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It was 5 am one Saturday morning when he woke me up. It was still dark outside. Our bedroom was illuminated by one small dim light in a corner. Further me having a blurry vision meant that I was unable to identify who it was from amongst my three husbands. All I could see was the thing that was a few inches away from me.

Despite being a mother in her early forties, five o’clock was too early for me to wake up. While I was asleep, I felt something being rubbed on my lips. At first, I thought it was a part of my dream. After all, in that dream, I was back in my hometown sucking on one blackcurrant ice-candy.

As my dream continued, I threw the leftover wooden stick in the trash and walked away with my girlfriends. Still, I felt something pressing against my lips. Slowly the dream faded away, but the cyclic pressure on my lips was consistent.

Rather it was increasing as if someone was forcing their way inside my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw the tip of a big dick hanging in front, just a couple of inches away from my face. The dick was erect, with the foreskin pulled back, exposing the pink tip completely.

As I said, I was unable to see whom this dick belonged to. Worst case scenario, a thief broke into our house. He saw me and thought, “Hey, why not fuck that hot MILF in bed,” and tried to force me while I was asleep.

Fortunately, I didn’t think about that possibility at that moment. Hence, I did not panic seeing a dick up close. Actually, this dick was familiar to me. I recognized it not by its appearance but by the fragrance of the talcum powder this guy had smeared all over his groin.

“Good boy,” I said in my mind. Still, that didn’t mean I knew who it was. All I could tell was that this narrowed down the possibility to three dicks. All three of them lived with me in the same house.

Seeing me awake, he did not hesitate. He pressed his dick against my lips, hinting at me to open it. When it touched this time, I could feel his transparent pre-cum on my lips. I pretended it was lip-gloss and rubbed my lips together to spread it all over like I do every winter morning.

Then taking my tongue out, I tasted his throbbing dick. The moment my tongue made contact, his body shivered, giving out a soft moan. Gently he made me open my mouth and stuck it in. This guy was hovering over my chest with his dick inside my mouth.

There wasn’t much of a place for me to move. Instead, he did all the thrusting. This started with a slow sensual blowjob. I could feel his dick pulsating, which is why he was not going fast. I let him define his own pace. Meanwhile, I simply kept my mouth open and licked to lubricate his shaft.

He kept on digging for two whole minutes when I felt my maxi being unbuttoned. This guy was flexible enough to arch backward and take my double DD breasts out to play with them. Popping out one at a time, he started pinching my erect pink nipples. This narrowed down the possibilities to two dicks.

“It can’t be my husband.”

I had this disappointing thought while I gently tapped my hand on the side, touching my husband sleeping next to me.

“No, this is someone else,” I said while continuing with the blowjob. At this point, you might be wondering what kind of a slut I am. “Her husband is sleeping beside her, and yet she has a cock of a stranger inside her mouth.”

Well, to answer that, I am a slut. I do not deny that. Rather I am proud of it. Also, this dick does not belong to a stranger, that’s for sure.

Five minutes pass and this guy was still gently fucking my mouth. I started feeling sleepy. My one hand was still on my sleeping-snoring husband. Then suddenly, his snoring stopped. Fearing my husband might wake up, he increased his pace.

At the climax point, I was sure he will have the urge to spray his juice on my bare chest. But I was too sleepy to get up and clean. So instead, I grabbed him by his balls, making him cum inside my mouth. The moment I felt the juices flowing, I swallowed it completely.

Strangely he didn’t generate much semen, meaning he had masturbated at least twice before coming to me. Further judging by the size of his balls, I realized it was my son Vikram.

“Oh, Vicky!” I gave out a soft moan, “I love your big balls,” I said, letting him know that I know it was him. Then instantly, I fell asleep, letting my breasts stay uncovered while I slept. It’s not like my neighbors were watching me sleep from their balcony.

Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, my bedroom window does open opposite our neighbors’ balcony. Still, I make sure to close the windows every night before we start our couple-lovemaking session. So no worries there.

“Oh, Vicky!” my voice echoed as I fell asleep again. Remembering these moans took me back when I had sex with him on the rooftop, behind the water tank. I was moaning so loudly that night. That was the day when only two of us were in the house.

You know, I hated that my boy declared to call himself ‘Vicky’ on his nineteenth birthday. I didn’t understand what was wrong with Vikram until that night. That night I realized that it’s just easier to say Vicky while moaning than Vikram.

“Vicky…ahh!” Dreaming about that night, I slept for two more hours.

It was close to seven when I woke up hearing the sounds of chanting. It was my handsome’s fit father in his sixties doing his daily breathing exercise. When I woke up, my mouth felt sticky with the stink of my son’s semen. So I decided to go for a bath directly.

Stepping outside the bedroom, I quietly walked to the bathroom. There I saw my father wearing nothing but just his white dhoti. Sitting on the floor of our entrance hall, deep in his breathing meditation exercise.

For a minute, I stood there observing him inhale with his nose and exhale from his mouth while chanting that one syllable. Just like every morning, that morning too, I was enchanted by his fitness and youth.

He had a full set of grey hair, a thick matching mustache, muscular arms, and a flat hairy chest. If observed carefully, I could see his six-pack abs which he had at the age of sixty!

Like a quiet pussy I tried walking to the bathroom without making noise. I didn’t want to disturb him for one specific reason. Unfortunately, my ghungroo gave away my presence. I realized that he caught me because he had a momentary wide smile on his face.

He continued with his meditation, but then he raised his hand to call me close. I got scared, “What if he smells my bad breath.” My father is strict about hygiene. He does not like me having bad breath or hairy pussy. This is why I shave my pubes every night before going to sleep.

I took walked slowly while letting him hear the sound of my ghungroo with every step. When I finally reached close to him, my groin was just a foot away from his face. I knew what was going to follow.

He gently raised both his hands, hinting me to bend down. Then rubbing his hands together, he placed his warm palms on my whitish eyes and fair flawless skin. He gently moved his hands over my dimple cheeks, chubby chin, slender neck, and shoulders.

Next, I had to lift my top to expose my chest to him. I wasn’t wearing any bra. I usually don’t while going to bed. My husband gets very frustrated when he struggles to unhook them.

Once my body was exposed, he ran his warm hands over my double D breasts, gently pinched my pink nipples. He felt the curvature of my 44-38-44 figure and flat belly. Finally, he grabbed me by my hip, slipped his fingers in, and pulled down my shalwar (with panty), exposing my bare hairless pussy.

Since he was sitting on the floor, my pussy was at his eye level. Not that he was looking. Father continued with his breathing exercise while keeping his eyes shut. But now he was inhaling with his nose and then breathing out the air from his mouth inside my pussy.

I could feel the vibrations of his chanting inside me. It felt as if he had placed a powerful vibrator inside my vagina. He kept repeating this process while I simply stood there, in the hall, with my body exposed. I feared, at any point, my husband or my son would come out and catch us in the act.

But there was no reason to worry as they never caught us the other 69 times we did it this year itself. He continued to pleasure me until I climaxed. The pleasure was unmeasurable. So I bit my lip hard when I was close to avoid gathering attention.

Once I was relieved, he gently slapped my butt and pulled up my shalwar such that I was decent again. I couldn’t believe that my father is the only guy till now who has managed to make me cum without sticking his dick in. When I say ‘my father,’ I mean my father, not my husband’s father.

As a matter of fact, my in-laws are religious farts who took ‘sanyas’ ten years ago. My in-laws strongly believed in abstinence. On the night of the wedding, my mother-in-law whispered in my ear, “Sex only once… for baby.”

If they were knowledgeable about scientific advancements, they would have used clinical methods to impregnate me with their son’s semen. No need for sex at all. I’m glad they are now gone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to do such shameful acts in the house freely.

Done with the morning exercise with my father, I stepped inside the bathroom. There I turned on the light and quickly started undressing. While doing so, I scanned the bathroom from top to bottom as if I was looking for something.

It took me a while until I saw it hiding inside a wooden switch box of the geyser. My naughty son had made a hole in it and neatly placed a 4k video camera to record me while bathing.

“Maa! Don’t look at the camera!” he shouts every time after checking recorded footage.

What can I do? Although I am comfortable bathing while being recorded, I get very nervous. From time to time, I give a look at the camera. Unfortunately, Vikram does not like that. The first time he recorded me was long before we started having sex.

Actually, I wasn’t aware back then that he was recording me, which allowed me to give my ‘Best performance.’ according to him. A few months later, when we became sexually intimate, I asked him,

“Why do you still want to record me? If ever you wish to touch yourself, just call me. I’ll undress and let you see me naked. Or better, I will help you with… getting rid of your erection.”

Vikram didn’t answer me until a few weeks ago. He confessed that he uploads my bathing videos on a European premium access-only porn site called ‘Spy Cam Hub.’ There, the rule is that the woman in the video should not be aware of being recorded.

When I asked why he is doing this, he said he was doing it for extra pocket-money. Since the time he made me aware that he is recording me for money, Vikram started directing me, saying,

“Tomorrow, face your butt more towards the camera.”

“Tomorrow, try to lick your breasts.”

“Tomorrow, masturbate while facing the camera.”

Whenever Vikram directed me to touch myself, I used to sit on the bathroom floor and fantasize about my past memories of having sex.

“Did you think about me while doing it?” Vikram asked one day.

I said, “Yes,” but it was a lie. You see, my son has a big dick, but he is still inexperienced. The truth is, every time I masturbate, I return to the memory of when my father took my virginity.

Being a single dad, the upbringing of a daughter was difficult for him. He had to learn all the female stuff himself to teach me when I needed it. My father is the one who taught me about the maturing body, menstrual cycle, using pads, and also sex.

I still remember that night when he was explaining sex to me. I had recently turned nineteen and was engaged to Ranbir, my husband now. My father had bought pictures from Kamasutra to explain sex to me. At first, he planned on just talking about it.

Suddenly I requested him to show his penis. Then I asked, “I wanted to see it grow big.” Then he got me undressed to show where to put it. One thing led to another, and we ended up having hot steamy unprotected sex.

I loved it. But I was sad as I knew it was a one-time thing. That is until he said, “Call me Dharam and not papa whenever we do it in the future, okay?” he said while mischievously smooching me with full tongue action. Dharam pulled his dick out of my pussy and came on the floor.

I still remember how disgusted he was to see my unshaved pubic hair. The first thing he did was clean it using his blade. Only then he agreed to insert his dick inside me.

Recollecting that beautiful memory, I started masturbating again while resting naked on the bathroom floor. Actually, Vikram didn’t instruct me to masturbate that day. But I did it since I was feeling extra horny that morning.

While I was in the middle of the act, “Are you missing me.” said a male voice.

I opened my eyes to see my obese naked husband with his half-erect cock in front of me. He was smiling, looking down at me. It felt strange that he was making this move as Ranbir never fucks me whenever someone else is in the house. Unless it is past bedtime.

My suspicion grew as he tried to stuff his mediocre penis inside my mouth. I didn’t let it in until he said, “Father and our son have gone to the park.” That’s when I dropped my defense and let him pleasure me.

Ranbir had no clue that he was about to fuck me in front of a camera. He pulled me up and started kissing me on my tits. Ranbir had me pressed against the wall standing in front of me. At this point, I knew that nobody would be interested in seeing this man’s ugly fatty butt.

So I turned him over, making my bare back facing the camera instead.

“Feisty bitch! Love it… mmm.”

Ranbir obsessively played with my breasts. But then I pulled him up to give me a lover’s kiss. This made his dick hard, and instantly he was ready to put it in. Grabbing my hip, he thrust it in and started pounding me. Ranbir tried the best he could. But every time he got excited, his comparatively small dick fell out.

Don’t get me wrong. I can’t blame him for other big dicks loosening my pussy for him. But the truth is that his tool is small. So I turned and offered him the other hole. He was very happy to go anal. This tighter hole was a perfect fit for Ranbir’s size.

He fucked me hard with full excitement. Meanwhile, I pretended to enjoy it, making all sorts of moans and screams. At one point, I remember, we heard the main door unlock. Still, we didn’t stop. I simply turned the tap so that the noise of us fucking didn’t go out.

Having sex under the shower only made the scene sexier. Apparently, I was thoroughly enjoying the moment. I had to. After all, it was my responsibility to keep my viewer fans abroad entertained. To be honest, I was faking initially, but I learned to enjoy his mediocre penis as well.

We came together, hard, as I screamed at the top of my voice. That very instant, we feared, either my father or our son might walk in unannounced since we have a ‘no locking the bathroom door policy.’ Fortunately, nobody came.

That’s because earlier, when the main door was opened, Vikram had come to get his wallet, and then he left.

The weekend had just begun, and I knew more fun lay ahead. At this point, you must be convinced, thinking, “Clearly, she is lying.” Before you write that in the comments, let me confess, saying, “Yes, I am lying.”

All the things I told you till now were a lie. It was just a wet dream that started with having frequent secret sex with my fit father and a handsome son. It ended with all three of them spraying their cum on my naked body at the same time. It’s a lie because society wants it to be a lie.

After all the talks, women should be treated equally; equal right to education, equal employment opportunities, equal pay, and freedom to not be stuck as housewives/baby-making machines. There is one equality society never talks about – equal right to have frequent orgasms.

Society wants women to have the discomfort of menstruation, the pain of childbirth. But they don’t want women to enjoy the pleasures of sex. Why? Actually, I don’t fucking care what society wants.

I believe that a girl is supposed to enjoy every sexual experience right from puberty. First with her father when she matures into a woman. Then with her brother/husband during the golden years of pre-marriage/marriage.

Then from her son or son-in-law to fill in the gaps of the incompetence of her aging husband.

Fortunately, right now, I’ve got three competent men in my life who have made it a priority to keep me happy emotionally and sexually. The only thing that I don’t understand is why they pretend as if they don’t know that the other two guys in the house are also having sex with me.

Maybe I’ll have to ask them someday.

To be cunt-i-nude.

Did you like my story about my husbands fucking me? Tell me what you think about it via email at [email protected]. Also, you might be wondering how all this started. I’ll tell you guys that if I get enough response on this story. Till then, bye. F.Y.I. my name is Anchal Vora.

In the early days of this precautionary lockdown, I began to chat with a girl who was in my engineering class. It had started over some exam notes that she wanted and although I didn’t have them, I managed to keep the conversation going.

As the days went by, our topic of discussion changed from our career to all the hot gossip that was going on in the college before it was closed. At first, I thought that she was chatting with me only to pass time. But then she began to call me and talked for at least half an hour.

I began to feel that she was into me because any day when I didn’t pick up the phone quickly, she would throw cute tantrums. The amazing thing was that my dick became hot while talking to her. So, I started flirting with her now and then to stimulate my dick.

My classmate responded to most of my curious questions but changed the topic or hung up the phone giving an excuse when I increased the intensity.

One day, I decided to check if she had the same feelings (or any!) for me. But before I could put her in a tricky situation, she asked me about my friend that puzzled me. She was quite casual while asking for his number and told me that it was about a trivial matter over a library book.

After I gave my friend’s number to her, there came an unending series of doubts in my mind. My friend rarely came to college, so he didn’t have any other friends except me.

Soon, she began to chat with me less frequently and spoke hurriedly every time I called her. When I told my friend about this girl, he denied everything. In fact, I noticed that they went offline together and both of them would then be busy on ‘another call’ when I called them.

The fucking bitch had shattered my balls! And what a cunning plan she had formed to trick me into giving my friend’s number. I told this incident to my other friend and he laughed at me for being such a gullible fool.

A few days later, he called me back and told me that he had something to cheer me up. He talked about a website called “Delhi Sex Chat” that had sexy Indian girls and aunties who get naughty with guys in a live XXX video sex chat.

When I asked why he hadn’t told me about that website before, he replied that since I was busy chatting with that girl, he thought that I might not need it.

He spoke more about Delhi sex chat and how its webcam models were open-minded in nature and carried a bold attitude. He even shared a few of his sessions with me. Then he told me to check out webcam model Anwesha.

In his recent session with Anwesha, he told me that he had woken up his parents with his loud excited grunts during the sex chat. After listening to his experience, I was so eager to visit this website that I told him to shut up and send me the link to reach her.

As soon as I got the link, I locked myself in the bedroom and opened the laptop. I went to Delhi Sex Chat website and created my account. I found Anwesha (21-year-old, Bangalore) and then oh fuck! Those big round boobs! Anwesha’s erotic sample images had one showing her tits.

At the sight of those juicy jugs, I couldn’t resist the urge to hold my dick and stroke it.

Before I knew, the temptation made me continue to stroke my dick. In under a minute, I ejaculated the hot load of cum from my balls all over the laptop keypad.

Even after masturbating, I still had this raging passion to meet Anwesha. Normally, I would feel lazy after shooting cum but those beautiful breasts of seductress Anwesha seemed to have cast an erotic spell over me.

I made a swift payment to purchase credit points for the sex chat using my mom’s debit card details through Astropay. While I was removing the keypad cover that had my cum, webcam model Anwesha showed herself on the screen. I quickly threw the cover and focused on her big round bOObs.

Anwesha: My eyes are up here, mister! (pointing at her eyes and giving a serious look).

Me: Oh… sorry I… what? (confused).

Anwesha broke into a hysterical laugh and moved her head down. Then with a swift head lift, she adjusted her hair and looked at me with a cheerful smile.

Anwesha: Why did you become so serious? Here, takes a better look at them.

She lifted her t-shirt and exposed her naked big breasts in full view! Swinging her chest, she moved them on either side to tease me.

Me: Please don’t make me jerk off again. I went crazy when I first saw them.

Anwesha: So, the cum on that cover came because of me? How flattering of you! (touching her cheeks and blushing).

Me: You are incredibly sexy! Usually, a guy compliments a girl just for formality. But I kid you not! Your body is making me wild. I will fuck my mother in front of you just to show how wild my passions are. See my dick Anwesha, look how…

Anwesha interrupted me and told me to calm down. I didn’t realise that I was shouting my feelings out loud.

Anwesha: Calm down, baby. Take a deep breath and relax. I can feel your energy. Goodness me, I wish I were there with you right now. That’s it, just like that, deep breath and relax.

I was controlling my emotions with deep breaths while Anwesha was making hand gestures to make me feel calm.

Anwesha: You must be loaded with lots of cum. Saving it for someone special?

Me: I was but that fucking bitch kicked me in the balls…

Anwesha: Oh dear! What happened?

I told Anwesha about that cunning girl. After listening to my story, I thought she might laugh at my face. Instead, she looked concerned. It really cheered me up watching her take interest in life.

Anwesha told me that she makes me achieve closure. She explained her idea and asked what I thought about it.

Me: Fantastic! Let’s start right away.

Anwesha: As you wish, but first show me your cock one more time. I need it for good luck!

I dangled my dick in front of her. She inserted her hand in the shorts and began to rub her pussy. When I began to stroke my dick watching her seducing expressions, she got up and began to prepare the scene. Anwesha pulled up a chair and sat in front of her webcam.

This is the beginning of Anwesha’s closure scene.

Me: What’s this I hear from my friend? That you were his one-night stand?

Anwesha: He’s a cunning bastard! I can’t believe I got fooled over.

Me: At least now you know how it feels to get tricked. How did he do it?

Anwesha: Why should I tell you?

Me: What have you got to lose bitch? If you don’t tell me then my friend will. And believe that he will spice it up a little. He fucked you in the ass, didn’t he?

Anwesha: Nonsense! Did he say that?

Me: He doesn’t care now that he has scored a pussy. He’s sniffing another pussy right now. I want you to tell me how he fucked you. C’mon, say it bitch!

Anwesha: Even you wanted to fuck me, right? Oh well, at least have a good look at it while I tell you what happened.

Anwesha showed me her clean shaved pussy. It was pink in the lips and the clitoris was a bit swollen. That’s because she had stimulated it earlier.

The following is Anwesha’s narrative:

He told me to meet near our college. I was so attracted to him that my pussy got wet every time I heard his voice talking about fucking me. After lying to my parents, I went to meet him where he had asked me to come.

He took me in the bushy fields behind our college and kept spanking my ass all the way. When he realised that I was turning horny, he shoved his fingers in my ass crack and grabbed my ass cheeks.

We reached the end of the field where there was a big tree with a thick trunk. I saw used condoms thrown all over the place and realised that it was a couple’s spot for quick sex.

Without a warning, he pressed my lips against his and began to suck on it. He unzipped his pants and gave me his hard cock to hold.

I began to stroke it in the heat of the moment. He pulled my leggings and began to rub my pussy with his rough fingers. My legs began to shiver, and I pressed his buttocks to gain strength over my weak legs.

I thought he would be romantic, but he grabbed my ass with one hand and began to rub my pussy with his cock with the other. I was breathing heavily and was so scared about someone spotting us in the act.

I felt like a cheap prostitute by the way he was rubbing his cock in my pussy. To make it look less embarrassing, I began to kiss him on the lips. It turned both of us on, especially him, who penetrated my pussy.

He pressed his palms hard against my ass and began to fuck me. I too tickled his lust by playing with his rough buttocks. He began to kiss me to cover up the moaning noise that I was making.

I wanted him to press my boobs, but he was still playing with my ass. Barely a few minutes into the act, he pulled out his cock and ejaculated all over my thighs.

There was nothing to wipe off his cum so I reluctantly pulled my panty and leggings. The stains were visible because of the sweat and heat and it felt gross.

He without even bothering to look after my condition began to walk out. I hurriedly followed him and parted ways after reaching the college gate. The security guard saw us and knew straight away what had occurred between us.

He paid him some money and left without even looking at me. That night, I texted him because I was missing his company. I had already forgotten about how embarrassing our first sex was.

After a week of no response, he texted me one day and told me to fuck off. Bastard! This is what I got from my infatuation with him.

Anwesha spread her pussy and showed it to me.

Anwesha: Look at my pussy. This is what you wanted so badly, and your friend doesn’t even care for getting it.

I had begun to stroke my cock at the beginning of her narrative. When I saw her pink pussy, I couldn’t keep my cum in any longer. Once again, I ejaculated a thick load of cum all over my laptop keypad and this time, there wasn’t even a cover on it.

***

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This story is based on an episode from Velamma comics which you can read here.

Velamma was shocked to find Ramesh wanking off to one of her lingerie magazines. She realized that she might have missed the old spark they had. She wanted to wear some sexy lingerie and seduce Ramesh like she used to before.

The next day itself, Velamma decided to purchase some lingerie. But at the mall, she could not find inners of the size that would fit her bust. “Not much selection, huh? Do you have anything else in my size?” She said, picking one from the rack.

“That’s all we have. We don’t get many customers with your…Measurements.” The clerk giggled. She could not blame them. Velamama was rather voluptuous.

Back at home, Velamma tried to squeeze into lingerie that is too small for her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her fat rolls spilling out over the sides on the bra and panties. She was frustrated and disappointed. Realizing that she had become a fat slob, Velamma decided to get back to her work.

She had a lot to do for her daily news blog. Especially an interview with Mandeep Ganguly, the infamous fashion designer.  She took an appointment to meet him and rushed to his office.

“Mr. Ganguly is in consultation in his studio at the moment, but he will see you when he is finished,”  his PA said to Velamma, directing her to wait in the lobby.

Velamma was seated right opposite Mandeep’s studio. When one of the staff came out of the studio, she peeped through the little gap between the door. She was surprised to find what was happening inside.

Velamma spotted a Lingerie Model in thigh-high stockings and garters but no panties. She was also wearing a cup less-bra and a small lace underbust corset. There was not a single hair on her body below her head.

Mandeep, wearing only a colored t-shirt, was fucking the model from behind against his work table. Soon he took out his cock and sprayed his juices all over her body.  As soon as he was done, he ordered the model to leave the room.

“I’m a blog reporter with the Daily News. I’m here to interview you,” Velamma quickly stood up and said as Mandeep came out to convey something to his PA.

“Right. I suppose it’s too late to pretend I’m not here, so…” Mandeep was rather rude and arrogant. But he actioned Velamma to move into the studio. Seated opposite each other, Mandeep poured tea into a cup and offered it to her.

“I expected a fashion reporter to be a little more…fit,” he took a dig at Velamma’s body.

“I don’t just cover fashion. I’m a well-rounded reporter, in addition to being a well-rounded woman,” She said boldly even though she felt insulted.

However, Velamma continued asking him about his latest designs. She wanted to know whether he was designing any lingerie for women like her who were not skinny. Mandeep was also working on that. He usually made lingerie for women with the perfect body shape. But women like Velamma needed something even sexier.

When he realized that Velamam could not even find lingerie that would fit her, he quickly called out for his tailor Karna. “Karna can sew together a set of lingerie in an instant? And I believe that you will find what I claim to be true,” Mandeep said with pride.

“Kindly remove your clothes, miss,” The tailor Karna asked Velamma, taking out a measuring tape.

“Remove them? Can you just take my measurements?” Velamma was rather shy to remove her clothes.

“A lingerie that properly fits a woman fits her like a skin. All of this nonsense is just in the way,” Karna blared.

Karna was not satisfied even after Velamma stripped to her inners. He wanted her to take off the cheap bra and panties she was wearing too. As soon as Velamma stripped naked, Karna crouched and started taking the measurements.

“40-inch bust…4-inch hips… 32-inch waist…” He said out loud as she was running his hands across her skin.

Karna ran towards his tailoring room to fix an erotic pair of lingerie. At the same time, Mandeep walked around Velamma like she was a rare specimen. He grabbed her ass from behind and squeezed it, which made Velamma moan.

Mandeep found Velamma to be an extremely erotic and curvy woman. Despite being with perfected figured models, Mandeep felt an inner tingling looking at Velamma’s naked body.

Meanwhile, Karna was done with stitching red hot lingerie set for Velamma, but he wasn’t satisfied. He knew he could do better. Making Velamma wear it, he rushed back to stitch together another set.

Mandeep could no longer control his erection. He unzipped his pants and took out his fully erect cock.Velamma was shocked to see Mandeep trying to wank off. But the fact that he was rock hard despite Velamma not having a perfect figure made her proud.

But what mattered more was she hadn’t even touched him. Mandeep unhooked her bra, took out her right breast, and then gently started sucking her nipples like a baby. Velamma’s nipples turned hard.

“Velamma, I think I’m smitten with you!” He said, moaning. Velamma wanted to stop him. But before she could comprehend, he had kneeled and rolled her panty downwards, exposing her cunt. Separating the labia with his finger, he extended his tongue to lick her cunt.

Mandeep licked her pussy till he was satisfied. Velamma tried hard not to moan, but his tongue was so good that her pussy was dripping wet. When Karna came back, he was surprised to find Mandeep between the legs of Velamma with his face wet with her juices and his saliva.

Mandeep invited Karna to join the feast, which he happily accepted. They made Velamma lie down on the couch. Mandeep jumped between her legs and kissed her cunt again while Karna stripped naked.

Through the corner of Velamma’s eyes, she could see his hard penis getting ready to fuck her. Mandeep turned her around and entered her now dripping wet cunt from behind. Velamma moaned. Karna came forward to touch and feel every inch of her body.

Mandeep fucked her like a whore from behind while Karna was playing with her melons. He squeezed and pinched her nipples. Mandeep’s thrusts were getting stronger, and Velamma’s moans started getting louder.

Velamma grabbed Karna’s cock and started jerking it to make him happy too. Meanwhile, Mandeep took out his cock and stuffed it in her mouth, making her gag. But Velamma sucked it like a pro. She could taste his pre-cum.

But then she shifted. She was now jerking Mandeep and sucking Karna. Karna’s pre-cum tasted different but equally tasty. The two men were getting extremely aroused and hard.

They sandwiched Velamma between them and pushed their cock in her vagina. She could handle two cocks at a time, but these men were extremely hard and wild. They pumped up in her cunt like she was a whore who came to satisfy her.

She felt her vagina stretch and widen with every thrust. Her juices were flowing like water from a dam. She moaned and screamed, then finally squirted with a deep sigh.

Velamma kneeled in front of the two men and jerked them simultaneously, making them shoot their load on her face. They shot their fresh warm white cum on her face. She leaned forward and slicked their cocks clean. She loved the distinct taste of their fresh juices.

“Fuck yes!…Arghhh!…This is amazing!”  Mandeep and Karna said, looking at Velamma sucking their cocks.

“I hope the money pours down like your semen!” She grinned.

Mandeep gifted Velamma a few lingerie. Back at home, when Ramesh found Velamma waiting for him in the same lingerie, his cock grew like a magic rod making Velamma giggle.

To read Velamma episode # 105, ‘Velamma Stuns As A Lingerie Model,’ click here.

Hello Readers, thanks for your emails on my previous story. Without wasting any time, I will take you to the next chapter.

I was disturbed by Madhan. I want to sleep with him for once in my life. To be honest, I never enjoy my sex life. I never had good foreplay and sex with my hubby.

I was married too early and never taste the sex life from the heart. I had sex with my hubby for a limited time, like two to three weeks only. I sacrifice my life for my in-laws, hubby, and kids. I didn’t enjoy my life and accepted my life as it is.

But from the past year, I wanted to sleep with Madhan and want to feel hardcore sex for once in a life. Madhan becomes a close person. I showed my boobs and pussy to him. I gave a blow to him, but I could not dare enough for sex with him.

On the other hand, Madhan was waiting for me, and he was putting pressure on me for sex. Madhan can impress other girls at the workplace, but he was looking for me. I could not say no to Madhan, and at the same time, I could not say yes also.

My heart and mind want him, but as a married woman. I hold my breath and waiting for a miracle to happened to me. Day by day, Madhan was putting pressure on me. Every time, I used to give reason to escape from him. But I used to hug and kiss him whenever I got the opportunity.

One day Madhan told me that, “Vasu, I am waiting for you for the past six months, and we both crossed our limits also. Honestly, I wanted to do it once with you. I know it’s not easy for you, but still, you can try once with me. If you are not comfortable with me, then I never ask you again.”

Honestly, I want to try once with him, and I told him that I need one week of duration to handle myself. And on that night, I was thinking about him on my bed. Madhan has placed a special place in my heart. I am getting respect from him for my feelings.

He never insulted me on my feelings. He never spoke dirty and misbehave with me in the office. I received more respect from him than my hubby and in-laws. I deserve a good sex life, but my fate was sold for something else.

When I woke up, I got a message from Madhan stating that to wear a sky blue saree. I love his concern and followed the same. I wore a sleeveless blouse and saree and get ready for the office. I messaged back to him for the same. I reached the office and park my car.

Surprisingly Madhan was waiting for me in the parking and rushed into my car. He asked me to park the car on the corner side of the floor. Without any hesitation, I parked it in the corner. He asked me to sit in the back seat, and I followed it.

He sat beside me and offered a rose for me. I was impressed and allowed him to kiss my forehead. Then he slowly moved his hand on my waist and kissed my neck smoothly. I moaned with aha and opened my lips. He then inserted his tongue inside my mouth and had a French kiss for a minute.

My panty was wet, and no words from my side. At that time, I was allowing him to kiss me. Then he offered dark chocolates, and I ate those chocolates. After that, he raised my saree till my tighs, kissed my tighs, and smelled my pussy over panty. I was lost and enjoying the moment.

Then he gifted perfume to me. I sprayed the perfume immediately. The fragrance was awesome. I kissed his lips for a couple of minutes, and we both left from parking. He gave me gifts throughout the day like dark chocolates, earrings, bracelets, and lacy panty.

I was extremely happy with his gifts. On that night, I message him, “I am coming to your flat tomorrow. Hold me tightly, and don’t allow me to run away from you. Show me love and fuck me.”

Madhan: Vasu, you look hot in a saree. Wear a saree tomorrow.

Me: Ok, which color?

Madhan: Wear your first night saree.

Me: Why the first-night saree?

Madhan: I want to see you in your first night saree. Wear a sleeveless blouse.

Me: Don’t make me wet. Fuck me on tomorrow. Good night.

On the next day, I did a clean shave and was ready for adventure. Luckily, my kids and hubby went out early due to personal commitments. I took out my first-night saree. It a lemon color saree and I wore it. I was looking dam hot in that saree. My blouse was tight, and my boobs were a little pumped out.

I carried an additional dress for the safer side. I reached his place and parked my car. I sprayed perfume and reached his doorstep. I was very nervous. I know it was not a good thing to do. But I am a girl, and I need to take care of my body also. My hubby is not taking care of my needs.

I am working as a maid for him. So I decided to cross my limit for once in a life and rang the doorbell. He opened the door quickly, and his jaw was opened after seeing me in a saree. He quickly pulled me inside and closed the door. I can see his lust full eyes, and he didn’t wear any inner, and his dick was up like a tower.

He came near to me and smelled me from my waist to neck. It was a sexy gesture by him. He removed his shirt, and my pussy become wet after seeing his bare chest. He hugged me from the back and smelled the neck.
His dick was touching my ass and his hot breath on my neck.

I was very horny, very nervous, and my legs were shivering. Still, somewhere in my mind, I received the message that I am doing the wrong thing. But I was in his control and left my ethics to enjoy my life. Madhan was unstoppable. I wore a deep neck blouse, and that makes his blood boil. I was shivering and nervous.

Madhan: You are looking awesome in the first-night saree. I love your deep blouse, and boobs are coming out.

Me: How I am looking, asshole? Talk in desi and make me wet.

Madhan: You are my slut! I will fuck your holes today. You will be washed with my cum.

Me: I am all yours, idiot. I am your slut, and treat me like slut. Make me moan.
Then he pushed me to the wall and insert his tongue into mine. Our tongues were twisted without any time.

Saliva was exchanging, and my fingers were in my hair. His chest was crushing my boobs, and his palms were locked my palms. He was pushing me towards the wall, and my boobs were crushing.

We both kissed for around 5 minutes. Then he whispered that “Trust me! you will be treated like a whore.”

Me: Waiting.

Then he started kissing my earlobes, cheeks, and chin. Then he dropped my Pallu. Since I wore a deep blouse, my cleavage was huge, and that makes his blood boil. He then moved his head on my cleavage and start smooching on my boobs. He buried his head badly in my cleavage.

I was enjoying his roughness and started moaning. My hands were on his back of the head. He was kissing and tried to remove the blouse hooks. My blouse was tight, and he could not remove hooks, and he tore my blouse. Hooks were blown away, and my boobs were out even though I wore a bra.

He put his hand inside my bra and pulled my cups below the bra. Then he pushed me to another corner of the wall. He pulled my hair back and put my boob in his mouth. He was sucking, licking, and biting my boobs. I was moaning a little and enjoying his foreplay.

My pussy was wet. I feel the wetness on my tighs. He was sucking my boob one after the other, and his hands were on my buttocks. He was pressing my buttocks and sucking my boob. My nipples were hard, and pussy was wet. He sucked my boobs for around ten minutes.

After that, he tried to remove my blouse. But the blouse was skin tight, and it’s was not coming out. So he turned me back and leaned against the wall. Then he tore my blouse into two pieces. I love his aggression, and he was treating me like a whore.

I was desperately looking fucking session with him after he tore my blouse. I want my hubby should behave like this with me. But I found aggressive love from Madhan. Then he holds my saree at my belly button and pulled my saree. I just turned around while he was pulling the saree.

He pulled my saree, and I ran to another corner of the room. I was breathing heavily, and his bull eyes were on my body. I was wet and nervous. My legs were shivering, and I was feeling very shy. I was not able to see his eyes and making circles on the floor with my foot thump.

I was biting my lower lip, and I put my head down. He came near to me, and he was nude. His thick dick was tempting and making my pussy wet. He rolled his fingers on my back and reached my buttock. He spanked my ass cheeks hard, and I moaned.

Then he was on his knee and started sniffing my waist. I feel his hot breath on my waist, and that makes me hornier. He started kissing my waist. At the same time, he raised my lower gown and pressing my tighs softly with one hand. He was pressing my waist slowly with another hand.

I was feeling awesome with his foreplay. My fingers were in his hair. I was biting my lower lips and moving my ankle. All of a sudden, he touched my pussy over panty and bite my waist. I pulled his hair with his act, and I moaned aloud.
Then I pulled him up and insert my tongue inside his mouth. I held his dick at the same time and was doing a handjob. We both kissed very passionately, and I was doing a handjob. Our saliva was an exchange, and my boobs were crushing his chest.

I broke the kiss after some time and started kissing his chest and licking his nipples. Later I stopped handjob, and huge cum was fallen on my foot. He pushed me towards the wall and bite my earlobes. All of a sudden, I realized the breeze at my pussy and boobs.

I just kept my head down, and I was nude. I felt a very shy and big smile on my face. I laid on his shoulder and covered my face with my palms due to shyness. I didn’t realize when he removed my bra, lower gown, and panty. But at that moment, I was shy and covered my face with palms.

I never got this feeling before. I was very shy, and women can understand this feeling. He pushed me towards the wall. He started kissing from my forehead, nose, chin, neck, boobs, waist and reached my treasure. Still, my face was covered with palm, and he was on his knees.

He moved my legs a little wider and came closer to pussy. I was shy, and my body was shivering. I was looking forward to his treatment of my pussy. I was very desperate, and he explores my dark desires. But still, I got an alert from my mind that I was doing unethical things.

I forgot to remove my mangalsutra from my neck, but I was not in the mood to remove it. He tickled my pussy with his tongue. That’s enough for me to forgot my ethical behavior. I was in a different world. He pushed his tongue on my pussy softly.

Oh! It’s an awesome feeling. I was moaning and pushing his head hard inside my pussy. He holds my boobs and licking my juicy cunt. I was moaning louder and louder. I was pushing his head hard inside my cunt. I put my one leg on his shoulder and pressing his head hard.

I was moaning. I was in heaven. Oh! He was licking so nicely, and I was pushing his head in my pussy and moaning dirty words. After that, he stopped and makes me in a doggy position. With the help of chair support, I was in standing in doggy support. He started sniffing my pussy from the back.

Oh! He came closer to my pussy from the back and started licking my pussy from back. Oh! It was an awesome feeling for me! I was groaning loudly, and he was pressing my boobs from the back. After some time, he spanked on my ass hard and put his index finger in my pussy from back.

He started to and fro smoothly with his index finger. My pussy was wet, and now I was desperate for his dick. I was moaning like, “Fuck me! Fuck.” But all of a sudden, he put his middle finger in my pussy. My pussy was heavy, and his index and middle finger were making magic inside my pussy.

I was opened up with my moans. I was groaning like, “Fuck me, bastard! Don’t tease me more.” But he was not in the mood to listen to me. All of a sudden, he put his index finger in my ass too. He inserts his finger like a flash in my ass, and I moaned loudly. After that, he put his middle finger in my asshole.

Now, my pussy and asshole were filled with fingers, and he was rotating his fingers nicely inside my hole. I was very miserable for fuck. After that, he sat on the chair and put his dick inside my mouth. His dick was wet, and I was desperate for his dick.

I was giving a blow to him like a slut. I was sucking hard, licking and kissing his dick. I took his cum inside and was asking him for fuck. My position was very bad and desperate for fuck. My pussy was very wet, and I was requesting him for fuck. But he was pushing my head hard for a blow.

I gave a blow for around 5 minutes. My mouth was filled with his cum. I adored his cum taste. I realized that my pussy cum and his dick cum was fallen on my saree as It was underneath me. Then he pulled me up and took me to his bedroom. He pushed on the bed and spread my legs widely.

He spanked on my wet pussy and kissed my pussy hard for more than a minute. I moaned, but after that, I placed his dick on my pussy. I was desperate for fuck. He pushed his whole dick inside me, and I was moaning and biting my lips. Then he started to and fro shots.

Oh! Damm! His dick finds new depth every time it went side. I was breathing heavily and taking the pain with ease. Both the legs were in the air, and he was smashing my pussy with his dick. My calf muscle was in pain, but he didn’t show any mercy on me.

He fucked me in a missionary position for around 15 minutes. My boobs were crushed by him. My legs were in the air for 15 minutes. I was moaned heavily. The bedroom was filled with my groans. After that, he took two minutes of rest, and he placed me in a doggy position.

He spanked my ass hard and insert his dick into my pussy. Wow! It was an amazing feeling for me. My hubby never fucked me in the doggy style. Madhan was doing it nicely. He holds my boobs and fucking my pussy from the back. The room was filled with tap tap tap noise, and my boobs oscillated.

He was spanking my ass cheeks and shouting like, “Slut! Your pussy is good! Fuck, fuck!” I was groaning, “I am your whore! Fuck my pussy!” After that, he inserted into my ass in one go. Fuck! That was a pain for me. But I enjoy the pleasure. I can’t tell how much pleasure I was getting from him.

He fucked my ass for the next 15 minutes, and both fell on the bed. We both were breathing heavily, and I was out of stamina. But still, his dick was standing, and he came on me and started fucking in scissors positions for 10 minutes. His dick was going inside and makes me happy.

He was fucking me like a beast by crossing my legs wider. My pussy was filled with cum, and he downloaded cum on my boobs, waist, and face. After that, we both hugged each other and slept without our knowledge. I woke up after around 20 minutes, and Madhan was still sleeping.

I kissed him on his forehead and moved from him. My blouse was torn, and my saree was in cum strain. Luckily I carried an additional dress, and that was in the car. I wore his shorts and tee and picked my spare dress from the car.

I changed my dress and left his room by picking my saree and lower gown. Madhan was sleeping when I left the flat. But I was happy, and it was worth taking the risk of breaking my ethics. We will cover the rest of the story about desperately satisfying sex with my colleague in the next episode.

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Day 7

Rachel is sleeping next to me topless. What a great way to wake up! She looks so peaceful – like she just had a sensuous massage. Hopefully, she’s still in the same mood as yesterday and not freaked out by this whole situation when she wakes up. It’s a cliche, but she smells like flowers.

Rachel: Hmmm.

I touched her breast yesterday. I wonder if I can go a little bit further.

I move my hand very slowly from her belly to the soft flesh of her thigh. I think I could do this for a while.

Rachel: Hmmm.

She’s waking up! My hand is still on her thigh.

Rachel: Hmmm. That tickles!

Me: Oh, sorry.

Rachel: No! I like it.

Me too!

Me: Did you sleep well?

Rachel: Very! Your bed is small, but I think we fit in together nicely.

Me: Would you like some breakfast?

Rachel: Sounds like a plan!

We both get dressed, and I get to admire my sister’s naked body for a little while longer. Rachel cautiously opens the door to the hallway and sneaks out of my room. I follow a little while later.

I see Rachel, Liza, and her boyfriend Brody sitting at the breakfast table. What the fuck is that scumbag doing here?

Me: Good morning, guys.

Rachel: Hey, brother dear!

Liza: Good morning, Aafi.

Brody: Hey.

Liza: I invited Brody this morning. I’m so glad we’ve set aside our differences.

Likely he invited himself.

Brody: Yeah, yeah. I’m late for work. Thanks for the eggs.

Liza: See you later, sweetheart.

Well, at least Brody is too much of a dickhead to show any affection. I think I’d throw up if they started smooching. Brody leaves without touching Liza. Phew!

Rachel: So you’re back together again?

Liza: We were never really separated. We just had a misunderstanding. But Brody was willing to talk about it, and all is well now.

I have a very different definition of ‘well.’

Rachel: Is he still working at the supermarket on Main Street?

Liza: Yes, maybe he’ll be promoted next year.

Don’t you need some people skills for that?

Rachel: Wow, you’re dating a real manager.

Liza: No need to be sarcastic, Rachel. Everyone needs to make a living. I heard you two went to see a movie?

Rachel: We did! The movie was super weird, but we enjoyed it anyway.

Liza: What did you think of it, Aafi?

Me: Normally, I’m not into those movies, not enough explosions. But this one though weird, I did like it.

Having my sister rest her head on my lap helped tremendously as well.

Liza: Hmmm, maybe I should go with Brody.

No, you shouldn’t.

Rachel: I don’t think you would like it, Liza. Too much nudity and stuff. I’m off to meet Ana.

Rachel gets up and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

Rachel: See you later!

Liza: You guys have grown affectionate.

Shit. Don’t be suspicious, sis.

Me: She’s very fun to be around!

Liza: I know, very lively our Rachel. Aafi, I need to talk to you.

Why do I feel this isn’t going to be a conversation I’m going to enjoy?

Liza: It’s about Brody and me.

What a surprise.

Liza: You know we reconciled and everything. We really talked and. I should really put in a lot of effort to make our relationship work. I know I agreed to another night out and everything. But it’s better if I don’t do that for a while. Brody is so touchy about these things.

I tried my best to not cancel our plan, but she didn’t agree. Brody, you’re one dead motherfucker, and you don’t even know it yet. I went to my room after breakfast. I got a message from Ana.

Ana: Hey, handsome. Need you, let’s meet!

Meh, no dirty pictures. Busy schedule today. Let’s fit her in tomorrow.

Me: Let’s hook up tomorrow afternoon.

Wow, she’s already replying.

Ana: Sure! Can’t wait! Meet me at my house tomorrow. xxx

I missed Bella at breakfast today. She’s still in her room. Let’s see what she’s up to.

I went near her door. Surely there is no need to knock. Yesss!

Bella is completely naked when I open the door. I think she’s getting ready for work.

Bella caught me and quickly covered her breast and pussy with her hands.

Bella: Fuck!

Me: Good morning to you too.

Bella: Came to see your sister’s tits, did you?

Me: It sounds so crude if you put it that way. How could I know you were getting dressed for work?

Bella: Hrmph.

Me: Your tits look gorgeous as ever, but I have something else in mind. Wearing nothing under that skirt must have been such a tense experience for you.

Bella: Huh?

Me: I mean, one wrong move, and everybody could see your pussy.

Bella: You disgust me, you know that?

Me: I thought we were clear on the rules. I don’t like to hear those things from you. Anyway, to help you ease the tension, I’m going to give you a nice massage.

Bella: That’s just another excuse to grope, mister, and you know it.

Me: Think what you will. Other people find massages very relaxing.

Bella: Fuck them and fuck you!

Me: Again, with the negativity, I’d better begin massaging right away. Lie down, please.

Bella: I’m late for work. Can’t we do this another time?

Me: Lie down.

Bella reluctantly lies down on the bed. She’s lying on her stomach, completely naked.

Me: Just relax now, you’re going to enjoy this.

Let’s start innocently with her shoulders and neck. I slowly start massaging her neck and move to her shoulders. Good thing I’ve learned a thing or two in my days.

Bella: (Damn, he’s actually good at this.)

I feel Bella’s body relax under my hands. Her lower back could use some work.

Bella: (Yes, right there!)

Me: Your muscles are so tense there.

Bella: Hmmm. (Shit. Why do I keep losing control of him?!)

She’s enjoying it, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. Onto her legs then! I slowly massage the length of her legs, feeling her lower legs and thighs’ firm muscles.

I could move all the way up to her beautiful pussy, but that bubbly, little ass looks so inviting. I started massaging her ass. Sweet, holy mother of God. Her ass is so firm and soft. Let’s spread those cheeks a bit more.

Look at that tight pink asshole. I’m sure nobody has visited it. But her other side needs some of my attention as well.

Me: Please turn around, Bella.

She turned around and lay on her back. Gosh! Those beautiful tits and her perfectly shaved pussy!

Bella: I’m late for work, you pervert.

Me: Be careful, or the stress will put a strain on all those muscles I just massaged.

Bella: You’re so full of shit, Aafi.

Me: Language, young lady.

I move up to Bella’s breasts. I could knead those soft delights for hours.

Bella: There aren’t even muscles there. How is that supposed to make me relaxed? I hate it.

Me: Your nipples tell me otherwise.

Bella: (Fuck! He’s right. My nipples are getting hard. But it shouldn’t feel this good.)

It was time to massage her pussy. As I move my hand between her thighs, Bella tries to close her legs in vain. I feel the flesh of her pussy lips beneath my fingers and rhythmically apply some pressure.

The massage of her labia quickly moistens my fingers. Bella might be telling me otherwise, but her body is telling the truth.

Bella: Aaah. (Fuck! No! I did that out loud?!)

Me: You like it, don’t you? You like my fingers rubbing you wet, little pussy?

Bella: No! (Yes! Please go on, it’s been so long!)

Better pull back now, I think she’s not quite ready for more, but this is a great start.

Me: That’s it, you’re done. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?

Bella: I’m late for work. Go away. I need to get dressed.

Me: Until next time, dear Bella!

Gosh! I am loving blackmailing her. But I think she really enjoyed today’s session. After coming to my room, I was wondering what to do. It’s really time I do something about Brody.

There must be something that will convince Liza that her boyfriend is a walking disgrace. Let’s see if I can dig up some dirt at his workplace. Rachel mentioned he worked at the supermarket on Main Street. Time to get some groceries.

After a short walk, I arrive at the supermarket. Not very busy. I don’t see him anywhere. The billing counter was near the exit. I saw a girl standing behind the counter.

There he is. Brody is sneaking behind that girl. Did he just grab that girl’s tits? The girl was shocked, and she turned around and punched Brody in his face. Yeah! I hope it hurts.

Let’s see if he tries something else. After some spying, I see him with a customer. The customer is wearing high heel boots and a short skirt, and she has purple hair. Honestly, she looks like a whore.

I saw Brody handing over some money to that lady. That’s not how a store works Brody, people should give you money and get groceries, not the other way around.

Brody: I’m on my lunch break, Riley. Mind the store for me.

Riley: Okay, boss.

Looks like the girl behind the counter is Riley. He’s going on a break with that skank? Where are they going? My guess is, that lady is not here for a job interview.

Brody shut the door once he and the lady he gave money to were inside his office. Let’s try the door. Fuck, it’s locked. Maybe that girl at the counter knows more. I grab a candy-bar and walk up to the counter.

Riley: Hi there. Did you find what you are looking for?

Me: I did, thank you.

Gosh! Let me tell you about Riley. She’s wearing a green color sleeveless tank top. The top is the deep neck. I could see her huge cleavage clearly. She has a perfect 34 size breast.

She is definitely not wearing a bra, as I could see the nipple shape clearly visible over her top. She has black hair, brown eyes, and glossy pink lips.

Me: Quiet day?

Riley: Yeah, like most days here. It usually gets busier during the later hours, when everybody wants a microwave dinner.

Me: Hehe, I bet. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I couldn’t help but notice how that guy acted toward you.

Riley: He’s my boss and a real jerk.

Me: Well, at least you punched him real good.

Riley: That I did! At least I get to try my backhand once in a while.

Me: Not a great workplace, then?

Riley: If you disregard the creepy manager, it’s not bad here. Not too many customers and lots of spare time. There’s even a job opening if you’re interested.

Me: A job opening, but you just said there are not enough customers.

Riley: Hey, I don’t handle the personnel around here. Go ask the manager. Oh wait. he’s on his ‘lunch break.’

Me: Yeah, I saw him leave with his girlfriend.

Riley: Hah, I’m pretty sure that’s not his girlfriend.

Me: Oh.

Riley: She’s here regularly during lunch hours. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what they’re doing in that office.

Interesting.

Me: Ugh, I have a hard time dealing with that mental image.

Riley: I know what you mean. But if you need a job, there is one available. I wouldn’t mind the company. Maybe the manager will keep his hands to himself with you around.

This might be a good way to keep an eye on Brody. If he’s really banging someone regularly at the workplace, I might have the leverage I need to get him off my sister’s life for good.

Me: I’m interested. Do you know how to sign up?

Riley: Cool! Just send an email with your personal details to this address. The central office will handle your application. It only took a few hours with mine. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

Me: I guess so!

Huh. I just accepted a job, and I don’t really need the money – things I do for love. When I exit the store, I immediately email the company my personal details using Riley’s address.

Let’s see how fast they reply. I check my watch to see it’s 3:45 pm. I just remembered about last night in Bella’s room. Bella agreed to drop money today at 4 pm. It’s time to follow Bella to the place where she has to hide the money.

I position myself near the coffee shop entrance and see Bella leave a little before 4 pm. I shadow Bella for a short while, nearly losing her in traffic because of her fast pace until I reach an alleyway.

Bella hides the envelope containing the money behind some boxes and quickly leaves the alleyway without looking back. After she’s left, I find a good hiding place behind some dumpsters. The smell is nauseating, but I manage not to throw up.

The first hour nothing happens – only a stray cat skitters through the alleyway. At the end of the second hour, when I thought nobody was interested in the money Bella left under the boxes, I heard someone approaching.

I saw a short fat guy wearing nerdy glasses approaching the drop. No! That’s the guy? That’s MrX?! I had a feeling he was a rank amateur, but I didn’t expect this. The guy walks straight to the boxes and starts rummaging around.

MrX: Good girl!

Let’s take a picture of him. As I click some pics of him, MrX quickly pockets the envelope and walks back to the street. Let’s follow this loser. I follow MrX through town, careful not to draw suspicion.

After a while, we leave the town center and arrive at a residential area. He doesn’t seem to think anyone would follow him. Doesn’t he watch spy movies?!

On a nondescript street, MrX slows down, walks up to a house, fetches a key from his pocket, and unlocks the front door. Now I know where you live, MrX. Let’s take a closer look. Maybe I can learn more about the guy.

I peek in to see a woman sitting on a couch. He lives with his mom, it would seem. Or his sister? She’s wearing tight jeans and a bikini-type top with her belly exposed. She seems rather young. Nice body.

Enjoy your quiet life while it lasts, MrX. I’ll be back guns blazing. I walk back to the town center and from there back to my home. I checked my emails, and Bingo! A message from the supermarket saying I was hired. That was fast.

Mom is home for a change! Haven’t talked to her in ages, it seems. I checked in the living room. She was her. Her book is lying on the couch. Maybe she’s in the shower?

I checked the bathroom. Someone is definitely in there. Should I peek? Hell, why not! I open the door slightly and peek inside. Mom is showering completely naked.

Those voluptuous boobs and her nicely trimmed pussy are making me go crazy. Goddamn. There’s no question why my sisters look so beautiful. I mean, she’s clearly a middle-aged woman but so very well preserved.

Those gorgeous curves. Man, I’d love to bury my face in those heavenly cushions! She’s about to grab a towel, better close the door and make myself scarce. A few minutes after entering my room, I hear a knock on my door.

Me: Come in.

Mom: Hi, Aafi.

She has just a towel wrapped around her body. Her breasts were dying to peek out.

Me: Hey!

Hmmm, I can smell her sweet, warm scent from here.

Mom: Just wanted to check-in. How was your movie night with Rachel?

Me: It was great. I feel like we really bonded.

Mom: Rachel told me as much. Good, I’m very happy that things are working out so well for us all!

I don’t think you realize just how well, dear Mom. After chatting about others, mom went back to her room. Meanwhile, mom is lying on the bed. She’s still in her towel.

Mom: (A shower was just what I needed. I’ve been feeling a bit tense all day. That new shower gel makes my skin feel so soft.)

She sits up straight on the bed with her back resting on the pillows and her legs spread wide. She quickly gets rid of her towel and becomes completely naked.

Mom: (Hmmm, that towel was in the way. I really shouldn’t. But it feels so good.)

Mom runs her fingers down her moist slit. A small moan escapes her.

Mom: (Fuck Yes!)

Two fingers slip inside her vagina, and she starts penetrating her pussy.

Mom: (Aaah, yes, deeper, I must go deeper!)

Mom spreads her legs even further and stimulates her clitoris. Her labia and part of her thighs are covered in pussy juice.

Mom: (Aaaaah! Nearly there!) Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Every muscle in Mom’s body tensed, and she shudders with the release of her orgasm.

Panting heavily, mom lies naked on her bed, staring blissfully at the ceiling.

Mom: (I really need another shower, but I think I’m going to sleep instead)

Back in my room, I decided to check on Rachel. She’s actually studying.

Rachel: Hey you!

Me: I wondered if you’d like some company.

Rachel: Of course! Are you sleepy? Let’s test if my bed is as nice as yours.

Me: I’m sure it will be, with you in it.

Rachel: That’s sweet!

She quickly gets up and removes her clothes except for her panties. Wow, she really doesn’t mind being topless around me.

Rachel: Are you coming to bed?

You don’t have to ask me twice! We jumped on her bed. Gosh! I am sleeping with my sister being almost naked next to me.

Rachel: This is nice.

Me: Had fun with Ana today?

Rachel: Yes, lots!

Suddenly a giggling Rachel kisses me on the mouth.

Rachel: Hmm, Aafi, you’re a really good kisser, you know that?

Maybe I can tempt her into a little tongue action.

Me: This is only a part of the kissing services I have to offer.

Rachel: Is that so?

Me: Yup, high-quality kissing services, I might add.

Rachel: Now I’m intrigued! Bring it on, mister!

The kiss starts innocent enough. When I part my lips and touch hers with the tip of my tongue, I feel a small shudder going through Rachel’s body. Her mouth opens slightly, and your tongues meet. Rachel lets out an involuntary gasp.

Rachel: Hmmm.

She’s completely in the moment. Such a sweet creature!

Rachel: You didn’t lie about the quality of services.

Me: I’m glad you think so.

Rachel: Good night, my darling brother.

Me: Sweet dreams, Rachel.

Rachel presses her lithe body firmly against mine, and soon I hear her breathing regularly. I immediately cuddled her from behind with my hand naturally gabbing her petite breasts. Soon I fell asleep too.

Let me stop here. More to come for sure. Please provide your feedback at my new email [email protected] or hangout. You can also read my previous story here.

Hello ISS fans! I am Dheena from Chennai and this is my first story at ISS.

I work in an MNC and my favorite pastime is to do kinky role-play with girls/aunts that I meet on sex chat sites. Sometimes, I also do role-play chat with guys where we tag team.

We share our fantasy of fucking the girls in our life or imaginary sluts like actresses, movie characters, and porn stars. During these role plays, I have spun a lot of interesting sex stories that I would like to share with you all.

The following chat happened about 2 years ago (in 2018). It was late in the night and I logged in to the chat site and found the ID ‘MomWith36DD’.

The details in the ID were intriguing, and I sent the chat request. And here goes one of my earliest chat experiences.

Me: Hi dear, May I know your Name and ASL?

MomWith36DD: Hi Dheena! My name is Tanya. 38 years old. Female. Delhi. Your age and location?

Me: I am 25 years old from Chennai.

MomWith36DD (Tanya): Nice to meet you!

Me: Thanks. So, anyone got lucky with your 36DD today?

Tanya: Oh! No dear.

Me: So sad, darling? What is your hubby doing? Not taking care of those beautiful jugs?

Tanya: My hubby has moved to a different city for his job.

Me: Why didn’t he take you along?

Tanya: It’s a short-term project. He needs to stay there only for 5 or 6 months. So he thought taking us along will take a hefty toll on our finances.

Me: How long since he has been gone?

Tanya: 3 months now.

Me: So you are alone at home for 3 months?

Tanya: No, I got Varun to keep me company.

Me: Who is Varun? Is he your secret lover? Didn’t he come today to play with those boobies?

Tanya: HEY! STOP!

Me: What happened? Did I say something wrong?

Tanya: Yes. Varun is my son.

Me: OOPS! I didn’t know that. My bad. I am SORRY!

Tanya: It’s okay. Apology accepted.

As I was tired and sleepy, I logged off and went to sleep. I logged into the chat site only the next night. I had a notification of messages from “MomWith36DD”. I opened my inbox at once to read Tanya’s messages.

Tanya: Why have you gone silent? I told you that I have accepted your apology. Please talk to me. I am bored and lonely.

Me: Hey! Sorry, dear! I felt sleepy and logged off yesterday. What do you want to talk about? Be frank.

I got an immediate reply.

Tanya: I am bored being alone. I just want someone to talk to.

Me: But it doesn’t seem like you just want to talk. I think you are expecting more.

Tanya: More! Like what?

Me: If you just wanted to talk, you would have just used your name as the ID. Specifying that you have 36DD boobs, and you are a mom, makes me think you have some kinky thoughts in your mind. So, be frank, what do you want?

Tanya: You are right, Dheena. I have never been without sex for this long in my life. My husband takes care of my sexual needs at least once a week. Without him being around for this long, my body and mind, both are going crazy.

Me: I understand.

Tanya: You can’t fully understand. You don’t know everything. I am depressed, and I don’t know how to let it out.

Me: True. But, is there anything at all that I can do for you? Should I suggest any tips to handle your depression?

Tanya: I don’t know. I just what to talk my heart out without any judgment.

Me: I get it. You can talk to me. I will not judge you for anything you say.

The lonely housewife started narrating her story in long messages. I was patiently listening, messaging her an occasional, “okay,” “hmm,” “oh,” “I see,” “is it?” and “then…”

We chatted all night long. Long story short, she started surfing porn sites, reading sex stories and doing role-play on chat sites. She even bought some fancy dildos.

The lonely housewife did all these on the advice of a friend. Her friend also seemed to be a middle-aged woman whose husband stays abroad. Even after trying these, she did not feel satisfied.

We ended the chat about early morning when the sun was about to rise. Then, I went to sleep. When I woke up, it was already 12 pm.

I realized that I missed a half-a-working day because I was chatting with the housewife Tanya. So, I thought that maybe I can take a day off.

I went out and bought pizza and beer. I made myself comfortable in bed with food and drinks and opened my laptop.

I finished 2 cans of beer and a medium pizza as I was watching some steamy porn on the internet. Then, I logged on to the chat site. It showed that Tanya was online.

Me: Hi!

Tanya: Hi! Shouldn’t you be at your job right now?

Me: Yes. But I had to skip work today. And all because of you.

Tanya: Hey! Sorry for keeping you up with my ranting!

Me: It’s okay dear. It’s been a while since I took a break. Also, it is the weekend tomorrow. So, I thought I would take a long weekend.

Tanya: But still…you missed the office for me. I feel guilty.

Me: Hey babe! Stop whining! Even I won’t mind losing the job for you. 😉

Tanya: Wow! Thanks for saying that. It’s been a long time since I heard someone say something so nice like that to me.

Me: It’s my pleasure. So…you are alone at home now?

I asked her guessing that her son would have gone to school.

Tanya: Yes. Varun has gone to school.

Me: You’re feeling lonely now?

Tanya: Yes, Dheena. I wish you were here

Me: I can be there with you now.

Tanya: How is that possible? You are in Chennai and I am in Delhi.

Me: If you wish, we could connect through a video call.

Tanya: I like the idea. But..

I could understand her hesitation.

Me: You don’t have to show your face. You can hide it. Also, you don’t have to use your email ID or any real contact details. What do you say?

Tanya: Okay then. But how?

I guided her through the message to connect with me on a video call. On the video call, I saw her for the first time. The sexy housewife connected with me through her laptop and Bluetooth earphones.

Tanya was such a beautiful woman. Both of us had our faces covered, and I used my secret email ID for the video call. I had covered my face with a pollution mask which covered my nose, mouth, and jaw.

She had her face covered with a shawl, just leaving her eyes open. Even her eyes were so hypnotizing. Though she was 38 years old, she looked like someone who was in their late 20s.

Her skin was so fair as many of the Bollywood actresses. She had a hair bun which made her neck, and its perfect shape clearly visible.

The sexy and lonely housewife was wearing a blue salwar kameez with a neckline that was not too deep to reveal a lot nor too high to cover everything up.

She posed in the right amount of cleavage that can tease any man and make him go crazy. But, I was a little disappointed to see that her boobs size was not 36DD as she had claimed.

Me: Mam! You are so beautiful.

Tanya: Thank you Dheena! But don’t call me ‘mam’. Call me by my name.

Me: Okay Tanya darling! Can I call you darling?

Tanya: Yeah! You may.

Me: I am a little disappointed with you.

Tanya: Why Dheena?

Me: You mentioned in your chat ID that you had a 36DD. But, it looks a little small now. Why you lied?

Tanya: I just thought that it would attract more men than my real size. Sorry for disappointing you.

Me: No. I am not accepting you’re sorry! You made me a fool. I was eagerly expecting a 36DD and you give me this!!!

Tanya: Cool! What do you want me to do to convince you?

Me: Show me what you have got really.

Tanya: You naughty chap!!!

She stood up and lifted her salwar kameez. That’s when I noted that she wasn’t wearing her pants. It took a few seconds for her to remove it over her head and throw it on her bed.

Meanwhile, I swiftly got naked and settled before the screen with my dick in my hands. Now the housewife was in her bra and panties only. It was a lacy, branded inners, and it helped her very little in hiding her body as it was translucent.

Me: Wow! You naughty bitch! Is this what you wear under your dress?

Tanya: Hey! Mind your words.

Me: Sorry baby! The view of your body drove me crazy, and I got carried away.

Tanya: It’s fine. You are so horny it seems. You got naked already.

Me: Yes Tanya. I was watching porn for the past two hours. But it was you who really turned me on more than those slutty whores in the porn.

Tanya (giggling): Really?

Me: Yes darling. Anyway, what is your real size and figure?

Tanya: It’s 34d-30-36.

Me: Hmm. You have maintained your body quite well. What’s your secret?

Tanya: Nothing secret. Maybe it’s the household work and my hubby’s regular sessions.

Me: Oh! I see. Is it only your hubby or is there anyone else who should also be credited?

Tanya: Chi!!! Shut up!!!

Her shut-up didn’t seem like a genuine one. There was naughtiness in her voice. So, I insisted a little.

Me: Tanya! Don’t act innocent. I know that you were experimenting with your sexuality for the last few months since your husband left. So, tell me the truth.

Tanya: Nothing like that. Please change the topic.

Me: Hey! Why do you want to change the topic, if there is no one involved? Tell me the truth. You can’t hide it from me.

Tanya: Fine. I will tell you.

Ding dong! Her doorbell sounded. She turned a little anxious.

What happened next was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Who was at the door? Did her son return from school or is it someone else?

What did I do and how our video session evolved into an interesting sexperience? The answers will be related in the next part.

Meanwhile, you can write your comments, queries, suggestions, and feedback to [email protected]

Hi friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana Coimbatore vibachaariyai eppadi sex seithen endra kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. En peyar Tharshan, vayathu 28 aagugirathu.

Naan ithu naal varai entha penaiyum sex seithathe ilai athanaal naan ethavathu vibachaariyai sex seiyalam endru mudivu seithen.

Ithai naan yar idamum sola kudathu endru irunthen, en endraal en thirumanam nadakum pozhuthu ethavathu prachanai vara pogirathu endru nanban idam kuda ithai patri sola kudathu endru irunthen. Oru lodge irunthathu angu iravu 10 maniku sendru ooka pen vendum endru keten? Angu oru aunty irunthaal avale paarka sexiyaaga thaan irunthaal.

Avalaiye ooka azhaikalama endru ninaithen aanal aval ennai ulle azhaithu sendru niraiya pengalai kanbithaal. Ondru ondrum oru vithamaaga irunthathu, sila pengal nattukattai pola irukiraargal aanal avargal azhagaga ilai. Sila pengal azhagaga irukirargal aanal sexiyaaga ilai ena seivathu endru theriyaamal irunthen.

Appozhuthu thaan oru pen kulithu vitu ulle vanthaal, aval sirithaaga irunthaal aanal mulai miga perithaaga irunthathu. Siriya udambai vaithukondu mulaiyai perithaaga vatamaaga vaithu irunthaal, aval soothum sexiyaaga kozhuthe irunthathu.

Naan antha pen vendum endru keten? Avalai naan ketathum antha aunty aval ippozhuthu thaan kulithu vitu vanthaal aval vendam veru yaraiyavathu paarungal endru solinaal.

Naan avalai vaitha kangal edukamal paarthen appozhuthu aval naan avalai aasaiyodu paarthathil mayangi aunty idam sari varatum naan paarthukolugiren endru solinaal. Aanal aval irandu mani nerathirku munbu thaan oothu irunthaal. Athai thaan aunty aval kulithu vital endru solinaal, aunty sari 5000 rubai kodu endru ketal?

Naan 5000 koduthu aval araiku sendren, iruvarum ulle sendrathum aval kadamaikunu dressai kayati bra penty udan nindraal. Enaku avalai kadamaikunu sex seiya pidika vilai naan aval idam en arugil vanthu padu endru solinen. Aval vanthu paduthaal, naan aval idam un peyar ena endru keten? Aananthi endru solinaal.

Aval peyar soliyathum naan un idam friendaaga pazhaga aasai padugiren endru solinen. Aval en udan friend aagi nee ena seiya pogiraai endru ketal? Naan ithu naal varai entha penaiyum sex seithathu ilai muthal muriayaaga unnai thaan sex seiya aasai paten athanaal naan un udan konjam pesi pazhagi vitu thaan un udan sex seiven endru solinen.

Sari pesu ena pesa vendum endru ketal? Nee etharku intha thozhiluku vanthaai nee paarka kudumba pen polave azhagaga irukiraai. Nee college sendru irunthaal un pine 10 per sutri irupaargal endru solinen. Aval naan solvathai seriousaaga eduthukola vilai naan ingaiye 40 aayiram muthal 50000 paarkiren.

Padithu mudithu irunthaallum ivalavu samathiyam paarthu iruka maten enaku intha thozhilai pidithu thaan seigiren endru solinaal. Enaku un mobile number irunthaal kodu naan un idam pesa vendum endru solinen. Aval sirithu neram yosithaal illai enaku yar idamum en mobile number thara kudathu endru soli irukiraargal athanaal naan thara maten endraal.

Naan avalidam ithai naan yar idamum sola maten endru solinen, aval yosithaal unnai paarthaal nalavanaaga thaan therigiraai sari ithai patri nee yar idamum sola kudathu endru solinaal. Naan kandipaaga yar idamum ithai patri sola maten aananthi endren. Number koduthaal note seithu kondu avaludan manasu vitu pesinen.

Enaku panam thevai padugirathu athanaal naan jollyaga matter pottukolugiren endru solinaal. Ithil enaku niriaya interest irukirathu, naan vazhkaiyai enjoy seiya vendum endrum solinaal. 1 mani neram avaludan pesi vitu avalai ethuvum seiyaamal aval meethu en kai kuda padamal angu irunthu sendren.

Appozhuthu aval hey ena ethum seiyamal selgiraai endru ketal?

Naan thaan solinene enaku pesi pazhagi vitu thaan oruvarai thoda thondrum endru solinen.

Aval sirithu vitu en thalai mudiyai pidithu kothi vitu kalaithu vitu ipo poo endru solinaal. Veliye sendrathum aunty ennai paarthu ena pa eppadi irunthathu unaku engal service pidithu irukiratha endru ketal? Naan ithai ketathum rumba nala irunthathu kandipaaga inoru naal varuven endru solinen.

Veetirku senru aanandi idam pesi pazhaga aarambithen, avalidam kaamathai thavira veru anaitthaiyum pesinen. Oru maatham varai pesi vitu aval udan nandraaga friend aagi vitu enaku un udan sex seiya aasaiyaaga irukirathu endru keten? Aval oru nimidam amaithiyaagi vital. Naan aval manathai thotu viten endrumatum enaku therinthathu.

Aananthi naan veliyil yaar udanum thozhil seiya kudathu endru solinaal, appozhuthu naan unnai oru nanbanaaga thaan sex seiya aasai padugiren oru vibachaariyaaga ala endru solinen. Ithai aval ketathum azhuthu vital, unaku ennai avalavu pidithu vitatha endru ketel?

Naan avalidam naan unnai thirumanam seithu kola povathu illai aanal enaku ithai sola thondrugirathu I love you endru solinen.

Ithu varai naan niraiya peruku sugam koduthu irukiren aanal avargal en manathirku oru sugathaiyum thanthathu illai aanal nee ennai anuab vaikamal en manathirku sugam koduthu vitai.

Naalai bus standil ennai pick seithukol endru solinaal. Nalai avalai bus standil paarthen paaaaaaaa sema azhagaga irunthaal, oru keral pen epadi irupaalo athu pola sexiyaaga irunthaal.

Naan sendrathum aval en bikekil oru pakamaaga eri amarnthaal, naan ithai ethir paarka villai aanalum avalai impress seiya avalai neraga koviluku azhaithu sendren. Aananthi melum melum impress aginaal, iruvarum saami kumbitu vitu angu irukum oru gramathu vazhiyaaga sendrom.

Appozhuthu angu iyarkaiyaaga kaatru adithukondu pacham pasumaiyaaga irunthathu.

Aananthi ennai bike nirutha solinaal, oru varapil nadanthu sendrom, muzhuvathum nel vilaichalaaga irunthathu. Angu sendru ennai aval kathal udan paarthaal, naan ithu naal varai ippadi santhoshamaaga oor sutriyathe illai endru solinaal. Naanum aval kangalai paarthen ippozhuthu thaan naangal oruvarai oruvar virumbi sexiyaaga kiss seiya kite vanthom.

Avalai naan kiss seivatharku munathaaga aval en kanathai pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu uthdai sapinaal. Naanum pottu potukondu ithazhai sappi kiss seithen, iruvarum miga nerukamaaga irunthom appozhuthu avalin periiya mulai en meethu patu azhunthiyathu. Antha nodiyile en sunni tak endru viraithathu.

Ennai meeri en kai aval mulai meethu sendrathu, aval mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu pisainthen. Aananthi en sunniyai kaiyil pidithu paarthu ena atharkul ivalavu avasarama endru ketal? Aval en sunniyai pidithathum enaku oru vitha kuchamaaga aagi vitathu. Naan sirithen hey yaravathu paarthu vida pogiraargal endru solinen.

Apo nee en mulaiyai kasakiya pozhuthu yaarum paarka vilaiya endru ketu sirithaal? Iruvarum konju vilaiyaaadikondu angu irunth kilambinom.

Kalai 11 mani aanathu, ippozhuthu aananthi iru pakam amarnthu aval iru mulaiyai en muthil vaithu azhuthi kati pidithukonde vanthaal. Acham enbathu madamaiyada endra padathil simbu kathaliyai eri sendrathu polave naanum unarnthen.

Engalai paarpavargal ellam kathalargal endru thaan ninaithaargal, ivalai vibachaariyaaga yaarume paarka vilai. Aanal ondru matum enaku therinthathu aval seiyum muthathai vaithe soluven ithu naal varai aval matra aangaluku kudukatha avalavirku enaku sugam thara pogiraal enbathai matum purinthu konden.

Jollyaga climatetai enjoy seithu sendru kondu irunthom.

Appozhuthu aananthi aval kaiyai en sunniku arugil vaithu irunthaal, naan sirithum ethir paarkatha vithathil aval en sunniyil kai vaithaal. Thodarum.

This is a real-life story, and it happened when we were on our way back to Kolkata from Benaras. Usually, we don’t travel long distances by car. But due to the festive season, we did not get the return ticket.

We were forced to hire a car and return to Kolkata by car. I hired a Zoomcar with my mom and headed for Kolkata on a beautiful sunny morning. It was only two of us, but still, we took an SUV. It is said that it is safe to have big cars on highways.

I have been thinking about incest since my mom got a discount at the saree shop. My mom knows nothing about it. It all started when I saw my mom naked in my room. I remember it was 5 or 6 in the morning. There were many guests in the other rooms.

Thinking that I was asleep, she used the attached bathroom in my room. She came out, stripped her towel, and wore her dress. I will tell you all about my mom’s assets in the latter part of the story.

Benaras to Kolkata would take us 3 days and 2 nights. It was evening, and we did not even cross the UP border that our tires were flat. We could not see a single garage or Dhaba around. We drove slowly, and by 8 pm, we found a Dhaba.

There were few trucks, and the truck drivers had parked there to have some food or maybe take a rest. We parked our car too and went inside. It was late, and no one inside expected a woman. I clearly remember mom dressed casually that day.

She wore a green saree and a yellow blouse without a bra. The blouse was backless. It was summer, and I cannot blame it on her. As she did not wear her bra, her meaty boobs hung with pointy nipples. I was aroused too, and so was expected of the people sitting inside there.

We took the table, and I went to the counter to order something. I was discussing with the attendant our problem when a driver offered to help. One of our tires needed replacement, and others needed some air in it. Mom and I decided to get it done and leave.

But as time passed, the highway got darker and scarier. I decided to call Zoomcar and inform them about our condition. I called, told them about it.  They suggested some nearby places to halt and also where to get it fixed. When I returned, I saw that driver sitting in my place and conversing with my mom.

I did not interrupt and sat behind her. I was using my phone and saw him appreciating my mom. He was muscular and had a good sense of humor

Man: It usually happens that these tires wear out. I will change the tires now, but you need to wait to get them inflated. I’ve called the mechanic. He’ll come here in an hour or two.

Mom: Bhaiya, it will too late, we would not be able to leave, and there’s no hotel nearby.

Man: (Laughing)Bhabhi, you are in a hotel, it has rooms upstairs, the rooms are nice and tidy. You can stay here for tonight. I’ll also get you a discount.

Mom: Oh! We thought it’s still under construction.

Man: Yeah, it is, but they have completed two floors, and guests do come frequently.

He seemed to be a nice person. I could see him forcing conversation just to look at my mom’s assets. He took a look at her cleavage every time he got a chance. I knew something was going on in his mind.

Mom: (Laughing) We are lucky that we found you. Otherwise, who would have helped a stranger.

Our orders were ready. As we ate, he brought the hotel owner and asked him to show us the best rooms and give a discount. As our dinner was over, we went with the owner accompanied by that creep to look at the rooms. The
Rooms were average, and all of them looked more or less the same.

Mom: They are more or less the same. Just get us two rooms close to each other, and please clean it properly. We are very tired of this hectic journey, my back is paining sitting for so long.

Man: Bhabhi, it’s just about this night. Anyway, it’s too late. Also, if you need a massage, do tell me.

Mom: No, no, it’s okay.

As they were chatting, the owner took me to my room. I changed my clothes and took a bath. Then I thought of checking out on my mom. So I went to her room. She wore a night suit. It was short and above knees. I was aroused immediately.

She has an amazing figure. Her boobs are probably 38, her hips are around 36, and her ass is 40. As the light passed through her dress, I could see the outline of her fleshy and plumpy body. I went inside, asked if she was comfortable, and checked if the bathroom was clean and tidy.

Mom: Hey, I’ll get a massage. It will be a little late. So you can sleep if you want to.

Me: Where did you get a massager? Did that guy convince you to get a massage?

Mom: (Laughing) No one convinced me. I just thought I should get it. I’ll be driving tomorrow so that you can take a rest.

I didn’t object much. I just left. I was wearing my casuals and was scrolling through Instagram. I went out in the corridor and then to the balcony. As I stoop there, I heard some conversation. I tried to listen carefully.

Man: Bro, convincing her to get a massage was so easy. It seems she wants me to touch her. She did not hesitate every time I touched her.

(Lots of people laughing)

Man: I even complimented her figure, and she responded to it very flirtatiously. I just checked on her, and she is wearing a mini skirt. It seems she, too, wants good sex.

Someone: Bro, all the best, do send some pictures and video if possible.

Man: Let’s see if she agrees. I’ll call you people too.

(Shouting and laughing heard)

It was clear from his conversation that she, too, has shown interest in getting fucked. After all, he was a well-built young man. She must be craving for some good sex for so long. The guards switched all the lights and dimmed the corridor. That man came out of that room.

We had eye contact, and then he immediately ran into my mom’s room. He was afraid that I must have heard their conversation. I waited for 10 minutes and again checked on my mom. But this time, not through the door but from the window that opened to the balcony.

As expected, she was lying on her undies. I could see her boobs, her chubby belly, meaty thighs, and those amazing ass. I knew mom was into this plan too. She desperately wanted a dick tonight. He slowly moved his hands all over her, and I was so jealous of him.

Mom: It feels so good. Please press around my thigh. It’s so numb there.

Man: Bhabhi, if you don’t mind, I should say you have an amazing body.

Mom: (Giggling) Yeah, I know, could you please warm the oil? I am not feeling hot.

Man: Just have patience. I’ll make you hot in some time.

Their conversation escalated so quickly that I was shocked. The Dhaba’s shutters were down. It was so silent that I could hear the sound of winds gushing through my windows and the leaves crackling. I could hear them conversing even from a distance.

Man: Bhabhi, just lay on your chest, and you need to remove your bra.

Mom: Sure, please put more pressure. My body is numb, and I am not feeling anything at all.

She stood up, removed her petticoat and blouse as well. I was able to see her huge cleavage and amazing chest. Now she was just in her two-piece. The man’s eye bulged out, seeing this milf. She laid on her chest and asked him to open the bra.

Mom: Please unhook my bra, don’t peep in anything. (Laughing)

Man: Bhabhi, this is my everyday work. Let me open the bra.

The bra was so tight that he couldn’t even open it.

Man: Your bra is very tight bhabhi, it’s carrying a huge amount of load.

Mom: Hahaha, you can see it.

Somehow he opened the bra and was putting oil on her back. Then my mom got a call. She got up and did not cover her boobs. It was the best boobs I have ever seen in my life, round, curvy, stiff. The areola was large, and the nipples were tight (she was horny too).

She bared it all in front of that guy. He was acting shy and moved his face as she returned.

Mom: Why are you feeling so shy? You have already seen many.

Man: Hahahaha, true.

Mom: (Holding her boobs) Are they good? What’re the best boobs you’ve seen in life?

Man: Let me touch it first. I think this is the best I have ever seen.

She then opened her underwear and went to bed naked. The man was shocked too. I would not blame my mom. The man was huge, bulky, muscular, and dark. His muscles were so elegant.

Man: It seems you are in a mood.

Mom: Whatever you want, baby, take it all.

He bent and started licking her pussy. He seemed so aggressive. I heard loud moans. He then got up and opened her nightgown. As he stripped, I was able to see her plump body. It was milky white. Her big boobs and ass looked so perfect.

Her boobs did not hang, it was round with small nipples and large areola. Even though she was chubby, she had a great figure. He then held her hands and pushed her to mouth towards his dick. She passionately held her dick
And started sucking.

Even after five minutes of sucking, he did not cum. My pants were already wet. He then asked her to lay on the bed. He then started licking her armpits and put his finger inside her pussy. She moaned so hard. She was enjoying every moment of that night.

He then started masturbating to her. He was doing so fast, and in seconds, my mom had the first orgasm of the night. She was panting so hard, but he showed no mercy. He started licking her pussy again. He gave her no time to relax. She moaned and begged to stop. He stopped, and both of them were laughing.

Man: Told ya, I would make you happy as fuck.

Mom: (Laughing) Go deeper, go deeper, make it quick.

He then pulled her by her legs and pushed his dick inside her pussy.

Mom: Aa, you’ve gone too deep. Make it a tunnel, babe.

Man: Let’s see for how long you can handle this. I am going to fuck the shit out of you.

After some aggressive doggy style fucking they laid on each other. They whispered while he laid on top of those milky boobs and thighs. Those amazing tits and soft ass spread as he was on top of her. He then pulled his dick and put it inside my mom’s pussy.

Her pussy was red and oozed out his cum. Her pussy gulped. His entire dick in one goes as it seemed that it has been starved for years. He was then fucking her slowly and steadily. She moaned. They were in a missionary position. This bulky and muscular man completely dominated her.

Mom did not resist a single time for whatever he did. Then suddenly, he paced up. He was throbbing her pussy with faster strokes. I could see her fat jiggle and boobs moving up and down. She moaned for every stroke. The bed started making sounds too.

After few minutes of banging, mom shouted, “I am about to cum. I am about to cum.” Instead of pulling out his dick, he pushed it inside and cummed inside her. Both of them looked exhausted, and it seemed they cummed at the same time.

Mom was happy and smiling. As he pulled his dick out, his cum oozed out of her brown pussy.

Mom: It’s for the first time someone made me cum twice.

Man: How many dicks have you taken, bhabhiji?

Mom: Come on, man, you are just the fifth guy to enjoy this sexy lady.

I was shocked to hear this number. I never thought she was sexually active when dad was out.

Man: I want to fuck you once more, baby. I am still not satisfied. My dick is craving for some more flesh.

Mom: Sure, why not? Let’s see if you can make me cum once again.

Man: Bhabhi, have you ever done anal?

Mom: I don’t allow my husband to fuck me without a condom. You are lucky. And now you want my ass?

The way mom talked to him aroused him a lot. He then pulled her and kissed her neck. He then asked her to lay on her stomach. He then started rubbing his dick on her ass.

Mom: Oh man, please don’t destroy my anal. I need to drive tomorrow. I don’t think I would be able to resist your dick. Please, come on.

He did not fuck her this time and just rubbed his dick on her pussy.

Mom: Aah, it seems you are just teasing me, fuck that pussy, you fucking idiot.

She was cursing him so that he gets aroused.

Mom: Your dick is not standing anymore. Maybe you need to leave rum and whisky. Your dick cannot handle anymore, not enough power to rage this whore, you son of a bitch.

This aroused him, and then the truck driver pushed his dick inside her ass. He went rough, very hard. This time it went on for around 10 minutes. They cummed again. Exhausted and tired, she fell on her bed. He got up, spanked her ass, and was wearing his dress.

She still sucked her dick and looked so slutty. She was all wet and cum oozing out of her pussy. Her ass and pussy were red. She lay naked, her pussy too breathed out.

And every time it did, it oozed more and more cum of his. Both of them slept naked.  They turned off the lights, and I could still hear some hissing noises. They were probably kissing.

The next morning I woke up and went to check on her. To my surprise, her door was not locked at all. I went to her room and found her sleeping naked, as seen last night. I went to touch her ass, and suddenly that man came out of the bathroom all naked.

I was surprised that he was still there, and we stared at each other very awkwardly. He put on a towel and then came to me.

Man: Hey, I know that you saw us fucking last night. I got to know from my friends that you were peeping in. You shouldn’t tell that you know it. Every woman needs to have some fun, you know.

Man: Just see how relaxed she is. You might not have seen her sleeping so peacefully. Btw you can go and touch her ass. I cleaned it up this morning. (laughing)

Me: No, thanks.

Man: Can I go for one more round? Would you mind?

Me: Be my guest. She’s all yours.

Man: Just watch it from here. I won’t let her turn. Just don’t make any noise.

He then removed the blankets, held her tight, and started to push his dick in her ass. She woke up moaning, and he started kissing her so she couldn’t see me. He went slow, and I, too, felt aroused. He cummed in seconds and still kept his dick inside her.

I could see that amazing milf body, all the hip folds, and big round ass. Her boobs were so big that her side boobs were still visible. Her body was oily, making it look sexier.

I quietly left the room. We left the hotel at around 12 noon. She acted normal as if nothing happened. I guess she has done that quite a few times. We took turns driving the car and then eventually reached home.

Hi guys, I am back with another story. This is related to my other story with my ex-girlfriend, Chaya. I had seduced Chaya with a dart game.

Many people have traveled to their hometowns during the lockdown period, and I was amongst them. I was having a good time with my friends as I visiting home after a long time. While I was on the terrace, I saw my ex, my neighbor, Chaya.

She was married now but still in good shape. She was fair in color and was wearing a salwar kameez. Our eyes met, and we moved towards each other. Our terraces were hardly 3-4 meters apart.

Me: Hi, how are you?

Chaya: I am good. I didn’t expect you here.

Me: Since it was lockdown, I thought to come here. How are you here?

Chaya: My husband is stuck in the US due to lockdown. So papa asked me to come home as I was alone.

Me: So you were alone for the last 3-4 months?

Chaya: Yeah, unfortunately.

Me: How is your husband? Hope you two have bonded well.

Chaya: (after a pause) He is ok. (with a sad face)

Me: Your words don’t compliment your face.

Chaya: (seeing in my eyes) That’s a long story. Leave it. I need to go. Bye.

Me. Bye.

Then I also moved down. The next day I again went up to the terrace for some fresh air, and Chaya was there on the terrace. She had come to put the clothes for drying.

Me: Hi.

Chaya: Hello.

Me: (She seems to be in a somewhat good mood today). Yesterday I think I made you a little upset.

Chaya: A little, but it was not your fault.

Me: What happened?

Chaya: It’s a long story. Leave it.

Me: (I wanted to know, but I didn’t press for it) You seem to be quite happy today.

Chaya: Well, today is my father’s birthday. I am planning to give him a surprise by cooking food that he likes and doing the decoration.

Me: Surprise party? Is uncle not at home?

Chaya: No, he and mom had gone to my aunty and would be returning in the evening.

Me: Wow. Let me know if you need some help to bring any stuff.

Chaya: Well, I may. I need some decoration material, could you bring that for me?

Me: Yeah, why not. Give me the list.

Chaya: come to my home in half an hour, and I will prepare it by then.

I went to Chaya’s home, and she handed me the list. I went to the market and bought all the stuff and reached her home. Chaya opened the door, and she was now wearing a top and long skirt. Her hairs were wet, and it looked she recently has taken a shower.

We then started to do the decorations, and it took almost a couple of hours for it. After finishing it, Chaya asked me to be comfortable, and she will prepare coffee by then. I was sitting in a low seating area near the window, and she came with two mugs of coffee.

We were sitting on opposite sides and doing some chit-chat. Coffee is always the right time to talk about personal things. I didn’t want to lose this opportunity. I asked about her married life and her husband. She had a sad face, but she opened up. She said that she is going through a bad patch.

Her husband is cheating on her. He has someone in the US before the marriage, so he doesn’t love her. When he was in India, she has seen his messages. They had a fight as well, but nothing changed, and due to this, he is not taking her to the US. Tears started to roll out from her eyes.

I gave my hanky to her and ask her to wipe her tears. But it looked that I had touched her heart, and they don’t seem to stop. I moved near her and took hold of her one hand. She was still sobbing, and I tried to console her. I was rubbing her hand to just calm her down, but it was not helping her.

I moved near to her and took my other hand from the back to her head. I pushed her a little towards me, and now her head was resting on my chest. I was patting her and trying to console her. We were in that position for quite a time. This all reminded me of our previous days when we used to sit like this for a long time.

After some time, I moved her head up, and our eyes were looking into each other. Our faces were quite close to each other, and we can feel each other breath. We were in the same position for some time, and our eyes were talking to each other.

In the same position, she closed her eyes. Our lips were quite close to each other. I moved one of my hands in her hair and started gently massaging it. I moved my lips a little closer to her lips. Now our lips were just inches away from each other.

Her eyes were closed, but she could sense it. The environment was so charged up, and I could feel she was also now aroused a little by her breath. I moved my lips towards her and placed a small peck on her lips. Her eyes were still closed. I moved my lips again and started to kiss her lips gently.

She also started to respond, and soon we were kissing each other gently. Her eyes were still closed, and the cool breeze coming from the window was arousing us more. Soon we were smooching, and our tongues were exploring each other. We continued to kiss.

I moved my hand over her boobs and started to press it very gently. I did it very gently and wanted to check if I receive any resistance. Continued for more than a minute, and there was no resistance from her. I increased the intensity and was now properly massaging them, and she was getting charged.

She had increased the intensity of the smooch. After pressing her boobs for quite a long time, I wanted to see them and massage her bare boobs. I took hold of her t-shirt and slowly started to move it upside, checking in her eyes if she was ok.

Her eyes didn’t show any reaction, and so I moved it above her boobs and broke the kiss. Her eyes questioned me, “Why?” I pointed towards her t-shirt. She moved her hands above, and I removed her t-shirt.

She was wearing a red netted bra underneath it. Her boobs were still quite firm and medium-sized. I placed my hand over the bra and started pressing them. I moved behind her and started to kiss her shoulders while massaging her boobs.

After a while, I started rolling my tongue on her back. She was moaning heavily now. I was rolling the tongue from top to bottom, and her bra was an obstruction. I opened her bra hooks with my teeth, and now she had a bareback.

I was kissing every part of her back and playing with her boobs which were now freed. She was quite aroused by now, and her hands were moving near my crotch area. Chaya moved her hands onto my belt and started unbuckling it. She then opened my jeans button and was trying to move it down.

I helped her by getting up and then moving the jeans down. She was now caressing my cock, which was now erect under the underwear. She played with it over the underwear. I was massaging her boobs and kissing her back.

She took her hands in the underwear, held my cock, and moved her fingers up and down. She was having difficulty due to my undies, so I moved it down. My cock was fully erect and was at 90 degrees. She started to move her fingers nicely and also started to play with my balls.

I was quite aroused. So I turned her around, took one of her boob in my mouth, and started licking it. Chaya had closed her eyes and was enjoying it. On the other hand, I was pressing her other boob. Her hand movement started to slow down, and I knew that she is fully aroused.

She opened her eyes and signaled me to move to the bed. We reached her bedroom, and she pushed me to bed. I was half on the bed, but my legs were down. My cock was almost on the edge of the bed. She had gone on her knees and moved her lips near my cock.

She started licking it with our eyes locked to each other. She was licking it nicely, and my cock was shining with her saliva. Chaya then started to suck the head of my cock, and I was on cloud nine. She slowly started to take more of it in her mouth and started giving a blow job.

She was caressing my balls at the same time. After sucking it nicely for a good couple of minutes, she started to suck my balls. It was a pleasure that is hard to define. I was fully aroused and knew if this continued, I would release it. I stood and pull Chaya on the bed.

She was half-naked and was laid just beside me in the bed. We again were lip-locked. I started to untie the skirt with one hand. Soon I had moved her skirt down, and now she was only in her red panties. I started to suck her boobs one by one and especially her nipples which were erect by now.

Her pussy was quite wet by now and was leaking juices which were visible on her panty. I moved down, and there it was, the sexiest point of a girl- her navel. I kissed her navel and then blew some air. This gave her goosebumps, and the intensity of her moans increased.

After fulfilling my fantasy on her navel, I moved my hands on her pussy. I pushed my hand under her panty and started massaging her pussy. It was already wet. It was getting uncontrollable for Chaya now, and she started saying, “Fuck me now. Push your cock inside my love hole.”

I removed her panty and moved out of her legs. She was fully naked, now lying on the bed. I moved to a missionary position and put my cock over her pussy. I started to rub my cock on her pussy lips to tease her more.

She was quite aroused and started to shout, “Don’t tease me fuck me hard. Bury your cock in my pussy.” After some teasing, it was time for some action. I put my cock on her pussy and gave a push. The cock straight away went half in, and with a couple of more pushes, it was fully inside her.

I started to fuck her in a missionary position, increasing my pace with time. We did it for a good 3- 4 minutes. Then I asked her to take a doggy position. She went on all fours, and I started to fuck her from behind. This one is my favorite position. I took hold of her love handles and was ramming from behind.

Her sexy ass was a treat to the eyes. The whole room was filled with her moans and the sound of our bang. The environment was quite aroused, and her breath was getting heavy.

After a couple of minutes, her body started to lose, and she reached her orgasm. Her breathing started to slow down, and she laid her head down on the pillow. I stopped for some time to let Chaya gain consciousness and then again started to push from behind.

Slowly the pressure started to build in my balls. Within few seconds, my cock started throbbing and released loads of sperm in her pussy. I fell on her and remained in that position for some time and later fall down on the bed. We again lip-locked for a good time.

Chaya: This is one of the best orgasms she had to post her marriage.

Me: I have released in your pussy in the heat of the moment. Do you need any pills?

Chaya: These are my safe days, so it’s fine and nothing to worry about.

Me: Ok. When will we meet next?

Chaya: Let’s see.

We then both wear our clothes, and I moved out of her home

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As a working couple, we decided not to be picky about job locations. Both of us preferred to earn higher salaries than to staying together. Tripti, my sweet wife, got a project in a different city and moved out. We started meeting on weekends, taking turns to travel. But our sexual appetite was never satisfied.

We were horny all the time because Tripti is just 25, and I’m 26. The stats of my young wife are 36C bust, 26 waist, and 36 hips. Combined with her 5’6” height and golden-yellow complexion, she’s one exquisite babe.

She used to keep her butt-length hair in a neat bun. She covered her sexy figure with clothes from head to toe. That was till she started her journey of femdom BDSM.

Tripti was a basic bitch before landing in Portland. She got inspired by the fitness culture of this city and started running daily. After only 2 months, she’d lost weight and started turning heads. She became a tigress in bed, and I loved her sexual authority.

Then she got so busy with her workouts that she wouldn’t even travel to meet me. So I had to visit her every weekend. During those visits, we started fucking immediately. I would last 5 minutes, then she would get on top of me and fuck the daylights out of me for another 10-12 minutes.

Lately, she has become aggressive and dominating. She started slapping me lightly and asked me to spank her ass. She has a male colleague called Senthil, who is also her gym partner. He is 23, of average built, with a tanned complexion.

In her words, he’s a ‘pet,’ and he follows Tripti around like a puppy. As Tripti became hotter, her domination increased. Senthil was quite submissive, so naturally, he became Tripti’s sub BFF. During a recent visit, I noticed Senthil’s look was updated.

He got a spiky haircut and looked smarter in skinny jeans, all thanks to Tripti. Also, Tripti was oozing with sexuality. Her old nose-stud was gone, and she had a lot of modern dresses in the closet. She was enjoying attention from other men and slowly turned exhibitionist.

One weekend, upon arriving from the airport, I was surprised to see Senthil inside her flat. Tripti was in a saree, pallu on the floor, standing in front of him. Holding a measuring tape in one hand, Senthil was following Tripti’s orders.

She opened her hair bun and let her long hair fall to her ass. I never got bored of watching the evenly thick locks uncurl and straighten like a dark curtain. Senthil watched with his mouth open, a slave to her femdom.

Tripti: Ok, collect it at the neck and measure.

Senthil: Ok, sure.

He smoothed her hair from top to bottom and held it with one hand. He tried to unroll the tape clumsily by putting the measuring tape in the same hand and holding her hair. But released her hair instead and then started over. Struggling with the simple task, he touched my lovely wife on her neck, waist, and ass.

Looking at a stranger handle my wife physically, my cock started rising. I thought this must be common. After all, ladies go to tailors and barbers. Tired of his antics, Tripti turned around and moved her hair in front. Holding it herself and she told him strictly.

Tripti: Now do it properly, or I’ll send you home

Senthil stood and started measuring. He clearly pressed his tape on her right boob, then on her naked waist. Finally, coming up with a number, “37 inches, from the crown.”

Tripti: How much did he say?

Senthil: Toy store guy said 14 is minimum.

Tripti: Ok, now measure from bra strap down.

I wasn’t exactly following their conversation. But it looked harmless and a bit amusing. Senthil stood behind Tripti, trying to feel her bra strap under the blouse. Irritated, Tripti opened her blouse and stood only in her bra, with her back to him.

I went to freshen up in the bathroom. When I came out 10 minutes later, Tripti was standing in her bra and petticoat. Her saree shed on the sofa. More than half of her precious hair was cut off. Her eyeliner was rubbed to the side, and she was taking deep breaths.

She explained that she’d sent her hair to an Adult toy store to make a custom whip. I asked, “Baby, wig or whip?” She confirmed it’s a whip. Anyway, the deed was done, so I gave up questioning. “Oh, this is new,” she said, opening her petticoat.

She had a 4-inch long oriental tattoo under her navel, extending till her pubes. “Senthil wanted to check it out,” she said, collecting her saree from the sofa and leaving. I realized, counting the tattoo artist, Tripti has displayed her pussy to two strangers.

She changed and went to a salon to get her rough haircut fixed. I was still thinking about her tattoo. It was partially visible in her jeans, so if someone asked to see the full design, she’d have to expose her pussy! What a slut she’d become, I thought, rubbing my cock and feeling strangely erotic.

Tripti returned home with ombré colored hair, jet black overall, with blonde streaks. Her thick hair was now cut in choppy layers from shoulders till bra strap length. Eyebrows were micro-bladed with pronounced arches. I was drooling at her makeover and became desperate to fuck her.

She looked like a sex bomb. I started rubbing my cock and tried to get cozy with her. As usual, she wanted to be in charge. So she pushed me on the bed and stripped me quickly. Then tied my hands to the bed with her stockings and, lastly, stuffed her panty in my mouth.

When she undressed, I saw my wife in a garter belt with leg straps and a black leather corset. I tried asking her to take the bra off but realized my mouth was gagged. Then she bent down to blow my cock that was already bursting with pressure.

Her sexy hair was caressing my groin. She was looking up at me with her big black eyes, fluttering her long eyelashes to tease me. She took my balls in her mouth, gently squeezing them as she sucked. I noticed she was massaging her bush with her middle finger.

If only my hands were released from bondage, I would’ve held her by the neck and fucked her roughly till she screamed with pleasure.

The doorbell rang, so Tripti wore my shirt and went to answer, leaving her panty in my mouth. Her promiscuous behavior was arousing me every second. The visitor was Senthil again. I heard them laughing while I twisted in bed, trying to touch my cock.

Tripti returned with a hair whip attached to a leather handle. Laughing at my plight, she announced, “This is your punishment, baby,” and started whipping my thighs. It didn’t hurt at all but felt silky, making my dick burst with erotic sensation.

She simply closed the bedroom curtain and climbed on the bed without taking off her shiny black heels. We both knew that Senthil could easily hear us having sex. The fact that my sweet wife had a slutty ‘domme’ side made my dick painfully hard.

Tripti sat on her knees and inserted my cock into her cunt, then started riding me while holding her whip in one hand. I wondered why she’s hanging on to the whip. She folded it and spanked my bum. I felt a hot rush and fucked harder.

From then on, she ordered me to go faster or deeper, spanking me softly all the time. Her loud moans could be heard outside, even with the TV on. Looking up at her flat milky stomach and a new tattoo, I was nearing climax.

Tripti hadn’t reached the orgasm. But she got down and took my prick into her mouth all the way, deep throating me for the first time. One look at her sexy face with my cock in it made me shoot my hot semen. At the exact moment, she pulled out and took the sticky cum shots on her pretty face.

She licked cum from her lips and simply sucked me dry while I watched in awe. I liked my ‘new’ bitch wife more than ever. My erection came back in record time, just by looking at the leather straps on her toned thighs.

I dressed to meet Senthil in the living room. Tripti just wore my shirt and came outside with her pussy barely covered. She was talking to Senthil while I slipped into the kitchen to avoid any awkwardness. Plus, I couldn’t say anything to Senthil when my own wedded wife behaved like a shameless whore.

Tripti: Senti, did you bring it?

Senthil: Ya, I brought the one you asked.

Tripti: Ok, just be careful.

Senthil: Sure, can you turn around?

Dying with curiosity, I peeked at their activity. Tripti was holding her gorgeous locks up. Meanwhile, Senthil wielded a big professional clipper that he’d already plugged in the wall. I noticed a thin patch of short hair at Tripti’s hairline. She had her nape trimmed sometime back.

Senthil proceeded to reshape the undercut with a loud buzzing sound. The cold steel vibrating on her neck aroused Tripti instantly. She pursed her lips, putting her palm surreptitiously on her clit. Then asked Senthil to sit on the sofa and dropped gingerly into his lap.

He ran the clippers with one hand, letting his other hand rest on Tripti’s smooth thigh. As Senthil moved away from my line of sight, I got a clear view of Tripti’s nape. Underneath was a tattoo that read, “Priceless.” She must’ve got tattooed when I was away, and it had already healed.

In fact, her long neck was looking damn sexy, enough to make any man jizz himself. Senthil was holding up two mirrors to show the results. Tripti asked him to hold up her hair so she can handle the mirror angle. Without hesitation, he sank all ten fingers in her sexy hair, holding it with both hands.

Senthil: Smells sexy. What’s the shampoo?

Tripti: Victoria’s Secret, naughty!

Senthil: You should shave your sideburns.

Tripti: You think so?

Senthil: Ya, to match the nape.

Tripti: Ok, just an inch, then.

Senthil shaved off both her sideburns. Still sitting in his lap, Tripti was discreetly grinding her ass on his cock, till he finally finished and dusted her.

Tripti: I love this trimmer; it gives me goosebumps.

Senthil: Haa, let’s do your underarms too

To my horror, Tripti stood up and took off her shirt. Her bush was in clear view for a second before she tied the shirt around her hips. Without batting an eyelid, Senthil proceeded to remove her armpit hair. He was rubbing his fingers on the shaved area to check for missed spots.

Then he said something in her ear. Tripti nodded, and removing her shirt from her hips, she wore it with the buttons open. She covered her slit with two fingers and smiled like a slut. Senthil shaved around her triangular bush, using her fingers as a guide to making a neat landing strip on her cunt.

For the final touches, Tripti removed her fingers so that Senthil could straighten the lines with a small scissor. Tripti squirmed with pleasure when he used his thumb to check for stray hair. She quickly saw him to the door with a lip kiss and instructed him to wait in the car.

The guy had a tent in his pants while leaving. I was hot with jealousy but relieved that he didn’t try anything. Tripti called me for a quickie, bending on the sofa, displaying her pussy. I held her thighs and started pumping from behind.

She was creamed in 2 minutes. Luckily, she didn’t try to ride me because I was spent for the day. Tripti took a shower and came out looking fresh and fuckable.

She was in a floral, brown baby doll dress with full sleeves but ended at her thigh level. Any guy who looked at her long waxed legs would try to get between them. Her hair was up in a high ponytail showing off her nape tattoo.

I wasn’t invited to go with her. So I just watched from the balcony as she got into a car with Senthil and left to go clubbing. I opened a bottle of scotch to give me a company that night. In any case, my balls were empty after two shots, and I went to bed fully satisfied.

I had no idea when Tripti got back home, but she was in bed when I woke up. I noticed the bitch had permanent eyeliner and lip blush, so she wouldn’t need makeup. There was a swelling on her lower lip like someone bit her while kissing.

I had butterflies in my stomach thinking she was intimate with someone last night. It was a strange rush, like trying to win over a new girlfriend, with no idea if she slept with another man.

In the evening, Tripti announced that we were going to an adult club. She wore a red, off-shoulder dress with half sleeves that barely covered her hips. Except for long earrings, there was no sign of jewelry (not even our wedding ring).

She flat-ironed her hair into slick face-framing layers, smoothed over to her right side. Her dress revealed something that I hadn’t seen earlier. There was a crown tattoo on top of her left boob. I grimaced, knowing the tattoo artist must’ve surely seen her tits.

As I was getting ready, I heard Senthil come in. From the bedroom, I could see him touching her chest tattoo. I went to check on their activities.

Senthil: Wow, it healed fast.

Tripti: I know, how’s my dress?

Senthil: Tempting, side bangs are messing with your lashes.

Tripti: I know! I asked for blunt bangs. Could you fix them?

He took the kitchen scissors, holding her bangs between his fingers. They were already sectioned and falling to her cheekbones. When he closed the blades. I heard ‘khach’ and saw 3 inches of hair fall into the sink. Tripti was left with a blunt fringe above her eyebrows.

She fluttered her eyelashes to check for free movement, then turned seductively towards me. Dumbfounded by her sultry behavior, I simply held her sexy face and kissed her. Then Tripti hugged Senthil and kissed him squarely on the lips, saying, “Thanks, baby.”

We arrived at the rooftop of a posh hotel. Senthil had booked a private table for us. The club’s ambiance was seductively dark, and hot girls in skimpy dresses were milling about. I was feasting my eyes on the skin show when I noticed Senthil’s hand on Tripti’s lovely butt. But she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Since it was a public place, I kept mum. Tripti settled with a juicy martini, I had my whiskey, and Senthil got a beer. A young white guy brought Tripti tequila and asked her for a dance. She passed me the free drink and walked away, holding the new guy’s hand.

When she returned, her cleavage glistened with sweat, making Senthil’s penis shoot up like a rocket. Before I could grab her, Tripti sat down next to Senthil, with her body sticking to his.

Tripti: What’s my hero doing?

Senthil: Just watching your sexy moves.

Tripti: Baby, you need a girlfriend.

She patted his erection over the jeans with her slender hand while licking his lips with her tongue. I took a gulp of whiskey and moved to the booth entrance, watching over my shoulder. They were now kissing full-on.

Senthil was looking meekly at her, fully submitting to her domination. I knew she was just a cocktease.

Tripti: Did you shave it?

Senthil: I did yesterday.

Tripti: Then get me a mango.

It was hard to follow their conversation. I thought she asked for a margarita. But Senthil returned with something small, like a box. From the booth entrance, I managed to identify a pack of flavored condoms. Using the glass bead curtain as cover, Tripti grew bolder and released Senthil’s 5-inch cock from his jeans.

She used her spit to lubricate his foreskin, then rolled a condom on his cock, and started sucking. Senthil was in 7th heaven, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and one hand on Tripti’s head. I felt ashamed to actually enjoy the scene.

In fact, it was more erotic to watch her whoring out than to get that head myself. Senthil was left high and dry with no option but to rub his own dick, but Tripti stopped him right away. “No touching,” she said firmly, holding his jaw and giving him another lick on both lips.

I felt pity for the poor sub-boy as he suffered his domina’s sensual punishment. Suddenly, the guy who had danced with Tripti came and sat opposite her, ordering a round of drinks for all of us. She winked at him mischievously, asking if he was ready.

As soon as he nodded, she flashed her boobs. My jaw dropped seeing a stud in her right nipple. Tripti laughed, explaining that the white guy had promised a round of drinks if she flashed her boobs. I also joked, saying, “Baby, tonight you’re free to do anything.”

She looked at me mysteriously and then took Senthil and the new guy back to the dance floor. I could see Senthil holding Tripti’s hips as she started twerking on his groin. The song ended, and Senthil came back with an ecstatic smile on his face.

When Tripti didn’t return for 10 more minutes, I asked a waiter if he’d seen her. He pointed towards the stairs that went down to the lavish restrooms. Thinking she’s in the women’s room, I too went to take a leak in the opposite side men’s room.

After finishing my business, I walked out when I saw a pretty hand hanging out over a loo door. Soft thuds were coming from inside. Excited for a free show, I went closer to see. Under the half door, I saw Tripti’s unmistakable waxed leg with another person in jeans. Her legs were gyrating back and forth in a rhythm.

I understood she was banging the white guy. A cold sweat passed over me. My sugar babe wife had taken my words literally when I said earlier that she’s free to do anything. My hand instantly went to rub my cock. I climbed on the adjacent loo to see them in action.

My bitch wife was taking a standing fuck with one leg over the pot. The white guy was clutching her hair and had his face buried in her neck. Just before ejaculation, he stopped fucking and removed his condom to shoot cum on Tripti’s head.

Then, he quickly rolled down her panty and pocketed it as a souvenir. I returned to our booth with mixed feelings. I had witnessed a random guy dicking my bitch wife. Instead of being upset, I’d actually enjoyed the scene like a third person. Soon enough, Tripti came and sat next to me.

Her hair was undone, and the elegant hair setting all messed up. She was dabbing her locks with a tissue, trying to get rid of the semen in her hair before I noticed. I was thrilled when she asked me to fix her hair. This was the first time I was allowed to touch her hair after the makeover.

I combed her silky hair with my fingers, feeling her smooth nape and enjoying her body like never before. Some sticky wet drops dried out quickly. Her sweet coco-butter smell was purely intoxicating. I was desperate to take her back home, but Senthil wanted the last dance.

As soon as they stepped out, I opened Tripti’s purse. There was a 3-pack box of mango-flavored condoms that contained only 1. Tripti has used that one to fuck the white guy. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need anymore.

We took a cab and returned home. I wanted to see some more of my sweet wife’s femdom. So I invited Senthil for a last drink before going home. He was lusting for Tripti so, naturally accepted. I let them take the elevator to the 9th floor and said I would take the stairs to burn some fat.

As soon as they left, I took the next elevator and reached. I let myself in and walked into the unlit passage opening into the living room. Tripti must’ve calculated roughly 25 minutes to climb 9 floors. So she had started foreplay with the submissive Senthil.

Senthil stood without his pants, cock in hand, trying to fap slowly. Tripti made him sit in a dining chair and made him eat her freshly fucked (in the club) pussy. He satisfied her for a few minutes till she ordered him to stop and took his cock in her pretty lips.

She looked up into his eyes, rubbing and sucking simultaneously. Within seconds his tool was straight like a pole. Tripti took the last remaining condom and put it on his prick with her mouth. Senthil ran his fingers in her silky hair as she gave him a mini blowjob.

Then she climbed on his lap, facing him, inserting his cock into her pussy. She put her long arms around his head, sucking on his mouth, while he pressed her boobs. They started rocking each other for almost 10 minutes till Senthil bent her on the floor and fucked her in a missionary position.

I had never seen her giving herself completely to a man like she was doing then. She held her legs split and raised while he fucked her cunt deeply. At the same time, they both smooched, with tongues colliding like horny lovers. I could read the telltale sign that she climaxed when her fingernails scratched Senthil’s back.

He pulled out and shot his copious semen all over her face, boobs, and stomach. Tripti sucked his cock dry, asking him to lick his own cum from her body. Senthil licked my young wife’s smooth body. I retracted into the dark passage and waited in the stairwell till their romance finished, and Senthil left.

Nowadays, with every visit, my wife is getting hotter. I have wet dreams about her. Our relationship has changed a lot; it’s like being married to a high-profile mistress. She only allows me one or two shots per visit, but it’s well worth the effort.

Last week she ordered a dominatrix dress that will cover everything but her boobs and pussy. Right now, I’m on a flight to Portland, trying to imagine her in that dress, counting my luck with my dominatrix wife.