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Hello everyone. How are you all? I hope everyone is super horny and doing great fucking with the pussies. Girls should be looking at the huge dicks sliding in and out of their wet pussies.

I am also doing well as my son and his friends keep on filling my holes. I am Haritha, a hot Mom. I am involved in amazing incest sex with my son and daughter.

In the previous part, Ravi, the auto driver, blackmailed me and fucked me. After getting fucked by Abhay and his friends. I was still lying on the bed with cum filled face and body sweating like a pig. That’s when my daughter was back from college and asked, “What happened, Mom?”

I told her, “Nothing serious.” She climbed over me and locked my lips with hers. She licked all the cum from my face and smiled. She pushed me on the bed and licked my whole body clean. Once she was done, she sat over my face with her hands in my hair.

She was making me lick her dripping pussy till she filled my mouth with her juices. We both lay beside each other, and then she said, “It seems to be a new dick? the cum is so tasty.” She winked and left the room nude. I was in shock, not knowing how to respond to her.

The next day, when she was back from college, she came directly to me and smelled me. She immediately said, “So he didn’t come today, I miss the tasty cum.” She left saying those words. I didn’t understand what she was up to.

After three days, I was alone arranging the kitchen at night, and my daughter came to me. I was in a nightgown which had buttons and ended up below the knees. She hugged me from behind and slid her hand into my dress. She caught my boobs and started to press them.

She was kissing my neck and licking my ears. She asked me in a husky tone, “Who is that man, Mom? How was his dick? He should be so manly and a hunk as the cum has a strong odour and taste.” I closed my eyes as the pleasure started to build in me for the kissing and licking.

I was moving my neck in a way that she could lick it more. She again asked me, “Tell me, who is that lucky bastard who got the chance to fuck your yummy pussy and cum all over your slutty face.” I turned to her and kissed her lips. I slowly moved towards her neck and whispered, “It’s Ravi, the auto driver.”

Priya was in shock, and she asked me, “Did he do it rough and hard?” I nodded my head and confirmed, “Yes.” Immediately, she locked my lips with hers, and we kissed like there was nothing around us. She opened my nightgown and began to suck my boobs.

She said, “Mom, I, too, want his dick. Let’s suck his dick together. While you suck his dick, I will suck his balls. We will change after some time. Then suck his dick from each side together.” I was so aroused that I took her hand and placed it on my wet pussy.

My daughter caught my pussy lips, pulled them together and left at once. I moaned and caught her lips and kissed her. I squeezed her tender boobs. She immediately pulled her t-shirt and pushed her right boob into my mouth. I sucked her boob and pulled her hard nipple with my teeth.

I bite her boob in some places as well. I reached for her pussy by placing my hand into her shorts. It was neatly shaved and leaking. I rubbed my fingers on her pussy and placed them in her mouth by pulling my hand back. She licked my fingers and bit them, too.

I took the fingers from her mouth and licked them as well. She sat on the kitchen slab and asked me to eat her. I looked at my daughter’s wet pussy, which was reddish and shining with all the wetness. I knelt on the floor, went closer to her pussy.

I rubbed my nose over it, smelling my own daughter’s pussy. I then brought my tongue out and licked just the pussy line from top to bottom. My daughter caught my head and pushed me towards her pussy. I immediately turned my face to the side, and my cheek hit her pussy.

Her juices got spread all over my right cheek, which she licked by bending forward. As she was still bending, her boobs were hanging down. I sucked them again, one after the other. I pushed my forefinger into her pussy while I was still sucking her boobs.

She moaned, and I continued fingering her. I pulled her nipples with my teeth, and she was loving it all. Now I had two fingers in her pussy and was eating her boobs. They are so soft, and I wondered if mine was the same as hers. I caught my left boob with my hand to check.

I felt they were a little harder when compared to hers. She came down and stood in front of me. Now she started to suck my boobs and inserted one finger into my pussy which was not shaved and rough. I moaned while she fingered me at a good pace. I moaned, “Insert another finger.”

She did, and we were fingering each other with two fingers each in both pussies. We were kissing, sucking our boobs and slapping each other’s ass while doing. We could no longer control ourselves. So we lay down on the floor and came to the 69 position.

My daughter was on top of me. I was licking her pussy while she hit my pussy quite a few times and licked it while fingering. I spread her ass cheeks and tried to reach for her ass hole. But I couldn’t, so my daughter gave me an idea. She, while licking, took out her finger from my pussy and inserted it into my ass.

I felt a little pain at the start, but as she did her work, I enjoyed it. Meanwhile, she took my hand and placed it over her ass hole, asking me to do the same. I did the same when I inserted my finger into her ass hole. It was so warm. I waited for some time with my finger in her ass, licking and biting her pussy.

Then started to finger her ass hole. This went on for quite some time, and both of us were on the edge of getting an amazing orgasm. That’s when Priya got up from me, and we came into a scissors position where our wet pussies were rubbing each other.

As our bodies moved with force and lust, they screeched over the floor and made sounds. But we ignored everything and continued to grind our pussies. We could not hold anymore. We pulled each other together and kissed hard. We came together. It left a pool of juices beneath our ass.

We smiled and then laughed, looking at each other. I promised her that I would fulfil her wish of sucking a dick together. Will let you know how I asked Ravi to fuck us together and how he punished us both by tying and fucking us like cheap sluts.

Let me know if my experience has made you horny enough. My email [email protected]. Waiting for your feedback, love you all.

Folks, if you are about to read this story, it might be a good idea to start from the first part. All these stories are a narration of our ongoing love affair. We have tried to maintain the continuity from one episode to another.

While most of it is true, we have taken some liberty to spice it up a bit. And as a bonus, it makes Shraddha horny when we read these stories together. So much so that we re-enacted the previous story, ‘Our Roomy Affair.’

We also have this habit of going into details about the settings before getting to the point. We believe it creates an ambience for the readers and helps them visualise.

It’s been quite some time since I posted the last story. So a lot of developments have taken place. More about those at the end of this story. But before I begin, we recently celebrated the 7th anniversary of our relationship. 23rd May 2016, to be precise.

This was the day our bodies gelled into each other for the first time. If you haven’t, you can read Part 2 – Our First Sex In A Hotel.

Now to the main story. This episode is during the early days of our affair. Yes, you guessed correctly. I am taking you nearly 7 years back. It so happened that out of the blue, Shraddha’s husband decided to come along with their two-year-old daughter. This threw a spanner in our routine.

By now, we had spent most of our lunchtime at her place. We used to have a quick round of sex followed by lunch. On most of the Thursdays, I would stay back under the pretext of work. We spent hours in her room naked and in each other’s arms.

During these times, either my tongue or my fingers or my cock would be inside her cunt. By the time we had our dinner, and I left her to catch my last train home, Shraddha would have come multiple times. I would have had at least two satisfying and long sessions of sex.

So rather than getting excited to see her husband, Shraddha was crestfallen. It would hardly come as a surprise to our readers that I, too, was disappointed. By now, we were addicted to each other.

Bhavesh, Shraddha’s husband, had recently quit his job and was looking for a new one. They had a two-year-old daughter who was being looked after by his parents when Shraddha was sent abroad by her company. We never talked much about Bhavesh, as she preferred not to be reminded about him.

However, she was quite fond of their daughter, and she missed her all the time. So, his decision to suddenly visit Shraddha was not well received by her. But then she had no choice. We embarked upon searching for a new place as the current room would have been too small for the three of them.

It took us a week to find a suitable accommodation. I helped her move her stuff from ‘our’ room to this new place. I had told my wife that all my colleagues were going to have a party and hence I would stay overnight at their place.

I was going to spend the last night with Shraddha before Bhavesh and her daughter (let’s call her Tanya) landed. We quickly unpacked her stuff and arranged it. We had ordered food from a restaurant, which we ate. Without wasting time, we had all our clothes off and embraced under the shower.

We kissed each other, and then Shraddha knelt and sucked my cock. I was trying hard to absorb and store in my memory every stroke of her tongue over the flesh of my cock. While trying to withstand the electric currents passing through my body.

She took me to new heights when she poked the hole of my cock. When I cum inside her mouth, she didn’t let go of my cock till she had sucked the last drop of my cum. We decided to make the most of the time we had together for now. She got back on her feet.

We stood in a tight embrace under the hot water from the shower. We must have planted hundreds of kisses on each other. We allowed our lips to stick to each other while the tongues exchanged our saliva. My limp cock had nestled comfortably between the ‘V’ of her legs.

As we were in a tight embrace, my left hand caressed her bare neck, back and boob. It was crushed between our chests. The fingers of my right hand massaged her soft ass and the crack between them, finding its way up her anus but not too deep. We finally parted, finished our shower and dried each other.

We went and lay down in the bed and pounced on each other. Our hands and tongues were over each other. We had become oblivious to everything, and the only thing that mattered was that our bodies were tightly glued to each other.

When my cock wasn’t hard enough, either my tongue or my fingers would be in her wet pussy. Every time I felt I was ready, I would either climb over her or pull her over me. From time to time, she would offer her boobs, and I would suck her nipples hungrily.

That night, we were in a state of frenzy. We had each other in every position we could think of. We even went to the bathroom together whenever we had to piss. We didn’t sleep the whole night. As the first rays of the sun shone through the windows, I got up, showered and went to the office.

In the evening, we both went to the airport to get Bhavesh and Tanya home. Throughout the journey, my hands were massaged on her thighs and the mound between her legs while her hand softly massaged my cock. By the time we reached the airport, Shraddha cum twice.

My left hand was wet with her juices. In the airport car park, we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I kept kneading her breasts through her dress. Finally, we decided to let go of each other and went to the terminal to ‘welcome’ Bhavesh.

I asked Shraddha to act very naturally. She took the cue and waved at them enthusiastically. She gave a quick kiss to Bhavesh and immediately turned her attention to her daughter. She was super excited to see her mom. I shook hands with Bhavesh, and we all proceeded towards the car park.

On our journey home, Bhavesh sat next to me, and Shraddha sat in the rear with her daughter. Whenever our eyes met in the rearview mirror, she pouted her lips to throw kisses at me. We finally reached their home. As soon as we unloaded their luggage, Shraddha came to the door and longingly looked at me.

We briefly entwined our fingers. I made a hasty exit, not knowing when I would be able to be with my darling again. For the next few weeks, we were deprived of each other’s company, but we were still able to see each other in the office. We had made it a point to maintain a healthy distance at work.

We hardly spoke to each other apart from work. But since the day Bhavesh arrived, we allowed ourselves to meet in the office cafeteria for coffee. While it seemed all normal on the top, beneath the table, our legs rubbed against each other.

On a few occasions, Shraddha placed my legs between her thighs, allowing my toes to press against her pussy. But such occasions were rare, and our frustration was getting stronger with each passing day. On one such day, while we sat in the cafeteria, Shraddha said that it was their wedding anniversary after 2 days.

She would like to have me for dinner. Initially, I was a bit reluctant and thought it was not perhaps the best occasion to be around her. But Shraddha was insistent, and as soon as I relented, her face brightened up.

On the day of their anniversary, I told my wife that I would be late. This time, I told her the real reason. I bought a bottle of wine and a few gifts for the three of them. In the evening, Shraddha and I left for her home together. But unlike other times, this time around, there wasn’t much enthusiasm.

I felt that I was doing a task just for her sake. As we reached home, Bhavesh opened the door and welcomed me heartily. I wished him for the occasion and handed over the bottle of wine and his gift to him. When I gave the toy to little Tanya, she was so happy, and I became her best friend.

Shraddha freshened up and asked me to do likewise. By the time I came out of the bathroom, the wine glasses were set, along with some snacks. Both husband and wife became busy preparing for our little get-together. Then, I got busy chatting with Bhavesh and, at the same time, entertaining Tanya.

Shraddha joined in our conversation and shared a few laughs with us. But she kept herself busy with the food preparation. When the food was ready, she decided to feed Tanya first, as it was her bedtime soon. But Tanya was having nothing of it and was not willing to let go off me.

Finally, I fed her while sipping my wine and chatting with Bhavesh. One thing which I came to know was that he had no intention to stay here for long. He was in talks with a company. As soon as he was offered a job, he would leave for India with Tanya.

I was so happy to learn that. I wished him good luck, and we both raised our glasses. Shraddha, who was standing behind Bhavesh, also raised her glass and winked at me seductively. Suddenly, I was looking forward to our meetings again, and this cheered me up.

After I fed Tanya her meal, Shraddha took her off me, changed her clothes and prepared her bed. Soon, she started feeling sleepy. The wine which I had brought was nearly over. Shraddha asked Bhavesh whether he could go to the nearby store and get one more bottle of wine and a few other items.

He got up and got ready to leave. In the meantime, Tanya had fallen asleep in my arms. Shraddha asked me to place her in her bed. I got up and placed her on the bed Shraddha had made for her. While I was busy laying down the sleeping baby carefully in her bed, my back was to the main door.

I heard it close as Shraddha shut and locked it after Bhavesh left. I was engrossed in making sure that Tanya was comfortable. Suddenly, I found Shraddha’s arms wrapped around me. I felt her entire weight over my back as she laid over me.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” she whispered in my ears while nibbling my earlobes. All this happened in a second or two. I was momentarily taken aback when she hugged me from behind. “Yes, she is as beautiful as you are!” I said, pulling her further on the top of my back.

“You haven’t yet given my anniversary gift,” she said while softly placing a kiss on my cheek. “Oh honey, I missed you!” she whispered. I managed to turn my face towards her. She still laid on my back, and our lips met awkwardly. I suddenly realised how much I had been yearning for these luscious lips.

“What do you want?” I asked in a hoarse voice, almost expecting the reply. She said, “We have 30 minutes.” And with that, she got off my back, allowing me to get up and turn towards her. When I did, it was a treat to my eyes to see her fully naked after a long time.

She had got rid of her clothes as soon as she had closed the door. The moment my eyes rested on her nude form, she came into my arms. We started kissing feverishly. She got rid of my clothes in no time. Within a few moments, we were lying in a naked embrace on the bed.

“I am safe”, she said meaning it was safe for us to have sex without a condom. “Sonu, fuck me!” she said. Her eyes closed, and her legs parted. Our lips met, and her tongue slid inside my mouth. I started sucking it. One of my hands was underneath her soft ass.

The other was squeezing her left boob and rolling her nipple between my fingers, making it hard as a rock. Her hand went underneath between our crotches and expertly guided my cock in her wet pussy. It went in without any resistance, and she let out a big sigh.

I had the feeling of contentment on getting the chance to fuck my sweetheart. I started really slowly. I was taking in the touch of the inner walls of her pussy. With every stroke, I could feel I was going deeper and deeper. As my thrusts became more and more forceful, her legs rose in the air.

I knew we didn’t have much time, but Shraddha didn’t seem too bothered. She just wanted me to keep fucking her. Our lips were still stuck to each other and the tongues were taking turns to enter our mouths while playing with each other. I brought both my hands behind her back and clasped her shoulders.

I slowly increased my speed, and as I did, Shraddha clamped on my mouth more vigorously. I could feel her moans, which she was trying to suppress by kissing me very hard. At one point, her hands went tightly around my neck and pulled me further inside her mouth.

It was a kind of sign to let me know that she was coming. Soon, I could sense the tremors in her body as she started shaking violently. Now her lips were literally chewing mine. As she cum, I started fucking her so hard that almost simultaneously, my juices flooded her cunt.

I shoved my cock as deep as it was possible and allowed her pussy to suck the very last drop from it. After we both were spent, we softly kissed each other while feeling our hot, heaving breaths. After we regained some sensation, we got up, cleaned ourselves, and put back on our clothes.

No sooner did we than Bhavesh arrived with the bottle of wine. I opened the bottle and poured all of us wine. The three of us said cheers for their anniversary! We then had our dinner.

Soon after, I invited them to our place. This was the first time Shraddha would be meeting my family. I thought this was the right time to introduce her to them and make way for her to come and stay with us on a regular basis. As expected, my wife asked Shraddha to come home whenever she felt like coming.

In the next two weeks, we got the news we both were eagerly waiting for. Bhavesh was offered the job. He and Tanya would be leaving for India in a few days. Shraddha and I started making plans in the cafeteria about our time together after the two of them left.

This happened almost seven years back when we were just a few months into our relationship. Before their next anniversary, Shraddha and Bhavesh had an amicable divorce. They both realised that their aspirations were so different. There was no point in staying together other than for Tanya.

Both have joint custody of her. Because of this, Tanya keeps visiting Shraddha during her school holidays. Shraddha, too, goes to India once a year to meet her.

But this is all present. I want to take you back in the past few more times. In the next story, Shraddha visited my house soon after Bhavesh and Tanya left for India. Need I say anything further as to what might have happened? We had the whole house for ourselves for nearly eight hours on Saturday and Sunday.

See you all soon in the next part.

Hi Guys, this is Alex, back with more BDSM stories and complete slaves. So, stay tuned!

This story is a figment of my imagination. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional and created for entertainment. Please don’t mail me asking for my details. Review emails are appreciated.

Chapter 5:

Our debauchery carried on for weeks. I made sure to keep my mother naked the entire time we both were at home. I fucked and used her body to my heart’s extent, and she loved it all.

Priti and Vincent visited us daily. We made sure to have 1 session every alternate day together. We fucked our whores the way they deserved.

After a few weeks, Vincent came up to me after a long day at work. We enjoyed a glass of whiskey, and Vincent told me about a business idea.

Vincent: You see, son, this world operates on money and sex. We both are lucky motherfuckers to have these whores at our disposal. So I want you to think about a business idea that I am about to tell you.

Me: Sure, I’m all ears.

Vincent: So, as you already know, I use my wife, Priti, to close some of my business deals.

Me: Yes, I’m aware of that.

Vincent: So, why don’t you start lending me your mother to do the same and take 90% of the cut from the profits? I already make enough from my business. I want this whore to experience what my wife experiences from time to time.

As soon as Vincent said this, my mum started looking at us with an expression of lust in her eyes.

Me: How do you plan to do that?

Vincent: Well, to start with, I can introduce her as Priti’s companion for her projects. For every deal that your slut mother helps me to close, I’ll offer you 10% of it. These meetings take place once a month or 2, so we will have enough time to use these sluts for ourselves as well.

Me: That’s a good deal. Give me some time to think about it.

Vincent: Definitely. If you want, you can join me for Priti’s next session, which is planned for this weekend. You can see how my clients use my whore wife at their disposal and how she works her way to close the deal. Also, some clients tip her as well, which are always in 5 digit minimum.

Me: Wow, let me join you for the next session. Will I get to use this whore?

I cupped Priti’s face as I completed my question.

Vincent: Why not? All dicks are welcome. We also have the presence of some female members from the client side. They either dominate the sluts or submit to the men in the room. It is a total fuck-fest. I’m sure you will love it.

Me: Whoa, I only saw these things in the movies. I never thought these things happen in real life, too.

Vincent and I laughed at this and finished our beer. I opened a new pint of beer and stuffed its neck in my mother’s asshole. I shook the bottle so that it sprayed all the beer into my mother’s rectum.

Amy loved the chilled beer getting sprayed in her shit-hole and moaned as I emptied the pint in her asshole. I pulled Priti and lined her mouth on my mother’s ass. As soon as I pulled out the bottle, she sprayed the beer right on Priti’s face, who tried to collect it all in her mouth.

Amy squirted out the beer from her asshole and burped out the remaining few drops. It was a sight to watch. Vincent did the same with her wife and made Amy drink it all.

That night, I and mum had a steamy session where I fucked her in her ass and dumped my cum all over her face. After cleaning up, we both lay naked on the bed when my mum struck up a conversation with me.

Amy: So, you want your mum to get fucked like a whore?

Me: Wouldn’t you like that?

Amy: I will love that but I will do it only if you are comfortable with it. You and the Dias family have awakened this sexual energy inside of me, and for some reason, I am unable to control it.

Me: Don’t worry, my slut, I am here to control that energy. I will make sure you get enough dicks in your holes from time to time.

Amy: Thanks a lot, son. I love you so much.

Saying this, my mum and I hugged each other, and we slept in each other’s arms.

The week continued with our debauchery. Vincent was in love with my mother’s body, and I was in love with his wife’s body. We fucked each other’s woman and made sure their holes were satisfied.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and Vincent, Priti and I travelled to a hotel where the event was going to take place. Priti was wearing a see-through netted dress without any undergarments, and one could easily see her nipples through her dress.

Everything was well planned. The client’s driver came to pick us up at Vincent’s place in a limousine. He dropped us in the basement of the hotel, where 8 bouncers provided by the client accompanied us.

The entire top floor of the hotel was booked, and we got into the elevator which directly got us to the top. It was a big hall with more than 50 people waiting to feast on Priti’s body.

All were seated on their respective chairs, and everyone was well-dressed. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, a guy who looked like he was in his 40s walked towards us and greeted Vincent. He then introduced me to him.

He was Paul, the VP of the company that Priti was going to close today. We shook hands and talked for a while. Paul then moved his attention towards Priti and pulled out a collar from his coat.

He tied it around her neck, and the collar read WHORE in big words. The collar was diamond studded, and the letters of WHORE were gold plated.

Paul: This one is a gift for you, WHORE

Priti: Thank You, Sir!

Priti thanked him and went down on her fours like a bitch. Paul was handed a leash from one of his colleagues that he attached to Priti’s collar and then walked her into the hall.

As we entered the hall, I looked around and saw all the eyes staring at Priti’s milky white body, crawling into the room. There were easily 50 people, and I could spot 10-15 ladies who were made to sit naked between all the males. I didn’t understand this, but decided to go with the flow.

Paul climbed up on the stage where the microphone setup was made for him to give a speech. I guided Priti to the table specially placed for her. She was made to sit on her fours with her holes facing the crowd.

“Good Morning,” Paul greeted the crowd, and everyone greeted back.

“I welcome you all here, where we have gathered to feast on the body of Mrs Priti Dias. As you all are aware, we have signed a confidentiality clause with Mr Vincent Dias and no one is allowed to speak of this outside of this room. Also, photography is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught with a camera or a mobile phone will be fined $1 million and will be terminated immediately.

I request you all use this whore to her limits and humiliate her as per your wish. This whore has given us full freedom to use her body as per our wish except for any permanent damage. I urge you all to do the same.” Everyone cheered in the room, and I could see a smile on Priti’s face.

“We also have 14 ladies in the room who have volunteered to be part of this fuck-fest. They have submitted their bodies to us for today and have agreed to get used by as many dicks as possible. So let’s cheer for the ladies,” as soon as he said that, all the ladies crawled on their fours and came up on the stage.

They knelt next to each other on their knees with their boobs on full display for the crowd. “So to begin with the event, this whore will now take this 10 inches of silicon dick in her asshole,” saying, one woman got up and brought the dildo from behind the table.

I could see that it was sufficiently lubed. She aligned the dildo to Priti’s asshole and pierced it in. As soon as he did that, Priti let out a moan. There was a microphone placed near her face, and her moan echoed throughout the room. I could see bulges in the pants of all the gentlemen.

The woman pushed it in, and slowly, the dildo disappeared in Priti’s shit-hole. Priti was moaning the entire time. Paul then came in front and undressed himself. He had a 8 inches long and a thick dick. He pushed his dick into one of the woman’s mouths and fucked her mouth roughly for a few minutes.

Once he was satisfied with the lubrication, he pulled it out, slapped that woman’s face and aligned himself behind Priti. In one go, he stuffed his dick inside the whore’s cunt. Priti screamed in pain, but I knew she must’ve loved this feeling.

Paul spanked on Priti’s ass and started to fuck her. Vincent and I were watching the show with tents in our pants. He fucked Priti for 10 minutes and then popped out the 10 inches dildo. He threw that towards the ladies, who picked it up and started to suck on it. Paul continued with deep strokes, and Priti started to near her orgasm. I counted till, and just then, Paul pulled out his dick. A long stream of squirt flew out of Priti’s pussy.

Priti squirted for 2 minutes straight with a loud moan that lasted for the same time. As soon as her orgasm subsided, the crowd got up and gave a big round of applause.

Paul moved towards the mic and announced, “Let the fucking begin.”

I hope you liked this part. Feel free to contact me at [email protected] for suggestions. Please comment and let me know what you think about this one. Thank you for reading.

Hi there, I am Yash and I live in Delhi NCR. This is a true story of how I fucked my muh boli (informal) sister.

Prerna, my muh boli sister was a wannabe hot girl and slut. Although she was a virgin, she had kissed a lot of boys. I was her muh bola brother. Since we were young, we studied in the same class in college. She soon got into bad company and started drinking. Well, after a certain age, everyone does, even I did.

I was always faithful to her and was a great brother. She used to kiss me on my cheek and I used to do it on hers. But we were never attracted. She used to ask me questions about sex and stuff and we were very normal about it.

But one day, I felt really attracted to her when she accidentally touched my dick. That day, I asked her to play truth dare with me, in which I asked her sexual questions. While answering one of the questions, she confessed that she had flashed her tits and vagina to some boys, but never had sex. I could not bear my boner anymore and went into the boys’ washroom to jerk off. That day, I made up my mind that I wanted to fuck her. That day, I planned extremely hard and made plans to go to her house the next day.

The next day, I went to her house. Both her parents were working, so there was no one in the house except her. She was as usual looking sexy. I had a boner the moment I saw her. She had arranged a bottle of alcohol for us. I had an idea that I was gonna get her drunk and then fuck her. After talking for some time and then having food, we started drinking.

My muh boli sister got drunk soon and I acted as if I was drunk. Then I just tilted my head towards her and asked her, “Can I kiss you?” She was in a moment of shock, but soon kissed me. That was the first kiss of my life, her lips mixed into mine and our tongues embraced each other. I had a hardcore boner and could not wait to move forward.

After kissing her, I asked her if she could masturbate for me and in return, I would masturbate for her. To which she said yes and soon got her pants off. I was horny as fuck but didn’t show my desperation.

Her pink vagina was so lovely and I wanted to lick it at any cost. She started masturbating and so did I. My informal sister was moaning and I was too, but I had to do more. As soon as I was gonna cum, I abruptly ended up using my hand and jumped on her pussy. She was surprised and wanted to oppose me. But when I started licking her, she held my head and pushed it toward her pussy. I licked her clitoris and inserted my fingers in her vagina. She was going crazy and my tower was growing hard and hard.

I then turned to her and asked her if she could get me a condom. She was hesitant and understood my intentions. But due to her lust, she just started kissing me and took off her bra.

I was stunned. I saw tits for the first time! As soon as I saw them, I started licking them. They were so good. She pushed me away and from the almirah of her parents, got me a condom.

My hands were shaking and my dick was hard as I applied the condom on my dick. My muh boli sister sat down with her face down and ass up, ready for doggy style. For the first time, I inserted my dick into her pussy and she moaned very fucking loud. I started thrusting her even harder, and she was going mad. Her ass was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Then I spanked her hard and she moaned even harder.

I wanted my first experience to be memorable, so I flipped the position to missionary. I inserted my dick again as she shouted, “Make me your bitch Yash, fuck me harder”. This made me lose my shit and I fucked her with more intensity as she shouted, “Harder, faster, deeper”. While fucking her, I felt her lips, and we kissed each other. I kissed her boobs and kept on fucking my informal sister.

Just at that moment, I was about to cum. She stopped and asked me to wait. She then went to the kitchen and got a cucumber. She wanted me to insert one portion of it in my ass and one in hers. That sounded interesting. We changed the position and soon were trying it.

It was very pleasing and we both loved it. Our ass cheeks touched each other’s. Then she asked me if we could try anal. I got very excited and flipped her over on my thighs.

I entered my dick into her ass. It was extremely tight and made me feel like I was in heaven. I kept on fucking her and fucking her slowly-slowly. We forgot what was going on outside the door.

Her parents were ringing the bell continuously. That was when I realized that it was time for the climax. I asked her where she needed me to cum. She lustfully replied, “Take the condom off and I’ll tell you.” That was a bit doubtful for me. But soon as she said so, I took my condom off and started fucking her again in the ass when I was about to cum.

I placed my fingers in her mouth and that was when I realized that I was not a virgin anymore. The only thing in my mind were my muh boli sister’s pussy, her ass, her boobs, and her lips. Thank you Prerna for helping me lose my virginity.

I cummed in her ass and cleaned up all the mess. Then she gave me a quick kiss and opened the door as we welcomed her parents with smiling faces.

Hi, mera naam Rahul hai, aur  meri age 25 saal hai. Main regular gym jata hu, aur diet bhi bahut strictly follow karta hu. Ye kahani meri aur meri chachi ki hai, jo meri apni chachi nahi hai. Wo mere ghar ke theek saamne waale ghar mein rehti hai, to use main chachi hi kehta hu.

Main thoda chachi ke baare mein bata deta hu. Unka naam Maya (name changed) hai. Unke boobs 34″, kamar 30″, aur gaand 38″ ke aas-paas hogi. Dekhne mein ek-dum gori, height 5’6″, aur unke do bachhe hai. Dono school jate hai.

Ye story tab ki hai jab main college jata tha. Pehle mere mann mein apni chachi ko leke aisa kuch nahi tha. Wo mujhe hamesha apne bete jaisa hi maanti thi, par aapko to pata hai college jaane ke baad college ke groups mein bhabhi aur auntiyon ki baat chalti hai. Tab usi time mere ek friend ne mujhse kaha hai ki-

Friend: Yaar tere ghar ke saamne bhi ek mast bhabhi rehti hai.

Pehle to mujhe samajh nahi aaya. Fir usne kaha ki-

Friend: Theek tere ghar ke saamne se us din jab nikal raha tha, tab wo bhabhi tere ghar aa rahi thi.

Main samajh gaya ki wo chachi ki baat kar raha tha. Maine use daanta aur bola-

Main: Wo meri chachi hai. Uske baare mein aise mat bol.

Fir wo sorry bola aur wo topic wahi khatam. Uski thodi der mein hum sab apne-apne ghar chale aaye. Jab main apni bike park kar raha tha, saamne se chachi aayi. Wo red color ki saree mein thi, aur us din wo bahut zyada sundar lag rahi thi. Waise bhi ek gori ladki ho ya bhabhi, red color mein ek alag hi qayamat lagti hai.

To chachi aayi, aur mujhe boli: Aaj shaam mein free ho kya?

Maine poocha: Kyun?

To unhone kaha: Wo market jana hai kuch samaan lene. Tere chacha 5 din ke liye kaam se Delhi jaa rahe hai.

To maine kaha: Haa par gym se aane ke baad chalte hai. Main 7 baj tak aa jaunga, to 7:30 tak chalte hai.

To wo boli: Theek hai, main ready rahungi.

Fir shaam ho gayi. Chachi ne mujhe call 7:20 pe call ki aur kaha-

Chachi: Main ready hu, chalo.

To maine kaha: Theek hai aap aao, main bhi nikal raha hu.

Fir maine car nikali aur dekha ki chachi ne pink color ki saree pehni hui thi. Ab mere dimag mein mere friend ki baat ghoomne lag gayi. Chachi aayi aur car mein baithi, to maine poocha-

Main: Chachi, bachhe kaha hai?

To unhone kaha: Unke mama aaye the, to unke sath ye log apni nani ghar chal gaye hai.

Maine ok bola, aur market ki taraf chal diya.

Fir chachi ne shopping ki, aur hamne dinner sath mein kiya, aur ghar aa gaye. Par mere dimag mein sirf mere friend ki baat aur chachi ki aaj ki look hi ghoom rahi thi. Fir mujhse raha nahi gaya, aur maine muth maar li, aur so gaya.

Doosre din jab utha to fir mere dimag mein bas chachi ki look aur friend ki baat ghoom rahi thi. To main utha, aur fresh ho kar college chala gaya. Waha mann nahi lag raha tha. Jaise hi main ghar aaya to dekha ki chachi mere ghar par hi thi. Fir main apne kamre mein jaane laga to chachi mere kamre mein aayi aur boli-

Chachi: Tere chacha Delhi jaa rahe hai, aur bachhe bhi nahi hai. To kya aaj tum mere ghar mein so sakte ho.

Mujhe to aisa laga ki shayad bhagwan bhi yahi chaahta tha ki main chachi ki chudai karu. Aur maine chachi ko haa bol diya.

To wo boli: Theek hai, to gym se hoke ghar hi aaja. Main didi (meri mummy) ko bol doongi ki tera khaana mere yaha hi banega.

Fir main gym se seedha chachi ke yaha hi chal gaya. Par jaise andar gaya to dekha ki chachi red color ki nighty mein thi, aur kaafi sexy lag rahi hai. Main bhi chachi ke sath kitchen mein tha, aur unki help kar raha tha. Sath hi sath main unki poori body ko nihaar raha raha tha. Tabhi mera lund poori tarah se khada ho chuka tha, aur lower mein tent ban gaya tha. Mere se raha nahi gaya. Main bathroom mein jaake muth maar liya, aur tabhi chachi mujhe boli-

Chachi: Chalo dinner karte hai.

Aur hamne dinner kiya, aur sath main baith ke movie dekhne lage.

Chachi: Aur tera relationship kaisa chal raha hai?

Main: Kiske sath?

Chachi: Kitno ke sath hai?

Aur hasne lagi.

Main: Arre main single hu.

Chachi: Chal jhootha.

Main: Kasam khila lo.

Chachi: Chalo maan gayi.

Main: Aapka kaise chal raha?

Chachi: Bas chal hi raha hai.

Main: Kyun koi problem hai?

Chachi: Nahi, koi problem nahi hai. Par chacha aaj kal time nahi dete.

Aur ye bol kar wo sad ho gayi. Main samajh gaya ki chachi kya bolna chaahti thi.

Main: Pagal hai wo, itni sundar wife ko chhodh kar kaam kaam kaam.

Aur maine unko aankh maar di, aur hum dono hass diye. Meri nazar chachi ki boobs par hi thi jab se wo sath baithi thi. Tabhi chachi ne bola-

Chachi: Haa, aur waise bhi tu single hai. Tujhe kaise pata hoga?

Main: Main single hu isliye to pata hai.

Chachi boli: Isliye kitchen se achanak bathroom chala gaya tha?

Ab ye sun ke mere hosh udd gaye.

Main: Matlab?

Chachi: Mujhe pata hai tu kyun bathroom gaya tha.

Main sir neeche karke tha. Tabhi chachi mere paas aayi thoda, aur boli-

Chachi: FB par maine teri body ki photos dekhi hai. Kaafi hot hai re tu.

Main: Waise aapka bhi maine Whatsapp status dekha hai black saree mein. Aap bhi kuch kaam nahi ho.

Ye bol kar maine chachi ki thighs mein hath rakh diya. Chachi ne mujhe dekha, aur mere lips pe apne lips rakh diye. Main bhi unhe support karne laga. Hamne kareeb 20 minute tak kiss kiya, aur jab alag hue, to maine dekha ki chachi ki aankhen poori tarah se laal ho gayi thi.

Main samajh gaya ki chachi poori tarah se garam ho gayi thi, aur ye bahut wild thi sex ke matter mein. Chachi ne meri t-shirt utari, aur meri chest ko chaatne lagi. Kya batau friends, main kis duniya mein tha. Fir main sofa mein let gaya. Chachi mere upar baithi, aur mere lips ko kiss karne lag gayi.

Main chachi ko usi position mein utha kar bedroom mein le gaya. Fir unke upar ke lip ko cut kar diya. Chachi aur wild ho gayi, aur maine lower mein hath daal diya. Fir maine chachi ki nighty kholi, to dekha ki andar kuch nahi pehna tha unhone, aur unki chut poori geeli thi.

Main chachi ke boobs ko pakad kar choosne laga, aur wo ek hath se mera lund ragad rahi thi. Maine socha ki aaj chachi poori wild thi, to unko hi lead lene deta hu. Kyunki Friends jab koi bhabhi wild ho jati hai na, tab chudai karne ka maza hi alag rehta hai. Fir chachi ne mera lower khola, to lund dekhte sath boli-

Chachi: Ye to tere chacha se bahut bada hai, aur mota bhi.

Ye keh kar usne mera lund muh mein liya aur choosne lagi. Unka choosna dekh kar lag raha tha ki kitne janmo ki bhookhi thi. Wo uspe thook-thook kar geela kar rahi thi, aur poora muh mein le rahi thi. Main unke boobs ko aur chut ko sehla bhi raha tha. Tabhi chachi ne mujhe bola-

Chachi: Ab lund daal do.

Maine unko uthaya aur bed pe lita diya, aur unki chut ko chaatne laga. Ab chachi do baar jhad chuki thi, aur unka saara paani mere muh mein tha. Wo zor-zor se chila rahi thi-

Chachi: Ab andar daal do, mujhse aur bardasht nahi ho raha hai.

Par main itna jaldi maanne wala nahi tha, kyunki ek to busty bhabhi sath mein. Wo wild bhi thi aur garam ho chuki thi. Ab aisa combination kaha milta jaldi se?

Baaki ki story main aapko apne doosre part mein sunaunga. Friends next part mein aapko bataunga ki kaise us raat chachi ko maine choda, aur unki chut ko phaada. Aap log mujhe mail mein batana ki story kaisi lagi.

Hello everyone. Ronak here, and I’m back with another work of fiction. This idea has been playing on my mind for a very long time. Finally, I am giving it a concrete shape by writing this piece of work. Hope you all would like this.

Bollywood and Cricket are two favourite passions of our country. In this work, I have tried to get them together. The main characters of this story are Sujata and Suman – two Bollywood divas who are also siblings.

Said Mirza and Sultan Omar are two Pakistani cricketers. One is the fastest bowler in the world at that time. The other is an all-rounder carrying a reputation as a very hard-hitting batsman. They travelled to India in the early part of the twentieth century on a cricket tour.

“Suman, O Suman,” Sujata’s voice was at its peak, shouting her sister’s name. “What happened, Didi? Why are you shouting?” Out came Suman, wondering what had got her sister so excited. “I know that you went to watch the India-Pakistan test match, and we won the match on the fourth day itself.”

“Yes, but that’s just one part of the story. I also got to meet both teams after the presentation ceremony was over. Guess what? I have invited Said Mirza and Sultan Omar for dinner at our place tomorrow!” Sujata dropped the news, and she knew that Suman would go crazy hearing this.

“What!?” Now, it was Suman’s turn to display her excitement.

“Yes, baby! Their flight is booked for the day after tomorrow as the match was scheduled to end tomorrow. Now they have one day spare. I asked about their plans for tomorrow. So they told me that they would go sightseeing and shopping. I invited them to visit the sets where the shooting is going for my upcoming film. And I then also invited these two studs to have dinner with us tomorrow evening,” explained Sujata.

“Oh, Didi, so nice of you! You know what I like.” Saying this, Suman hugged her Didi tightly. She was a huge fan of Said Mirza, the spearhead of Pakistan’s bowling unit. She would be glued to the TV screen whenever Mirza bowled.

She has a teenager-like infatuation with Mirza. And she was not alone. Not only in Pakistan but in all the cricket-playing countries across the globe, women of all age groups were crazy about Mirza. And why wouldn’t they be?

Mirza was the man every girl would dream of, with 6 ft. 2 in. height and broad shoulders. When he started running from his bowling mark, all the women would go weak in the knees, looking at his clenching jaws and fiery eyes.

His long, silky locks would fly in the air as he would increase his pace while approaching the bowling crease. Then, he would take a big jump before rolling his arm over his shoulder to deliver the ball. That was the moment a silent sigh would be felt from every woman’s heart.

Suman was also one of those. Many times she had fingered her pussy with one hand while marauding her breasts and nipples with the other She fantasised about that bull of the bowler drilling her pussy with his cock and groping her breasts hard.

“I am not your elder sister for nothing, darling,” saying this, Sujata embraced her younger sister in a tight hug. She could feel her hard nipples poking out of her T-shirt and pricking into her boobs. Suma did not have any bra inside the T-shirt.

“My, my, that’s some excitement…ha!” saying this, Sujata broke the hug to have a look at Suman’s torso. “Umm….” A moan left Suman’s mouth as Sujata cupped her right breast with her left hand. She found her nipple and rolled them between her thumb and the forefinger.

She inserted the other hand between Suman’s thighs and got hold of her crotch over her panties. Suman had not put on anything below her waist. Since she didn’t have any shoot that day, she was cooling off at home. She had returned from a 20-day outdoor shooting schedule the previous night only.

“Already wet down there just hearing about his coming for dinner tomorrow. Ha?” Feeling the dampness over the crotch of the panties, Sujata said. “Oh yes, Didi, I can’t wait. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off him.”

“Don’t think you will have to, dear,” whispered Sujata into Suman’s ears.

“Oh really, Didi?” asked Suman as her excitement heightened. “Let’s cross the bridges as they come, baby. Let’s not look too far ahead. Let me take care of you right now. You need it badly, it seems.”

Saying this, Sujata locked her lips with Suman’s. She inserted her hand inside her panty and stuck his two fingers into Suman’s already dripping pussy. Suman also responded and caressed Didi’s back with one hand while pressing her ass over her jeans with the other.

“Come on, Didi, let’s get inside,” said Suman, breaking the kiss. Both the ladies, heartbeats of the young generation of India, walked towards the bedroom. Suman helped Sujata remove her white shirt on the way. Now she was in her designer bra.

Once inside the bedroom, Sujata stretched on the bed and lay on her back. Suman sat beside her and leaned on her to again kiss her sister. Now, it was Suman’s turn to play with her sister’s full breasts.

Sujata’s hourglass figure was a dream for every girl. She didn’t have even one gram of extra fat on any part of her body. At 5’11” height, she was one of the tallest actresses in Bollywood. Many big stars hesitated to sign films with her.

Suman squeezed Didi’s breasts one by one. Then released them from the suffocation of the bra by lifting the cups from the base and sliding them upwards. Sujata’s perfectly shaped 34” C-sized boobs stood proudly over her chest. Her rib cage was so prominently visible just below them.

Stopping here, for now, friends. Please let me know how you like this story, and accordingly, I’ll post the next part soon. Awaiting your feedback in the comment section on the story page. You guys can directly write to me at my email id [email protected].

Hi Guys, this is Alex, back with more BDSM stories and complete slaves. So, stay tuned!

This story is a figment of my imagination. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional and created for entertainment. Please don’t mail me asking for my details. Review emails are appreciated.

Chapter 6:

Once Priti came back to her senses, she crawled down the table and towards the 1st guy in the 1st row. As soon as she knelt between his legs, she unbuckled his pants and started sucking on his dick. It was an average size dick, and Priti sucked it with the same passion as she sucked ours.

She must’ve sucked her for 5 minutes, and the guy gave up and came a huge load inside the slut’s mouth. Priti then gracefully opened her mouth, showed him his cum and scooped some of it that was leaking from the side of her lips and then swallowed it right in front of his eyes.

The entire scene was being recorded by a professional cameraman hired by Vincent for this particular event. One by one, she crawled towards all the 36 guys in the room to suck their dicks. By the time she reached the last guy, all the guys had their pants removed and their dicks milked by the whore.

Each one of them unloaded litres of cum in Priti’s mouth, and she swallowed all the 36 loads like a hungry bitch. Later on, I came to know that the guys were instructed not to have sex or masturbate and save their cum for the main event. That’s the reason each one of them was cumming so much.

Priti’s belly was now full of cum from the 36 guys in the room. While Priti was busy sucking the guys, the 14 ladies had started making out with each other. The guys were witnessing an orgy lesbian action on the stage.

Once Priti was done with the last guy, all the people got up from their seats and surrounded the whore of the hour. One of them grabbed Priti’s hair and pulled it, and shoved his dick in her mouth. The other guy pulled her waist and inserted his dick in her pussy.

The fucking began, and all of them got a piece of Priti in some way or another. Free ones started pouncing on the ladies. All the whores were given a rough treatment by the guys. Some were slapped on their faces, the belts were whipping some, some were fucked hard, and some were gagged by dicks.

The room echoed of moans and screams from the ladies. They made sure to fuck Priti as rough as possible. She was being fucked upside down, in the air, by 2 dicks in her asshole and pussy, 2 dicks in her pussy, 2 dicks in her ass or 2 dicks in her pussy as well as in her ass.

There was a dick in each of her holes at any given point in time. Throughout the session, her moans were the loudest. Priti must’ve orgasmed 15 times at least, and there was a puddle of squirt each time she came. She was made to drink all of her cum, and she did that with pleasure.

The debauchery continued for 2 hours, and by the end of it, Priti looked like a roadside whore. There was cum on her face, in her hair, on her body, leaking out of her pussy and asshole, and the same was with the ladies. They all were drenched in white goo, and there was a broad smile on each one of their faces.

Once everyone had drained the last drop of cum from their dicks, Paul came forward and asked Priti to crawl up on the stage. He made her lie down with her legs wide open and tied her legs on each side of the pole, exposing her brutally fucked pussy.

Paul then took a bullwhip and positioned himself between her legs.

Paul: I want you to count every whip. If you miss any, the count will be reset to zero. You will be whipped 50 times on your pussy.

Priti: Okay, Sir.

Priti said in a weak voice. Paul took the whip and whipped it right on her clit. Priti screamed, and her scream echoed throughout the room.

Priti: One, Master, give me more.

She moaned in ecstasy. Paul continued whipping with the same intensity, and I could see some swelling in her pussy. After 20 whips, Priti missed to count the 21st whip. Paul showed no mercy and made her count again from 0.

She was whipped 79 times on her pussy where she missed her count one more time. By the end of it, Priti’s pussy looked like a puffed tomato, and there were whip marks everywhere near her crotch area. There was even a punctured skin above her pussy which was oozing out some blood.

The entire room watched the torture in horror and respect for Priti. Finally, she was released from her misery. Paul walked Priti towards Vincent and handed her over to her husband.

Paul: Thank You, Mr Dias, for lending us your beautiful wife.

Vincent: No worries, Paul. I hope we have a deal.

Paul walked towards the table and pulled out a file. One of the ladies handed him a suitcase full of cash. It was approximately $1 million. Paul handed the file to Vincent and the briefcase to Priti.

Paul: I believe this seals our contract

Saying this, Paul scooped some blood oozing out of Priti’s pussy and stamped it on the file and licked the rest.

We all smiled and walked out of the room. Vincent made Priti march out naked, covered in the filth of all the guys. The elevator took us to the basement, where our car was waiting right outside, and Priti quickly got in the car.

Once we reached the garage of the Dias family, Priti walked out of the car only to find my mum, Amy, on her knees, naked.

As soon as she saw Priti, she pounced on her and started to lick her cum covered body. It took her 15 minutes to clean Priti’s body with her tongue. By the end of it, there was not a single drop of semen on either of their bodies. Both cumsluts swallowed it all, and we entered the house.

“So, how was it?” My mom asked with excitement in her eyes.

Vincent opened the briefcase and showed the money to Amy along with the signed file.

“This slut managed to close the deal,” Vincent said and threw a bundle towards Priti.

He closed the suitcase and handed it over to me.

“This is for you, consider it as a gift from me,” Vincent said

“Well, thank you, I’m quite satisfied with what I saw, and I want this whore to experience it all,” as I said this, I pulled my mum and slapped her mouth.

I was high on adrenaline and started to pounce on my mum. I cupped her face and continuously slapped it for 10 minutes. My mum, the whore she had become, took it all and moaned the entire time.

Then Vincent got up and pulled Amy by her hair. He made my mum go on her fours and then removed his pants. I, too, followed and got naked. Vincent lined himself and, in one shot, shoved his cock in my mum’s shit-hole. I took my dick and shoved it in her mouth.

We both fucked Amy from both ends for a few minutes and then decided to change the position. I made my mum sit on my dick and put it in her asshole, and Vincent positioned himself in front of her and shoved it in her cunt.

We were punishing my whore mother’s body by continuously slapping it all over. Her boobs had turned red by all the punching and pinching, and we could see our fingerprints on her face as well.

We fucked the whore for 1 hour and then unloaded ourselves in her holes. We left her there on the couch and ended the day. Priti rested for a week after her fuck-fest, and we both fucked Amy every day like a whore.

My mother had become a complete cumslut and took our dicks with more passion each day.

On a Saturday, while I was devouring my mother’s body in my room, I heard the bell ring at 8 am.

DING DONG!

I checked my monitor, which broadcasted the feed from my camera placed outside and was surprised to see Alisha Amy Miller, my sister, standing on my doorstep.

I hope you liked this part. Feel free to contact me at [email protected] for suggestions. Please comment and let me know what you think about this one. Thank you for reading.

Part 4 conclusion: I grabbed and lifted bhabhi’s boobs and tucked them in the nursing bra cup and put her button-down pajama top on. Standing there half nude, with her thick bush and buttocks exposed, bhabhi said, “Sonu, what about my panties?”

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Me: I couldn’t find any, bhabhi. But wait just one second.

Then I went to get bhaiya’s briefs, but his closet was locked. An idea came to me. Bhabhi could wear my underwear until I got her new ones. Then I asked bhabhi to turn around for a moment. I took off my shorts and undies and then put just my shorts back on.

Me: Here you go, bhabhi (holding my briefs towards her). You can wear mine until I get new ones for you. I don’t have any clean ones, but at least they are not torn.

Bhabhi: Have you gone mad, Sonu? Do you want me to wear the undies you had just worn?

Me: Just until I get new panties for you when the shops open in the morning bhabhi. If you’re not comfortable, then it’s ok. I can put your pajama on without any underwear.

Still unsure what to do, bhabhi said, “I don’t know, Sonu. This is kind of weird.”

Then I knelt down and stretched my briefs wide for her to step into. Just as she stepped into them, I noticed some of my pubic hairs were in my undies. Before bhabhi could notice them, I quickly pulled the briefs up. When I got them up just past her mid-thighs, I struggled to get them up any higher. I tried hard but only managed to get them high enough to cover half her pussy and big butt.

Bhabhi’s dark curly pubes were sticking out from all sides of my undies. She was not just much taller than I was, but her big round buttocks were far too big to fit in my tiny underwear.

Then I carelessly pulled the top and side elastic of the undies and tried to tuck her pubic hairs inside the undies. But her long curly pubes were too wild and unruly to be contained in my small undies. Bhabhi stepped back, looking annoyed at what I was doing, and said, “Stop, Sonu. You’re making things worse than they already are!”

In her annoyance, she forgot about her pajamas and started walking to her room and I followed behind. The sight of the top half of her jiggly massive butt exposed and the bottom half barely covered with my used undies, although somewhat comical, was also highly erotic.

Bhabhi sat down on the bed and looked exhausted. I brought a comb and sat down behind her. As I gently combed her hair, I assured her tomorrow would be a better day. Shortly after Bhabhi slept, I retired to my room after picking up her dirty torn panties from the toilet.

I wore bhabhi’s panties with my erect penis sticking out of the torn slit and masturbated thinking of all the unholy and indecent things I wanted to do to my poor disabled bhabhi, but couldn’t, before eventually dozing off.

When morning came, I helped bhabhi use the toilet, brushed her teeth, and fed her breakfast. I told her I was going out to buy some new panties for her. This was the same shop bhabhi used to go for most of her clothing, before the accident. The shop owner, Mr. Mishra, an uncle in his 50s was a trusted family friend. Our families would visit each other quite often.

Then I walked inside the store and picked up some medium size panties. Uncle jokingly teased, “What’s this, Sonu? You have started wearing women’s panties now?”

Me: Of course not, uncle.

Uncle: Oh, so for your girlfriend then, is it? She must be quite beautiful, if you are already buying panties for her, and that too before marriage.

Me: You know I don’t have a girlfriend, uncle.

Uncle was puzzled for a moment until he put two and two together and realized that the only other woman I could be buying panties for was bhabhi. His facial expression suddenly changed as if he had a thousand questions on his mind.

Uncle: Sonu, if these are for your bhabhi. Then why didn’t she come herself or your brother? Why are you of all people here buying panties for your bhabhi?

I told uncle about the accident, how bhabhi lost the use of her arms and that bhaiya was on an overseas work assignment. I told him I had to take care of bhabhi until I could find an affordable caretaker.

Then uncle looked at the panties in my hands and said, “Sonu, you picked the wrong size. Medium won’t fit your bhabhi. Sheetal beti will need large-size panties and why have you picked plain synthetic ones? Here, take these cotton floral print ones, she will like the design and cotton is more comfortable”.

I couldn’t believe uncle actually implied that medium would be too small for bhabhi’s big butt. Then I paid for the panties and was about to leave.

Uncle: Sonu, you forgot to buy a bra for Sheetal beti. If you don’t know the size, I can come later today and take measurements. I will bring samples of different sizes with me.

I thanked my uncle for his kindness, but told him it was not necessary and before he could say anything else, I rushed out of his shop.

Upon returning home, I changed bhabhi’s panties and wore my briefs that I just removed from her. Then I dressed her in shorts and a t-shirt and took her to her parent’s place to see her daughter, where she would spend the day until I picked her up in the evening. I ran a few errands and even bought a breast pump to replace the one I accidentally broke.

When I came to pick up bhabhi, she was dressed in a modest saffron-colored ghagra, looking like the Marwari Rajput angel that she was. Her parents had arranged a pooja to ward off evil eyes from their daughter. What they didn’t know was that the real threat was not from any supernatural evil eye, but from those close and dear to her. Who had become emboldened by her tragic situation to act out the perverted thoughts they always had for her.

Having spent the day with her daughter and parents had truly cheered up bhabhi and she was smiling once again. During the pooja, bhabhi looked so pure and divine as she sat there in her austere saffron ghagra. But even then, I was overcome with dirty thoughts. All I wanted to do was to take this divine angel home and undress her.

Upon returning home, I told Bhabhi I would change her into comfortable clothes. From her bag of packed clothes that we got from her parent’s house, I took out a white loose shorts and an oversized light purple t-shirt, along with fresh panties and bra. Then I removed her saffron ghagra and underwear and she stood there completely nude, except for her mangal sutra (wife’s auspicious marital thread signifying her devotion and loyalty to her husband).

While standing there nude, bhabhi shed a few tears and said, “Sonu, thank you for taking me to see my daughter and parents, and thank you for taking care of me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I also got emotional hearing her words and couldn’t resist hugging her nude body, crushing her soft large tits in my embrace. Then I replied, “I just want to see you happy bhabhi”.

Then I picked up Bhabhi’s bra to put on her and just then my phone rang. It was my friend Bunty.

Bunty: Sonu, Akash and I are at your door. We wanted to pay our respects to Bhabhi and see how she is doing. We also brought some video games and pizza with us.

Bunty Deshpande and Akash Jain were my childhood friends and went to the same college. Bunty was Marathi and had a dusky complexion and a short and stout heavyset build. In contrast, Akash was Gujarati, almost as fair as bhabhi, and had a tall lanky build with a pencil mustache and large glasses. Bunty was outgoing and talkative while Akash was shy and quiet. Bhaiya and bhabhi often jokingly teased that I had geeky Laurel and Hardy as friends.

Me: Bunty, just wait a bit. I am coming.

Bunty: Yaar, the door is unlocked. We are already inside. But where are you and Bhabhi?

I panicked and ended the call.

Bhabhi whispered, “Sonu, hurry up and close the door before they come in.”

I whispered back, “They will hear my footsteps and the sound of the door closing, bhabhi.”

Then I dropped bhabhi’s bra and decided there was no time to put on her underwear. Instead, I grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and put those on her as fast as I could.

I bent down to pick up Bhabhi’s underwear when I heard Akash and Bunty’s voices together, “Namaste Sheetal Bhabhi”.

Then I turned around and they were standing at the door. Their expression changed from confusion to shock. Only then I realized they were looking at bhabhi’s bra and panty still in my hands and then looking at her braless milk bags with large round cherry nipples poking through the light purple shirt.

Bhabhi had always been in proper attire around them. But today, for the first time bhabhi stood in front of them without any bra and their eyes were glued to her large pendulums in disbelief. Bhabhi stood frozen in embarrassment. Bunty walked towards bhabhi and Akash followed him. They both bent down to touch Bhabhi’s feet like they had always done as a show of respect.

Bhabhi: May you two always be blessed. May God fulfill all that you desire.

Me: Guys, let’s go to the living room. Bhabhi is tired and needs to rest.

Bunty: Eat a little before resting, bhabhi. We brought some pizza.

Bhabhi: Bunty, I’ll eat later. You guys go ahead.

Akash: Bhabhi, please just eat a bit with us then rest. We will feel bad eating without you.

Bunty then held bhabhi’s limp hand and walked her to the living room sofa. Akash and I followed behind. I made sure to sit next to bhabhi as I had to feed her. Then I took a pizza slice and fed bhabhi. She was hungry and finished it in no time. As I took another slice to feed bhabhi, Bunty said, “Sonu, you eat that one. Let me feed bhabhi too.”

Me: It’s ok, Bunty. I am used to feeding bhabhi now.

Bunty: Sonu, she is our bhabhi too. If we can’t serve her now in her time of need, then we will feel useless.

Then he got up and sat next to bhabhi. He put his arms around bhabhi’s waist, lifted her limp hand, and put it around his shoulder so he could scoot in and sit snuggly by her side. He was sitting so close to bhabhi that his chest and tummy were pressing and rubbing against her braless boobs, causing her nipples to involuntarily harden and stand erect. Her stiff swollen nipples could clearly be seen poking aggressively into the thin fabric of her shirt.

Bunty then brought his half-eaten pizza near bhabhi’s mouth. Bhabhi looked at his saliva-contaminated partially eaten pizza in disgust and kept her mouth closed. She couldn’t believe he actually wanted to feed her the pizza that had just been in his mouth.

Bunty: What happened, bhabhi? You don’t like being fed by me?

Bhabhi wanted to tell him she wanted a new slice, not the one that he was already eating. But he was trying to help her, and she didn’t want to appear rude or ungrateful, so she reluctantly opened her mouth and took a bite.

Bunty smiled seeing her eat. He took another bite of the same slice and then fed her again. They took turns taking bites out of the same slice until it was finished. Anyone would have mistaken them for an odd-looking but loving couple, the way they sat there so close with arms around each other sharing the same pizza slice.

Akash got up, put some ketchup on the pizza he was eating, and said, “It’s my turn to feed bhabhi now.”

Bhabhi was still hungry, and she had already shared a pizza with Bunty. So she couldn’t refuse Akash. Bhabhi took a bite and as Akash pulled the pizza back, a string of gooey cheese fell and landed on bhabhi’s chin.

Bunty took the cheese hanging on bhabhi’s chin in his finger and brought it up near bhabhi’s lips. Bhabhi opened her mouth but as Bunty was going to gently place it on her lips, Akash walked past Bunty, accidentally hitting his elbow, causing Bunty’s fat finger to go all the way in Bhabhi’s mouth, up to his knuckles. This caught bhabhi by surprise and her gag reflex caused her mouth to involuntarily close tightly around Bunty’s stubby finger.

The sensation of bhabhi’s warm moist mouth and tongue, sealed tightly around his finger was not a feeling Bunty was prepared for, and instinctively whispered “Aaah, bhabhi” in shock and bliss.

A few seconds later, bhabhi opened her mouth and Bunty removed his finger. Bhabhi was still recovering from the gag, coughing and drooling badly. Some of the drool landed on her shirt.

Bunty took a tissue and started wiping the drool from bhabhi’s shirt. Her large braless tits jiggled under the oversized shirt like two big milk-filled balloons as he applied pressure and wiped away the drool. Bhabhi would have stopped him, but she was still coughing and was too disoriented to speak.

Bhabhi finally recovered from her coughing and noticed everyone had gone silent. She looked at Bunty and saw he was looking at her shirt. She looked down and was horrified to see that he was looking at the wet spots on her nipples. Her tits had started leaking milk again. To escape the embarrassment, she immediately got up and ran to her room. Bunty and Akash could only stare at her heavy tits and big round ass bouncing obscenely as she ran back to her room.

Me: It’s getting late. You guys should go now. Bhabhi needs to rest as well.

Bunty: Sonu, we’ve brought video games. Can we play a bit? Then, we’ll go.

Me: It’s not a good time right now, Bunty.

Akash: Just one game Sonu and then we will leave.

We went to my room where Akash sat on my desk chair and Bunty lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head, clearly troubled by what he had seen and felt. The erection under his shorts was obvious. His troubled mind was unable to stop the recurring flashback of bhabhi’s braless tits wobbling under her shirt, her nipples poking through it and leaking milk, his finger wrapped in her warm moist mouth and her plump ass bouncing as she ran away.

He started tossing and turning on my bed. I kind of understood his frustration and moral dilemma. Just like me, he respected bhaiya and bhabhi as his elders. But the state he had seen bhabhi in today had left him wanting to see and feel more. I understood and even felt sorry for his pent-up frustration.

However, I knew it would not be long before the pain from her engorged breasts filling up with milk would be intolerable and bhabhi would need my help, so I had to get these guys to leave as quickly as possible.

Me: Akash c’mon, let’s start the game.

Akash too was sitting silently, his mind clearly somewhere else. He heard me but he didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes were drawn to something in the waste bin at the side of my desk. He got up, walked over to the waste bin, and picked up bhabhi’s broken pump.

Akash: Sonu, what is this?

Me: It’s nothing. Do you want to play the game or not?

Bunty got up and walked over to look at what Akash was holding.

Bunty: Sonu, is this bhabhi’s pump?

He took my silence as confirmation.

Bunty: I’m guessing it’s in your waste bin because it’s broken, but then how is bhabhi…

His question was interrupted by the sound of bhabhi calling my name from her room.

Me: Sorry guys, but bhabhi is calling me. We’ll play this game some other time.

Akash: Let’s go, Bunty.

However, Bunty was not prepared to leave. Holding the broken pump in his hand, Bunty said, “But how will you help bhabhi when this is broken, Sonu?” I suspected he already knew the answer but wanted me to spell it out and I was getting annoyed.

Me: Enough Bunty. Please just leave now.

Bunty: Jeez Sonu, fine!, We’ll leave. But you don’t have to be so rude. It was just a question.

Me: I’m not being rude. I already asked you to leave politely. But instead, you’re meddling in things that don’t concern you and asking inappropriate questions. For god’s sake, she is your bhabhi. Show some respect!

Bunty angrily walked to the bed and bent down. He picked something from under the bed and stood back up. He turned around and raised his arm with bhabhi’s panty and bra that I had masturbated with earlier.

Bunty: You were lecturing me about respecting, Sonu? Is this how you show respect? By masturbating with bhabhi’s underwear?

My face turned red with embarrassment, and I stood there frozen. I had completely forgotten that I had left bhabhi’s undies under my bed after masturbating with them.

Me: You are misunderstanding, Bunty. It’s not what it looks like.

Bunty: Then why are bhabhi’s undies under your bed? Why are her panties torn in the middle and what are these stains on them? You know what, I’ll just go ask bhabhi.

He started walking towards the door with bhabhi’s undies in his hand.

Me: Bunty, stop. What is it that you want?

Bunty: Nothing, Sonu. We are your friends, and she is our bhabhi too. If we can also be of some help in her time of need, what’s so wrong with that?

Me: Bunty, stop beating around the bush. Clearly say what you want and then leave.

Bunty: Ok, I’ll be clear. Why don’t you go out for an hour, and we can help bhabhi while you’re gone? Either that or I can go show her what you did with her undies.

Me: Have you gone mad, Bunty? I am not leaving bhabhi alone in the house with you two.

Bunty: Fine, you don’t have to leave. We’ll just tell her you left for something urgent.

Me: Akash, please, can you talk some sense into Bunty? He has clearly lost his mind.

Akash: Bunty, let it be yaar. Why are you doing all this? Let’s just leave now.

Bunty: No one is stopping you, Akash. You can go home if you don’t want to help bhabhi.

I looked at Akash hoping he would convince Bunty or at least go home. But he just stood there in silence. The silence was only broken with the sound of bhabhi calling my name again.

Bunty put bhabhi’s undies in his short’s pocket, looked at Akash, and said, “I am going to help bhabhi. Akash, you can come help or go home, what have you decided?”

Akash thought about what to do in silence. He could do the right thing and go home or join his friend in taking advantage of bhabhi’s condition.

Akash placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, Sonu. I am going with Bunty but only to make sure Bunty doesn’t do anything stupid or cross any line”.

The way he reassured me gave me hope that everything would be ok. He made a good point. Have him be there and keep Bunty in check.

Bunty: Give me your phone, Sonu.

Me: Why do you need my phone?

Bunty: You don’t get to ask questions after what you did with bhabhi’s undies and then having the nerve to lecture me about respect.

Unwillingly, I gave him my phone. Bunty kept the phone in his other pocket and started walking to bhabhi’s room and Akash followed him. They walked into her room but didn’t close the door all the way. I went close to the edge of the door to see what was happening.

Bhabhi was walking back and forth, her face pale with agony and discomfort due to her heavy engorged tits. When they entered the room, she stopped pacing and looked at them, puzzled and annoyed to see them in her room.

Bhabhi: What are you guys doing here? Where is Sonu?

No response came from either of them. To her horror, bhabhi realized their silence was because they were stunned and staring at her shirt, the bottom half of which was completely wet and hard nipples stabbing her shirt and oozing milk through the shirt. She quickly turned around to hide her massive oozing braless tits from their view.

With her back now facing them, bhabhi spoke with a troubled voice, “I asked you guys what you are doing here and where is Sonu? I’ve been calling for him.”

Bunty: Bhabhi, Sonu got an urgent call from his classmate about some project and had to leave. We came to see if there is anything we can help you with until he returns.

Bhabhi: When did he say he will return?

Bunty: He said it could take one hour or more.

That was not the answer bhabhi was hoping to hear. There was no way she could wait that long. Her engorged tits were so full of milk they were ready to explode.

Bhabhi: Bunty, please ring Sonu’s cell and ask him to come back immediately.

Bunty took my phone out of his pocket to show bhabhi.

Bunty: Bhabhi, Sonu was in such a rush that he forgot to take his phone with him. But don’t worry, bhabhi. Before leaving, he asked us to stay and look after you until he returns.

I wanted to barge in and punch Bunty for blatantly lying and scheming, but I was powerless. I couldn’t risk him telling bhabhi about what I did with her undies. Bhabhi, still with her back facing them, started sobbing.

Bunty walked toward bhabhi, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said, “What happened, bhabhi? Why are you crying? Are you in a lot of pain?”

Bhabhi just nodded.

Then Bunty went around to face bhabhi. With a height of 4 feet 11 inches, he looked like a dwarf standing next to bhabhi who was 5 feet 9 inches tall. He had to raise his head to look up at her. He wiped her tears with his hands and placed his fat stubby palms on her cheeks.

Bunty: Bhabhi, I know we are not as close to you as Sonu is, but don’t we come to every raksha bandhan to get rakhi tied by you? That sacred thread you tied on us made us duty-bound to protect you from any harm or pain at all costs. Was all that just for show?

Bhabhi: No Bunty, it’s not that. You two are no less than Sonu to me.

Bunty: Then tell me without hesitating bhabhi, where is it hurting so badly that you are crying? I promise on the rakhi you tied to make the pain go away.

With his left hand still on bhabhi’s cheek wiping her tears, Bunty brought his right hand down and gently placed his palm on the side of bhabhi’s heavy breast, over her milk-soaked shirt. Bhabhi’s body shivered and she exclaimed, “Bunty!” in disbelief at what he had just done.

Bunty lightly pressed the side of bhabhi’s heavy engorged tit flesh over her wet shirt and said, “Is this where it is hurting, bhabhi?”

To be continued.

Mera naam Samreen hai, aur ye mere pehle honeymoon ki kahani hai. Meri age 24 saal hai, aur meri shaadi ek 30 saal ke ladke se hui hai. Shaadi ke baad hum ghoomne ke liye Paris gaye the. Paris jana mera dream tha. Hum waha pahuchne ke baad hotel mein ruke, aur thoda relax kiya aur dinner kiya.

Mere hubby ka naam Kunal hai. Kunal bhi bahut thak gaye the, aur thak kar so gaye. Main bathroom gayi, fresh hui, aur apne kapde badal liye, aur ek pyaari si nighty pehan ke aa gayi. Fir main Kunal ke baaju mein late gayi.

Kunal uth chuke the, aur unhone mujhe hug kiya. Fir mere maathe pe kiss kiya. Main unse lipat gayi, aur unke lips pe kiss kar liya. Kunal excited ho chuke the, aur unhone apna hath meri kamar pe rakh diya. Fir unhone mujhe apni taraf kheench liya.

Kunal: Jaanu aaj apni suhagraat hai.

Me: Haa baby, chalo is pal ko jee bhar ke jee lete hai.

Aisa keh kar main unke upar aa gayi, aur unhe betahasha kiss karne lag gayi. Wo kaafi excited ho gaye the, aur unka lund tight ho chuka tha. Maine unki t-shirt utaar di, aur unki gardan pe kiss kar liya. Fir dheere se neeche aa kar unke seene pe hath ferte hue unke nipple ko hontho mein daba liya, aur suck karne lagi. Wo tadap gaye.

Mard ke nipple bahut sensitive hote hai. Unhe suck kiya jaye to wo pagal ho jaate hai sach mein. Fir wo uthe, aur mujhe bed pe gira diya, aur upar chadh gaye. Unhone mera top utaar diya, aur apne hath mere seene ke upar rakh ke mere boobs ko sehlane lage. Uffff kya feeling aayi mujhe. Mann kar raha tha ki abhi unko khaa jau. Unhone meri bra utaar di.

Mere boobs 32 inch ke hai, jinhe wo dekhte hi madhmast ho gaye. Fir apne hath se halke se mera ek boob pakad liya, aur dabane lag gaye. Main tadap gayi aur boli-

Me: Ufff aahhh ishhh babu, bahut acha lag raha hai.

Unhone mere doosre boob ke nipple ko muh mein le liya, aur choosne lage.

Me: Ahhh ohhh haye, babu aise bahut maza aa raha hai. Chooso zor se ahh.

Maine unhe zor se jakad liya, aur unhe choomne lagi, aur wo chhote bachho ki tarah mere boobs choos rahe the. Uske baad unhone apna lower utaar diya, aur jaise hi wo underwear utaarne lage, maine unhe rok diya. Fir unhe bistar mein gira diya, aur unke upar chadh gayi. Main unke neeche aayi, aur unke seene se leke unki neval tak dheere-dheere kiss kiya.

Wo tadap rahe the. Unka lund gubbare ki tarah foola hua tha. Maine dheere se unki underwear utaar diya. Baap re! Itna lamba lund. Main to pagal ho gayi dekh ke. Unka lund bahut lamba tha lekin patla tha. Maine use apne hath mein liya, aur muh mein daal ke choosne lagi. Ufffff kitna tasty tha. Main zor-zor se unka lund choosne lagi.

Kaafi der choosne ke baad unhone mujhe litaya, aur meri underwear utaar ke mujhe poora nude kar diya. Uffff mujhe sharam aane lagi us waqt. Pehli baar koi mard meri chut ko dekh raha tha. Meri chut se paani nikalne laga. Uffff ajeeb sa lag raha tha.

Kunal neeche aaye, aur meri chut ko halke se touch kiya, aur uske baad unhone apni jeebh mere chut pe rakhi, aur chaat liya.

Me: Haye Uff main marr gayi, ahh baby.

Main moan karte hue tadapne lagi. Jaise hi unhone doosri baar meri chut ko chaat liya, meri chut se paani nikal aaya, jise wo jaldi-jaldi chaatne lage. Aisa lag raha tha, jaise bahut saare kutte meri chut ko chaat rahe the.

Me: Uff baby zor se karo ahhh, mera paani nikalne wala hai.

Achanak se meri chut se paani nikal aaya, aur main shant ho gayi. Kunal ke andar ka janwar jaag chuka tha, aur wo ab mujhe chodne waale the. Unhone apna lund meri chut pe rakha, aur ragadne lage. Main fir excited ho gayi. Itne mein Kunal ne ek jhatka maara aur poora lund gupp se andar ghusa diya.

Haye, unke lund ki ragad itni mast thi, ki main lipat gayi, aur ek jhatka maine bhi maara. Isse lund poora jad tak meri chut mein sama gaya. Ab wo mujhe zor-zor se chod rahe the, aur main ahhhh ufff yeah baby fuck me bol kar chudwa rahi thi. 10 minutes ki zordaar chudai ke baad wo jhad gaye, aur main bhi satisfied ho gayi. Us raat unhone mujhe 3 baar chod diya. Wo raat bahut haseen thi. Uske baad hum so gaye.

2nd day:- Kunal aur main doosre din ghoomne nikle, aur kaafi jagah ghooma aur enjoy kiya. Shaam ko Kunal ke ek friend ka call aaya, jo Paris aaya hua tha. Wo Kenya ka tha. Kunal ne socha aaj usko dinner pe invite kar lete hai. To hamne hotel mein hi arrangement kiye.

Shaam ko:- Wo aaya, aur bahut thaka hua lag raha tha. Wo 6.5 feet lamba, kaala sa tha, aur bahut muscular tha. Hum logon ne kaafi baatein ki, aur uske baad late night hum logon ne drink bhi kiya. Raat mein wo hamare sath hi rukne wala tha. Kunal balcony mein baithe the. Main room mein baithi books padh rahi thi, aur wo bathroom mein tha.

Itne mein hi wo bathroom se baahar nikla towel lapet kar. Lekin achanak se uski towel nikal gayi. Ufffff, uski underwear mein jaane kya tha bada sa. Meri to dekhte hi chut se paani nikalne laga. Mere mann mein kuch chalne laga. Main Kunal ke paas gayi aur kaha-

Me: Kunal mujhe tumse kuch baat karni hai.

Kunal: Haa kaho na.

Me: Baby hum yaha enjoy karne aaye hai na?

Kunal: Haa.

Me: Baby I need something more.

Kunal: Matlab?

Me: Baby wo jo tumhara friend hai na. Kya main uske sath… Please baby bas ek baar.

Kunal: Tum sach mein aisa karna chaahti ho?

Me: Yes, fir kabhi mauka nahi milega. Bas ek baar mujhe kuch different karna hai.

Kunal: Okay baby, but mujhe bhi fir kisi aur ladki ka sath chahiye aaj raat.

Me: Theek hai babu, aap bhi kar lo.

Uffffff unki haa hote hi main mehak si gayi. Ab main raat hone ka wait kar rahi thi. The story will continue.

“Shipra, hurry up and get ready. It’s already 5:00 p.m. Rajveer might be here any moment now.”

“Ritesh, Are you sure about the little skirt and the crop top with the deep v-neck? Wouldn’t it be a little revealing to have your guests see me like this?” Shipra probed her husband. She was feeling uncomfortable wearing a sexy dress in front of Rajveer.

“No, my love, everything is alright. You handle everything so gracefully. I, in fact, want other men to feel jealous of how fortunate I am to have a wife as attractive as you.”

“You seem to have done some cocaine first, that two-piece bikini pic as your status pic and now this dress. Seems like some other guy is disguised as my husband. You were never like this. You were always possessive,” Shipra said with mischief in her voice.

“I don’t want to hold you anymore. The long distance between us and my consequent desire for you have made me value you more than ever.”

Shipra can’t stop herself from staring at him in awe. She grinned and went to take a bath. Ritesh hung down his head on his shoulders when Shipra left. He felt ashamed about what he had done in the day.

His stunning wife—who views her husband as a devoted gentleman—is a dealer. The whole day’s flashback began to move before his eyes. His first thought when he woke up this morning was still the perplexity of last night.

Why had Rajveer suddenly been interested in him? Why had he followed and liked him on social media? In the morning, he texted Rajveer to confirm if he could visit him in the morning to complete some paperwork. Rajveer agreed immediately.

He rushed to Rajveer’s office and found him sitting alone in the office. He was a little taken aback because he typically is accompanied by two stunning young secretaries. Among the business community, he is a well-known womanizer. Greeting him, Rajveer asked to have a seat.

“What then would you wish to have, Ritesh? Whiskey, coffee, or tea?”

“Anything you like, sir. And you are alone today. Where are your beautiful secretaries?” Ritesh teased him.

“Oh, I need some alone time with you so that we can keep this business deal between us confidential.” Smiling, Rajveer stated as he made his way to the bar at work.

Rajveer from yesterday evening leaves Ritesh thinking. He acts dicey now, not like he did before. Rajveer asked him to raise a glass and handed him a drink.
Both finished their whiskey bottoms up.

After lighting his cigar, Rajveer stated, “Look, Ritesh, I’ll go right to the point. In contrast to your estimates of 1 cr of finance against a 20% share, I am willing to invest 3 cr in your company for a 25% stake. I am directly raising the investment as well as the valuation of your company. You can dissolve your entire investment group and turn the company into a partnership.”

Many thanks again, sir. Feeling proud of his business pitch, Ritesh stated.
“Anytime, Ritesh. But against the big offer I am making, I also need something in return.”

“Tell me, sir, what you require from someone like me. I have nothing against you and nothing that you lack. I am simply a nobody. Ritesh questioned incoherently.

“Oh, my friend, you possess something extremely valuable that even I do not have. Your sensual spouse, Shipra.”

What Ritesh had heard had stunned him. His worries had materialized. Since last night, he’d been feeling that Rajveer might have been set off by viewing Shipra’s attractive photos. However, he forced himself not to think that way. But at last, the devil is no longer within the box.

Seeing him stunned, Rajveer added, “Come on, Ritesh. I want to touch her sexy legs, and if she agrees, then a blowjob from those beautiful lips. I promise it will not go beyond that. And that, too, will happen only if she agrees.

At last, Ritesh said, “She won’t go along with this, Rajveer sir. She is a deeply devout and loving woman. And most importantly, how would I ask her the same? She is my wife.”

Ritesh knew that once Rajveer decided, there was no turning back. So, he chose not to contest him directly. Furthermore, he is certain Shipra won’t agree. So, it would be preferable to let Shipra rather than curtail his feelings. Furthermore, he required funding as well.

“Let me handle that. Just follow my instructions. I swear not to pressure her if she refuses. I know how to be respectful of and treat attractive women.”

“Alright. However, what will happen to your offer if she declines?” Ritesh asked.

“Well, that’s not to worry about. If so, I will accept your initial offer of a 20% stake in exchange for a 1 cr investment. We will continue to work together in whatever manner possible. Your wife is merely an opportunity I wanted to investigate.”

Ritesh got out of his chair and responded, “All right, sir.”

Just as he was about to leave, Rajveer called, “Please accept this package as a present from me to your attractive wife. Request that she dress for the event in this black crop top and short skirt. Her gorgeous cleavage and lovely legs intrigue me. I am aware that this is the very least you can do to show your appreciation for my kind business offer.”

When Ritesh heard the doorbell, he snapped out of the flashback. Rajveer has arrived. He proceeded to greet him in the living room by opening the door. To put a stop to his hesitant greeting and anxiety, Rajveer hugged him.

“Rest easy, dear buddy. I promise that she won’t ever find out that we made this arrangement. I want to emphasize that I will never put her under pressure.”

“Thank you, sir. Take a seat, please.”

“Indeed, I will. But could you please call your wife and end my long wait?”

“Alright, sir. Shipra. Please come, my love. The guest is here if you’re ready.”

Ritesh called her while she was in her bedroom. Excited to see Shipra in the sultry outfit he had picked out for her, Rajveer turned to face the bedroom. Shipra emerged from the bedroom with her son’s hand in hers. When Rajveer saw her, he was completely enthralled.

Even he was shocked by how much more attractive and seductive she appeared. She is flaunting her gorgeous collar bones and cleavage in this deep v-neck crop top. Because she had kept her hair tied back, Rajveer could see right down her long neck.

Her well-groomed hair and inviting smile enhance her stunning appearance. As she approached them, Rajveer saw how attractive her bare legs were. Her top thighs are barely covered by the skirt, which is at least one foot above her knees.

His wish to touch their legs grew. He realized that a woman with such beauty is someone he cannot let go of.

“Reyansh, say hi to uncle,” Shipra said when she reached alongside Ritesh and Rajveer.”

“Hey, uncle,” The small child obeyed his mom.

“Hello, champion. You obey just as your father does.” He glanced at Ritesh with a smile.

Ritesh is not able to see either in Rajveer’s eyes or Shipra’s. He looked down, which further raised his disgust as the erected dick. The tent that dick has caused in the white kurta pyjama of Rajveer was clearly visible.

As a welcome gesture, Shipra also stepped up to hug Rajveer. Rajveer, nevertheless, wants more than simply a tender hug. Shipra attempted to give him a side hug, so he leaned in and pressed her breasts. The combination of her shampoo aroma and her body perfume had mesmerized him.

Shipra was uncomfortable by the way he was sniffing her hair. However, she was taken aback when she felt her firm dick pressed up against her waist.
“Shipra, you looked incredibly gorgeous and sexy. It appears that Ritesh is the happiest man alive to have you as his spouse.”

He offered the praise. His remarks made her blush, but she tried to control her feelings. She tried to escape the attention she was receiving by hugging Ritesh, “But I am even more fortunate to have such an understanding guy for a husband.”

“Yes, he is very understanding. I agree with you entirely. Far more than you could have imagined.” His expression was full of mischievous smiles. His remarks had left her bewildered, so she turned to face Ritesh. Ritesh is trying to avoid the situation and is ashamed of the things happening around him.

“Let’s head over to the dining area. You guys get on the table. I will bring food, starting with soup and snacks,” Shipra said.

At the table, Ritesh and Rajveer are seated next to each other, with Rajveer to Ritesh’s right and Shipra’s seat to Rajveer’s right and opposite to Ritesh, respectively. They had a small 4-seater dining table.
“Rajveer ji, I trust the small table won’t bother you. Since my kid and I are the only residents, we haven’t purchased a larger one.” Shipra asked Rajveer as she brought soup and snacks to the table.

“Oh, not at all. In fact, a small table keeps us together physically and emotionally.”

He looked at Ritesh, signalling him something. Ritesh grasped the true meaning of his remarks well. But Shipra was unable to grasp it. Shipra takes a seat on Rajveer’s right and begins serving soups. She was shocked to learn that Rajveer had also begun eating with his left hand.

“Hey, you and my spouse are both southpaws.”

“I did not know about your husband. But I use my left hand for eating, keeping my right hand free for better things.”

As they started eating soup, Shipra could feel Ritesh’s hand rubbing her bare legs, trying to crawl up her thighs. She looked at Ritesh, whose right hand was under the table. She starts feeling excited about being touched by her husband in the presence of someone. She moaned as she got pinched on her thighs.

Shipra’s excitement persisted, though. She could feel the fingers stroking her inner thighs and the hand going inside her skirt. After dragging her panty down, a large finger was stuck within her pussy. She closed her eyes to savour the agony and keep from wriggling in Rajveer’s face.

However, it was not Ritesh, but Rajveer fingering her. Although both males in the room knew this, she did not.

“You know Shipra, Ritesh is such an understanding and mature businessman. He makes personal sacrifices also to make his business grow.” Rajveer said, looking at Ritesh with a smile while penetrating his finger deep inside Shipra’s pussy.

“Oh, I know he is,” She is hardly able to avoid moaning as Rajveer is fucking her pussy so rigorously. Shipra can hardly stop herself from making noise. She looked at Ritesh and requested him to stop fingering.

Shipra was taken aback when Ritesh cast a downward glance. His demeanour belied his actions. Rajveer, however, does not give her much of a chance. He puts more of his second finger within her pussy, making her close her eyes and recline.

She felt as though these two fingers were slapping her G spot and thrashing it, causing her cum on Rajveer’s fingers. When she opened her eyes, Ritesh wasn’t seated in the chair. Rajveer’s fingers were still inside of her, which startled her. She came to understand that Rajveer was finger-fucking her, not Ritesh.

She gave Rajveer a startled, scared look when he withdrew his fingers. She was even more repulsed when he licked his fingers clean and ate all her sperm stuck to them.

“Women with beauty have more taste. I hope you enjoyed my fingers as well.”

She averted her gaze from Rajveer. Being fingered in front of her husband and son was making her feel humiliated. However, she was also aroused by the thought of having been enjoyed in front of her husband and son.