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The next day was the weekend, so I woke up late. I got my shower and came downstairs to have breakfast with my Mom and Linda. I joined them at the breakfast table. They were both busy talking and drinking tea.

As soon as I appeared, I saw a spark in Linda’s face. She looked at me from head to toe and smiled at me. I said hello to both of them, grabbed a chair opposite Linda, close to my Mom, and started my breakfast. From time to time, Linda’s eyes were rolling at me with a smile while chatting with Mom.

While eating, my fork suddenly fell on the floor under the table. I immediately bent down under the table to pick up my fork and was stunned by what I saw! Linda’s feet were between my Mom’s thighs, on her private parts. She was massaging with her feet.

Though my Mom wore a nightie, Linda’s feet were inside it! I could not believe what I saw! I wonder how Mom was tolerating her. She didn’t even give any sign by her gesture, as if everything was normal.

I did not want to say anything and ignored what I saw. Linda asked a few questions about my studies. I answered her soberly while eating my breakfast. However, I was still occupied with what I had just seen under the table.

My mind caught up with curiosity, and I wanted to stay there longer, even though I was done with my breakfast. But very soon, I realised that I was invading their privacy. So, I stood up and left them alone. I went upstairs straight to my room.

My mind was constantly thinking about Linda’s weird move! I was not expecting that. I was very surprised by my Mom’s tolerance! What happened to her? I asked myself.

I tried to catch up with my schoolwork. But due to my disturbed mind, I was not able to focus. So, I decided to walk on the beach, as our house was right in front of the beach. I informed my Mom and left for a walk.

I spent almost an hour at the beach and took a pleasant stroll. I came home and went upstairs to my bedroom. From my bedroom window, I saw that my Mom and Linda were in the swimming pool. We had a large, sprawling swimming pool. They swam a few laps, took a break, and then continued.

Since I still had that curiosity in my mind, I was watching them from time to time. After some time, I saw they were both out of the pool. They had settled on the pool-resting chairs and were enjoying champagne.

Then, after about fifteen minutes, when I looked out, I saw my Mom lying on a beach towel by the pool. She was lying face down. Linda was sitting on her back massaging my Mom’s beautiful body with some oil. My Mom was only wearing her swimming costume, which was all wet, and so was Linda.

This was my first time looking at Linda in her swimming costume. No doubt, she has a stunning and very sexy body, like a young girl. I wonder how my Mom and Linda could have maintained such sexy figures in that age group in their 40s! Just amazing!

I saw Linda was untying my Mom’s bra hooks and letting the bra straps open. Though my Mom’s boobs were pressed against the floor, she still had her bra on, but was freed from her back. I could assume that Linda had opened my Mom’s bra straps because she would give an oil massage on her back.

This scene caught my interest. I glued my eyes on them through my window. A strange curiosity mixed with excitement was going through my mind, and I could not take my eyes off it.

The way Linda smeared oil on my Mom’s back, and the way she was rubbing her shapely thighs and legs was exciting for me. My gosh, I realised my Mom has a lovely, sexy body with fair, spotless skin. The oil on her bare legs was shining very well, and they looked very sexy.

I had seen my Mom naked in the shower several times so far. But I had never seen her having a massage by another woman. This was my first time looking at Linda in her swimming costume. No doubt, she has a stunning and very sexy body from top to toe, like a young girl.

I wonder how my mother and Linda have maintained such sexy figures in their 40s! Just amazing! I noticed that while sitting on my Mom’s back and giving her a massage, Linda occasionally looked at my bedroom window. Every time, I hid myself.

What I saw in the next few minutes just blew my mind. Linda tossed her bra, and her perky boobs popped out. She smeared lots of oil on her boobs and lay on the back of my Mom! Her oily boobs were rubbing against the back of my Mom!

I almost forgot to take a breath! Linda was riding on my Mom’s back. She was sliding down her body by rubbing her private part against my Mom’s oily butt. But they both had their underwear still on. Linda’s feet were rubbing against my Mom’s soles.

Her crotch was rubbing against my Mom’s oily butt. Her oily boobs and perky nipples were being rubbed against my Mom’s bare back. I just forgot to blink my eyes! While watching that exciting and unexpected scene, I did not realise I was exposed from my bedroom window and could easily be seen.

But before I realised and hid myself, Linda turned her head towards me and caught my eye. Linda was giving me a very flirty smile. She winked at me a few times, and then confidently continued riding my Mom. I was initially embarrassed to be caught while spying on her.

But I gathered my confidence and responded to her with a smile. My shy nature was not letting me watch them, especially after being spotted by Linda. So I moved from the window. In fact, I feared that my Mom would spot me as a Peeping Tom.

But the curiosity to watch them for their next move was making me restless. This is something I’ve never seen before. My Mom is in such an intimate way with another lady. It was just too disturbing for me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and my mind was refusing to accept all this.

I lay down on my bed, waited for a few minutes, and gathered myself. But the curiosity was getting intense, and it was making me more courageous. So, I got up to peek again from my bedroom window and to enjoy the act of voyeurism.

Oh my gosh! And this time, the scene was totally changed. My mouth was wide open with excitement, and my heart was pumping fast with shock. I saw my Mom lying on her back now. Linda was right on top of her and grinding my Mom under her! To my surprise, they were both completely naked.

Linda was grinding my Mom. I could see her butt shining with oil were grinding my Mom’s crotch vigorously. Since they were totally naked, Linda’s pussy was rubbing against my Mom’s bare pussy. Her bare boobs were brushing against my Mom’s.

While grinding my Mom, Linda was holding her really tight. My Mom was totally pinned under her. They were both kissing passionately as Linda was sucking my Mom’s delicate lips.

A quick idea struck my mind. I pulled out my binoculars from my drawer to have a better view. The idea was spectacular. Now I could see that erotic scene in 3D by adjusting the lenses of my binoculars. I could also hear the moaning sounds of my Mom as Linda was grinding her vigorously.

My curiosity had reached its peak. At one time, I wanted to go down and watch them closely, but I was terrified of my Mom. I did not want to invade her privacy. My Mom was a very strict person and would never compromise on her privacy. So I had no choice but to control myself and rely on my binoculars.

This live action of lesbianism was something very new to me. I was totally naïve about lesbianism. I didn’t know how a woman can also fuck another woman in such an erotic manner. I was just stunned, and it was a kind of discovery about my Mom.

By looking at that erotic scene through my binoculars, I was getting terribly wet in my panties. My hand was uncontrollably touching myself. Unknowingly, I started enjoying that sensation. I was touching myself harder and harder.

Indeed, every bit of that live action was making me excited and turned on. I did not realise that my juices were flowing down my thighs. That erotic scene took its toll and got more and more intense. As Linda was grinding my Mom so vigorously, I wonder how many orgasms they might have gotten so far.

But I lost count of how many times I reached my orgasms. My Mom was holding Linda by wrapping her hands around her back. Her passionate kissing and their oily and glistening bodies were fused. It was giving me the impression that very intense orgasms were taking place.

My hand was continuously and uncontrollably playing with my crotch through my panties. My panties were badly soaked with my juices.  That erotic scene took a new turn when they both rolled over on the towel. They were still fusing. This time, my Mom got on top of Linda and started grinding her with full force.

I could imagine my Mom exerting her pressure and rubbing her pussy against Linda’s pussy lips. The movement of my Mom’s naked oily butt pushing into Linda was just amazing! My gosh, I was just thrilled by this live action and by discovering my Mom’s hidden passion for women.

I could never have imagined my Mom in this erotic mode. She has always been so private and so strict and disciplined with me. My mind was not expecting all this, and I was very confused. Indeed, my hand was getting tired from constantly rubbing myself and getting myself off again and again.

And my other hand also started hurting from focusing through my binoculars. But they were still jammed. I was surprised by their incredible stamina! After about twenty good minutes, suddenly I heard some loud moans from them. I saw my Mom stop grinding Linda.

However, my Mom kept lying on top of Linda for a few minutes to kill her exhaustion, and then she got off her. Perhaps they both were exhausted. They were both lying next to each other, motionless and gasping for breath.

Before my Mom would get up and spot me, I took a safe path and moved away from my bedroom window. I was so naïve and had no idea about lesbianism and woman-to-woman things. I suddenly got very excited! No doubt, I was badly turned on by both.

I was wondering, I wish I were not the daughter of my Mom. Otherwise I would have fucked her so hard! On the same evening, I was coming downstairs. I saw my Mom and Linda sitting on the couch, looking very comfortable, sipping wine while watching TV. Their legs were in each other’s laps.

As soon as my Mom realised I was coming down the stairs, she pulled her legs from Linda’s lap. She had Linda adjust her position as well. At no point did my Mom ever want to compromise on her privacy. For her, I was an innocent baby who knew nothing. And yes, I was naïve at the time.

I joined them again for dinner. I chatted with them in the TV lounge and returned to my bedroom upstairs. Around midnight, I craved hot chocolate, so I got up and went downstairs. I thought my Mom and Linda might have fallen asleep, and I would be the only one downstairs.

When I reached halfway down the stairs while stepping down, I heard some weird noises from the kitchen. The lights in the TV lounge were very dim, but the kitchen light was on. I was careful, so I strolled towards the kitchen to peek in.

My Mom and Linda were kissing each other passionately while standing by the refrigerator. They were both standing, facing the kitchen entrance. Linda was standing right behind my Mom. Her hands around my Mom and pressing her boobs through the clothes.

Linda was fondling my Mom’s boobs through the clothes. My Mom’s eyes were closed, and her head was dropped to one side due to the intensity of sensation. I saw Linda’s one hand had reached out between my Mom’s thighs. She started rubbing her private part!

I could hear my Mom’s soft moans from the kitchen. When I saw them in this intimate setting, I stopped at the dim light of the TV lounge, found a safe spot behind a sofa, and continued watching them. Their action got more intense. Linda slid her hand inside my Mom’s panties and started touching her crotch.

Her other hand was continuously fondling her boobs through her clothes. That scene caught my interest, and I began finding a better spot to get a closer view. The dim light of the TV lounge was helping me avoid being seen. But Linda’s sharp eyes still spotted me as I was behind a curtain very close to the kitchen.

Again, Linda gave me a flirty smile and winked at me while fondling my Mom’s boobs from behind. I was very embarrassed. She might have formed a wrong impression of me as a stalker. But I controlled myself, maintained eye contact with Linda, and watched them boldly.

I saw Linda’s hand was still inside my Mom’s panties. I could still see my Mom’s white panties from a distance. Linda’s hand was working inside her panties, making my Mom devastated with intense sensation. Perhaps she was fingering my Mom.

My Mom burst with pleasure with a louder moan. I saw Linda’s long, shiny, and glistening fingers coming out from my Mom’s panties. She immediately licked off her fingers, soaked with my Mom’s juices! Oh my gosh! I wish I could lick off those juices from Linda’s long fingers.

As soon as my Mom reached her orgasm(s), Linda released my Mom, and she gathered herself. Before they start coming out of the kitchen, I got myself safe and took off. As soon as I reached my bedroom upstairs, my heart was beating fast. I was shocked at what I saw.

I had never seen two women kissing each other! I was sure that something fishy was going on between Linda and my Mom, and that was the start of my curiosity. By then, I hadn’t even considered that my Mom might be interested in women.

The next morning, my Mom was in the washroom, and Linda was downstairs in the kitchen. So, I found the perfect opportunity to talk to her and confirm my confusion. But Linda cut me off instead by discussing my studies with me. She said that she had already spoken to my Mom about my weak subjects.

She is considering suggesting that I switch my admission to her college. She said she is the department head, and I would benefit if I switched my admission to her college. She added that since admissions are still open, I still have time to change colleges.

She suggested I go with her the following morning. She would take me to her college to complete the paperwork for college transfer. I thought about it and found a reasonable suggestion, so I agreed.

The next morning, I got up early and got ready to go with Linda. It was a hot and humid summer day. I put on shorts according to the weather, packed up my bag, and came down.

Linda was already up and ready. She seemed to be waiting for someone in the living room. She checked me out and said, “Oh, you look nice.” I grabbed my seat next to her.

After a few minutes, my Mom came down after finishing her shower, still in her bathrobe. She was looking gorgeous with light lipstick and makeup, and she appeared very fresh. I noticed Linda from the corner of my eye. The way she was looking at my Mom was full of lust.

Then our doorbell rang, and Linda got up immediately. She walked towards the main gate to open it. I heard a car pulling in, and Linda was talking to someone.

In the next few minutes, Linda appeared in our living room with a tall, incredibly gorgeous young girl around 26. The living room was suddenly filled with her perfume.

When she entered our living room, she hugged my Mom as if they had known each other for a long time. My Mom hugged that girl tightly, kissed each other on the cheek.

I was standing there, totally blank. My eyes were glued to her to recognise her. As soon as she finished hugging my Mom, she approached me. At that moment, Linda started her introduction, “Meet my daughter Lorraine,” and we hugged each other.

I did not know that Linda had such a grown-up and gorgeous daughter. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nose as Lorraine hugged me tightly. Again, I felt my boobs get pressed as she hugged me by forcing her chest against mine. I figured out that it’s their style of hugging.

My mind was still wondering how Linda’s daughter knows my Mom so well. That question started roaming in my mind now. Soon after, Linda got ready to leave and asked me to get up and get ready. I put on my sandals and got ready.

It had already been decided that Linda’s daughter would stay with my Mom in my absence. I would be visiting Linda. Linda’s home was far away from my place but close to her college. Linda suggested that I stay with her until the college transfer process was complete. My Mom had already agreed to it.

Next, we said goodbye to Mom and left. As soon as we drove off, Linda seemed relaxed, as she got full liberty. Back in my mind, my brain started to figure out their whole agenda. Linda’s daughter, Lorraine, might have known my Mom for a long time, and I was not aware of this.

I was thinking that most probably my Mom had intimacy with her daughter Lorraine as well, besides Linda. And that’s why she was going to stay with my Mom. However, it seemed like my Mom wanted to enjoy some privacy at home.

That’s why this whole plan was laid out! However, it was just my anticipation. But soon, I started thinking what kind of Mother Linda would be, who would leave her daughter with another woman (my Mom) to enjoy intimacy! Where are her morals?

While my mind was busy thinking about this, Linda broke the silence. “So, what’s going on?” She was driving her top-of-the-line vehicle, a Mercedes 500S. The car was gliding very smoothly on the highway, as if sailing. She asked me softly, “Why are you so quiet, honey?”

She distracted my deep thoughts. In the very next moment, I felt her soft hand resting on the bare skin of my thigh, as I was wearing shorts. I felt shy at first. This was the very first time I was alone with her in her car.  I composed myself and got ready to ask several questions that had been floating in my mind.

But before I asked any questions, Linda pulled her car into a restaurant to have breakfast. At breakfast, I started shooting my questions and my confusions. Linda tends to respond very confidently. She started telling me the whole story about how she and my Mom had been together over the years.

She and my Mom have been very close friends since high school, and even went to the same college. She confessed that they were roommates in a college dorm and later shared an apartment. She dropped a bomb that they had had a friendship up to the level of intimacy.

They have enjoyed lesbian sex since then.

Then she got married and moved to Europe for a while, and my Mom also found someone. She and my Mom got divorced around the same time, and Linda came back from Europe. Again, she got united with my Mom, although they were not living together.

And then her next confession was like dropping a big bomb on me! I could not believe my ears! “What?” I exclaimed! She confessed that she and my Mom decided to adopt kids from an adoption place, and they went together.

I was just four years old at the time of adoption, and her daughter Lorraine was twelve years old. The adoption took place around the same time!

I was speechless and had no words after learning this shocking news. My Mom had never told me about all this. After finishing our breakfast, we got in the car and continued our journey heading towards her home. Again, Linda’s hand was resting on my bare thighs in a very seductive manner.

Rest in the next part!

Hi everyone, this is Krish from Bangalore. I am writing this story based on personal experiences that I have had in my own life.

Before I start, if you’re looking for some overflowing, lusty screenplay, let me give you a heads up to skip. My writing will showcase the natural flow of emotions and personal needs in daily routine.

Back in 2010-2011, I was a freelance massage therapist. I learned massaging techniques from a spa and worked with them for four months. After that, I started working on my own with the rapport I had built with my clients, whom I met at the spa. I don’t know if it’s an unspoken rule, but all male clients seemed to ask only for a female masseur, and all female clients asked for only a male masseur.

With the rapport I had built, I got around 20 female clients, and I personally thank them here. With the money I earned by providing services to them, I paid my post-graduation fees for my MBA. So, basically, I did a part-time masseur job only for the money to afford my education.

After my MBA, I stopped my job, and all my clients moved out to different places. Last month, in April 2025, I met one of my old clients in a hotel while dining with my team for an office outing. She was surprised to see me and excited that I reside in Bangalore.

We exchanged contact details, and the very next day, she contacted me for my masseur services. She was one of my high-paying clients, so I agreed and went to her place on Saturday morning at 11 am. She was a single woman nearing her 40s, in a high-paying role in the IT industry. She was alone, so she had all her liberty, and answered the door wearing just an oversized shirt that covered half her thighs and panties. She had just woken up on my visit.

She sank into her sofa, ordered food, told me to collect it, and went to brush and refresh. By the time she returned, I had made coffee for us and gotten the food delivery. I reminded her not to have heavy food because she would have to lie on her tummy during the massage. She ate and told me to follow her to her bedroom. I turned on the AC, closed the screens, took out the towels and gingelly oil.

She observed me and laughed subtly, saying, “Your traditional methods haven’t changed.”

(Because gingelly oil or coconut oil has the natural ability to heal our bodies and provide relief. If you visit any ayurvedic treatment center in Kerala, they use base coconut or gingelly oil with herbs extracts added. I must say that was a genius technique followed traditionally till date.)

She removed everything she had worn and stood nude in front of me, asking if I wanted her to lie on her tummy or back. I had massaged her body multiple times back in 2010-11, so we both had that perfect, comfy zone among us. I replied, “Lie on your tummy, and let me begin.”

She lay down and said, “Begin your magic. I want to let out all my work stress and get complete relief.”

I had my complete self-control despite seeing a 38DD woman lying stark naked before me. If you people want her stats, here they are: 38-34-38. She had put on some weight, but her beauty hadn’t reduced in a decade.

I poured oil on my palm and began with her shoulders and neck. She let out an audible gasp… “Hmmmm… That’s all, buddy?”

I began with circular motions with my fingers and palm on her shoulders, neck, then armpits, and hands. After about 20 minutes, I moved down the spine, massaging her back and hips, followed by her pelvic bones. I added pressure and reduced pressure on muscles and bone areas.

My hands were sliding on her smooth skin, and she just enjoyed every minute, moaning “Mmmmm” again and again. She was plump and dusky, but her skin started to glow with oil. I continued to massage her pelvic bone, back, moving to her fluffy buttocks. Then I slid my palm inside her ass crack. She giggled and said it was nice.

Slowly, I poured oil on her thighs, backside, till her toes. I started giving full pressure to give full relief to her leg muscles. She shouted, “Ouch, slowly, man.”

I moved my hands in a ring and cupping motion in each part of her leg till her toes. I was observing her flesh on her ass and thighs was shaking and dancing.

I asked her to turn and lie on her back now. I just admired her beauty for a few seconds – 38DD boobs, fluffy tummy, cute belly, her camel toes, chubby thighs. She giggled and asked, “You’re gazing as if you’re seeing me for the first time. You’ve seen me nude at least 30 times in the past. Get back to work… fun is later.”

I just nodded, saying, “Yes, ma’am.”

I poured oil on her boobs till her navel. I started pressing, fondling, massaging her boobs till her tummy. It was a beautiful scene to see them slipping out of my hands like jelly. I continued for at least 30 minutes from her neck to her camel toes, covering her hips, armpits. She told me to play with her nipples for some time. I cupped her boobs, tossed her nipples with my fingers. She was really turned on.

I moved down to her legs, poured oil, and did the same from her thighs to her toes with all ring and circular motions, giving proper relief. Finally, I expanded her legs, poured oil on her vagina, and started rubbing with my side palm slowly and steadily for five minutes. She urged and said, “Move in, man.”

Then I massaged her clitoris with one hand and started fingering her with the other hand.

She reached orgasm in a few minutes, and it was like a dam flooding. She liked continued fingering after her climax, so I did, and stopped after 10 minutes when she told me to.

She asked for my hand to sit straight and gave a satisfactory smile, stating, “Next time, I’m sitting on your face.”

She took a bath while I waited, washing my hands. She came out with a robe, paid me double my charges, and told me it should continue regularly. I left with a happy note.

Any woman needing a professional massage service can contact me at [email protected].

Dear readers, thank you for your feedback. This is a continuation of the previous story. About me, 6ft, 32wst, fair to wheatish in colour. Stay in Bangalore. I am bi and curious.

I enjoy BDSM and Kink stuff, but not hardcore types. I love the outdoors too. If you guys like my story, emails are welcome at [email protected].

Back to the story. After the couple left, I was wondering what had just happened. My hole was sore as well as my face was all sticky with the cum from the girls pussy. The girl put on my mouth gag once again before leaving.

Just then, I heard another footstep coming in. I thought it would be my friend, but it was not. The guy just came in, squeezed my breast and nipples and sucked it till it pained. He then poured something on it and spread it all over my chest and navel.

It was kind of sticky and cold, so I assumed it was some ice cream. He was enjoying it on my body. I, too, enjoyed the sensation, considering what just happened before. He was a little rough since he was chewing and biting it sometimes.

But then also licked and sucked the nipples a lot. Then he started playing with my navel while squeezing my nipples and chest. This continued for some time, and then he left when he was done. It was the first time that my cock and ass was left untouched.

I then heard footsteps and the voice of two ladies coming in. One gave a sharp slap on my cock and squeezed my balls. I was screaming into the mouth gag. One of them came to my face and was pushing my face in to her pussy. I understood what she wanted.

I thought the other would blow me off. But I heard some strange noises. The other lady was actually putting on a strap-on with a huge dildo. She tried to push it in, my asshole but it didn’t go. She started spitting on my hole and the strap-on dildo.

She then forcefully pushed it. First, the head went in. Even though I kept screaming, she didn’t care. She kept pushing the dildo further and further into my hole. Finally, the whole dildo went in, and she kept it there for a while. Then she started slowly ramming it in and gradually started banging it hard.

Since my mouth was in the pussy of the other girl I couldn’t do much. She was enjoying seeing me get banged. After what seemed like decades, she finally stopped and pulled out the dildo in one go. I kind of lost my breath for a minute.

I was completely exhausted and kind of dozed off. Then someone came in and pulled some levers, which brought me down. He untied me and helped me dress up. I could hardly stand up or walk properly. When I left the room, I could see my so-called friend enjoying a beer and smiling.

I walked towards him. I was too tired even to scold or hit him. Later, I realised he had lost some bets and didn’t have money to pay up. He offered my services and body without my knowledge. I quickly gulped down a couple of beers and was relaxing.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep. I woke up with a sharp pain in my ass. When I looked around I realized I was in middle of an orgy. I was lying on my back with my legs on the shoulder of a guy. He had penetrated me deeply while others were cheering him.

I guess his dick was around 9 inches long and 3 inch thick. Once in, he kept on pounding me. I was too weak to even move after my previous experience. I just let him do as he wanted.

Just then another guy came and started sucking my cock while squeezing my balls. Another guy joined in and started sucking my nipples and squeezing it. I could feel hands, mouths and cocks all over me. Many more joined in, all switching positions at intervals.

I was like a star slut there whom anyone could use as they pleased. Some guys even fingered my hole while it was being fucked by a cock. I shrieked when they did that, but they didn’t care as they knew I was helpless. At last, the guy who was fucking me lifted me and made me laydown on top of him.

The crowd started cheering, and I couldn’t understand why. Then I felt something probing my ass which already had a cock in it. I was stunned, realising what was happening. Before I could react, he pushed his cock head in the hole which literally tore me up.

My screams made them laugh even more. Little by little he pushed his entire cock in my ass. Now I had two cocks in my ass. This was my first orgy and double penetration. They gave me little time to adjust, and they went full bang on with the crowd cheering with each stroke.

Finally they both cum deep inside me and then let me go. I just lay down there, too tired to even move.

A couple of guys took me to the pool and left me there to rest. I gulped down more beer to drown the pain. I just looked at the orgy for the rest of the night. My friend, who was nowhere to be seen, came and sat beside me with a beer. He asked me if I enjoyed the night. He told me he remembered my fantasy. It was of being in a group orgy naked and to feel helpless while also being safe.

He felt this would be the right place for me to try these fantasies. It was a safe place, and he could keep a watch over me.

All said and done, did I enjoy it? You bet I did! It was, after all, my fantasy (as my friend reminded me).

Let me know your feedback on [email protected].

Hello, Everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 6 (Secret Schemes); this story happened in the year 2012. When my cousin Meenu arrives, she opens up about her troubled marriage and past. Geet, our maid, and I share an intimate bond, and together, we help Meenu find herself.

Continued..!

I lay on the divan, laptop on my lap, scrolling through Arjun’s club photos. Then came Vikram’s feed. A warmth rose in me, mixed with a pinch of guilt.

In the distance, I heard Mom scrubbing silver lamps. Geet was clinking utensils in the kitchen, My thumb hovered over Vikram’s profile. Should I? Click. I opened our last chat. Blank.

Mom peeked from the pooja room, eyes narrowing. I barely noticed, still staring at my laptop. But in seconds, she was by my side, saree rustling.

Mom: “Anu! What is this you’re wearing?” I blinked, clueless, looking down at my pale lavender semi-transparent nightgown. She leaned closer pointing at my pussy, her voice low but sharp.

Mom: “Why no panties? And did you shave your pussy hair again? Why?” My face flushed. I stood up quickly, pulling the gown tighter.

Me: “Ma, please. It’s normal now. Everyone does it. It’s just… comfort.” Ma’s hand shot up, fingers ready to tug my hair, but the sudden screech of tyres outside snapped her attention. We both turned. A white sedan eased into the driveway.

The car door opened, and there she was. Meenu. Tall, graceful, 36D-sized, wrapped in a soft cream kurta and shawl, gold studs glinting. Her smile was tired but warm, her eyes carrying something heavier.

Ma: “Meenu! My bacchi!” They hugged tightly. Meenu carried poise, always had, her eyes lingered on my semi-transparent nightgown.

Everyone adored Meenu. The golden cousin. The one who studied in Delhi married an NRI and now has a baby boy. Amma gushed over her, and Geet hurried to make nimbu paani.

Meenu: “Anu, look at you! All grown up, hmm?” Her hands rolled on my shoulder. I smiled and hugged her lightly.

Me: “And you look… glowing.” Her perfume smelled expensive.

Ma: “Motherhood, ya. It changes everything.” She sat like she owned the sofa. I sat across, folding my legs to avoid pulling at my gown.

Meenu: “How’s Kaka? And you all? It’s been so long.”

Me: “Dad’s in Delhi. We’re fine, just the usual.” I couldn’t remove my eyes off her body; she looked like a perfect Milf after the baby was born.

Meenu: “I came for Shweta’s wedding. My husband and Kabir went to see the match in Mumbai.” Before I could even react, Ma jumped in.

Ma: “Then you stay here tonight! Teach Anu how to behave, this girl shaved her pussy hair and walks around like it’s a fashion show!” I nearly dropped my glass.

Me: “Ma!” Meenu chuckled softly, amused but judging. The awkward moment melted into laughter, Ma shaking her head and muttering prayers.

After a few minutes of chat, Meenu followed me to my room; I slipped away to my wardrobe, pulling out a new mustard kurta I hadn’t worn yet.

Me: “Try this. It’ll suit you.” She changed right there, casually unhooking and stepping out with ease; her naked curvy body was amazing to watch; her boobs were bigger than mine, and I couldn’t look away.

Meenu: “Hmm. You’ve always been figuring things out.” She smiled, but something in her eyes flickered. Meenu’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, face tightening.

Meenu: “Just need to take this, okay?” She walked to the balcony. I sat on the bed, but the window and curtains were lit. Her voice drifted in.

Meenu: “Ma, I can’t keep pretending. He’s not even trying medication anymore. Even with the pills he can’t fuck me more than a minute. You know… we had IVF, thank god for Kabir.” Then softer.

Meenu slid the balcony door open and paused. She noticed I’m leaning towards the window, ear dropping, her eyes locked on mine.

She didn’t say anything. Just stared, frustrated, vulnerable. I opened my mouth but no words came. She walked past me, tucking her huge boobs in my small kurta top.

A few hours later, Geet called out gently from the kitchen.

Geet: “Didi… khana ready hai. Come eat.” I stood slowly.

Ma had already eaten and gone to bed. Meenu was at the table, quietly serving herself dal. I joined her. Quiet too. The air between us is heavier than ever.

As I opened my mouth, Meenu slid a small box across the table.

Meenu: “Try these. Swiss. I brought them for Kaka and you, I remember you both like eating chocolate after dinner.” I blinked, then smiled softly, picking one.

Me: “Thanks… these are looking really good.” She nodded. Later, we headed to my room.

Meenu: “Smells like childhood here.” We had fluffed the pillows and folded the quilt.

Me: “I know.” We lay down on my bed. Silent again. But this time, it didn’t feel heavy.

Me: “Meenu didi… can I ask you something?” She turned her head slightly.

Me: “Was there ever… someone before Jijaji?” A pause. Too long. The air felt thinner.

Meenu: “Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes flicked shut, then open again. A single tear traced down.

Meenu: “Delhi. Final year. His name was Raghav. He made me feel seen. Wanted. Real. But he wasn’t… right. Or maybe the timing wasn’t.” I move closer. I just listened, propped on one elbow, watching Meenu trace patterns on the bedsheet.

Me: “Did you and Raghav ever… You know, get in bed? Like… sex.. lose your virginity?” She hesitated, breath catching just for a second.

Meenu: “No. I didn’t cross that line with him, kissed a few times and let him touch my boobs and pussy.” The silence returned.

Me: “And… with jijaji? I mean… You don’t have to say, but…”
Meenu looked away, eyes glistening in the soft glow.

Meenu: “He… has issues. Erectile dysfunction. He can’t insert his dick completely in my pussy, and it’s very soft too. He refuses to talk about it. Acts like intimacy isn’t needed in marriage. Like I’m wrong for wanting sex.” I shifted closer, heart aching.

Me: “But Meenu didi… maybe there are other ways, right? Like… oral or something.” Meenu shook her head, a bitter smile flickering.

Meenu: “Anu… he’s not interested. Not in touch. Not even a kiss in four years. Can you imagine? Four years without being held like a woman, without even feeling wanted for sexual pleasure?”

I didn’t plan it. I just… leaned in, eyes fixed on the pillow, heart pounding louder than sense. My lips brushed Meenu’s dried lips. Soft, kiss her, unsure.

Just the ache of wanting her to feel seen. Needed. She froze. But she didn’t pull away. Her lips started to suck mine, Then.

Geet: “Didi… doodh” The door creaked. Meenu and I snapped apart like startled birds.

Geet stood frozen, tray in hand with milk, eyes wide. The silence exploded in my ears. Geet quickly looked down and placed the milk on the side table.

I didn’t dare look at Meenu. I looked at Geet, our eyes locking, and I gave a small nod. A sign. She hesitated, then gently closed the door behind her. I shifted, moving aside on the bed. My heart was still racing.

Me: “Come… sit here, Geet.” She sat beside me slowly, like someone stepping onto sacred ground, her eyes flicking between me and Meenu.

I gently held Geet’s hand, her skin warm and familiar. She didn’t flinch, just waited.

Me: “Geet… Meenu didi is going through something hard. Her husband… there’s no sex in her life.” Meenu’s voice rose, sharp.

Meenu: “Anu! Why are you telling her? She’s our maid!” I turned to her, firm but soft.

Me: “She’s not just a maid. She’s family. She knows me better than anyone. She knows I’m… not straight; she saw me with Priya on this bed a few times.” Geet looked down, respectful as ever. But her grip on my hand tightened slightly, reassuring.

Me: “You don’t have to be ashamed here, Meenu didi. Not with us.” Meenu looked away, lips trembling.

Meenu: “Anu… when did you know? About… being into women too?” I took a breath, still holding Geet’s hand like a tether.

Me: “I think I always knew. But the college made it clear. It’s not about gender, it’s about the pleasure. Touch. Kink. Energy.” She frowned slightly, unsure.

Meenu: “But… how does it even work? I mean, between two women… pleasure?” I blinked. I thought she’d understand, being from Australia, from a more open world.

Me: “It works like it does with anyone, when there’s a desire match, when there’s curiosity. Fingers. Mouth. Words. Skin. It’s not mechanical. It’s a lot of sexual and emotional, Meenu didi.” She nodded slowly.

Geet: “I thought village girls like me were naïve… but Didi, even you didn’t know?” Meenu stiffened. Her pride pricked.

Me: “Geet.” My voice was low but sharp. Geet immediately bowed her head.

Geet: “Maaf kardo, Didi… I didn’t mean it like that.” I reached for Geet’s lips, lifting her chin gently to my lips. A soft kiss on her lips, tender, intentional. I felt Meenu’s gaze and felt her breath hitch.

Me: “This… this is what I mean, Meenu didi. It’s not about labels. It’s about presence. About making someone feel… seen.” Geet squeezed my fingers once, tasting her own lips, blushing. I glanced at Geet, a quiet signal passing between us, unspoken.

I reached for Meenu’s head, my fingers brushing her hair gently. She didn’t pull back; she made up her mind to open new doors.

Me: “You don’t have to be alone in this, Meenu didi.” She looked at me, eyes glossy with emotions she hadn’t named yet.

Then, Geet leaned in, just slightly, and pressed a soft kiss on Meenu’s lips, no mischief, just comfort, thrill. Meenu didn’t flinch, they both enjoyed the kiss.

Meenu’s fingers trembled slightly in mine. Her eyes dropped to my lips, unsure, searching. That looks… I knew it. That longing to feel wanted, to feel alive.

I leaned in slowly, Our lips met, soft, hesitant, like we were both holding a secret too delicate to speak aloud. No rush. Just warmth.

Geet sat still, silent but present. The air felt thick like the room itself was holding its breath.

The kiss lingered even after it ended, its warmth still pressed on our lips, sucking each other lips. Meenu didi stayed close, eyes lowered, breathing uneven.

I turned slightly, reaching for Geet. My arm wrapped around her back gently, like drawing her into a shelter we were quietly building.

Geet shifted slightly, her body tense beneath my arm. I could feel it, her hesitation, the way she held herself back.
Her eyes flicked between me and Meenu like she didn’t belong.

I looked at her, really looked. No words, just a soft, steady gaze. Then I turned to Meenu, silently asking if she wanted Geet. She blinked, unsure.

I reached up, slowly pulling my bra, letting it fall in soft waves around my shoulders. Then, I slipped off my panties, and I’m naked between two hot women.

Geet understood. She started to undress, She stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of my hair from my face. Her touch was trembling but brave.

Meenu sat still, uncertain. But then…Her hands moved slowly. She removed her kurta and then unfastened her pants.

I reached out, my fingers gently threading through Meenu’s nipples, smoothing it back as I rubbed slow, soothing circles on her boobs. Her eyes fluttered closed, a quiet shiver running through her.

Meenu: “Anu…” It was barely a whisper, half-question, half-relief. Beside her, Geet leaned in; she traced the curve of Meenu’s waist and touched Meenu’s pussy.
Meenu: “I never… felt this… like this…” Neither of us rushed her.

I leaned in, lips brushing softly against Meenu’s nipples while I squeezed those huge boobs. Her skin was warm beneath my mouth.

Geet followed, down Meenu’s pussy. She pressed a gentle kiss to her pussy, lingering. Meenu let out a soft breath, caught between surprise and surrender.

Her hands gripped the bedsheet, grounding herself in the unfamiliar warmth of affection. Meenu’s breath slowed, her body finally easing into the quiet closeness.

Geet moved with instinct, her tongue growing softer in Meenu’s pussy. Meenu turned toward me, clinging gently, as if she’d waited years to be embraced like this. Not pitied. Not judged. A desire to feel… wanted sex badly.

Meenu: “I didn’t know I was missing this…” Meenu’s fingers lightly curled around my boobs.

Geet sat near Meenu’s pussy , quiet and licking, her tongue rolling like the fan above us. I pulled Meenu closer, our boobs touched, brushing.

Meenu’s silence wasn’t hesitation anymore, it was surrender. Being seen. Being held. To feeling.
I held her boobs tighter with my mouth, anchoring her to the moment. Beside me, Geet licking her pussy faster, her fingertips brushing Meenu’s pussy walls.

Geet met my eyes briefly, and I nodded. We weren’t doing this for thrill or rebellion. This was about Meenu. Her aching heart. Her silent years.

So, we kept going forward, and Geet went more deeper, her tongue completely drilling Meenu’s pussy, just there, where she needed us to be.

After a scream from Meenu, we stopped, and she got her orgasm. Meenu didn’t need to be overwhelmed.

Meenu: “I must look ridiculous…” Geet chuckled, flopping back on the bed.

Geet: “No, didi. You look sexy.” I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Meenu’s face.

Meenu lay still, eyes tracing the ceiling, but her mind was far from the room. There was a shift in her, subtle, but real. The way her fingers rested calmly on the sheet, how her boobs rose with slower breaths… like a part of her had finally stopped fighting.

Meenu: “I don’t know what comes next. But… I don’t want to go back the same.”

Me: “You don’t have to. Start again, on your terms.”

Meenu nodded, a soft smile curving. Not healed, but finally… open.

To be continued…

Hey Guys, I’m Sulekha. I’m a widow. I’m 49 years old and am a single mother of 25 kids. Today’s story continues from my previous part, which happened many years ago when I was still a young woman.

This story will primarily be told from Saurav’s point of view, as it’s largely based on his experiences.  Most of the story is written by him. I’ve only polished it to make it presentable on the forum.

The Main Story:-

9 months later:

Saurav’s Point-of-View:

After taking a shower, I emerged from the guestroom, ready to march downstairs. For Maya, I was on a business trip—but in reality, I was at Sulekha’s place. She was pregnant with my twins, and her delivery date was fast approaching.

I wanted to be there when my babies were born. Her husband had already left with his ship a couple of months before I arrived. As I walked past the room, two doors from mine, the soft humming caught my attention. I turned to look.

The door was half open.

Inside, Sulekha’s mom had come out of the shower. Her back was turned towards me. Unaware of my presence, she took off her towel. Her back was smooth, and her round ass looked inviting. My dick began to harden. Sangita looked marvellous from behind.

I wanted to walk into her room and grab her from behind. She looked so fuckable.

“Maa,” came Sulekha’s voice.

I stepped away from the door, avoiding being seen by Sangita.

“Coming,” Sangita shouted from inside her room. The door slammed shut, killing my view of her perfect body.

Suppressing my bulge, I descended the stairs.

In the room, Sulekha was in her bed. Her hands rested on her pregnant belly that carried my twins. Next to her lay Chloe, massaging her pregnant belly, which was in its 6th month. And yes, I was the father.

Both wore nothing but their nightgowns. It was the only clothing that made them comfortable. Their fronts were open, their breasts and vagina exposed.

“Look at that tent!” Sulekah remarked, pointing at my crotch. Her foreign accent always sounded sweet to my ears and got me aroused. “Our naked pregnant body makes him hard,” she added, and the two ladies giggled.

“Of course it does… that’s what made our bellies swell up,” Chloe jested.

I responded with a smile. They had no clue that the reason behind my bulge was the third woman in the house. I walked up to the bed and leaned in to kiss Chloe. Rounding the bed, I planted a kiss on Sulekha’s lips.

Sulekha grabbed my hard cock and said, “Let me give a kiss to your little friend too.”

She reached out for my crotch, unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. Taking my tool in her hand, she rolled her tongue around the head. Damn! It felt good. Her lips curled around my dick and her head moved up and down.

“You’re not his only baby momma,” said Chloe, putting a restraining hand on Sulekha, “I have an equal right on that stick.”

Sulekha pulled her head back, letting go of my shaft. I scooted around the bed. Chloe wrapped her fingers around my dick just as I reached her side. I sat on my knees on the edge of the bed as she sucked on my hard cock. I felt her baby bump with my hand as she rolled her tongue around the tip of my dick.

“Oh Fuck!” I moaned. Both those ladies knew how to suck a cock. I closed my eyes, allowing enjoy Chloe’s lips around my tool while my hand cupped her tight boobs.

My fingers played with her hard nipples. Her big and round breasts felt amazing, like big squeeze balls. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the mouth job from Chloe.

Just then, Sulekha exclaimed, “Hey Maa.”

I snapped my eyes open in shock. My turn pulled my cock out of Chloe’s mouth but her firm grip remained fastned on my junk. With my hands, I tried to cover my dick but Chloe moved my hands away. Caught with my pants down, my cock faced Sangita.

“Umm—I’m sorry,” I hissed, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” Sangita said nonchalantly, “It’s not the first time I’ve walked in on these two while they were busy with a guy.”

“Same goes for you, Didi,” Chloe remarked, teasing, “By the way, what do you think of his dick?” she asked, stroking my shaft.

My eyes widened in shock. I couldn’t believe that she asked such a thing to her elder sister about my dick. But, at the same time, I was also enjoying the shagging I was receiving.

“He already feels shy. Don’t tease him anymore,” Sangita said coolly. “Anyway,” she turned her attention to Sulekha, “Why did you call me earlier?”

My breaths quickened. I was almost edging—about to shoot my load anytime. I had closed my eyes and lost any sense of my surroundings.

“Can you make us tea?” said Sulekha.

“Okay,” I heard Sangita reply. “Saurav, do you want tea as well?”

“Ahhh… yes,” I muttered. My cock exploded and I released my load.

I opened my eyes once I had been discharged completely. To my horror, I noticed Sangita’s shirt covered in my cum. While my eyes were closed, she had stepped closer, bringing herself in range.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” I repeated as I pulled my pants back up.

“He shoots a hefty load,” Chloe jested.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault,” Sangita replied calmly. “Why don’t you go and clean yourself up?” she motioned with her head towards the door. I didn’t waste a single second and made a beeline for the door.

I spent the entire day mostly in my room out of embarrassment. When I wasn’t in my room, I was keeping company with my kids. At lunch, Sulekha and Chloe continued to tease me about the incident earlier.

“Admit it! You enjoyed shooting your cum all over my maa, didn’t you?” Sulekha said teasingly. It was late at night, and I had finally gathered the strength to sit with the two mothers of my children after the events of the early day.

“She forced me,” I nodded in Chloe’s direction. Blood rushed to my face as I felt a bit embarrassed. At the same time, the image of Sangita’s naked body I saw in the morning flashed before my eyes. She looked really hot from behind.

“You didn’t answer the question,” Chloe said, teaming up with Sulekha.

“I think you guys should take some rest,” I said, trying to evade the question. I got off the bed and started towards the door.

“On your way to your room, can you send Maa?” Sulekha asked.

“And try not to shoot your cum all over her,” Chloe jested and she and Sulekha burst into laughter.

“If you girls let me have your milk, I won’t dump my load on her,” I said jokingly.

“You can have a sip,” said Sulekha, opening her gown.

I circled the bed. Leaning over her, I took her right boob in my mouth and suckled. “Leave some for your daughter,” she exclaimed.

“She can have the left one,” I replied, smiling, and return to sucking her milk.

I did the same with Chloe as well. After finishing off, I left their room and headed upstairs towards mine. Arriving at Sangita’s room, I noticed the door was slightly open. I could hear soft and low music playing inside.

I pushed open the door and entered.

Sangita turned to face me, accidentally providing me with the full view of her naked front. She was in the midst of changing clothes when I entered. With her hands she covered her boobs and vagina and turned.

“Umm… Sulekha is asking for you,” I said hesitantly. Backing up, I exited her room and closed the door on my way out.

The next morning, I woke up at around 6 am. My sleep wasn’t sound. Throughout the night, I kept tossing and turning in my bed. The naked image of Sangita occupied my thoughts. I had a hard on the entire night and I couldn’t stop imagining fucking her.

To clear my head, I decided to head out for a morning run. But it didn’t help. I kept on imagining myself fucking Sangita.

I remained quiet during breakfast and then later at lunch as well. Given the fact that Sulekha and Chloe didn’t tease me, it suggested that Sangita hadn’t told them anything about me walking into her room while she was naked.

I was in my room. It was late afternoon, and the lunch was finished when Sangita popped her head in through the door.

“Hey… you busy?” she asked politely.

“Nope,” I said. Though my voice was calm, deep down, I felt fear. This is it, I thought, she wants to talk about last night’s accident. But with that fear, there was also some excitement. I don’t know why. “Is there anything I can help with?” I asked.

“I need to go to the town and buy some groceries. Can you drive me there?” asked Sangita.

“Sure,” I said.

Wearing my shorts and a t-shirt, I descended the stairs a few minutes later. There was Sangita, standing at the end of the staircase, holding the key, helmet, and a shopping bag. She was wearing denim shorts and a tank top.

“Why not the car?” I inquired.

“The streets are narrow in the Mandi, and the car can’t go there. Motorcycle is the best option,” she replied.

I took the keys from her and we left, locking the front door behind us.

The trip from Sulekha’s house to the Mandi took well over an hour. The sky had begun to turn grey by the time we arrived there. Sangita took hr time with grocery shopping. Once she was done, we were back on the motorcycle and on our way to Sulekha’s place.

We were only halfway home when the sky opened up, and it began pouring. The rain was heavy and we were drenched. It also made it difficult for me to drive the motorcycle as the road became slippery. I looked for some shelter as the bike crawled along the asphalt.

Just then, as if on cue, in the distance to my left, I spotted something that resembled an unfinished wedding venue. The carpets covered the entire empty ground with a stage at the end. There were no chairs available for the guests or the bride and groom, but a canopy covered the stage.

I turned the motorcycle in that direction.

Parking the bike next to the stage, Sangita and I hopped off and circled the stage. There was more space behind the stage as a small canopy, which resembled a probable Mandap, was set up there.

We went straight for that.

On one side, it was blocked and shadowed by the back wall of the four-storey house and on the other side, it was hidden behind the wall of the stage. The only way to get to the Mandap was to circle the stage.

Sangita and I sat on the carpeted floor with our backs against the concrete wall. The rain continued to come down heavily.

“I’m sorry about last night. It was purely an accident,” I said hesitantly.

“It’s okay,” said Sangita calmly, “Besides,” she added after a brief pause, “I accidentally saw your naked body. So, it was only fitting that you saw my naked body accidentally as well.” There was a hint of tease and a joke in her tone.

“So, you’ve forgiven me?”

“You have kids with my daughter. You’re like my son-in-law.”

“I also have kids with your sister. That would make me your brother-in-law.” We both laughed. “At least now I know where Sulekha gets her incredible body from,” I remarked.

“Thanks,” she blushed.

I scooted closer to her. She was shivering. It was understandable as we both were drenched from head to toe. I put an arm around her to give her comfort and warmth. She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder. “You know,” I broke the silence, “You’ve got amazing boobs.”

When she rested her head on my shoulder, I got this surge of courage in me, driving away all my hesitation. Sangita blushed. I saw a smile forming on her face. Silenctly, she muttered, “You have a great and manly cock too.”

Her words emboldened me. I lifted her chin. Her smile is inviting. I leaned, our faces drawing nearer. And when our lips met, I felt no resistance from her end. In fact, I felt her kissing me back. My tongue explored her mouth, and her tongue did the same.

When she pulled away, I wasted no time in taking my shirt off. Kicking off my sandals, I removed my shorts and my underwear. Sangita took the hint. Leaning over, she gently grabbed my dick and stoked it nicely before putting it in her mouth.

Her head moved up and down on my shaft, along with her hand that pulled my skin back and brought it back up with the rhythm. She was unable to get any consistency as her hair kept getting into her eyes. I gathered her hair in a ponytail in my hand.

Her lips wrapped around my hard throbbing cock, moving up and down so seamlessly, got me even more aroused. With my free hand, I grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her bra was the next piece of clothing to come off.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting myself enjoy the sloppy blowjob. As I reached my breaking point, I pressed her head hard, pushing my dick deep into her throat. I grunted, shooting my load deep down her throat.

Once every drop had been squeezed out, I let go of her head and opened my eyes.

Sangita coughed. Gasping for air in between. “Sorry,” I offered sheepishly, “I couldn’t control.”

“You do shoot a heavy load!” she remarked in between her coughs.

“Let me make it up to you,” I said, leaning in closer and kissing her. She smiled and lay down on her back. I undid the button and zipper of her denim shorts, and grabbing the waistband, pulled the shorts and her panties off together.

“What an amazing body!” I exclaimed. Sangita giggled. Above, the sky roared, and rain continued to pour in heaps.

I leaned over her. My face came in line with hers. We kissed for a brief moment before I grabbed ber big boobs and felt them in my hands that looked tiny compared to the size of her jugs. I wrapped my lips around the left one, rolling my tongue along the nipple, and settling into sucking it.

My eyes widened with surprise and a pleasant shock when I felt milk in my mouth. I lifted my gaze, meeting Sangita’s, and exclaimed, “You Got Milk In Them!”

Sangita smiled and replied calmly, “I love the feeling of milk flowing through my nipples. That’s why I still regularly breastfeed my kids from time to time.”

“That’s a practice I appreciate,” I said earnestly, returning to suckling her breasts.

I kissed her breasts and slowly moved down, kissing every inch of her perfect body. My lips touched her pussy. Her clit felt like a sweet peanut on my tongue. I kissed her pussy lips and rolled my tongue around her clit. Sangita hissed and sighed.

My fingers played with her nipples and fondled her boobs while my tongue explored the inside of her cunt. Sangita began moaning softly. I could feel her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. “Uuuuuuhhh… mmmmm… ahhhhh… mmmm,” Sangita moaned quietly.

My cock began to regain it’s hard shape. Above us, the rain hammered hard against the canopy. I lifted my head from between her thighs and looked into her eyes. All I saw in them was anticipation and invitation.

I moved over her, my body casting a strong shadow over hers. We kissed as my the tip of my dick brushed against her pussy. I teased her cunt a while before slowly guiding my shaft into her wet hole. “Hello Saasu-maa,” I said teasingly once my dick was completely inside her.

“Hello Damaad Ji,” Sangita replied in a similar jest, closing her legs around me.

My thrusts were slow in the beginning. I wanted to savour that beautiful moment. And the smile of content on Sangita’s face suggested that she desired the same. My soft yet passionate thrusts drew low moans from her as my cock caressed the inner walls of her wet pussy.

“You like it… huh! You like it!” I said, kissed her.

“Yeah… ahhhh… ahhh… yeah… I like… I like it… ahhh… I like it,” she replied in moans.

“You have such a lovely pussy.”

“Ahhh… yes Saurav… yes… your cock feels good… ahhh… yes,” she moaned in response.

I squeezed her breasts in my hands. They felt as soft as a cushion. I upped my pace slightly as drank her milk while my dick drilled her cunt.

“Ohhh… fuck me… Ooooohhhhh yes… oooohhh fuck me… fuck me… yes… yes,” Sangita’s moans grew louder.

Smiling, I retrieved, pulling my dick out of her pussy. I lay down on the dry carpet and motioned for her to climb atop me. In no time, Sangita was on top of me, guiding my cock in her pussy.

“Ahhh… yes… yes… yes… yes… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh,” She moaned, riding my dick like a proper slut. Her boobs bounced and slapped hard against her ribs and I could see some of her pussy juice leaking out.

“OH fuck… YOU ARE THE WOMAN!” I exclaimed, grabbing her big tits.

For a while, she rode me like a Texan cowgirl until she urged me to change position. Sangita rose and bent down by the wall. With her hands, she opened her asscheeks and urged, “Put your dick in my cunt.”

“Can I ask you something?” I replied.

“Yes,” she said encouragingly.

“You are an amazing woman, and I wish to have a baby with you,” I said blatantly.

“You can,” she said, without even wasting a second.

“Sure?” I knit my brows.

“Sulekha was right about you,” Sangita said with a satisfying tone, “If a woman has sex with you and doesn’t bring your child into this world, then her womb is worthless. With the dick you have and the way you fuck, you deserve to put your seed inside every pussy you fuck.”

“You ladies are truly the best,” I said, rising to my feet and coming up behind her.

I kissed her asscheeks and her pussy before pushing my dick in. Sangita pushed her palms against the wall for balance as I began my thrusts. This time, I didn’t go gentle. I pulled and rammed her pussy hard like a horny bull.

“FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK,” she moaned at the top of her lungs. Her boobs jiggled with the rhythm of my thumping, making a louder clapping sound as the smacked against t her sternum.

With on hand, I pulled back her hair and with other, I grabbed her butt. “Fuck… you’re amazing… fuck… you love it, bitch… You love it.”

“Yes, I love it… Yes… Yes… yes… I love it.. I love it.”

“You’re my whore, aren’t you… You’re my slut,” I said, throwing my head back.

“Yes… Yes… I’m your whore… I’m your slut… Yes… Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Fuck me… Fuck me… Like that… Like that… Like that… Yes… Yes… Yes… Yes.”

“Ahhh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming, Sangita.”

“Cum in me… Cum in me… Give me your seed… Cum in me… Put a baby in your slut,” she cried.

i let go of her hair and grabbed her ass cheeks with both my hands. In two big thrusts, my cock exploded inside her cunt, unleashing all my load deep in her pussy.

Once I pulled out, she turned, went down on her knees, and took my limp cock in her mouth. After cleaning it, Sangita lay down on the floor on her back and opened her legs. My heavy cum had started to ooze out of her vagina.

“Now, you’ve got to fuck me every day while you’re here,” she said with a charm in her voice.

“Promise,” I replied

Once the rain had stopped, we got dressed and hopped back on the motorcycle and headed back home. By the time we got there, it was around 5:30 in the evening. Sulekha and Chloe were asleep in their room.

“Let’s get changed into dry clothes,” Sangita suggested as we made our way up the stairs. “Do you want tea?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” I said sharply.

After changing into dry clothes, when I came down the stairs, I found Sangita in the kitchen. The utensil was on the burner, and the water had started boiling. Sangita opened the door to fetch milk.

I grabbed her hand and stopped her. Taking the utensil off the burner, I pulled down her tube top and made her bend over the counter. Aligning her boobs with the bowl, I squeezed them hard. A jet of milk shot out of the nipples.

Leaving one teacup on the counter for me, she carried the other three into Sulekha’s room. Before she entered, she turned to me and gave a wink.

1 Month Later:

Sulekha’s POV:-

It was the middle of the night. I had delivered my babies 15 days prior and had been back from the hospital just a week ago. I had woken up to attend to my newborn daughter. After pacifying them, I walked out of my room to have a glass of water. As I was about to enter the kitchen, I heard my Maa’s moans.

Curious, I climbed up the stairs. The door of her room was left ajar. Her moans were soft but aggressive. It was like she was keeping it down while being fucked hard.

I pushed open the door only to be shocked.

“ARE YOU GOING TO BREED EVERY WOMAN OF MY FAMILY!” I screamed.

My voice stunned both Maa and Saurav. Their backs were turned to me, and Maa was bent over in doggy style.

Saurav looked over his shoulder, and Maa did too, while remaining on all fours. Their expressions suggested that they had seen a ghost. Saurav’s dick had slipped out and I saw his cumm dripping out of Maa’s pussy.

“Damn! You’ll turn my family tree into a forest,” I said, shaking my head, “Now that you’ve started fucking her, make sure she’s knocked up,” I said. I closed the door and left them to their thing.

Saurav was successful, and he got Maa pregnant, making him the father of my children, my cousins, and my siblings. Dad seemed particularly happy and proud about this news, though.

So, guys, this is the fifth part of my story. I’m eagerly waiting for your feedback. You can contact me at [email protected] and share your thoughts on this story. I’ll be back soon with the next part of the story. Until then, take care. Buh-bye!

Hi readers, yeh mera pehla story hai jo main aap sabhi se share kar raha hoon, jo sach mein mere saath ghata hai. Asha hai ki aap sabhi ko yeh pasand aayega.

Mera naam hai Vaibhav, umar 26 years, kaddh 5’8 ft. Yeh story mere aur mere kaamwali (house help) ki bare mein hai, jiska naam Rupa hai, Uski umar 34 years ki hogi. Dikhne mein woh zyada khoobsurat nahi hai, par uska roop (34-28-36) deewana karne wala hai. Uski kassi hui chuchiyon aur badi gand dekh ke kisika bhi mann kare usse chodne ka.

Yeh baat 3 saal pehle ki hai. Woh humare yaha kaafi saalon se kaam karti thi, par kabhi main usko uss nazaron se nahi dekha karta tha. Par jab se woh 30 saal ki hui hai, uski sharirik roop mein kaafi badlav aaye hain. Pehle pehle woh kafi patli dubli si aur uski kaafi choti umar mein shaadi hogayi thi. Aur uska ek beta bhi hai, mere umar jaisa.

Toh der na karte hue, seedhe story pe aate hain.

Recently, mera breakup hua tha, aur main kaafi dukhi tha, kyon ki kafi lamba relationship tha humara – approx. 6 years. Main aur meri girlfriend kaafi sex kiya karte the us dauran. Toh jab se mera breakup hua, mujhe chudai karne nahi mil raha tha. Usi bich main Rupa par aakarshit hona shuru hua. Jab woh kaam pe aati thi, tab usse notice karna start kiya. Jaise woh mere room ki safai karti hi, uski cleavage saaf dikhai deti thi.

Ek din main apne room mein tha, jo ki 2nd floor pe hai. Aur 1st floor pe mere parivar wale rehte hain. Toh main laptop mein web series dekh raha tha, jisme ek sex scene chal raha tha, aur apne lund ko masal raha tha. Tab woh achanak se room pe aagayi, kyon ki main door lock karna bhul gaya tha. Toh woh mere ko dekh kar kuch der ke liye sadme mein chali gayi. Then, thodi der baad bina kuch bole bahar ke taraf chal di.

Us waqt main bhi kaafi daar gaya ki woh parivar mein kisi ko na bol de jo usne abhi dekha. Tab maine apna tanna hua lund jaise taise apne pant ke andar kiya, aur room ke bahar gaya usse dhundhne. Tab main dekha ki woh baju wale room mein thi, aur uski safai kar rahi thi. Tab jaa ke mere mann ko toda rahaat mila. Jaise hi usne mere ko room ke bahar khara hua dekha, tab usne mere tanne hue lund ko bhi dekha, jo pant faad kar bahar anna chahta tha.

Phir woh thoda sharmate hue muskurayi, aur wapas apne kaam mein lag gayi. Us din se humare beech koi baat-cheet nahi hui. Par issi bich jab bhi humare nazre milti thi, toh woh mujhe badi kamukh nigahon se dekhti thi. Inn sab isharon se mujhe laga ki jo main usse chodne ka sapna dekh raha hoon, use pura kar sakta hoon.

Kuch dino baad mere gharwale kisi relative ke shaadi attend karne dusre shehar chale gaye. Main nahi ja sakta, kyon ki mujhe office se chutti nahi mili.

Phir woh din aaya jiska mere ko besabri se intezar tha. Main as usual work from home kar raha tha. Then, door bell baja. Toh main jaise hi door khola, aur dekha ki Rupa samne khadi hai. Tab usne bola ki woh shaam ko kahi bahar jaane wali hai, isliye jaldi aayi hai kaam karne.

Pehle main usse upar se niche tak ghura. Usne black pardarsi saare pehni hui thi, uske baal khule hue the, aur uska pallu thoda khiska hua tha. Toh uski chuchiyon ka ubhar saaf dikhai de raha tha. Ek baat aur maine kaafi pehle se gaur kiya hai ki woh kabhi bra nahi pehenti. Phir bhi uski chuchiya kassa hua rehta hai.

Yeh sab dekh kar mera lund harkat karne laga. Phir woh sidhe kitchen ke kaam karne lagi, aur main bhi laptop ke samne baith gaya, par mujh se kaam pe dhyan hi nahi lag raha tha. Mujhe toh bas apna lund mein lagi aag usse chod ke bhujhana tha.

Kuch der baad main utha, aur paani peene kitchen ke taraf gaya. Tab dekha Rupa washing machine mein kapde daal rahi thi, jhuk kar, jisse uski moti gand saaf dikh raha tha.

Ab mujh se raha nahi gaya. Main daabe pau uske piche ja kar khara hogaya, aur ek hi jhatke mein uski saree samet petticoat utha diya. Aur main chauk gaya ki usne panty nahi pehni hui thi. Mujhe uski gori gand ekdam saaf dikhai de rahi thi, aur usne shayad hal filhal mein shave kiya hoga. Isliye koi baal wagera nahi the. Uski chut bhi saaf nazar aa rahi thi, woh bhi clean shaved thi. Phir woh ghabrai hui awaz mein boli:

Rupa: Vaibhav, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Choro mujhe.

Main: Jo kaafi dino se mere mann kar raha tha karne ka.

Itne mein maine apna pant niche kiya, aur apna lund uski chut pe laga diya, aur andar bahar karne laga.

Rupa: Aaaah… Aah… ooo… aaah… Vaibhav, yeh galat hai. Koi sun lega… aur aapke mummy ko pata chalega toh woh bohot gussa karegi.

Main: Kaun batayega unhe? Aap toh batayengi nahi. Kyon ki agar aapko batana tha, toh ussi din aap bata deti jab aapne mujhe mera lund masalte hue dekha.

Us bich mujhe ahsaas hua woh mere ko manna ya phir haat ko nahi hatai; halanki, mera saath de rahi thi.

Tab maine apne lund ki tezi aur badha di. Isse woh chikh padi, aur dheere awaz mein boli:

Rupa: Uss din main aapka moosal sa lund dekh kar dang reh gayi thi, aur usi waqt mere mann mein khayal aaya ki lapak kar uspe chadh jau, aur uchal uchal kar apni chut ki pyaas bhujha loo. Par main ghabra ke waha se chali gayi, aur ghar jaa kar apni ungliyon se apni chut ki pyass mitane ka prayas ki, par main asfal rahi. Tab se main aapki iss lund se chudwane ke firak mein thi. Aaj aapne khud hi mera kaam asan kar diya, aur isliye main aaj jaldi aayi thi.

Yeh sunte hi main kuch der ke liye dang reh gaya. Phir, mere andar ek ajeeb urja ka vistar hua, aur pure sharir mein josh ki leher daud padi.

Main: Kya? Tum sach bol rahi ho? Aare, yeh sab baat chupaya nahi karte… agar ussi din tum mujhe apni mann ki baat bata deti, toh ab tak tumhari pyass bhujha chuka hota main.

Rupa: Aaah… aah… aah… Haa Vaibhav… mujhse galti ho gayi… ab se tumhari baat main yaad rakhungi. Ab chodo mujhe… mere chut ki pyass bujhao. Faad do meri fuddi ko aaj.

Maine us position mein uski farrate dar chudai kari.

Phir maine usko sidhe kiya, aur uski chuchiya masalna shuru kiya. Masalte masalte maine uski blouse ko bich se phad di. Uski nipples black colour ki thi, aur ekdam sakht hui padi thi. Phir maine uski saree aur petticoat nikali. Ab woh puri tarah se nangi hogayi thi.

Phir main uski chuchiyon ko choosne laga, aur apne ungliyon ko chut mein dal diya. Uski chut ekdam garam aur geeli thi. Aur main fingering karne laga. Woh siskiyaan bhar rahi thi, aur madhosh hui padi thi.

Kuch der baad, woh zor se cheekh padi, aur uski chut se paani ka fawara nikala aur uska sharir kaap utha.

Ab woh ghootno pe baithi, aur mera lund ko apne muh ke andar le liya, aur choosne lagi. Phir usne mere aandkosh ko choosa. Woh mere lund ko apne muh mein pura andar le rahi thi. Aisa toh meri girlfriend bhi nahi ki.

Maine bhi uska sirr padka; apne lund ke taraf khich kar pakde rkha kuch seconds. Kuch der baad, mera lund ekdam kadak ho gaya tha, aur main chutne hi wala tha. Toh woh aur zor zor se choosne lagi, aur maine apna sara maal uske muh mein hi chor diya.

Phir maine usko godh mein uthaya, aur sofe pe patak diya. Aur ab main ghootno pe baitha, aur uski thange failai, aur uski chut chatne laga. Ab woh phir se siskiyaan bhar rahi thi. Kaafi der tak maine uski chut chati. Phir maine apna lund uski gand ke ched pe rakha, aur halki raftar se andar bahar karne laga. Isse woh dard bhari siskiyaan bhar le rahi thi.

Phir kuch der baad maine uski chut pe apna lund dala, aur tezi se chudai ki. Poore kamre mein “chap chap” ki awaz gunj rahi thi. Aise karte karte maine usko godh mein utha liya, aur main khare khare usse chod raha tha. Aur woh apni chut mein lund liye mere sharir ke saath lipti hui thi. Ab main thaak gaya tha, itni moti gand utha kar.

Ab main sofa pe baitha, aur usko apne lund pe baithaya. Phir woh dheer dheer uchalna start ki, aur samay ke beetne ke saath saath uski uchalne ki raftar bhi badhti ja rahi thi. Tab main usko bola:

Main: Kyon Rupa… maza aa raha hai? Tumhari khwaish toh puri hogayi iss lund pe uchalne wali.

Rupa: Aahhh… aaah… aahh… oooo… Haa Vaibhav, bada maza aa raha hai… tumhara lund kaafi tagda hai. Aisa lund toh mere pati ka bhi nahi hai… waise bhi, woh toh meri zarurat hi nahi samajhta. Mera pati dusre shehar mein ek construction company kaam karta hai, aur mahino baad ghar aata hai chuttiyon pe. Isi wajah se meri chut mein chudai karne ki aag lagi rehti hai.

Main: Ab se main aapka chut ki aag bhujhaya karunga.

Phir maine Rupa ko peeth ke bal letaya, aur uspe chadh gaya, aur uski chut ki chudai karne laga. Itni mai woh kai bar jhad chuki thi, aur uski chut se rass beh raha tha. Isi dauran main uske chuchiyon choosta, aur daanton se kaat raha tha. Isse woh tadap uthi thi.

Kuch der isi prakar chudai kari uski. Tab main bola:

Main: Rupa, main phirse chutne wala hoon. Kya main apna maal tumhare andar chor du?

Rupa: Haa Vaibhav… mujhe kisi baat ka darr nahi, kyon ki maine apna nass bandi karwa li hai. Ab main maa nahi ban sakti.

Main: Kya? Yeh kab aur kyon kiya?

Rupa: Mere bete ki delivery ke baad mujhe kuch dikkat hogayi thi, toh doctor ne nas bandi kar di meri, jisse mere ko aag jake problem na ho.

Mere andar khushi ki lehar daur uthi yeh sunte hi. Ab nischint ho kar chudai kar sakta hoon. Kuch der aur chudai karne ke baad maine apna sara maal uski chut mein chor diya.

Phir woh apne ghootno pe baithi, aur mera lund choosne lagi, jispe mera aur uska dono ka rass laga hua tha. Kuch der baad, jab mera lund lachila sa ho gaya tha, tab usne mera lund uski chuchiyon ke bich rakha, aur ragad ne lagi. Toh iss prakar khatam hui humari chudai.

Jab tak mere parivar wale laut nahi aaye, humne us dauran har din chudai ki thi.

This story is about a 34-year-old married lady, Shalini. She is 5.6 feet tall, fair, slightly heavy build with big butts and breasts. She has been somewhat addicted to sex since the last 15 years.

She lost her virginity when she was 21 years old with her then-boyfriend in college. Encounters with her boyfriend were not regular as she stayed with her parents. So she masturbated regularly whenever possible in the privacy of her room and lived out her fantasies.

She got a job at a government bank when she was 22 and joined a branch in a tier 3 city in the same state. It was a small town. The nearest tier 2 city was 20 km away with good shopping and eating out options. Earning a salary gave her freedom and a sense of satisfaction.

But her sexual life went for a toss as her boyfriend moved to another city for higher studies. Their long-distance relationship was getting strained slowly.

She had her first sexual adventure almost 2 years after she joined the job, when she was around 24 years old. At that time, she was at the peak of her attractiveness. She was never very beautiful in a traditional sense. She was a bit too tall (5.6ft), a bit overweight (65 Kg) and thought too highly of herself.

Her attitude turned off most prospective boyfriends. But she had a kind of sexual attractiveness in her. Her figure was around 36C-32-38 then. She was used to dirty comments on her big butt from strangers.

One Friday evening, she got a call from Manish. Manish was actually a second cousin of her mother, and she used to call him Manish Mama. He was 39 years old at that time and worked as a sales representative. For work, he used to tour the entire state frequently.

Last year, he visited and took Shalini and her flatmate for a lunch treat. This time he said that he is free on Sunday and she should meet him for lunch. He was staying in the nearest city for sales meetings and asked her to come over. She reluctantly agreed, as saying no to meeting a relative was not an option.

That Sunday, around 11 AM, she took a bus to the city. She wore blue jeans with a long red kurti combined with a jacket to beat the early November winter. She thought she would do some shopping in the city before meeting Manish Mama for lunch.

But on the bus, she got a call from him to enquire when she was coming. On hearing that she is already on her way, Manish asked her to come directly to the hotel. They both will do some shopping before lunch. Shalini agreed as there was no option.

After getting off the bus stop, she took an auto to the hotel. It was a typical 2-star hotel. Manish was working in the company for many years but had not made much progress. He was still unmarried but thought of himself as a hero.

He spent most of his salary on frivolous things like the latest mobile and drinking with friends. He used to go to the gym frequently to build and show off his muscles. At the same time, his bad eating, drinking and lifestyle habits resulted in him having a pot belly and getting bald.

He was waiting in the lobby entrance when Shalini got out of the auto. He insisted on paying the auto fare. Shalini did not like it, but forced a smile and did small chit chat around the family. He said, “Ok, let’s go shopping now. As she is local here, she can guide.”

He insisted that he would gift her clothes, as he had not seen her for a long time. They went to a shopping centre and she started browsing some Kurtis. She selected 3, and he asked to try them one by one and show him. She trialled the first one and showed it to Manish, but it was too loose.

The next one was a short kurti. He asked her to turn and show her backside. Then asked her to walk and show. At that moment Shalini realised that he was staring at her ass constantly. She felt a bit disgusted. The third one was a good fit, and this time again, Shalini did the walking demo.

It has good white designs on pink material. The material was a bit thin, and there was no lining cloth. But they agreed on this one without wanting to waste more time. Manish made the payment as a gift. It was already 2:30 PM, and they hurriedly went to a restaurant for lunch.

They ordered a few dishes, and Manish also got himself a beer. He asked her to order a drink herself. Shalini replied that she did drink with friends, but her parents did not know. He laughed and said that then she should order and enjoy, as he would not report back to her parents.

She got a vodka peg with cold drinks. The drink relaxed them both a bit, and they started talking about other things in life. They repeated the drinks and ordered more food. It was almost 4:30 PM when they finished drinks and biriyani. Shalini wanted to leave as she wanted to catch the last bus to her town.

But Manish would not let her go without having her favourite dessert of ice cream gulab jamun combo. After dessert, Manish paid the bill again. They got into an auto and headed towards the bus stop. After enquiring, they found that the last bus left 10 minutes ago.

But there was another bus scheduled to go at 7:30 PM. Shalini thanked him for the gift and lunch and said she would wait at the bus stop. But Manish insisted that she wait in the hotel. There was no point in waiting alone at a dirty bus stop. She reluctantly agreed, and they again took an auto to the hotel.

The hotel room was basic with a queen bed, TV, one big sofa, a side table and an attached bathroom. Manish turned on the TV, and they started watching some Bollywood dance numbers while sitting on the sofa. He said he was ordering beer and asked if she wanted beer or wanted to continue with vodka.

She did not have a plan to drink more, but agreed to continue drinking vodka to pass the time. Manish ordered 2 beer bottles and a quarter vodka bottle from room service. It was promptly delivered in 5 minutes along with some complimentary peanuts and papad.

Shalini was a bit tipsy from the 2 pegs she had earlier, but was enjoying herself. He opened his beer and also made a peg for her. It was almost around 7 PM when Manish suggested that it would not be safe for her to go alone. He said that he will drop her off early tomorrow morning.

She will definitely not miss her office. He said he will book another room for her for the night. She did not see any harm in this as she was also a bit drunk and feeling lazy. She agreed, and Manish got really happy.

He said, “Let’s party tonight like friends.” They continued drinking and started singing along with the TV dance numbers. It was almost 8 PM. Manish picked up the telephone and dialled the reception to book another room for Shalini. The reception person said they are fully booked.

But can provide an additional mattress if required. Shalini got a bit upset and confused about the situation. But there was no other option but to stay the night in his room. Manish tried to cheer her up by saying that it’s good that they saved money and can use it to order more drinks.

Shalini still had half a bottle of vodka left. But Manish ordered another beer and some starters, main course and also Shalini’s favourite gulaab jamun. After the room service went, Manish went and locked the door. He said he was changing his dress and went to the bathroom.

He came back only in shorts and sat on the sofa. Shalini had a fascination for muscled men and could not help looking at his big, hairy chest and arm muscles. But his pot belly turned her off. They finished drinks and dinner, and both were quite drunk.

Manish suggested that they watch the Tumbbad movie, which was playing on one channel. He turned off the main light and got into bed, wrapped in a blanket. He asked her to come in. Shalini was hungry for sex since a long time, and she was no doubt turned on a bit.

She felt a little wet and warm between her legs. But she was not certain if Manish was interested. It was one of her fantasy to fuck with somebody other than her boyfriend in a OYO type hotel. In a way, Manish was a safer option than random guys, as she could still enjoy herself with almost no risk.

In a sudden move, Shalini said she also wanted to change into comfortable clothes. But as she did not bring any nightdress, she took off her jacket. Then she quietly also opened her jeans and kept them on the sofa. She was now in her red kurti, which was knee-length but had cuts on the side till the waist.

She walked into the bathroom, and Manish got a good side view of her milky thighs as she walked. Even her dark pink panties were visible from the side. She came back and then quietly got into bed under the blanket. The movie was playing, and there was sexual tension building up.

Shalini was still not 100% sure if Manish would make any move. Manish, of course, had his eyes on her for the last 2-3 years. It was a golden opportunity and he did not want to miss chance to fuck her. He slowly moved his feet and started touching her thighs from the side cut.

She did not react, so he got a bit bolder. He imagined her big ass while slowly rubbing her thighs and got real hard. Then Shalini did something unthinkable. She got up from bed, opened her kurti and threw it onto the sofa with her other clothes.

Manish saw her for the first time in just her bra and panties. The dim light and TV light were sufficient to view her figure. She was in a black bra and dark pink panties. Her big firm boobs and big ass were her biggest attraction.

She again quickly got inside the blanket, put her finger on her lips and said just 3 words. Don’t tell anybody.

That was all Manish needed to hear. The drinks and her horniness had overtaken all her senses. Manish could no longer control himself and started kissing her. She stopped him after a few long, deep kisses, got up from bed and walked towards the table while trying to walk in a sexy way.

She got the bowl of gulab jamun from the table and put one in her mouth. Manish understood her gesture. They both started exchanging the gulab jamun while kissing passionately.

Manish unbuckled her bra while kissing her and threw it away. Her breasts spellbound Manish. They were big and firm. Her breasts were in the best shape at age 24. Manish started kissing them and playing with his tongue on her nipples. She was embracing him and moaning slightly.

He slowly moved down and started playing with her panties’ elastic. He wanted to tease her more, so he kept her panties on. He got on top of her and started kissing and biting her lips, neck and breasts. Shalini was in seventh heaven. She closed her eyes and was just enjoying.

She put her hand inside his shorts and found his hard cock. She pulled his foreskin behind and started jerking him. She was almost in a state of trance and whispered him to fuck her. Manish removed his shorts and then slowly rolled her panties down her legs and pulled them down fully.

She had a bit of hair in her pussy and she was very wet and hot. He gently flicked his fingers over her wet clitoris, and she moaned. From the wetness, he knew that she was ready fully. Shalini immediately opened her legs wide, inviting him. He thought of getting a condom from the wardrobe.

But then he thought, why not give her raw and buy her a pill the next day? This thought made him more horny and he got on top of her. He held both her hands with his hands above her head, while kissing and biting her all around. His cock entered her and he felt her warmth and wetness.

He would have never got a chance with a girl like her at his age. He felt like fucking a princess. He was pumping her slowly, and she was matching his rhythm for the next 10 minutes. His pubic hair brushing against her clitoris made her mad.

He thought of taking her to the sofa and try another position to satisfy his fascination for her ass. But her pussy contracted and she orgasmed at that exact time. His could not control and cummed heavily. It was his best orgasm in years.

She kissed him passionately and almost fell asleep from exhaustion and the alcohol effect. He slowly pulled his semi erected cock out. He still felt a bit horny and thought he could do her another round after sometime. But she seemed to be almost asleep.

He contended himself. Getting to fuck her was already too good. If he plays well, he could get many chances in future. His cock was wet with his cum and her juices. He found her panties on the bed and naughtily cleaned his cock with it. He then threw it away and hugged her.

He pulled and turned her towards him and let her keep her head on his arm as a pillow. The other hand he kept on her ass. He put on an alarm for 4 AM, pulled the blanket over them, and they slept like lovers.

Kajal – my beautiful mom
Leena – my sexy sister
Bhavya – my sister’s boyfriend. Who fucked my sister a couple of times.
Vinod – my father. Who fucked my mother a couple of times to give me birth.
Aniket – my best friend
Dikshit – that’s my name.

My friend was at my house for a night stay. As nobody was at home, I invited him to keep me company for the night. He is my childhood friend. His name is Aniket, and my family knows him very well. Sometimes my mom punches him on his shoulder or back as a joke. He is so friendly with my mom.

We were talking about a lot of things on the bed and couldn’t sleep. We started watching a movie on my laptop; it was around 10 o’clock. Then his girlfriend’s call came. He left my room to talk to her. As it was dark, and my mom’s room was closer, I advised him to go into my mom’s room instead of the hall.

My mom’s room is right beside mine. I turned on the light for him in my mom’s room. He asked me for earphones, so I advised him to check the drawer (I was in the washroom). He checked my mom’s room drawer and found dildos and a vibrator.

He talked on the call for the next 10 minutes. Then he asked me to open my mom’s room drawer. I got embarrassed. He laughed too loud.
After half an hour, he apologized to me. But I myself burst into laughter.
Well, we were trying to sleep. He asked me a question.

Aniket: Have you ever seen, while aunty was using it?
Me: Nope.
Aniket: I’m sorry, she is beautiful. She might have some urges and needs. Doesn’t she go to meet uncle? Or doesn’t uncle come frequently?

Me: There are crises in the government medical services department. He even works overtime to improve his department’s services.
Aniket: Uncle’s doing a fabulous job. But aunty has needs.
Me: This is not our business.

Aniket: Do you mind if I say something?
Me: Sure.
Aniket: Aunty is very beautiful at this age. Since childhood, I’ve always had a fantasy about your mom.
Me: Shut up. (With a small glimpse of laughter).
Aniket: I even love aunty’s cleavage.
I was speechless and asked him to shut up in a loud voice.
Aniket: Let me show you my girlfriend’s cleavage.
He turned on the light, and he showed me his girlfriend’s picture in her bra. I enjoyed that.

His girlfriend’s name is Shivani. She is hot. I requested him to show more.
He showed me. Then I asked him to show her completely naked if he has any.
He said he trusts me, he’ll show me. But he put a condition that I be okay if he wants to share his thoughts about my mom.

I hesitated to answer him. Then he asked me if I wanted to have a sex chat with his girlfriend. He gave me his phone.
I sexted with his girlfriend Shivani. She thought I was Aniket, and I enjoyed a good sex chat with her. She even shared her nudes as she thought it was her boyfriend on the other side. I fapped to it.

After that, I was in a good mood, and I answered him okay. He can talk about anything about my mom.
He asked me, if I have seen my mom naked, as his first question.

Hi, my name is Dikshit, and my mom’s name is Kajal. My mom is 45 years old, a very beautiful lady. She looks pretty young, and she is very beautiful. My friend loves her cleavage. And many in our colony check out her ass. Her cleavage is only visible at home.

She wears salwar kameez. Her dupatta covers her cleavage outside the house. It’s very rare that her cleavage has been enjoyed by neighbors. But my friends who visit my house, they enjoy her boobs and want to grab them.

My sister’s name is Leena. She is 22 years old. She has a really beautiful ass; everyone checks her out in her tight jeans.I feel like she is dating someone, but she is very confidential about her private life. But I heard from someone that her boyfriend’s name is Bhavya. And he fucked my sister a couple of times.

Bhavya and my sister make out in an empty classroom after class is over. Even my sister has given him a blowjob and handjob in class. He sucked my sister’s boobs in class. She sat on his lap, and he kissed my sister’s lips.
Bhavya told everything to his friend Rahul. Rahul told someone else, and now it’s a rumor in college about my sister.

My sister and I are in the same college. Many dudes want to fuck my sister in college. But she’s shown loyalty to Bhavya only and takes off her clothes for Bhavya, letting him fuck her in doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, or in many other positions.
But after three years of relationship and a good physical relationship, when Bhavya passed out from college and started his job and got a little busy, my sister found another boyfriend.

I’ll talk about my sister in another story. The main character of this story is my mom, Kajal.Well, I promised my friend that I’ll discuss every thought about my mom. In return, he showed me his girlfriend’s nudes and let me have a sex chat with her on his behalf.

He asked me very dirty questions about my mom.
Aniket: Have you seen your mom naked?

Me: Yes, Aniket, sometimes she doesn’t close the bathroom door. As the bathroom has a lot of humidity sometimes, I’ve seen her semi-naked or partially naked. Her butts or boobs from the side. But I haven’t seen her glorious nude, like her vagina or butthole, or butts up close.

Aniket: Do you think your mom can cheat on your father as she is horny and beautiful, and your father is not fucking her? Many people want to bang her as she is hot.
Me: Probably not. If she wanted, she would have done that. I don’t think she is doing it. As we saw the dildo, she satisfies herself without another man.Aniket: Do you enjoy the cleavage of your mom?

Me: Sometimes, yes, she has beautiful boob cleavage. And I’ve seen more than you. I’ve seen deeper cleavage; many times she bends in front of me. I love that, I enjoy that. I want to watch it again and again. But she is my mother, so I don’t think much vulgar about my mom. Just enjoy the wild moment for a few seconds or minutes.

Aniket: Do you wish to grab them or suck them?
Me: I just enjoy watching.

Aniket: Really, dude, you enjoyed your mom’s cleavage, how wild you are.
Me: Dude, I know the morality. And I have hormones; my hormones make me feel enjoyment when I see any woman’s vital sexual parts. Even my mom’s sexual organs, like her ass, boobs.

It feels pleasurable, but I also feel guilty the moment I think anything sexual like incest regarding my mom or sister.
Aniket: Will you enjoy it if you find your mom naked on her bed and someone’s cock in her vagina in doggy style?
Me: I’ll enjoy it.
Aniket: Do you want to bang your mom?
Me: Absolutely not.
Aniket: Me too, same.

Aniket showed me a small clip of his mom with his father’s friend, and I was shocked.
Now I have multiple questions to ask him. But he said he enjoyed watching that clip of his mom. She has an affair with his uncle. His father fucks his mom, but she’s still cheating on him behind his back.
I took out my dick and started a handjob looking at his mom’s clip.
He laughed.

Aniket: Damn, dude, you enjoyed it. Let me show you more.
He showed me more. I came in front of him.
After that, he requested me to give him my mom’s undergarments and her photos where she was looking beautiful.

I did the favor. I gave him many photos of my mom. A few of her photos have cleavage visibility.
He wrapped his dick in my mom’s panty while sniffing my mom’s bra and watching my mom’s pictures (which I was scrolling for him). He ejaculated.
Then we slept very well.

i guess, i just given an introduction only. The stories could be begin from next part. If you want me to write next part. Please give me feedback on [email protected]. or follow me on Instagram at sunny_ahuja88.

Hello everyone, I am Shreyash (name changed), a 22-year-old IT employee. I just finished college and shifted to Bengaluru.Before the story, let me tell you about myself. I am a skinny guy with a small dick.

I was provided with a stay by my company for 14 days. The day I entered the hotel, it was just like a rich vibe for me, as it was my first 5-star experience. I moved to my room, and after I stayed there for 5 days.

I always have dreamed of wearing girls panties and a bra and sleeping the whole night in them but was not able to do it, as I don’t have this type of privacy anywhere. I instantly ordered a set of 3 panties and 2 bras for me. I wore it, and the room was with glasses.

I opened the curtain and went to sleep after masturbating. As it was going to be the weekend, I thought of wearing it for two days. Then at night around 11, I woke up and thought of ordering something for me. As soon as the delivery guy reached the downstairs, I wore a T-shirt with pants on over the bra and panty.

But I was not sure whether anyone could recognize me. I was returning after taking food, but my room card fell in the lift. I bend forward to take it. There was a lady in the lift; she somehow notices the panty and bra straps that become visible when I turn around.

Luckily she was on the same floor as her room after leaving one room.She gave a wicked smile and commented, Nice choice. I got some fear. Then I moved towards my room, and then she asked, Am I a cross-dresser? I don’t know why I thought this was a chance to be someone’s slave.

I said yes and also added a slave too.She then smiled and asked if I had served someone. I said yes, as I had served my ex-girlfriend.So she asked me to come to her room. As soon as I entered the room. She asked me to be only in a bra and panties. I did it.

She called one of her friends in Bengaluru and told her about me. She came after an hour with some BDSM tools there. Till then she asked me to sit and eat like a dog. I did that. Then her friend came.Let me explain about both of them. They both were gorgeous and tall.

One was the same height as me, 5’7”, and another was 5’9”, and both were gym girls and very fair. They had great biceps and back and thick thighs like a muscle mommy.I was looking like a child in front of her. Later came to know they were part of their college weightlifting team.

They had sexy boobs; anyone would think of her. They were super cute but dominant.As soon as her other friend came, she hit me in the balls because I didn’t greet her. I just lay down on the floor because it hurt so much, and she had her heel on my face and asked me to do it.

She spat on me and asked me to swallow.Then they asked about my kink, so I told them no limit, and they started laughing and told me I was going to cry for the next two days.They opened their clothes and were in a bra and panties only.

They told me that generally people tend to say they are there when they don’t cum, so they asked me to pull my foreskin off my dick and start to cum. I did, and I masturbated till I came, and when I stopped, she again hit me in the balls, but this time, by reflex, I moved backward.

Then they blindfolded me and asked me to stroke as they forced me to do this 4 times until I masturbated, and when I stopped, they hit me every time in the balls. My dick had pain along with my balls. They were laughing when they removed the blindfold. They asked me to lick the cum.

I did, but it was very humiliating.Then they took out the butt plug and inserted it into the ass. It was the first time, and it was painful, but later I started enjoying it. Then they asked to lick their feet clean. They were watching a movie, and I licked their feet for 2 hours.

Then they told me to lick their heel for another 1 hour. I was licking it while sitting in the corner. I cleaned it all, but it was too humiliating, but I enjoyed it. Then they made me lie on the bed, and they forcibly inserted a leg in my mouth and enjoyed it.

After that they wanted to sleep, so they told me to come to the washroom and drink their piss. It was my first time so many drops fell down, so the other lady, the shorter one, came and hit me in the balls. They were angry, and one of them held me, and another was continuously hitting me, and then she told me to lay down.

Now the taller girl started to squeeze my ball, and the shorter one was pissing in my mouth, and they told me even a single drop falling would be a very big problem for me.Now after that, they told me to wash myself, take a bath, and come.

I did, and when I reached them, they tied my hands and feet and applied clamps to my whole body, and they had their panty socks soaked in their sweat. They inserted that in my mouth and replaced the butt plug with a dildo, and they went to sleep and asked me to sleep between them.

They slept for 6 hours, and to be more honest, my ass, dick. And balls, everything was painful, even the nipple and skin, everything. They took me with her and pissed in my mouth again. It was hot and very thick, as it was morning piss. Then they offered me food after one hour, but the chewed one.

They decided to peg me then, and then they pegged me for one hour in different poses and also slapped me. But I enjoyed it very much even after that pain. They did these things to me till Sunday.They made me dance in a saree and a suit. They ballbusted many times, and I was in pain.

But on Sunday they were happy with me, so they asked me if I would let them shit on my face; she would give me some gift, but I denied it, as shitting would be very dirty for me. They got angry and tied me up, and they hit me too much in the balls.

They busted my balls at least 50 times, and then they forced me to stay in that position, and they shit on my face and cleaned everything. I did it, and also they were very angry but got happy when I did it, as I would get a gift if I did. So I told them a lie: that if I obeyed straight, they would not hit me.

So they were happy, and they let me fuck her. I sucked their boobs and licked the vagina very much, but they had been doing these things with each other for the last two days in front of me, and then I chose the longer one to fuck. They made me wear a condom.

As soon as I inserted it into her, she didn’t moan and humiliate me with a small dick, and the other, shorter one put a 9-inch dildo in my ass. I started crying, and they told me to fuck her for 30 min., and if I would not, then they would insert a rod in my dick, so I started doing it.

But I was also pegged for 30 min., and she was enjoying it, but I had too much pain, but after 5 min. I started enjoying it. When I started enjoying it, they also started hitting me in the balls, and then I did the same with the shorter girl, so they were happy.

Then they asked me to sleep with them like a couple and not a slave. I then fucked them many times that day and sucked nipples and French kissed. Also, they choked me between their thighs many times and all.That’s my real story. Hope you liked it.

I stay in Bengaluru now.
If you want me to be your slave, kindly mail me at [email protected]

Hello, Everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 7 (Vulnerable Vows); this story happened in the year 2012. Meenu, my cousin, trapped in a quiet marriage, opens her bisexual door. With Priya’s boldness and my own quiet push, Meenu finds sexual pleasure.

Continued..!

The next morning, I got all freshened up, fixing my hair, jeans clinging right, and tee knotted just above the waist. I’m dropping Meenu Didi at her place.

Ma sat cross-legged, eyes closed; Meenu knelt beside her, stiff; she looked up as I entered. For a second, her eyes locked on mine, wide, unblinking, Guilt, unmistakable.

Me: “You’re up early, Meenu didi.” She didn’t answer; she just adjusted her posture and kept her gaze low.

Ma handed over the silver-wrapped gift with her usual warmth. Meenu forced a smile, her fingers clutching the edge of the sari box. I stood just behind her, watching the way her eyes flitted.

Me: “Looking for Geet?” She didn’t respond, just walked ahead toward the porch.

Meenu had insisted on driving, her grip tight on the wheel. I slid into the passenger seat, folding my arms and watching her.

Me: “You okay?” She exhaled, eyes fixed ahead. The car moved steadily down the old Pune roads.

Meenu: “What happened last night… it was amazing. I’m grateful to you and Geet.” She wasn’t blushing. She wasn’t smiling either.

Meenu: “But I’m not ready, Anu. To explore anything more. With women, I… I don’t think I’m built to make love. Not like you.” I swallowed hard. I needed to understand Meenu’s sexual preference.

Me: “Meenu didi… when Geet and I kissed you and Geet licked your pussy, how did it feel? I mean, really feel?” She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

Meenu: “It felt… different. Gentle. Curious. Like Geet and you wanted me to feel good.”

Me: “And did you?” She didn’t answer immediately. Her jaw tensed, her eyes fixed on the road.

Meenu: “I don’t know. Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to get fucked, get licked in my pussy. But wanting doesn’t mean I can be that kind of woman.” I leaned back into the seat, letting my voice soften.

Me: “If you don’t open up to new possibilities, you’ll sink into something darker.” Meenu glanced at me, quickly, then back to the road. Her silence wasn’t a denial. It was fear.

Me: “Be with women without your husband’s knowledge. Safe. Desired. But don’t bury those desires under shoulds and shame.” She blinked a few times, faster than usual.

Meenu: “It’s not that easy, Anu. I have a husband. A family. A label.” She didn’t reply. But she didn’t look away, either.

Me: “Then let’s test it. See if you can have sex with a woman, without the fear, just the fun.” Meenu’s brow furrowed.

Me: “Let yourself exist outside the box for once.” She hesitated, but then nodded, cautious, curious. I pulled out my phone, thumb typing across the keyboard.

Me: “Hey Priya. You home? I’m coming over, and I’m not alone.” Priya’s laugh crackled on the other end. I ended the call and looked at Meenu.

Me: “Okay, listen. Priya’s… fun. Hot. She and I, well, we’ve been sucking each other a lot. But right now, she’s craving someone mature woman like you.” Meenu raised an eyebrow.

Me: “I’m going to introduce you as a friend from my mom’s tea club, as a lesbian. That gives you control. Mystery.” Meenu looked unsure, brushing her hand against her lips.

Meenu: “So I lie?” She gave a small nod, equal parts confused and confident. Soon, we reached Priya’s house.

Priya’s door swung open before I could knock. She wore a loose tank and cotton shorts, barefoot, casual but alluring.

Priya: “Finally. I was getting bored with myself.” She grinned but paused when her eyes landed on Meenu. There was a flicker, curiosity, interest, maybe even challenge.

Me: “Priya, this is Meenu ji. She’s from my mom’s tea club… knows her way around naughty girls like us.” Meenu gave a polite smile, stepping into the house.

The place smelled of incense and fabric softener—familiar and strange all at once. Her eyes scanned the modest room, landing briefly on a painting of Krishna and Radha.

Meenu: “My childhood home used to feel like this… before everything got upgraded.” Priya leaned on the doorway, arms crossed, letting her boobs push up a bit.

Priya: “So… Meenu ji. Club friends with Anu’s mom, huh? That must mean you’re rich too.” Priya got a bit nervous seeing a mature woman.

Meenu: “Only the naughty kind.” I settled on the edge of the couch.

Priya: “I’ve never been with someone mature woman. Always wondered if it’d be calmer. Or crazier.” Priya laughed, but her eyes flicked to Meenu’s again, lingering on Meenu’s body.

Meenu: “You know Priya, younger women always assume we’re gentle. It’s sweet… until they find out we’re not, I’m totally submissive with younger women.” Priya blinked, her smile curving into something darker.

Meenu: “I’m experienced enough to let you use me like a doll.” Priya bit her lip and actually blushed. I sipped my drink, hiding my grin. Priya sat forward, resting her elbow on her knee, trying not to let the nerves show.

Priya: “So… Meenu ji. If you’re so experienced, how exactly do you like to fuck a woman?” Meenu paused. Too long.

Meenu: “I like… when they squeeze.. smile. And, uh, when they lick softly.” Priya blinked. I pinched my thigh to stop laughing.

Me: “Smooth, Meenu ji. Real seductress.” Meenu threw me a glare, cheeks pink.

Meenu: “Shut up, Anu. I’m just, warming up.” Priya tilted her head. She was catching on, but instead of pulling back, she smirked.

Priya: “You know, Meenu ji, Anu used to hate how I kissed her cleanly shaved pussy while class happing. Said it made her lose all her clever words.”

Me: “Priya, seriously bitch?” I shot her a glare, but my smile betrayed me.

Priya: “What? It’s true. You used to melt like ghee after orgasm” Meenu looked between us, amused, intrigued.

Meenu: “Oh? I didn’t know Anu had a melting point after her orgasm” I covered my face with my hands. Priya stood and slid onto Meenu’s thighs.

Meenu froze, back stiff, breath caught. Her eyes darted to me like I might pull the Priya. I didn’t.

Priya: “Relax ji,” she murmured, one hand resting just above Meenu’s shoulder, “You’re not wet, are you?” Meenu didn’t speak, but I saw a flicker of panic, followed by quiet. Surrender.

Meenu: “I didn’t expect this move.” She adjusted slightly, resting her hands lightly on Priya’s waist.

Priya: “You haven’t seen my best move yet, Ji.” Priya brushed a strand of Meenu’s hair back, her fingers trailing down her cheek. Their eyes locked.

She didn’t wait for words. She leaned in, soft but sure, and kissed Meenu on her lips. Not wild. Not playful. Just… present.

Meenu trembled, barely, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands rose, fingers cupping Priya’s face. She kissed back. Slower, fuller.

Meenu didn’t speak, she looked at me with a kind of quiet certainty, eyes glowing, boobs rising with slow, full breaths.

Then she gave me the smallest nod. Confident. Committed.
But Priya blinked, confused, still half lost in the moment. She turned

Me: “Come. Just a minute.” I took Priya’s hand and led her inside, kissing her wildly, in the narrow hallway near the bedroom. The air was cooler there. Still.

Meenu sat quietly in the living room, her lips parted with a soft smile, yet her pussy stayed wet, resting between her knees.

I stepped back into the hall; Meenu looked up, and I walked to her, my smile barely held back. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned in and kissed her lips; we sucked each other lips longer than a moment.

Me: “You sure you want to join us in the bedroom?” Meenu held my hand and placed it on her panty, soft, a little wet still.

Meenu: “I’m ready.” We both entered the bedroom. The door creaked gently as we entered.

Priya was already on the bed, butt naked; her nipples were erect, her milky white boobs jiggling as she moved, her clean shaved pussy with little hair; she raised one knee up, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

Meenu paused at the doorway, her eyes scanning Priya’s naked body, the soft lighting from the window, and the shift in the atmosphere.

I let my jeans slip from my legs, loose and open, moving toward Meenu in my bra and panties.
Me: “Let me help you get comfortable—” But she’d already begun undressing.

Meenu’s fingers moved to her dupatta, sliding it off. She unhooked the first clasp on her kurta. She didn’t need help. She was already there in her panties.

Priya’s grin faltered. Her eyes darted from Meenu’s quiet poise to me, then back again. She sat up straighter, adjusting her hair back and clearing her throat.

Priya’s eyes flicker, seeing Meenu in just purple panties; Meenu walks over slowly. Then she sat beside Priya, close enough to feel, touching each other’s skin.

Meenu: “You don’t have to lead the sex. You don’t have to pleasure me. Just… be here with me. That’s more than enough.” Priya smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes; Priya was staring at Meenu’s huge 34D-sized boobs.

I stepped closer and removed my bra and panties, perched at the edge of the bed, and ran my fingers through Priya’s hair, calming.

Me: “Priya Be Meenu’s husband tonight. The kind she gets fucked with, Strong, tender. Curious. Giving.” Priya blinked, sitting up straighter.

I leaned in toward Priya first; I kissed her like I always had, deep, grounding, just enough to remind me of our kinky relationship. Then I turned to Meenu.

She welcomed me. Our kiss was different, new, slower, and full of passion. Her hand slid to my boobs, fingers tightening slightly on my nipples. When I pulled back, I didn’t say a word.

Priya and Meenu’s eyes met. Something passed between them, hesitation, curiosity, and something softer, quieter.
Then they leaned in and started to kiss each other.

Meenu let her hands follow instinct on Priya’s boobs and Priya, on the other hand, had sucking Meenu’s lips very wild.

She leaned into Meenu’s neck, kissing back to back without letting Meenu take a breath, which made Meenu close her eyes and exhale, deep and shaky.

I stayed close, watching them and squeezing both my boobs softly; Priya’s hands mapped new pussy, how Meenu, bit by bit, responded more from desire than performance.

Priya slid off the bed with surprising grace. She walked to her wardrobe, fingers trailing along its edge before opening a shoe box.

Priya: “If I’m going to fuck Meenu I will do this right… ”
She picked out something deep maroon and minimal, both bold and elegant, with a well-crafted Bkack Strap-on.

Meenu sat on the bed, her posture softening. Her lips parted slightly with nervousness.

Me: “You okay?” Meenu nodded without looking at me.

Meenu: “I want to feel that in my pussy… like I always dreamed of.” Priya turned, holding the Strap-on in her hand.

Priya: “Help me Anu?” She turned her back turned to me as she held up the Strap-on against her pussy. I adjusted the belt to tight and fit.

Priya kiss me again for my help. Behind us, Meenu sat still on the edge of the bed, knees drawn together, fingers fidgeting in her pussy.

Meenu: “It’s been 4 years… my husband even tried. I’m not sure I remember how to… receive this in my pussy.”

Me: “Just feel this Strap-on rubbing your pussy walls.” I moved toward her, gently cupping her face.

Meenu eased herself back, her legs parting slightly, like a door left ajar finally about to open. I knelt beside her, one hand cupping her face and kissing on her lips. My thumb traced her erected nipples.

Priya climbed back onto the bed, eyes locked on Meenu’s pussy. She leaned in, kissed Meenu’s pussy. Then,she positioned Strap-on right where Meenu’s pussy is.

Meenu’s fingers dug lightly into the bedsheet, her body arching slightly as she felt the Strap-on pushing in her pussyit.

Meenu: “Anu…” For the first time in years, she really felt something driving in her pussy. Tears welled at the corners of Meenu’s eyes.

I leaned in, brushing a kiss to her nipples and licking, then to her lips, slow. Below, Priya moved with focus, tuned in completely to Meenu’s juicy pussy, in every push.

Meenu’s fingers found my boobs, squeezing them tight. Priya didn’t pause, kept banging harder and deeper for every push.

Meenu’s body started trembled too much, too fast, too intense after all these years of holding her sexual desires. Meenu’s hips shifting as if unsure whether to pull away or sink deeper into it.

Meenu’s back arched suddenly, a sharp inhale cutting the silence. Still, Priya didn’t let up.

Meenu: “A-Anu… Stop Priya…!” I leaned in closer, she got her orgasm. Priya slowed, removed the Strap-on completely, pressed one last kiss to Meenu’s pussy lips, then gently climbed up, brushing a kiss to Meenu’s lips.

Priya: “You were beautiful Meenu ji.” Meenu exhaled shakily, her eyes still glassy. Her fingers draped lazily over her wet pussy, her eyes half-lidded.

Priya looked over at me, She held up the Strap-on, tilting her head with a teasing grin.

Priya: “Want your turn, madam?” I laughed under my breath, shaking my head.

Me: “Tonight was for her.” Priya rolled her eyes playfully and pull Strap-on belts. We three slipped under the same sheet naked, sweety, limbs tangled, skin warm against skin.

After a short nap tangled together, Meenu stirred first. I helped her sit up, brushing the hair, and we quietly began slipping into our clothes. Priya stood by the doorway, just wearing a panty, leaning casually hands behind her.

Meenu: “Thank you… both of you. For letting me be fucked like that.” She reached for her purse, then paused, glancing between us.

Meenu: “You two should come Abroad. Clean slate, less noise. You’ll all figure more out.” I looked at Priya. She raised an eyebrow.

A life without constant judgment. Without whispered assumptions. Without having to explain myself every time I wanted to feel something real.

The idea of leaving to abroad didn’t feel like running anymore. It felt like becoming something else.

To be continued…