, cheeks and shoulders intensely. With my arms around her sweaty waist, I lifted Diana and dropped her flat on the bed. I fell over her and continued to kiss all over her face, and ran my upper lip over her jaw.

With my body slightly lifted over her body, I grabbed both her boobs and squeezed them hard. As I groped her hard, Diana got aroused. She wrapped her arms around my upper back and pulled me down, making me lie tightly over her.

She kissed my face randomly, dug her tongue into my ears and bit my ears and shoulders. Lying over her wet, spongy body, I continued kissing and licking her face, neck and biting her plump arms.

As both of us were going hard against each other, we started to cuddle. We rolled over each other hard across the length and breadth of the bed, taking turns to kiss and bite each other in lust. Both of us were panting and sweating heavily, even with the AC on, but we did not stop our intense cuddling.

We only stopped cuddling with Diana, who was almost falling off the bed. We were cuddling and rolling over each other wildly. We ended up with Diana’s upper body going outside the bed.

As she was about to fall down from the bed, Diana gasped out loud shouting, “Oh aah hey wait stop.” But before she fell, I placed my palm under her upper back and pulled her back up onto the bed.

I put her back on the bed. We were actually lying with our heads and feet on opposite sides. That is, our feet on the pillow and the head on the other end. We breathed heavily, with me lying over Diana.

Taking my breath back, I asked her, “Are you Ok, baby?” Placing one of her palms on her forehead, Diana whispered back with a heavy breath, “That was so good, darling.” I did not realise, but my dick was hard again and rubbing over her moist belly.

We looked into each other’s eyes with a lusty smile as we took our breath back. With that eye contact, I raised my upper body. I held her big, spongy left boobs from underneath with the webbing between my forefinger and thumb.

Looking into her eyes, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed her light pinkish brown mammae into my mouth. Chewing her wet, soft, fleshy boobs above and below her mammae, I licked her hard, fat nipples with my tongue. I started sucking her hard nipples, desperately trying to get some milk out of them.

As I sucked her nipples hard, Diana moaned sensually with her eyes closed. She had her arms spread wide across the bed, exposing her broad, even-toned underarms to me. I had not gotten attracted to her underarms till that point. But seeing her wet underarms fully exposed, I felt like licking them dry.

Her underarms seemed like a mirage to me. That is, it was clean and even-toned when her arms were stretched out. But seemed to turn a little greyish when she started to close her arms. I continuously gazed at her even-toned, broad, and wet underarms as I sucked her hard nipples.

Diana kept moaning with tight lips and a shrunken face by closing her eyes. The more I saw her sweaty underarms, the more I was attracted towards them. Beyond a point, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I withdrew my lips and hands from her spongy, reddish white boobs.

I grabbed her plumy arms. Looking at her eyes, I asked, “So, this is the juicy armpits you waxed for me a few hours ago?” Diana bit her lips with a smile and said, “Yes, so?” I told her, “It looks so yummy, babe. I want to taste it.”

Her face shrank with a smile. She asked me, “Are you sure?” I said, “I’m so tempted to lick your sweat off your underarms.” Diana’s face shrank with a smile. Biting her teeth, she again asked, “You really want to do this?” I lost patience.

I told her, “I can’t control myself anymore, babe. You have spread your legs so many times for me. Just spread your arms for me this time. Saying that, I grabbed her plumy arms spread wide across the bed. Running my tongue on the outer side of her left breast, I went up licking her wet, salty body.

In no time, I plunged my face into her soft, sweaty, broad left armpits. Her underarms were smelling a combination of her roll-on deo and her sweat. I loved both her smell and the soft texture of her underarm flesh. I got really horny.

I started licking, sucking, and even biting her underarm flesh hard. I made loud slurping noises as I sucked her underarm sweat intensely into my mouth. I went on to engulf her loose, tender, soft underarm flesh into my mouth and chewed it hard. Diana giggled and gasped every time I bit her juicy underarm flesh.

After eating her soft flesh for quite some time, I replaced her underarm sweat with my saliva, leaving her armpits fully red. I slowly pulled my mouth, teeth and tongue off her left underarm. I continued holding both her arms tight with her hands still spread wide across the bed.

I was lying over her as I licked and sucked her left underarm. I lifted my face from her reddish armpit. Looking up at her face, I whispered with a heavy breath, “You are such a spicy woman, babe.” Breathing heavy, she whispered back, “And you are such a dirty boy.”

Replying to her, “And I want to be dirtier”, I slowly took my face across her body. Gazing at her glowing, wet right underarm, I plunged my face into her right armpit this time. Diana gasped, “Oh my god. So, you are not done yet?”

I sucked her loose, soft underarm flesh into my mouth and chewed it hard. This time, Diana grabbed the hair on my head with her left hand and said in a grunting tone, “It’s painful. Don’t bite so hard.” In the process of eating her juicy underarm flesh, I even ended up drinking her salty sweat drops over it.

After some intense flesh tasting, I slowly withdrew my mouth from her right underarm. Diana was lying down on the bed with her arms open and her hands bent on either side of her head after the elbow. She was holding the lower end of the bed on either side of her head, tight as I ate her armpits.

As I lifted my face, I slowly slid down from her body and lay on my side, nudging her right breast with my left chest. We gazed at each other closely. Diana was lying down on the bed in tri-colours.

She was red over both her underarms, and her bust was somewhat pinkish red. The other parts of her body were her natural milky white skin tone.

With a heavy breath, I whispered to her, “Wow, you are so colourful, mommy.” Diana chuckled and said, “Have some shame calling me your mommy.” I replied, “Why not? If girls can say that their father is their first boyfriend, then why can’t I call my girlfriend ‘mommy?”

Diana laughed out loud and said, “Oh my God. That comparison is so confusing and complicated.” She looked down at me and said, “For Christ’s sake, call me your girlfriend and not mommy.”

Placing my right palm over her belly, I said, “I loved eating your underarms. We need to add armpit tasting to our daily sex menu.”

Diana raised her eyebrows with a smile and asked, “Oh yeah? So, how did it feel exactly to lick bite and suck my underarms?” I said, “It felt like eating a lychee fruit. So soft and tender flesh you have under your arms, and it was so yum.”

She smiled with a shrunk face and asked, “But how did it smell?” I said, “I love your smell, Mommy.”

Just as I was saying it, my eyes caught up with her rosy lips. I quickly dragged myself up a little with my face right above her and asked her, “After the spicy flesh tasting, time for some sweets?”

Saying that, I locked her upper lip with my lower lip. Both of us mumbled as we kissed sloppily, opening our mouths wide. We continued sucking each other’s lips intensely. We even got into a tongue fight, digging out tongues into each other’s mouths.

After some sloppy smooch, we slowly paused and withdrew our tongues from each other’s mouths. I gently sucked her thick lower lip twice as we ended our smooch. Diana lay on the bed. She combed my hair with her fingers with a smile. We were both breathing heavily.

I gazed at her sweaty, glowing body from top to bottom. I was awestruck by her raw beauty. Unable to control my lust, I said, “Wow”. Diana raised her eyebrows and asked, “What?”

I said, “I’m just imagining that if you are so hot and sultry at 40, how gorgeous and tempting you would have been in your 20s and early 30s.”

Diana laughed out loud and asked, “So, what would you have done if you had seen me in my 20s, say, when I was 25?” I replied, “If we were on the same wavelength back then, I would have lost my virginity 15 years ago and not just 15 days ago like now.

The only difference is, instead of a 2.3-inch-thick marker pen, you would have had to live with a 0.3-inch-thick pencil inside your pussy back then.”

Raising her eyebrows, Diana asked, “0.3-inch pencil? You mean your 4-year-old dick back then?” Putting my tongue out, I said, “Yes.”

Diana laughed out loud again and said, “Oh God. You are talking so much rubbish tonight. Anyway, I don’t know about your 0.3-inch pencil back then. But I can feel your hard-on marker pen now rubbing my lower abdomen.”

I whispered to her sensually, “Yes, babe. He is up and ready to taste my mommy’s flesh between her legs.” Placing her right palm on my left shoulder, Diana whispered back to me, “Then what are you waiting for?”

I said, “Just for you to spread your legs for me, baby.” Hearing me, she taunted a kiss at me with a smile.

Taunting a kiss back at her, I slowly rolled myself over Diana. I dug my palms under her shoulders. Diana slowly spread her legs wide and allowed me to get between her legs.

I raised my upper body a little from her body. I lowered my waist a little, allowing my dick to slide down from her abdomen and kiss the soggy junction between her legs.

My dick rubbed against her wet outer pussy lips. Diana dug her right hand between our legs and grabbed my hard, dark dick. She closed her eyes and rubbed my dick top to bottom over the outer pussy flesh between her pussy lips by making a hissing sound.

I told myself that it’s once again time for some deep and intense flesh tasting. Grabbing her shoulders tight from underneath, I quickly pushed my dick inside her pussy. Diana gasped out loud as just the head of my dick penetrated her pussy. I slowly pushed my dick deeper inside her pussy.

Diana closed her eyes and moaned sensually with a smile on her face by opening her mouth a little. She had her arms spread wide across the bed, grabbing the bedspread tight. I loved her wet and sticky pussy flesh, tightly gripping my dick from all sides.

I felt both tickles and pain as I slowly pushed my dick deeper and deeper inside her pussy. With about three-fourths of my dick inside her pussy, I pushed my dick further inside her, locking our waists tightly against each other. I pushed the final inch of my dick inside her.

Diana raised her bust a little from the bed and screamed in a grunting tone. She lifted her hands and grabbed the end of the bed just beside her head on either side. Wanting to fuck her, I tried pulling my dick back a little. Diana stopped me by grabbing my buttocks tightly with both her hands.

She said with a panting voice, “Wait, wait. Just hold it there.” I did not move my dick inside her. Still, she continued moaning loudly with a shrunken face and a broad smile on her face. I could not understand what she was going through.

But she was feeling good, something with my dick fully screwed inside her. After a few seconds, she loosened her hold on my buttocks. As her grip loosened on my buttocks, I pulled my dick halfway back and thumped it hard inside her fully again.

Diana once again held my buttocks hard and screamed with her bust raised from the bed. At that moment, all I understood was that she was loving it whenever my dick was fully inside her. I waited for her grip on my buttocks to loosen.

I pull my dick back and push it fully inside her pussy again. She kept grabbing my buttocks tightly. I penetrated the full length of my dick inside her pussy. We repeated the process a few times. After a few times, Diana slowly scratched my buttocks with her nails, moaning in instalments in a pleading tone.

She went down, scratching my outer thighs, and dropped her hands from my buttocks by holding the bedspread tight. Her loud moans every time I pushed my dick deep inside her got my lust hit the roof. Just as she released my buttocks from her clutches, I could not hold my desperation to fuck her hard anymore.

I immediately pressed my palms on the bed hard on either side of her bust and started fucking her deep, intensely. I drilled her pussy fiercely, moving my body like waves over her. Diana was also moving up and down along with me every time I pushed my dick deep inside her with some force and pulled it back.

She continued to moan loudly in a pleading tone with her eyes closed. Her face was shrunk, but she had a broad smile on her face as she moaned loudly. The friction between my dick and her tight pussy flesh was making a sticky noise. I loved those intense moments with her on the bed.

The sight of her big boobs jumping up and down as I fucked her made me hornier by every passing second. I was taking a little longer to cum as I just had intercourse with her about an hour back. It happens to me even when I masturbate in quick succession. The second time is longer than the first one.

Diana’s loud moans and screams this time were a few decibels higher than usual. She had her legs and feet up in the air and spread wide as I drilled her pussy deep. After literally crushing her pussy hard for minutes, I started to feel a strong tickling sensation running through the length of my dick.

But just seconds before my semen gushed out of my dick, Diana started to scream continuously. I felt some hot water splashing all over my waist and my balls. I was in no position to react as I was feeling in seventh heaven with my semen also gushing out of my dick.

I splashed my cum deep inside her pussy in multiple instalments. As I cum, I fell over Diana. She hugged me tight and started scratching all over my upper back. Usually, only I would moan when I cum. But this time, both of us were simultaneously moaning.

As I finished cumming, I slowly lifted my forehead from Diana’s shoulder. She had her eyes half closed. Both of us were bathing in sweat and were panting heavily. Diana kept whispering, “I love you,” with her eyes half closed. Both our bodies were fully drenched in sweat.

I felt excessively wet around my lower abdomen and my balls. I got up slowly with my softened dick almost out of her pussy. I pulled the head of my dick out of her pussy and found that she had actually peed on me. The bed was also completely wet in the middle.

I did not realise what happened at that time. Looking up at her, I asked, “What happened? You wanted to pee?”

Diana slapped her palm on her forehead with a smile and said with a heavy breath, “Idiot. Never heard of a female orgasm? I just had one. It’s not my pee.”

We smiled at each other. I replied to her by asking, “Oh, so you had overtaken me in ejaculating?” Diana chuckled and said, “Yes, baby. Ladies first, right?” I nodded my head in agreement as we both smiled and taunted a kiss at each other.

So, friends, this was the second part of my first night of sexual intercourse with my step-mother, Diana. I shall continue with our sexual fun over the rest of the night in my next part. Please let me know your feedback about doing kinky dirty stuff with her behind my selfish father’s back.

You could also write to me at my email ID: [email protected].

Poonam could not sleep a wink. She kept tossing and turning in bed, while her husband, Vijay, slept soundly beside her. The previous night, Vijay had fucked her with unusual vigor, reminiscent of their honeymoon days.

Poonam had teased him, “You seem to be all fired up. Are you imagining some woman or replaying a porn you’ve seen?”

Vijay had grunted without slowing down. “You won’t believe it if I tell you.”

Poonam asked, “What is it? Tell me.”

Vijay stopped fucking, hesitated, and said, “I saw Rajeev fucking Suma.”

Poonam was shocked. Suma was Vijay’s sister, and Rajeev was her son. Suma was a widow; she had lost her husband during the COVID-19 pandemic.

Poonam stared at him. “Are you mad? How can a son fuck his mom?”

Vijay resumed fucking with force and said, “I’ll tell you everything after I cum.” He rammed her like a bull for the next ten minutes, pumped hot cum into her, and lay panting next to her.

She waited for him to talk about it, but along with his cum, his confidence left him. Suddenly, he panicked. What would Poonam think of him and his family?

Poonam asked impatiently, “Did you dream it, or did Rajeev really fuck his mom?”

Vijay gathered his courage and said, “The internet went off. I wanted to ask Rajeev to reset it. When I opened the door, I saw him fucking her.”

Poonam asked, “Did you close the door quietly and leave?”

Vijay said, “There was no chance. He was fucking her doggy style, and they both looked at me.”

Poonam was upset, but strangely, she was also excited. For the last few years, she had been an avid reader of incest stories.

Poonam asked, “They must have panicked and rushed to put on their clothes, right?”

Vijay said, “No. They continued fucking. Suma asked me to come and watch, since there was no point in hiding it after I’d already seen them.”

Poonam asked in disbelief, “Did you join them? Did you fuck her?”

Vijay said, “No. I didn’t fuck Suma. But I watched until he pumped cum into her cunt. Then I left and masturbated in the bathroom.”

Poonam said, “I don’t believe you. You’re making it all up.”

Vijay said, “You can ask her tomorrow when we meet. I have two days off. We’ll send the kids to stay with your brother and visit Suma.”

Poonam asked in fury, “Are you nuts? After what you told me, we should blacklist them and stay away. We have two grown-up daughters, or did you forget? Smita is 20, and Shriya is just over 18.”

Vijay said, “Think it over tonight and tell me tomorrow morning,” and turned to sleep.

Poonam asked, “Do you want to fuck your sister?”

Vijay said, “Yes. My God… what beautiful, big tits she has… and how she jumped when he was fucking her hard? Any man would love to fuck her.”

Poonam said, “You shameless creature. I never knew you were such a pervert.”

Vijay said, “You would be too if you’d watched them fucking. You’d love Rajeev to fuck you. Good night,” and slid into a deep sleep within seconds.

Sleep eluded Poonam. She had started reading sex stories during the COVID-19 days and liked incest stories, especially those written by an author named Raj. On an impulse, she sent a friend request to Raj. Raj accepted. Poonam typed…

Poonam: Hi, Raj. I’m your fan. I like your stories.

Raj: Thank you.

Poonam: In many stories, you guided moms. Did you, by any chance, guide one named Suma?

Raj: Hmm, I’m not sure. There are three Sumas. One is in Dubai, and another is from Kerala. The third is a widow with a grown-up son.

Poonam’s pulse quickened. She asked a few details and confirmed that Raj had guided her.

Poonam: So, you’re the culprit. Why did you do it?

Raj: I only help when someone requests it. Suma was sad, depressed, and felt lonely. Now, she’s very happy and enjoying her second innings.

Poonam: But it’s all wrong.

Raj: Is it right for her to lead a miserable, lonely life?

Poonam: She can marry again or find men to fuck her.

Raj: If she marries, you’d be among the first to shame her. How can she marry when her son is ready for marriage? At her age, how can she go about seducing men? Most are selfish and might blackmail her or land her in trouble. With her son, it’s safe, risk-free, and they’re both quite happy.

Poonam: Stupid logic. Who will marry her son, and which girl will accept a mother-in-law who fucks her husband?

Raj: Oh, you don’t know? Rajeev’s girlfriend knows and is happy to share.

Poonam was stunned.

Poonam: What? Impossible? Did her family approve?

Raj: The girlfriend’s parents are no more. She has a brother who fucks her. Now, every weekend, the girlfriend and her brother visit Suma’s house, and they have foursomes.

Poonam: Wait a minute. Why are you telling me all this? Do you discuss others’ matters so freely?

Raj: No. Suma asked me to discuss it with you if you pinged me.

Now, Poonam’s head was reeling.

Poonam: How? Why? Don’t talk in riddles. Tell me clearly.

Raj: Okay. After Suma and Rajeev started fucking and enjoying foursomes, they became quite close and open and shared fantasies. Rajeev has always fancied you. Since his college days, he’d masturbate imagining you. It seems you have a mind-blowing, curvy figure. He saved a few cleavage pics of you to masturbate to. Suma also confessed that she had a brother fantasy. So, they planned it.

Poonam: And you’re the scriptwriter and director?

Raj: No, no. I just gave a few tips.

Poonam: You think I’ll just jump and say ‘Yes’ and join them in bed?

Raj: No. I think you’ll consider it. I know you’re my fan, and I presume you masturbate reading my stories. Your sex life must have lost its luster, and you’re fucking once a week, more like a routine. When your husband is enthusiastic and encouraging, you should consider it.

Poonam: I will never do it.

Raj: Sex is bad only if it involves rape, blackmail, emotional blackmail, or force. Consensual sex between a male and female is okay, I feel. In your case, there would be no jealousy, fear of getting caught, or any of the negative things associated with sex with men other than your husband.

Poonam: I can’t believe Suma has become a shameless slut. She looks so innocent.

Raj: Hmm. She’s lucky. She’s enjoying it. Good night.

Poonam had a fitful sleep. When she woke up late, Vijay was ready, had prepared breakfast, and they were having it. Her daughters wished her good morning and exchanged smiles. Poonam knew they were thinking she’d woken up late because of their marathon fucking session.

Poonam brushed her teeth and joined them. Poonam said, “Dad has two days off. Can you stay with your uncle’s family for two days? We’ll visit Suma and Rajeev. It’s been ages since we got together.”

Both daughters agreed; they loved spending time with their cousins. As soon as the kids left, Vijay hugged Poonam tight, kissed her, and said, “Thank you.”

Poonam pushed him away and said, “Don’t thank me yet. I’ve only agreed to visit them.”

*****

As Vijay pressed the door buzzer, Poonam panicked and urged, “Let’s go back before they open the door. This is a very bad idea…”

Suma opened the door and invited them in. Suma was beaming ear to ear and was shamelessly gorgeous in a transparent, short nighty. Her massive tits defied gravity and were proudly erect, her large nipples poking through the fabric. Suma was wide but not obese; her flat stomach and puffed-up pussy were hazily visible through the self-designed blue nighty.

Suma hugged them tight. Poonam was uncomfortable and squirmed as Suma’s tits pressed warmly against hers. Poonam thought Vijay hugged Suma longer than necessary and squeezed her buttocks hard.

Rajeev came out from the bedroom with a big smile and an even bigger tent in his shorts. He touched his uncle’s and aunt’s feet and hugged them. Poonam almost fainted when Rajeev’s hot cock pressed against her during the hug.

Suma made coffee while the men sat on the sofa watching cricket and the women sat near the dining table, sipping coffee.

Poonam asked, “What is happening? You were so traditional, so orthodox, and…”

Suma smiled and said, “…Grumpy, short-tempered, and scowling? Don’t worry, I know you had issues with my mom and me. Frankly, have you ever seen me so happy and joyful?”

Poonam had to admit that Suma used to be irritable and always had a frown, but now she was very pleasant, laughing and happy.

Poonam said, “But… this is so unusual…”

Suma said, “Better late than never. When you rang the bell, Rajeev was about to enter me.”

Poonam was flustered and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. We interrupted.”

Suma smiled and said, “You came at the right time. Change into something comfortable and join us.”

Vijay and Poonam went to the guest room. Vijay gave Poonam a sexy, velvet-smooth, sleeveless nighty and changed into shorts without underwear and a t-shirt.

Poonam said, “Are you crazy? How can I wear this and walk in front of Rajeev? I’ve known him since he was in diapers.”

Vijay laughed and said, “Now you’ll see them in their birthday suits… just like when they were born. Don’t worry.”

When they entered the hall after changing, they found Suma and Rajeev passionately kissing. Rajeev was mauling his mom’s boobs over her nighty. He stopped when he looked at Poonam and exclaimed, “Wow, Poonam maami, you look smashing,” causing Poonam to blush, her face turning beet-red.

Suma smiled and said, “Rajeev, show maami how excited you are to see her,” and pulled down his shorts.

Poonam gasped at the massive size of Rajeev’s cock.

Rajeev quickly removed his mom’s nighty and his t-shirt. Naked, they walked to the bedroom, kissing, and Suma grabbed Poonam’s hand and pulled her along. Vijay followed them.

Poonam was in shock as she saw Suma suck Rajeev’s cock for a few minutes. Then Rajeev pushed Suma onto the bed, spread her legs, and buried his face in her pussy.

Poonam didn’t object as Vijay hugged her from behind and started squeezing her tits. Rajeev licked Suma while squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples.

Suma was moaning wildly, pressing her son’s head with such force it was as if she wanted to push him back into her pussy, from where he came. Then, Suma’s body quivered like a leaf in a storm as she orgasmed.

She pulled him up by his hair and hissed, “Motherfucker, fuck me hard, now.”

Rajeev’s chin, lips, and mouth were all wet and dripping with his mom’s pussy juices. He kissed his mom, and while Suma was licking her juices from his mouth, he spread her legs and buried his cock in her in one stroke.

From that point on, Poonam’s mind was super-excited, and she didn’t remember when Vijay had removed her nighty and his own clothes, or when he laid her on her back. She was so engrossed in the fucking spectacle of Suma and Rajeev that she seemed mesmerized.

Poonam came to her senses when Vijay pushed his cock into her pussy. She shrieked and tried to push him away and reach for her nighty.

Suma patted her hand and said, “Relax, dear. Enjoy. Your hubby is fucking you, not Rajeev. He’s watching and enjoying your beauty.”

Still, Poonam was quite shy and covered her face with her hands, but strangely found herself enjoying fucking like never before. Her cunt oozed juices.

Vijay removed her hands with force and told her gently, “Darling, open your eyes. Watch and enjoy the beauty of my sister and their fucking.”

Poonam was shy and watched their fucking from the corners of her eyes. Rajeev said, without slowing down, “Poonam maami, you’re sexier and more beautiful than I imagined while I was masturbating in college days.”

Slowly, Poonam unwound and started smiling seductively at Rajeev as she ground her hips and gave upward thrusts to meet Vijay. Rajeev was excited beyond control and was pulverizing Suma’s pussy.

Vijay and Suma exchanged glances, and Suma nodded. Vijay exclaimed, “Poonam darling… I can’t control myself any longer. I have to fuck my sis. Please say yes. Rajeev will take my place.”

Poonam froze and said in a low voice, “You can fuck her, but please don’t force me to fuck Rajeev. I’ve known him since he was in diapers.”

Rajeev assured her, “No issues, maami. There is absolutely no force. Mama can fuck mom, and she can suck my cock.” He removed his cock, glistening with her juices.

Suma squeezed Poonam’s hand and said, “You’ve known him since he was in diapers, but I gave birth to him. I won’t force you to fuck him if Vijay feels uncomfortable.”

Vijay pleaded with Poonam, “Please, dear, say yes. I’ll feel guilty if I enjoy alone.”

Poonam was engulfed in emotions of lust, shyness, guilt, and thrill. She covered her face with her hands and said, “If Vijay wants, then okay. But I won’t be able to see. Do it fast,” and spread her legs.

Poonam could feel Vijay removing his cock, and a few seconds later, she stopped breathing and waited with a pounding heart for Rajeev’s big cock to enter. Instead, she felt his warm lips kissing her pussy and his tongue exploring her depths and the nooks of her pussy.

A gasp escaped Poonam before she could stop it. Poonam was flying in the sky of ecstasy as Rajeev’s hands and fingers squeezed her boobs and tweaked her nipples expertly while he continued licking her pussy.

Poonam moaned as waves of orgasm hit her, and she pulled him by his hair, kissed him, and commanded him, “Fuck your maami. Show no mercy.”

Rajeev obeyed her and fucked her hard and fast. Suma and Vijay gave indulgent little smiles as they fucked at their own pace and rhythm.

After fucking with force and vigor, Rajeev gasped, “Maami, I’m about to cum. Shall I cum inside?”

Suma said, “Pump and fill her up. She’s had an operation, so there are no issues.”

As Rajeev unloaded large wads of cum, Poonam had multiple orgasms, which was unusual for her. Poonam’s breath slowed down, and she descended back to earth. She was engulfed in confusion, guilt, and shame at her lustful behavior.

She pushed Rajeev away and ran into another bedroom, closing the door. She was upset. How could she face her husband after fucking her nephew like a slut?

Vijay also filled his sister’s pussy with hot cum and quietly entered Poonam’s bedroom and hugged her. Poonam hugged him and asked in a low voice, “Don’t you hate me? I lost control and behaved like a slut.”

Vijay wiped her tears, kissed her, and said, “I love you more than ever. We are two passionate people who have suppressed our passions for over two decades. Now, it’s time to enjoy. Let’s keep sex and love in separate boxes.”

“Let’s feel happy when we see others enjoying. It doesn’t matter if other, bigger, thicker cocks give you heavenly pleasure. I know you will love me more. I expect the same reaction from me when I fuck other women.”

Poonam searched his face. “Wait a minute. Are you saying we will fuck more people?”

There was a gentle knock. Suma said, “When you’re ready, come out. We’re hungry. Let’s have lunch.”

Poonam slipped on her sexy nightgown, and Vijay put on his shorts and t-shirt and came out into the hall. As they were about to sit at the dining table, Poonam noticed there were two more plates.

Poonam asked, “Are you expecting guests?” The doorbell chimed.

Rajeev opened the door, and a sexy, beautiful girl and a handsome young man entered. Poonam had no chance to run and hide. She was on the other side of the dining table. She quickly sat down and crossed her arms over her chest, covering her boobs.

Poonam glared at Suma. “Why didn’t you tell us? I would have dressed properly.”

Suma laughed. She was also in a more revealing dress. She introduced them, “Poonam and Vijay. He is Rohit, Rajeev’s best friend. She is Rohit’s sister, Vani. Vani is Rajeev’s girlfriend too.”

They touched Suma’s feet to take her blessings. Rohit hugged Suma and kissed her passionately, saying, “Mom, I miss you so much.”

Then they took the blessings of Vijay and Poonam as well. Poonam cringed as Rohit’s eyes scanned her curves in the nighty as he bent to touch her feet.

Poonam blessed them and said, “I will go and change into something more comfortable.”

Vani laughed and said, “No, aunty. We’ll change into more comfortable clothes.”

When they left, Poonam asked, “What is happening?”

Rajeev said, “They lost their parents in an accident. So they love Suma as their mom.”

Vijay asked, “That’s okay. But he’s kissing her like a lover.”

Suma said, “They’ve been fucking for many years. Vani became Rajeev’s girlfriend, and they met me. When we were talking, our incest issues came out. Since then, every week we have a foursome. We thought you should also join us, so we invited them.”

When Vani and Rohit emerged, Vijay and Poonam’s eyes popped out. Vani was wearing a ribbon-like top that just covered her nipples, and Rohit was in shorts with a huge tent.

End of part 1.

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Mumbai is often referred to as the city of dreams. A city that embodies the spirit of coexistence. Migrants from other states travel to Mumbai to get a shot at making a good livelihood.

But the underbelly of Mumbai can be seen in the struggles of these migrants. They have to fight for every inch of land and claw at every little opportunity. This is what Ramesh and his family were also experiencing. Ramesh was a paddy field worker in Kerala, but migrated to Mumbai with his wife and son.

Ramesh was a dusky, hard-working man with a head full of hair and a strong build. He was in his late 50s. He used to work as a driver for a local businessman. His wife, Kavitha, who was in her 40s, was a simple woman. She was curvy with a 36D bosom and was a homemaker.

Then there was their son Mangesh. He wasn’t the brightest, and he spent most of his time idling away. He developed a dad bod before reaching his 30s due to being poor at outdoor activities. Ramesh had him work at his boss’s office as an office caretaker who would do small errands.

They used to stay in a chawl around Parel. It was a 350sqft room. It had a small attached bathroom in today’s world that would be as big as a room in most cities, but for Ramesh and family, that was their home. They had a kitchen platform on one end.

The opposite of it were their cupboards, which were kept with other storage items. They had a two-seater sofa which was adjacent to the bathroom. The centre space is where everyone slept. Soon the time came and Mangesh married a beautiful girl, Anila, from his native in Kottayam.

Anila was wheatish in complexion with expressive eyes. Her figure was 35-26-34 which was very appealing. Her father was a friend of Ramesh. He married her off in hopes of a better life for her in the big city.

Anila, although being a village girl, was quite modern. Due to her beauty, she had few past relationships as well. She did not fancy Mangesh at first, but was attracted to the glamour of city life and thus agreed to the union.

When Anila moved into the house, it made things difficult in terms of sleeping arrangements. Earlier, whenever Ramesh felt horny, he used to take Kavitha to the bathroom and fuck her.

Mangesh slept outside. Or he would put a blanket over Kavitha and finger her, or get a blowjob from her. Kavitha was very submissive to Ramesh and did as he said. Sometimes he would even come early to do it carefree with her before Mangesh came back from work.

But now they need to plan for the privacy of Mangesh and Anila as well. They put two hooks on either end of the room and hung a bed sheet to create a partition. So now both couples had some privacy.

On their wedding night, Anila was a bit shocked that they had to sleep with their parents across a curtain. But it was their first night, and Mangesh, who was a virgin, was already horny. Anila wore a traditional golden saree and had mehndi on her palms to her elbow.

She was looking amazing. She had a jasmine garland in her hair bun. It was a moonlit night, and her kajal-smeared eyes magnified her beauty. As she sat on their side of the partition, Mangesh could no longer control himself, seeing her beauty.

He removed her ghunghat and started kissing her wildly. Mangesh was going about it like a typical boy. He was rough with his touches and rushed in his approach. He undressed her and himself, too. Anila wasn’t enjoying this, but at this point, she was also horny. It had been a while since she last had sex.

Mangesh, seeing her naked, was already oozing Precum.

Anila: Is this your first time?

Mangesh: Yes, but I have seen plenty of porn and know my way. (He beamed with confidence.)

She was a little disappointed. She hoped that on her wedding night, she would be made to feel like a Queen, but she kept her feelings to herself. He took his dick and inserted it into her shaved pussy. Anila felt pain at first, but it was bearable.

Anila: Ahh… Mangesh covered her mouth and started to fuck her in missionary position.

Across the curtain, Kavitha had already slept. She was tired due to the rituals of the marriage, but Ramesh was still awake. He heard Anila’s moans, and it felt awkward to him. In that cramped space, there was no hiding.

He turned towards Kavitha and shut his eyes to try to sleep. But without knowing, he grew a bulge in his dhoti.

Anila: Go faster (She whispered)

Mangesh was almost spent, just as Anila was starting to enjoy, he pulled out and came on her belly.

Anila: So soon? We hardly did it for 3 minutes! (She was visibly annoyed)

Mangesh: Shut up, you don’t get to question me. You should be thankful that I married you and brought you to this city life.

Saying this, he put on his clothes and went to sleep. Anila couldn’t sleep. She questioned her decision to marry such an immature man. She was left high and dry. She decided to fulfil her cravings herself. She closed her eyes and started to run her finger around her pussy.

She thought about her past sexual encounters with her ex-lovers and fingered herself. She would use one or two fingers alternately to go deeper. Soon her wetness was flowing out of her love hole. Her fingers glistened with her sweet nectar.

Ramesh, on the other hand, could not sleep. He turned away from Kavitha to the other side, facing the partition. Due to Mangesh’s movement, the bed sheet had moved a little. The other side was faintly visible. The room was dark, but due to the light from outside, he was able to make out Anila.

He could see the shape of her curves, but wasn’t able to make out much. He saw her eyes closed and her hand on her lower body. His dirty mind was running wild. He wanted to look away, but his primal instincts made him stare longer. He could see her body arching as she reached climax.

Her silhouettes paint an erotic picture. His bulge was growing again. She let out a muffled moan as she finally orgasmed. She covered herself with the sheet and slept. Ramesh needed relief as well. He got up, went to the bathroom, and masturbated, thinking of Anila.

The next day, Mangesh left for work early, Kavitha took a bath and was preparing for morning puja. Ramesh woke up and waited for his morning tea. Anila brought it to him. She had also taken her bath and had a towel around her head.

Her maxi was a little wet from her wet body. She smiled while handing the cup to Ramesh and left. Ramesh’s eyes were glued to her as her maxi clung to her body, revealing the shape of her ass.

He would often find ways to stare at her when she wasn’t looking. In his heart, he started to find ways to get close to her. Meanwhile, Anila’s sex life remained dull. Mangesh would fuck her for 3-4 minutes once or twice a week, and Anila would remain unsatisfied.

Slowly, she started to lose all interest or hope of physical satisfaction from Mangesh.

Read the first two parts if you haven’t.

Sarika’s fingers tracing circles on Arjun’s nipples, her breath against his neck. The city lights glittered below them through the glass.

“What do I think Rhea’s doing right now?” Sarika repeated.

She placed her chin on his chest, dark hair sticking to both of them. “Probably sitting at her desk with her thighs pressed so tight together it hurts. Staring at that business card she gave you.”

Arjun laughed, still catching his own breath. “You’re evil.”

“No,” she corrected “, I’m honest.” She pushed up and straddled his hips again.

“She’s replaying the way you pulled her hair and kissed her like you were claiming her.”

“Bet she’s soaked through her panties and touching herself right now, hating how much she wants you.”

Her hands slide down his body, with her nails scraping his skin lightly, leaving marks.

“And she’s definitely wondering what kind of a woman lets her man kiss another woman like that and then gets wet because of it.”

Arjun’s cock twitched against her thigh, already hard again despite the continuous lovemaking. “I want to watch you fuck her on our bed.”

Sarika rolled her hips with her pussy lips teasing her the head of his cock. “I want to watch you break her the way you broke me. I want to watch her sharp eyes go soft while you’re buried inside her, and I’m sitting on her pretty face.”

She leaned down with her lips brushing against his ear. “I want to watch her beg for it,” He groaned and spanked her ass hard enough to leave marks. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Rewarding you,” she corrected.

She reached for his phone on the floor and handed it to him. “Call her,” Sarika said, eyes glittering. “Tell her you want to personally thank her for her cooperation. Tonight.”

Arjun took the phone and met Sarika’s gaze. “You sure?” Sarika smiled and guided his free hand between her legs. She was still dripping, swollen, sensitive. “Feel that? That’s how sure I am.”

He dialled. Rhea picked up. Her voice was breathy, like she’d been pacing. “Malhotra.”

Arjun let the silence stretch just long enough.

“Rhea. It’s Arjun Kapoor. I’m still in the office. Thirty-second floor. Door’s unlocked.”

He could practically hear her pulse.

Sarika leaned in, lips against the phone so Rhea would hear: “Get over here quickly, Mrs Malhotra.”

A soft, sharp inhale on Rhea’s end. Then, quietly, almost amused: “Give me twenty minutes.” The line went dead.

Sarika tossed the phone aside and grinned like a cat. “20 minutes is a long time, baby. I’m going to milk you dry. Make sure you last long enough to ruin two women.”

She slid down, taking him deep, and rode him like there’s no tomorrow. Just when he was about to cum, she went down on him expertly. His fingers tightened in Sarika’s hair as her mouth worked him relentlessly.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock with expert flicks that made his toes curl with pleasure. She gagged around him with the vibration shooting pleasure straight up his spine.

She took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Her hand was twisting at the base of his cock in a rhythm that had him throbbing already.

“Fuck, Sarika,” he growled, hips bucking forward reflexively. Never breaking contact with his eyes, loving every second of his unravelling, she swallowed every drop of his fresh cream as he came in loads.

The elevator chimed down the hall, twenty minutes on the dot. Rhea stepped in, still in that deep maroon saree. But now with the pallu draped loosely over one shoulder, revealing the swell of her cleavage. Her hair is now let loose.

Sarika was only wearing Arjun’s shirt, top buttons open and pussy exposed, glistening. Arjun, naked and hard, cock standing proud and slick from Sarika’s mouth.

“Chairman,” Rhea said, voice with that same amusement from the phone. She locked the door behind her, heels clicking as she approached.

“And the wife-to-be, I presume?” Her gaze lingered on Sarika’s flushed face, then dropped to the wetness between her legs. “Looks like I interrupted the celebration.”

Sarika pushed off the wall, smirking despite her post-orgasm haziness.
“Not interrupted…enhanced.”

She reached out, tracing a finger along the edge of Rhea’s saree blouse, hooking it under the fabric to tease the lace of her bra. “You signed the papers. Now it’s time for your reward, or is it punishment? Depends on how you like it,” she teased.

Rhea’s breath caught, but she liked where this was going. She slid off her pallu, revealing the full curve of her breasts straining against the thin blouse. Her nipples were dark and hard, poking through the fabric.

Arjun closed the distance in a second, grabbed Rhea’s waist and pressed her against him. His cock pressed into her belly through the saree, hot as fuck.

“On your knees first,” he ordered with authority. “Show me how a strong woman like you sucks cock.”

Rhea liked how he took things under control, unlike her cuckold husband. She sank gracefully with her saree bunching around her thighs.

Her hands wrapped around his base, stroking once, twice, before her lips parted and she took him slowly. No gagging, just expert control with her one hand cupping his balls and massaging them.

Sarika watched them, biting her lip, then knelt beside her. “Deeper,” she whispered, pushing Rhea’s head forward until Arjun’s cock disappeared down her throat.

She licked along the exposed base of his shaft, her tongue meeting Rhea’s lips, sharing a kiss around his dick. “Fuck,” Arjun hissed, hips thrusting shallowly. He put one hand in Rhea’s hair and the other in Sarika’s. They worked him together.
He pulled them away before he could cum and shoved Rhea onto the boardroom table. He hiked up her saree, exposing toned thighs and black lace panties already soaked through.

“Wet for me already?” he taunted, ripping the panties aside and plunging two fingers into her tight heat. She was scorching, and he then pumped his fingers in and out. Rhea arched, her saree blouse popped open from the strain.

Her breasts spilt out in all of their glory. They were full, not sagging whatsoever, with dark nipples begging for attention. He couldn’t control himself looking at that beauty.

He sucked her nipples furiously, occasionally biting them. He wanted to leave marks on them to let her husband know what a loser he is.

“I want you to let your husband know that you now belong to me and he doesn’t deserve a sexy siren like you.”

“Of course, you can fuck me while he watches if you’re interested in that. I want you to claim me tonight,” she said, getting turned on by the dirty talk.

“You think you can tame me?” she challenged. Sarika climbed onto the table, straddling Rhea’s face. “Let’s find out.” She lowered herself, pussy hovering over Rhea’s mouth.

“Eat me while he fucks you. Make me cum,” she ordered.

Rhea didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out, and she ate Sarika’s pussy, sucking her clit with hunger. Sarika moaned, grinding down on her mouth. Her hands bracing on Rhea’s breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until Rhea bucked with pleasure.

Arjun positioned himself between Rhea’s spread legs and rubbed his cock against her pussy, teasing her clit with it. “Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please,” Rhea mumbled against Sarika’s pussy. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He slammed in with one brutal and deep thrust, burying himself inside her completely. She was tight, her pussy clenched around him because her husband was a loser who finished in a minute. If he ever could get hard for this beauty of a woman.

Arjun rammed into her with a punishing pace. His hands were gripping her hips hard enough to leave a mark, the table shaking with each pound. His balls slapped against her. The wet sounds were like music to his ears.

Sarika rode Rhea’s face faster. “Tongue deeper…yes, just like that. Suck my clit, you bitch.” Rhea obeyed. Her fingers were digging into Sarika’s thighs, eating her out.

Sarika came first, screaming, flooding Rhea’s mouth with her juices. Arjun flipped Rhea over onto her stomach. He entered her from behind, one hand pressing her head down as he railed her.

Sarika slid underneath, doing a 69 position with Rhea. Licking where Arjun’s cock rammed in and out, tongue flicking Rhea’s clit while Rhea buried her face back in Sarika’s pussy.

The room echoed with moans, slaps, and wet sucks. Rhea came next, her pussy spasming around Arjun’s cock, milking him as she sobbed into Sarika.

“Don’t stop! God, fill me!”

Arjun pulled out at the last second and came in thick ropes across Rhea’s ass and back, some splattering Sarika’s face below.

“I’m only cum inside Sarika, my soon-to-be wife, with whom I am going to make loads of babies.”

Hearing this turned her on, and now they both realised that they actually love each other. What they feel for each other is special and deep.

She licked up his cum greedily, then pulled Rhea down for a cum-swapping kiss, tongues tangling in a filthy exchange. They collapsed in a heap on the table; bodies slick and spent.

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Hello everyone, this is our first story that we have ever written. Hope you all like it.

We are a couple from Hyderabad. Husband’s name is Nandu, 34 a 34-year-old with a muscular physique, a good-looking guy. My wife’s name is Rhea 29 a 29-year-old, short, chubby, cute lady with a sexy ass measuring 36-30-32.

We both got married a couple of years ago and have been enjoying our sex life to the peaks. We have sex almost every day, even though one is not in the mood or is exhausted. The other will seduce and get the other partner into the mood; we have no complaints about our sex life.

We have been exploring many sexual adventures. I am going to share with you one of the adventures that recently happened on my wife’s 29th birthday. Hope you all will have a good time reading this.

This is Nandu’s wife, Rhea, narrating the story to you on my 29th birthday. It was a fantastic day. So, firstly, as soon as we woke up, my husband surprised me with beautiful gifts and a cake. After I cut the cake, my boy had the cake by putting it on my boobs and ass.

It slowly led to our morning wild sex. He made me cum more than thrice as my birthday gift. Then we took a steamy bath together, which led to another round of intense sex. Later, we had our routine birthday rituals with family and planned for a candlelight dinner in the evening.

As my husband had a few works that evening, we planned to meet midway. It was convenient for both of us, and then we got to the restaurant together. For the dinner, I wore an off-the-shoulder mini frock revealing my cleavage and my thighs. I was looking so damn sexy.

I took a cab to the place where we planned to meet. My husband was already waiting for me. As I got out, my husband was surprised by my outfit. He started touching my thighs as soon as I got into the car. He then slowly started to rub my pussy on the pants.

It was uncontrollable for him. With this temptation, even I started playing with his cock while he was driving. With that, we reached our destination. The place was so quiet and beautiful with soft music playing in the background. We took a corner table. We ordered food and drinks.

We were having a very good time. After an hour or so, I had to use the washroom. While I was passing by, I noticed a bunch of corporate men, a few of whom were Indians. The others were foreigners who occupied a table a little away from us. They were all around 40 to 50 years old.

As I was passing by, a guy (Japanese) from that group was staring at me, and he smiled. He was the hottest-looking guy in the bunch, and I smiled back. I reached the restroom and found out that it was unisex. I instantly imagined my husband fucking me here.

With that thought, I rubbed my pussy while peeing and spent a while rubbing it and sent a video to my husband. After finishing, I opened the washroom door and noticed that the handsome Japanese guy was standing there. I came out! While I was coming out, our bodies touched each other.

I could sense that he felt my boobs. He then apologised with a smile, and he appreciated my looks, saying I was looking very beautiful. I thanked him, and he introduced himself as Lee Shang. I introduced myself and gave him a handshake. He was continuously staring at my boobs.

I came back to the table and saw that my husband was aroused after watching the video. I sat beside him and gave him a handjob for some time under the table and licked all his pre cum which was on my fingers. I then told him to wait till we go home and have a very hardcore session.

But my husband couldn’t control himself. He went to the restroom shagged till he cum, and sent me the video. It made my panties wet and my knees weak. Meanwhile, I noticed that Lee Shang was continuously glancing at me. Even I stared at him now and then.

I had mocktails, and my husband had beers. In a while, I had to pee again. All this while Lee and I were exchanging looks and smiling at each other. As I walked towards the washroom. He also stood up from his table and followed me.

As soon as I approached the washroom, he got in before I did. I was waiting outside. It took quite some time for him to open the door. I was in a rush as I couldn’t hold my pee. I entered the restroom, pulled down my panties and started to pee.

Then I realised he was also in the room washing his hands in front of the mirror. I apologised to him that I couldn’t hold my bladder and came in forcefully. But he was comforting me and offered me tissues. I was setting my dress, and he got a view of my ass, as it was a very short dress!

I then came to wash my hands, and our shoulders were touching each other. He helped me put soap into my hands. It was so tempting to look at him very closely. His skin tone was so fair. And the perfume that was coming from his body was so tempting.

I wanted to hug him very badly, but I controlled myself. We both laughed at each other, came out of the washroom and reached our tables. To my surprise, my husband planned a cake there. I was about to cut the cake.

All these corporate guys, who Lee was also a part of, started singing and wishing me happy birthday. I thanked everyone and offered them cake, and later ordered some beverages for all of them. I held my husband and gave him a smooch.

Later, we continued our regular conversation, and things started turning hot. We spoke about our sexual adventures. For my last year’s birthday, we had sex and slept nude on the terrace. This conversation turned me on, remembering all those memories. Then my husband asked me if I could remove my underwear.

I was in no mood to say no to him. So, I said yes, and I was going to the washroom to remove my panties. I didn’t find Lee at his table. I approached the washroom and opened the door. I was shocked to see Lee standing there zipping his Pants. I told him sorry and was getting out of the washroom.

I was about to come out. He held my hand and asked me to wait. I was so damn nervous, and my feet were trembling. He pulled me towards him and locked the washroom. He started caressing my hand, my face and came even closer to kiss me. His body odour was intoxicating.

I lost control, and we started kissing so deeply, playing with our tongues. As my dress was off the shoulder, he pulled my dress down, exposing my boobs. Lee started pressing them hard and sucked them even harder, making me ask him for more. Meanwhile, I could feel his erect dick trying to pierce his pants.

So, quickly, I unzipped his pants and pulled his struggling dick out. He had a very good size, I must say! By looking at his 5.5-6.0-inch pleasure toy. I couldn’t hold back my temptations and started sucking his manhood. Lee was deeply lost in my blowjob.

He was moaning a little louder. We were so into each other that we forgot it was a restaurant washroom. There was a knock on the door. We didn’t want to stop, but we had to, not knowing who it was. So, we quickly dressed up, exchanged phone numbers and came out of the restroom.

Luckily, it was one of his colleagues and not my husband. Finally, I reached the table, and my husband asked me where I had been until now. As I didn’t know what to tell him, I had to lie that my stomach was upset and asked him if we could head back home.

He asked me if I was alright. I said yes, and he paid the bill, and we left the place. As we were leaving, Lee sighed at me to call him, and I smiled back, saying Okay.

Hope you liked the story. I know it’s very intriguing, and I can’t wait to share with you all what happened next in part 2. Bye, take care, you lovely people!

My name’s Rahul. By the time I turned 26, I’d come to think that really, this was how life would go, being the background character in my own story. I am not that much to look at, with a face that’s hardly noticeable in the crowd. My personality is as plain as a toast with some non-spicy tomatoes and onions.

My life has been designed to be a series of safe, pinpointed choices. That is why my parents’ latest plan for me felt so absurd. They wanted me to marry my cousin, Teju.

Teju is the sexiest person that I could have ever imagined to be my wife. She was a damn hot girl like Rakul Preeth Singh, slim waist, perfect boobs and tight thighs. But our families were serious. We both got new jobs in another city. To facilitate this “arrangement,” we moved into the same apartment building.

I decided to go at it with all excitement. I wanted to prove myself as a worthy male. I prepared her favourite food. I went shopping and bought her whatever she wanted in a shop, and took her to good, safe restaurants. For a while, it seemed to work. It was appreciated, I think.

She would smile and thank me. There were moments of real warmth. I let myself hope. Then came a new arrogant person, Roopak, to stay next door. He was 22, the Gen Z guy, confident enough to make any woman go with him. With a sharp jawline and an effortless swagger.

He was all that I could not be – masculine, adventurous, and some raw energy that I could never put on. He started talking to Teju, and it was as if another version of her started to come alive. He would flirt outrageously, making bold moves right under my nose.

They were totally oblivious-or perhaps caring little-of our family’s plans. Her birthday was the turning point. I, true to form, purchased a cake and a bouquet of roses. It was sweet. It was completely unforgettable, memorable and a decent way to surprise a girl that you meet, at least for me.

Roopak, on the other hand, secured two tickets to a concert for a band she loved. I tagged along, feeling like a bone in the meat. In that heavy crowd, under the disco lights, I watched them. They danced, their bodies moving closer and closer with every beat, a step closer.

He was holding her hip, the grip got strong, and the distances got short for every beat of the song. As the final song came to an end, their faces were so close that I could hardly see 2 apart. In that peak moment, they kissed, deep and hungry. That was the first time.

After that, Teju withdrew. Our parents had officially told her about the marriage arrangement. She couldn’t bring herself to defy them. I was the safe choice, the secure future. But in her eyes, there was this inner conflict. She wanted stability, but somewhere deep inside.

I could sense that she was dying for the fun and excitement with Roopak. A few weeks later, my parents suggested that I go for a five-day trek in the mountains along with a travelling group. I tried to be as usual, extra cautious. I started to pack extra first-aid kits, refusing to engage in any dangerous activity.

So that I can take care of my future wife and win her heart, but it was the reason for bringing down the mood. Teju did not like it. One afternoon, as a shower gave way to brilliant sun, a perfect rainbow arced over the valley. In that magic, romance-washed light, she turned to me, and we kissed.

It was nice, I was on clouds and excited. That evening, there was a call from my parent that they paid extra for a midnight moon hike. Teju and I could go for a night stay at that beautiful place and camp there at night. The moon reflects in the hot spring while we take a bath.

But they warned me that there might be some water creatures too, of course. I declined, citing the cold and the risk as my reasons. Teju was angry. “You never want to do anything fun!” she exclaimed. She didn’t accept “no” for an answer. When Roopak said he would go, she decided to go with him.

I was in my tent for hours trying to brush that off, but my eyes were wide open. The thought of them being together, alone under the moon, kept eating away at me. A mixture of concern and a sick, twisted curiosity finally got hold of me. I put on my shoes and made the quiet climb to the waterfall campsite.

There was no one except the river’s steady sound at the camp. I went to Roopak’s tent. My steps were quiet on the cold ground, but the tent was empty. An unusual kind of emptiness. Then I heard it. A sound that was not where it should be.

A wet, choking sound, coming from the hot springs. I went to the sound. My heart was beating at maximum speed. There, under the bright light of the moon, in the hot spring, I saw them.

Teju was kneeling at the edge of the hot water, her head thrown back. Roopak was standing over her, his hands in her hair, guiding her. His thick cock was in her mouth. She was gagging, her body was bucking as she tried to get away. But he held her tight, hips moving in a slow, harsh rhythm.

“Take it,” he said, low. “All of it.” After he took her out of her mouth, she coughed, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to him. Before she could get her breath, he pulled her up. His power was scary. Then he raised her and tried to get inside her.

Teju got frightened. “It’s my first time,” she stammered. “I don’t know how-”

Roopak grinned. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll make you a pro.”

He was rubbing his cock against her wet pussy lips, and Teju was moaning quietly. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Gradually, he inserted his finger. Teju yelled. “Stop! Please, stop!” she begged, but he ignored her.

He raised her legs even more, spreading them far apart. “Be quiet,” he shouted harshly in her face. He used his leg to separate her legs even more. I saw his big, hard cock pressing against the little pink opening of her pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He shoved.

The very tip of it stretched her, and she shouted, a sharp-pained sound.

Teju: Aah! Roopak! Ple…please…

He stopped for a moment, then went on pushing again, just a little further inside. She yelled. It was not a cry of pleasure. It was the cry of something being torn. He didn’t quit. He held her hips with his hand, his fingers dug into her flesh, and then he went all the way.

He slammed the rest of his length into her. Her yell changed into a choked gasp. He started to have sex with her. There was no buildup, no rhythm to learn. It was a violent, punishing assault from the very first second. His hips started moving so fast it was hard to see them.

He was thrusting into her so hard her body was jumping forward with every hit. The noises she made were not words anymore.

Teju: It is so—

Roopak strokes

Teju: Big, please—

And another hard push into Teju

Teju: I will die —

Roopak showed no mercy; he was a monster.

Teju: “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Each one of the sounds was torn from her throat by the force of his penetration. He was going so far in that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her hands were slapping the water, trying to find something to hold, but there was nothing. He pulled one of her legs up, holding it with his hand.

He opened her even further. That sex angle gave him more allowance, and he went deeper. I can see that her eyes were rolling back.

Teju: Roopak, I wish I were married to you.

I had to see, I had to know, what it was that made her drive that crazy. I took a step, my foot hitting a dry twig. The snap sounded very much like a gunshot. Everything came to a halt.

Roopak’s hips stopped abruptly. He removed his dick from her slowly, and in the moonlight, it was still, but he was red and angry, his cock glistening. Teju fell headlong. But he didn’t let go of her, holding her up by her hair, her leg still high in the air.

Her small pussy, which used to be a nice pink, was now a raw red, swollen and slightly gaping from the work of the bull. They both turned their heads to me. Roopak’s face was filled with angry disbelief. Teju looked like a combination of broken and shocked beyond words.

The steam from the spring curled around us. Not a single word did he utter. He only stared, and I realised that I wasn’t a mere spectator anymore.

Roopak just smirked. “Look at this. The cuckold, watching his future wife getting properly fucked.”

Teju’s face was filled with shame, but I could see that her face slowly changed, stating What wrong did I do? She turned to me, her eyes cold, staring at me.

Me: What is this?

Teju: I did what I wanted, what every woman needs. This is your one chance, Rahul.

Her voice was as sharp as glass. “Prove to me you can fuck me. You can put your cock inside me and be my husband. Or stand there and watch me get fucked by a real man for the rest of our lives.”

Desperation, foolishness, anger and a surge of pride flooded me. I immediately got angry and dropped my pants. I stepped towards her and kissed her, my lips against hers. Slowly, my cock began to get hard, but as it was 4 inches, I can say they barely noticed it getting big.

But Roopak stood right next to me. His dick, semi-hard after his last fucking, was still thick and looked like a 6-inch monster. I tried to enter her. As the head of my cock pushed into her unbelievably warm, tight pussy, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. It was too much.

The warmth, the wetness, the very idea of finally being inside her. I couldn’t hold back. I spasmed and came instantly, my pathetic release dribbling into her. Teju pushed me away with a look of utter disgust. “See? That’s what you can do.” She turned away from me as if I were nothing and went back to Roopak.

The trek ended, and we went home. I was a broken man, fully expecting her to call off the marriage and run into Roopak’s arms. But when our parents came over to discuss the future, she sat them down and announced, “I will marry Rahul. I want you to set the date as early as possible.”

I was floored. Later, when we were alone, I asked her why. “Why, Teju? After everything?” She smiled, but it was a cold, terrifying thing. She pulled out her phone and showed me a video. It was me, from the hot spring, my pants down, cumming in seconds as I tried to enter her.

“For a safe future, you idiot,” she said, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “I get the stability, the family’s approval, the nice house. And I get to keep my little cuckold husband. But if you ever say a word about Roopak, or try to deny me anything. I will release this video. I’ll tell everyone you tried to force yourself on me and failed miserably. So, you’ll shut up, you’ll marry me, and you’ll watch. Because you have no other choice.”

Hi everyone, milflover is back with the seventh part of the series, ‘Helping a Hot Bhabhi Conceive.’ I hope you have the previous parts as well, and hopefully enjoyed them as well. Though the previous part got mixed feedback, I would try to write as truthfully as possible.

So, without wasting any of the reader’s time, let me begin with my story.

The next morning was our last morning at our resort. We had to check out and catch the flight back home. Even though we were two older, mature ladies, I had tension about the packing stuff and checkout. Although we had slept quite late, I woke up at around 6 AM.

I woke up and let the two beautiful ladies sleep. I put on the shorts and then got freshened up. Later made a cup of tea for me and sat outside our room to enjoy the early morning beach view. At around 7 AM, I went inside.

I just kept looking at the two sexy women in sleep without clothes, looking so relaxed and comfortable. I just went and gave a peck on the forehead of my aunt. She was in a deep sleep and didn’t react. I went on the other side and did the same with Bhabhi.

But she was almost awake, so I went one step further to lip kiss her. Suddenly, she woke up and gave full support in kissing. I enjoyed that kiss a lot.

Bhabhi: Good morning, dear. Never expected this from you.

Me: Good Morning, Bhabhi, you were looking so cute sleeping that I couldn’t control myself to give you a peck.

Bhabhi: Oh, Really!

Me: Yes, Bhabhi, what I saw I wish you could have seen.

Bhabhi went to freshen up. I was sitting outside the room thinking about what a fantastic week it has been, how I had come here with Bhabhi, thinking that it’s a service I am doing to my lover’s (Aunt) family members. But over the few days I spent with Bhabhi, a lot changed.

In the next few hours, everything was going to get like before. I would have gone back with Aunt. Bhabhi would have had to go to her family, where things would change for her as she would get pregnant. Her mother-in-law might start to treat her differently.

But what about HER? What about her pleasure? Nothing in that would change. I can’t let this end on this feeling. I have tried to take it as Aunt’s mission, and I regret how I have treated Bhabhi. I would want to mend my behaviour and give her one last chance of getting pleasure.

This time, it would not be about the mission or the pregnancy. Now it would just be about her needs and the future sacrifice she is going to make. As I was thinking this, Bhabhi came out of the room in a bathrobe. It was just giving a teasing view of her cleavage.

I was looking at it, and she came and sat near me. We both were enjoying the waves of the sea. I could not wait any longer and decided to start a conversation. But Bhabhi began.

Bhabhi: So, just a few more hours and everything goes back to normal.

Me: How does everything go back to normal? Nothing is going to be the same.

Bhabhi: Why do you say that?

Me: See, Bhabhi, Nothing remains the same as you get pregnant, so your environment changes. Now, nothing is the same for Aunt and me as well.

Bhabhi: I am going to miss the pleasure you gave me, dear. I didn’t know that I could have been pleasured like this. Now again I will go back to those 2-3 minutes of missionary. Then the kid would come so that I would be busy with him.

Me: So, want to have one last round? Just for the memory of this trip? You are satisfied; I am happy. And I can’t let you go hungry for more pleasure.

Bhabhi: But Didi is sleeping nearby; she might wake up. You have already given me so much. Please don’t tempt me. If she wakes up, she will think I am a slut for sleeping with you for pregnancy’s sake, and for getting fucked for pleasure. I can’t do that. It’s too risky.

Me: Don’t worry about her. She is in deep sleep. And it’s now not about the pregnancy or Aunt’s wish to impregnate you. It’s about you for the one last time. You give me what I deserve and mend my behaviour with you. Think of it as a way to say sorry to you.

I held her by the hand and took her inside. She was too scared to do anything in the bedroom, so I took her to the lobby area of our suite. The lobby had a marble table and a sofa set. It was covered with a rug on the floor.

Bhabhi: Please think once again; if Didi wakes up, I will not be able to make eye contact with her ever again. We should not do it.

Me: Bhabhi, don’t worry. Aunt will not say anything to you. I promise you that. Also, we will try to be quiet enough so that the sound doesn’t go out.

Bhabhi went to close the door. And came back looking at me as if she was waiting for some order from her master. But I was not the master before, nor was I willing to be dominant or rough with her for the last time. I made her sit on the sofa. And sat next to her.

Her heartbeat was racing; I tried to calm her down. I started kissing her neck. Slowly undressing herself, opening the bathrobe even when she was trying to stop me. I opened the knot on the bathrobe and removed it, exposing her nude in front of me.

She was shy, as if it was the first time I was seeing her. I made her sit on the edge of the table and came in a squat position. Slowly, I started to make way between her legs. Kissing them, licking them. She was very vulnerable at that particular moment.

Her fear of Aunt waking up with the noise that we both were going to make. But this time it was not about the dominance. It was about the worship of the body. The beautiful body of Bhabhi, who had given herself to a stranger just for the sake of making her mother-in-law and husband happy.

I did my magic, and I was making full use of my tongue in her pussy, and bhabhi was shocked that this time I was not dominating her. She was trying so hard to control her moans. Both my hands were on her thighs as I just used my lips and tongue on her pussy.

Bhabhi had kept one hand on her mouth as it was getting very tough for her to control her moans. I was feeling her pussy getting wet as I would feel the love juices flowing through my beard. I kept going with my tongue and also started to use my finger.

It was so tiring in the squat position. Bhabhi had become so horny that she couldn’t even sit on the edge of the table. She lay on her back on the table, and I also changed into a more relaxed sitting style on my knees.

I was now more at ease with the situation, so I pressed her boobs with one hand, and with the other, I continuously kept fingering her pussy. As I kept using both my fingers and tongue, I was feeling that Bhabhi’s body was on the verge of squirting, so I stopped.

It was the final round we were going to have, and it had to be a special one.

Bhabhi: Why did you stop? I was so close. I wanted to finish and then help you finish as well. I don’t know when I will get satisfied next time.

Me: Don’t worry. Bhabhi, I had to make the last time memorable. It has not ended.

I then took the support of the sofa there and told Bhabhi to sit on my hard cock that was waiting to come out of my shorts desperately. Bhabhi removed my shorts and gave them a suck maybe twice or thrice, making them properly wet for her to ride.

By now, lust had completely taken over her. She had no fear that her husband’s sister was sleeping in the next room. Bhabhi sat on the rock-hard cock and rode me with full confidence. I was enjoying it as well. Slow and steady, bhabhi knew at what pace she wanted to enjoy.

Me: I will never forget this round, Bhabhi. You feel so different.

Bhabhi: I want to remember every bit of this. You have changed me completely.

I was feeling the heat of Bhabhi’s pussy this time. It was getting very difficult for me to control my moans. I put my hand on Bhabhi’s neck and came very close to each other. Our eyes were into each other, and I started to kiss her. Now we were moaning in each other’s mouths while kissing.

It was time that we switched positions. We broke our kiss, and a few of Bhabhi’s moans filled the room. I stood up and told Bhabhi, “Let’s do standing missionary.” Bhabhi wrapped herself around my waist as I adjusted my cock in her pussy. We took the support of the door that we had closed.

I started to thump Bhabhi’s pussy like there would be no tomorrow. I was kissing Bhabhi’s neck as I continued to fuck her in the standing missionary. Now it was getting very difficult for Bhabhi to control her moans. I was getting tired as well, carrying the weight of Bhabhi.

As I started to thump her with full force, the door made a noise.

Bhabhi: Ahh… Stop…. The door’s noise would wake Didi up. Ahhhh… Stop.

I had to follow Bhabhi’s command, so I stopped. Bhabhi adjusted herself on the sofa armrest. I was to fuck her in doggy style for the one final time. I held her boobs with both hands for support and started to go deep inside her wet pussy. I had never experienced such a feeling while fucking anyone before.

Bhabhi: Ahh… Yes… Baby, don’t stop… Keep going.

With a loud moan of “Ah,” Bhabhi cum, and she was completely relaxed. I left her boobs and held her by the waist to fuck her with full force. I gave her around 6-8 strokes, and she was making sexy sounds.

Me: Oh, yes, I am cumming. I am cumming in you for the last time, Bhabhi.

I made a loud moan as well, and suddenly the door opened. I finished my load and completed inside Bhabhi, and saw Aunt standing behind us. Bhabhi was still in her own after the climax, both of us had. But I had seen Aunt completely naked, standing there looking at me with an angry, possessive look.

Bhabhi stood up after a few seconds to realise that her fear had manifested itself. Aunt was standing in front of us. Aunt didn’t say anything, but I understood from her looks that she was not expecting this from me. I kissed Aunt on her lips; she didn’t respond and went straight to the washroom.

I then went towards Bhabhi and tried to calm her down. She was suddenly in a state of shock from the pleasured state. I kissed her on the lips and didn’t stop until she relaxed and started giving me her support.

Me: Don’t worry, Bhabhi, she is not angry with you. I will handle her. You relax and just be prepared for the pregnancy phase that is coming ahead. I am sure the tests would be positive. Don’t stress, darling.

Bhabhi: I am fine as long as you are with me. I don’t want Didi to think I am a whore. I trust you to handle the situation. Love you!

So that’s the end of this part. What happened next, I will share in the final part that will come after this. Till then, you can reach me at [email protected] and via Google chats at [email protected].

Hello and namaste to all the ISS readers and writers. I am Saurav “Sam” here, continuing with the third part of my story. Read the first two parts before jumping on to this one.

The next morning felt awkward as hell. I woke up with my head pounding and my body still remembering everything from last night. The heat, the way she held me, the way we were right there and then, that sudden change of mind. So close, and still nothing happened.

When I stepped out to leave for college, I noticed her door wasn’t fully closed. Just a small gap was there, so I was hoping maybe I’d get to see her for a second.

She came out right then, but not in her usual saree. Just a plain nightie, a shawl wrapped around her chest, hair tied up loosely like she hadn’t slept properly. She looked tired. Not sad, not angry. Just tired in a way that made my chest feel tight.

And she didn’t look at me. Not even once. She bent to pick up the milk packets and got up, but her eyes didn’t move at all. “Bhabhi,” I said quietly. Not calling her. Not questioning her. Just acknowledging her, hoping she’d at least look up for half a second.

She froze before she nodded with her head, which almost looked like she regretted doing even that. Then she turned around and walked inside fast, shutting the door with a loud thud. The sound stayed in my head the whole day. Honestly, the whole week.

Was she punishing herself for what happened? I think yes. The surprising thing was that she didn’t wear a saree even once, which was a common wear for her, and hence it felt like she was punishing me.

Only salwar kameez or those long nighties, nothing that flowed or clung or moved the way her sarees did when she used to walk past me.

By Friday, I had almost convinced myself she would avoid me forever. But then Rudresh bhaiya invited me for dinner again. I couldn’t say no without looking suspicious, so I went.

Ragini moved around the dining table like she was running on autopilot. Not once did her eyes slide toward me. Not even accidentally. She served without speaking. Every motion was stiff, controlled, as if she was scared her emotions might spill if she moved too naturally.

“Everything alright, Ragini?” Rudresh asked, noticing her tension.

“Just tired,” she murmured in Hindi before disappearing into the kitchen.

I ate quickly, making some excuse about assignments. Rudresh walked me to the door. “Wonder what’s with her,” he told me, where I didn’t react much. Just as I was about to leave, his boss arrived.

Then began the same old shit; he even asked bhaiyya if he was home early. Then I got to know he was there to try his hand at Ragini, and as I was about to go in, I heard, “Why is a beautiful wife staying home alone?”

The image of that pot-bellied boss leering at her made me sick. No wonder she’d stopped wearing sarees—she was trying to make herself invisible.

Days turned into weeks. Our interactions became limited, but she’d send awkward messages via her hubby- “Food extra if you want.” But I always replied with polite declines. The distance felt necessary, but it left a space in my days.

Then came the night everything shifted again. I think it was around 11 PM. I was studying when loud shouts erupted from outside. I looked through my window to see Rudresh staggering. Three men from the neighbourhood surrounded him, shouting about money he owed from drinking bets.

I was studying around 11 when loud shouting started outside. Drunk voices, thudding sounds. I looked out the window and saw Rudresh, totally wasted, surrounded by three guys from the colony. They were shouting about some money he owed from drinking bets.

“Tujhe lagta hai humse bach jaayega, behenchod?” (You think you’ll survive?) one of them snarled, shoving him hard against the wall.

Rudresh stumbled just as Ragini ran out, her face white with fear. “Chhod do use, please!” (Please leave him), she begged, trying to get between them.

One guy laughed, a nasty sound. “Ya toh tu uska karz chuka de?” (you pay the loan on his behalf)

After listening to this, I remember running out of my room with a cricket bat in hand that I had kept near the door. “I will break your fucking legs if you touch her!!!” I screamed. At that moment, there were people around, so they just whispered a few curses and backed off.

Ragini dropped to her knees beside Rudresh, sobbing after looking at his condition. Her bangles kept clinking as she tried to lift his head. He was out cold, drunk beyond sense, eyes rolled back, a small cut bleeding near his temple.

“Help me, Sam,” she said between sobs.

We somehow got him inside, dragging and carrying him to their sofa first and then into the bedroom. Quickly, locals called the doctor and treated him. Ragini kept apologising between breathless hiccups, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he doesn’t usually, he didn’t eat anything today, he—”

The doctor and the people around left while I stayed back. I kept consoling her, it was fine, and when he finally could speak, we stepped out for him to rest. The moment we reached the living room. She just started crying.

“I’m so tired, Sam,” she tells me in a soft tone. “He doesn’t see me; his boss sees me too much. And you…”

She looked at me then, really looked at me for the first time in days. I sat down next to her, still breathing hard from dragging Rudresh inside and almost getting into a fight. The second my thigh touched the sofa. She grabbed my hand.

“That day we almost…” She swallowed hard. “We almost crossed a line. And I should feel ashamed, I know. But Sam, I have never, never, felt that way before. Not as someone’s wife. Not as someone’s responsibility. Just as me.”

“Bhabhi…”

“I know,” she said quickly, wiping her face with the end of her dupatta. “I’m married. This is my life. I’m not running anywhere. I’m not leaving him. But thank you… for making me feel beautiful again. Like a woman, not furniture.”

That broke something in me. And fixed something else. “You deserve to feel beautiful every day. Not just once.”

She looked down. She didn’t let go of my hand. And God, I wanted to pull her closer. Hold her. Tell her she wasn’t alone. That someone saw her, every part of her, even the parts she kept buried.

But I didn’t. I stood up. Gently took my hand back. Said bye and asked her to take care.

However, that night, when I left their flat, I told myself I’d control it now. No more crossing lines. But that weekend morning ruined that plan in two seconds.

Ragini stepped out in a peach saree that honestly stole my breath. After a week of plain salwars, seeing her like this felt like someone had switched the lights back on.

The saree hugged her just right, showing every gentle curve without trying. Her hair was open, falling over her shoulder, and there was this warm glow on her face, which really was gorgeous.

When her eyes met mine, she didn’t look away.

Instead, she smiled. Soft. Warm. Real.

“Thank you for last night,” she said.

Just four words—but they did something to me. I just nodded, because if I opened my mouth, I wasn’t sure what would come out.

After that, we settled into a friendly relationship. Close, but never alone in the same room. I’d go over for dinner when Rudresh invited me, sit at the table, laugh at harmless jokes, pretend everything was normal.

She moved around the house quietly, gracefully, but always with just enough distance to keep us from slipping again. And the sarees came back. All kinds. Light chiffons, soft cottons, bright ones on Sundays, simple ones on weekdays. Each one made her look like she’d stepped out of some old Indian painting.

But I made sure my eyes stayed respectful—never lingering, never tracing her form the way they used to. Still, the tension stayed. That invisible pull. That awareness. The thing neither of us ever mentioned again.

We both pretended it wasn’t there. And then came the shopping trip. The one moment that snapped our careful truce in half.

A loud, impatient knock startled me one Saturday afternoon. I opened the door to find Ragini already dressed to go out. “We’re buying groceries,” she tells me, “and you’re carrying bags,” and I laugh.

The command in her voice made me smile. “Yes, bhabhi.”

At the market, she was different—lighter, teasing me as we moved between shops. When we reached the saree section, she held up a transparent pink saree with a face that was like a happy kid. “Do you like this one?” she asked.

“It’s… nice.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You have a fetish for navels, and I buy transparent sarees. What does that tell you?”

I laughed awkwardly. “That we’re both terrible people?”

“Or that we know what we want,” she countered, purchasing the pink saree without hesitation.

When we returned, Rudresh and his boss were waiting outside our building, both looking furious.

“Where were you?” Rudresh demanded. “We’ve been waiting for an hour! Mr Sharma wanted to discuss the project over lunch.”

The boss’s eyes narrowed at me. “I see you found better company.”

Ragini’s temper flared. “I was grocery shopping! Should I sit around waiting for you whenever you decide to show up?”

Mr Sharma smirked. “Pretty wives should be available when needed. Especially if they want their husbands to succeed.”

Rudresh, instead of defending her, nodded apologetically. “She didn’t know, Sir. Next time—”

“Next time I’ll still have my own life!” Ragini snapped before storming into her apartment.

I went to mine, seething at how they’d treated her. After showering, I was towel-drying my hair when another knock came—harder this time. I opened the door to find Ragini wearing the transparent pink saree we’d bought hours earlier. Without a word, she pushed past me into my room.

“Bhabhi, what—”

“I’m having dinner here tonight,” she declared, hands on her hips. The sheer fabric did nothing to hide the shape of her body beneath.

“I don’t know how to cook much,” I protested weakly.

She laughed, a real, unforced sound. “Then I’ll teach you.”

We ended up making paneer together in my small kitchen. Under the yellow kitchen lights, her body glowed right through that transparent pink saree. Every time she reached for a spice jar or leaned over to stir the gravy.

The saree would move across her waist, giving me a clear flash of that deep navel I’d been dreaming about for months. She’d use the end of her pallu to dab at the sweat on her neck, and by god, it was hot.

She kept finding excuses to get close—brushing past me to get a spoon, reaching right in front of me for the salt, guiding my hand on how to chop onions “properly.” Her arm would press against mine. Her hip would graze my thigh.

After we ate, she helped clean up. “Rudresh texted. He’s staying at his boss’s place tonight for ‘work discussions.’” She made air quotes, her expression bitter.

“Thank you for dinner,” I said, trying to keep things neutral.

“Do you want me to leave early?” she asked, challenging me.

I cracked a smile. “Let’s watch a movie.”

We settled on my couch, some Bollywood romance playing in the background. She sat closer than necessary, her thigh pressing against mine. Halfway through, she began talking about Rudresh, her voice trembling.

“He didn’t even notice this saree. I wore it for him, but he was too busy pleasing that bastard boss.” Tears welled in her eyes. “Sometimes I think he’d offer me to that man if it meant a promotion.”

I pulled her into a hug, my hand instinctively rubbing her bare back where the blouse dipped low. “He doesn’t deserve you, bhabhi.”

She pulled back slightly, looking at me with knowing eyes. “You’re horny too.”

I stiffened. “No, I was just—”

She laughed, a teasing sound. “Relax, I’m joking!” But then her expression turned serious, and she suddenly kissed me.

I pulled back, shocked. “Bhabhi, what are you doing?”

“I want this, Sam,” she whispered fiercely. “I need to feel wanted. Just once, let me have this.”

“We can’t,” I said, even as my body screamed yes.

“Oh really?” She stood up, untucking her pallu and letting it fall. Then she slowly pulled the saree tighter around her waist, and my eyes went towards the deep curve of her navel. “You sure you don’t want this?”

That was it… In one step, I closed the gap between us, burying my face right into her waist. My lips found that perfect navel I’d been dreaming about for months. She let out a soft moan, her fingers playing on my hair as I kissed and licked every inch of her stomach.

I dragged her back to the couch, our mouths crashing together with desperate hunger. My hands went to the hooks of her blouse, fumbling until it finally came open. Through her bra, I could see that her nipples were already hard.

I pulled the cups down, revealing full breasts with light brown areolas and long nipples that begged for attention. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand kneaded the other.

She arched against me, crying out as I switched between them, biting gently, lavishing attention on what I’d only dreamed of touching. I sank to my knees, pushing her saree up to reveal that she wore nothing underneath.

I didn’t hesitate, burying my face between her legs, tasting her sweetness. She trembled and gasped above me. Her climax was swift and violent, her thighs clamping around my head as she cried out my name.

Before she could recover, she pushed me onto the couch, her inexperience making her blowjob clumsy but incredibly erotic. The sight of Ragini bhabhi on her knees, taking me in her mouth, was almost enough to make me finish right there.

I reached for my wallet, scrambling for a condom. My hands shook as I tore the packet open. But in my nervous haste, I fumbled—the condom slipped from my fingers, falling between the couch cushions.

“Fuck,” I muttered, searching blindly.

That’s when she stilled. “Wait.”

I froze, panting. “What?”

Her eyes were wide, suddenly clear. “We… we can’t. Not like this.”

The shift was so abrupt it felt like a physical blow. “Bhabhi—”

“No, Sam.” She pulled away, covering herself, her movements frantic. “This is wrong. What if someone comes? What if Rudresh—”

“You said he wasn’t coming back!”

“I know what I said!” she snapped, her voice trembling with regret and fear. “Just… go. Please.”

I was confused, like “this is my room?” and suddenly she realised it as well. Pretty shocking, and she walked out, as I slid down to the floor, head in my hands. The condom still sat somewhere on my couch, thinking about what went wrong.

One thing I was confident about was that this complicated dance between us was far from over. It made my mind clear, “I’m going to suck and fuck her pussy.”

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