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Aarav shifted, feeling unsure of the situation, of the moment. “I don’t want to cross a line.” His hand fidgeted in his lap. Rohan realised that Aarav wanted to reach for her again. But his ever-strong moral compass was holding him back.

He looked deep into Aarav’s eyes and reached out for his hand. He held it, guided it and deliberately placed it onto Shweta’s thighs. “You’re not overstepping. You’re unwrapping her. And take it from me, her husband, she loves being unwrapped.”

Shweta let out a shaky laugh, almost unsure, but cheeks flaming as she met Aarav’s eyes. “Go on, Aarav, don’t be scared.” Her voice was soft, playful, trembling at the edges.

That cracked him. Steadying his shaky hands, he finally moved Shwet’s dress upward, still a bit hesitantly, one inch at a time. Shweta breathed unevenly. Every touch of Aarav’s fingers moving across her thigh made her heart pound, with nervousness, with excitement.

As the fabric reached the hem of her ass, Shweta’s body betrayed her, her hips lifting involuntarily. Just processing that involuntary action made Shweta moan softly. She was helping him strip her.

Aarav froze at that moment, his hands firm on the fabric of her dress, but hesitation flooding his nerves, “I don’t know if I can.”

Rohan pecked Shweta on the cheek. He looked at Aarav and teased him. “See her blushing? She’s begging you to keep going.”

Shweta bit her lip, glancing at Aarav with a shy nod. “Please”

That single word pushed him forward. When the dress finally reached her chest, she raised her arms gracefully, surrendering. Aarav hesitated another beat, staring into her eyes, before slowly tugging it over her head. The snug dress hugged the curves of Shweta’s bust, leading to a slow, dramatic reveal.

For Aarav, the scene was unreal. He had seen those curves many times during vacations that the four of them had taken together. But undressing those curves was a different ballgame altogether for him. He knew he was further stepping into the territory owned by his best friend.

Rohan saw the dress holding up around the bust. He decided to help and speed up things for Aarav and Shweta. He dug his fingers under the dress from the back and loosened it to allow the fabric to slide easily upwards.

Shweta nearly choked on her breath when she felt Rohan’s fingers. “He’s helping Aarav to undress me. My husband and his best friend are undressing me.”

Finally, with a quick roll, the dress moved up her bust, over her head and down her arms. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she was sitting in nothing but her lace bra and panties. Her skin was glowing under the lamplight.

“Fuck,” Aarav let out an involuntary whistle of breath, eyes hooked on her curves, his voice feral. “Rohan, she’s unreal.”

And it was true. For Rohan, it was surreal watching his wife sit before his best friend, dressed in nothing but lace, watching Aarav tremble as though he’d never seen a woman undress in his life. Rohan had witnessed Shweta in lace lingerie countless times before.

This view was always meant only for him. He knew how soft those breasts felt filling his palms, her nipples gradually stiffening in the open air and then tightening under his touch. And now, here was Aarav staring at them like they were a holy vision. It was madness, it was reckless.

But watching Aarav struggle to breathe while looking at his wife made something dark and thrilling coil in his gut. Shweta was intoxicated. She had worn bikinis before without thinking, knowing eyes would wander, but it never mattered. But this was deliberate exposure.

The first time another man saw her lingerie. Her nipples hardened under the lace from being looked at this way. From knowing it wasn’t just her husband watching now. Aarav’s gaze was heavy, hungry. His hands were trembling.

It lit something in her she hadn’t expected: a craving to be seen, admired, unwrapped. And she didn’t want to hide. For Aarav, the difference sent him into a tizzy. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen Shweta in intimate clothing. He again recalled their vacations.

Shweta in that yellow bikini. But the bikini was different, all fun and play, but seeing her in lingerie was something he had never imagined. It was a privilege meant for only one man, Rohan, until now. But now, Aarav devoured the sight of the black lace clinging to her fair skin, looking sinful.

There was no pretending here, no casual sun and sea to excuse the sight. This was lingerie chosen, private, meant to be peeled away by someone who had earned the right. Suddenly, Aarav felt a sudden sense of belongingness. The right was given to him today by not just Shweta but with Rohan’s blessings

Shweta looked down from his eyes to his shaking hands, “You’ve barely touched me and you’re already shaking.”

Aarav gulped, “I can’t help it.”

She gave a shy smile, almost naughty. “Then maybe you should take it off me.”

The words hit Rohan like a jolt. Until now, every step had been his orchestration, his dare, his encouragement, his nudges. And Shweta had followed, hesitantly, nervously, but always at his lead.

But for the first time, she had reached out and asked for something herself. No, not asked, commanded, softly but firmly. It shook something deep in him. Jealousy stabbed into his gut, sharp and unwelcome. This was his wife. His high school sweetheart. And now she was giving her command to another man.

Insecurity flickered in a corner of his chest: what if this wasn’t just fantasy? What if this brought out something in her that he couldn’t match? The jealousy almost dampened the thrill. But just as the fear came, so did the rush of arousal and the truth finally sank in.

He wanted this. Wanted to witness her boldness at another man’s hands, wanted to see how far she would go, wanted to watch her claim tonight for her pleasure. Pleasure that he had pushed her towards. He realised that the heightened thrill made it hotter.

Rohan’s hand slowly slid down her waist, inching closer to her as though to absorb her emotions into him. His hand brushed Aarav’s wrist. “Go on. Don’t be afraid. She’s waiting.”

Aarav’s eyes shot wide, and he stammered. “Wait, you mean I can?”

Shweta arched her back, boobs straining against the lace. “Yes, Aarav, don’t make me wait, go on.”

Aarav’s hands hovered, trembling, before brushing the clasp at her back. The hook felt monumental under his fingertips. His eyes rose and caught hers. And in that instant, something snapped.

Her eyes weren’t just pretty. They were glowing, wide, pulling him in like gravity. Her face, flushed and trembling, lips parted, chest rising, and Aarav realised he wasn’t just aroused. He was infatuated.

Priya’s memory flickered weakly at the edges of his mind, but it was fading fast. Shweta’s presence was too strong, too consuming. She wasn’t just his best friend’s wife anymore. She was the woman he wanted, right here, right now, so badly.

Aarav knew that little hook was a claim, a line, a bond that had always belonged only to Rohan.

Fear crept in again, but before it could paralyse him, Aarav sprang onto her and smooched her, in a manner which could only be called carnal. He shoved his tongue into the deep chasms of her mouth, messy, hungry, claiming, searching for the encouragement he needed.

Shweta swaddled her tongue around his. She moaned. Her hand cupped his face and held him there as if telling him without words: don’t you dare stop.

That was all he needed. His hands fumbled with the tiny hooks while their mouths devoured each other. Shweta arched her back, helping him without saying a word, her chest pressing harder into him as though begging to be uncovered.

He tugged harder, lips never leaving hers, and finally the clasp gave. The kiss paused. Aarav and Shweta looked into each other’s eyes. A deep longing punctuated only by the sounds of their heavy breathing. Aarav stretched his hands towards the straps of her bra.

His hands trembled as he dragged the first strap slowly down her fair skin. Shweta’s skin tickled under the graze of his knuckles, her pulse hammering in her neck. Her mind was a storm. The bra was still hers to keep or give away. But Aarav’s kiss had already undone something deeper inside her.

She felt bold, flushed, her nipples hardening painfully under the fabric, aching for release. She thought of how many times Rohan had unclasped this same bra. And now Aarav’s fingers were there. And still she wanted this. She wanted him to see her. Her thoughts swirled in chaos.

The second strap fell, brushing down her other arm, but the cups still held on stubbornly. The outline of her nipples was visible now, straining against the black lace, darker circles peeking through the sheer weave. For Aarav, the sight was too much. He froze, staring, breath ragged.

The black lace against her fair skin didn’t just reveal, it promised. It was intimacy stolen from a drawer Priya would never let him touch. He felt a sharp mix of guilt and hunger. “Oh god, Priya, I know I shouldn’t, but fuck, Shweta’s here in front of me, glowing, trembling, mine to unwrap.”

Aarav felt torment and worship at the same time! He held the edge of the lace between his fingers. The finger on the inside sank into the soft flesh. Aarav’s breath caught. Processing that squishiness got his heart thumping. Steadying himself, he decisively started peeling the lace of one of her breasts.

Her sweaty skin stubbornly held onto the lace as though trying to tease him. But he continued slower, almost reverent, a fraction of an inch more skin with every passing second. The top curve of her breast slipped free first, pale fair skin glowing against the sharp contrast of her black lace.

Her soft flesh pushing forward as if straining to be released. His breath fumbled. As the lace peeled, the weight of her breast shifted, bouncing lightly as the fabric started losing its hold. The lace brushed against Shweta’s nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her chest.

She shivered seeing the way Aarav’s eyes trembled, even though they never dropped lower than her face. The lace finally peeled off completely, her boob bounced some more, her nipple was free, stiff, pink, and hardening in the cool air. Shweta gasped, her body reacting with a moan that surprised even her.

For the first time, she had let another man undress her most private clothing. She had let another man uncover her nakedness. Rohan’s fist clenched in excitement? In jealousy? He did not know. All he knew was that his cock was twitching hard.

The sight of his wife’s breast freed at the hands of another man was a twist of jealousy and arousal he couldn’t untangle. “She’s mine, but she’s giving herself to him. She’s showing him what was only mine. God, she’s so beautiful doing it”

The bra now hung lopsided, one breast exposed, the other still trapped beneath lace. Rohan’s voice broke the silence, rough, low, not fully steady. “Should I help with the other one?” But Aarav and Shweta had zoned out into their own universe. Neither responded to Rohan.

She was lost in the way his hands trembled on her skin. He was lost in the heat radiating off her chest. The silence stung Rohan, a pang of being forgotten. But at the same time, it made him harder. “She’s so far gone she can’t even hear me. She’s his in this moment.”

Aarav slid his fingers to the edge of the second cup, pausing. This time, he didn’t hesitate for permission. His eyes stayed locked on hers, steady, dark, confident, determined. The deep stare sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath stopped, her chest expanding and rising higher.

Despite all that had already happened, every new move by Aarav still made her heart beat faster. His authoritative stare turned her on even more. Then he tugged. The lace scraped over her nipple outline and her second breast bounced free, heavy and full, her nipple standing proud in the cool air.

Aarav still hadn’t looked down; his eyes burned into hers, waiting. The tension nearly crushed her. Aarav’s gaze finally broke from her eyes, dropping lower, slow and heavy, until it landed on her newly bared chest.

The weight of it slammed into Shweta. For years, she had only known the safety of Rohan’s eyes on her breasts, eyes that adored, eyes that loved, eyes that had seen her a thousand times. This was different. Aarav’s stare was raw, unfiltered, and dangerous.

It didn’t just see her; it consumed her, pinned her, made her feel like her breasts were no longer simply hers, simply Rohan’s, but Aarav’s too, at least in this moment.

A pang of heat spread across her chest. She felt naked in a way she never had before, not just undressed but unveiled. “God, he’s really looking at me. At my tits. At me.” She wanted to cover herself, to hide and at the same time she wanted to arch her back, to push her chest higher, to show him everything.

“This is wrong, but why does it feel so right? Why do I want him to stare harder? Why do I want him to stare at every bounce that my boobs make and every quiver that my nipple exhibits? Look at his lips open, breathing heavily for me, his friend’s wife. I can feel myself gushing down there.”

She shifted slightly, making her boobs crash and reverberate against each other. For Aarav, the sight was ruin. Her tits spilt heavy and full from her chest, pale skin glowing against the black lace bunched at her waist. Her nipples jutted proudly, flushed pink, stiff like they’d been waiting just for him.

He felt his cock twitch violently, straining against his trousers. “Fuck, Priya’s never been like this. Sweet, calm, gentle. But Shweta,” The thought cut off. Priya’s image flickered, faint, then burned away. Shweta’s breasts filled everything.

Her 36Es weren’t just breasts. They were temptation, worship, sin, and salvation all in one. “Jesus Christ,” Aarav whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking. His eyes didn’t leave her chest. “Rohan, she’s unreal, your wife! They’re bigger than I ever imagined. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

For a heartbeat, Rohan froze. Until now, his chest had been tight with conflict. Proud, yes, his wife was the one being worshipped, adored, revealed like a treasure. But jealousy had been simmering low and hot, threatening to break the surface.

That moment when he’d spoken and neither of them had heard him, it had gnawed at him. Made him wonder if this was the price of opening the door. Made him ache with the thought of being on the outside of something that had always been his to begin with.

And then Aarav said his name. Not casually. Not out of guilt. But like he needed to. Like he couldn’t take in Shweta without pulling Rohan into that moment, his awe wasn’t just for her; it was tethered to him. Heat flared through Rohan’s chest.

Not jealousy anymore, pride. Desire. The kind that burned hotter because it came from love. “She is my wife. My Shweta. He’s staring at her tits like they’re divine. He’s saying my name while he loses himself in her.”

It would have been easy, almost lazy, for him to chase balance by throwing Priya into the mix in his head. To compare, to tell himself, “Aarav has her, I could have Priya, it evens out.” But it didn’t. It couldn’t. What was happening in front of him wasn’t about symmetry.

It wasn’t a trade. It was raw, real, and unrepeatable. No fantasy of Priya could touch the sight of Shweta right now, her bra peeled, her nipples stiff in the cool air. Her eyes were darting between her husband and his best friend. This wasn’t a balancing act.

It was an eruption. And instead of pushing him out, it pulled him in. And with that realisation, something in him changed. The tightness in his shoulders eased. He wasn’t the man standing guard anymore. He was the man inviting it, feeding it, owning it.

He leaned closer, voice low, tender, but edged with heat. “Did you hear him, baby? He can’t believe you. He’s floored. And he still remembers whose wife you are.” His thumb stroked her cheek, slow, reverent, his other hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh, fingers sinking into her trembling skin.

“That’s the truth, Shweta. You make him lose his breath. And you make me proud enough to let him.” The words split her open. Shweta’s chest buckled under Aarav’s stare. Her eyes blurred with sudden, unexpected tears not of regret, but of being seen.

With both men’s eyes on her, both kinds of love pressed against her skin while she sat there in just her panties. Aarav’s awe lit her body like fire. Rohan’s pride wrapped her in safety like air. Together, they made her feel fuller, hungrier, more whole than she’d ever been.

The mix of it sent a fresh rush of wetness sliding down between her thighs. Her breath hitched audibly, her tits bouncing subtly with the movement, each bounce only making her nipples ache harder in the open air. And Rohan saw it, Aarav saw it, both of them drinking in how she trembled with the force of it.

“Do you like them?” She asked Aarav coyly.

“Like them?” Aarav groaned. “They’re gorgeous! Fuck, Priya’s aren’t even half this size.”

The filthy comparison made Shweta gasp, thighs squeezing together instinctively. Her lips parted in a trembling smile. “Mmm, say it again”

Aarav blurted without thinking it through, “I want to say it with more conviction if only I could.” his voice trailed off as he realised what he was saying. His hands had shifted closer to Shweta’s naked breasts.

His eyes darkened. He wasn’t asking for permission anymore. His restraint was gone. He shifted closer, his knee brushing hers, his breath hot against her collarbone. His hands finally rose, hovering just a second above her breasts.

“God, they’re right here. Not hidden under lace, not teased by fabric. Bare. Waiting. Her nipples stiff, her skin so soft I can see the warmth rising from it.”

He exhaled through his nose, low and shaky, before letting his palms sink into the heavy swell of her boobs. They filled his hands instantly soft, warm, impossibly full. His fingers spread wide to catch all that weight, and his thumbs dragged across her stiff nipples.

Shweta moaned sharply, her back arching, her hand flying to his wrist, but not to stop him, to hold him there, to press him harder against her. Her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving into his touch.

Rohan’s cock pulsed, the sound of her moan cutting straight through him. Watching Aarav’s fingers claim her like that, fingers that had only ever typed emails next to his at work. Now sinking into his wife’s boobs, it made his jealousy twist into something darker, more arousing.

Aarav groaned aloud, squeezing her fuller, the words spilling out raw. “Fuck they’re perfect. Bigger than I ever imagined. Soft heavy fuck, Shweta, I can’t even hold all of you in my hands.”

His thumbs rolled her nipples now, the flesh tightening under his touch. His thoughts were carnal, unstoppable. “Fuck she’s in my hands. Not Priya. Shweta. Rohan’s wife. I’m touching her, and she wants it.”

Shweta gasped, nails digging into his forearm, her voice breaking. “Mmm, yes, Aarav harder, oh God. Squeeze my boobs like they’re yours.”

Aarav did not need to be told twice about those 36E tits spilling over his palms. He kneaded harder. Rohan leaned in, his voice low, taunting, feeding the fire. “You hear that, Aarav? She’s giving them to you. My wife’s boobs in your hands. Take them. Don’t hold back.”

Shweta’s breath caught. She was sitting there in nothing but her panties, her breasts bare and trembling in Aarav’s hands, while both men were still clothed. Rohan, her husband, was just by her side, not hesitating, not unsure, not claiming her as his exclusive. That alone made her shiver from inside.

Because this wasn’t just any man. This was Aarav. Rohan’s best friend. His brother in everything but blood. For a second, her arousal collided with something deeper in her memory. She remembered that weekend three years ago during the COVID lockdown, when Aarav’s world had collapsed.

His father’s death had gutted him, and Priya had been overseas for work and stuck when it happened. Shweta herself had been visiting her parents. But Rohan hadn’t let Aarav fall apart alone, especially considering Aarav was an only kid. He was there by Aarav’s side when he lit his father’s pyre.

He’d brought him back into their home. Shweta still remembered coming back and Rohan telling her how Aarav had cried himself hollow, shaking in his arms until exhaustion took him. Rohan had cooked for him, sat with him in silence, taken him out to breathe.

He’d been more than a friend. He’d been the only person Aarav could collapse against when everything broke. And now, here they were. That same man, once so fragile in her husband’s arms, was clutching her tits like they were his lifeline.

That same husband who had wiped Aarav’s tears was now whispering for him to take her. To claim her. To squeeze her, touch her, taste her. It was far too much for Shweta to process. Her body ached with the pleasure of her thoughts, clenching with need.

“They’ve shared everything. Work, grief, laughter, brotherhood. And now they’re sharing me.”

Her heart thudded, her lips parting in a shaky moan as Aarav’s thumbs rolled her nipples again.

“Fuck,” she whispered to Rohan. “This is beyond my wildest imagination. You’re inviting Aarav to explore me, and I want it so badly.”

Rohan nuzzled her neck “It’s not giving, baby. It’s sharing. Just like we’ve always shared.”

Aarav groaned, squeezing her harder, “She’s not just his wife anymore. She is OUR woman. Right here, right now.”

That’s all for this chapter. Do share your thoughts with me and Shweta at [email protected]. Cheers.

Hello friends, aaj hum aap sab ke liye ‘Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah’ ke characters par based ek hot sex story leke aaye hai. Chaliye bina time waste kiye kahani shuru karte hai.

Kuch mahino pehle Bhide ka kaam poori tarah se thhap ho gaya tha, aur kaafi nuksan ho gaya tha. Bank se jo usne loan le rakha tha, Uski kisht chukane ke liye uske paas paise nahi thi. Isliye usne apne jitne bhi jaankaar the, sab se paise udhar le liye.

Fir thode-thode karke jo chhote karzdaar the, usne unke paise to de diye. Lekin sabse badi amount jo usne Jethalal se le rakhi thi, woh wapas nahi kar paa raha tha. Fir ek din Jethalal uske ghar aaya, aur bell bajayi. Bhide ne darwaza khola. Us waqt ghar mein sirf Bhide aur uski beti Sonu hi the, aur shaam ka waqt tha.

Darwaza khulne par Jethalal andar aaya aur bola: Kaise ho Bhide bhai?

Bhide: Main theek hu Jetha bhai, aap kaise ho?

Jethalal: Main bhi theek hu.

Bhide: Aao Jetha bhai, andar aao.

Fir Bhide aage chlane lagta hai, aur Jethalal uske peeche-peeche chal kar drawing room tak pahunchta hai. Wahan Bhide Jethalal ko baithne ko kehta hai, aur Jetha sofa par baitha jata hai. Fir Bhide bolta hai-

Bhide: Kya lenge aap Jethalal bhai? Chai ke coffee, ke thanda?

Jethalal: Paani pila do, bahut hai.

Bhide Sonu ko awaaz laga kar kehta hai: Sonu beta, zara Jethalal uncle ke liye paani laana to.

Sonu ji papa bol kar apne kamre se baahar aati hai. Us waqt Sonu ne ek tight jeggings pehni thi, aur sath mein top tha. Uska top chhote size ka tha, jisse uske pet ka kuch hissa nazar aa raha tha. Uski nabhi saaf dikhayi de rahi thi, jo bahut sexy lag rahi thi.

Jethalal ki nazar Sonu par padi, uske lund mein harkat hone lag gayi. Sonu ki chadhti jawani dekh kar Jethalal ke mann mein laddu footne lage, aur uske muh mein paani aane laga.

Sonu tight kapdon mein gaand matka-matka kar kitchen ki taraf jaa rahi thi. To Jethalal ka dhyan uske matakte chootadon par chala gaya. Fir jab Sonu paani leke aayi, to Jethalal ka dhyan uske akde hue boobs par gaya.

Sonu ne V-neck wali t-shirt pehni thi, jisme se uski cleavage ka kuch part nazar aa raha tha, jo bahut sexy lag raha tha. Fir Sonu ne paani Jethalal ko diya. Jethalal ne usko thank you beta bola. Fir Sonu wapas apne kamre mein chali gayi.

Tabhi Bhide bola: Ji bataiye Jethalal bhai, kaise aana hua?

Jethalal ne glass rakha aur bola: Bhide bhai, jab aapne paise liye the, tab aapne kaha tha ki main payment 2 maheene mein wapas kar doonga. Aaj 3 maheene ho gaye, mujhe 20-taka bhi wapas nahi kiya aapne. Aise kaise chalega?

Bhide: Main jaanta hu Jethalal bhai, meri taraf se kafi der ho chuki hai. Main sharminda hu iske liye. Bas time thoda kharaab chal raha hai, to main paise wapas nahi de paa raha.

Jethalal: Lekin mujhe bhi to chahiye na paise. Ab mujhe ek order poora karna hai, to paise kam pad rahe hai. Main jahan se bhi ho sake paise ikatthe kar raha hu. Aap bhi 2 din mein mere paise wapas kar dijiye.

Bhide: Aisa na kahe Jethalal bhai. Itni badi rakam main 2 din mein kaise wapas karunga?

Jethalal: Bhide bhai, woh to itni badi rakam udhaar lene se pehle sochna chahiye tha aapko. Ab wapsi ke time pe aapko rakam badi lag rahi hai. Dekhiye seedhi baat ye hai ki 2 din mein aapko mujhe mere paise wapas karne hai. Ab iske liye aap udhar lijiye, daaka daaliye, ya ye ghar bech dijiye, mujhe bas paise chahiye mere.

Bhide: Jetha bhai, aap aisa na kahe. Aap jo kahenge main karunga, lekin 2 din bahut kam hai.

“Jo kahenge karunga” shabd sun kar Jethalal ke mann mein Sonu ka khayaal aa jata hai. Woh Bhide se poochta hai-

Jethalal: Chaliye ek kaam kar sakte hai. Isse aapka udhaar jaldi chukta ho jayega.

Bhide: Bataiye Jethalal bhai.

Jethalal: Maine abhi dekha Sonu bitiya jawan aur khoobsurat ho gayi hai. Kon si class mein padhti hai?

Bhide: Jethalal bhai ab 2nd year mein ho gayi hai.

Jethalal: Haa, bahut achi baat hai. Dekho mujhe Sonu bahut achi lagi. Agar tum usko mere sath sone ke liye mana lo, to main tumhara karz maaf kar doonga. Ek baar ke 20000 kam kar doonga.

Bhide ye sun kar hairan ho jata hai. Usko Jethalal par gussa aane lagta hai, aur gussa dikhate hue woh bolta hai: Ye kya bakwas kar rahe ho aap Jethalal bhai?! Sonu aapki beti ki umar ki hai. Aapko sharam aani chahiye.

Jethalal: Sharam kis baat ki? Sonu meri beti ki umar ki hai, tabhi ek baar ke 20000 bol raha hu. Biwi ki umar ki to 4000 mein mil jati hai. Aur waise bhi ab biwi ki umar ki auraton ko chod-chod kar thak chuka hu, to beti ki umar ki jawan ladki ko chodna chaahta hu. Teri beti ka jism bada zabardast hai, saali chalti firti fire hai. Chal ek baar ke 30000 kam karta hu, usko mere paas bhej de.

Bhide: Aap bakwas band kijiye, aur nikal jaiye mere ghar se.

Jethalal: Fir 2 din mein paise taiyaar rakhna, warna police aayegi lene.

Bhide: Haa-haa de doonga. Chal ab nikal yahan se.

Fir Jethalal wahan se nikal jata hai. Bhide wahin baith kar kuch sochne lagta hai, aur pareshan ho jata hai. Bhide ko ye nahi pata tha ki Sonu ne unki saari baat sun li thi.

Jab Jethalal Sonu ko uske paas bhejne ki baat Bhide se bol raha tha, tab Sonu baahar hi aa rahi thi room se. Lekin apna naam sun kar woh darwaze ke paas hi ruk jati hai, aur Jethalal ki baat sunne lagti hai.

Sonu apne college mein 2 baar chud chuki thi, aur Bhide is baat se bekhabar tha. Sonu ko ghar se to paise milte nahi the, to usko chodne waale boyfriend uske khaane-peene ka khayaal rakhte the.

Jethalal ka offer sun kar Sonu ko laga ki agar woh Jethalal ko khush kar de, to usko kaafi paise mil sakte the, aur uske baap ka karz bhi maaf ho sakta tha.

Ye soch kar Sonu mann hi mann muskurane lagti hai, aur Jethalal ke paas jaane ka decision leti hai.

Iske aage kya hota hai, aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Story achi lagi ho to like aur comment kare.

I was overjoyed when Nafisa invited me to breastfeed me. I pulled Priya to the edge of the table. Nafisa came forward towards me to feed Priya, reducing the distance between me and her. Priya had latched on to her nipple and resumed sucking milk.

Her hand was holding my cock, and she was trying to insert it back inside her. Not wanting to disappoint her, I pushed my cock into her again. Bending my body a bit, I tried to reach Nafisa’s free breast.

Seeing me struggle to reach her waiting nipple, Nafisa cupped the breast, brought the nipple close and placed it between my lips. I saw tiny drops of milk form at the pores. I quickly took the rubber nipple inside my mouth and pulled it hard towards me.

“Ouch….slowly, Rajesh. You are hurting me. My tits are soft and sensitive, unlike your sister’s. I will stop feeding you if you show your aggression on my tits. Think of me as your mother while sucking my milk. You can show your aggression on your sister’s cunt, not on my nipples. Fuck my sweetie and satisfy her thoroughly. My devar is not taking good care of Priya in bed, but he is enjoying her mother like he has never fucked before,” Nafisa said, lecturing me.

I was mechanically fucking Priya, but was feasting on Nafisa’s milk-laden breast as milk was flowing freely from her nipples. I was gulping the precious mother’s milk down my throat. Another bucket list item in sex was satisfied courtesy of Priya and her mother. As Nafisa asked, I sucked her breast like a baby, not wanting to hurt her as she was caressing my hair affectionately and urging me to suck her milk. Priya was whimpering, sucking milk, as I thrust my cock, feeling her hot, burning pussy. I sucked milk and fucked Priya for 5 minutes, and the milk flow reduced gradually. I tried to gobble her breast flesh as much as possible in my mouth to extract milk, but it was futile. Priya also had taken her mouth off Nafisa’s nipple and was staring down at our union. My cock was shining as it was lubricated with her flowing juices, and I felt soft fingers touching my cock as it moved in and out of Priya.

Holding the nipple between my teeth, I looked down and saw it was Nafisa’s hand. “Time, please, Bro. Give me a break, I need to drink water as my throat is full of milk,” I heard Priya saying.

Nafisa quickly pulled my cock out of Priya’s pussy and said,” Go, drink water and come. Meanwhile, I will keep your brother hard and warm.”

Priya got up, sat at the table and turned towards her mother and her husband. She was surprised to see her husband still going strong on her mother. “How is your son-in-law fucking you, mom?” She asked her mother.

Mamata Aunty wearily rolled her eyes towards us and said,” I won’t say that he is a great fuck, but ok. I don’t know why you were complaining about his premature ejaculation. He looks ok to me as he is fucking me from 10-15 minutes, triggering my G spot with his cockhead. But he is not as good as Rajesh.”

“Maybe he likes mature women like his brother,” Nafisa said out of the blue.

“You mean Raman bhai too likes an older woman?” Priya asked Nafisa.

“Yes, very much,” Nafisa said, gripping my free cock tightly.

“But who with whom, Didi?” Priya asked.

“Who else, with his stepmother Nancy Varghese. Our darling mother-in-law,” Nafisa, blurted out the family secret.

Nancy Varghese was Priya’s stepmother-in-law, who was around 45, and she had a grown-up son, Mathew, who was of my age. The room was silent, hearing the news about Raman and Nancy Aunty. For Priya, it was hard to digest the incestuous relationship between her mother-in-law and her brother-in-law. Of course, Nancy’s husband is not alive and passed away a few years back.

“Are you also fucking your mother, Anil?” Priya asked her husband in suspicion.

Anil stopped thrusting his mother-in-law and replied,” Correction, she is not my mother but stepmother. Raman Bhai started fucking her when our dad was alive and we had not yet got married. I requested him many times to allow me to take her, but he didn’t agree as he wanted her for himself. No problem, I got Aunty, your mother.” Saying he resumed his fucking.

“OMG…..I need a hot drink, not water,” said Priya, got down from the table and went to the fridge. When she was opening the fridge door, Nafisa hopped on the table, taking Priya’s place, and knelt in front of me. Wondering what she was up to, I looked down at her. Nafisa, holding my cock with 2 fingers at the base, brought her lips close to my cock. I saw her tongue crawling out between her lips, and she licked the cock tip. She was tasting mine and Priya’s combined cum and swirled her tongue all over the mushroom head, lapping up the combined juices. Seeing her licking my cock like a wanton slut, I was surprised as she reluctantly agreed to feed me her milk. Satisfied with licking the head, she resumed licking my cock, stretching her tongue out, from the base to the tip, savouring the juices of both man and woman. She thoroughly licked my cock, and now it was glistening with her saliva instead of cum juices.

“You sucked my tits, can I suck your cock now, Rajesh?” Nafisa asked my permission, holding my cock firmly at the base.

“Yes, you are welcome, but on one condition,” I said.

“What is that condition?” Nafisa asked eagerly.

“Remove both your top and bra. I want to see your naked breasts hanging and dancing while you suck me,” I said.

“Is that all. You have already seen and feasted on them. Why not show them properly?” Nafisa left my cock, pulled the kurta over her head and threw it down to the floor. Her hands went to her back, fumbled with the bra hooks, slid it from her shoulders, and threw it on the kurta.

She was topless in a few seconds, with just leggings on her body. I saw her breasts in their naked glory, which had sagged down a bit due to their own weight. But they looked firm with blue veins running all over her breast slopes.

“Can I suck you now?” Nafisa asked my permission again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Priya drinking beer from the can and watching her sister-in-law and me with a mixed expression on her face. To tease Priya, I said, “Be my guest, Nafisa.”

I came to the edge of the table, holding the cock, and I hit her face with my cock as she tried to mouth the head. I was taking it out of her reach and patting it on her cheeks, chin and lips. The cat and mouse game went on between us for a few seconds, and I saw that Nafisa was getting frustrated. Kneeling on the table in doggy style, she held my cock tightly and swallowed the cockhead in her mouth. She swirled her tongue on the tip inside her mouth, clamping her lips tightly on the cock, applying pressure. I knew she was a good cock sucker, and I would have a great time getting my cock sucked by her, as Priya hated sucking cock. She got down to business and was taking half of my cock inside her mouth, lips applying pressure, and her tongue was moving all over my cock.

Priya came and got on the table behind Nafisa, and I knew she was angry as her co-sister had taken possession of her prized weapon, my cock. I was holding Nafisa’s head as she bobbed her mouth on my cock, and I pushed her head down. Nafisa’s lips touched my pubic hair, and my cock was hitting the back of her throat. She didn’t complain as I tried to mouth fuck her. Saliva was flowing freely from the corner of her lips, and she had clamped her lips tightly on my cock, and it was throbbing inside her mouth. My cockhead could feel her narrow throat passage, and I pushed my cock more, gagging her throat. She gave up, patted my thighs, asking me to stop. Knowing that she had trouble breathing, I pulled my cock out a bit, allowing her to take in some air.

“Fuck that bitch’s mouth, Bro,” I heard Priya advising me. I looked at her. She winked at me, showing Nafisa’s leggings. I knew she was asking me if I wanted her to see Nafisa naked. I nodded at Priya, and she kept her fingers inside the leggings’ waistband and saw her co-sister busy sucking my cock. She pulled Nafisa’s leggings down her thighs, along with her panties, exposing her full, round buttocks. Nafisa turned and saw Priya disrobing her. She saw her brother-in-law, who was fucking Mamata Aunty, was also staring at her naked buttocks. Mamata Aunty was looking pleased, seeing that her daughter had involved Nafisa in the orgy. So problems in her marital life.

Nafisa took my cock out of her mouth and asked Priya,” Do you want to show my body to your lover and husband, bitch?”

“Yes, fucking slut. You didn’t ask my permission to suck my brother’s cock. I will suck and get you ready for my lover or maybe my husband, bitch,” Priya said, teasing her.

“Suck me, randi. I may take your brother if I feel like it, but definitely not your husband,” Nafisa said, laughing, and Anil made a sad face.

“Don’t worry, beta. I am here for you. You can fuck me as long as you want,” Mamata Aunty said, reassuring her son-in-law.

“Ah, yes, use and fuck my mother as you like, namard. You brothers are fit only to fuck mature women,” Priya chided her husband, and her mother gave her an angry stare.

“Are you going to keep talking or going to suck me? I want your mouth on my choot. When was the last time we did sucked each other in ’69?” Nafisa asked Priya.

“Last Saturday, I think. When we were both heavily drunk. Oh God, that was wild. You almost tore my lips with your fingers and lips,” Priya said, disclosing the lesbian relationship between them.

“Ah, yes, it was erotic. I don’t mind sucking you now. But I want to get your brother ready so that he can take both of us. Let him fill us both our pussies. We will suck his cum from our pussies in 69 position,” Nafisa said, smiling.

“Don’t finish him with your mouth. Save his cum for our pussies,” Priya said and pulled Nafisa’s leggings to her feet, and she said to me,” I will fuck her cunt while you fuck her mouth. We will attack this bitch from ends.” Saying Priya pushed Nafisa’s knees wide, making room for herself to mouth her sister-in-law’s cunt.

I heard Nafisa squealing on my cock as Priya attacked her cunt with her mouth aggressively. But the Muslim bitch took my cock back in her mouth, started sucking me and was going great guns, showing me heaven. This was the first wild blowjob I was getting, as Priya never sucked cock. Her mother was a lousy cock sucker. I saw Nafisa’s hanging breasts swaying as she sucked me. Both my hands went down to her bosom and cupped her hanging breasts firmly at the base. I started pressing them and milking her breasts like a milkman milks the cow’s udder. My fingers were getting wet as milk was flowing out freely from her lactating breasts. Not minding the rough treatment I was giving to her breasts, Nafisa was sucking my cock like a porn star bobbing her head up and down. Her mouth was taking half of my cock and then pulling back, but going down in the next instant.

Priya was also going strong on her co-sister’s pussy. She had held her ass cheeks, parting them wide, and was moving her tongue up and down, lapping Nafisa’s juices. I knew Priya had a fetish for women’s cum and was thoroughly enjoying the Muslim bitch cunt. I turned to see the other pair. Anil’s head was resting on Mamata Aunt’s breasts, and he was watching his Bhabhi being attacked from both ends. Mamata Aunty was caressing her son-in-law’s hair and was watching her daughter sucking Nafisa’s cunt and my cock being sucked.

“Are you happy, Chinnu?” Mamata Aunty turned and asked me.

“Yes, very much, Aunty,” I said, beaming at her.

“Don’t forget about this old fag as you have got 2 lovely girls to take care of you,” Mamata Aunty said with a weary smile as Anil was resting over her body. I knew that he had unloaded his semen in Aunt.

“How can I. You are my first teacher. If you are ready, I will take you now, Aunty,” I asked her.

“No baba no. Anil has just filled me up. You can take Nafisa as Priya is getting her ready for you. Don’t cum in her mouth, save it for her cunt,” said Mamata Aunty, pushing Anil and getting off the table. Her dress was messed up, with an open blouse and just a petticoat on her body.

I saw her going towards the washroom to clean up. Anil crawled towards us, ran his hand over his Bhabhi’s bare back, eyeing her hanging breasts, which I was holding. I saw his cock limp between his thighs and brought his hand under Nafisa’s.

Knowing that he was going to cup his Bhabhi’s breasts, I retreated my hands and kept them on her head. But Anil had different ideas. He got down under Nafisa’s body and latched on to her hanging breasts. The minute Anil sucked her tits, Nafisa bit my cock.

She looked down and saw her devar sucking her breasts for milk. Sighing, she resumed sucking my cock but with less enthusiasm. I was worried if Anil would ask his Bhabhi to fuck. I badly wanted to fuck this sexy Muslim bitch first and didn’t mind if she took his Bhabhi later.

Pulling my cock from Nafisa’s mouth, I said with authority,” I want to fuck you.”

Nafisa looked up at me, startled. Her face was in a mess with my pre-cum and her saliva all over her face. “I thought you were never going to ask. Who is stopping you? Let my cunt taste a young boy’s cock.”

Saying Nafisa pushed Priya from her pussy and her devar away from her breasts. She removed the leggings from her feet and got laid on the table in perfect missionary position, spreading her legs wide in an obscene way. Holding out her hands, she invited me, and with finger folding, she beckoned me like calling a puppy. Her pussy was messy as she had creamed a lot while Priya had sucked her. Priya’s face was messy with her co-sister’s cum, and she was wiping it with the back of her hand, seeing Nafisa ready to have sex with me. Anil was eyeing her breasts as he was deprived of milk.

“Come on, babies. Both of you suck my breasts and drink my milk while Rajesh fucks me,” Nafisa said, inviting Priya and Anil to suck her breasts for milk.

Priya and her husband looked at each other, surprised as Nafisa invited both of them to breastfeed. I wondered what Nafisa was up to. Maybe she wanted to engage in group sex, I thought. Anil quickly kneeled and took Nafisa’s left nipple in his mouth and started slurping her milk. Priya, bending down, took the free right breast and began sucking it.

“What did you call me a few minutes back? Bitch right. Now give this bitch your tits to suck and suck mine BITCH.” Nafisa said to Priya.

Priya didn’t speak, but moved a bit so that her left nipple was over Nafisa’s lips. Seeing Priya’s nipple hovering over her mouth, Nafisa said to me,” What are you waiting for, Bastard? Push your cock inside and fuck me like an animal. Don’t worry, I won’t scream as my lips will be closed by your sister’s nipple. Fuck and drive me crazy.”

Nafisa was hollering like a want on slut. Holding my cock, I pushed inside her and entered her fully in one jerk. To my astonishment, her pussy was looser than that of elderly Mamata Aunt’s, but I didn’t dare to express it to her. I started pounding her, holding her hips for support, and the Muslim bitch was pushing her hips up, trying to fuck me back. But I was pulling my cock out till the head and then ramming back inside her again and pushing her back down to the table. I got into a good rhythm and pounded the bitch hard. Anil had cupped her breasts firmly and was sucking her spongy nipple, sometimes stretching it to its limits. I saw Priya biting Nafisa’s nipple, licking and sucking it. Nafisa’s lips were closed around Priya’s sharp nipple, and no sound was emitted from her mouth as I pounded her heavily with long strokes. Only the breasts sucking and my cock making sounds were heard in the silent room.

“Are you guys not yet finished?” I heard Mamata Aunty speaking. I turned and saw her standing with just a petticoat on her body. She had discarded her blouse, which her son-in-law had torn a few minutes back.

“Not yet, Aunty,” I said, grunting,” I want to drill this bitch till her cunt explodes like a volcano.”

I went hard on Nafisa’s hapless cunt while Mamata Aunty sat on the dining chair watching her nephew, daughter and son-in-law attacking Nafisa from all ends with pride in her eyes. It looked like a scene from a porn movie as Nafisa was used and abused by three people simultaneously. But I was on the verge of an explosion, and tried hard to stay erect. I fucked Nafisa for about 5 minutes, and she showed no signs of calling it quits, but instead she was pushing her mound towards me, indicating to me to fuck her harder. I was losing my hardness, and I had to accept my defeat for the first time, as I couldn’t go on and on with her.

“I am cumming. Shall I cum in you or pull out?” I said wearily.

Taking her mouth from Priya’s nipple, Nafisa said,” What, so soon. I thought you would fuck both me and your sister and tear our pussies. It’s ok, you can cum inside of me. But I am warning you, next time you should fuck me till I beg you to stop. SHOOT BASTARD.”

“Ji madamji. Take it,” Saying, I pushed my cock deep inside Nafisa and began shooting inside her, not bothering to ask if she was protected or not. She had given her permission, and I was dumping my potent semen deep inside her. I saw her body shivering as my cum filled up her pussy and overflowed from the corners of her lips. Priya was holding her, trying to control her sister-in-law’s body trembling, and Anil was watching his Bhabhi’s pussy getting filled up with my semen, and as usual, he was expressionless. I saw Nafisa closing her eyes and later opening and staring at me with a wide smile.

“For a 21-year-old, you were not that bad. Mamata Aunty has taught you lesson 1, and I will teach you lessons 2 and 3. Don’t pull out your lund till I ask you. Stay inside me, I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me. I don’t mind if you are game for a second round, baby,” Nafisa asked me, winking.

“Now stop, Nafisa. Let him have a bath and rest for a while. You and Priya can take him in the evening,” Mamata Aunty said and turning to her son-in-law, she asked,” What about you, Anil. Can you get ready for another round with me?”

Showing his limp cock, Anil said,” Ah, yes, Aunty. Only if you suck me and get my cock hard.”

“No way am I sucking your cock. You can get it sucked by your Bhabhi. I saw Nafisa is great at cock sucking,” Mamata Aunty said.

I took my cock out of her well fucked up cunt. Nafisa got up and said,” No chance. I enjoyed sucking Rajesh’s, but Anil is a big NO. Mother and daughter get him hard by jerking. It’s your property, not mine. My property goes after his step mom, leaving me unsatisfied daily.”

So the good things came to an end, and I went to my room to take a bath. I wanted to remove all the cum stains from my cock and body.

The story continues in the next part.

Priya and I slept on the bed naked after a hot sex session in the bathroom. We had become more like lovers rather than cousins, hugging each other’s naked bodies. I woke up when someone shook my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I saw Nafisa standing and asking me to get up.

She shook her sister-in-law, Priya. Priya woke up, Nafisa said, “Come and see what your mom is doing.” Priya was totally awake, hearing about her mother. She got up and almost ran out of the room, not bothering to cover her naked body.

I got up thinking what Mamata Aunty was doing in her daughter’s house. Nafisa, holding my cock, asked,” What were you doing in the bathroom with your sister for an hour?”

I got up, groping Nafisa’s breasts, I said, “What. An hour. I thought it was just for 10 minutes.”

“You banged Priya for a full hour. My husband Raman has come. I want you to fuck me the whole night in front of him,” Nafisa said, gripping my cock, which started to rise in her hand. She literally dragged me to the living room, holding my cock.

When we came to the hall, I was surprised to see a big blanket laid out in the spacious hall. Nancy Aunty was sitting on the mat, naked, and Priya’s husband, Anil, was kneeling before her and kissing his stepmother. His hands were on her small, saggy tits, squeezing them and munching on her lips. I saw Nancy Aunt’s right hand holding Anil’s soft cock, jerking him, trying to get her stepson aroused.

Mamata Aunty was standing, wearing a saree, and was the only person in the room fully dressed. Two men surrounded her, one behind her and another in the front. One was Mathew, and the other person’s back was towards me, and I couldn’t see his face.

Priya was standing behind that guy and was trying to pull him away from her mother. Nancy Aunt’s son, Mathew, was standing behind Mamata Aunty with both his hands on her breasts. Mamata Aunt’s pallo was already down on the floor.

Mathew’s hands were sliding inside her blouse from the top to feel her naked, big breasts. I was curious to see who the other man was, so I went close to them. It was Raman, Nafisa’s husband, whose one hand was on Mamata Aunt’s crotch and another hand was holding her neck, ready to kiss MY AUNTY.

Seeing me, Raman turned and said, “I heard that you took all our women today, including my wife. So, I am taking your Aunty in front of her daughter and you.”

“Raman Bhai, leave my mummy. Your wife and I will do anything you ask,” Priya pleaded with her brother-in-law.

Raman stared at his younger sister-in-law, who was standing nude. He ran his hand down from her chest, touching her breasts, tummy, and pussy. Priya stood silently as her husband’s brother groped her body.

Cupping her pussy mound, Raman said, “You are still wet after getting fucked three times by your brother. Don’t worry, I will come to you after finishing with your mom. Your husband wants to fuck my wife, and I will fuck you.”

Priya got angry, she gripped Raman’s small dick and replied angrily,” You cuckold brothers, you won’t have the energy after fucking my mother and your cuckold brother fucks Nancy Aunty.”

“We will see, brother fucker,” said Raman, turning towards Mamata Aunty. I felt like hitting him, but kept quiet as I had sex with his wife twice.

Mamata Aunty looked at her daughter and said, ”Don’t worry, Priya. I know how long these brothers last. Let them do whatever they want with us.” She turned towards me and said,” Don’t worry, Chinnu. Priya and I will take GOOD care of you in the night.”

While Mamata Aunty was still speaking, Raman crushed his lips on hers, and she didn’t pull back her lips but reciprocated by kissing him back. I saw their tongues waging war against each other. Raman was rubbing her crotch over the saree.

Mamata Aunt’s hand went down to his cock, which was just 2 inches long, and started to jerk him rapidly. Both the mature women were trying to get Raman and Anil’s cocks erect, throwing all their shame to the wind.

Behind Mamata Aunty, Mathew got busy, tore Mamata Aunty’s blouse, and her breasts popped out. No wonder her nipples were hard, ready to be sucked. Mathew pulled her petticoat cord, and it fell at her feet like an orphan.

Mamata Aunty was almost nude except for the open blouse and was sandwiched between two brothers.

I looked at Priya to see her reaction. But there was none. She was watching her mother jerking her brother-in-law’s cock and her other brother-in-law feasting, groping her mother’s fleshy, plump body. Seeing Mamata Aunty pussy bare, Raman inserted his finger inside her hairy pussy and was moving it in and out, finger fucking her furiously. Mathew’s one hand was playing with her breast, twisting the nipple, and his other hand came down to her cunt mound. I saw Mathew pushing his middle finger inside Mamata Aunt’s cunt along with his brother’s finger.

Both the brothers started finger fucking Mamata Aunty, and she crouched down, taking her lips off Raman’s face, blushing at the treatment given by both the brothers. Mathew was pushing his cock between her ass cheeks, trying to mount her from behind. Mathew was kissing Mamata Aunt’s ears, neck, and her cheeks. Raman was trying to pull her up to steady her. I was worried if both the brothers are planning to fuck my Aunty in both her holes just like I did with their stepmother, Nancy Aunty. Nafisa was standing beside us silently, watching her husband and Mathew groping and violating Mamata Aunty.

Priya turned towards Nafisa and whispered in her ear. Nafisa nodded, looking at me. I knew that both the sister-in-laws were planning something wicked. Priya kneeled before me and, holding my cock, she started to suck it. My cock was semi-erect, and she was trying to get it fully erect to 8 inches. Since I knew she was not much of a cock sucker, I was thinking why she was doing it.

“Didi, please suck my brother,” Priya invited her sister-in-law.

Nafisa kneeled beside Priya and took my cock in her mouth as Priya was holding it. I felt goosebumps when my cockhead hit the back of Nafisa’s throat, and her lips touched my pubic hairs. Priya took her head down and licked my balls, lathering them with her saliva. She took my balls in her mouth, sucked them gently, and ran her tongue all over them. I was in heaven, and cock was fully erect, but I didn’t express it as I wanted the attention of the sexy ladies on my cock and balls. I kept my hands on their heads and encouraged them. I saw Raman and Anil eyeing me with jealousy as their wives pleasured my cock.

After sucking my cock for 2 minutes, Nafisa took her mouth off my cock, and she said,” Your brother is ready, Priya.”

Priya stopped sucking my balls and said,” Is it? Come, we will do as we planned.”

Nafisa got up and got laid between Nancy Aunty and Mamata Aunty, stretching her legs. Priya took a pillow and placed it under Nafisa’s buttocks. Now Nafisa was lying in perfect missionary position. Priya got on top of Nafisa and slept on her back, crushing Nafisa’s breasts with her back. She adjusted her body and legs to align with Nafisa’s body. Both the sister-in-laws were in missionary position, on top of each other, and I was staring at them dumbly.

“Come and fuck both of us, brother,” Priya said, inviting me to fuck them both in front of their husbands.

As both the pussies were on top of each other and aligned perfectly, I knew that it wouldn’t be a problem to fuck them both simultaneously. Nafisa brought her hand to Priya’s pussy, opening the lips wide. She said,” Hurry up, Rajesh. Your sister’s choot is melting like ice. Fill her up and make it warm. Don’t forget about me. My pussy is below hers.”

Priya took her hand down to Nafisa’s pussy, fingering it, she said,” Stop it bitch. My brother knows what to do. Both our pussies are waiting for your cock, sister fucker.”

I knew that Priya was highly aroused, as she calls me sister and mother fucker when she is horny and wants to be dirty. But calls me brother when she’s in sister mode. Anil had stopped playing with his stepmother, Nancy Aunty, and both were looking at us. He had seen me fucking his wife, so no problem with him. But with Raman, it was different. He had stopped fingering Mamata Aunty and was staring at his wife, who was lying below Priya, ready to get fucked by me. Mathew was in his own world, groping Mamata Aunt’s breasts and was busy finger fucking her. He was busy trying to hump her from behind as a street dog does, hoping his cock would enter any of her holes. I came back to reality, hearing Priya shouting.

“Are you going to fuck us or keep looking at them, mother fucker,” Priya hissed angrily.

I went between their legs and kneeled before them. Priya caught my cock and rubbed it over her bottom lip, lubricating it with her juices. Keeping it at her opening, she nodded at me. I pushed my cock inside her, and it went in smoothly, and she gasped loudly. I fucked Priya, staring at her husband, who was seeing my cock moving in and out of her effortlessly. Nancy Aunty was jerking his cock to divert his attention.

I fucked Priya for a minute, pulled my cock out, and turned towards Raman. I said,” You fucked my Aunty with your fingers. Now I will fuck your wife with my cock in front of you, Raman Bhai.”

“I don’t mind, Bro. Now I will fuck your Aunty with my fingers while you fuck my wife. You will see me fucking your Aunty with my cock after you are finished with both of them,” said Raman, pushing his finger inside Mamata Aunty, and she winced in pain.

Seeing Raman’s finger moving in and out of Mamata Aunt’s cunt, I placed my cock head at Nafisa’s pussy hole and gave a rough push. That’s it. My whole 8-inch cock was buried inside Nafisa’s warm, wet pussy. I didn’t hear any sound from her, and Priya’s head blocked her head. Watching Raman’s finger fucking my Aunt, I started fucking his wife using all my strength. Priya winked at me, rubbing her own pussy, waiting for her turn. I heard Nafisa speaking to her husband.

“This is how a woman should be fucked, mother fucker. Show that bastard your cock, Rajesh. Let him see how much I came on it,” Nafisa said and started laughing as I humped her. Priya joined her and started laughing.

I pulled my cock out of Nafisa and waved my lubricated cock at her husband. Raman saw my cock, pulled his finger out of Mamata Aunty, and licked it. “Your Aunt’s pussy is tasty, Bro,” Raman said, trying to antagonize me.

“Chill, Raman Bhai. I have sucked and fucked your wife’s pussy twice. I have been sucking milk from her breasts since morning. The only thing I have left exploring is your wife’s body, her ass. I will fuck her in the ass before your own eyes,” I said.

“I don’t mind taking you in my ass. Just say, and I will be ready. Now fuck your sister,” Nafisa said, stretching her head over Priya’s head, looking at me.

Pulling my cock out of Nafisa, I penetrated Priya, who was waiting eagerly. I fucked both the sister-in-laws in tandem for about ten minutes and felt like going on and on. I was nowhere near cumming. I saw Nafisa struggling as Priya’s body weight was on her. I got up and said,” Get up and give me something to drink, Priya.”

Priya got off Nafisa’s body and stood up. Picking her mother’s saree, she wiped my body, which was sweating, and said,” Why didn’t you finish in either of our pussies, brother?”

“The night is long, sister. Let’s enjoy as much as we can,” I said, and turning to the brothers, I said,” Start the show.”

Priya, wiping the cum of my cock, turned towards her husband and said,” Why are you waiting, mother fucker?”

Anil pushed his stepmother on the mat and got on top of her. “FUCK ME SON,” Nancy aunty said, pulling Anil’s cock to her pussy. Anil, with his hips raised as Nancy Aunty was holding his cock tip at her opening, and the cockhead was parting the mother’s pussy lips. Nancy Aunty was urging her stepson to enter her. Pressing his hips down, Anil entered her and screamed instead of his stepmother.

“Mummy, I am inside you finally. I waited 5 years for this. Oh God, you are so hot,” said Anil, starting to hump Nancy Aunty.

“Am I cold for that bastard?” Priya said with an annoying tone, seeing her husband taking his stepmother and enjoying the old bitch’s cunt. But her husband was fucking her mother-in-law, kissing her, and he had improved a lot. He was a bit slow when he fucked his mother-in-law in the afternoon, but was going great guns on his stepmother.

“You are still soft. How are you going to fuck me with this limp cock, Raman?” We heard Mamata Aunt’s voice and turned towards her.

Mamata Aunty had removed her blouse from her arms and was sitting naked on the mat. Raman was still standing, holding her head, and was trying to push his cock inside her mouth, which she was refusing to take into her mouth. “Rajesh fucked my wife, and Anil has already started fucking Nancy. Please suck me and get my cock hard, Aunty,” Raman was pleading with her.

Mamata Aunty made a face, holding the cock, she pulled the foreskin back. She licked the cock’s tip, tasting Raman’s pre-cum. I knew how much she liked to suck cock. As I anticipated, she took the cockhead in her mouth and sucked it, applying pressure with her lips. Raman groaned when his cock was being sucked. Seeing his brother’s cock being sucked by Mamata Aunty, Mathew too stood beside his brother and brought his cock close to her lips. Seeing another cock waiting to be serviced by her mouth, Mamata Aunty shrugged and, holding Mathew’s cock started to jerk him while she sucked Raman’s cock. Raman was pushing his cock more inside her mouth, trying to mouth fuck her. But the clever lady took her mouth off Raman’s cock and sucked Mathew’s cock, and he was in heaven. Mamata Aunty didn’t leave Raman’s cock unattended but was jerking him, trying to get him erect.

Nafisa got up and went near her husband and kneeled before him. She took his cock from Mamata Aunt’s hand and, looking up at her husband, she said,” You boasted with Rajesh just now. You can’t even get your dick erect, let alone fuck. I will suck and get you hard. I want to see how you perform with Mamata Aunty.”

Raman whispered ‘Thanks’ to his wife. Nafisa took his cock fully inside her mouth effortlessly, her lips touching his pubic hair, still staring up at her husband. I knew what a wonderful cock sucker she was, better than Mamata Aunty. Her tongue might be giving good service to his cock inside her mouth. I saw cheeks bulging up and knew Raman was hard inside her mouth. Nafisa took his cock out of her mouth and saw Mamata Aunty still busy sucking Mathew’s cock.

“Are you ready to take my husband, Aunty?” Nafisa asked Mamata Aunty.

Mamata Aunty turned, seeing Raman’s cock in full glory of 5 inches, and she nodded. She slowly got laid on her back without taking Mathew’s cock from her mouth. Mathew was kneeling beside her head, keeping both his hands on her breasts. Mamata Aunty stretched her legs wide, and Nafisa pulled her husband, holding his cock so that he was leaning on top of Mamata Aunty. Pointing his cock at her hairy pussy, Nafisa said,” Fuck her. I want to see how long you are going to stay hard with Mamata Aunty.”

Raman penetrated Mamata Aunty in one big stroke. Her eyes opened wide, biting Mathew’s cock, and he winced in pain but didn’t take his cock out of her mouth. Raman started fucking Mamata Aunty furiously, and her big breasts swayed all over her chest. Nafisa had taken her hand off her husband’s cock and watched him go hard on Aunty. Keeping her feet on either side of her husband’s thighs, Nafisa was holding his hips and assisting him to fuck Aunty, moving his hips up and down. Mathew, seeing his sister-in-law close to him, brought his face close to Nafisa’s breasts. He took her breast in his mouth and started sucking her milk while his cock was sucked by Mamata Aunty.

Seeing her sister-in-law helping her husband to fuck her mother, Priya went near her own husband, who was going strong on his stepmother. She pushed Anil away from Nancy Aunty, and her cuckold hubby fell on the mat, wondering what had happened. Priya sat on Anil’s thighs, holding his cock. She said,” Let me see if you like only old cunt or my young cunt, bastard.”

Saying Priya took her husband’s cock effortlessly and started riding him. Seeing Priya fucking her husband, Nafisa pushed Mathew down on the mat and got on top of him. The young Mathew looked shocked as his elder sister-in-law took his cock inside her and started riding him. His hands went up to reclaim her breasts, which were jumping as she hopped on him. Raman was fucking Mamata Aunty. Priya was riding her husband. Nafisa was riding her Devar, showing him heaven. Seeing three pairs fucking in tandem, I wondered what I was doing here alone. I sat and watched silently, the three pairs fucking in tandem.

Seeing his wife fucking his stepbrother, Raman stopped fucking Mamata Aunty and got up. I saw that he was angry. He pulled his wife from Mathew and pushed her down on the mat. Nafisa fell on her back and saw her husband coming on top of her. She didn’t speak, but held his cock, which was throbbing, and was pulling it down to her mound. Raman didn’t waste a second, entered his wife’s room, and started pounding her like a man on a mission to prove his manliness to his wife. Both brothers were fucking their respective wives, who had been neglected all these days.

Like me, Mathew was deserted, and he looked at Mamata Aunty. “Come here, son. Mummy will take care of you,” Mamata Aunty invited Mathew. What the hell, I thought. Till yesterday, Mamata Aunty had not seen a cock for the past 10 years after her husband’s death. But she got fucked by me, Anil, Raman, and now was getting ready to fuck Mathew.

Mathew got on top of Mamata Aunty, pushing his cock inside. He started to fuck her. She was caressing his hair and was encouraging the young boy to fuck her hard. I saw Nancy Aunty coming towards them. Standing near Mamata Aunt’s head, she offered her hairy pussy to her son to suck. Mathew’s joy knew no bounds when his mother offered her pussy to suck. He had one pussy to suck and another to suck, but both were hairy ones. He started sucking his mother’s cunt, relishing her juices, which had made her pubic hairs wet.

A minute later, I saw Mamata Aunty trading places with Nancy Aunty. Now Mathew was fucking his mother and eating Mamata Aunt’s hairy cunt. Mamata Aunty had gripped Mathew’s hair and pushed his face on her mound. She was shamelessly urging the boy to lick and suck her. I knew how much Mamata Aunty liked to get her pussy eaten as I was the first MAN to suck her. It was too much for the young boy to satisfy two horny mature women. Screaming that he is coming, Mathew started shooting inside his mother’s pussy.

The other two couples looked at him. Raman and Anil saw their brother pumping his semen inside his mother. Anil was the next to cum, and I saw him raising his ass off the mat and dumping his cum inside his wife, Priya. Raman too saw his brother and, unable to hold himself anymore, started to shoot at his wife, Nafisa. Finally, all three brothers were down and totally worn out. All three of them got up, showing their cum glistening cocks, and of course, all of them were flaccid.

I was angry at the turn of events. I had thought that I had 4 sexy ladies to satisfy, but everyone ignored me when they got cocks to fill their pussies. All seven of them were lying on the mat naked and trying to catch their breath. I got up, took a beer can from the fridge, and came out and stood in the foyer. As it was dark, I didn’t bother to cover myself. I saw a person creeping out from the garden bushes, and I jumped, trying to cover my cock. I tried to run back inside the house, thinking it might be a burglar, but stopped hearing a female’s voice.

“Stop, young man. I am not going to eat you,” The voice came near, and I saw it was Priya’s neighbor, Mumtaz.

The story continues in the next part.

Hi, this is a story about me, my wife, and my dad’s friend’s couple. I am 32 years old and my wife is 30 years old.

My father used to run a business where a person used to visit regularly to purchase stationery for his daughter. They have known each other for years, they stay a few buildings apart, and he comes to talk for some time most days after his work.

During COVID, Dad asked to call Kishor as he wants to send some medicine names. So he called, and I had his number saved. I took photos and shared them with him. From that day, I have had his number, and we both used to see each other’s WhatsApp status.

Years passed by, and I posted an informational status about credit card usage and the reward points, as I had booked a good stay with reward points. He called me to understand if it’s really possible. We met in our shop, went to his place, and explained it to him.

The conversation frequently happened, and after a few months, there was a function at their place, so we visited them.

As dad is close, we stayed there helping them, the communication increased, and my wife and Vinita became close, they speak about all topics, visit the temple together every week.

They were close friends. Kishor brother was 40 old man and his wife 37, they have a daughter of 6 year old.

Years passed, and we were going to their place and vice versa. One night, my wife and I were horny, it was sometime between 9-10 pm, we are dirty in bed during sex, sometimes we do sex while a stranger watches us without revealing the identity.

We got on the platform and selected the filter by couple and started searching to find a good couple or a mature woman. It took more than 15 minutes; we were skipping the ones with no proper camera quality or sound.

Suddenly, we found a perfect one, and both its legs were visible, even though we covered only the legs. I felt something familiar, like I knew this room and I had seen the nighty before.

I said, “Hi!”

And they responded saying, “How are you both?”

I whispered into my wife’s ear. Then she nodded her head with her eyes wide open. I kept the conversation going, like What do you people like.

He said, we are interested in a couple with whom we can talk, watch, and have sex together virtually. I asked my wife to call Vinita, as we wanted to check if it’s them. I didn’t want things to get messed up.

She said no, I said it’s okay. Don’t worry, both of us have the same interest. By the time I had lifted my wife’s one-piece to her hip, one side of her ass was exposed. On the other hand, he is rubbing his wife’s leg with his leg.

My wife called her, and we heard the phone ring.

He said, “Please wait,” and went on mute

Wife – Hello

“Hello, what happened at this time?”

Wife – Had to call to tell you that we are the ones who are on this side of video chat.

I saw her suddenly getting up and telling her uncle that Gopal and Chitra are on a video call. Vinita put it in the speaker.

Kishore – Nice to know even you like these things

I said, who doesn’t like, sexual fantasy and pleasure is a different feel

Kishore – Yes, that’s true

Vinita – You both come here from a long way.

I said I used to use this, and for the last 2 years, we have been coming as a couple, but not regularly; it’s been 4 times in the last 2 years.

Kishore – we have been using this for 6 years. Whenever we feel like we come, maybe for a few days continuously, and then take a long break.

Wife – Any good experience

Yes, many, but too many singles waste time, and finding good people takes time.

Me – I said, now that we know our interest, let’s do it using a laptop so that we can see it clearly, and let’s use Telegram for safety.

They said yes, let’s do that. I will call you once everything is set up.

My wife and I kissed and were fully excited.

One, to know the identity, and second, we are close, so there is no thought of trust.

Wife – I am so excited for this baby, I never dreamed about such things.

She was jumping in joy, full-on dancing on the bed.

I pulled a stool, placed my laptop, logged into it, launched the application, and sent a message.

We waited for 5 minutes

Come on, let’s start?

I said yes and hit on video call.

They kept the laptop on the side table, the angle was from the side of the bed, even though that looked fine.

That was the first time we made eye contact, and we laughed.

Vinita – I am so happy, but when she called and told me, it was a heart attack.

He touched her breast and slowly moved his hands over her pink nighty.

My wife put her hand on my dick and said Look at them, dear.

Wife – Lovely, don’t stop

On the other side, Vinita bit her lips and gave a sound aaaahhhhhh

It set the mood. I went on to my wife’s neck and kissed, moved my lips over her shoulder and neck. They started kissing. And we too kissed

The kiss went on for a few minutes, they were holding each other and saying continue, don’t stop, my wife made my face wet with her Saliva, and we exchanged saliva.

My wife opens her mouth, and I spit over her face and mouth. They too got excited and tried the same while we watched.

Kishore – You guys are okay with what we are wearing, or you want us to change?

I said I like to see in home wear, especially a nighty, when the lady pulls her nighty at night, it hits hard, or else a skirt and top in which cleavage should be visible.

Vinita gave a flying kiss.

Me – You want us to change?

No, no, this is perfect.

I said I would pee and took a 2-minute break while they continued.

I slowly went to pee and touch one raw shot directly from my rum bottle.

As I reached back, Vinita was pressing her husband’s dick, and my wife put her hand inside my T-shirt. She removed it in no time and bit my nipple area hard.

Maybe because I drank in that gap, she bit once again and looked.

I took her to my lap and we cuddled.

On the other side, he pulled her zip, and his hands were inside pressing them.

I too pressed my wife’s breast and made her sit in front of me while both watching the screen and giving them a clear show.

My wife was 34 and Vinita was 36 in size.

Kishore slowly pulled the nighty up, and we could see her pink panties. It further came up, and her black bra appeared.

What a view to watch a friend

While showing her caressing over and placing a kiss, she was moving around in pleasure.

He pulled one side of the bra, sucked her nipples, and showed us.

I was pressing my wife and she was holding my dick watching them do.

I badly wanted to go there and bang the beauty, I was impressed seeing her semi-naked and he naughty expressions.

Vinita – Hey, dear, take out his linga, I want to see it

Okay, akka, both watch here

We came near the edge of the bed, she pulled my shorts, and moved her hand over my erect dick.

Oh oh, I see it’s big.. oh wow

Will you allow me to taste it too?

Wife – I don’t mind, you can get a taste.

Uncle – open it, dear.

She pulled it down and showed my Dick, I was in a dream world, both of them were watching me naked.

She bent and started sucking it

OMG, I was feeling the pleasure

Me – Vinita, remove your bra, I wanted to see your nipples

She pulled the other boobs out and showed. It was big boobies, and the dark areola was hot. I loved it

I pulled my wife’s dress, and while they watched, I pulled her dress; she got fully naked as she wasn’t wearing anything.

I made her in doggy style and showered her pussy, and I started sucking her.

From this moment, there was not much communication; we were fucking our wives, and we watched each other.

They started doing the 69 position as I was still making my wife pussy wet.

Vinita stood and slept near the camera, Kishore cake on top, and inserted his dick inside, and the room was covered in sound.

My wife too wanted to watch, we were in the same position, hugged each other like them, looking at the screen, and fucked.

I went to take a condom.

My wife was suggesting the position, my wife facing the camera in doggy style, I entered her from behind, now it was good.

Wow, we could see both women’s bodies shaking and moaning.

I banged nonstop for 5 minutes and came

Kishore was going on, and he took out his dick and cummed in her mouth.

All 4 sat naked in front of the camera

I asked Shall we meet this weekend.

Kishore – Come home, let’s try doing it on the same bed. Is that fine?

I looked at my wife, she smiled, I said Okay.

Wife – Can’t we try swapping?

Vinita – I am ready to take a young dick

We were all ready for the swap

She said she will plan something for her daughter, and we need to drop her off at her grandmother’s place.

Let’s plan a good party

What a miracle, everything changed in a few hours.

I got hard again

We disconnected after a few minutes of talk, and I fucked my wife again. I couldn’t control it at all.

The next day, we took leave from the office as we were late to sleep and couldn’t take this off our heads.

To be continued, Vinita.

To introduce, my name is Rohit, and I work in an IT company in Bangalore. My manager’s name is Shirley; she’s middle-aged, married, and a dynamic, bold person in the office. Always straightforward, she never had bad intentions. I looked up to her. She appreciates my good work and respects me for it.

To move ahead, we have frequent outings planned, usually to nearby resorts or theme parks. But this time, my team planned a vacation outing during the year-end. We will not have any work due to the holiday season in the US. The
The Trip was planned to Himachal, and it was in the month of November.

The itinerary was simple: stay in a resort on the outskirts of Manali and enjoy the snowfall. We landed in Kulu and traveled by bus to the resort. We were a team of 20+ people. Shirley, my manager, sat next to me on the bus.

We hadn’t spoken much outside the office, but we had a pretty good conversation on our journey to the resort. She was in the window seat and fell asleep sometime over my shoulders. I’m not sure if she was aware, but I didn’t mind and didn’t think too much about it.

Nothing happened on the bus, but after that journey, we felt like we had
Gotten closer. I’m not a very social person, and Shirley knew about it. She always takes the effort to make me comfortable. In team gatherings while playing games, she would always pick me for her team.

The next evening, we decided to go to the nearby marketplace, but most of the team were lazy, and no one wanted to join. So, Shirley and I decided to go by ourselves on foot. It was a good 5-6 km walk, and it was the outskirts, not a very populated area.

On our walk to the market, she said she missed the warmth in Bangalore. This cold was new to her and hard to adapt to. We spoke a lot about how she missed being with her son and home, but she never brought up her husband in any of the topics.

She talked about how much she loves traveling, cricket, photography, and movies. But not a word about her husband. There wasn’t any serious issue; I knew that because I had seen her Instagram. Mostly, it’s her family pictures with her husband.

I think maybe she wanted to be like the single girl she was before her marriage, at least on this trip, with responsibility and stress. Of all topics, I did ask her that, probably the most personal thing I asked her at that point.

Me: Do you miss being single?
She: Why do you ask?
Me: You seem more relaxed and calmer on this trip, and seem like a different person.
She: To be honest, as much as I love my life now, yes, I do miss being single.
Me: Why so?
She: (with amusement) Why so? You will understand one day.
Me: Come on, explain it.
She: For starters, I can date anyone, at least I can stalk boys.
Me: Wow (I was totally surprised), so who do you find attractive on this trip now?
She: Shut up (she was very shy and laughed off).
Me: Tell me, please. It will be our secret. At least one or two from the team should have looked hot to you, na?
She: Not saying it.

After lots of insistence from my side, she did tell.
She: Manish looks good. Vivek too from the COE team. (She giggled).
Me: Haha. Nice ma’am. Lucky fellas to be liked by you.
She was blushing continuously.
Her: Stop teasing Rohit.
Me: Really, you are too gorgeous for those guys, though.

I don’t know why I said that. I thought that was flirty, but she said something else that baffled me.
Her: You too, Rohit. You look handsome, man.
Me: Come on, ma’am, you are just saying to make me feel good.
Her: It’s true, Rohit. Why would I lie?

Now I was gushing and just said a soft thanks. Just in a funny way, I said “Unlucky me” and we had reached the market. We spent a lot of time in the market with purchases, and it was getting dark already.

We started walking back around 7 PM. It started to snow, and locals in that area warned us about heavy snowfall. Our team at the resort was worried about us, too. Within 2 minutes of the walk, the snowfall was heavy. We couldn’t walk anymore and see anything.

We took shelter in the entrance of a nearby hotel and waited for 30-45 minutes. But the snowfall didn’t seem to slow. It was almost 8, and the hotel receptionist told us there was a blizzard expected that night, and it wasn’t safe to move. The roads were blocked, too.

We were so worried, our team from the resort called us and asked us not to head out and find a room for the night. Unfortunately, the hotel staff informed us there were no rooms available. We thought we were so dead with this cold.

But the kind hotel staff, after realizing our situation, asked us if we were okay to stay in an outdoor cabin. The hotel manager usually occupies it, but he was not in the property that night. Although we both hesitated to share the cabin, we had no option.

Shirley just mouthed the words if it was okay for me to share. I agreed. It was a small cabin designed for one person’s accommodation, with a single bed, a glass window with curtains, a single sofa, and a small cooking area, wooden floored. It looked quaint and cozy.

There was an electric heater to warm the place, but with the weather out, I was worried it was not much of a help. Once we entered, Shirley was trembling, rubbing her hands together, and hugging herself.

Me: You okay, ma’am?
Her: Yes, better now (still shaky).
Me: Let me make some tea for you.
Shirley sat on the only sofa that was in the room. I made tea and offered it to her.

Her: Thanks, Rohit. (With a relieved smile).
Me: That will warm you up a bit.
Her: Hope so.

It was 8 PM. After tea, she stood up and removed her jacket, and I did the same. It wasn’t helping with the dampness from the snow. She was in her kurti and leggings with a sweater on top. Not the ideal outfit for this freezing place,
she was still cold. I was in my full-sleeved sweatshirt and jeans.

I took the only blanket in the room and asked her to cover herself to warm up, and I sat on the bed.
Her: Thanks, Rohit, you are not feeling cold?
Me: For now, it’s fine, I’m okay.
Her: Strong boy (in a teasing tone).

Me: Not my first time in a snowy place, but this blizzard is gonna test my adaptability.
Her: I am worried about the same too.
Me: We will figure out something.
Her: Like what, nothing seems to be useful around here that could warm us up.

Me: We have each other (I said jokingly, to calm her).
Her: Haha, you may be a hot guy, but that’s not gonna warm this room, Rohit.
Me: Fair enough, hot lady (I winked).

We did chat for a while, and I had a few energy bars and fruits in my bag, so we had those for dinner. It was almost 10 PM, and the snowfall didn’t seem to slow down. The temperature was in negatives outside, and in the room, it would be around 0-5 deg.

I started feeling cold creeping in, and was shaking a bit. Shirley asked if I wanted the blanket for some time, I said no, maybe to show off that I was strong enough to handle the cold. But she knew I was feeling the cold.

Her: Are you sure? For me, it’s freezing even with this blanket.
Me: It’s cold, yes, but what choice do we have? I will just move this heater closer to me.
I moved the heater closer to me.

Me: Are you feeling sleepy? You can lie down in bed. I will sit on the sofa, I’m not feeling sleepy anyway, and I will just use my mobile for some time.

Her: No, I don’t think I can sleep in this cold. It’s fucking cold.
I was surprised by her swearing, but I know that was because she was getting comfortable with me now.
Her: Let’s share the blanket, if that’s okay?
Me: Blanket doesn’t look that big, will we fit inside?
Her: Let’s try, we have no option.

She stood up from the chair and came and sat beside me in bed, wrapped the blanket around me. She raised her legs from the floor and put them inside the blanket. I will be honest, it wasn’t comfortable. We were next to each other but didn’t want our bodies to touch.

So it wasn’t comfortable, and the blanket did not cover us completely to keep us warm, either. After a few minutes,
Her: What are you thinking?
Me: Nothing.
Her: Wish you had your girlfriend in my place now?

Me: Haha.. yeah, that would have helped.
Her: Oh, how? (With a smile).
Me: Come on, ma’am, you know better.
Her: Understood, it’s fine, sit closer to me. It will warm us a bit.

I moved closer to her; she was sitting to my left, and now our arms were tightly close to each other. After a minute, she moved her arm and wrapped it around me to get comfortable, and I too did the same. Moved my hand around her, her waist and moved closer to her.

I could feel her side breast touching my chest a bit.
Her: That’s better.
Me: Yeah.

There was silence for a while. Then she broke the silence.
Her: Rohit, I think the only way to sail through this cold night is by sharing our body warmth.
Me: Ma’am, I was about to say the same thing. Can we hug each other? If that’s alright for you.
Her: Yes, that will help.

So we both decided to lie down on the bed next to each other, covered ourselves in the blanket, and hugged. Our faces were closer to each other, and the hug wasn’t tight initially, but still, it was a start. With the cold, I didn’t realize
How awkward, or let’s call it how surreal, the situation was.

I was hugging a woman who is hot and is my manager. But I did start realizing it in a few moments, I guess Shirley did too. She said, “Let’s not tell this to anyone.” I replied with a quiet yes.

Her: Rohit, are you comfortable?
Me: Yes, ma’am.
Her: Can we hug tighter? Just for the night, forget that I am your manager. Hug me like I am your GF.
Me: Sure, will warm you up. (I giggled).

I asked her to turn around and hugged her from behind as tightly as possible, pressing my body on hers. She was completely wrapped in my hug. Now, everything changed inside my head. The thought was, “Am I getting laid tonight? And with Shirley?”

That thought gave me a boner. I was already pressing my groin region over Shirley’s ass. Now the boner was pressing against her ass. “Holy fuck,” it was amazing already for me, and Shirley felt the boner in her ass.

Her: Really??? Did I turn you on?
Me: I will be honest, ma’am, being in the same blanket with the hottest woman I know, and you expect me not to have a boner?

After a quiet few seconds.
Her: I will take that as a compliment. It’s freezing, hold tighter, and I am not gonna mind about your hardon tonight.

That made me horny as fuck. I don’t think I have described her body so far. She is of medium height but curvy as fuck, voluptuous ass, and boobs that cannot be hidden by any attire she wears. I am pretty sure her bras would scream to hold those melons.

I continued pushing my dick against her ass, over her soft leggings, and hugged her tighter around her waist. My dick got into the perfect position between her ass crack. Remember, I was still in my jeans, but the bulge was tearing.
my pants.

I slightly moved and thrust my bulge over her. That turned her because next she moved my hand from her waist to her chest and placed it over her boobs. I started holding it and then started squeezing it over her sweater, and continued rubbing my bulge on her ass.

She started breathing heavy, and I knew I needed to get loose. So quietly, I just unzipped my pants and lowered them a bit without her notice and started rubbing my erect dick covered now only by my underwear over her big ass covered in thin leggings.

We both knew how this night was going to be, but still weren’t open to speaking and admitting it directly. Our breaths were getting faster, and precum was already making her leggings wet. After a few minutes, Shirley broke the silence.

Her: Rohit, it’s still cold. Let’s transfer our body heat. Can we lose our sweaters and shirts?
Me: Yeah, sure.

That was the start of a steamy night to follow in part II.

Meri maa, jo ki hamesha saree pehenti hai, wo mini skirt aur crop top mein, wo bina bra aur panty ke aadhi nangi papa ke dukan ke samne khadi thi. Maa ko iss halat mein dekhke papa shocked ho gaye. Maa ko bhi nahi pata tha ke main unko papa ke dukan pe lane wala hu. Isiliye wo bhi shocked ho gayi thi aur sharam ke mare sar niche karke khadi thi.

Actually, main apko mera plan batata hu. Jaise ke apne part-1 mein padha tha, mere papa Ashit uncle ko leke maa ke sath mazak karte hai aur maa gharpe expose karke ghumti hai. Usse unko koi problem nahi tha. To main yahi dekhna chahta tha ki jab maa publicly khud ko expose karegi, tab papa ka reaction kiya hota hai.

Kyuki agar papa ko koi problem na ho, to main maa ke sath extreme level tak experiments kar sakta tha. Aur mera gut feeling tha ke papa ko bhi maza aata hoga unki randi jaise badan wali biwi ko duniya ke samne expose karke. To yahi soch ke main maa ko papa ke dukan pe leke aaya tha, jiske bareme undono mese kisi ko pata hi nahi tha.

Lagbhag 2-3 minutes tak maa waise hi khadi rahi. Fir wo dukan ke andar aayi. Papa maa ko upar se niche tak dekh rahe the aur maine notice kiya papa ka bhi lund tight ho gaya tha maa ko dekhke. Matlab, mera plan sahi track par tha.

Fir papa bole, “Are Rekha, tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?”

Maa: “Are, wo Roni ko leke ghumne nikli thi.”

Papa: “Lekin tumne ye kaisa dress pehna hai? Tum to hamesha saree hi pehenti ho!”

Maa: “Ha, wo Roni zid kar raha tha ke uske saare dost ke maa aajkal modern ho rahi hai, to wo chahta tha ki main bhi modern dress pehnu. Bas isiliye.”

Papa: “Lekin ye kuch zyada hi chota nahi hai? I mean, tumhara sab kuch to dikh hi raha hai.”

Maa: “Ha… dress online se order kiya tha, to shayad ek size chota a gaya hai.”

Papa maa ke kaan main jake bole, “Are, tumhare nipples bhi bahar aa rahe hai. Tumne andar bra nahi pehna hai?”

Maa papa ke kaan main, “Are ye aajkal ke modern dress hai… isme bra acha nahi lagte. Roni bhi zid kar raha tha, to main usko mana nahi kar paayi. Kyu? Main acchi nahi lag rahi hu?”

Papa maa ke kaan main, “Are, lag to mast rahi ho… bulkul randi ki tarah. Dil kar raha hai abhi chod lu tumhe. Par Roni uncomfortable ho raha hoga tumhe iss halat main dekhke!”

Maa unse alag hoke boli, “Are nahi… Roni to bohot smart ladka hai. Usne hi mujhe modern banne ke liye encourage kiya hai.”

Papa ne meri taraf dekhke naughty wali smile di. Maine bhi innocently smile kiya.

Maine innocently bola, “Papa, maa kitni acchi lag rahi hai, na? Bekar mein hamesha saree pehenti hai.”

Papa: “Ha, beta… sahi bola.”

Main: “Maa ko lag raha tha aapko acha nahi lagega! But maine zor karke pehnaya.”

Papa: “Nahi nahi… mujhe koi problem nahi hai…” (Aur maa ke taraf dekhke naughty smile diya)

Main: “Thank you, papa. Dekha maa? Papa kitne acche hai. Unko koi problem nahi hai. Abb aap isse bhi zyada modern dress pehen sakti ho.”

Papa: “Isse bhi zyada modern kiya hota hai aur?”

Main: “Are papa… bohot type ke dress hai aajkal.”

Papa maa ke kaan main jake bole, “Lagta hai iske baad Roni tumko nanga karke hi ghumayega sheher mein.”

Maine unki baat sunli aur andar hi andar sochne laga ke, “Aap dekhte jao papa, kaise main apki biwi ko sach mein randi banata hu.”

Fir papa bole, “Ha ha beta… mujhe koi problem nahi. Tumhari maa jo chahe, wo pehen sakti hai.”

Tabhi dukan par ek aadmi aaya cigarettes lene. Wo maa ko dekhke shocked ho gaya. Papa uske taraf khade hoke use saman dene lage. Hum piche khade the. Tabhi mujhe ek idea aaya.

Maine maa ke kaan mein kaha ke, “Aap uss aadmi ki taraf back karke niche jhuko.” Maa samajh gayi main kiya chahta hu.

Maa jaise hi uske taraf back karke niche jhuki, maa ka gand ka ched pura bahar aa gaya. Wo dekhke uss aadmi ka ankhe badi ho gayi. Papa uski taraf dekh rahe the, to unko nahi pata chala ke piche kiya ho raha hai.

Mujhe aur harami pan chadi aur maine apne ungli se gand ke ched main poke kiya. Maa fat se uth khadi hui aur mujhe haste hue hath pe mara. Ye sab dekhke uss aadmi ka halat kharab ho gaya aur wo waha se chala gaya.

Fir papa ko ‘bye’ bolke hum bhi waha se nikal gaye aur ghar wapas a gaye. Tab 4 baj rahe the aur papa ke ghar aane mein aur 2 ghanta baki the.

To jaise hi hum ghar ke andar ghuse, maine darwaze par hi maa ko ulta satake piche se unke kandhe par chumne laga. Maa bhi mera sath dene lagi. Peeth pe chumte chumte main piche se unke boobs dabane laga aur unke top ko fad diya. Mera lund bhi pant pe pura khada ho gaya tha.

Lagbhag 10 minutes tak piche se boobs dabane ke baad mujhse aur raha nahi gaya. Aur maine khich ke maa ka skirt utar diya aur apna pant bhi utara. Mera lund, jo ki average size ka hai (5 inch), fanfana raha tha.

Maine piche se hi maa ke chut paayi mera lund ghusa diya aur unko gardan par kiss karta raha. Maa bhi pura excited thi aur zor zor chilla rahi thi aur ‘aahhhhh aahhhhh’ kar rahi thi.

Karib 2-3 minutes tak waise chodne ke baad, maine maa ko zameen par letaya peeth ke bal aur unko chodne laga. Main kisi pagal kutte ki tarah unko chod raha tha aur beech beech mein unke doodh chus raha tha. Main itna excited ho gaya tha aaj ke saradin ke incidents ki wajah se, ke main janwar ban gaya tha.

Maine excitement ke mare maa ke doodh ko katne laga aur wo laal ho gaya. Maa bhi bohot excited thi aur unke chut se lagatar pani nikal raha tha. Kareeb 10 minutes tak chodne ke baad, main maa ke andhar hi jhad gaya aur unko hug karke wahi let gaya. Hum dono 30 minutes tak wahi lete rahe gate ke samne floor par.

Fir maa ne bola, “Thank you, Roni… mujhe bohot maza aaya aaj saradin.”

Main: “Are, abhi to shuruwat hai… abhi to aur bohot kuch baki hai.”

Maa: “Top to tune fad diya… abb kaise expose karungi?”

Main: “Are, wo to kuch bhi nahi tha. Maine aur ek dress order kiya tha. Wo to apne dekha hi nahi hai abb tak…” (Aur ek naughty smile diya)

*****

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Mumtaz was in her mid-thirties, and Priya had told me that she lived with her teenage daughter and son. Her husband was working in the Gulf and came once a year to visit them.

Mumtaz was wearing a nighty and I could smell a strong perfume which Muslims use on Eid festivals.

She pushed me against the tiled wall and pressed her frontal body against mine. “I saw how you fucked Nancy in the afternoon, along with her son. I felt jealous seeing you fucking Nafisa and Priya in front of their husbands. Too bad for you, as all the horny bitches left you alone when they got their partners. Don’t worry, I have come,” Mumtaz said, gripping my cock tightly.

I was dumbstruck.  I didn’t want any complications. So, I stood silently as she toyed with my cock. It had got harder in her hand. I saw her lifting her nighty with her free hand and took my cock inside her dress. I jumped when my cock tip felt something soft and wet.

It should be her cunt, I thought. As I was wondering what she was up to, I felt her rubbing my cockhead on her pussy folds. I felt her pussy moist as she used my cock to stimulate herself. She pushed her crotch against mine, and my cockhead entered her smoothly.

Seeing me standing like a statue, Mumtaz said, “Are you afraid to fuck me, boy. Don’t worry, I won’t eat you. I want my pussy filled up. I am tired of fucking it with my fingers. Shall we do it here, or go to my house? I don’t mind going inside your house and getting fucked in front of all those bitches. What do you say?”

I looked at her, and she meant business. Taking my hands behind her back, pushing the nighty further up, I gripped her bare ass cheeks and gave a rough thrust. Half of my 8 inches of my cock went inside her smoothly like a knife in butter. Mumtaz’s eyes widened at my rough penetration.

She pushed her crotch towards me, trying to take my cock inside her as much as possible. She took her hand off my cock, lifted the nighty over her head and threw it near the door. The bitch was not wearing anything and was stark naked with my cock lodged inside her moist cunt.

She has come prepared for everything, and I admired her guts. In the darkness, I was not able to see her body properly. I had enjoyed 25-, 30-, 40- and 45-year-old ladies in just 2 days. She was just another female body for me to quench my sex hunger.

Cupping her buttocks for support, I started to fuck the Muslim bitch in slow strokes in the cold, night. It was another quest for me as I fucked Mumtaz and she was kissing me all over my chest, urging me to go hard on her. But I had other ideas.

Pulling my cock out, I made her lean against the door. “What happened….” Mumtaz asked, turning back. But without answering her, holding her midriff, I bent her upper body, and her buttocks were high up in the air. Mumtaz got the hint and got in a proper doggy position without arguing.

Lining my cock against her cunt opening, I pushed my cock, and it went in smoothly, fully inside her, and the tip hit her cervix. She was holding the main door handle to support herself. I hammered her hapless body from behind. She was holding back her screams, not wanting her friends to hear her.

But I wanted them to see, not only hear the Muslim’s bitch getting fucked. So cleverly, I turned the doorknob, and as Mumtaz was leaning on the door, it opened up. I pushed her inside the house, still fucking her from behind, holding her midriff for support.

Everyone was busy with their partners and didn’t notice us. Once inside the house, I pushed the door with my feet and closed it. Holding her hips for grip, I started pounding Mumtaz in doggy style, feeling her fleshy buttocks, and she started to moan loudly.

My family members heard her and looked at us in shock. Realising that we were inside the house, Mumtaz lifted her head and saw all seven people staring at her with their mouths wide open. I fucked Mumtaz in doggy position in front of everyone for five minutes.

Nobody spoke a word and sat watching me taking Mumtaz. I wanted to show my family members how I had made Mumtaz my slut. So, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and came to her front.

“What. Don’t you like to fuck me, Boy?” Mumtaz asked me in a choked voice.

“Nothing like that. I am not mad to refuse such a sexy, busty lady. I need a break. Suck my cock and keep it hard,” I said and pushed her head down to my cock.

Mumtaz looked at the audience, curiously watching us. Without arguing, Mumtaz took my cock in her mouth and sucked it, standing in doggy position with her ass high up in the air. Turning to Mathew, I asked him, “Dude, do you want to fuck Mumtaz?” He nodded greedily.

“Then come over and take her back. But don’t cum in her, as I want to fill this bitch.” I said, inviting Mathew to fuck Mumtaz.

Mumtaz stopped sucking, looked up at me and then at Mathew. Taking the cock out from her mouth, she said,” I asked you to fuck me. How can you ask Mathew to fuck me? If you are not interested, I will leave.”

Seeing Mumtaz about to get up, I grabbed her hanging breasts and pulled her back down. Pressing her breasts, I said,” Chill, Aunty. Your pussy is not yet wet. Let Mathew fuck you and make your pussy wet. I will take you later. Now suck my cock.”

“Ok, but don’t call me Aunty. Call me Mumtaz,” she said, taking my cock back in her mouth and started sucking it.

Mathew hurriedly came towards us and lined his flaccid cock against her plump ass cheeks. I saw the poor boy struggling to penetrate Mumtaz, and his mother, Nancy Aunty, quickly came to his rescue. She held her son’s cock and was trying to push her son’s soft cock inside Mumtaz’s upturned pussy.

I was wondering why, as I had opened it wide enough for his small cock. Bending, I saw Mathew pushing his cock against her wrinkled ass hole. The boy had a fetish for ass after fucking his mother in her back hole. Wondering how the Muslim bitch was going to take it.

I started fucking her mouth to stuff her screams. Mumtaz’s body jerked. She tried to take her mouth off my cock and was beating on my tummy. I knew that Mathew had finally successfully penetrated her ass hole and was pounding her in slow strokes, showing a thumbs up sign to me.

His mother was fingering Mumtaz’s cunt with one hand, and the other hand cupping her son’s balls and helping her son to fuck her neighbour. I saw Raman and Anil getting up and coming towards us. They stood on either side of Mumtaz. She looked at them and their flaccid cocks.

Both brothers pulled her hands from my body and gave Mumtaz their cocks to hold, and each brother cupped her hanging breasts. Mumtaz understood that she had to give a handjob to the brothers and started to tug their cocks while sucking mine.

I was fucking Mumtaz’s mouth, showing no mercy on her. Mathew was happily pounding her ass from behind. Raman and Anil were getting their cocks jerked by the bitch and squeezing her swaying breasts. Mumtaz was taken by four men in tandem.

By the way she was sucking my cock, I knew she was enjoying the attention being showered on her. Mumtaz was literally being used as a slut by four of us, and I saw Nafisa recording the fuck on her mobile.

I was holding Mumtaz’s hair, lifting her head and pushing my cock down her throat. She was sucking my cock like an obedient slut despite her mouth being gagged, and saliva was dripping from the corner of her lips. I heard the main door opening and looked.

I saw Mumtaz’s daughter, Ayesha, coming in and closing the door behind her. I was worried because we were using her mother as a whore, and I wondered if she had spotted her mother in the middle of the group. She came near us and stood behind Mathew, who was fucking her mother in the ass.

I saw her eyes widen in shock, realising that it was her mother being fucked and used by four men simultaneously.

“Ya Allah, what are you doing to my Ammi?” Ayesha asked, seeing Mathew’s cock plunging in and out of her mother’s ass hole. “Take it out, Madarchod,” Ayesha shouted at Mathew.

Anil and Raman looked at Ayesha, smiling, squeezed her mother’s breasts hard and closed their hands on their cock, urging Mumtaz to jerk their cocks fast. But Mathew didn’t even bother to look at Ayesha and resumed fucking Mumtaz while his mother Nancy grinned at Ayesha sheepishly. Nafisa and Priya were enjoying themselves and had an anticipatory look on their faces. But Mumtaz was enjoying herself, sucking one cock, taking another in her ass and jerking two cocks in tandem. She didn’t bother to look up when she heard her daughter’s voice. Maybe the music system’s loud noise and the sex had intoxicated her. And she was also drunk when she came to me in the foyer. I saw Ayesha visibly angry and saw her right hand going down to Mathew’s crotch, gripping his cock at the base, pulling it out from her mother’s ass hole. Mathew had a surprised look on his face, and he stared at Ayesha as she held his cock in her hand angrily.

Mumtaz turned back without taking my cock out of her mouth when she realised that one cock was out of her ass. Seeing her daughter standing behind her, she froze, and her face turned white, getting caught by her daughter in such a compromising position. She stood up, taking my cock out of her mouth, leaving Anil and Raman’s cock. But the horny brothers were not ready to leave her. They stood on either side of her, rubbing their cock against her hips and still pressing both her breasts. Mumtaz tried to push them away, tried to pick up her nightie from the floor, but the brothers didn’t allow her. She helplessly stood naked, watching her daughter holding Mathew’s cock and hissing at him in anger.

‘Why did you come here, beti? Mumtaz asked her daughter in a low voice.

“Aren’t you ashamed to allow Mathew to fuck you in your ass? He is of my age and moreover my friend. What if he tells my friends in college, Ammi? Not with one but four men at a time. Chee kulta,” Ayesha asked her mother angrily, who was dressed in a salwar kameez.

Mumtaz dropped her head down in shame, while the brothers had inserted their fingers inside her pussy and were finger fucking her. Anil and Raman were squeezing her breasts and twisting the nipples with their fingers, and rubbing their cocks on her thighs. Seeing his brother’s fingering Mumtaz’s cunt, Mathew lifted Ayesha’s kameez and rubbed on her crotch while she was still holding his cock. Ayesha’s body jerked as Mathew rubbed her pussy over her clothes. I saw a faint smile on her face, and her hand gripped his cock tightly. She tried to move back to avoid his hand from her cunt, but Mathew moved along with her, not taking his hand from her crotch.

“Stop madarchod or I will break your lund,” Ayesha said angrily.

“Come on, break it. You won’t have my cock to suck. I know how much you like to suck my candy,” Mathew said and expertly pulled Ayesha’s salwar’s cord. It fell, exposing her white panties.

Everyone was shocked to hear from Mathew. Ayesha and Mathew were not only neighbours but also well acquainted. The cat was out of the bag. Mumtaz was shocked to hear about her daughter and Mathew’s secret affair. “Is it true. Are you and Mathew seeing each other, beti?” Mumtaz asked her daughter.

“So what. You can whore with chacha, why not me?” Ayesha replied to her mother bravely.

“But you are not married yet,” Mumtaz said.

“You found Chacha to get fucked. Now you have plenty of cocks. Why can’t I have one? I am 20 and I have my own sexual urges,” Ayesha shot back.

“Sorry, I know that it’s my fault for sleeping with Iqbal,” Mumtaz said, hitting her forehead and tears falling down her cheeks. But the way the brothers were fondling her body, she couldn’t resist herself; she had the brothers’ cocks in each hand and started jerking them again.

“I have not seen you speaking with my son, and you guys are not in the same class despite being in the same college. How come you are so friendly with Mathew?” Nancy Aunty asked Ayesha.

Ayesha saw Nancy Aunty fondling Mathew’s balls and shot back,” Ah, when you used to fuck your stepson in the night, your son would come crying to me in the morning. He would tell me how to get Raman’s dick hard and then ride him like a cowgirl.

He would get aroused explaining your sex acts in detail, and I used to give the poor boy a ‘Handshake’ to pacify him.”

Everyone was surprised by the word handshake, including me. Nafisa asked Ayesha,” Tell us what a handshake means, Ayesha.”

Ayesha, laughing loudly, moved her fist up and down on Mathew’s cock. She said,” This is called ‘Handshake’ in our college. The code word for handjob.”

“Have you both……” Mumtaz asked her daughter, fearing the worst.

“You mean, did I fuck Mathew. Hell no,” Ayesha said.

“Thanks, Allah,” Mumtaz said, looking pleased that her daughter had kept her virginity intact.

“But your lover, I mean chacha, that bastard Iqbal was the first man who fucked and popped my cherry. And some college friends have fucked me, but not Mathew,” Ayesha boasted about her sex exploits to her mother.

“Oh God, what I have done. I have spoiled my daughter’s life for my own selfish acts,” Mumtaz said with teary eyes.

Nafisa and Priya came near Ayesha, and Nafisa asked Ayesha,” Tell us how you used to give Headshake to our brother-in-law.”

Ayesha looked at them and said,” You want to know in detail.” And they both nodded.

“I will tell you about this on Sunday morning. Mathew came to our terrace around 5 am and pinged me on WhatsApp. I went to the terrace and saw him sitting and weeping. I sat down, and he placed his head on my lap and said how Raman Bhai fucked his mother in detail last Saturday night.”

“I saw his dick making a tent in the shorts when he explained in detail how Nancy Aunty sucked Raman Bhai’s dick by licking and sucking and getting it hard. I patted his dick on the shorts, and it got bigger. Seeing it struggling, I pulled it out and started giving ‘Handshake’, I mean, a handjob to please him.”

He said how his mother rode his stepbrother for 2 minutes and stopped. He requested me to suck his candy, I mean ‘Blowjob’. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked him slowly. He narrated how Raman Bhai pushed his mother on the bed and fucked her in missionary position for 2 minutes and stopped again.

Mathew pushed my skirt up, rubbing my pussy on the panties. He said he will explain in detail if I show my pussy to him. As I was horny and wanted to hear the sex act, I pushed my panties aside, baring my cunt to him. Mathew narrated in detail how his brother ate his mother’s cunt after dumping his load in her.

He begged me to suck my pussy. Feeling pity for him, I permitted him. Mathew started to lick my cunt just like how his brother sucked his own cum from his mother’s pussy. I was aroused seeing him licking my pussy like a dog. We both turned in 69 position,

I sucked his cock like a candy while he sucked my pussy. We both sucked each other till we both came. He sucked me nicely till I orgasmed and swallowed my juices like his brother. This is how we both enjoy ourselves almost twice a week, hearing about Nancy Aunty and Raman Bhai’s humping.

Secretly, I hoped Raman fuck his stepmother daily so that I could get my pussy licked and drink Mathew’s cum daily. But Matthew and I have not fucked till now. Are you satisfied, Ammi? Believe me,” Ayesha stopped her narration.

Nancy Aunty was blushing, hearing that her son was seeing her committing adultery with her stepson almost every time. Her son later explained in detail to her neighbour’s girl, his college friend, and they both engaged in oral sex.

Raman was grinning, hearing his sexual exploits from Ayesha, and Anil was staring at his elder brother. Both the brothers were still busy fingering Mumtaz, who was hearing her daughter’s exploits and staring at her blankly.

“Do you always suck Mummy’s cunt after fucking her, Bro?” Anil asked his brother.

Raman, removing his finger from Mumtaz’s cunt, licking it, he said,” Yes, I love licking Nancy’s pussy before fucking and after shooting in her. She gets excited whenever her pussy is sucked and talks dirty.”

Nafisa’s face turned red in anger, and she shouted at her husband,” Mother fucker. You love licking your mom’s pussy, that too after filling her up, but not mine.” Turning at me, she asked,” Didn’t I cum heavily when you sucked me in the morning, Rajesh?”

I just smiled at her, not wanting to get in between wife and husband. “Priya, come here. You suck my husband’s dick, and I will suck your husband’s. Let’s see if these mother fuckers can retain their erection. Both are eager to fuck Mumtaz Didi,” Nafisa said to her sister-in-law, Priya, my cousin sister.

Priya came near Nafisa, and she pushed her down to kneel on the floor near Raman. Nafisa too kneeled beside Priya and saw Anil’s cock in Mumtaz’s hand. I saw hesitation in Priya’s face, and she was not interested in sucking her brother-in-law’s cock.

“Didi, hold our husband’s cock and give it to us. Priya and I will suck them for one minute. If these mother fuckers can hold back, we will gladly permit them to fuck you,” Nafisa said, looking up at Mumtaz.

“I am worried about my daughter now, and you about your husbands. Take and suck them as much as you want. I am least interested in fucking your husbands,” Mumtaz said and brought Raman’s cock to Priya’s lips and Anil’s to Nafisa’s mouth.

Priya saw her co-brother’s cock close to her lips. She looked at Mumtaz and said sarcastically,” Stop the drama whore. We all saw how you were howling when Mathew took your ass-hole and how you were pushing your buttocks back at him to get his tiny cock fully inside. I will ask my brother to fuck your ass till he tears it. Shut up and give your tits to our husbands to suck while we suck their cocks, Randi.”

Mumtaz’s face turned white, hearing my cousin sister, and meekly signalled the brothers to suck her breasts. Raman and Anil clamped their mouths on her long nipples and started sucking them. Nafisa had Anil’s cock full in her mouth and was giving a wonderful blowjob just like she gave me in the morning.

Priya, hesitating, pulled Raman’s cock foreskin back, licked the tip. I knew she hated giving a blowjob. I saw her lips encircling the mushroom head and began sucking only the head. But Nafisa was going great guns on Anil’s cock. Her lips were brushing his pubic hairs.

Anil was in heaven getting his cock sucked nicely by his sister-in-law. I was sitting on the mat and watching the orgy. Mamata Aunty and Nancy Aunty’s eyes were glued on the five some group-sex, and I saw Nancy Aunty getting up and going close to her stepsons.

She kneeled behind her son cum lover’s legs, parting his ass cheeks and started licking his ass hole. Priya, who was sucking Raman’s cockhead made a face seeing her mother-in-law licking his ass hole. I saw Nancy Aunt’s head ducking down, taking Raman’s balls in her mouth and slurping on them.

I never knew that she could be so dirty and behave like a whore. Surprisingly, Raman’s cock swelled up, and Priya was astonished. But she was concentrating only on the head, not bothering to take the full cock in her mouth, unlike her co-sister.

I turned to Nafisa, who was sucking Anil’s cock, and was surprised to see Mamata Aunty sitting beside Nafisa. Seeing her, Nafisa took Anil’s cock out of her mouth and offered it to Mamata Aunty. Without any hesitation, Mamata Aunty took the cock in her mouth and started pleasing her son-in-law.

Priya saw her mother sucking her husband’s cock, taking it fully inside her mouth. I don’t know what she thought of it, but she took Raman’s cock in her mouth and began to suck it hard to outdo her mother. Both mother and daughter were hell bent on proving each other.

Nafisa was now sucking Anil’s balls like her mother-in-law. I knew that the way the brothers’ cock was being sucked, I knew that they won’t last longer as they both were still sucking Mumtaz’s breasts. But I was wrong, and they showed no signs of cumming.

Seeing the erotic orgy going on beside them, Ayesha looked at her mother being surrounded by Raman, Anil, Nafisa, Priya, Nancy Aunty and Mamata Aunty. She signalled to Mathew with her eyes. Mathew quickly pulled her panties down her buttocks, exposing her young, fresh pussy.

I was dumbstruck seeing her hairless pussy. There was not a strand of pubic hair on her mound, OMG. The slit was open a bit, and the pinkish inner was seen clearly. Mathew’s hand moved over her mound, and his middle finger slid inside her cunt. Ayesha jerked his cock while Mathew finger fucked her.

Mumtaz helplessly saw her daughter and Mathew engaging in mutual masturbation. I saw her groaning as both brothers had latched onto her nipples and were sucking them. She was holding the brother’s cocks and assisting Priya and her mother to suck their cocks.

She looked at me and asked,” Why are you sitting alone, Rajesh?”

“Everyone is busy. What to do?” I said.

“Nafisa and your sister are free. Why don’t you take them? I would have loved to fuck you, but these brothers are not leaving me,” Mumtaz said, looking down.

“I have already fucked them 2-3 times. How about if I fuck your daughter?” I asked, hinting at her daughter.

The story continues in the next part.

Some days later, Anjali was washing clothes by hand in the bathroom. On that day, she wore a simple, transparent, yellow cotton saree, which was soaked in water due to the quick washing movement. Then the thin wet cotton of her blouse clung to her skin.

Her nipples were almost visible as she did not wear a bra that day. Despite the focus on the work, she did not even notice that a few hooks of her blouse from the front were undone, which exposed a generous view of her deep cleavage.

There was a sudden soft knock on the door before Vicky entered, holding a shirt with a missing button.

Vicky: Tai, could you please stitch this for me?

Without giving it much thought, she signalled him to come closer. He came closer and they stood face to face with each other. Anjali took the shirt and started adjusting it. It was at this moment that Vicky started looking at the deep cleavage of Anjali. It was a better view than what he saw previously.

He kept thinking whether her Tai was doing it on purpose to tease him. Due to the wetness of her saree, she could observe the outline of her nipples, which were poking out. It was such a view that immediately made her cock pulsate inside his cotton pants.

He was not in a condition to hide his erection, and just when Anjali finished stitching the button, she saw that big monster poking out from over the cotton pants. Just like Vicky was so engrossed in the cleavage of Anjali, Anjali was also lost in the sight of this big cock that she was seeing for the first time.

Out of curiosity, Anjali wanted to touch it, feel it and even thought of seeing it, but she controlled herself. It was just then that both of them realised that they were both looking at each other’s body parts with lust. Anjali remained intact without adjusting her blouse and handed over the shirt to Vicky.

Vicky thanked her and moved out of the room with a shy smile on his face. Once she left, Anjali stood leaning against the wall of the bathroom, re-imagining Vicky’s big cock. She was attracted towards this young boy cock more than ever.

The guilt was there, but the desire was burning stronger than the guilt. She convinced herself that she was on the right track to keep her husband’s honour.
That night, the image of Vicky constantly looking at her breast and the enormous bulge in his pants evoked the thought of Anjali.

It was as if he possessed her. It was the first time after years of happy marriage with Ranjeet that she had such a feeling. She closed her eyes for the first time, letting herself fantasise about him. She imagined his hands caressing her boobs and timidly pressing her boobs.

His young lips were sucking on her nipples, making her harder, while she caressed his big cock. The thoughts were so vivid that she let a moan out from her mouth. Her erotic fantasy was interrupted when Ranjeet approached her for intercourse.

As it was Saturday, it was a routine sex between them every Saturday. Anjali would lie down, and Ranjeet would penetrate her, and everything would be over in 2 minutes. But this time, Anjali, already submerged in those erotic thoughts, jumped on Ranjeet and started kissing him wildly.

She kissed his neck and then suck on the nipples of Ranjeet while caressing his cock. She was imagining Vicky while doing all this, but the cock feels very small compared to what she saw. As she was already so wet, she climbed on the cock of Ranjeet and started to ride him.

She closed her eyes and kept imagining Vicky. It was so far the best sex that she was having with Ranjeet since marriage. But eventually Ranjeet moaned too early and cum inside Anjali.

Ranjeet: Wow, Anju, you are on fire today. You never did all of this before.

Anjali suddenly panicked but instantly hugged Ranjeet and said, ‘It is all for you, my hard-working husband. I love you so much.’ These words were enough to fool Ranjeet, and he went to sleep while Anjali was left without pleasure.
In his room, Vicky was also possessed by the thoughts of Anjali.

The memory was a feast for him. He kept thinking about it and played with his cock. He started masturbating, thinking about Anjali. It was no longer the shy boy; it was now a man having the thoughts of devouring a beautiful woman. He thought about all the opportunities that he got were an invitation from Anjali,

But being shy, he could not take the step forward to enjoy her. If not, why would she let her cleavage so open in front of him? If not, why would she openly look at his cock? He realised that he should try his luck the next time such an opportunity was presented to him.

He was convinced that it was an open invitation that he could not ignore. It was a Sunday morning when Ranjeet informed everyone about his plan to go to Pune for a festival. He asked everyone to be ready in an hour. It was at this moment that Anjali’s heart missed a beat.

A feeling of fear mixed with a burning desire for a more sensual moment with Vicky.

Anjali: Actually, I am not really well, Ranjeet. My head is aching a lot. I prefer to rest at home.

Ranjeet: Are you sure, Anju? If you want, I can cancel it.

Anjali: No, Ranjeet, the girls will be happy to go out a bit. You go with them. I also get some time to take a rest.

Upon hearing Anjali’s excuse, Vicky was so confident that this was the cue he was waiting for. It was the moment that he had to stand up for it. Anjali, at the other end, was also waiting for a reaction from Vicky. But his shyness was the cause of his not being able to voice out.

Anjali was sad and desperate and thought that she was the only one who could do something to make him stay at home. Hence, when they all departed to their respective rooms to get dressed, Anjali talked to Ranjeet.

Anjali: Babu, actually, we can ask Vicky to remain at home with me, in case I can’t take the pain of the migraine. And at the same time, I will get to spend time with him and can continue the progress that I made since the last time.

Ranjeet: Of course, Anju. It will be safer if someone is with you in such a condition. But don’t you think he may think that we do not want him to go with us outside?

Anju: No, Babu. You can go and ask him if he wants to give Tai Anjali company instead of going out. I am sure he will not refuse Baba.

Ranjeet agreed to ask for Vicky’s opinion. After getting ready, Ranjeet went to Vicky’s room to ask his opinion.

Ranjeet: Vicky beta, as you know, your Tai Anjali is not well. I don’t want to leave her alone. Can you stay with her today instead of coming out with us?

This was the best scenario that Vicky was anticipating. He immediately, with a glow on his face, agreed to stay by the side of Anjali. Soon enough, Ranjeet, along with the girl, departed for Pune. Time was limited, and Anjali was desperate. She just wanted to flirt a bit and push it a little further.

She just wanted to have a look at the monster inside the young man’s boxer. Hence, she decided to start the game. She went to the Cupboard in the common hallway and tried to remove pillows from the top shelf, which she knew was too high for her.

Anjali: Vicky Beta! Vicky Beta! Can you please come to help me get this out?

Vicky came out to find Anjali looking at her, smiling shyly, and also extending her arm to the top shelf to show her that her arm was not reaching. While stretching her arm, her belly part from her saree was visible, and her breast silhouette from her blouse was visible.

Her plump ass looked so juicy that it made him enjoy this show for a while. Vicky looked at her and smiled.

Anjali: Vicky beta, you are so naughty. You are well aware I do not have a long hand, and when I am asking for your long hand to help me, you are only looking at me.

While saying the long hand, Anjali mischievously looked at his cock to tease him. Without wasting time, Vicky positioned himself just behind Anjali. But instead of trying to catch the pillow, he pressed his already erect cock onto the ass crack of Anjali.

Vicky felt so good when he pressed onto her soft butt. Feeling the massive erection on her ass, Anjali could not control the pleasure and let out a small moan.

Anjali: Ahhh.

Hearing her moan gave Vicky a green signal that Anjali was liking what he was doing. Anjali wanted to tease Vicky.

Anjali: Vicky beta, your big hand is pressing onto another pillow. Is it not the pillow that I asked for?

Vicky enjoyed this dirty double-meaning joke of Anjali and her friend behind him, who cupped both Anjali’s boobs with both hands.

Vicky: Are those the pillows, Tai?

Anjali moaned louder when he cupped her boobs and at the same time pressed his cock on her ass.

Anjali: Ah, Beta. you are so naughty. You left the pillow that I asked you to fetch, and instead, you are crushing my soft pillows.

Vicky: Tai, these are the most important and beautiful pillows that need my attention.

Vicky then kissed Anjali on the neck, which was the last drop of water that made the cup run over.

Anjali: These pillows have been taken care of well for such a long time.

Anjali could not control her desire anymore; she slowly turned and looked into his eyes. They both had a hungry wanting to devour each other’s eyes. No need to hide their desire for each other anymore. She held his arm and led him to her bedroom, and closed the door.

This room was the sanctuary of both Anjali and Ranjeet. But soon all of this is going to change. Anjali unclipped her pallu and was about to unwind her saree when Vicky asked her to stop.

Vicky: Tai, I want to do the honour.

Anjali smiled with shyness and signalled him to go ahead. Vicky unwinds the saree slowly and throws it aside. Anjali was a real beauty in her yellow blouse and petticoat. Vicky dragged her close to him and cupped both her ass cheeks as she pressed them hard.

Anjali moaned in pleasure. Vicky looked into her eyes and pulled the string of the petticoat, letting it fall on the floor. Anjali was feeling shy to look into this young man’s eyes. The 19-year-old nephew of her husband was undressing in her bedroom.

He slowly, with a bit of difficulty, moved the hooks of the blouse and removed it. Anjali was standing in only a white bra and panties in front of a 19-year-old boy. It was a dream for Vicky. Seeing her dream lady in such a state made him very happy. Still with trembling hands, he managed to remove her bra.

He took one step back to enjoy the beauty of her beautiful boobs. It was not sagging too much. It was the perfect size, round boobs with small brown nipples.

Vicky: Wow, Tai, your boobs are so beautiful. You have a dream body.

Anjali’s shyness increased to the maximum level. She immediately closed the gap between them by hugging him and hiding her face on his chest. Vicky then kneeled in front of her and peeled off her panties slowly, and finally made her completely nude.

Vicky was going to remove his shirt when Anjali stopped him.

Anjali: Allow me to return the favour, beta.

Anjali removed his shirt and slowly caressed his chest and nipples with her fingers. Vicky hissed in pleasure while Anjali played with his body. Anjali then kneeled in front of him and removed his pants. The boy stood only in his boxer, a few centimetres away from her.

Her face was so close to his bulge. It was so big. The boxer could not contain this enormous cock anymore. She slid down the boxer in one go, and out sprang the most beautiful cock that Anjali ever saw in life. She was amazed and shocked.

Anjali: Oh my god, Beta, it is so big and long. I have only seen your Tau. Yours is the second, and it is so big and beautiful.

Vicky: Do you like it, Tai?

Anjali: I just loved it, beta.

Vicky: Is Tau’s cock so small?

Anjali: Tau’s is a modest size but ok. But compared to yours, Tau’s will look very small beta.

While saying this, Anjali stood up and laid Vicky on the bed. She also lay by his side, and soon they both were entangled in the most passionate kiss. The tongues were rolling inside each other’s mouths, and this kiss lasted for over 2 minutes.

Anjali took the lead by showing him the way and started to kiss his neck in every place. Vicky was moaning with pleasure. She started to play with his chest with her fingers first. Then she started to use her tongue to make Vicky moan in pleasure.

While sucking his nipples, her fingers crawled near his cock and travelled over the length of his enormous cock. She started to simultaneously milk this enormous cock and also sucked his nipple at the same time. Anjali felt the weight of his cock. It is long, big and heavy as compared to Ranjeet.

She wanted to keep playing with this new toy for life. She went down and licked his balls. Vicky hissed and moaned in pleasure. She sucked from the bottom till the tip of this monster cock and continued to give him a good blowjob.

Vicky: Tai, don’t stop. You are so good.

Anjali wanted to do all of this with Ranjeet, but Ranjeet was very orthodox. Thus, she was afraid of doing all of this. But finally, she got the opportunity to quench her thirst of trying all of this. She sucked him with passion, and his cock really tasted very good.

After 10 minutes of sucking, Anjali sensed that he was close to ejaculation. Vicky was moaning loudly. She increased her pace until he cum a gallon of sperm into the mouth of Anjali.

Vicky: I am cumming.

Anjali tasted his sperm and drank it all. She was getting the opportunity to try every kinky stuff that she really wanted to try but never had the chance to.
Vicky rested for a few minutes and then immediately jumped on Anjali and started to kiss her like a madman.

Vicky had planned about this well before, while he was fantasising about Anjali. He kissed and licked her neck, which made Anjali hiss with pleasure. He then started to kiss and sucked her boobs like a madman. He was at the same time pressing and cupping her boobs. It was making Anjali moan in pleasure.

Vicky teased her nipples by sucking and biting them. While sucking her boobs, his hand went to play with her pussy. He used his finger to rub over her clit, which made her moan in ecstasy. This young boy was driving her crazy. It was new techniques that she had never experienced.

Anjali: Beta. it is so good. Don’t stop.

After doing that for a few minutes, Vicky went down and positioned his mouth near her pussy and started to lick her wet pussy. He started playing with her clit with his tongue. Anjali was like in another world. It was the first time someone was sucking her pussy.

It was the best feeling that she had ever experienced while having sex. She moaned loudly while Ranjeet’s nephew kept giving her the best pleasure. A few minutes later, she felt like something was building inside her. She closed her legs, trying to hold this sensation and also preventing Vicky from sucking.

But it was too late, she spilt her juice onto the face of Vicky. Anjali squirted for the first time in her life, and it was the best experience that she had ever had. She was trying to catch her breath.

Anjali: Beta, it was the best experience that I had in my life. Felt so good. I don’t even know what this was. But you are so good, beta. Better than your Ranjeet Tau.

Hearing this made Vicky proud, and he felt stronger than his Tau. His cock quickly erected. Seeing this, Anjali understood that it was time to take the final step, and it was not the time to hesitate or have double thoughts.

She knew that until now, the decision taken to go ahead with him was the best decision she had ever made in life. Vicky climbed on her and kissed her while Anjali herself gripped his big cock and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.

Vicky looked into her eyes, and she looked back at him while he plunged his cock inside her tight pussy. At first, it felt so tight and impossible to enter, but Anjali managed the pain and asked him to keep pushing until all was inside.

As her pussy was so wet, it helped in accommodating this big cock inside her pussy.

Anjali: Oh, beta. Your cock is so big. It is painful, but it is a pleasurable pain.

Vicky: Oh. Tai. Your hole is so tight. It feels so good.

Anjali: It is tight because Ranjeet tau’s cock is so small compared to yours, beta. I feel your cock so deep inside me. It has gone to places that Ranjeet cock could never get access to with his small cock.

Vicky started to move in and out with his big cock, but at a slow pace, so that Anjali could first get accustomed to the size.

Anjali: “Ah! You are so big,”

She moaned into his ear as he began to move, her nails digging into his back. “It’s going so deep inside me.”
Her thoughts were comparing Ranjeet with Vicky. Ranjeet never filled her like this. This small boy is making her complete. The shy boy is no more, and he has now become a man, a mature man. Vicky started to increase his pace, and the pleasure started to rise for Anjali.

Anjali was moaning aloud the name of Vicky and kept praising his big cock. She realised that whenever she praised his cock, Vicky would fuck her more violently, which would make Anjali get more pleasure. Hence, she would also praise him compared to Ranjeet.

She begged him to continue. These words were like adding petrol onto fire, Vicky increased his momentum and started fucking Anjali at a fast pace. Anjali was moaning loudly and was so close to another orgasm. Her whole body trembled, and she had another most powerful orgasm.

Anjali: Vicky, I am cumming again.

Her juice was all over his cock, and it made it more beautiful. She was amazed by the stamina of this young boy. Ranjeet would have already ended in only a few minutes. But this young boy fucked her straight for 10 minutes, and he has still not yet ejaculated.

She has finally found her real treasure, she thought. She asked Vicky to lie on his back and climbed on him.

Anjali: Now it is my turn to return the favour, beta.

Anjali sat on his big cock, and with a little pressure, the monster disappeared inside her wet pussy. She moved with a slow momentum at the beginning, and she could feel his cock touching the very depth of her belly. It was just a pleasure on another level.

Vicky started to press on her boobs and nipples while moaning in pleasure. The room was filled with the moans of both of them.

Anjali: Oh, beta. Your cock is going so deep inside my pussy. Feels so good.
Vicky: Oh, Anjali Tai, you are so beautiful, make me yours for life.
Anjali: Oh, beta, you have already conquered my pussy with your big cock. I am already yours beta.

Anjali increased her pace, and Vicky started to breathe heavily. Anjali realised that he was on the verge of cumming so she quickly removed his cock and used her hands to masturbate him until he ejaculated loads of semen on Anjali’s hand.

They both lay on the bed exhausted after a very good sex session. Anjali shamelessly hugged him and rested her head on the shoulder of this young boy, imagining him as her lover.

Vicky: Tai, you are so beautiful.
Saying this, he cupped and pressed her boobs.

Anjali let out a soft moan.
Anjali: Beta, your cock is so beautiful.

Anjali kept her promise towards her husband and managed to change this shy boy into a man, a potent man. She can confirm that he is not gay. The change happened, but on both sides. How would Anjali tell Ranjeet that Vicky has changed or confirmed that he is not gay?

Hope you liked the story. I am an NRI who often travels to Chennai and South India. Any South Indian couple wishing to have a threesome or any married ladies wishing to have a safe, pleasurable moment, Private message me.

Hi readers, Rahul is back with a banger story this time. It’s been long and I was not accessible due to some personal reasons.

After the incident with Sajita in the morning session, I was not able to fuck any outsider. Sajita left the place a month after the intense session, which was a lovely moment. Having her in my bed was a special experience, and fucking that beauty was heavenly.

Sajita moved on to a place near her husband’s office, and she blocked my number. I couldn’t contact her after that. Meanwhile, some personal things came up, and I couldn’t concentrate on catching a beauty for having wild sex.

Instead, I had a lot of fun and freezing moments with my wife. Enjoyed her company, and we explored a new phase of our relationship until last month. This is where the banger story starts.

I got a job offer with a new company and joined them 3 months ago. The environment and colleagues are good, and I am having a nice time at work. Here comes the evil into the act. My team lead, who is a 42-year-old lady with a lot of experience, is strict at work but a jovial person to hang out with.

After office hours, she behaves like our best friend. She has been living in Bangalore for a long time and has settled here with her husband. The couple don’t have kids, and they have each other.

Until last week, I didn’t have any crazy thoughts about her. Suddenly, the situation and surroundings changed, and fantasy began building. She is a woman with good structure and a calm face. Anyone would like her as she attracts people, and it’s her biggest weakness, too.

Often, she comes to the office in Western-style fits and covered. Sometimes she turns desi with kurtis and salwars. Each attire suits her and boosts her attractive intentions. Since she is in a high profile, she kept her shape by doing exercises, yoga and stuff.

She is like a family friend to every team member. Since we often go out for dinner as a team, our family members are familiar with her. My wife always used to talk about her simplicity. She has Such a unique quality and is fond of her trusted ones.

The event that triggered a major change in her behaviour towards me happened 2 weeks ago. I came to know about that only when she planned a big thing and locked me up with no escape routes. Let me detail the banger event that changed the situation.

A week before the event, my wife and I went on a trip to Idukki, Kerala. As it’s her birthday, we planned long back and left our kids at home with my parents and went on a trip as a couple. For 3 days, we had our own private time and enjoyed the trip to another level.

We had more intimate moments, and the climate and stay were awesome. We took videos and images of us having sex at different positions. We often do this when we enjoy the moments. As we were more excited, we took many videos and photos and hid them in a safe folder.

We returned to the regular schedule of work, home, and family. At the office, I was working as usual, and it was Tuesday, when something changed my situation. My lead came to my cabin, and casually she was enquiring about the trip.

I was explaining to her the places we visited, the climate, and the long drive, etc. She was eagerly listening as she had not visited Idukki. I took my phone and showed her the photos and places we visited in Idukki. Suddenly, I got a call on Teams and gave the phone to her.

She was scrolling through the photos. After some time, she returned the phone and went to her seat, and I was still on the call. The day went as usual.

On Wednesday, I felt something was different, and the lead was acting strangely towards me. I didn’t ask her, but I could see the strange situation. The day went without hassle, and I continued working. On Thursday evening, there was a sudden meeting.

The lead informed my team that a new client wants a demo of the new product we are working on and is scheduled in Mumbai. She said I will be the one who will be giving the demo, and I need to travel the next day and will return on Monday.

None in the team expected this sudden arrangement. All were given priority work to test and close the bugs. She instructed that while demo, there should not be any discrepancy. I was doing my part and was preparing documents for the demo.

She informed me that they are travelling on Friday morning and will be showing a demo on Saturday. I completed work and went home early to pack things. Prior to the trip, I informed my wife about the travel and she started packing things.

I reached the station on time, and she was waiting there. Once the train reached, we boarded and were allotted AC seating. For some time, we were discussing on the demo and we slept for some time. We reached Mumbai by 3 pm and went to the hotel.

2 separate rooms were booked, and she got a business class room and an executive for me. I dropped my luggage and dozed off in bed. I woke up at 6.30 pm and found 5 missed calls from the lead. I got freshened up and called her back. She asked me to come to her room after dinner to finalise the presentation.

I went around 8 for dinner, and the hotel staff said she got her dinner in her room. I had dinner, went back to my room, and took my laptop. I pinged her to see if I could come to her room. She replied to come after 10 minutes.

I went to her room at 9 and knocked on the door. She said it’s open. I opened and went inside. The room was gorgeous and big. It had separate rooms with beds and a table in another room for meetings and work. She asked me to wait near the working table, and a sound came from the bathroom.

I sat in the chair and opened my laptop. A few minutes later, she came in with a nightdress fully wrapped around her. The ones shown in Hollywood movies. I didn’t expect that, but she was fully covered and thought it was her usual nightwear. She ordered coffee for us, and we worked on the presentation.

It was around 11 pm when work got over. I closed and packed my bag. When I was about to go back, she asked if I was feeling sleepy. I said no, and can I help her with something? She said she too didn’t feel sleepy and thought of talking to me.

I said, “Is it ok for me to stay at this hour?” She looked intensely into my face and laughed loudly and said, “You’re always welcome.” We both went to the balcony and sat on the couch. It was a cold night and a chill breeze.

The balcony is covered with plants and bushes that cover the seating. None can see us from adjacent rooms. It was silent for 2 minutes, and she started talking.

She: Sorry, Rahul.

Rahul: Hey, what happened and why? Sorry.

She: Seeing your trip photos, I was nostalgic and jealous of you.

Rahul: It’s ok. As it’s been long, we enjoyed the trip. You too can plan something with your husband and take a break from work.

She: I tried, but my husband is not interested. He is not spending enough time with me and is always hung up on work.

Rahul: You could have a talk with him and make him understand to spend time with his family.

She: Since you are close to me. I reveal this. He lost interest in me as we couldn’t bear a child. We were positive in that, but failed. He is not interested in adoption, either.

Rahul: You guys could opt for counselling and take proper medication.

She tried every option, and it didn’t work the way we expected. Can I ask you something?

Rahul: Sure. You can ask me anything and have a one-on-one talk with me.

She: How you and your wife still have this much interest in each other and go on mating with passion.

I was stunned when she posed this question in front of me, and I didn’t expect such words from her.

Rahul: I don’t get you and what exact answer you like to get from me.

She: I forwarded a few photos of yours from your phone to me and deleted them from your WhatsApp.

Rahul: Which photos and when?

She: Take a look at this.

I was shocked to see she took a few intimate photos of me and my wife. Photos with my hard dick, photos of my dick inside her hole, etc..

I forgot to hide a few which was in the gallery.

Rahul: Why did you take those photos? Don’t share with anyone. Please delete it.

She: See, I didn’t take this to blackmail you. I will delete it right away. But I need a favour.

Rahul: Delete it first, and I will consider.

She deleted those photos in front of me and showed her gallery. I was calm only after she did it. I was thinking she didn’t want to blackmail, but she expects something else.

She: Wait, I will be back in 2 minutes.

I was wondering what she might be doing. Immediately, I hid all those photos in my safe folder. Suddenly, all the light in the room went out, and only a dull night lamp was on. It was a bit dark. She was walking towards the balcony in the dim light.

When she entered the balcony, I was shocked and couldn’t breathe. She was in her lingerie, holding 2 cups of whisky in her hands. She casually came and sat near me on the couch and handed over the glass. I was looking at her without blinking, and she was sitting near me, half naked.

She was like a portrait in the dim light, and the surroundings raised her glow. She was an angel with a perfect body like the ones shown in movies. She was wearing a black bra and straps attached to her panties. Since she is white, black people elevated her beauty.

Her boobs were the perfect shape and size for a palm to hold, and her waist was curved like a doll’s. I was breathing heavy and couldn’t say anything. She understood and slowly said, Now you know what I am expecting from you. Inside, I was happy but afraid of whether it would impact my work.

I was sitting with a calm face, looking at her eyes. She is confident in what she wants, and she is damn hot, too. She got a grasp of what I am thinking. She said, “Rahul, do not worry, as this will not cause any problem to your job. This is an entirely out-of-office situation, and it’s personal between us.”

Hearing this, I got consoled and was sure she was on the right wavelength with me. I took the glass and had a shot. She smiled at me and said, “I was jealous of your wife for having a great time with you always.”

I laughed out loud hearing this, and she looked at me with a smirk on her face. I said, “Do not worry, for these 2 days, you are my wife.” Her face brightened, and she came closer to me. I could feel the heat in that balcony, and she placed her head on my shoulder.

Her body was pressing over mine and turning me on. It was like I was sitting on a cloud with an angel who wanted me. The breeze and whisky had a deep impact on our mood. She lifted her face and planted a kiss on my cheek. I looked at her.

She said it’s the kiss she gave after 3 years, and there was no intimacy between them. I felt pity, and she was literally crying her heart out. Her husband often abuses her verbally and physically over the baby issue. This created a gap between them, and it has persisted till now.

Seeing the photos, her inner devil woke and decided to seek pleasure with me. In acceptance of that, I kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. She felt warm and melted into my arms. We had 2 pegs, and I grabbed her nearby and held her face in my palms. I softly planted a kiss on her pinkish lips, and she closed her eyes and responded.

She pushed me on the couch and came over me. She kissed me deeply with sweet lips and bit mine. I was bleeding a little, and she licked it too. She kissed deeply and could taste her tongue too. She was much-awaited for such a chance, and her lust was spreading all over the place.

I could smell her, and it’s a different vibe. I couldn’t let her go and hugged her tight, grasping her back. I could grab her skin and pull her towards me. Even though it hurt her, she was enjoying it. We kissed on the couch for about 5 minutes, and she was over me.

I couldn’t resist her, I pushed her on the couch, and I stood up. I removed my pants and shirt and was in my inners. My dick was throbbing inside my brief. I went over her and started kissing her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel. I went to her boobs and grabbed one, and caressed it over the bra.

Her eyes rolled up in pleasure, and she was moaning. I let my tongue inside her mouth and licked and twisted her tongue. She responded, and there was a tug-of-war inside her mouth. Both our saliva got gelled and was flowing out. We were immersed in the kiss and didn’t know what was going on.

We broke apart to catch our breath and rested. She smiled at me, and she took her leg and started teasing my dick over her inner thigh. I don’t want to waste time further, and she got the hint. She started stripping herself from the top. She removed her bra and showed her glorious boobs.

It’s in perfect shape, and her nipples were dark. One palm can hold one melon, and it is enough to enjoy the night. She got up from the couch and came near me, and she sat on my lap, spreading her legs. Now her pussy is over my dick, and she sat in a position where my dick will press on her walls.

She was a splendid performer, and she knew the tricks. I thought her husband was unlucky to enjoy all these. She fed her boobs to me. I grabbed one melon in my right palm and started sucking the other one.

I was tasting and seeing her breasts twisted my mind. I bit her nipples and she started moaning. She held the back of my head and pressed it hard towards her boobs. She guided me to suck hard, and she liked the way I played. I bit her nipples, sucked them and twisted them with my tongue.

With each bite, her moaning increased, and she was shaking her body. Meanwhile, she was rubbing her pussy over my dick. She is experiencing double pleasure and couldn’t catch her breath. She kept going, and I moved on to the next melon. I was enjoying her size and beautiful shape.

I can relate it to a Bollywood heroine and can fuck her all day. We played with each other for about 10 minutes. She couldn’t wait, so she got down, held my hand, and took me to her bedroom. It was a big room with an awesome interior and centralised AC.

It has its own table set-up and couch facing the window. Such a luxurious space we could dream about. She was enjoying such privileged options whenever she stayed out for an official purpose. Today I too got a chance to enjoy along with her. She removed all my clothes herself and made me naked.

All the windows were covered with curtains, and none could see us. She asked me to take a step back and was staring at my dick. She pulled the chair and made me sit. She then sat on the floor in front of the chair. She pulled me to the front and held my hardened dick in her palms.

She pulled down the foreskin and stared at the raw head of my dick. Precum was oozing, and she sniffed at the smell, closing her eyes. Without hesitation, she licked the precum. In one hand, she groped my balls and took the entire length in her mouth.

She started sucking it gently, and her tongue coated the entire length with saliva. She sucked deep and often circled the head of the dick with her tongue. Her sucking continued for more than 5 minutes, and my balls started trembling. I knew I might cum if she continues.

So I stopped her, and she smiled at me. Then comes the big twist in action. She reached into her bag on the table and took a small container. It looked like a Volini spray bottle. I asked whether she got a sprain somewhere. She laughed out loud.

She said it’s a spray that will keep my dick Hard for a long time and will slow down the ejaculation. I was awestruck by the plan she had all along. She sprayed it over my dick, and I could feel some numbness over it, and it stayed hard.

A few minutes later, she again started playing with my dick and sucked it to her happiness. As I couldn’t feel it, I was enjoying how she was playing with mine. She tasted my dick for about 10 more minutes, and it was my turn now. I pulled her up and made her sit on the chair.

I pulled her panties down her legs, and she is fully naked. Pulled her front and made her place her thighs on my shoulder. I could smell her wetness, and it increased the mood. Slowly, I inserted my middle finger, and she moaned softly. I circled her inner walls, and it was wet.

Without delay, I pulled her close and inserted my tongue into her love hole. She gasped big and moaned loudly. She grabbed my hair, and I locked her pussy deep. She was oozing, and I locked my tongue deep inside. She was shaking, and I started teasing her G-spot with my tongue.

She was aroused, and her eyes rolled up in pleasure. Since her pussy was not plugged for a long time, she was thoroughly enjoying each moment. I tasted it for about 5 mins, and she wanted me to get into bed. She made me lie down, and she sat on my face with her pussy.

She stretched back and gave her pussy fully to me. This position gave full access to her hole and I could taste it even deeper. I inserted my tongue and meanwhile caressed her butt hole. She was moaning louder in both pleasure, and it continued for 10 minutes.

I could sense she was reaching the limit, and with one final lick, she burst with a heavy orgasm. Her body shook like she was possessed. It lasted for 2 minutes, and she was screaming my name in ecstasy. Both fell into bed to catch our breath.

She was breathing heavy, and her pussy was flowing with her love juice. It turned pink and soft. She got ready for the next round. She came over and sat on my dick and rubbed her pussy all over and made my dick also wet. My dick was hard, and still, I am not able to feel anything.

Holding my dick, she slid it inside her hole smoothly. The entire length vanished inside her. She was looking up as my dick was locked inside her. She said my dick is very thick and fills her. She slowly moved her dick and was riding my dick.

She increased the speed and was riding my dick in cowgirl position. She placed her hands on my chest for support and rode it at a medium pace. I could see my dick was pumped by her pussy. I grabbed her boobs and crushed them and pinched her nipples. It increased her mood, and she went on with full force.

Now she turned the other side, showing her back towards me. The beauty is, my dick was still inside her when she turned the other side. Again, she started riding the dick, and this time, I grabbed and pulled her hair backwards. She supported her hands in the back and moved her hips the way she needed.

My dick was recovering from the spray and could sense the heat of her inner walls. She was riding for about 5 minutes, and I could see she was getting tired. So I stopped her and made her lie in bed. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and started fucking her in missionary position.

My dick was reaching the edge of her hole, and she was in immense pleasure. She clutched the bed cover in a mood and was moaning louder. I increased my pace as I couldn’t feel much of the sensation. So, I was ramming her hole with full force.

She was moaning louder, and her sound echoed in the big room. I know that her moaning will be heard by adjacent rooms. But without any second thought, I fucked her hard. I took out my dick and made her kneel and show her pussy for doggy style. She was ready, and I inserted from behind.

I held her hips for support and rammed her hole. She was oozing a lot, and I could feel my dick. Hoped that the spray effect would wear off. So I could feel the heat and pleasure. She was enjoying each stroke, and I didn’t leave a gap in my fuck. I fucked her in doggy style for about 5 minutes.

I slowed down to catch my breath and took out my dick. She turned and started sucking my dick like a cat waiting to catch the fish. She sucked deep, and I felt my balls vibrate. I said I will cum if she sucks more.

She stopped and wanted me to load her with my cum. I was afraid that she might get pregnant. She said she already took precautions and had tablets for it. I was happy, and she is not the type who will have bad intentions. With this again, I started insertion deep.

I fucked her hard for about 7 minutes and was about to explode. She too felt my balls bulge and asked to fill her hole. I stroked another 5 thrusts and exploded inside her. A big load was released inside her, and she too felt the hot semen flowing inside her.

She was missing this sensation of cum flowing inside her, and I hoped I satisfied her. Again, I stroked her and exploded the 2nd round and kept filling her. After the 3rd round, I collapsed on her.

She never experienced such a hard fuck in her life, and she was extremely impressed with my performance. My cum was oozing out of her pussy and flowing on the bed. We were both resting, and she loved the way we had sex. My dick slowly returned to its normal size.

We both were tired and fell asleep after 2 hours of hard fuck. She already said we need to have 2nd session in the morning.

I didn’t mention her name from the start. The Beauty’s name is Rakshana.

The morning session was another different attempt, and I will explain in my next story. Hope readers liked my story and had an instant hard-on.

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