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Hi doston,

Yeh kahani meri aur mere dost ki badi behan ki hai. Pehle thoda sa background bata deta hun. Mera naam Anshul hai aur mein Noida mein job karta hun as a software engineer.

Yeh ek dum sach kahani hai jo mere saath takriban 3 saal pehle hui thi. Mera ek dost hai Nitin aur uski badi behan hai Neha. Neha se mera itna interaction nahi tha kabhi bhi, par Nitin se kafi achi dosti thi, ghar par ana jana laga reheta tha.

Ab sida story par ata hun. Neha aur mein ek dusre ko by face jante the, kabhi hi, hello ke alwa baat aage badi nahi, par Neha dhekne mein kafi sundar thi.

Ek din mein Noida sector 18 ke mall mein ghum raha tha, mall se nikalte time meri nazar ek couple par padi jo kafi close bhete hue the, mujhe uska face thoda phechana hua sa laga, thoda observe kia toh woh Neha thi, aur koi ladka uske boobs daba raha tha.

Aur Neha apni nazar idhar-udhar kar rahi thi. Shayad uski nazaar thi ki unhe koi dhek na le. Thodi der baad Neha aur mera eye contact hua aur mein wahan se chup-chap nikal gaya.

Fir thode din baad jab mein dost ke ghar gya, tab Neha aur mera fir eye contact hua. Neha chup ho gai thi mujhe dhek kar, aur andar chali gayi. Mein apne dost se mila aur ghar wapas nikal gaya.

Achanak se raatse mein Neha ne mujhe piche se awaj lagai, aur usne kha, “Please Nitin ko kuch mat bolna.” Meine kha, “Main nahi bolunga, aur tumhari life hai jaisa chaho waisa karo.”

Yeh pehli baar hua tha ki humne kuch baat ki, fir ek din Neha mujhe market mein mili aur humne baaton mein numbers exchange kar liye. Thode din normal chat hui, uske baad Neha ne pucha us din tum mall mein kiske saath the.

Anshul – Office ki colleague thi.
Neha – Pakha?
Anshul – Haan, kyun kya hua?
Neha – Tumhari GF nahi thi who?
Anshul – Nahi, main single hun, relation mein pehle tha par ab single hun.
Neha – Ok.

Anshul – Uss din tumhe kaisa feel ho raha tha?
Neha – Feel matlab?
Anshul – Maine dheka uska haath kahan par tha.

Thodi der tak uska response nahi aya. Fir achanak se msg aya, “Yaar please, uss din wali baat kisko mat batana. Woh mera BF hai.

Anshul – Nahi bataunga, par feel kaisa hua?
Neha – Jaisa hona chaiye.
Anshul – Bas baat wahi tak hai ya aage bhi kuch kia hai, tum logo mein?
Neha – Tumne aaj tak kuch kia hai? ya virgin ho, pehle batao.
Anshul – Ek baar hua tha, dost ki shaadi mein. Ab tum batao.

Neha – Haan, maine bhi sab kia hai.
Anshul – Kitni baar?
Neha – 3 baar.
Anshul – Kahan par?
Neha – Do baar uske ghar par koi nahi tha, aur ek baar jab tum aur Nitin ghar se nikale hi the, toh humne qucikie kia tha mere ghar par.

Aise karte karte hum close ho gaye. Thode din baad uska break up ho gaya kyunki Neha ki shaadi fix ho gai kissi aur ke saath. Neha upset thi, aur mujhse baatein share karti thi. Neha kheti thi uska bada maan hota hai yaar sex karne ka.

Anshul – Kya hum mil sakte hai ghar ke bahar kahin, ghar par shaadi ka mauhal hai.

Neha apne bhai ke saath card dene ayi ghar par. Nitin meri mummy se baat kar raha tha, unko invite kar raha tha.

Neha – Aunty washroom kahan hai?
Anshul – Uss room mein hai.

Mummy kheti jai, “Ja light on karde aur Neha ko washroom ka raasta dhikha de. Neha aur main jane lage. Dusre room mein jate hi Neha ko pakad liya aur kiss kiya. Neha saath nahi de rhi thi. Maine chod dia kyunki Nitin aur mummy dusre room mein the.

Neha ko washroom ka raasta dhikha kar, aur light on karke wapas aa gya. Neha washroon use karke wapas ayi, aur fir woh ghar chali gai. Fir na humne mauka mila, aur na kuch hua. Neha ki shaadi ho gai thode din baad mein.

Nitin ke ghar gaya toh Neha mili, uss time ghar par sab the. Neha aur mera eye contact hua. Neha udaas thi. Maine Nitin se baat ki, pata chala uske husband bahar Pune ja rahe the, 3 mahine ke liye aur Neha ko chodne aye hai.

Mein kush tha par Neha udaas thi, uss din raat ko maine fir se Neha ko message kia, aur normal baatein hui, dheere-dheere thode din mein sab wahin aa gaya jahan tha. Sex chat shuru ho chuki thi hum dono ke beech.

Ab hum dono mein aag lagi hui thi but mauka nahi mil raha tha, fir ek din Neha ki mummy aur meri mummy apas mein baat kar rhe the humari gali mein. Neha aur mera ghar aamne-samne tha, maine Neha ko call kia aur usko uske room mein aane ke liye kha.

Neha se maine kha, “Tum kuch kahun toh karogi?” Usne kha, “Kya?” Maine kaha, “Pehle batao haan ya na?”
Anshul – Apni window open karo.
Neha – Kyun?
Anshul – Karo toh sahi.

Neha window open karti hai, aur usse mein dhikta hun. Neha aur mera ghar aamne-samne tha but woh kamra mere parents ka tha.

Anshul – Piche ho jao taki kiski nazaar na pade.
Neha piche hone lagi aur mein bhi.
Anshul – Apne boobs dabao.
Neha – Tum pagal ho.
Anshul – Please jaisa khe raha hun waise karo.
Neha apne boobs daba rahi hoti hai.

Maine isse green signal samja, aur Neha se kaha, “Apne door lock kar lo aaj bahut kuch hone wala hai. Neha smile karte hue door lock kar deti hai. Jab woh wapas aati hai tab mein apne shorts mein aa chuka hota hun aur mera lund mera haath mein hota hai. Neha hairan hoti hai.

Anshul – Saath do mera apne husan ke darshan karwa do.
Neha – Nahi.
Anshul – Yaar please, bas ek baar.

Neha jaise-taise manti hai, aur dheere dheere apne sab kapde utar ti hai.

Anshul – Apni chut mein ungli daalo.
Neha iss baar bina kuch khe karti hai. Yahan mein apne lund ko upar niche karne lagta hun.

Hum dono itne madhosh ho jate hai ki uski chut aur mere lund ke pani nikal jata hai. Hum dono kushi aur thodi bahut satisfaction se acha feel kar rahe hote hai. Neha jane lagti hai apr mein rok leta hun aur humari baatein hoti hai aur plan banate hai yeh sab aage kaise pratcially kar payenge.

Ek din Neha, Nitin ko ghar se kaam kahin bhej deti hai aur uski mummy aur meri mummy dono kahin saath bahar gai hoti hai yeh humara plan tha. Mein chup-chap Neha ke ghar mein jata hun, toh Neha kitchen mein thi.

Maine confirm kia Nitin ke baarmein mein. Usne kha, “Maine use bhej dia hai aur baki sab ghar ke bahar gaye hai.” Neha aur mein ek dusre se normal baat kar rahe the. Humari pyaas aankhon se dhik rahi thi.

Fir mein aage bada Neha ko kiss kia. Neha ne koi response nahi dia. Hum dono ki saas tej-tej chal rahi hoti hai. Aur hum dono ek dusre ke karib hote hai. Maine Neha ko fir kiss kia, iss baar usne pura saath dia. Dheere-dheere mere haath uski kamar par chale jata hai. Neha mere baalon mein haath pher rahi thi.

Maine der na karte hue uski salwar ki knot open ki, aur chut rub karne laga, mujhe pata tha time kam hai. Neha ne mera lund bahar nikal lia, aur usse muh mein le lia. Mera lund tight ho chuka tha. Neha ka ek pair maine kitchen ki shelf par rkha aur lund daalne laga.

Chut tight thi uski, lund dheere-dheere andar chala gaya. Hum dono ke beech chudai shuru ho gai. Hum dono bekabu ho gaye, aur chudai mein mast ho gaye.

Maine haath Neha ke boobs daba rahe the. Kabhi hum dono kiss karte, kabhi nochte but chudai chalu thi. Takriban 15 minutes ke baad, Neha aur mera nikal gaya. Hum saanse tej le rahe the. Neha mujhe apne room mein le jane lagi. Achanak se uske bhai ki bullet ki awaj aa gai. Hum dono normal ho gaye, jaisa kuch hua hi nahi.

Fir Nitin aur meri baat hui, usne pucha kab aya? Maine kaha, “Bas 2 minutes hue,” aur maine Nitin se baatein ki aur ghar wapas nikal gaya. Raat mein neha ka msg aya.

Neha – Thanks.
Anshul – Kis liye?
Neha – Banao mat, pyase ko kuan se mila dia.
Anshul – Pyaas bhuj gai?
Neha – Acha ji, acha suno ek problem hai.

Anshul – Kya hua? Nitin ko shaq hua kya? ya usne kuch bola?
Neha – Arre nahi. Tumhara pani andar rahe gaya tha.
Anshul – Ab toh shaadi ho chuki hai.
Neha – Hui hai. Pr mere pati ne ab tak bas condom ke saath kia hai. Woh abhi control nahi kar pate.

Anshul – Aare koi baat nahi, kal mil jana kahin par pill de dunga.
Neha – Ok
Anshul – Acha yeh batao maja aya?
Neha – Haan yaar, bahut din baad andar se kush hun aaj mein. Love you yaar.
Anshul – Yaar maja aur bhi ata agar Nitin nahi aya hota toh.

Neha – Sahi khe rahe ho. Chalo ab, “goodnight.”
Anshul -Kya hua?
Neha – Pati ka call aa raha hai.
Anshul – Ok, “goodnight.”

Aagle din, Neha ka subha msg aya, “Kahan milna hai?” Maine kaha, “Market mein milo. Ghar par bol dena friend ke saath ja rahi hun, aur tumhare liye surprise bhi hai.
Neha – Kya surprise?
Anshul – Milo toh sahi.
Neha – Ok

Maine Oyo room book karwaya hua tha. Ghar se 15 km door, Neha mujhe market mein mili aur usko pick karke wahan se sida Oyo room le gya. Usne kaha, “Mein samaj gai thi, tumhari baaton se.” Maine kaha, “Mein samaj gaya tha kal tumhari aankhon se ki tumhara maan abhi bahara nahi hai.”

Hum dono room mein jate hi, pagalon ki taraf ek dusre ko chumne lagte hai. Pata nahi kitni der woh smooch chali hogi dono ek dusre ko chod nahi rahe the. Humari jeeb ek dusre ke muh apas mein khel rahithi. Humne kiss se alag hue mein Neha ko bola,

Anshul – Washroom mein jao, tumhare liye ek aur surprise hai.
Neha – Kya?
Anshul – Jao toh sahi.

Maine sexy lingerie li hui thi. Usse pucha kaisa laga? Neha ne kha, “Bahut acha hai, sexy hai. Maine kaha, “Isse phen le toh aur sexy lagega.” Neha kuch nahi boli. 10 mins baad darwaza khola toh usne wahi dress phena hua.

Aur bed par mein nanga leta hua tha. Upar bedsheet thi, Neha pass mujhe kiss karne lagi. Mene usse chadar ke andar le liya aur woh shock ho gai. Mujhe pura nanga dhek kr. Maine kaha, “Yeh tumahara tesra surpirse hai.”

Hum dono ek dusre ko kiss kar rahe the. Neha mere upar thi. Neha pura saath de rahi thi. Woh kiss mein aaj bhi nahi bhul sakta hn. Woh feelings alag thi. Dheere-dheere mera haath Neha kr lingerie ke upper part ko open karta hai, aur uske boobs suck karne shuru krta hun.

Neha ke muh se moaning ki awaj aa rahi thi. Aur uske haath meri chaadi mein ghus rahe the. Neha ke boobs mein love bites kar raha tha, aur woh apne aapko mere lund ke upar aage-piche karne lagi. Neha ne fir smooch karna shuru kia, aur mein roll hua aur Neha mere niche aa gai.

Dheere maine uske face par, ear par, neck par haar jagah kiss karne laga.
Neha apne nakhun meri peet par chub rahi thi jisse mein aur horny feel kar raha tha. Dheere-dheere mein uske boobs suck karna shuru kia aur uski saas aur tej ho gai. Kabhi main uske boobs dabata, aur kabhi suck karta.

Phir mein aur niche hua aur Neha ki navel lick karne laga, woh bas aankh band karke madhosh ho rahi thi. Usne mujhe palat dia aur upar keecha, fir kiss karne lagi. Dheere-dheere woh niche gai aur mere nipple par bite karne lagi aur mere muh se aah ki awaj nikal gai.

Neeche jate-jate usne lund muh mein le lia aur woh blow job dene lagi, uss pal aisa lag raha tha jaisa mein kissi aur duniya mein hun. Ab hum dono se control nahi ho rha tha, Neha upar ayi lund haath mein lia, aur apni chut mein le lia, cowgirl style mein chudne lagi.

Mere haath uski waist par the, aur usko pura support kar raha tha. Thodi der baad Neha thak gai, aur maine usse niche kia. aur missionary postion mein chodne laga. Hum dono pasine se lat-pat, sex ki aag mein pagal ho chuke the.

Takriban 20 minutes baad hum dono jhad gaye aur Neha mujhe kiss kar rahi thi, aur mein usse. Thodi der hum lete rahe ek dusre ko cuddle karte rahe. Neha ne kaha, “Ab chalna chaiye, ghar ke liye, late ho jaungi.”

Neha utke washroom mein jane lagi aur shower lene lagi. Mujhse control nahi hota, aur mein piche se gaya uske wahi kiss karna laga. Neha ko wall ke saath khada kia aur lund chut mein daal dia.

Neha ko wahi chodne laga, karib 15 minutes baad hum alag hue, saaf hue, tyaar hue, nikal gaye. Neha ko jane se pehle pill diye. Uske baad humne ek do baar aur mauka mila, aur hum aaj bhi ache dost hai. Neha aaj kal Pune mein hai.

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“It was late at night, and my parents weren’t home. Opportunities like these didn’t come very often. So we always tried to make the most out of them.

Even now, if I close my eyes, I can feel every movement of our twins love. We were rough. We were energetic. We were hot and sweaty as our naked bodies rubbed against one another, satisfying the deep-seated lust in our loins. We didn’t utter a single word, and yet the room was filled with sounds… sounds of pleasure.

“The only way to survive the Jammu winters is with alcohol.” This was the argument often given by adults to have booze served at every party. That night my parents were out at one such party.

Despite being adults, our parents considered us to be too young to drink. So they always found some excuse to keep us home. Eventually, we excluded us from the party invites.

“I have to finish my assignment,” I told my parents while my twin brother joked, “I’ll be spending my night at my girlfriend’s place.” We all shared a laugh before our parents left for the party.

My brother and I, we don’t drink. We did taste it once, but I didn’t see what the fuss was about. Well, as far as surviving the cold winters of Jammu was concerned, we had other ways to stay warm if you know what I mean (wink-wink).

It was eleven in the night when we got a call from our mother, “Listen, your father is too drunk to drive. I think we’ll have to stay here tonight. Please take care of yourself. Goodnight.”

This is exactly what we were hoping to hear. Hanging up the phone, both of us had a wide smile on our face. With full excitement, we hugged. Then holding my chin, he brought his lips close to mine. Suddenly I felt mischievous.

I pushed him away, saying, “What are you doing?! Stop it! What if our kids catch us kissing?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I blushed out of embarrassment. “How about I make sure the kids are asleep, and you go to our bedroom and be ready for a fun night in bed.”

He held my chin again and this time ensured that we kissed. My lips were pressed against his while he slipped me his tongue. Exchanging our warm saliva made my pussy quiver. I was very much aroused.

Instinctively his hand moved to cup my boob. After a minute or so, we let go of each other’s lips. Seeing me drooling slightly, he licked the saliva off my chin.

“Go check on kids and come quick before I fall asleep, husband.”

“Whatever you say, my wife.” he winked and gave a gentle spank on my butt before walking away.

The words ‘My wife’ were pure music to my ears. I always loved role-playing games, especially the one where we had to pretend to be husband-wife. That night we planned to do the same.

I went to our parent’s bedroom and looked in their wardrobe. There I undressed and wore one of my mother’s nighty. I had my eyes on that silky pink dress since the first time my mother wore it. Sadly I was too small back then, but that night it fit perfectly.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, I admired my beautiful body. Milk-white fair skin (I took my father’s complexion), long golden-brown hair, blue eyes, cute face with a dimple, and a hot mature body. The best any 21 years old can have.

“36-24-36, you look perfect! No matter how many times I get pregnant, my figure will never change,” I said, complimenting myself in the mirror.

Getting in the bed, I rested, waiting for my ‘husband’. I was so excited at that moment that I felt my pussy becoming wet. To avoid staining my underwear, I took it off and threw it away.

“Naughty girl! Can’t wait for me, can you?” he said, standing at the door.

He was perfect – a fit body, dark skin (he took mother’s complexion) with six-pack abs, biceps. At that moment, he wore his father’s boxer shorts. The shorts were loose, so they rested slightly lower on his waist, giving me a slight glimpse of his snake. This excited me even more.

“No. I can’t wait any longer,” I said while pulling up the nighty to bare my legs. I spread my legs wide to show off my bare, hairless, young but not virgin pussy. This gave him an instant boner as he ran towards me and quickly jumped on the bed.

For a moment there, we froze as we thought he broke the bed. Luckily the bed survived that wild stunt. Getting on top, his face hovered over mine. I was able to feel his fast-beating heart on my chest and his warm breath on my face.

Before we began, he said, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked while making me sit. I did not understand what he was saying.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “Now open.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother’s spare mangalsutra around my neck. “Don’t you think other men should know that you belong to me?”

“Why?”

“You look so beautiful. How else will they resist?” he said and pushed me back on the bed.

He was telling the truth. Our mother never wore this skimpy nighty without putting a gown over it. But I was certainly not going to do that. When I tried it on and looked at it in the mirror. I was shocked to see how sexy I looked.

For the first time, I saw myself as an adult woman in this sleeveless, pink, neck deep enough to show off ample cleavage and the skirt that ended above my knees. On top of that, the mangalsutra completed my look of a sexy wife.

As exciting it felt to wear that dress, I got even more excited when he took it off. He started at the bottom, kissing my feet. Then he slowly started moving up. Shoving his face in between my milk-white thighs, he searched for my g-spot. He started kissing my pussy and dug his tongue deep in my nectar hole.

I wanted him to go higher, but it seemed he was otherwise occupied playing with my pussy. He simply moved his hands up to feel my boobs while kissing me. He was playing with my clit like never before. If he continued like this, I was sure to cum.

“Slow down, baby. We have all night for just the two of us,” I said, pulling him up. Getting me undressed, we started kissing yet again. I could feel his bulge rubbing against my thighs. It was huge, hard, and seemed desperate to enter my pussy.

I quickly pulled his boxers down and let him slide it in. I wasn’t worried. Apparently, he came inside the bedroom wearing a condom. I felt more and more pleasure with every thrust. I once knew him as a cute little boy, but that night he was a man.

God knows how long we continued with having sex and how many times he made me cum. But by the end of it, I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted. We were feeling very sleepy while we laid naked in the bed.

“I think we better move to our bedroom,” I said, trying to make him stand.

“Why? They are not coming home today,” he argued.

“Still, just in case,” I said, pushing him out of bed.

I didn’t realize that we were already on edge, so a slight push made him fall hard on his bum. The loud ‘thud’ woke me up. I apologized as I got him up and made him sit on the bed. Both of us were wide awake by then.

We should have moved to our bedroom when we had a chance, but he got excited about seeing me naked. I saw his soft penis suddenly stand up erect. He pushed me on the bed, and we started kissing yet again.

We were exhausted but still excited. He positioned his dick and was ready to stick it in.

“Wait. Stop!” I said.

But then he tried to sway my decision by kissing my neck. Rubbing his dick head on my pussy he tried sliding it in.

“Stop! Not without a condom.” I said again, this time louder.

Disappointed, he fell on me, giving up. I could literally feel his dick shrinking. We then continued to cuddle instead. At one point, he got up, saying, “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“To the bathroom.”

“Why? are you still scared of the dark?” I teased him.

“No… I don’t want to spend even a second apart from my Mrs. Bubble Butt,” he said while gently squeezing my bum.

We laughed, and he walked away. Watching his perfect firm butt walk away, I too got excited. We initially planned to move to our bedroom after he returns. But then I said, “Let’s do it… without a condom.”

I simply rested on the bed, waiting for him to return. Suddenly I heard someone shouting,

“Sneha! What is this?!”

That someone was my mother. Apparently, my parents somehow managed to return home that night. She caught me lying naked in their bed.

“Get dressed and get out!” she shouted.

Out of the two parents, my father is hot-headed. Fortunately, though, he was heavily drunk and half-asleep on the couch when my mother caught me. She was disgusted to see me naked in their bed. Embarrassed, I quickly walked to where I threw my T-shirt and underwear and quickly put it on.

All this time, mother had her running commentary On, “…do you realize what you were doing? How could you? were you having sex? Who’s the guy? Where is he? And where is your brother? Did he not return from his friend’s place?”

As shocked as mother was to catch me, she was still oblivious of the full story. While picking my clothes, I was worried and trying to think of a way to tell my brother not to come out of the bathroom.

Seeing me dressed, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out. She then woke my father, trying to make him aware of the situation. Fortunately, he was too drunk. Seeing me step out of their bedroom, he smiled, walked towards me, and kissed my forehead.

“Hello, sweetie, what were you doing in our bedroom? Were you missing your daddy?” he said while trying to take me with him to his bedroom.

“Samir! Do you even realize what is happening here?!” mother shouted at the top of her voice.

This should have tipped off my brother, who was in the bathroom. Unfortunately, he pressed the flush at the same time. While my father was too drunk to understand the situation first, he quickly lost all the buzz seeing my brother stepping out of the bathroom completely naked.

The situation was shocking and embarrassing, depending on whom you ask. All four of us froze in our places, not knowing how to react to this awkward situation. At that moment, I might have prayed for an earthquake to happen and kill us on the spot. I would have preferred that over drowning in embarrassment.

While I was decently covered, my brother was dangling his semi-erect penis in front of us.

Our father was the first to break the silence,

“What the fuck! Samraat!” he cursed.

Scared, he ran into the bathroom to wrap a towel around him. My father was never good with words. The moment he realized what was happening, he quickly took out his belt. He dragged my brother into his bedroom and started beating him.

I was genuinely scared for him and wanted to follow. But then mother stopped me halfway, saying, “No, ma’am, you are coming with me.”

She took me to our bedroom, the one my twin brother and I shared. While I sat on my bed hoping to be shouted at, there were blank expressions on my mother’s face. Apparently, she didn’t know how to react to the situation. Instead of saying any word, she quietly took off her ornaments by the dressing table.

Meanwhile, I could hear noise coming from the adjacent bedroom – the loud sound of my father beating, followed by my brother screaming. I was still worried about him.

“Father must be angrier after seeing the mess in their bedroom. Mother’s nighty, father’s boxers, and the mangalsutra… oh the mangalsutra!” I screamed in my thoughts out of fear.

“Sleep!” mother grunted.

I knew my mother was worried too. Still, she didn’t do anything to stop the violence. The bedroom I share with my brother has two single beds. So while I rested on my bed, my mother took my brother’s.

She turned off the light, but I was still unable to sleep. I turned to face the wall and started crying. The beating continued. This was unbearable to my mother and me. I could tell because after some time she stood up and went to talk to them.

I don’t understand these double standards. As children, I and my twin brother, we slept together, bathed together, ate together, studied together. Whenever we played the role-playing game, my brother use to saying,

“I want Sne (that’s what he used to call me) to be my wife.”

Hearing him say that all the adults used to say, “Awe… so cute.”

I don’t know at what point, but we fell in love with each other while growing up. We were so used to each other that the thought of being attracted to someone else never crossed our minds. It’s like we were soulmates since the time we were conceived.

There are very few people who find true love in their life. So if we have found each other, why this discrimination, just because we are blood-related. Since birth, we did everything together. We practically lived together like husband-wife. Then what is wrong with having sex?

After some time, the beating stopped, and then I drifted off to sleep. Like some sort of nightmare, I dreamt of a future where my parents sent my brother away to Kerala to live with my Girish uncle (mother’s brother).

Many years went by as I never got to see my brother. Eventually, the day I saw him was when I was getting married to someone else. This was unbearable.

With a sudden shock, I woke up. Mother was still asleep. Quietly I snuck out of the bedroom. I wanted to check if my brother was okay. But instinctively, I walked towards the kitchen first to avoid raising any suspicion.

There I saw my brother tending to his wounds. I took the ice-pack from his hand and gently pressed it against his swollen back.

“I’m sorry this happened.”

I spoke as tears erupted from my eyes.

“It’s not your fault,” he replied.

Me: We should have returned to our bedroom when we had the chance.

He: Yes. But this was going to happen someday. They would have found out eventually.

Me: What do we do now?

He: I don’t know.

Me: What if they send you away?

While I spoke, droplets of my tears fell on his back. Brother realized that I was crying. He then pulled me around to look at me. Wiping my tears, he said,

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a way…”

He said, and then we hugged. As I placed my arms around him, suddenly he screamed in pain. Then while I rested my head on his firm shoulders, I spoke, “Maybe we should run away. Start a new life somewhere else… far from home, where nobody knows us.”

Hearing me say that, he looked at me, saying, “I was thinking the same thing.”

While we fantasized about a practical way to run away, our heads came close for a kiss. But before our lips could touch, we were interrupted by a voice,

“Don’t even think about it,” said our mother.

Thankfully, it was just our mother.

Mother: What you are doing is wrong.

Me: Why?

Mother: Because it’s wrong.

Brother: But why?

Mother: Because society does not accept this kind of relationship.

Me: I don’t care about what society thinks.

Mother: Neither do I. But so long as we have to live in this society, we have to follow their rules.

While our mother was trying to convince us to get out of this taboo addiction, I could see an internal struggle she was having at the moment. The truth is that she, too, doesn’t understand why certain romantic relationships are forbidden.

We tried to argue with her, tried to get her to our side.

Mother: Your father’s family will never accept it. They are too conservative.

Me: But you are fine with this?

She stayed quiet for a while, trying to think. My heart was beating very fast, out of fear and anticipation. “What she says will define our future,” I said to myself while looking at my brother. Our mother took all the time to think about it.

Then she spoke, “Okay…”

Hearing this made us smile. “… but your father can never know about this.”

Getting a green signal from our mother got us excited. We hugged and wanted to kiss, but we didn’t since mother was right there.

She turned to walk away. But then she stopped and looking at us, she said, “Tomorrow you two will apologize to your father. Say that it was a one-time thing and that it was a huge mistake. You accept whatever punishment he gives you. Then in the future, you will do as he says.”

She continued to speak in a serious tone,

“Listen to me very carefully. I don’t understand whatever this thing is between you two. But I won’t stop you. I want you to promise me that you will never hurt each other, even if this love between you fades away. Promise?”

“Promise,” we both acknowledged while holding our hand.

“And one more thing…” she said, looking straight into our eyes, “…neither your father nor anyone in his family can know about this.”

We agreed. Seeing that, she smiled. The moment she turned, we went for a kiss. But she interrupted us yet again. To lighten the mood, our mother asked, “Just out of curiosity, when did all this start?”

While my brother chose to stay mum about it, I spoke, “Remember a couple of years back when our cousins visited us, and you made all of us sleep on the floor. While we slept next to each other, our lips accidentally touched. And then…”

“Since then, we never stopped,” spoke my brother, confidently.

She smiled and then walked away. I couldn’t believe how cool my mother was about all this. We kissed while in the kitchen and did some other naughty stuff. Perhaps it was good that we were caught. Since then, our mother was a big help to keep our forbidden relationship a secret.”

Coming back to the present (i.e., ten years after this incident), Sneha wipes her tears. At this moment, she is sitting with a female friend sipping wine.

“It feels nice to share such a personal story with someone. I hope you will not talk about this to anyone,” says Sneha.

“Don’t worry. I hear a lot of stories from my patients. Confidentiality is part of my job description,” replies the friend.

“Now that you know my story, tell me this…” asks Sneha, “…was what we were doing bad?”

“No.” replies the friend, “Incest is natural. At some point, we all were attracted to someone blood-related. Eventually, we all move on,” says the doctor while watching the photographs on the wall, “Clearly you have moved on. A handsome husband, two beautiful children, a new place, a new job… you don’t regret any of this, do you?”

“No.” says Sneha confidently, “I don’t.”

After some time, the evening chat is over, and Sneha’s doctor friend is about to leave. Taking a quick glance at the wall of photos, Doc notices something. Turning to Sneha, she asks, “What’s the name of your brother, you said?”

Sneha blushes while replying, “Samraat.”

The odd thing the doctor noticed on the wall is a wedding photograph of the handsome couple sitting and a sign above them that reads,

‘Sneha Weds Samraat’

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I just walked inside the cottage casually, throwing my sack away on the floor. I looked for my father in all the walled chambers of my cottage but couldn’t find him.

I immediately knew where he would be. I stepped down the passage to the basement. There he was, sitting on a wooden trunk, with his head resting on both his hands over the ledge, amidst all his old apparatus.

Me – Father, you know what happened?

He looked at me, and I stopped as soon as I saw his face worried. He looked at me and smiled a little, trying to hide his misery.

Father – Hi, dear. How was your day at the farm?

Me – It was good.

I cuddled onto him.

Father – So you were trying to say something. What was it?

Me – Oh, that is trivial. Don’t mind it. Why do you look worried? What happened, father?

Father – Nothing, dear. I was just thinking about my lotion’s trial.

Me – What about it, father? Is something stopping it?

He thought for a while and looked at me.

Father – Hmmm. I was working on lotion for the ladies. I finished it, but I need someone to test it on.

Me – Oh, father.  That is nothing. There are plenty of ladies in this town, and you seem to forget that I am a lady too.

Father – No, I mean. They would not like to be tested in front of others. Not even you

Me – I didn’t get it, father. Why wouldn’t they like that?

He looked down and shook his head, trying to clear my perplexity.

Father – It is… It is for their privates, dear. For their… How do I tell you…? For their… vulva.

I was appalled. I was not prepared to hear that word, not from my father. He never used such words with me before that. After my mother had left us, he was the only one around me. But we never happened to talk about it.

Though he was the only one around me when I shed the first blood, it was the ladies nearby who took care of me. Then I learned how to handle it myself. So there was not one chance we talked about it.

I took a moment to go through it. I knew him. He wouldn’t use such words unless it is really necessary. I knew he must be working on something beneficial to the ladies. I understood his hesitation then.

I knew he must have felt embarrassed to talk to his daughter about that. I looked at him and smiled back, silently assuring him that I was fine with it.

Me – I understand, father. But you don’t need to worry about it. I can give it to any lady, and they can apply it in their privacy.

Father – They can, dear. But I need to inspect the organ every week. I need to examine the results. Which lady will agree to such an inspection!

I thought for a moment. He was right. No lady in our town, in truth, any town, would be ready to show her privates to him. Then it struck my mind that a few ladies were in the town who would not shy away.

Me – Why don’t you check the brothel at the corner of the town? The ladies there would not hesitate to take this test.

Father – I did, dear. I already spoke to the keeper this morning. She sent one hustler with me. But that lady had taken that chance to run away. I couldn’t stop her. I could not stop her from going free.

He paused for a moment and continued.

Father – The keeper got furious at this. She sent me out at once when I told her about it.

Me – Oh dear, this is bad. Now I understand why you are gloomy now.

Father – That’s alright, dear. I was wondering if I can move to the neighboring town tomorrow and fetch a hustler from there.

Me – What?  No, Father.  The town next to ours is miles away. I would not let you wander alone in that rough track.

Father – But I should go, dear. There is no other way.

Me – There should be a way, father. Let me think about it.

I knew that there were not many choices left. I had already decided I will not let him go into those woods. I have seen a lot of deaths in the village from the wild beasts roaming around there. I didn’t want to lose him to them.

The thought that I can get tested crossed my mind. But I was shocked to hear that word from him a few minutes ago. I wondered how I would let him touch it and see it. But the risk in his trip made me think about it again and again. I made the decision finally.

Me – There is a way, father. There is one way.

Father – Oh, dear, that is lovely. What is that way?

Me – I can apply that lotion

Father – What are you saying? How am I going to inspect you?

Me – That is alright, father. You are the one who gave birth to me. You are the creator of my body. You can inspect me. I would let that happen rather than letting you wander alone in that wilderness.

Father – No, that can’t happen. I can’t let you go through it.

Me – I have no problems, father. I can go through it indeed.

Father – But…

He was still in his confusion, and I walked back, taking that lotion from him. I moved to my chamber and closed the door. I sat over my bed and looked at the tiny urn in my hand. I opened it and wiped some lotion from it. I held my fingers at my nose.

It had a pleasant flowery smell with some medicinal flavor to it. I lifted my frock and dragged my chemise up. I was about to apply the lotion, and I heard a knock on my door.

Me – What is it, father?

Father – Are you certain, dear? (from the other side of the door)

Me – Yes, father, I am…

Father – Ok, as you wish. But before you apply it, see that the organ is clear of everything.

I was trying to derive what he meant by that, and he passed a razor-blade from under the door. It stopped right in front of me, and I looked at it in awe. I got his intention, but I never used this earlier. I didn’t know how to use it either.

However, I went to the bath yard and sat down on the floor. I spread my limbs and pulled my chemise up again. I opened the blade and put it near my groin. My palm trembled as it went close to my vulva. I was worried that I would cut my tender skin down there. I knew I needed help.

I opened the door and looked for my father. He was out on the lawn cutting wooden logs for the fire. He worked hard, and he looked strong as a result. He tied his tunic around his waist, and he was in his vest.

It was not new to me. But the conversations about my privates earlier had affected me perhaps. I looked at his muscles and admired him. He had strong arms and a broad chest. I realized that he was handsome too.

I wondered how girls would have admired him when he was young. They would have dreamt of him as their partner just as I was doing then. I then suddenly realized my mistake, and I reproved myself. Then I took a minute to gather myself and called him. He entered the cottage.

Father – Tell me, dear. What is it?

I showed him the razor and looked at him shyly.

Me – I don’t know how to use it. Would you teach me?

Father – Oh,  Hmm… How can I teach you this?

He thought for a moment and looked at me.

Father – I can show how to shave my beard, and you can learn from it.

I nodded, and we both moved to my chamber. He brought some water in a mug and wet his cheeks.

Father – You can wet it and use this cream.

He put some cream onto him. Then he spread it over his cheeks, and lather formed all over his beardy cheeks. And he slid the razor over his cheeks, and it cleared the hair over the skin. He repeated the step a few more times. He washed his skin and looked at me.

Father – That’s it. You just have to do the same.

I nodded, and he moved out. I went again to the bath yard to try what I have seen. I wet the skin over my vulva and applied the cream he used. Then I held the razor and moved the blade closer to my skin.

I was worried about the blade touching my skin. But I gained some courage and put it over the skin beside the hair there. But the moment I slid the razor, it just moved over the hair smoothly. But it didn’t clear even a single strand of hair. I tried again, but the result was the same.

I thought I was too soft upon it. So I put some force this time, and it cut my skin. I threw the blade away and left out a shriek. I wet my hands and wiped the drops of blood off my skin. I heard my father running to my chamber. I pushed my frock down in a hurry and looked at him.

Father – What happened, dear?  Did you cut your skin?

Me – Yes, Father, it’s just a small cut. I am alright.

Father – No, dear. Those organs are delicate. Would you mind if I have a look?

I shook my head, keeping my head down in shyness. He came in front of me and lifted my frock and chemise in worry. Though the creamy foam covered the parts of my private smooth skin, some of it was wiped away. So I worried all of a sudden and covered my groin with my palms.

Father – Don’t worry, dear. Just let me check the wound.

I moved my palms slightly, revealing just the wound, and he tore his sleeve off his tunic. He held that and put it over the wound to wipe the blood. My body jerked. I let out a faint moan as he touched my skin there for the very first time. He rubbed the blood with the cloth and immediately took his hands away.

Father – Gladly, it is just a small cut. Let me get some spirit

He ran to the basement and was back with a glass tube. He spilled a few drops from the tube onto the cloth and wiped again. I moaned again as it hurt me. But it soothed the pain immediately, and I liked his fingers there.

He moved his hands away now. But I wanted those fingers to touch me again secretly. My mind warned me about it. I knew he was my father. But his touch felt different and pleasurable. His fingers rustling my hair over the tender skin exhilarated me.

Father – It should be good now.

Me – Yeah.

Father – I should have taught you well. The blade needs to be held diagonally against your skin, and then it should be scratched against your skin.

Me – I did as you showed me. But I think I have not put the right force at it.

Father – Ok dear, the lotion won’t be effective if we don’t clear it. Would you mind if I shave it?

A tingle started deep inside my heart. I wanted his fingers again on my skin, but I was feeling shy to show it to him. I knew he had to see it. If not then, he should see it for inspection later. So I convinced my mind and body and slowly moved my palms away.

My mushy clit was open with a thin bush round it. He kept his head down, giving me some time to get ready. My mushy vulva was open with a thin bush round it. I cleared my throat, indicating that I was ready.

He slowly turned towards my groin, and his eyes went bigger as soon as he saw it. His lips were open, and he gulped in shock. I was equally embarrassed and excited to see his reaction.

He took his time to come out of his shock but bent his head down again, this time in shame, as soon as he realized his mistake. He took the blade into his hands and moved his palms near my groin.

I could see his fingers trembling as they reached my skin. He placed his left fingers near my groin and stretched the skin. My clumsy skin turned flat as he did. He then held the blade with his right hand and drew the blade over the hair.

He elegantly slid the blade over my skin, avoiding to touch around the wound or the private hole. His fingers knew what they had to do. They slid the blade just as a knife over the bread. The blade scraped the skin smoothly, even without the cream spread over my skin.

He had to put pressure over my skin there sometimes, and it caused new senses inside me. I held my lips against each other. He repeated the step and brushed the loose hair off the skin. His fingers moved closer to my vulva. I was turning impatient.

He gently scraped the blade over my skin and cleaned it further. He was careful not to touch my labia. He held my palms and guided them to hold my lower lips while he scraped off the final hair strands off the edges.

Then he started moving to the other side of it. I instantly adjusted to sit comfortably as I was sitting in the same position for a few minutes. As a result, my body jerked up, and my hands were resting on the floor for support. So his fingers just touched my inner lips briefly due to the jerk.

I sat back immediately and put my palm back on my vulva as he retreated his fingers away swiftly. I looked at him, and he was checking my reaction. Inner me had enjoyed that touch.

But I knew my father would not like touching his daughter. He was ashamed to have slipped his fingers and was looking at me apologetically.

Me – It is alright, father. It was just an accident.

He nodded and looked relaxed. But my muscles there were reacting quite the opposite to his relaxed state. My lower lips were trembling with that rare manly touch they felt. I have touched my lips prior while washing them off. But I never felt any such inexpressible senses like I felt from his touch then.

My heart raced its beats, and I tried hard not to show any reaction over my face. He began to continue the shave, moving his trembling fingers close to my vulva again. I moved my palm away from my vulva slowly. Then he held my inner thigh and drew it away from my groin.

It flattened my skin, and that drew my lips away from each other, letting cool air inside. My skin was already wet from the water I applied, and the cool air touching it made me shiver. My lips expanded, and I was worried he would notice that.

His eyes moved over it, but he didn’t look at it keenly. Or he noticed it perhaps and pretended not to have noticed it. Either way, I was tense, and that was not helping. My vagina was excited with thoughts of forbidden sex.

He cleared the next lines of hair there and moved closer to the lips again. He made sure that he just touched my skin near the edges with the blade alone. He kept his fingers away from my lips, just using them to flatten my skin.

I supported by holding the lips, but it added to the titillation I had already. I was involuntarily moving my fingers more towards my lips. I tried hard not to let him notice it, but I was silently putting pressure over my lips there.

He shaved the bushes near the edges, and his fingers touched mine. Though it was nothing unusual, it increased the heat inside my body. I could feel that there was something hot wetting my vagina. He brushed the final hair over the edges, and a drop of the juice neared the edge.

It was about to come out of the lips, and I closed my limbs instantly. He looked at me in shock, and I managed to let out an awkward smile. He must have interpreted my reaction to being out of shyness, and he smiled uncomfortably.

Father – You can clean it with water and dry it before applying the lotion

I nodded uncomfortably. But the hot fluid was gushing inside the walls, and a few drops had already crossed the lips.

Father left now, and I waited for him to close the door behind him. Once he did, I immediately put my fingers to stop the fluid from coming out. But the pressure my fingers put on my lips was causing tremors in my body.

I was confused if it was pee. But I never felt such a strange pleasure when I peed before this. My attempts to stop the fluid actually fuelled it, and the juices started gushing out faster. I moved towards the pot and let those juices out.

My fingers pressed themselves on the lips, and the fluids poured off the lips onto the pot for a pleasant few minutes. My whole body was shivering, and my skin felt hot. My fingers rubbed my lips without any effort, and it let out thick drops of liquid one after the other.

After a while, my muscles relaxed, and my lips stopped trembling as the final drops leaked out of them. My body cooled down, and my limbs felt weak. I held onto the walls of my bath yard and sat down on the floor.

I stretched my limbs and looked down at my groin. It was shining with all the juices over it, and the skin looked smooth and clean after the shave. I was breathing hard after those moments of high, and I relaxed after a while.

I washed the juices and left out hair off my skin and vaginal lips. But I could not wash out the pleasure and thrill I got from my father’s touch. I never knew how it would feel to be touched by a man. I never knew how my vulva would react to it. But I found my answers to all such questions that day.

I felt guilty to have such sexual feelings against my father’s touches. But I knew I wanted more of it deep down as it was awakening lustful desires.

This is the end of this episode, and the story will be continued in the next one. Please share your feedback in the comments or mail to [email protected].

The next few days of Ridhima’s newly married life went by without any unusual incidents. Sandeep and Ridhima had shifted to Delhi after their marriage. They lived just like any other married couple.

Sandeep came from a family of affluent businessmen. He was managing a small firm of his family’s large business estate somewhere in Delhi, NCR. They also owned a lavish penthouse in a high-class society nearby. Sandeep and Ridhima started living in this penthouse.

In the eyes of society, it was an ideal life for Ridhima. She was married to a rich family and lived in a lavish house, all alone with her husband. However, something was not right about her married life, Ridhima used to think. Sandeep never spoke about their first night.

She, being an introvert, never brought it up with Sandeep. Moreover, though Ridhima never realized it, she was subconsciously scared of Sandeep after what happened that night. She couldn’t speak to him about it, partially due to her shyness and partially due to fear.

They lived a very normal life occupied in their respective chores. Sandeep used to go to his workplace early morning and came back in the evening. They used to have an early dinner and watch some TV and web shows before retiring to bed. And that’s when and where all the sexual action used to happen.

Sandeep was sexually very active. They used to have sex every day for the first few days. Then it was every second day, as Sandeep used to get occupied with his work. It was more or less the same as what happened on their first night. But Ridhma didn’t have any issues with it as she got accustomed to it now.

It went the same way every time with some minor changes. Sandeep used to undress Ridhima completely, kiss her lips, bite and suck her boobs, give some kisses on her stomach and thighs. Then undress, and then make Ridhima give him different kinds of blowjobs.

After his dick used to get hard enough for the fuck with Ridhima’s blowjob, Sandeep would penetrate her, fuck her for some minutes. Then spray his load over her body and then go to sleep.

On some days, he would straightaway go for the fuck. On other days, he would ask Ridhima to undress and give him a lap dance before blowing him. Sometimes he made her strip slowly. Sometimes he made her watch porn with him before the sex.

He was also fond of different positions and tried them with Ridhima. From the usual missionary and doggy style to the standing ovation. Ridhima experienced many new things.

On weekends, instead of going out for sightseeing, partying, clubbing that other young couples would like to do, Sandeep used to keep Ridhima at home. He fucked her in different places in their house and in different positions all day long.

At times he didn’t allow her to wear clothes for the entire weekend. He would keep her naked and have sex with her multiple times while doing his office work and smoking. No maid or any other domestic help would come that day.

All Sandeep wanted was the 22 years old all alone and completely naked on his lap or blowing his dick while he worked on his laptop. Sandeep was impressed as her sucking skills were improving every day.

With time she learned what her husband liked. She was able to make him cum very easily, just with her mouth and tongue. But for Ridhima, these things were far from being enjoyable. Although Ridhima got a sexual fanatic as her husband, yet her sex life was monotonous.

It was the same thing she did every day every week. It was not that she completely hated it, as was in the case of her first night. She did all these things willingly, but she did not enjoy them either. She tried enjoying but couldn’t do so. However, she didn’t think much about it.

Maybe that’s how it is in real life, she thought. The porn films she has watched in which all the girls moan loud in pleasure while getting fucked are, at the end of the day, fiction! Maybe that’s not true in reality. So she would put aside all her thoughts and desires and do whatever her husband wants her to do.

There were days when she didn’t feel like having sex. Yet if Sandeep wanted sex, she would not deny him and get ready to serve him. Maybe it was the sweet and kind-hearted nature of her, which stopped her from saying no. Or maybe it was the fear of Sandeep in the back of her mind.

She didn’t know why, but she could never say no to him. Even during her periods, she would not think for a second time before sitting over Sandeep’s lap to take his dick insider her pussy and ride over it. It wasn’t easy, it was uncomfortable, it was painful. Yet she would do it for her husband.

Perhaps Sandeep didn’t know there was something like the menstrual cycle. He anyhow didn’t bother much about Ridhima and her matters. For him, she was just a doll, a toy to take care of his daily chores and sexual needs, that’s all.

Sandeep clearly didn’t notice or didn’t care to notice. But this constant fucking had affected Ridhima’s health. She was getting weaker day by day and used to remain ill or exhausted all day long. Sandeep was anyway an alcoholic and a regular smoker. So there were no visible symptoms of this sex addiction on him.

He had some health issues earlier, too, so nothing drastic happened to him. On the other hand, Ridhima, a trained Kathak dancer, a Zumba enthusiast, and an avid yoga practitioner, felt very uneasy. She remained tiresome all the time and had lost some weight. Her groin used to pain constantly.

However, after a few days, Sandeep had started having less sex. Someone who was earlier willing to fuck every night would now have sex once every 3-4 days. Slowly the frequency was reduced to once a week. Ridhima was a bit puzzled.

But she was relieved as she too got some break from getting fucked constantly. Her health started to improve, and she felt better. Hence she didn’t bother about this unusual change in Sandeep. But slowly, Sandeep just gave up sex completely, and now Ridhima was worried.

How can a person so addicted to sex, live without having it for so long? Sandeep now used to go on official tours during weekends. Every weekend, he left Ridhima alone. The man who always wanted her naked in front of him now left her all alone. He never bothered to tell her where he was going.

There were many questions in her mind. Is Sandeep in some stress? Is this due to the workload? Or did she do something wrong which irked him? She was worried about his health too and took extra care of him. Unfortunately, Ridhima was too innocent to even think that Sandeep might be cheating on her.

But as they say that women are ‘born spies.’ She didn’t take long to smell a rat. Sandeep spent a lot of money on these tours, which was evident from his closet. He used to take a lot of cash from his closet before going on these tours. Once Ridhima managed to get hold of his mobile phone and unlock its password.

There was a lot of hesitation in her mind. Some came from the guilt of checking her husband’s mobile without his consent. The other was due to her being scared of Sandeep. But Ridhima gave up all her fears and guilt and unlocked the mobile.

It didn’t take her long to find out what her husband was up to. His gallery was filled with naked pictures of different girls. Sandeep was hanging around with his friends, having sex with prostitutes to satisfy his lust in the city. He was probably bored with her body and needed something else to calm his sexual urge.

Tears came out of Ridhima’s eyes as she saw a video of Sandeep dancing naked with a girl. In other videos, he was licking pussy of a different girl who was sitting on his face. He never licked Ridhima’s pussy, she thought as she sobbed and saw some more videos of him and his friends with those girls.

She was heartbroken and burning with anger. She forgot all her fears and decided to confront Sandeep. Sandeep was pissed when he came to know that Ridhima checked his phone. More than that, he was troubled as she got to know about his so-called official tours.

Thinking that she will tell all this to his family, Sandeep took away her mobile phone forcefully. He fired all the housemaids who came to their house. Ridhima was not allowed to step out of the house. She was dejected as she couldn’t even talk to her parents.

On top of that, Sandeep started beating her. He thrashed her so bad that she would get unconscious due to the pain. Her life was a mess. He did everything which could cause pain to Ridhima. Even during sex, he would abuse her in all ways possible, both verbally and physically.

Sandeep: You were pissed when I stopped having sex with you and slept with those sluts. Now I’ll make sure that I treat you like one of those. That’s what you deserve, bitch!

Words like these were very common for Ridhima. Her drunk husband would fuck her mercilessly. She couldn’t meet or talk to anyone and was all by herself. But she was slowly reaching her threshold – a point after which she won’t be able to tolerate this nonsense.

And then came an incident which acted as a catalyst for Ridhima to reach that point. On their first wedding anniversary, Sandeep brought 2 of his friends with him. Ridhima was quick to recognize them. They were the same friends whose photographs were on Sandeep’s phone.

When she asked about them, Sandeep’s response left her in shock. Sandeep had brought them to have sex with her. They had arranged a girl with whom he hooked up earlier that day. He was trading his own wife!

Sandeep: No more questions, you little girl. Get down on your knees and show my buddies how good a slut you are!

Ridhima was fuming. She was no more scared of Sandeep now. She straightway said a no on his face. Sandeep was provoked. He won’t tolerate this insult that too in front of his friends. He started assaulting Ridhima and was trying to tear her clothes.

Ridhima thought of this as a do or die situation. She gathered some courage and slapped her husband. Sandeep was surprised. Never has Ridhima fought back, and just like any other bully, he was dumbstruck when he got the taste of his own medicine.

He was still recovering from the shock when Ridhima took hold of a heavy wooden stool nearby and threw it towards him. It hit Sandeep’s head, and he fell on the floor shouting in pain. Ridhima ran towards her room and locked it. She came out with her purse and dashed towards the main door.

The two other men were waiting for her to come out and jumped on her. The two started mishandling her. Ridhima somehow managed to get out of the house and ran for her life. The two guys ran behind her, but they couldn’t chase this young athletic girl for too long.

Somehow Ridhima managed to reach her hometown. Her family was shocked to see her wearing torn clothes. The scars on her body, her red eyes were more than enough to tell what she was going through all this time.

Sandeep was jailed after her family filed a complaint. But due to their affluent background, his family was able to get him out. What followed was a year-long legal battle between the two families.

Finally, Ridhima’s family won the case, Sandeep was jailed. But that toxic relationship had left permanent scars on Ridhima’s body and soul, which had lifelong effects on her. It was difficult for her to be normal again. She couldn’t eat and sleep properly.

The horrific memories of her past would come back and haunt her. She kept crying for days thinking of the mess she left behind, and even Sandeep’s proved guilt in court did not improve her mental condition.

She was 24 and divorced. Society looked down upon her, and no one was ready to marry her. This deteriorated her condition as she thought she was a burden on her family. Her family, too, was worried.

But finally, Naveen came into their lives. He was ready to marry Ridhima. He was willing to accept her despite her past. He was a smart and decent man who seemed an ideal groom for Ridhima. Ridhima had no courage to marry again.

But after her family’s persuasion and knowing Naveen personally, she decided to try and start a new inning with Naveen to lead a normal life again. Finally, she agreed, and Naveen and Ridhima got married.

To be continued.

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Hi fans, let me begin by wishing each and every one of you readers, A very “Happy Diwali” including your family members.

Thank you all for your great positive feedback about this story, conveyed by you all in your thumbs up and your emails. I see a few thumbs down for this story. It would be appropriate if you send me the reasons by email so that I can improve on my next part.

Please do not compare the contents of this story with the earlier 6 part story. That would not be fair. As explained earlier that story was my true life experience, while this one is a narration from my women friends who have confided in me but are shy to post it themselves.

Do read the first and second parts of this story before you read this third part. The links are given on top of this story.

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So let me continue with this story that I am narrating on behalf of one of my fans, who is a female like me.

He began looking at my pussy and stroking the little hair that I had on my pubic area. What he said next, really shocked me. (Last lines of Part 2).

He said, “Didi, tumahara bahut kam baal hai, choot ke paas. Mera Maalkin ka kitna ghana baal hai. Unka bahut baal mera muh mein aata hai, jab mein unka chut chusta hun.”

“Lekin unka choot mein jaadu hai. Unka ras, amrut jaisa meetha hai. Jaise TV par dikhate hai na – Dabur Honey.”

(Didi, you have very scanty hair on your pussy. My Maalkin has thick black pubic hair. So many times her hair comes in my mouth when I suck her pussy. But her cunt juice is like nectar. Like they show on TV, know – Dabur Honey).

I could not even make out what he was saying. I was shocked by what he had just told me. He had told me about his Malkin’s cunt. And his Malkin was Alka’s mother.

This really was shocking news. I had never in my wildest imagination, thought that the strict, prim, and proper, stern-looking Ms. “Khadoos” was being pumped by her servant boy – Akash.

My head was in a whirl. But I did not want to sound over-enthusiastic with this information and thought that I will ask him for more details later. But just to make sure, I said “Kya tum Baby ka Mummy ko, chodte ho?” (Do you fuck “Baby’s Mummy)?

He said, “Hafte mein 3-4 din to paka, jab Maalkin school se aati hai toh mein tayar rehta hoon aur kabhi-kabhi raat ko bhi, Maalkin kamre mein bulati hai.”

(In a week, we definitely fuck 3-4 times, when Maalkin comes from school, I remain ready. And sometimes even at night, she calls me to her room).

If you readers remember I had earlier told you about school and college timings. So Alka was never at home when her mother was. This gave Ms. Khadoos and Akash the freedom to have fun and enjoy sex with each other.

I shall tell you more about how it all started, a bit later. He told me the whole story when we met again the next day. So as I told you, he had removed my knickers and was looking and stroking my pubic hair. Then suddenly he bent down and began kissing my cunt.

I tried to push his head away as I had never experienced this before with any of my boyfriends. Though I used to suck their cocks and sometimes they would cum, even before you could count to 5. I don’t think any of my BFs knew about cunt sucking, or they thought it was dirty. Akash caught both my hands at my side and began exploring my pussy.

Oh God, the sensation was unbelievable. He kept probing deeper and deeper. The sensation was so good that involuntarily, I opened my thighs to let his tongue and mouth do their magic. But even better was to come. He began lashing at my clitoris. Though my cunt lips were small (I thought so!), but I had a big clitoris.

I would often pull and play with it when I was masturbating. He kept on delicately touching my clitoris with his tongue and sometimes sucking on it with his lips. I could feel my clitoris growing and aching too.

He was sucking my pussy for at least 10 minutes and then I could not hold on any longer. My whole body was writhing with pleasure. It was like I was being tickled with a feather on my clitoris. I wanted to scream and I wanted to pee at the same time.

Since he had held my mouth with his hand, I could not scream and I was dying of shame that I will pee in his mouth. But then I let myself go and with a loud moan, I orgasmed (I think so as this was the first time in my life that I had orgasmed).

I had read and heard from my friends about the joys of orgasming, but this was the first time I was experiencing it. I could feel my juices gushing out. Akash did not waste a drop. He drank all my juice and smiled.

Now he knew that I was under his control. He said, “Didi kaisa laga? Tumhara amrut bhi meetha hai, jaisa Maalkin ka.” (Didi, how was it? Did you like it? Your juices also taste like honey, just like my Maalkin’s).

I said, “Bahut maaza aiya. Lagata hai, Maalkin ne bahut kuch sikhaya.” (It was heavenly. It seems your Maalkin has taught you many things).

But I wanted more. I took his cock in my hands and began sucking it. It was hard as a rock. Though it was not as big as I had seen in porn clips, but for his age, it was big and hard. The end of his penis was red and blood-filled and reminded me of a cobra’s hood.

There were thick visible veins on his penis, starting from the base and going to the tip. His foreskin was pulled back which made his cock-head look bulbous and delectable. They had not taught us about all this in Science class…ha…ha.

Since I had sucked all my BF’s cocks, I was quite comfortable, sucking Akash’s cock. I was even able to take it fully in my mouth and could feel the tip, touching my throat. I could see the happiness on his face. Maybe his Maalkin did not suck his cock. I thought I will ask him about this the next time.

Now I think he could not bear the sensation of my tongue brushing the tip of his cock and his full cock was covered with my saliva as it lay pumping my throat. When I glanced up, I could see the lust and happiness on his face.

He quickly withdrew and made me lie down on my tummy. Then he knelt over my bum, with his cock touching my pussy. He tried to put his cock in but kept missing my hole. I then took his cock and guided it in and it slid in easily.

My cunt was again recharged with all my juices flowing. His cock kept slipping out of my hole. It was the angle and position that did not allow full penetration. So he turned me and made me lie on my back. He lifted both my feet and kept it on his shoulders. Now he could bury his cock deep in my wet and lubricated pussy.

He kept banging hard and each time I could feel his balls making a “plup-plup” sound as it hit my pussy lips. The squishing sound his wet cock made in my pussy was erotic. I was moaning and writhing with pleasure. I closed my eyes and let my lust fill me with nirvana. Suddenly I noticed his cock begin to contract and shudder.

I did not want him to cum in my pussy. I pushed him with my hands, using all my force on his chest. He withdrew and then his cock squirted all his white, thick juice over my stomach and my face. His juices flew almost 3 feet into my hair and eyes and on my face.

What a great experience it was. I looked at the clock on the wall. Oh my God. Two hours had passed. I quickly went to the washroom and had a wash. I peed and washed my pussy thoroughly. Luckily, there was no semen in my pussy as he had climaxed outside.

I then wore my panties and my skirt and did some makeup. Akash gave me a chilled glass of lemon juice and we kissed goodbye. I promised to come again the next day. He said he would be waiting and showed me his cock again.

I picked up my mobile. It was still recording. I switched it off and went back to college. Alka asked me what took me so long to get the assignment from her PC? I told her that the scooty had some starting problems. I gave her the assignment. She was happy that she could submit it before the day ended.

Wait for the next part.

Hi friends, en peyar Prakash enaku amma ilai. En appa irandam tharamaaga ilamaiyana pennai thirumanam seithu kondaar. En appavirku vayathu 40 aagugirathu, en chithi ku vayathu 30 aagugirathu.

En vayathu 22 aagugirathu, en 19 vayathil nadantha sambavathai indru ungaluku solugiren.

Naan palli padithu mudithu kalluri muthal aanduku sela irunthen, en appa thaniyaaga iruka mudiya vilai endru ilamaiyana pennai irandam tharamaaga thirumanam seithu kondar. Naan oru veguliyaana paiyan, enaku kalam kabadam appozhuthu theriyathu.

Naan chithi endru aasaiyaaga azhaithen, chithi paarka azhagaga irupaargal avargalin structure superaaga irukum. Thopai athigam irukathu, en chithi  eazhmaiyana veetil irunthu varugiral avaluku 30 vayathu varai thirumanam seithu koduka mudiya vilai. En appavirku irandam tharamaaga vanthu irunthaal, en chithi oru thevidiya endru enaku appozhuthu theriyathu.

En chithiyai niraiya aangal thirumanathirku munbaaga oothu irukiraargal, aanal avalai paarthal yarum ethuvum sola matargal. Chithi pathini pola irupaal, enai muthal murai paarkum pozhuthu aval mulaiyaal ennai idithu ini ivan enathu magan endru en appa idam solinaal. Naanum chithi meethu entha kama enamum ilamal thaan irunthen.

En appavirku vayathu aagi vitathu avargal kandipaaga chithi udan athigamaaga kaamam seiya mudiyathu. Aanal chithi ilamaiyaanaval aval kuthiyil athigamaaga aripu edukum, naan kama padangal matum dvdyil potu paarpen. En nanban enaku kama padam koduthaan, athai naan veetil appa ilatha pozhuthu paarpen.

Appavirku thirumanam aagi oru varudam aagi vitathu, chithi vantha piragu ennal kama padam parka mudiya vilai. Oru naal chithi veliyil sendru irunthaargal, ithu thaan vaipu endru naan kama padam paarka aarambithen. Jollyaaga kama padam paarthu kondu irukum pozhuthu current cut aagi vitathu, enla dvd cd veliyil eduka mudiya villai.

En chithi pinbu veetirku vanthu vitargal, naan haalil irunthen avargal vantha udan thaan current vanthathu. Tv on agi vitathu, udane chithi ena dvd on seithu irukirathu ena padam parthu kondu irukirai endru ketu en idam remote ketargal. Naan ondrum illai chithi endru soli tv remotetai koduka thayanginen.

Aanal chithi konjam miraki ketathal remote koduthen, chithi dvd on seithu kama padam oodi kondu irunthathai paarthu vitargal. Ennai paarthu ena padam da paarthu irukirai endru ketargal? Naan ethum sola varthai ilamal thigaithu nindren. Chithi antha cd yai eduthu avargal vaithu kondargal, iru naatkal enudan sariyaaga pesave ilai.

Naan chithi idam sendru appa idam ithai soli vidatheergal endru sonen, sari sola maten nee ini entha kama padangalaiyum paarka kudathu endru sonargal.

Naan sari chithi naan ini kama padangal paarka maten endru solinen, oru naal naan veliyil nanban udan vilaiyada sendru irunthenn. Cricket vilaiyadinom, vilaiyada aarambikum pozhuthu baal thulainthu vitathu.

Athanaal naangal veetirku thirumbinom, naan ethirchiyaaga kathavai thiranthu ulle paarthen chithi kama padam potu paarthu kondu irunthaargal.

Naan chithiyai paarthen, chithi udane tv yai off seithu vital. Naan sendru kai kaaal kazhuvi vitu veetirkul vanthu sofavil amarnthen. Chithi en arugil vanthu amarnthu nee paarthathai appa idam soli vidathe endru solinaal.

Sari chithi naan sola maten endru solinen, naan thinamum appa arugil thaan padupen. Aanal chithi en arugil paduthu uranga aarambithaargal, appa idathu pakam chithi naduvil naan valathu pakam paduthu uranginen.

Appa paduthathum uragi vitar, naan urnaga vilai en arugil chithi irunthaargal. Enaku innum kuda chithi meethu kama aasai varamal thaan irunthathu.

Chithi en kaiyai pidithaargal, enaku udane sunni viraika aarambithathu. Ithu naal varai ithu pondu moodu athigamaga irunthathu kidaiyaathu, avalavu moodu eriyathu. En arugil nerungi paduthaargal appozhuthu avargalin mulai en kaiyil patu urasa aarambithathu. Haaaaaaaaaaa mulai kambu en kaiyai kuthiyathu.

Ithu naal varai naan entha penin mulaiyaiyum kaiyil pidithathe illai, muthal murai en meethu mulai padugirathu. En sunni nandraaga viraithu irunthathu, chithi en meethu kai potargal. Marbil kai irunthathu, naan amaithiyaaaga kamathai enjoy seithu kondu irunthen. Mani sariyaaga 11 aagi irukum, chithi enai kati pidika aarambithaargal.

Ennai katti pidithu kondu paduthaargal, avargal kaalai thuki en sunni meethu vaithaagal. Haaaaaaaaaaaa en sunniyil ippohzuthe vinthu vanthu vidum pola irunthathu.

Chithi kaiyai marbil irunthu porumaiyaaga nagarthi vanthu en sunniyil vaithaal. Kaiyai jattikul vitu sunniyai veliyil eduthaal, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sugathil ennal ondrum seiya mudiya villai.

Chithi en porvaikul pugunthu en sunniyai vaaiyil vaithu sappinaal, sirithu neram thaan oombi irupaal. Atharkul enaku thanga mudiyatha sugam thalaiku eari sunni vinthu chithi vaaikul sendrathu.

Chithi sunni kanjai urinthu kudithu vital, pinbu iruvarum kati pidithu kondu urangi vitom. Naan innum oru varathil kalluriku sela vendiya avasiyam irunthathu.

Nalai vidinthathu appa vazhakam pola velaiku kilambi irunthaargal, naan chithiyai kama asaiyil paarthu kondu irunthen. A

ppa veliyil bike eduthaar, appozhuthu chithi en arugil nindru kondu irunthaargal, appa kilambinaar. Chithi ulle vanthu kathavai lock seithu ennai kati pidithu ithazhil lip lock seithal. Nanum chtihi mulaiyil kai vaithu poidithu kondu irunthen.

Chithi mulai miga perithaaga irunthathu athai ennal muzhuvathum pidika mudiya villai, avalavu perithaaga irunthathu.

Chithi ennai padukai araiku azhaithu sendru en aadai muzhuvathaiyum kayatinaal, avalathu aadaiyaiyum muzhuvathum kayati nirvaanamaaga en kan mun nindraaal. Aval nirvana azhai paarkum pozhuthu kama padathil varum pengalai pola periya mulai vaithu irunthaal.

Chithi padukaiyil paduthaal, naan aval mulaiyai sappa aarambithen. En thalaiyil kai vaithu thadavi koduthaal, iru mulai kambaiyum kaiyil pidithu vaiyil vaithu suvaithen. Karupu kaambai mudintha varai vizhungi urinthu sappinen, pinbu chithi en pundaiyai naku da endru solinaal, chithi kuthiyil vaai vaithu naka aarambithen.

Chithi pundaiyai suthamaaga shave seithu vaithu irunthaal, aval kuthiyai nakave suvaiyaaga irunthathu. Chithi kuthiyil naakai viathu nandraga naka aarambithen, avalin iru mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu kondu kuthiyai nandraaga naki konde irunthen.

Appozhuthu chithi aval kaiyai kuthiyil vaithu nandraaga theithaal, ennai vaiyai edukathe nandraaga naku endru solinaal.

Naan naki konde irunthen appozhuthu chithi kuthiyil irunthu velai vinthu vanthathu, athai muzhuvathum sappi kudithen.

Pinbu chithi en sunniyai sirithu neram sapi vitu aval kuthiyil sunniyai vida solinaal. Chithi meethu eeri paduthu kondu sunniyai kuthiyil vitu ooka aarambithen. En 6” sunni aval pundaiyil muzhuvathum irangiyathu, ooka ooka sugamaaga irunthathu.

Chithi kanjai en pundaiyil vitu vidathe aparam unaku naan oru kuzhanthai petru tharuven endru soli sirithaal. Sari chithi endru soli aval kuthiyil oothu konde irunthen, appozhuthu en sunniyil vinthu varum sugam ear patathu. Udane aval kuthiyil irunthu sunniyai veliyil eduthu kanjai chithi mulai meethu adithu ootrinen.

Vinthu vanthathum chithi en sunniyai sappi vital, pinbu naan mendum chithi kuthiyai naki viral potu kanju vara vaithu sappi kudithen. Ini en ilamai irukum varai chithiyai jollyaga oothu kondu irupen, innum oothu kondu thaan irukiren. Enaku thirumanam agum varai kavalaiye illai, jollyaaga oothu kondu irukiren. Nandri!

Hello dosto, main Akshay Thakur apke samne Minal Gupta ki agli kahani leke aya hu. Minal, ek Brahmin ladki, apni Muslim best friend Reshma ke boyfriend Ahmed se chudti ha. Minal ko Ahmed ke lund ka chaska lagne ke baad uski rakhel banke rehti hai. Ab age ki kahani Minal ki jubani.

Hi dosto main asha karti hu aap sabhi ko meri pichli stories pasand ayi ho. Abhi tak apne jana hoga main Ahmed ki rakhel ho gayi thi, uski sex-slave ho gayi thi. Yaha tak ki Ahmed aur Reshma ki shadi ke baad bhi Ahmed mujhse najayaz rishta banaye hue tha. Aur main bhi khushi se uske bistar ki gulam bani hui thi.

Ahmed ke sabhi dost mujhe uski rakhel hi bulate the. Mujhe usme koi etraj nahi tha jabtak Ahmed mujhe chodta rahe. Is dauran mere gharpe bhi meri shadi ki baat chal rahi thi. Kai acche rishte ate gaye par main sabhi ko thukrate gayi. Kyuki mujhe abhi shadi main interest nahi raha tha.

Main Ahmed ki rakhel banke khush thi. Waise bhi usne chod chod ke mere jism ka aisa haal kar diya tha ke koi bhi dekh ke bol sakta hai main ek randi hu. Mere 38DD ke stan abhi thode latakne lage the aur gand fail ke 40 ki ho gayi thi. Isliye shadi main mujhe koi dilchaspi nahi thi.

Ahmed ki shadi ke baad turant Reshma pregnant ho gayi. Reshma ki pregnancy main Ahmed ka lund shant karne ke liye mujhe aksar uske paas jana padta tha. Mera job bhi uske shop ke pass main hi tha to main jab woh bulai uske shop pe ja ke usse chudti thi.

Main akeli ladki nahi thi jo uske lund ki diwani thi kai aur bhi thi. Par Ahmed ki paltu kutiya sirf main thi. Main uske har hukum ka palan karti thi isliye main uski favourite thi. Main bhi do baar Ahmed se pregnant ho gayi thi. Tab Ahmed mujhe ek gynecologist ke pass le gaya aur mera baccha gira diya.

Main un dono ko dekh ke samaj gayi thi Ahmed kai aurto ko uske pass le gaya hai. Shayad unka bhi Ahmed ke sath kuch chakkar hai. Par mujhe uski koi parwah nahi thi. Jab mere gharwale bohut pressure karne lage tab main pareshan rehne lagi.

Tabhi Ahmed na bataya uska ek dost hai jo mujhse shadi karna chahta hai. Main to hairan thi kyuki uske sabhi dost mujhe uske rakhel keh ke jante the. To koi kyu mujhse shadi karega? Par main usse milne ke liye tayar ho gayi. Uska naam Sunil tha, dikhne main kuch khas nahi tha.

Uske adhe baal jhad gaye the aur umar mein bhi mujhse kafi bada tha. Woh ek pharmacy company mein MR ka kaam karta tha. Usse milke mujhe laga ke woh bohut bechara hai aur umar ki waja se shadi nahi ho rahi hai.

Ahmed ke manane pe maine socha kisi se bhi shadi karne se accha hai ki jo meri sacchai janta hai usse karu. Tab maine gharpe Sunil se shadi karne ka decision bata diya. Mere gharwalo ne pehle inkar kiya par fir shadi karwa di.

Hamare riwaj ke hisab se shadi ke baad jabtak pooja aur bhagwan ke darshan nahi hote tabtak suhagraat nahi manayi jati. Hame bhagwan ke darshan ke liye Pali jana tha. Tab ye decide hua ke Ahmed aur Rakesh hume apni gadi se le jayenge. Aur dusre din hum wapis ayenge.

Ahmed ko Sunil ke gharwale jante the to sab mann gaye. Main bhi bohut excited thi. Ek mehine se shadi ki tayari ki waja se meri chudai nahi hui thi. Aur darshan ke baad meri suhagraat Pali mein hone wali thi. Excitement ki baat ye thi ke mera purana ashik baju wale room mein hone wala tha.

Hum subha 7 baje jaldi nikle. Main ek nayi naveli dulhan ke hisab se saj dhaj ke Navari (nine yard saree) peheni thi. Naak mein nathni (nose ring) daal ke apne gale main mangalsutra pehen ke apne naye pati ke sath piche baithi hui thi. Ahmed aur Rakesh age baithe hue the.

Pura rasta woh dono Sunil ko chhed rahe the. Mujpe bhi comment maar rahe the. Par Sunil kuch bhi nahi bol raha tha. Main ye dekh ke thoda hairan thi par tabhi kuch boli nahi. Humne mandir main ja ke darshan liye aur raat 8 baje khana kha ke hotel chale gaye.

Jab main room main gayi to ekdum khush ho gayi kyuki room pura saja hua tha. Bed pe phool biche hue the. Main khush ho ke Sunil ko gale lagaya par usne mujhe pakda bhi nahi. Itne main darwaja knock hua. Sunil ne ja ke darwaja khola tab Ahmed bahar tha.

Ahmed: Rakesh ko kuch kaam hai woh bula raha hai.

Sunil: Main jake ata hu.

Itna bolke woh chala gaya. Main soch rahi thi abhi kya kaam ho sakta hai aur mere kuch bolne se pehle woh chala gaya. Tabhi Ahmed ander aya aur darwaja laga liya.

Ahmed: Kya baat hai kutiya chudne ke liye utavli ho rahi hai.

Minal: Ha kitne din se chut chudi nahi. Tu to janta hai.

Ahmed pass ake mere stan khich ke mujhe apne baho main kaske pakad liya.

Minal: Ahmed chhod Sunil ajayega to problem ho jayegi.

Ahmed: Woh gandu gaya hai apne yaar se apni gaand marwane.Ye bistar hamare liye saja hai.

Main sun ke hairan reh gayi. Tabhi Ahmed ne meri saree ka pallu khicha aur mere dono bade stan apne hato se kaske pakad ke dabane laga. Usne mera blouse khich ke phad diya. Aur jangli kutto ki tarah mere stano pe zapat pada.

Main soch ke sunn reh gayi ki mera pati gandu hai. Aur ye jante hue bhi apne swarth ke liye is harami ne meri shadi uske sath kara di. Ahmed ne mujhe utha ke bistar pe phek diya. Sare phool bikhar gaye. Pholon ki khushbu se main thodi uttejit ho gayi.

Ahmed: Chal chinal apne asli mard ke liye apne jism ki numaish kar.

Minal: Kya Sunil sach mein gandu hai use chudai mein koi dilchaspi nahi?

Ahmed: (mere upar ate hue) Ha randi uska to khada bhi nahi hota. Woh to hamara hi paltu hai. Hamare kehne pe to tujhse shadi ki hai usne. Tu abhi fikar mat kar. Main tujhe khush rakhuga aur Rakesh tere pati ko. Itna kehke Ahmed ne mera netted bra khich ke phad diya.

Mere stan joro se masalne laga. Main apne suhagraat wale bistar pe phulon pe adhi nangi soyi thi aur mera yaar mujhpe chad ke mere stan masal raha. Jabki mera pati baju wali room mein na jane kya kar raha tha.

Ahmed: Abhi tu jindagi bhar ke liye meri paltu rakhel banke rahegi.

Minal: Sale harami ek bar to mujhe puch leta.

Utne main Ahmed ne jordar chata mara.

Ahmed: Tujhe kya puchna chinal. Tu ek randi ki taraha logon se chud rahi thi mere liye. Abhi ek rakhel ki tarah rahegi. Jabh bhi man karega tujhe main istamal kar sakta hu.

Uski bate mujhe chubh bhi rahi thi aur uttejit bhi kar rahi thi. Mere nipples ubharte hue Ahmed ne mehsus kar liye.

Ahmed: Shabash, randi, abhi to tu bhi excite ho rahi hai apne malik ke liye.

Main kuch nahi boli.

Ahmed: Chal abhi apne malik ke liye nach. Apne sare kapde utar ke tujhe chodne ke liye bhik mang.

Ahmed baju mein hatke bistar pe baith gaya. Main ghutno pe khadi ho gayi. Mujhe abhi Ahmed aur Sunil pe gussa araha tha. Par main janti thi agar maine Ahmed ke hukum ka palan nahi kiya to woh mujhe kahi ka nahi chodega.

Isi darr se meri chut bhi gili ho gayi. Main apne aap apni kamar hilate hue apne phate hue blouse aur bra ko utar pheka.

Minal: Mere malik apki barso ki randi aaj apni suhagraat pe apke samne apse chudne ke liye bhik mang rahi hai. Use chod do.

Ahmed: Chud ke kya banegi tu?

Minal: Main apke sath ganda sex karke apki rakhel banugi. Apki gulam banugi.

Abhi main apni saree dhire dhire nikal rahi thi aur bed pe khadi ho ke thumke laga rahi thi.

Ahmed: Aaj se tera ya chuddakad jism kiska hai? Aur kon iska malik hai?

Maine puri saree utaar di aur petticoat ka nada kholke niche gira diya. Abhi main bas panty mein thi. Apne ek stan ko hath se pakad ke aur dusre hath ko chut pe rakh ke boli.

Minal: Aaj se mera ye badan aap ka hai malik. Is shadi shuda aurat ko apni rakhel ke tarah rakho. Use jab marji aur jaise marji ho chodo aur istamal karo. Aaj mere suhagraat ke bistar pe mere pati ke jaga aap mujhe chodo.

Abhi mere badan pe mangalsutra aur panty thi aur hato main chudiya. Baki main puri tarah nangi thi. Ahmed ne mera mangalsutra khich ke mujhe gira diya. Mere pet pe baith ke apna lund pant se nikal ke mere stano ke bich main rakh diya.

Ahmed: Le, maderjat chinal, le apne yaar ka lund apne suhagraat wale bistar pe.

Maine apne stan uske lund pe dono taraf se daba diye aur woh mere stan chodne lag gaya. Main apni jaban bahar nikal ke uske lund ko chatne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Bohut der mere stan chodne ke baad usne mera muh bhi choda.

Bohut berehmi se choda aur sara maal mere muh main nikalne ke baad mujhse bola.

Ahmed: Chal meri rakhel apne malik ka lund chus apni chut ke liye.

Abhi woh bistar se niche utar chuka tha. Main bistar pe lete lete uska lund chat rahi thi. Uski gotiya chus rahi thi. Ahmed mere stan joro se masal raha tha. Aur gand pe thappad mar raha tha. Aaj use bohut josh chada tha woh mujhe jyada jor laga ke marne laga tha.

Mujhe us dard se bhi uttejna ho rahi thi. Main bhi soch rahi thi main sach mein ek randi hu. Jo apni suhagraat pe kisi aur ka mangalsutra pehen ke apne Musalman yaar ka lund chus rahi hu.

Tabhi darwaja khula aur Sunil aur Rakesh ander aye. Main jaldi se apne app ko dhakne lagi aur bistar ke baju main chupne lagi.

Ahmed: kyu chup rahi hai chinal? Tera pati bhi apni Suhagraat apne yaar ke sath manane aya hai.

Tabhi maine dekha Sunil ne sirf upar se kurta pehna tha aur niche kuch nahi. Rakesh ne use kurta nikalne ka ishara kiya aur Sunil kurta utar ke nanga ho gaya. Uska lund dekh ke main khud soch main pad gayi ye to kisi bacche ke jitna hai.

Tabhi Rakesh ne Sunil ko bistar ke baju main jhukaya. Woh pet ke bal pholon pe let gaya. Fir Rakesh ne condom laga ke uski gand marna suru kar diya. Tab tak Ahmed nanga ho ke beer ki ek bottle le ke aya.

Ahmed: Tu kya dekh rahi hai randi? Chal is baju se tu bhi waise hi let jaise tera pati leta hai.

Main chup chap bistar ke dusre baju main apni tange niche rakh ke let gayi. Ahmed ne meri gand mein lund tika ke ander dalna suru kiya.

Ahmed: Dekh pati patni kaise apni Suhagraat mana rahe hai.

Rakesh: Ek sath gand marane mein maja ara hai na chutiye?

Aisa bolke usne Sunil ki gand pe thappad mar diya.

Rakesh: Bol gandu apne muh se.

Sunil: Ha maja aa raha hai.

Ahmed: Dekh teri biwi kaise ek randi ki tarah gand mara rahi hai apne yaar se.

Main sharma se nich dekh rahi thi. Par Ahmed ne mere baal khich ke uski taraf dekhne lagaya to Sunil meri taraf dekh raha tha. Use koi gam nahi tha balki Rakesh ke har ek zatke ke sath woh abhi ahe bhar raha tha. Main abhi gand upar karke Ahmed ka sath dene lagi.

Ahmed: Dekh tera mangalsutra kaise jhul raha hai mere har jhatke ke sath. Bol Minal tujhe kaisa lag raha hai apni shadi shuda gand pati ke samne chudwane mein?

Sunil ke shakal pe gand marane ka sukh dekh ke mera bhi dar khatam ho gaya. Abhi main upar uthke Ahmed ke jhatko ka sath dene lagi.

Minal: Mujhe bhi maja araha hai apni gand marwane mein jo tum har baar marte ho. Bas is bar mere pati ke samne mar rahe ho.

Ahmed ke jhatko mein jor agaya. Abhi woh mere stan jor jor se khich ke meri gand mar raha tha. Main dard aur uttejna se pagal ho rahi thi. Bistar ke ek taraf mera yaar meri gand mar raha tha. Aur dusri taraf mera pati apni gand marwa raha tha.

Ahmed: Le apni shadi shuda gand mein apne ashik, apne yaar ka lund.

Minal: Daal mere pati ke samne apni rakhel ki gand mein lund uski suhagraat pe.

Ye sunke Ahmed jor jor se jhatke marne laga. Maine hato se bedsheet pakad li aur sar niche rakh ke gand marwa rahi thi. Kuch der main usne apna pani meri gand main nikal diya.

Sunil thak ke nanga hi ek kursi pe baitha tha. Rakesh bed pe khada ho ke jis lund se mere pati ki gand mari thi woh mere muh ke samne laya. Main kuch bole bagair use chusne lagi.

Rakesh: Le gandu teri gand ka swad teri patni hamari bhabhi ko chakha diya.

Ye bol ke dono hasne lage. Main puri tarah sharminda bhi thi aur uttejit bhi. Fir dono ne milke mujhe puri raat bhar pela. Sunil chup chap dusre room main ja ke so gaya. Main un dono le sath apne suhagraat wale bistar pe subha ke 4 baje soyi. Fir subha uth ke bhi Ahmed ne mujhe nahate wakt pela.

Wapis ate wakt gadi mein Ahmed mere sath piche baitha tha. Gadi main mujhe adhi nangi rakh ke mere jism ke sath khel raha tha. Jabtak hum gharke pass nahi aye. Fir jaga badal ke hum apne apne ghar chale gaye.

Ghar jane ke baad bhi Sunil ne mujhe hath lagane ki himmat nahi ki. Woh chup chap kone main sota tha. Ghar mein sirf main aur Sunil rahte the isliye abhi Ahmed kabhi bhi ake mujhe chod deta tha. Aur uski rakhel uske har ek hukum ka palan karti thi.

Ek mahine mein fir se pregnent hui aur firse mujhe usi gynecologist le pass le gaye. Par is baar Ahmed aur uski kuch aur baat hui aur mujhe alag treatment dene lage mujhe kuch tablets di aur mere dono stano pe injections diye. Do hafte main mera doodh banna suru hua.

Fir mera abortion kiya par doodh fir bhi ruka nahi balki jyada dard karne laga. Tab Ahmed ne bataya usne mujhe lactation ki dawai dilwa di hai. Abhi main sirf rakhel nahi uski doodh wali gai bhi banugi. Abhi Ahmed har din ake mera doodh chusta aur man kare to chodke fir kaam pe jata.

Jab woh nahi ata to main Sunil ko chusne bolti ya fir suction karke milk bank mein bhej deti. Ahmed ne aise mere jism ke sath khilwad kiya. Sabkuch jante hue apne swarth ke liye meri ek gandu se shadi kara ke meri jindagi barbad kar di. Aur apni rakhel bana ke rakh diya.

Isme meri chudai mein koi kami nahi ayie khule aam apne pati ke samne chudne lagi. Maine ek bar bhi uska lund khada hote nahi dekha. Ahmed fir bhi mujhe shop pe bula ke mere doodh pite hue meri chudai karta.

Ek din Reshma ne hame aise hi uske shop pe pakad liya aur uske bad bohut bada jhagda hua. Usne mujhe bura bhala bol ke apni jindagi se dur rehne ko kaha.

Ye thi meri shadi aur barbadi ki kahani. Agla part jo ki akhri hoga usme abhi lockdown mein hui ek romanchak badlav ke bare main bataugi. Tabtak aap iss story pe comments jarur kariye. Pichli story pe comments nahi aye to mujhe laga koi interested nahi hai.

Agar aap chahte hai main agle parts likhu aap mail aur comments bhejte rahiye. Mera mail id hai [email protected]. App chahe to mujhse hangout pe chat bhi kar sakte hai.

Dear All, I am back with the 2nd part of the story. I would like to say sorry for the long delay. I was too busy. I got an overwhelming response from the readers in the first part. I am thankful to everyone who sent me emails of appreciation. Those who haven’t read the first part yet, please do read that before reading this one.

So let us move forward into the story of extreme pleasure.

The next day I started searching online for a perfect bull for my beautiful wife. Although, by now, I was kind of assured that Nisha won’t make a scene when I would reveal my fantasy to her. At the same time, I knew it won’t be easy to convince her for the same.

I wanted to work on both these tasks together – convincing Nisha and searching for a bull for her. I started searching for bulls online. Some websites looked like scams, but some were genuine. Most were based in the western hemisphere. Very few included profiles from Asia or the Middle East.

After an exhaustive search, I found an online adult forum. I created an account and requested access. To my luck, they approved my request in an hour or so. I entered the forum and started exploring its threads(posts) created by various members for discussion.

Many men, women, and couples had posted their cuckold experiences, along with their pictures, in most of which they had morphed their faces. I was shocked to see how many people were already experiencing real life, which was still a fantasy.

There was also a chat section and chatrooms in the forum. But there were mostly all Westerners there. I then focused on the ‘Search’ section and tried to find some Indian or Asian bulls. The search results were encouraging as it showed more than 100 profiles of bulls.

Most of them were from the Indian subcontinent, few middle eastern men, and very few east Asian men. I was focusing mainly on Indian men. I started browsing. Most of the bulls were boasting about themselves, their size and stamina, etc.

Thankfully, in a genuine ‘review’ section, couples/women who had slept with a particular bull had given their honest reviews. Half of the profiles had no reviews at all, and some had only 1 -2 feedbacks. Most of the feedbacks was average rating and not very encouraging.

Some women had given comments that they were disappointed and regretted sleeping with that bull. I was getting a little discouraged. Suddenly I noticed one profile with a 4.5 stars rating. The profile name was ‘passionatelover,’ and it had more than 50 reviews. I thought to myself – this seems to be a good find.

I opened his profile page. He was an Indian guy. The profile had posted some normal pics of his. His age was mentioned as 30, and height as 5’11”. In photos, he looked of average build, yet handsome and smart. Then I focused on the ‘reviews’ section, which totally blew my mind.

Both couples and women had posted feedbacks for the guy. Everyone had given him a 5 or 4 -star rating.

One woman wrote –
“This guy is a bomb in bed. He took me to heaven. I was worried about only one thing – that neighbors may hear my heavy moans and screams.”

Another Couple said –
“He far exceeded our expectations. What he carries between his legs is a real monster.”

One more couple had shared their experience –
“I sat there on the sofa, watching my wife getting banged by him. He banged her for nonstop 40 minutes with a speed of a machine and force of a horse in one single position. She was screaming as I have never seen her before. Later she told me that she came thrice in that single session.”

There were more than 20 reviews, and everyone was calling this guy a ‘lady killer’ and a ‘bomb in bed.’ I was thrilled after reading those reviews, and immediately I sent this a guy a message. I gave a brief introduction of myself and told him what I wanted.

I asked him if he was available and if we could meet in person. Until evening, there was no reply from the guy. I came back home and thought that I have to work on Nisha to get her mentally prepared for my evil plan.

In the night, when we laid on the bed to sleep, I said – Jaan!

Nisha – Yes, jaanu?

I winked at her and said – Let’s do something.

Nisha – I am so sorry, but my periods have just started today.

I made a sad face.

Nisha – What happened? It’s just a matter of 3 days.

Me – Yeah, it’s ok, jaan.

Nisha – But your face is saying something else. Are you too horny to wait?

Me – Well, I will wait, jaan. Don’t bother.

Nisha – Let me make you cum. It’s not good to keep boiling like this.

Me – How, jaan? You don’t even like to watch porn much.

Nisha – It’s not like that. I am not fond of it, but sometimes I can. Let us watch something while I will give you a handjob.

I smiled at her. She pulled out a condom from the drawer, opened it and covered my dick with it, and started stroking with her soft hands. My dick stood up in no time.

One idea struck my mind. Why not show some cuckold video to Nisha at this moment! At least she would start getting an idea of it. I opened a porn website on my phone and searched for one of the cuckold videos I had watched before. The cuckold video started.

There were 2 men and a woman talking in the video. We had kept the sound low because the kids were sleeping. So we could not hear what they were saying. But it was clear that there was a man with his wife, talking to another man.

After a few minutes, the husband stood up and sat on a sofa seat, which was kept near a bed. The other man (the bull) stood up and held the wife’s hand, and made her stand up. She shyly smiled and stood up.

Then in a sudden move, the bull lifted the wife in his arms and moved towards the bed. The wife chuckled and looked at her husband. The husband was also smiling.

Nisha said – What kind of video is this?

Me – I don’t know, jaan. Let’s see.

The bull put the wife on the bed, and he came near to her and started hugging and kissing her. The wife was smiling and responding very well to his moves. She was also looking at her husband, sometimes giving him naughty smiles, who used to smile back as if he is giving his approval.

Nisha said – What is this happening? The husband is sitting there while the wife is enjoying another man in front of him.

Me – Yeah, very strange. Let’s see.

Nisha was stroking my dick while watching the video, and I wanted to see how she reacts to the video. The video progressed further. The bull had already undressed the wife topless. Only a panty was remaining on her body. She had a great figure with big juicy boobs.

The bull started squeezing and sucking on her boobs. The wife was letting him do what he wants. She was enjoying and started to moan. Every now and then, she used to look at her husband and smile, who used to smile back to her with lots of love in his eyes.

Nisha – Oh, my god, jaanu. How can a husband see his wife sleeping with another man?

Me – Yeah. He is not only watching but seems to be enjoying it.

Nisha – How weird!

Me – Shall we watch some other video?

Nisha – No, I wanna see how it goes.

I was happy that Nisha wanted to watch it further.

Next, the bull stood up on the bed, and the wife stood up on her knees in front of him. The bull was wearing only his boxers, and his erected dick was making a huge bulge in his boxers. The wife again looked at her husband with a naughty smile. The husband smiled back at her to give her a ‘go ahead’ signal.

Then the wife looked up to the bull with a smile and then placed her hands on both sides of his boxers on his waist and in a sudden move dragged it down to his knees. His erected big dick popped out like a spring.

It was indeed big in both length and thickness. It was shaking with excitement, just 2 inches away from the wife’s face.

Her eyes became wide and bright, seeing it, and she exclaimed  – Oh my god!

Immediately coinciding with her, Nisha also exclaimed – Oh my God!

I paused the video and looked at Nisha. Nisha looked at me. Her face was a little red with shame or perhaps excitement.

I asked – What happened?

Nisha said – Oh, God jaanu, it’s a monster!

Me – But that day, you said you don’t find anything special about huge dicks.

Nisha – I said that about those bulky black guys. This man is white, handsome, and… well, carries a mouth-watering banana between his legs.

Me – Oh God. has it watered your mouth as well?

She shyly smiled and said – Come on, play it, naa jaanu. Let us watch.

I resumed the video.

The video’s wife was still exclaiming, looking at the huge dick in front of her eyes. She looked at her husband smilingly as if she was thanking him. He smiled back as if he was telling her to enjoy what was in front of her. She placed one of her hands on the bull’s huge throbbing dick.

She started caressing the dick. Then she put her another hand as well and started stroking it softly with both hands. I looked from the sides of my eyes, and Nisha’s eyes were totally stuck to the screen. I never saw her so lost in porn ever before.

Perhaps it was because we were watching porn after a very long time. Anyhow, I was happy that she liked the video. In the video, the bull pushed himself a little further, and the tip of his dick touched the wife’s lips. The wife could not hold herself back anymore and opened her hungry mouth.

The huge monster slipped into it. She locked her beautiful lips around his big dick. She started sucking the dick like a huge lollypop while stroking half of the dick with both her hands. Nisha tightened her hand’s grip on my dick, and she was stroking it with greater force now. It was a sign she was really getting excited.

I wanted to touch her between her legs. But my one hand was holding the mobile while on the other hand, she was lying with her head on it. Moreover, she was on her periods. But for sure, she was getting horny watching the video.

After a couple of minutes, the bull put his hands on the wife’s head and started fucking in her mouth with his big monster. It seemed like his dick was hitting her throat.

Nisha exclaimed – Oh God jaanu, this is so wild!

It went on for a few minutes. Then they changed positions, and the wife laid on the bed. The bull removed her panties and threw it on the husband’s face. The bull and the hubby laughed, and the wife also chuckled, looking at her hubby. Then the bull spread her legs apart, exposing her beautiful pussy completely.

He brought his face forward. He stopped just an inch away from her pussy and looked the wife in her eyes. The wife shyly smiled, and then the bull gave a strong kiss on her pussy. The wife moaned and looked at her husband. Then the bull started licking her pussy wildly.

She was in 7th heaven in no time. She closed her eyes and started to enjoy the moment with loud and heavy moaning. Her husband was masturbating now as he was too very excited. The wife then spread her pussy lips with her hands and exposed her clitoris to the bull.

He immediately started sucking on it. The wife almost screamed with pleasure, put her hands on the bull’s head, and pushed her pussy fully in his mouth.

Nisha said – Oh, Jaanu, I can’t watch anymore. This is so hot and wild.

Me – What happened?

Nisha – it’s making me wet down there.

I smiled and removed my hand from under her head and put it between her legs over her pajamas. I slipped my hand inside her pajamas, and now my hand was over her panties. She was wearing a sanitary pad beneath her panties. So I rubbed her pussy from over her panties.

Nisha did not stop me and kept stroking my dick. We started watching the video again. The bull was now literally eating wife’s pussy, and she was in 7th heaven of pleasure, moaning heavily. Her husband was also enjoying the scene so much.

After a couple of minutes, the wife screamed loud, and her body shuddered. The bull stopped as the wife came heavily. For a couple of minutes, her body kept shaking as she enjoyed that heavenly orgasm. She then opened her eyes and signaled her husband to come closer to her.

The husband stood up from the sofa and sat on the bed near her head. She laid on his lap, and the husband hugged and kissed her with love. She smiled and looked at the bull. The bull came between her legs. The bull then touched her pussy with his dick’s tip and rubbed it on her pussy along its length.

Nisha – Jaanu, this is so weird, yet so hot and wild. Don’t you think so?

Me – Yeah. It is jaan.

Nisha – She is lying in the lap of her husband while another man is going to enter her. This is so unreal yet so erotic.

Me – Yeah, you are right, jaan.

The bull pushed his dick inside the wife’s pussy. She moaned with some pain visible on her face. The bull pushed his dick further in her pussy. Her pussy was still wet, and in no time, that big monster was completely inside it. The woman showed signs of pain as if it was the first time she took such a big dick.

She hugged her husband for support, and the husband hugged her back, kissed her, and tried to console her to make her comfortable. The bull kept still for a couple of minutes until the wife became somewhat relaxed. The husband looked at his wife. She looked at the bull to give him a ‘go ahead’ signal.

The bull started to move his dick in and out of her pussy slowly. The wife still looked in some pain, but she was responding well now. A couple of minutes later, the bull started increasing his speed. The bull and the husband both realized that she was no more in pain.

The husband signaled the bull, and the bull accelerated his fucking speed immediately. The wife screamed. But now she was screaming with pleasure instead of pain. The bull was now fucking her with full force and her cuckold husband was helping her to enjoy it.

Nisha and I were also getting excited. She had opened her legs wide open for me to properly rub her pussy from over her panties. She was also stroking my dick rigorously now. I could see on her face how horny she was at that moment. The bull kept fucking the wife with deep thrusts for 10 minutes in that position.

He used to take out his dick almost 90% and then push it back completely. Combined with a rapid pace, this gave heavenly pleasure to the wife and her face showed it. Then they changed position. The bull laid down on the bed, and the wife stood up.

She moved and stood up above his dick and then looked at her husband. Her husband came closer to her and held her waist with both hands. She started sitting on the bull’s big dick. The bull held his dick with his hand in a straight position, and the husband brought down his wife to sit on his dick.

The wife’s pussy touched the bull’s dick, and in 2 seconds, it was fully inside her. She exclaimed with pleasure and looked at her husband. The husband held her waist again and started moving her up and down. She was now riding the bull’ cock, and it was her husband who was making her jump up and down on it.

When she used to jump up, almost 90% of the dick was out. Then she used to sit back, taking the whole of it. Slowly they were increasing the pace, and she was again in heaven.

Nisha exclaimed – Oh jaanu, this is so erotic. She is not even doing the job of jumping herself. Her husband is doing it for her.

Me – Yeah, jaan, this is indeed so erotic and exciting.

The scene continued. The husband was making his wife jump over bulls’ dick with full speed and force now, and she was enjoying it like hell. After a couple of minutes, the wife looked at the bull and then her husband. The husband came behind her and put his both hands below her each thigh and held her up.

The bull again inserted his big dick in her pussy and fucking her at a full pace like a machine. She was held still in the air, and the bull’s dick was moving in and out of her pussy with such a rapid pace, it seemed like she was being fucked by a dildo machine.

The wife was lost in pleasure, and her screams were being so loud now. Her hubby was holding her up in the air like an obedient servant. Nisha was excited as hell by now.

She exclaimed  – Oh, jaanu. I also wanna get fucked like this.

Me – Yeah, jaan. You will soon be.

I started rubbing her faster. She was also stroking me at a full pace now. The bull was fucking the wife unstopping in the video, and she was screaming all out with pleasure now. For 10 minutes, the bull kept fucking her like that while her hubby kept holding her in the air.

The bull then showed signs of orgasm. The wife got down and sat on her knees on the bed, and the bull stood up and started stroking his dick. She opened her mouth and brought it near to the bull’s throbbing dick.

Nisha was also on edge by now – Oh yes, jaanu, rub me faster, harder. I am cummimg, I am cumming!

Within a minute, the bull’ dick exploded, and the first stream of thick white cream ejaculated like a jet and fell on the wife’s face. After that, all cream started dipping in her open mouth, and she took it all like a hungry slut.

As Nisha saw the bull’s dick exploding, she also had her orgasm. She stopped my hand and held it, and pushed it down hard over her pussy. Looking at Nisha, having an orgasm had an electric effect on me, and I also came in no time.

“Ah, jaan, I also came.”

As Nisha had her orgasm, she was taking deep breaths with slow moans. In the video, the wife swallowed the bull’s cum, and Nisha said – Oh God, what a slut she is!

I stopped the video. Nisha was trying to regain her breath and senses, and so was I. After a couple of minutes, we both were kinda back to normal. Nisha came closer to me and hugged me.

Nisha – I love you, jaanu.

Me – Love you too, Shona. How was it!

Nisha – Oh God, jaanu. After a very long time, I have had such an intense and wonderful orgasm. It was amazing. Love you so much.

Me – Love you too, jaan. How was the video?

Nisha – It was weird, jaanu, but very thrilling and erotic at the same time.

I went to the washroom to clean myself. I wanted to talk to Nisha about the scene. How she felt about the husband watching his wife getting banged by someone else in front of him.

I came back in a couple of minutes. Nisha had already slept by then, and I did not want to disturb her sleep. I thought I would talk to her the next day, and then I also slept.

In the next part, I will share what response I got from the bull and how I convinced my beautiful wife to fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Please send me your feedback at [email protected], and stay tuned for the next part.

Ridhima sat on the bed, held her face with her hands, and started sobbing. Her mouth was dry because she had narrated her long story and kept crying while doing so.

Naveen, too, was sitting on the couch, listening carefully to Ridhima. An hour ago, he was shivering with anger and grief after he discovered his wife’s scars. But now he seemed calm and composed. He decided she would experience romantic love making with him.He got up, walked towards Ridhima, and gave her a glass of water.

Ridhima drank some water and felt better. With her teary eyes, she looked at Naveen, who was closely observing her. She had some doubts in her mind. She thought if Naveen saw her scars, he would lose interest in her and eventually leave her.

After all, why would a guy like to live with a woman who carries in her body the marks of physical abuse by some other guy? The scars would constantly remind him that she was with some other guy before him, who used and abused her. Then left her like trash for some other woman.

She felt like a second-hand used undesirable car and had no value. But Naveen was a man made of a different turf. He was a man of virtues. He would never consider a human being like an object. So there was no question of him considering Ridhima as ‘second hand.’

Indeed Ridhima was of no value to him. For he considered her invaluable, just like a precious diamond. The day he met her for the first time was the day he decided to go to any extent for her. He was a successful aerospace engineer working in the public sector with a handsome salary and loads of perks.

He was tall, smart, handsome, and young. Many families were ready to give up chunks of money, property for a groom like him. But he was not someone who could be bought with money.

He ignored all the proposals of many beautiful young girls, and their families’ dowry offers for a divorced girl who happened to be a victim of sexual assault. Many of his relatives called him names, mocked his choice, and even mocked his parents, who were ready to accept Ridhima as their daughter-in-law.

But nothing deterred Naveen back then, and nothing would deter him now as well. He sat down on his knees, facing Ridhima, who was still sitting on the bed. He came closer to her legs and held her soft hands. He looked at his wife and then kissed her hands.

Naveen: I’m sorry for what happened to you. I’m sorry for unknowingly hurting you. I don’t know what else I should say. But I know that a girl like you deserves the best, and I will try to be the best for you.

Saying this, he wiped her tears and kissed her hands again. Ridhima let out more tears from her eyes. But these tears were that of happiness and relief rather than of pain. Ridhima was still in her white blouse and pink petticoat only, tempting Naveen once again.

He held her feet and started lifting her petticoat. Ridhima got a bit tensed again, but Naveen calmed her down. He assured her that he doesn’t care about her scars and just wanted to make love with her. He raised her petticoat till her thighs.

Her thighs too had burn marks of cigarettes, cut marks from knife and wounds from an iron rod. Ridhima closed her eyes. She always felt the same pain by looking at the scars that she felt when Sandeep inflicted them on her. But the next second, she felt a pair of warm and soft hands running over her thighs.

They acted like an ointment for her. She felt relieved. Slowly a pair of lips joined the hands, and now she was being kissed and caressed at the same time. A slight moan of pleasure came out of her mouth. Naveen kissed every inch of her thighs, disregarding the ugly scars.

He massaged her legs while kissing her thighs. Slowly he brought his tongue out and started licking her legs while kissing. Ridhima felt a tongue on her skin for the first time. She automatically let out a very loud moan, just like the girls she saw in the porn movies.

She couldn’t believe what she did and was embarrassed. She blushed and smiled. Out of shyness, she pushed Naveen a little and then ran away. She stood leaning towards the wall hiding her smiling face by pressing it with the wall, along with her boobs.

Her back, along with her sexy transparent bra straps, faced Naveen once again. Her round ass hiding behind her petticoat enticed Naveen. He got up from his knees, walk towards her, and hugged her from behind.

Naveen: No more, honey! Today I’ll be yours and make you mine.

He whispered these lines in her ears as he hugged her from behind. Ridhima felt a current flowing through her body. She felt some liquids flowing out from her pussy. It was an unusual feeling. She loved every moment of it. Naveen removed her hair and kissed her neck from back.

He kept brushing his soft hands on her naked shoulders, arms, and belly. He held her boobs over her bra and slightly pressed them while kissing her neck. All these touches were making Ridhima hornier every second. Just 5 minutes ago, she was in deep agony.

But now she felt like being in heaven, with her loving husband, whose lips were now going downwards from her neck. Naveen kissed and licked her spine as he moved downwards from her neck to her bra hook. He bit the strap with his teeth and used a hand to open the hook.

The tight bra was holding her boobs with great pressure. Ridhima gave a moan of relief after the hook was opened. Her bareback was now on the mercy of Naveen’s mouth. He kept kissing and licking her back. It seemed that he would compensate for all the scars on her back with his kisses in one night itself.

Ridhima kept moaning in ecstasy as her husband reached her lower back just above her hips. He sat on his knees again and gave some kisses on her lower back. He held her waist with both hands and turned her around. Ridhima’s T-shaped navel came in front of Naveen’s nose.

Her flat stomach was less than an inch away from his lips. He kissed her navel once again. Ridhima moaned instantly, and then Naveen kissed her entire stomach. He sucked her tiny navel once and then took out his tongue and started tongue fucking it.

Ridhima kept moaning continuously as her navel was being played with a wet tongue. Her slutty moans were making Naveen restless, and he went upwards to her boobs. Her bra was still on, but her nipples were hard as a rock and erect. Hence very much visible under her bra.

Naveen started biting them over the bra. He gave some kisses here and there and then licked her cleavage. He went upwards and then started kissing her neck. Her smooth neck drove him crazy once again. He spent a good amount of time there.

Finally, he reached her lips. Before he could kiss her, Ridhima herself pulled him and started smooching him. They smooched each other with great vigor and passion, both not willing to break the kiss. They kept kissing as Naveen took hold of her bra straps on her shoulder and pulled them down.

Her bra was off her body now. Naveen threw it on the floor and kept kissing her. Ridhima let him take her bra off but immediately covered her boobs with her arms. She, too, didn’t stop smooching her husband and kissed him with more energy.

Their lips and tongues wrestled like angry wrestlers for a very long time. Finally, they broke the kiss to catch a breath. Naveen once again looked at his wife’s closed eyes, her sweaty skin. Her breasts were covered with her hands going up and down as Ridhima breathed heavily.

He couldn’t stop himself from hugging her. Ridhima too hugged him back with equal passion. Her hands were now on his back, and her hard nipples touched his chest. Naveen now picked his wife up in his arms and took her to the bed. He once again made her lay on the bed carefully.

Ridhima laid straight, and this time didn’t hide her boobs. Her hands were in the air, welcoming Naveen to come over her. Naveen saw her cute and sexy boobs for the first time. Those fair erect nipples, her round boobs made him hornier than ever. He went near them and kissed them.

Ridhima raised his t-shirt from the back and then slowly removed it. She hugged his bare chest as he kissed everywhere on her breasts. Ridhima wanted him to take her nipples inside his mouth. But Naveen started teasing her by brushing his nose and lips over her nipples.

He did this several times, tickling her a lot but did not take them inside his mouth. Ridhima kept moaning and smiling all the time and pleaded him to stop. Finally, he opened his mouth to suck one of her nipples. Her other nipple was being rubbed by his fingers.

He took a turn to suck both her boobs. After spending a lot of time there, he reached for her petticoat strings. This time Ridhima herself opened them and herself raised her ass for Naveen to pull her petticoat down. Naveen did so, and now all that his sexy wife was wearing was a small yellow thong.

Naveen kissed her lower belly, and her inner thighs just below the thong. He could feel that her thighs were wet, and her thong had a wet patch. The smell of her love juices felt awesome, and he started kissing her pussy over the thong.

Ridhima closed her eyes as she was at the peak of her pleasure. Naveen slowly raised her ass and removed her thong. And there she was, completely naked in front of Naveen for the first time. She felt a bit shy, covered her face with her hands, and closed her legs to hide her pussy.

Naveen paused for a moment and observed Ridhima, who looked back at him. The room was silent. All they could hear was the sound of drizzle outside. They didn’t even realize when they started kissing each other. Ridhima held Naveen by his head and pulled him closer to kiss him.

Naveen too kissed her with equal passion. His hands were busy caressing her boobs, stomach. They finally reached her pussy. He shifted from her lips to her boobs and inserted his finger inside her pussy. Ridhima didn’t have any sex for more than 2 years, and her pussy was very tight.

It took some effort for Naveen to insert his finger. It pained a little. But Ridhima soon overcame it with the help of the pleasure she experienced. Naveen was kissing and sucking her boobs and, at the same time, fingering this Indian housewife’s pussy.

Both her private parts were being loved simultaneously, and she couldn’t stop giggling and moaning. It was too much pleasure for her, and she was getting closer to her first orgasm. In her yearlong marriage and endless fucking sessions with Sandeep, she had never reached an orgasm.

She had not masturbated since her marriage and was yearning for an orgasm. Naveen, too wanted to cum. He removed his pants and his boxers in one go. His dick hard like a rock came out. Ridhima saw his dick. As if inviting it to fuck her, instantly opened her legs.

Her pussy lips also opened a little and gave Naveen a clear opening to enter her. He got between her legs and kept his dick on her lips. Ridhima gasped as she felt the hardness of her loving partner’s dick for the first time after her marriage on her delicate pussy. Naveen, too was desperate.

He closed his eyes and gave a thrust. She was tight. He gave some more thrusts slowly, giving her pussy the time to adjust. Soon all the love-making worked in his favor. Her pussy got slippery and helped in digesting the huge monster. Ridhima shouted a little in pain but didn’t allow Naveen to stop.

She wanted to be fucked immediately. Naveen, sensing this, started humping her slowly. Both of them felt in heaven as Naveen’s slow humping did wonders. He kept the same pace for a few minutes. But his dick went deeper inside her pussy with every thrust.

Ridhima was already leaking her juices. Naveen was also very close. He increased his speed. Ridhima was waiting for it and started screaming in pleasure. Naveen, too, enjoyed it and increased his pace further with every passing second.

A couple of minutes later, he was fucking Ridhima like a monster. Ridhima couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it. She had already squirted twice and was swiftly building a third orgasm. Naveen was in no condition to hold his cum any further. He gave his strongest thrust so far went further deep.

Ridhima felt a dick this deep inside her pussy for the first time. Both of them unloaded their liquids at the same time and groaned heavily. Ridhima was at the peak of ecstasy. Never did she feel the same way before. She kept leaking non-stop.

Naveen, too kept humping till he leaked out the last drop of his cum. The feeling of his seeds going deep inside her pussy was a different feeling altogether. Naveen unloaded all his cum and fell over Ridhima.

Ridhima, too had very little energy left. For her, it was a moment she would cherish all her life. The first sex she had with Naveen, the first sex session she enjoyed, and her first orgasm.

Naveen, too couldn’t believe that he cummed inside her wife’s pussy. It was a memorable night for him too. Both of them hugged each other. They held each other tightly to their hearts. They hugged, kissed, and cuddled for a while and then slept in each other’s arms.

To be continued.

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Hello all, I hope this is my first and last story. There will be no fucking and fondling description here. The story here is of my innocent sister, who unknowingly used to show, random people, her boobs. Please don’t make any negative thoughts about this imagined story into your real life.

I’m Sam, studying 3rd-year Mechanical Engineering. My sister Sweety, is studying in the 12th standard and is 18 years old. Both my parents are working in a private organization.

My sister Sweety is a fair and chubby girl. Her boobs are very big and firm. Her shirt buttons will struggle to hold her tits within it. Everyone, from the school bus driver to the school peon, are always eagerly waiting to see my sister’s chest mangoes.

I never had a chance of seeing her naked. But I had a look at her cleavage, numerous times. My local friends come to my house to play carom. Without her deliberately doing it, she used to seduce us all, by showing us, her gorgeous cleavage.

Not only my friends but also some roadside strangers used to enjoy my sister’s cleavage. Anyone from the road can see her, showing cleavage, when she sweeps, our house verandah.

The paperboy and the milkman never miss an opportunity to see my sister’s cleavage whenever she bends to pick the daily-paper and the milk-can from outside the house.

Usually, my sister wears a tight churidar top in our house. And since she is at home she does not think it necessary, to wear a shawl, thereby displaying her twin mountains, which are protruding out of her chest. My friend’s mouth water on seeing my sister, roaming here and there, with her bulging bosom and shaped butts in that tight churidar.

One day my sister asked me whether she can come to my gym? She felt that she is fat so she wished to reduce her weight. I invited my head coach to my house after having a discussion with him about admitting a girl in his gym.

This was the first time that a girl wanted to join our gym which basically was for gents. So after some discussion, he came along with two of my other friends Gopal and Stanly to have a talk at our place and meet my sister.

That day my sweet sister was wearing a pink churidar, with a shawl wrapped around her neck. Gopal winked at Stanly wickedly, after seeing my sister. The curves of her body only raised my friend’s urge to molest her in their minds.

My sis served everyone a cup of milk. Every time she bent to serve them, her deep cleavage was displayed to them. All of them had to make quite an effort to hide their boners, in order to avoid any embarrassment.

The timing for her gym workout was fixed for early morning hours. And no other persons were allowed to enter during my sister’s working out hours, other than these four people – the head coach, Gopal, Stanly, and myself.

After a discussion on timing and other gym-related kinds of stuff, everyone left. My sister started searching for her cupboard for the dress, to be worn, the next day. I wished to see what outfit she is going to select. But since I need to get up early, I ignored it and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up and prepared myself for the tit feast going to happen in a few minutes. My sister is in a red churidar top. She has a bag for her gym outfit. Then we both went to the Gym center. There, they were eagerly waiting for my sister. They are already in their workout session and no other people were there.

The head coach told me that he will take charge of my sister and asked me to work out on my own. I started doing my daily set of workouts and had an eye on my sister too.

The head coach is seated at his office table. He asked her to fill the registration form. Since there is no chair to sit down, she is left with no choice but to remain standing and then she bent in front of him to fill the form.

His eyes were enjoying her vast cleavage valley, formed between my sister’s boobs. My two friends saw this and giggled among themselves.

Sister asked the coach, where the changing room was? He replied that he had lost the room key and urged her to change, there itself. My sister was puzzled and looked at me. I said there is nothing to fear and convinced her. Finally, they succeeded in convincing my sister, to change there, itself.

She went to a corner and turned her back towards us. But she failed to realize that there are mirrors all over the room on walls since it was a gym and this was normal. She did not realize that she can be seen from any corner of the gym.

My sister removed her top and for the first time, I’m seeing her in a bra. Stanly started recording it secretly on his mobile. She then took a towel and wrapped herself. She carefully stripped her garments, so that the towel won’t dropdown.

She then started wearing her gym outfits quickly. We peeked to every extent possible to see her naked. But she is very careful in holding the towel. Now she was in a loose sleeveless yellow t-shirt and a white mini-trouser.

Then the gym session started. She first went to the treadmill. Her boobs started bouncing and slowly the speed increased, and with that, the bouncing of her boobs also increased. Stanly, who was by her side on another treadmill, started recording her bouncing tits silently.

After running for twenty minutes, she got thirsty and asked for water. Gopal gave her the water bottle. Since she was very thirsty, she gulped the water quickly, resulting in the spilling of water all over her chest. Already the sweat which had formed over her chest was displaying her nipples slightly.

The addition of more water made it transparent and showed us everything inside her top quite accurately. One can easily trace out the shape of her boobs.

Then the coach showed her how to do push-ups. He then asked her to do it. She started in a brisk manner and then gradually fell down exhausted. She had no energy, to raise her hip upwards. We all had a perfect view, of her cleavage while she was doing the push-ups. We were also staring at her long, smooth legs.

Then the coach, caught her hip and raised it in an upward motion, to help her do more push-ups. He also gave chances to both my friends to touch her hip, by saying that, they will help her in increasing her push-up count.

Finally, when everyone is done with her hips, they asked her to do her final exercise. PLANK..!

For all who do not know what this exercise is about, the plank also called a front hold, hover or abdominal bridge is an isometric core strength exercise that involves maintaining a push-up for the maximum possible time.

This was the moment, we were all are waiting for, because, for nearly a minute, she will show everyone her boobs, in a motionless state.

After showing her how to do it, she started planking. Since she had not worn a bra, her nipples were clearly visible. And through Gopal’s hawkeye observation, he informed Stanly, in a husky voice to note the cute ‘mole’ on her right breast. But I overheard him and saw my sister’s breast mole, for the very first time.

After a few seconds, she felt difficult to plank and so closed her eyes, determined to continue planking. Stanly took no time, went in front of her, and clicked photos of hers. I’m sure in every portrait, there will be my sister’s nipples clearly visible.

She got up after the plank and reminded us that the gym timing allotted for us was over. Then she dressed up in the same way, she has earlier stripped before us. This time too we could see her fully naked. Now she is back in her red churidar top and a shawl over her chest.

Before leaving, my sis asked for water. Gopal gave her the bottle and then turned the ‘table fan’ towards her, which is nearby. The sudden wind blew my sister’s shawl away and the twin peaks gave them, its last view that day. She adjusted her shawl and thanked everyone there before returning home.

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