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Sometimes I believe that, nowadays, the matches are made online, contrary to the very popular belief that “Matches are made in heaven.” Although these online matches are temporary, yes, you meet, you gel, and it stays with you as a sweet memory.

Something similar happened to me when I recently discovered this Reddit thing. I wanted to try something new and extravagant, but I wasn’t sure what that would be. I don’t use these online apps very frequently, so I’m kind of new to this culture.

I like going to the Spa once or twice a month for a full body massage. I have my preferences for hygiene and quality, and hence, I’m a member of a reputed chain of spas. Many times when I visit, I see couples opting for massages together.

It was my kink or fantasy to have a full-body massage with a total stranger beside me. I don’t know if this seems correct or not, but yes, I wanted to do this. In order to do this, I used my opportunity on Reddit and posted in multiple groups (subs) asking females to join me for a full body massage.

The process of the Spa is simple: you go, undress yourself, wear the disposable underwear, lie down, and get the massage of your choice. Once the massage is finished, go and take a hot shower. But here you are doing all this in front of a stranger. It sounded like fun, but doing this will take effort and daring.

I posted on multiple pages, asking for the females to accompany me to the couples massage at the reputed Spa in Hyderabad. As usual, the replies were very meek and weak. Suddenly, one day I received a message over Reddit chat asking for the details of the massage.

The fact is, I didn’t know what or how to plan, but whatever the process was, I clearly spelt it out. After chatting for a few hours, we planned to meet on a weekday in the coming week, and things were set. Suddenly, I had to travel for work-related issues on the dates we had planned to meet.

I asked her if there was a possibility of postponing the meeting. Within minutes, she confirmed her availability. We started chatting late at night on Thursday for the first time, and we are here planning to meet on Saturday evening. It’s not any other simple coffee meeting or some professional meeting.

Here we are talking about being naked in front of each other in a spa, and also taking a bath together. In this kind of setup, anything (sexually) could have happened, as we both would be naked, but we need to control and not overpower each other, and also need to make each other comfortable.

All this was happening over the Reddit chat, where even the real names are unknown. The most important thing is, you don’t know whether it’s a real person, a male or a female, or an underage. All these are risks of online chatting.

However, I planned to go ahead and made a booking at the Spa for the couples massage, and informed her. We planned to meet in a coffee shop near the Spa, so that we wouldn’t make a scene at the Spa, as it was a couples massage, and not a strangers’ massage together.

As I was already a member at the Spa chain, I did not want to take a risk or create surprises. At this point, the girl was careful and asked about me. She didn’t want to end up meeting someone known, and I too liked the same.

After confirming with each other’s so-called “real” names, we confirmed we didn’t know each other. Now, we were about to meet at a coffee shop, and the main question was how to recognise each other. She said she will let me know which kind and colour of dress she will be wearing after she leaves her house.

The Spa and the coffee shop were almost an hour’s distance from both of our places. I started from my house with nervousness, fear, anxiety, excitement, and whatnot. This was the first time I was meeting someone like this, and not only meeting, but I was taking the risk of meeting a stranger in this kind of setup.

The rules were set and clear before starting from our respective houses. We would meet at the coffee shop and go to the Spa together. It was not as simple as it looks; it would take a lot of guts, daring, and confidence to do the same, with a stranger and at a third-party-controlled setup.

Everything was pre planned to make ourselves comfortable, We planned that, after going inside the massage space, we would undress ourselves and get totally naked, in front of each other, and wear the disposable underwear, and get the massage done, where both the masseuse would be females, as there were no male masseuse allowed, I suppose, as I have not seen one and once the massage is completed, we both would go and take the hot shower naked together.

Although things were planned, one feels something in the stomach for the first time. I said to myself that it’s the first time for everything, and went ahead, although I had a little bit of fear, but I gathered myself to go and feel the new thing.

I reached the coffee shop as suggested, and got a message from her. She informed me that she was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink floral design, and I said what I was wearing, as it was a blind date. I have never been to one, and now, in the middle of everything, I’m here, waiting for her. I still had my fears, anxiety, nervousness, and butterflies in the stomach; however, I decided to go ahead, as no point backing out after reaching the coffee shop and making the booking at the Spa.

I was eagerly waiting at the coffee shop, not much crowd, 5-6 people here and there, busy in their own world. I saw a couple cuddling, and a waiter came up to me for my order. As I was still waiting, I told him 5 minutes. I was pinging on Reddit chat for her whereabouts, and I don’t know whether she is actually coming or not, or if she has already been at the coffee shop and observing me silently from a corner. The most important question was whether she is really a SHE or HE or some scammer.

I was sitting at the table beside the entrance of the café, which is parallel to the entrance, and my head was turned 90 degrees at the entrance. Whenever someone passes, I was expecting it to be her. After waiting for a couple of minutes, I pinged her so that I could order for something.

She messaged that she would have a cappuccino, and I also ordered the same for myself. I received a ping and it said, I’m here, and my heart beat skipped, expecting the unexpected, and there I saw a petite, cute girl, in mid/mid-to-late 20s, entering the café.

I didn’t expect that the person with whom I was chatting was actually beautiful. Down the mind, I was expecting a girl, but not as cute and beautiful as her, but yes, there she was, a beautiful one, with all things in correct amounts. As she reached my table, I got up to greet her and shook hands with her.

I looked up closely, and she was literally a beautiful, cute, and petite girl. We shook hands and took the chairs, as I was already nervous. Added to that, a bigger shock to me was that she was actually beautiful, and by looking at her, I could say that even she was nervous.

As this was the first time for both of us (she said it was her first time as well), we casually chatted, had our coffee, and I was internally and literally thanking my luck, thinking I would be getting a chance to see this babe-looking girl naked and also to have a bath with her.

I never thought my kink would make me end up with this good-looking girl. As we started talking, I realised she is not only respectful but also a fun-loving, daring girl. She had to be daring enough, or else, how can somebody get naked in front of a stranger at a third-party setup, unless you are daring / bold.

We had a chat and left for the Spa in my car. During the travel, she asked me if she could wear a mask for privacy issues, as I had no objections, she put on a mask, and we entered the Spa. I checked in with the receptionist, completed the formalities, and went ahead to the dedicated room.

One of the masseuses took us to the room, asked us to undress and get changed, and left us. It was a good room; there were 2 massage tables, wardrobes, and an attached bathroom. As it was time to start undressing, the heart again started wobbling, as to who would do it first and how. To start with, I started unbuttoning my shirt, and she unbuttoned her jeans. Although I was doing my stuff, we were facing each other, and I was literally watching her, as I don’t know when in the world I will get a chance to see such a beauty naked.

She undressed her jeans, and she was in panties. She was very fit, and I could see her flat tummy and pubes. She took the disposable underwear and put it over her panties. Seeing this, I asked her to remove her panties and wear the disposable underwear. She shyly removed the disposable underwear, and then removed her panties, and my eyes were struck by her pussy. Her flat stomach, her pussy was not clean shaven, but it was perfect, like every guy’s dream, the perfect pussy, where you can see the opening, the gap between the pussy lips.

Although it was for a few seconds, it felt like heaven to me. As she removed her panties, she was seeing me, and my eyes were fixed on her. As she was about to wear the disposable underwear, her eyes asked me a kind of confirmation, whether I saw it properly, and whether I was satisfied. Her facial expression at that point made my day. She wore the disposable panties, and I went ahead, removed my pants, underwear, and at that point in time, I felt she wanted to see my dick. Although I have a long and healthy dick, it was not erect because of the nervousness. Her eyes caught a glimpse before I wore the disposable underwear.

Over the underwear, she wore the towel, and then she went on to remove her T-shirt, and there she was in her bra, her tits were not big, but weren’t too small as well, maybe some 32 B, I really don’t know, but they were cute. Her hands went towards her back, and there she removed her bra. Her tits were perfect, two little cute tits, her nipples were erect, and her areola was bigger compared to her tiny boobs. Her areola was bigger, darker, and quite noticeable.

We were trying to get comfortable, we were topless, we had tiny, flimsy disposable underwear on our bodies, and we didn’t know what to talk about. We were shy, nervous, and many things were going on in our minds. We settled on our designated beds, as there were 2 separate beds. We were sitting on the beds, and there was a knock on the door. It was the masseuses, and we asked them to enter, and both of them entered, dimmed the lights, and asked us to lie on our stomachs.

Our massage started, and during the massage, I was trying to peek at her body, as it was the first time I was seeing a beautiful girl beside me, lying almost nude. I could see her curves in the dim light; she was covered with a cloth, but while massaging, it was removed.

So out of curiosity, I was trying to look at all the places, and as much as possible, as even I was getting massaged.

The massage was soothing and relaxing, but my mind was in a different mood, and why not, a beautiful girl, whom you met just an hour before, was lying nude in front of you, and getting a massage with you, the satisfaction of it was at a totally different level.

Massage was completed, and the masseuse turned on the hot shower for us and left. We got down from our respective beds. I was turned on, as I am getting this opportunity to get into a shower with this beauty, and we both would be totally nude. We turned towards the shower room and went inside.

It was the first time I was seeing this beauty in full light, as the light in the massage room was dim.

I removed my disposable underwear, and my half-erected dick was in her full glory, and I was waiting for her to remove her underwear, so that I could see her in her full nudity, as before, I saw her only in parts, like bottom first, and then top next.

There she goes, and removes her underwear, and from within it was a feeling like looking just like a wow, and in these types of scenarios, the toughest things to hide will be the excitement, the reaction on your face, as you don’t want to look perverted.

There was a clear arrangement of no sexual favours. So whatever you do, being a male, you know that your dick has a mind of its own, so that it will react, and the same thing happened with me.

However, I went ahead in the shower and asked her to join. She came in, and we were in this shower with glass doors, and hot water was running, and it was a fun feeling, it was not romantic, but yes, it was exciting. We got ourselves drenched and took the shower gel to scrub ourselves.

While doing that, I asked her if I could scrub her back, and there she said yes with a little smile.

She showed her back, but I wanted my hands all over her ass, but to begin with, I started with her back, then slowly moved to her ass, I was cupping her ass, and I was totally enjoying it, I slowly moved forward, and scrubbed her stomach, and went to her boobs and that is the best feeling you get it.

It’s like you are hugging her, practically, your whole front is attached to her whole back, and your dick is touching her ass, and your both hands are on her boobs, and you are pressing them in disguise of scrubbing, it is one of the awesomest feelings one can ever get.

I did that a couple of times, and my hands went to her pussy, and wow, I was literally doing it.

The point when I touched her pussy, her hands came back, scrubbing me, and she touched my dick, and as soon as she touched me, my dick got fully erect. She was holding my dick, which was kissing her ass, and she was shagging it, and at this point, I forcefully turned her and hugged her.

It was exciting, and at this point, my dick was touching her below the stomach, and that feeling was out of the world.

During this whole time, she hugged me as well, and we repeated this a couple of times, and there was nothing sexual, no kissing, no sucking, but enjoyment at a different level.

We got out of the shower, we dried ourselves, and I did not even miss one second of my time. I was looking at her the whole time, as I did not want to miss any opportunity. She put on the towel and went back to the massage room where her clothes were lying.

I, too, went back behind her. She started dressing, and I was following her with my eyes. Once she was done, I was almost done too.

We just shared smiles, and I went to hug her, and she welcomed me with her open arms, and we hugged for a minute, as I didn’t want to lose the remaining time. Hugs give me comfort, warmth, and sometimes it’s better than having sex.

We parted, and also parted our ways, but that was one of the most memorable things that has ever happened to me.

Arre yaar, yeh story hai ek aise ladke ki, jo apni cousin sister pe crush rakhta hai. Naam rakhte hain uska Rahul. Rahul ab almost 30 ka ho gaya tha, ek typical Indian middle-class family se; Delhi mein job karta tha IT mein. Uski cousin sister, Priya, uski ma ki bhai ki beti thi – matlab mama ki ladki.

Priya bhi around 25 ki thi, fair skin, slim figure, aur uske boobs aur bouncy ass aise the ki koi bhi dekhe toh dil machal jaaye. Woh Mumbai mein rehti thi, ek fashion designer banne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Dono cousins bachpan se frank the, kyunki family mein close bonding thi. Har festival pe milte, Diwali, Holi, shaadiyon mein.

Ab toh WhatsApp pe roz baat hoti, casual pics aur videos share karte – jaise Priya apne new outfits ki pics bhejti, ya Rahul gym se workout videos.

“Bhaiya, yeh dress kaisa lag raha?” bolke Priya bhejti, aur Rahul reply karta, “Wah di, killer look!”

Par andar se Rahul ka dil dhadak jata tha. Usko lagta tha Priya bhi uspe crush rakhti hai, par Indian society ki boundaries ki wajah se kabhi bol nahi paati. Family mein incest jaise topics toh bilkul taboo hain na? Logon ko sharam aati hai sochne mein bhi.

Rahul ki life mein twist aaya jab uski shaadi ho gayi. Uski wife Sneha, 25 ki thi, fair aur slim. Uske boobs bade aur perfect shape ke, aur ass bhi bouncy – bilkul Priya jaisi, par thodi zyada outgoing. Sneha ek teacher thi school mein, aur shaadi ke baad woh Rahul ke family mein ghul mil gayi.

Priya se bhi uski acchi ban gayi, kyunki dono same age group ki thi. Priya Mumbai se aati toh Sneha uske saath shopping jaati, aur WhatsApp pe bhi baatein hoti.

“Bhabhi, aap itni hot ho… bhaiya lucky hain!” Priya mazak mein bolti, aur Sneha hans ke reply karti, “Tu bhi kam nahi, Priya. Tere jaise figure pe toh sab marte hain.”

Ek din, shaadi ke ek saal baad, Rahul aur Sneha bedroom mein the. Late night baat kar rahe the, intimate moment tha. Sneha suddenly boli, “Rahul, ek baat bataun? Mujhe Priya bahut pasand hai… like, really pasand. I mean, she’s so beautiful aur fun. Kabhi socha hai ki hum teeno saath… you know, threesome?”

Rahul shock ho gaya, par excited bhi. Uska dil zor se dhadka. Woh socha, yeh mauka hai apna secret share karne ka.

“Sneha, sach bataun? Main bachpan se Priya pe crush rakhta hoon. Usko pics bhejti hai toh main control nahi kar paata. Par society ki wajah se kabhi kuch kiya nahi. If we can have threesome with her, I’d be the happiest man. But kaise? Woh mana kar degi… family mein scandal ho jaayega.”

Sneha excited ho gayi, “Arre, plan banate hain. Pehle tu usko seduce kar… alone time le. Phir main ‘catch’ karungi, par join karungi. She likes you too… I can sense it from how she talks about you.”

Par yeh easy nahi tha. Indian families mein privacy milna mushkil hai. Har time relatives around, moral policing. Rahul socha, next family gathering pe try karega.

Pehla chance mila Diwali pe. Poora family Delhi mein gather hua; mama-mami bhi aaye Priya ke saath. Ghar chhota tha, sab log saath rehte. Rahul aur Priya terrace pe baat kar rahe the, fireworks dekh rahe. Priya ne ek tight kurti pehni thi, uske boobs outline dikh rahe the.

“Bhaiya, aapki life ab set hai na, bhabhi ke saath?” Priya puchi.

Rahul dil ki baat chhupa ke bola, “Haan di… par tu bhi settle ho ja. Koi boyfriend?”

Priya sharma gayi, “Nahi bhaiya… Indian families mein itna easy nahi. Log judge karte hain.”

Rahul ka haath uske haath pe rakh diya, “Tu meri favorite hai, Priya. Kabhi kuch feel kiya mere liye?”

Priya shocked, par hans di, “Bhaiya, yeh galat hai na? Society…”

Par uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Woh chali gayi, par Rahul ko lag raha tha seed plant ho gaya.

Diwali ke baad, Rahul ne Priya ko zyada pics bhejne laga – gym se shirtless wali.

Priya bhi respond karti, “Bhaiya, aap itne fit ho gaye!”

Ek din, video call pe, Priya ne apni new bikini ki pic bheji (woh beach vacation pe thi), galti se shayad.

“Sorry bhaiya, wrong send!” boli.

Par Rahul bola, “Arre no problem… tu stunning lag rahi hai.”

Uski heartbeat fast thi. Sneha ko bataaya, aur woh boli, “Ab next step… alone milo.”

Mushkil tha, kyunki Priya Mumbai mein. Rahul ne office trip ka bahana banaya aur Mumbai gaya. Priya ko bola, “Di, milte hain coffee pe?”

Woh maan gayi aur excited bhi thi. Cafe mein baatein huyi, personal huyi.

“Bhaiya, aap mujhe itna pasand karte ho kyun?” Priya ne poocha.

Rahul risky move liya, “Kyunki tu meri dream girl hai, Priya. Crush hai tujhpe.”

Priya red ho gayi, “Bhaiya, yeh incest hai. Family ko pata chala toh barbaad.”

Par woh nahi gayi, baithi rahi. Rahul ne haath pakda, “Just once, try karte hain. No one will know.”

Priya hesitate karti rahi, par attraction tha. Finally, woh boli, “Okay, par secret rahega.”

Rahul ne hotel book kiya tha. Priya aayi, nervous thi. Dono bed pe baithe, baatein huyi. Rahul ne kiss kiya – pehla kiss. Priya resist ki thodi, “Bhaiya, galat hai…” par phir respond ki.

Uska kurta utara, uske fair boobs bra mein tight the. Rahul ne suck kiye, Priya moan ki, “Ahh bhaiya…” Phir usne Priya ko nanga kiya, uski slim body, bouncy ass ko massage kiya. Priya ka first time nahi tha shayad, par nervous thi.

Rahul ne condom lagaya (safe sex, Indian mindset mein important), aur missionary position mein enter kiya.

“Oh Priya, kitni tight hai tu,” Rahul bola.

Priya chillayi, “Bhaiya, dheere… ahh yes.”

Dono hardcore gaye, doggy style mein Priya ke bouncy ass pe ‘thap thap’ ki awaaz.

Priya cum ki, “Bhaiya, I love you!”

Rahul bhi finish hua. Par guilt aaya dono ko, “Yeh galat tha,” Priya boli, royi thodi.

Rahul ne samjhaya, “It’s our secret.”

Ab plan ka next part. Sneha ko bataaya, aur woh boli, “Ab main aati hoon Mumbai… surprise visit.”

Ek hafte baad, Sneha Mumbai aayi, Priya ke ghar. Par Priya ke parents the, toh plan delay. Finally, ek weekend pe Priya ko bola Rahul ne phone pe, “Di, hotel aa ja… miss kar raha hoon.”

Priya aayi, guilty par excited. Dono phir sex karne lage. Rahul ne Priya ko bed pe litaaya, uske boobs suck kiye, phir 69 position mein. Priya uska cock suck kar rahi thi, “Bhaiya, yeh addictive hai.” Rahul uski pussy lick kar raha tha.

Tabhi door knock hua – Sneha thi, plan ke mutabik. Woh andar aayi, “What the hell? Rahul, Priya?”

Priya dar gayi, “Bhabhi, sorry… please mat bataana.”

Par Sneha smile ki, “Arre, main angry nahi. Actually, I like it. Mujhe bhi Priya pasand hai. Join karun?”

Priya shocked, “Kya?”

Sneha ne apne kapde utare, uske big boobs bounce hue, “Haan, threesome. Let’s make it fun.”

Ab teeno bed pe. Pehle Rahul ne dono ko kiss kiya. Sneha ne Priya ke boobs suck kiye, “Kitne soft hain tere, Priya.”

Priya hesitate, par moan ki. Phir hardcore shuru. Rahul missionary mein Sneha ko fuck kar raha tha. Priya uske side mein uski pussy rub kar rahi thi. Phir switch: Rahul doggy mein Priya ko pela, uske bouncy ass pe slap karte hue, “Ahh di… kitni hot hai tu.”

Sneha ne Priya ke muh mein apni pussy daali, facesitting.

“Lick me, Priya,” boli. Priya ne kiya, first time girl-on-girl.

Phir positions change: Cowgirl mein Priya Rahul ke upar baithi, bounce kar rahi thi, uske boobs up-down. Sneha Rahul ke muh pe baithi, usko lick karwa rahi.

“Oh yes, husband!” Sneha chillayi.

Hardcore gaye, reverse cowgirl mein Sneha Rahul pe. Priya uske balls lick kar rahi. Rahul ne dono ko side by side litaaya, spooning mein ek ko pela, phir doosri ko. Anal try kiya thoda, par Priya mana ki, “Nahi bhaiya, dard hoga.” Toh vaginal hi.

Last mein, Rahul standing position mein Priya ko wall pe tika ke fuck kiya. Sneha uske peeche se uske ass massage kar rahi. Dono girls cum ki multiple times. Moans se room goonj raha tha, “Ahh bhaiya… bhabhi… yes harder!”

Finish hone ke baad, teeno hug kiye. Priya boli, “Yeh galat hai, par mazaa aaya. Par society ko pata nahi chalna chahiye.”

Sneha ne bola, “Secret rahega… hum teeno enjoy karenge.”

Hi everyone, hope you all are doing well. I am back with another sexual encounter of my sexy Mom, Sujatha. My Mom, Sujatha, is 45 years old and has a sexy slutty figure of 34D-32-36. She is a sex bomb who can raise the dick of men with her sexy walk.

Mom went in first and waited for Janardan to enter. Once he entered, she locked the bedroom door, leaving me and Vikas in shock. I asked Vikas to follow me and went around the house. We went to the bedroom window and I slowly pushed it open.

We could see Janardan sitting on the bed while mom was moving around, arranging the clothes, while Janardan was rubbing his dick, watching mom.

Mom began to speak, standing in front of him, “You know my husband hasn’t touched me for 3 months. When these kids touched me, I was unable to control myself.”

She started to weep, saying those words. Janardan, who was sitting, got up and went near Mom. He placed his hands on her shoulder and began to console her.

“I know how it feels, even though my wife is in the village while I go every weekend to visit her. I know how lonely it would be without getting the pleasure that we need,” he said.

They were looking at each other while Janardan’s hands went over Mom’s boobs, touching her hard nipples. Mom, biting her lips, said, “Then maybe we could help each other.” Janardan squeezed her boobs, listening to Mom’s words. He turned towards her and grabbed her. He started to kiss her so wildly.

I have never seen a moms kissing someone back, holding him so close to her. Janardan’s hands were all over Mom. He was pressing her boobs, slapping her ass, lifting them. He was literally eating Mom’s lips. He immediately pushed her onto the bed and, catching her leg, pulled her to the edge.

Mom was unable to know what was happening as his moments were all of a sudden. He sat at the edge when Janardan slapped her face. Tears came to Mom’s eyes.

Janardan held Mom’s chin and said, “I am going to give you pleasure that neither your husband nor those kids can give you. I am always faithful to my master, and if some sluts like you want to spoil my master’s kid. You should go through me.”

He said those words and slapped my mom again. This time, her lip tore, and blood oozed from it. Janardan caught her lower lip and licked the blood while he unzipped his pants. He pulled out his huge dick, which was all hairy. My mom loves hairy and dirty dicks.

Watching a dirty dick brought light to her eyes. She licked her lips, and Janardan pushed his dick into Mom’s mouth. Mom started to suck his dick like an obedient bitch. She even pulled out his hairy balls and massaged them, taking his dick deep throat.

Janardan loved Mom’s way of dealing with his dick and fucked her harder.

The gagging sounds were making our dicks explode. Janardan pulled out his dick and pushed Mom back on the bed. He caught her nightie at her legs and pulled it. Mom made sure that the upper part of the nightie came over her shoulders. Because she knew he would tear it if not.

My mom was lying on the bed naked while a stranger was getting nude. Janardan got nude, and he pulled my mom again, holding her legs. He made her sit at the edge of the bed, and he hit Mom’s pussy with his leg. It was like kicking a ball. Mom was shivering as his leg slapped hard against her pussy.

I knew she would be leaking for such rough treatment. Janardan pushed his thumb finger into Mom’s pussy and took it out. He moved it to her mouth, and Mom started to suck it. Janardan saw my mom and dad’s pic on the table. He went and got the pic and asked mom, “Is this your husband?”

My mom nodded her head yes. He then pushed his dick back into Mom’s mouth and showed the picture to Mom. He said, “Hey, you pathetic bastard, how can you keep such a hungry slut starve without a good fuck.” Mom kept smiling and sucked his dick with passion.

Janardan pushed Mom on the bed and spread her legs wide. He placed the picture beside Mom’s pussy. He went closer to Mom’s pussy and looked at the picture. He said, “Look at her pussy, how sexy and hot it is, just like dark chocolate. You couldn’t eat it every day and learn how to eat it, bastard.”

Janardan said those words and started to lick Mom’s pussy. Mom arched her back in pleasure, listening to what Janardan was saying to Dad in the picture. Janardan ate Mom’s pussy till her body was shivering. Janardan got up with his lips full of Mom’s juices.

He leaned over Mom, and soon their lips locked. They smooched, and Janardan asked Mom, “Did you like listening to what I said?” My mom didn’t answer, but smiled. Janardan said, “I will make you scream my name while your husband watches us.”

He parted Mom’s legs, and with his hand, he placed his dick at the entrance of Mom’s pussy. He pushed his dick into Mom’s pussy with one single hard stroke. Mom screamed and held him tight with her legs wrapped around him.

Janardan waited for some time and then started to fuck mom with hard strokes. He brought the picture in front of Mom’s face and placed it beside her face.

He turned Mom’s face to look at the picture. He then sucked her boobs and said, “Look how your wife’s boobs are moving as I fuck her pussy hard. Fucker, you didn’t drill her pussy well. I could feel it squeezing my dick hard. I feel like I am fucking a virgin, you useless bastard, haha.”

Janardan smiled, looking at Mom, who smiled back in response. “What do you say, Sujji?” Janardan asked Mom.

Mom kissed him back and said, “Your dick is touching the spots that my husband never did. I love to get crushed by your muscular body and be your slut while my waste husband watches a real man taking on his wife. Fuck me harder, I am about to cum.”

Janardan started to fuck mom like a machine with her legs on his shoulders. Mom kept on screaming till she came all over his dick. Janardan turned to Mom immediately and entered her from behind. He held her hands and pulled her back.

Her upper body raised from the bed, and he started to fuck her faster as he was about to cum too. Mom’s boobs were swinging at full speed. My mom kept screaming and looking at Dad in the photo.

“Look at your wife, how she became a slut for bigger and stronger dick bulls. Look at my boobs swinging. Did you ever make them swing like this while fucking me? You couldn’t even hold for a few minutes if I rode you faster.”

Those words made Janardan much hornier, and he joined Mom. “You’re useless, tiny dick, sluts like your wife need bigger dicks to fill her holes with warm juices. You never get to fuck your wife like I do. Come home and lick her holes that are filled with my cum. At least that will boost your dick to bang her a minute or two longer than you usually do.”

He left Mom’s hands and pulled her into the doggy. He fucked mom, holding her waist, and grunted loudly while he filled her pussy with his cum. He fell on Mom and stayed for a few minutes. Janardan then got up and got dressed. Vivek and I ran as we had already been watching them fucking.

We sat on the couch when he came out and asked Vivek to follow him. Vivek made a sad face but went along. Once they left, I locked the door and went into my parents’ bedroom. My mom was still lying on her stomach, and Janardan’s cum was flowing down her pussy. I was hard again watching it.

I went over the bed, and Mom saw it was me. She asked me, “Son, would you mind cleaning up mom?” It turned me on more, and I parted my mom’s legs and licked my mom’s ass hole. I made my way from her ass hole to her pussy. I began to clean Mom’s pussy, and Mom started to moan.

“Aah, you bastard,” and she placed her hand over my head. She kept pushing me into her pussy till I licked it all clean. Mom’s pussy started to leak, and Mom got horny. She pushed me down the bed and got on me. She took my dick in her pussy and started to ride me, locking my lips with mine.

We kissed and tasted Janardan’s cum together, continuing fucking till we came together.

Hope you loved the story. You can write to me your feedback at [email protected]. Bye.

Thank you for coming back. If you haven’t read the previous chapters, please do. Continuing straightaway.

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)

*****

Milte hai agle part mein.

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