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I and my fiancé reached our Airbnb stay after our photoshoot on the yacht. We had amazing oral sex there.

Once we reached our place, we noticed that our friends were in the pool in their swimsuits and having a nice time. My friend Sherin was in her bikini and his friend Dev was in his swimming shorts. They got along with each other very well.

I and my fiancé Harsh also took off our dresses and jumped into the pool in bikini and shorts. All 4 of us were playing in the pool for some time and headed back to our rooms. We freshened up and decided to go out for dinner.

I wore a mini cocktail dress, with a low neck. Harsh was in his jogger and tee. We hired a car and drove to the restaurant. Harsh and myself sat next to each other and our friends sat together.

We had a couple of drinks, and our friends went and hit the dance floor. We decided to stay back at the table and chill. As alcohol started taking effect, I got a bit tipsy. I started rubbing Harsh’s thighs. My future husband was getting turned on slowly. I put my hand inside his joggers and started giving him the handjob under the table. He couldn’t control the excitement and he came into my hands! I wiped it out with the tissues and went to the restroom. I cleaned myself up, removed my panty, put it in my handbag, and came out.

I took Harsh to the dance floor and we started dancing. I put my panty in his pockets, he was shocked and started dancing very closely. Since the dance floor was crowded and with disco lighting, we were having fun.

My husband-to-be was fondling my boobs, pinching my nipples, and squeezing my ass all the while. It made me super horny!

Then we decided to head back to our place. We noticed that Sherin and Dev were smooching in one corner of the dance floor. We called them as well and headed back to our place. On the way, Harsh stopped and bought a pack of condoms.

Me and Harsh sat behind, while the other 2 sat in the front. I told them that I was feeling nausea and lied down in Harsh’s lap. I slowly unzipped his pants, took my fiancé’s dick out, and started giving him a blowjob. It started getting erect slowly. Harsh put his hand inside my dress and started massaging my boobs gently. Both my boobs almost came out of my dress.

We reached our place within 10 minutes. I adjusted my dress and came out of the car. Sherin smirked at me and started teasing me. After reaching, we asked the other 2 friends if they could share the same room. They agreed and we went inside our room.

As soon as we walked in, Harsh closed the door and pushed me towards the wall. We started smooching and undressed completely. I made him lie down in the bed and climbed over him. I put on the condoms and placed my fiancé’s dick over my pussy. I started rubbing my pussy over his dick and then slide it in. I slowly let it in fully and once it went fully, I started riding him. Harsh was fondling both my boobs. My light brown nipples were fully erected and he kept squeezing it. My boobs were going up and down, and Harsh was admiring them nicely.

Then Harsh wanted to change the position to doggy. So I went on my 4 and pushed my future husband’s dick into my pussy from behind. For every thrust, his dick was hitting my G-spot and I was on cloud 9. My moans had become very louder and Harsh was enjoying my ass. I reached my orgasm and eventually, Harsh also climaxed after a few thrusts. And he collapsed on my body.

Suddenly, we heard someone knocking on our door. Harsh went to check after wrapping the towel. I was still lying in bed naked, covering myself with just a blanket till my nipples. It was Dev at the door and he wanted condoms. We laughed at him and gave him the condoms.

Harsh and myself cleaned each other in the bathroom and went back to bed. We slept naked, cuddling each other.

The next day morning, we woke up around 11 am and went to check on our friends. They were already in the pool and were making out in the corner. As soon as we went, they parted and moved away. We started making fun of them. Sherin pulled me inside the pool. Since I wasn’t prepared to get into the pool, I was wearing a light blue top without any bra. So, water made my nipples visible. I had to cover myself and came out of the pool.

Harsh also accompanied me back to the room. Our flight was in the next day early morning, so we just stayed back in the house the rest of the day.

We had 2 more sessions that night and left for the airport the next day. It was a memorable short vacation to break the ice between us before the marriage.

After reaching Bangalore, we started missing each other a lot. Harsh then surprised me by coming down to Bangalore. We just had 3 weeks for the wedding and preparations were going on in full swing at my native place.

As soon as my fiancé came to my place, I got super excited. It was a sweet surprise. I kissed him the moment he came inside the house. We were smooching for almost 5 minutes, and then we came to our senses when my roommate came. We all had dinner together, chatted for a bit, and went into the room. He took 5 days leave to come and meet me.

We had a quickie that night, as he was tired with all the traveling and we went back to sleep. I had taken leave for the next 5 days as well and decided to spend some time together. We thought we would go for a short vacation for 3 days and finalized Wayanad, Kerala. It was a 5-hour drive from Bangalore and we hired a self-driving car.

I packed all my clothes and we decided to start early 5 am. We booked a resort, which had a private pool with a jacuzzi.

We started by 5 am as planned. I was wearing a white spaghetti top, with a red bra, short skirt, and red panties. It was a push-up bra and half of my boobs were visible through my spaghetti top.

He was in his track pants and t-shirt. I dozed off as soon as we started. After some time, I realized my fiancé was rubbing my bare thighs and my skirt was pushed all the way up. I woke up and smiled at him. By then, we had crossed the highways and were on a 2 lane road.

Slowly, I put my hand into his pants and took his dick out, it was already hard. I gently gave him the handjob for some time, he adjusted his seat and moved back. I took his dick into my mouth and started giving him the blowjob. He was driving slowly and enjoying my mouth.

I was getting horny with all these adventures. I quickly removed my top while sitting in the car. I asked him to pull over the car. We adjusted his seat quickly and I climbed over him. My pussy was already wet and guided his dick inside my pussy and it went in easily.

We didn’t have time to unpack the bags and take the condom out. So I took it in without any condom, it felt heavenly. Feeling the raw dick inside. I buried his face between my boobs and started riding faster. Within moments, I came first and my fiancé also came inside me. I could feel his warm liquid and it was oozing out of my pussy. I cleaned myself with some wet issues. I decided to take pills and not to put on condoms for the next 2 days.

We started the car again and hit on the roads. I was still in my bra and skirt, sitting next to him throughout the journey. We reached our resort after an hour and checked into our room. The entire place was really beautiful and filled with greenery.

We slept for a while, and by the time we woke up, it was already 6 pm. We had a shower together, I wore a baby doll dress, and we decided to have some drinks. We ordered a couple of beers and starters and started drinking on our balcony. It was overlooking a dense forest and was very pleasant.

We chatted for a while, sitting on the balcony, and sipping the beer. I stood up and was standing by the balcony wall, looking at the trees. Harsh came and hugged me from behind. I turned my head towards him and he gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead.

He went down towards my neck and started sucking there. I was holding his head and started enjoying this slowly. He bought his hands towards my boobs. Since it was a baby doll dress, my fiancé was able to access both the boobs freely, as I was not wearing any bra.

He released my shoulder straps and freed my boobs. My light brown nipples were super hard and they became erect. Harsh brought his fingers and started playing with nipples. I was getting wet down there and desperately wanting for his dick. I was moaning slowly.

Then he removed my panty and his boxers as well. His dick was hard and without any delay, he pushed it inside my pussy from behind. I was holding the balcony rail and he was fucking me from behind, my boobs were going to and fro with every thrust. My moans got louder and louder, that was the best outdoor fuck I had ever had in my life.

We both climaxed together after an intense fuck.

We went back to bed early, as we had a small trek the next day morning.

I will continue the remaining in my next part. Stay tuned!

Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

This story will be narrated from the standpoint of Anusha.

With the soaring Bangalore heat, that special day was cloudy, breezy, and cool. It was the first anniversary of our marriage. My husband took me out for dinner that evening, accompanied by two of his best colleagues and their wives. In my whole life, I had never been to such a lavish restaurant.

I hail from the coastal town of Mangalore, before moving to Bangalore a year ago after marriage. To date, every moment of our marriage has been exciting with my loving husband. I felt fortunate enough not to have the challenges of living with a mother-in-law, as she had passed away long ago.

I had a good-hearted father-in-law who was very helpful with household chores.

Returning to that day, I was all smiles, mainly because of my husband’s gift of gold earrings. It was lovely having dinner with two other couples whose husbands were my husband’s best buddies at the office. The day was excellent from morning until these incidents happened.

In fact, two incidents happened that day. The first incident occurred at the jewellery shop. Initially, a lady sales rep exhibited designs of bangles and earrings. I didn’t like any of the designs. That’s when a middle-aged salesman walked in. He was smart-looking and had a very charming smile.

Moreover, he showed us some of the nicest designs, especially ones that fit my taste. The salesman demonstrated a few designs by placing them over my small, fair ears and praising the look. I felt a tinge of shiver the moment his fingers skimmed my ears.

To be precise, I had unprovoked goosebumps. I was so engaged with the salesman that I had totally forgotten the presence of my husband. “That looks great on you, Anu,” My husband’s words woke me from the charm of the salesman.

For the first time in our marriage, I noticed jealousy in my husband’s eyes. Until that moment, I never realized that the salesperson was hitting on me.  Did the fear of humiliation start at that moment?

Since it was our anniversary, I wore a sleeveless blouse and a transparent rose-coloured saree with matching bangles and dark lipstick. I did all this to impress my husband. But I noticed that men, especially this charming salesman, had his eyes on me.

I understood my husband’s jealousy. I brushed off the salesman’s hands grazing my ears and quickly picked one design. I noticed the starving look in the salesman’s eyes while my husband went away to pay the bill. He dared to walk to me, offering tea.

I felt thrilled and excited by the salesman’s daring comment, “Madam, you look very pretty.” I uncontrollably blushed, tucking away my hair behind my ears. Not to look at those charming eyes of the salesman, I replied, “Thank you.”

I quickly returned my gaze to my husband to make sure he didn’t notice this interaction. After this incident, we went to the dinner. While my husband drove the bike, the salesman’s dirty stares were running through my mind. I was unconsciously smiling for myself.

Was it because the salesman was charming/smart-looking? Or was it because of my husband’s jealousy that I felt kinky and ecstatic?

The second incident happened on our way back home, and it was even more rousing. It happened just a few kilometres close to our home at a traffic signal. “Wow, Sakkath hot,” a man commented with a loud, commanding, and manly tone.

My husband and I both turned our gazes to this man. He was on a white Bullet motorcycle wearing shorts. This man wore a red half-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled, revealing muscled biceps. Two of his shirt buttons were open, revealing a flat, hairy chest.

He wasn’t wearing a helmet, and his hair was thick and messy. He continued staring at me. I felt incredibly vulnerable under his gaze. It was as if his eyes stripped me of my clothes. I tried not to look into his eyes, but they were magnetic, and I couldn’t help but feel attracted.

My nipples hardened almost instantly. My husband never enters a fight, but surprisingly he shouts at the stranger, “Ammmannnn.” (Motherfucker). My hubby’s two friends joined in, verbally attacking the man on the motorcycle.

A guy in a nearby auto-rickshaw warned, “Sir, you all look like you are from a respectable family. Why are you taking on that man? He’s a rowdy and a loafer. Stay away.” The situation escalated when the man on the bike parked his bike in the middle of the road and walked over to us.

“Hey, get down from the bike. What did you say?” My daring husband, looking scared, started to surrender, saying, “Nothing, sorry brother, you go.” The man stopped and stared at me with a huge smile and lust in his eyes. He then returned to his bike, continuing to ogle at me.

Did my husband leave me to this man to stare and rape me with his deadly stares? When the signal turned green, my husband shouted, “Nim amman aa keya” (Fuck your mom) and raced his bike away. My husband rushed into an office guest house nearby, hoping to escape.

My husband thought that the man on the Bullet would stop at the entrance since there was a security person.  The Bullet man chased us into the guest house. The man shouted, hurling insults and dirty words, “Namard. Baro. Lowde.” (Coward. Come. Dickhead) and many more.

My husband and his friends stayed inside, too scared to confront him.  I was furious at the man’s audacity. I wanted to fight back, to defend my husband, but I held back, watching the scene unfold.

The man even shouted vulgar things about me, “Nin hendthi na heng keithini andre avalige ond warada tanaka tullu novu aagbeku. Baro. Kalso nin hendthi na, gaandu.” (I will bang your wife so hard that her pussy will be sore for weeks. Come bastard. Send your wife.)

His dirty comments made my body react in ways I couldn’t control. My pussy lips widened and leaked fluids. I felt an intense mixture of fear and arousal. Eventually, the situation calmed down, and we headed back home without discussing the incident.

That night, despite everything, I was incredibly turned on. I was very desperate for a fuck. Especially for a fuck harder with heavy thrusts that my pussy would go sore for days. My sex life with my husband was great. He fucked me every alternate day.

He usually went for two rounds of fuck during the first few months of our marriage. These days he fucks once every alternate day. Sundays are an exception where he fucks me in the middle of the day too. I lost respect for my husband and started dreaming about that man on the street.

The moment we reached home, my pussy was thirstier for a rod. My father-in-law was busy with old movies in his room. My husband headed to shower. I, too, was sweaty from the ride. I wear the gold earrings that my hubby had gifted me. My whole body was burning like a hot stove, ready to be fucked.

I turn on the music increasing the volume on the speaker. I couldn’t brush off the thoughts of the two men who had tempted me to such heights. The moment my hubby walks into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. I drag him by clutching the towel towards the bed. He cries, “Anu, Baby. Wait, wait.”

I stared at him with my nostrils flaring, hot breaths escaping with each exhale. I pushed him onto the bed with water droplets still on his bare body. He tries to wake up to reach me, hug me tight, and kiss me. I drive him away. I unpin the saree strap away from my shoulder with the saree drape dropping onto the floor.

This was the first time I was dictating during sex to my husband. I wink and utter, “Happy anniversary, darling,” to my husband. I turn around, displaying the fair, deep-cut bare back of my blouse. His hands measure every bare skin of mine and untie the thread knot.

I peel away the blouse very slowly away from my body. My nipples were hard and were tearing out of my bra. I have round and firm boobs measuring 36 in size. I released the bra cup, exposing my nipples. I turn around, showing my milky boobs to my husband.

I watched his thick erect cock protruding from his wet towel. I sit over his thighs just with a panty left. I push my hair to one side and position his hand on my ears with the earring. The ear which the salesman brushed in my husband’s presence. I undid his towel away.

I then place both of his hands on the straps of my panties. I cheesily spoke in his ears, “Kiss my ears. Eat my ears.” He follows, dragging my body into his with my boobs just grazing his bare slim chest. The moment his lips touched my ears, a flash of the image of the salesman came in front of me.

My pussy lips shiver with moans escaping my lips, “Ahh.” My moan made my husband so wild that his lips sucked my ears long, drenching them in saliva. I place his hands over my pussy. He massages and plays with my pussy over the wet panty.

I utter, “Tear my panties and fuck me like hell. I am all yours to be fucked.” He grows wilder with the comments. His hands follow my instructions, tearing away my panty in a single move. He tries to push me and climb over me. I resist and continue to sit on top of him.

I imagined the stranger rowdy on the street. There were butterflies in my stomach with his thoughts, “Yaa, fuck me now.” I rush, positioning my pussy over his thick hard nervy tool. I start pushing my pussy in and out of his erect snake dick.

I place his hands over my boobs and tell him, “Squeeze them. Squeeze mado. Squeeze harder.” I literally imagined the street man’s dick piercing my pussy.

Like a puppet, he does what I order. He fucks me holding the sides of my thighs. He cums quickly. But I hadn’t cum yet. On any other day, I would have left him by that. But that day was different. I told him to lick my pussy and finger my pussy.

He licks my pussy. I fingers, first with a single finger and then with two fingers. I dreamed of the rowdy man with closed eyes while my husband continued to finger me until I orgasmed. I orgasmed with juices spilling and drenching the bed.

I don’t know. Was What I did unfaithful on the day of our first anniversary?

Comment your thoughts.

Hi, this journey is of a tailor who has ways to seduce women with his charm and skill. I always compare the women in the story to actresses. So, think of someone when you read the story.

My name is Jack. I am 24 years old. I studied fashion design and tried to become a fashion designer for a model, but I couldn’t make it. After finishing my studies, I didn’t get a single chance to become a designer. I didn’t go to work for 1 year. My parents started complaining.

Dad: Son, you should go to work. Don’t be a lazy guy living on your parents’ money.

Me: Dad, I am trying to get a job in designing clothes.

Dad: We know, son, but it’s not enough.

Me: But…

Dad: No buts, beta. I have spoken to tailor Rajesh, you start working in his shop tomorrow onward.

I couldn’t argue with my father, so I agreed. The next day, I went to Rajesh’s tailor’s shop. He is a friend of my father. Rajesh was a 50-year-old man. He greeted me and explained about work and salary. He said he would pay me Rs. 20000 per month.

In my mind, it was a very low payment. But two guys there were working there for the same salary. It was heavy work there. Many ladies come to the shop, but Rajesh never let us take measurements of ladies. 6 months passed quickly, and the tailor shop was always full of work. I was thinking of quitting my job here.

One day, Rajesh called me to bring me a notebook for writing measurements. There is room for ladies so that they can feel secure when taking measurements. I brought the book and opened the door. I saw a lady, approx 35 years old, standing in a bra and petticoat.

She was showing off her body to Rajesh for taking measurements. I gave the book to him. He told me to go out. After some time, the lady came out fully covered, along with Rajesh. She spoke to him for a while and left. But my mind was thinking full of her body.

After a few days, one day, everyone from the shop took leave because of a marriage function. They made me come to work. Rajesh told me if anyone came, tell them to come tomorrow. If they come for the finished dress, give them the dress, don’t take new orders.

Few customers came to buy the finished dresses. I gave them the dresses. At about 1 pm lady I saw in a bra came to the shop for the dress.

Me: Mam, can I know your name?

Her: It’s Bindya Ralan.

I checked the register, took the dress, and gave it to her. She asked me can I could try it out.

Me: Sure, mam.

She went to the room for the trail, then came out very angrily.

Bindya: What the hell is this? It’s not fit and not the same design I gave.

Me: Sorry, mam, can I see your design?

She showed me the design she wanted on the phone. It was a deep cleavage design. The blouse Rajesh stitched did not look like that.

Bindya: Where’s your owner?

Me: Sorry, mam, he is not available today.

She immediately called him on the phone and started arguing with him.

Bindya: I have been your regular customer. It’s the second time you have done this. I don’t want you to stitch the other two blouses I gave. Give them back.

She gave me the phone, and Rajesh told me to give her the blouse materials back to her. I gave her the dress materials. Bindya started arguing with me, “Your owner is the worst. He didn’t know how to stitch new designs. Now, how am I going to wear this dress for tomorrow’s function?”

That’s when I got a crazy idea.

Me: If you give me a chance, I will resize your blouse and make a few adjustments to make it pretty.

She thought for a while and said OK.

Me: Mam, I can’t do this without your help.

Bindya: I will do anything. Just help me.

Me: Don’t worry, mam, you won’t regret it.

I closed the shutter from inside the shop.

Bindya: Why are you closing the shutter?

Me: I can’t do it if someone comes and disturbs me.

I have already delivered the finished dresses so nobody will come. I closed it so that I could do some crazy stuff with her. I told her to wear the blouse. She started walking towards the room. I stopped her.

Me: Mam, please wear it here.

Bindya: Why?

Me: Because it will be very convenient for me to measure and resize if you go to the room and come every time, it will be hard.

She was hesitant at first, then she accepted. She dropped her pallu and removed her blouse, showing her boobs in a bra. It was awesome. Instantly, I got a boner. Then she wore the blouse to be resized. I went near her.

Me: Can I touch you, mam?

Bindya: OK.

I inserted my finger inside the blouse and squeezed her boobs.

Bindya: What the hell are you doing?

I didn’t take my hands off.

Me: Don’t worry. I am just checking how loose the blouse is.

Bindya: OK, make it quick.

I squeezed the boobs a few more times and took my hand out.

Me: Open the blouse, don’t remove it.

She opened the blouse.

Me: How much cleavage do you want, mam?

Bindya: A little deep.

I placed my finger in her chest this deep.

Bindya: Yes, OK.

Me: Mam, do you want your boobs to look pushed up like this?

Saying I grabbed her along with her bra and pushed it up. Before she said anything, I spoke.

Me: Like this or hang loose.

Bindya: I don’t know.

I told her to stand in front of the mirror. She went and stood in front of the mirror. I came behind her back and grabbed her boobs from behind, and pushed it up.

Me: Now look mam, you want it pushed up like this?

I let the boobs go, it was hanging freely.

Me: Or like this.

Bindya: Can you push my boobs again?

I came even closer, pushed with my hardon pushed to her ass and grabbed her boobs, pushed them up. She moaned a little bit.

Me: You see, I advise push-up, you look very hot like that.

Bindya blushed.

Bindya: OK, then make it as you wish.

I let her go and came in front of her and told her to put the hook on the blouse. I marked the blouse with chalk.

Me: Now remove the blouse and give it to me.

She did it, as I said. I was so happy she was doing everything, just as I said. My dick was rock-hard already. It was hard for me to do the work, but I controlled myself.

I started cutting the edges of the blouse and increased the cut in the cleavage region. Then adjusted the blouse few embroidery and finished the blouse fitting.

Me: Mam, it’s finished.

Bindya: What? You are fast.

Me: Come on, let’s have one more trial.

She puts on the blouse, and now the blouse fits perfectly and shows off her big boob in that deep cut.

Me: How is it, madam?

Bindya: Oh my god, you are amazing. You saved my dress.

Me: Thanks, madam.

Bindya: I am very grateful to you.

Me: Mam, can I ask you one thing?

Bindya: Sure, ask.

Me: Can you let me stitch the other two blouses by myself?

Bindya: I was thinking about it, sure please do it.

Me: Then OK, can you come to my home tomorrow.

Bindya: Why? What for?

Me: I need to take measurements, madam.

Bindya: Can’t you take it today?

Me: No, mam, it’s been more than 2 hours since I shut the shop. If the owner gets to know, he will scold me.

Bindya: OK, OK, I understand then. I can’t come tomorrow. I have a function, can I come the day after tomorrow?

Me: Sure, mam.

I gave her my address and phone number. She left the shop, and I was so thrilled because she accepted my offer. I forgot to tell you I moved out of my parent’s house and rented a small home. The next day she called me in the evening on my phone.

Bindya: Hello, it’s me, Bindya.

Me: Hello madam, how are you, did you wear the blouse?

Bindya: Yes, everybody loved your blouse design. I am so happy, thanks.

Me: It’s my pleasure, madam. It was a last-minute adjustment only. If I had more time I would have made it more elegant, please refer me to your friends.

Bindya: Sure, sure.

Me: When are you coming to give the measurements, madam?

Bindya: Can I come tomorrow at 5 pm?

Me: Of course, mam, you can.

Bindya: OK then, bye.

I started dreaming about Bindya’s boobs and measuring them tomorrow. I got an instant boner. Then I controlled myself and went to Rajesh and asked him permission to leave early tomorrow. He said OK.

The next day came. I worked till 4 pm and left the shop immediately and went home, waiting for the calling bell to ring. At about 5.10 bell rang. I opened the door there she was, standing like a MILF.

Me: Come in, madam.

She came inside, and I closed the door.

Me: Do you like to drink coffee or tea?

Bindya: No need, I have to go soon.

I was disappointed by her words.

Me: OK then, shall I take the measurements?

Bindya: Sure

She got up, removed her pallu and started opening her blouse slowly. It was strip tease to me. My dick started to rise. Today, she was wearing a push-up bra. That’s when I got a crazy idea: how to remove her bra.

Me: Oh no.

Bindya: What happened? Is there any problem?

Me: Yes, madam, why did you wear a push-up bra?

Bindya: Why? Is it not looking good on me?

Me: You look gorgeous, mam, but the push-up bra will make measurements wrong.

Bindya blushed a little and said what shall we do.

Me: Remove your bra, and I will measure you directly.

Bindya: What? No way to take measurements with the bra on.

Me: I understand you can’t stand half naked in front of me, but mam, I have a valid reason.

She was hesitant at first but accepted and tried to open the bra hook on her back. I went behind and helped her open her bra, then removed the bra. Now, she was standing half-naked, but I could only see her back. She was hiding her boob with her hands.

Me: Now let me explain.

Bindya: OK

Me: Can I touch you, mam?

Bindya: OK.

I grabbed her both boobs and pushed it up. She moaned.

Me: Are you ok, madam?

Bindya: Yeah, I am ok.

Me: See, when you use a push-up bra, your nipple level gets high. It will cause problems in measurements.

I let her boob go.

Me: See, mam, now the level of your nipple is low.

I grabbed her boobs again and pushed up again

Me: Now, can you see your nipple level?

Saying I pinched her nipple from behind and humped her ass with dick.

Bindya: Ah, yes, I can see.

Me: You have a nice sharp nipple, madam.

Bindya: Don’t tease me.

Me: OK, let’s start taking measurements.

I came in front, showing off my hardon in my pants. Bindya’s eyes were fixed on the tent in my pants. I started taking measurements normally for some time. I told her to raise her arm. I wrapped my hand around her with inch tape, came as close as possible, and almost kissed her nipple.

Placing the tape above her boobs, I can see Bindya starting to feel the heat. She was breathing heavily. Then again, I wrapped my hands around this time. My nose touched her nipple, then placed her tape at her nipple and tightened her tape.

Bindya: Aahh…

Me: Madam, how do you want the two blouses? Do you have any ideas?

Bindya: Yes.

I let the tape go. She took her phone and showed me two designs. One was pushed up, and one was designer low-cut cleavage type. I told her to share it on WhatsApp.I took measurements normally again for some time. Then I went behind Bindya and grabbed her boobs again.

Me: Do you like it?

Bindya: What do you like about it?

Me: Do you like me to make the blouse showing off your boobs at this level?

While saying this, I was very close to her ear, and I was pushing my big bulge on her ass.

Bindya: Yes, I like it.

I started circling my fingers around her nipple. She did not stop me. Bindya was moaning in pleasure. I used the chance and lowered my left hand from her boobs to her pussy. I pushed my hand inside her petticoat and panty and started fingering her pussy.

She didn’t say a say a word she was enjoying the pleasure of my hands touching. Now, I know she will not object to me. I pushed her into my bed and jumped over. I removed all of my clothes and removed her petticoat and panty. I pushed my dick inside her pussy.

It was already very wet. It went inside her very smoothly. I started fucking in missionary positions. She was screaming and moaning in pleasure.

Bindya: I can’t take it anymore fuck me, fuck me.

I fucked her with my dick. I felt like cumming.

Me: I am about to cum.

Bindya: Cum, cum inside me. I don’t care if I get pregnant.

I put my seeds deep inside her pussy. We both were exhausted, lying in the bed. Bindya said, “You were planning this long to seduce me, right.”

I smiled, and we both laughed. After a while, Bindya got up and started dressing up.

Me: Wait, don’t dress up. I didn’t finish measuring you.

Bindya: What?

We laughed again.

I took measurements fully this time while she was standing naked. My dick got up again. After finishing taking measurements, I bent her down, grabbed her hip and pushed my dick from behind without saying anything to her.

Bindya: Oh my God.

She was shocked by my action at first but started enjoying it immediately.

Bindya: Aah, yes, yes fuck me.

Me: Do you like it, madam?

Bindya: Yes, please fuck. It had been so long since I had this much.

Second round she started to curse her husband.

Bindya: Fuck me, my stupid husband never fucked me like this.

Those words boosted my mind. I rammed her as fast as I could.

Bindya: Oh, my God.

Me: You like that bitch?

Bindya: Yes, I like it so much.

I slapped her ass and rammed her hard. After 20 minutes, I came again inside her pussy. She fell on the bed, exhausted. I sat beside her.

Bindya: You are an animal.

Me: Thanks

After a while, she got up and started dressing. She looked at the time. It was 8.15 p.m.

Bindya: Oh God, it is getting late. When will you finish the blouse?

Me: Give me I week, madam.

Bindya: OK then, shall I leave?

Me: OK, madam.

Bindya left. I never thought being a tailor was great. This adventure gave me an idea. I will continue the story in the next part bye.

Comment if you guys want the second part.

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Rahul wapas aaya daru, cigarette, chakna aur parachute ka tel leke. Rekha aur Dimpy nangi thi aur Rahul ke mobile pe video dekh rahe the.

Rahul: Kya dekh rahe ho?

Rekha: Woh mujhe ek video dikhaya tha na, ek ladki ka jo gand marwati hai. Isko taiyyar kar rahi thi.

Dimpy: Bhaiya lagta hai bahut dard dega, mujhe aaj nai karna. Fir kabhi karlo.

Rahul: Aare teri bhabhi ne bola nai, usko gand marwane mein kitna maza aata hai. Pehle thoda dard hoga par bahut maza aayega oopar se maine daru laaya hai, pi lena dard ka pata hi nai chalega. Aur daar mat mast tel laga ke chodunga. Meri pari ko dard nai hone dunga.

Rekha: Main hun na saath mein, darti kyun hai. Yeh toh kai baar meri gand mar chuka hai aur kabhi kabhi toh gand marwa ke hi mera pani chut jata hai. Bahut maza aayega. Ab teri gand ke ched ko bhi aachi tarah se saaf kar diya hai maine. Tu daar mat.

Dimpy: Theek hai, jab aap itna bol rahe ho toh aaj meri gand ki seal tod hi do.

Rahul: Badiya, chal jake teen glass leke aaja. Khane mein kya banaya?

Rekha: Anda burji aur roti hai.

Rahul: Sahi hai, woh bhi leke aaja. Aaj toh full maze hai.

Sab taiyar tha, Rahul dono ke beech mein baitha tha. Usne ek bada khamba royal stag ka laya tha aur teen glass mein peg banaya. Teeno ne “cheers” bol ke pina chalu kiya. Dimpy ko pehle do-teen ghut ke baad daru aachi lagne lagi.

Rekha aur Dimpy nangi thi aur Rahul apni lungi mein tha. Jaise hi pehla peg khatam hua. Rahul ne bhi apne kapde utar diye aur nanga baith ke dusara peg pine laga.

Rahul: Kaisa lag raha hai, Dimpy?

Dimpy: Aacha lag raha hai bhaiya, badan ek dum halka halka sa mehsus ho raha hai.

Rekha: Aaram aaram se pina, jaldi piyegi toh sojayegi. Aaj ki raat lambi hogi. Aur yeh kya bhaiya-bhaiya laga rakhi hai, bhenchod bula isko.

Teeno has ne lage. Woh daru ke saath saath chakna bhi kha rahe the. Beech beech mein Rahul dono ke chut mein ungli karta jis ke karan dheere dheere nashe ke saath hawas bhi chadta raha. Unki chut geeli ho gayi thi.

Rahul unki chut se ungli nikalta aur chatne lagta. Usne roti ka ek tukda liya aur dono ke chut pe roti ko ragad ke kha gaya, usne aisa teen-chaar baar kiya.

Dimpy: Aare bhenchod, sabzi toh bani hai sirf chut ke pani ke saath roti kyun kha raha hai?

Rahul: Burji se badiya swaad toh tum dono ke chut mein hai.

Yeh keh ke Rahul apni behen ke honthon ko chumne laga. Teeno ke peeth deewar se lage hue the aur gadde pe pair faila ke baithe the. Rekha ne apna dusara peg piya aur apne pati ka lund chusne lagi.

Rahul ke haath uski behen ke chuchiyon ko masal rahe the. Kuch der baad Rekha aur Dimpy ne apni jagah badali. Dimpy apne bhai ka lund puri tarah se muh mein le rahi thi. Woh beech beeche mein lund pe thookti aur pure lund pe laga ke usko chikna kar rahi thi.

Rahul: Bahut badiya Dimpy, kamal ka chus rahi hai. Ek hi din mein pura lund muh mein lene lagi hai. Aaahh! Randi saali kya chus rahi hai tu. Maza aagaya. Apna peg khatam kar aur gand marwane ko taiyyar hoja.

Dimpy aur Rahul dono ne apna dusara peg khatam kiya.

Dimpy: Bhenchod.! Mera sar ghum raha hai. Mast laga raha hai.

Rahul: Aur bhi maza aane wala hai, Aaj raat ke baad tujhe mere lawde ki deewani bana dunga. Kutiya ban ja jaldi se. Rekha rani, tel leke aaja.

Dimpy ka nashe ke karan sar ghumne laga tha, Rahul ke kehne pe woh kutiya ban gayi. Rahul ne uske gand ko dono haathon se failaya. Usne Dimpy ki gand ka ched mein apni jeeb lagai aur gol gol ghumane laga.

Rekha jaldi wapas tel ke bottle ke saath aayi. Rahul ne kuch der aur apni behen ki gand ko chata aur fir Dimpy ki gand mein tel dala aur pehle ek ungli uske gand mein dal ke ander bahar karne laga.

Jaise hi Rahul ne ungli ander dali Dimpy ne apni gand tight karli jiske liye Rahul ne uske gand pe ek zor ke thapad mara.

Dimpy: Aahh! Bhenchod!

Rahul: Dheela chod gand ko. Tight mat kar.

Dimpy: Theek hai.

Kuch der baad usne aur thoda tel Dimpy ke gand mein dala aur ek ke jagah do ungliyon se uski gand chodne laga. Dimpy ko maza aaraha tha. Kareeb 3–4-minute ke baad Rahul ne apne ungli bahar nikali aur lawde pe tel malne laga.

Rahul: Aaram aaram se dalunga, thoda dard hoga toh seh lena.

Dimpy: Bhenchod! Tu daal, dekh lenge kya hota hai.

Rahul ne apna lund Dimpy ke gand ke ched pe tikaya aur lund ander daalne ki kosish ki. Dimpy ne apni gand tight karli jiske karna usko fir se gand pe thappad khana pada. Dimpy ne ek gehri sans le aur gand ko dhila kiya. Rahul ne fir kosish ki aur iss baar usne apne lawde ke tope ko gand mein ghusa diya.

Dimpy: Aaahh! Bhenchod! Bahar nikal, meri gand fatt gayi

Rekha: Chilla mat randi. Ek-do minute ki baat hai, gand ko tight mat kar, aaram se reh. Kuch nai hoga.

Rahul dheere dheere lund andar ghusa raha tha. Jaise hi uska aadha lund andar ghusa woh kuch der ke liye rukha aur fir lund ko bahar nikal ke wapas pel diya aur iss baar uska pura lawda Dimpy ke gand mein ghus gaya.

Dimpy: Aaahhh! Madarchod! Mar gayi mein, Aahh! Haramzade aaram se karega bola tha. Gandu fadd di meri. Bhenchod!

Rahul: Chup hoja randi! Kuch ni hua hai.

Rekha: Chudai ke dard mein hi maza hai pagali.

Dimpy: Behen ki lodi, kaise liya tune itna bada lund apni gand mein, mere nahi hoga. Bhenchod!

Rekha ne Dimpy to shant karne ke liye uske aage aake baith gayi aur uske muh ko apne chut mein rakha diya. Dimpy ki awaz thodi si dab gayi thi. Rahul ne ek do thappad mare Dimpy ke gand mein aur chudai chalu kardi.

Woh pura lund bahar nikalta aur wapas pel deta. Usne tab tak dheere dheera choda jab tak Dimpy ko maza nahi aane laga. Char se panch minute baad, Dimpy ka chillana, hawas bhari siskiyon mein badal gaya tha.

Woh bhi apni bhabhi ki chut ko chata shuru kar diya tha. Rahul ne apni raftar badhai aur zor zor se apni behen ki gand marne laga.

Rekha: Kaisa lag raha hai, maza aaraha hai ki nai?

Dimpy: Haan bhabhi, aap sahi thi. Dard mein bhi maza hai. Aaahh! Meri chut se pani nikalne laga hai. Ab toh roz gand marwaungi. Aaahh! Bhenchod! Kya chodta hai tu. Aahhh!

Rahul: Mast tight gand hai saali, kya maza aaraha hai, lund ko ek dum kas ke pakada hua hai teri gand ne.

Rekha: Aahh! Dimpy! Jeeb andar daal ke chat.

Rahul lagatar apni behen ki chudai kar raha tha. Jab uski jange Dimpy ke gand se lagti toh ‘thap thap’ ki awaaz aati jo pure ghar mein goonj ne lagi. Dimpy apni bhabhi ki chut neeche se lekar oopar tak chat rahi thi.

Uska bhai uski kamar thod chudai kar raha tha. 10–12-minute ki chudai ke baad Dimpy ka pani nikal gaya. Jaise hi Dimpy ka pani chut gaya usne Dimpy ko bagal mein dhakhel diya aur jake Rekha ke oopar let gaya.

Usne kuch der Rekha ko chuma aur fir uske pair puri tarah se oopar uthayi. Kamar ke neeche ek takiya rakha aur Rekha ki gand mein tel lagne ke baad usne apna lamba kadak lund uski gand mein daal ke fatafat chudai karne laga. Rekha ke ghutne uske kaan ke paas the.

Rahul: Kaisa laga raha hai, Rekha rani, bahut din baad gand mar raha hun teri.

Rekha: Aahh! Bhadwe kya chodta hai tu, tere lawde ki deewani hun mein toh. Zor ke mar bhenchod! Aur zor ke!

Rahul thoda thak gaya tha, usne Rekha ko apne oopar aane ko kaha. Rahul neeche let gaya aur Rekha uska lawda fir se apni gand mein leke oopar neeche uchalne lagi. Uske bade mamme jhulne lage. Dimpy khadi hue aur kamre se jane lagi

Rekha: Kahan jarahi hai.

Dimpy: Main moot ke aati hun.

Rekha: Humare oopar moot de.

Dimpy: Kya?

Rekha: Aare tere Bhai aur mereko ek dusare ke oopar peshab karna aur moot pine mein bada maza aata hai. Tu bhi kar, maza aayega.

Dimpy: Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?

Rahul: Aare randi, hum sab ek jism hai aaj se. Tujhe pata nai kitna maza aata hai jab garam garam moot chudai ke baad badan pe girti hai. Asli maza sab kuch karne mein hai, hawas ki aag mein sab chalta hai.

Rekha: Mere oopar moot Dimpy. Chudai karte waqt kabhi ehsas nai kiya maine. Aaja behen ki lodi moot mere pe.

Dimpy bhi chahti thi ki woh sab kuch kare jo uske Bhai aur bhabhi karte hai. Rekha peeche ki aur jhuki, uska haath Rahul ke ghutno pe tha aur uska lund uski gand mein.

Dimpy apne bhai ke pet ke oopar khadi hogayi, uske pair Rahul ke kamar ke bagal mein the aur uski chut uske bhabhi ke muh se kuch hi doori pe thi.

Dimpy: Sach mein moot dungi.

Rekha: Moot saali randi. Chehre pe moot mere, mere chuchiyon pe moot, geela kar de mujhe. Aaahh!

Dimpy ne moot na shuru kiya. Uska peshab seedha Rekha ke chehre pe gira Rekha ne apna muh khol ke uska moot apne muh mein liya. Usne thoda sa peshab piya aur baki ka thook diya.

Dimpy ka moot Rekha ke chehre se uske chuchiyon pe gira aur fir behte hue uski chut se behte hue Rahul ki nabhi mein jake khatam horaha tha.

Rekha: Aaahh! Kyun garam moot hai. Maza aagaya, Dimpy! Aaahh! Mera toh pani chutne wala hai. Rahul! Chod mujhe, bhenchod! Zor ke shot mar!

Dimpy ka moot na khatam hua aur Rahul utha aur Rekha ko neeche lita ke uske oopar chad gaya. Woh uski gand badi behrami se pelne laga. Rahul chudai ke saath saath Rekha ke mammon ko aur honthon ko chat kar apni behen ke moot ka swad le raha tha.

Rekha: Aaahhh! Bhenchod! Aaahhh! Gand faad di meri. Chod! Haramzade!

Rekha ki gand mein Rahul ka lund andar bahar horaha tha aur woh apni ungliyon se apni chut ko chod rahi thi. Rekha ki chut se pani nikalne mein zayada waqt nai laga.

Woh haaf ne lagi aur Rahul zor zor se chodne laga aur ek minute ke ander apni biwi ki gand ko apne muth se bhar diya. Rahul ne bagal mein baithi Dimpy ko baal se pakada aur jise hi usne apna lund bahar nikala usne Dimpy ka muh Rekha ki gand mein rakh diya.

Rahul: Chat, jaldi jaldi chat.

Rekha: Dimpy, sara maal muh mein lele, mereko maal khana hai. Chat Dimpy.

Dimpy ne apne haathon se Rekha ki gand failai aur gand ke ched mein apne jeeb se chat ke sara maal muh mein bhar rahi thi. Rahul ne do ungli Rekha ki gand mein dala aur ungliyon se maal bahar nikala jisko Dimpy ne chat liya.

Woh gand se nikale maal ko muh mein bhar ke Rekha ke pass gayi aur usko chumne lagi. Dono bagal mein baith ke Rahul ke maal ka swad le rahe the aur ek dusaron ke chuchiyan dabba rahe the.

Tabhi unn dono ke sar pe pani girne laga. Dono ne jab Rahul ki tarah dekha toh pata chal ki Rahul unpe peshab kar raha tha. Dono ne moot ke saath muth bhi nigal liya aur badan pe girte moot ke maze lerahe the.

Dono ka badan peshab se latpat hogaya tha, unke baal bhi geele hogaye. Dimpy khushi khushi se apne bhai ke moot ko apne sare jism mein ragadne lagi.

Dimpy: Aaahh! Bhai aur bhabhi, I love you, kya aish karwa diya aap dono ne. Mujhe toh puri tarah se apni randi bana diya apne. Chudai mein itna maza hota hai yeh ab pata chal.

Rekha: Ab meri bari. Dono baith jao.

Rahul baith gaya aur Dimpy khud ke uski godi pe baith gayi. Rekha ne unke upar moota aur dono ko bhigadiya. Rahul apni behen ke mamme dabbate hue usko chum raha tha. Rekha ne ek cigarette jalaya aur pine lagi.

Usne teeno ke liye peg bhi banaya. Rahul ne bhi cigarette jalaya aur teeno aaram se baith ke daru pine lage. Rahul ne cigarette pi aur Dimpy ko chumke uske muh ke andar dhuan choda.

Pehle do-teen bar Dimpy ko khansi aayi fir theek hogaya. Rahul ne Dimpy ko bhi ek cigarette diya. Teeno nange, ek haath mein cigarette aur dusare haath mein daru ki glass liye baithe the.

Kamre mein chudai ki khusbu ke saath-saath cigarette, daru, pasine aur moot ki bu thi. Jis gadde pe chudai ki woh peshab se geeli hogayi thi. Teeno ke baalon se peshab abhi bhi tapak raha tha.

Tesari peg ke baad dono auraton ki halat tight hogayi thi. Dimpy ka sar ghum raha tha aur uske shabd lad khad rahe the.

Rahul: Aye Dimpy, kuch kha ke naha le, fir soja. Pure badan mein pasina aur peshab hai. Rekha khana khila isko mein tab tak thodi safai kar deta hun.

Rekha: Woh peshab wala gadda chat pe rakh do, subah dhoop lagegi toh theek hojayega.

Rahul ne kapde pehne aur gadde ko chat pe rakh ke aaya aur fir kamre mein pocha lagaya. Rekha aur Dimpy ne thodsi roti aur anda burji khayi. Rahul ne dono ko ek-ek karke uthaya aur bathroom le gaya.

Rekha ko bhi aacha khas nasha chad gaya tha. Rahul ne pehle Dimpy ko nehlane ka socha aur usko bathroom ke stool pe baithaya aur Rekha ko uske bagal mein zameen pe baithaya.

Dimpy: Bhaiya mujhe moot lagi hai.

Rekha: Mere oopar karle.

Rahul ki madad se Dimpy khadi hue aur ek baar fir se usne apni bhabhi ko apne moot se nehla diya. Rahul ne Dimpy ko firse stool pe baithaya aur uski bur ko apne jeeb se chatke saaf kiya. Usko Dimpy ke peshab ka swad chakhna tha.

Fir Rahul ne Dimpy ke oopar pani dala aur sabun se uske jism ke ek-ek hisse ko aache se saaf kiya. Usne uske baal bhi saaf kiye. Puri tarah se nehla ke Rahul ne uske badan ko towel se saaf kiya aur usko le jake chatai pe lita diya.

Rekha bathroom ki zameen pe hi aadhi neend mein baithi hue thi. Rahul firse bathroom mein aaya aur Rekha ko utha ke stool pe baithaya. Nehlane se pehle usne Rekha pe for ek baar peshab kiya.

Usne Rekha ko bhi Dimpy ki tarah nehlaya aur usko le jake dusre gadde pe lita diya. Bache hue daru ka Rahul ne ek peg banaya aur dheere dheere cigarette pite hue aaram se daru pike apni behen aur biwi ke beech nanga sogaya.

Uss din se teeno lagbhag roz chudai karne lage.

Hi readers, this is my first story with ISS and I hope you guys like it. Please make sure to leave some comments below.

We are a family of 3, it was me, my dad and my mom. My dad, Arun was a contractor who worked in Gulf. He used to visit us for 2 months every year but since the Covid started, he has not been able to visit us much. My mom, Sudha is 42 but has maintained a great body. During the covid time, she did a lot of workouts in the house, giving her a sexy tight figure. Her ass was sticking out more and her boobs became tight. She was 5 ft 8 in height and had a fair skin tone. Her hair had a little red shade to it.

She was a very confident woman and her height made her very intimidating to other men. She however had a lot of admirers in our apartment complex. I was in college, just discovering the true layers of sex and I started to wonder how my mom would get through this loneliness. I overheard some of the college kids talk about my mom,

“That 505 Aunty is so sexy, her husband has not visited her in 3 years it seems.”

And another guy said, “You would need a bull dick to satisfy a slut like that.”

I didn’t know why but them talking about my mom like that used to turn me on. Then it started, the urge for me to see my mother get fucked.

My dream was soon to be fulfilled. It happened when right next to our house a new couple moved in. The husband’s name was Vijay, he was a police officer. He was extremely built and fit. He was 6 ft 2 in in height and his wife was Latha, who was a short 5 ft 1 in and a fat woman. She was very dark in complexion. They were in their mid-40s.

Mom and the new neighbour Latha became good friends. Then she opened up to mom saying they did not have any kids despite them trying for years. Mom invited them over for dinner and that night, I saw my neighbour Vijay lustfully looking at my mom. He was constantly asking about my dad’s whereabouts. My mom was wearing a red saree with a deep back cut. When she was walking to the kitchen, I saw Vijay’s eyes glued to her ass.

At the end of the dinner, Vijay started complimenting my mom’s fitness and started asking which gym she went to. She said she just went to the apartment gym in the mornings. I kind of noticed Latha’s face getting jealous hearing all this. Usually around 11 am, the gym would be empty. So it would be usually only my mom in the gym.

The next day, I had a late class at college. I noticed my neighbour Vijay in the gym. It had my mind running but I did not want to come to any conclusions so soon.

Soon, the days passed and I got busy preparing for my final exams. I noticed that my mother started getting happier than usual. I started getting a little suspicious, as she used to always get messages from Vijay. She got new handbags and heels too. During this time, her conversations with my dad reduced a lot. I wanted to confirm nothing was going on, so one day I just pretended to go to college but sneaked back into the house with the extra key while my mom was in the gym.

An hour went by, and then suddenly, I heard the door open. I was shocked to see Vijay slowly entering the house behind my mom!

My mom immediately dropped to her knees and pulled his pants down! I was shocked to see this and my neighbour’s dick almost slapped my mom’s face. It was rock hard and easily 8 inches. The veins on his dick were sticking out.

She immediately gulped his dick and started giving our neighbour a blowjob. This went on for 10 minutes. Then he lifted her and pulled her tights down, making my mom’s sweaty big ass visible. He went down and started eating her ass. He spanked her ass hard till it got red.

Vijay was a bull, he picked my mom up and took her to the bedroom. After 5 minutes, I followed them. The door was not closed completely. I saw my mom in the doggy with the neighbour’s foot on her face and her getting pounded mercilessly. The room was filled with her noises, “Ahhhhh..gahhh..oh my ahhhhhh..”

He spanked my mom harder and harder. Her boobs were shaking. He pulled her by her hair and made her suck his dick which was covered in sweat and her juices. She sucked it like a hungry dog.

Then he lay back on the bed and mom got on top of him. She started to ride him, and he was splitting her ass with his hands. I saw my mom’s asshole. She was riding him wild, “Gahhh…”

He slapped her face and said, “You are such a hungry slut. Too bad your husband could not fuck you” and I was shocked to hear her say, “That loser is not even half the man you are.”

I think hearing this awakened the animal in our cheating neighbour and he lifted mom in the air with his hands on her ass. The room was filled with their bodies colliding and her moans, “Thap..thap..”

After about 5 minutes of fucking her in the air, the bull released his seed inside her. It was a sight! Her pussy was red from all the pounding and the white semen was dripping from her pussy.

I immediately went back to hide. They went on for 2 more rounds. He left after 2 hours. This went on for 2 months and I got to find pregnancy tests in my mom’s room. She was pregnant!

I was undergoing a divorce a decade ago. I was lonely at nights and logged into a few adult chat sites. I used to pick housewives for chatting as they love hardcore fantasies and don’t have inhibitions. I am Sarath Reddy, a Telegu guy residing in Chennai, age 38, well-built 6 feet tall, and extremely fair. I masturbate for hours together and cum after a long session.

Coming back to the story, it was Friday night and I was horny as hell. After a few minutes of hunting for the right chat partner, I began chatting with a Telegu housewife. Her name is Chandana, aged 32. She lives in Hyderabad. Her husband works in Dubai. Her son studies in a boarding school. She lives alone.

After some nice chat, I sent her my pic and asked hers. She was hesitant and said, “Not now.” So, I immediately lost interest and was searching for other chat partners. Chandana got annoyed because I was responding late to her messages. I told her I was getting bored as there was no excitement without knowing how she looked. So, she sent me a dozen pics instantly!

I was taken aback looking at her pics. She was drop-dead gorgeous, fair, with black hair down to her hips, juicy lips, big eyes, and a figure of 38-30-42. I had a thing for big ass women. I remarked, “Wow, babe. You made my manhood dance.”

She replied with “Mmmm.”

That got me aroused and I began stroking my 6 incher. I began sharing blowjob pictures and the Telegu housewife was giving sexy comments. Then I sent her pussy-eating pics. Both of us were aroused. She opened up and we were typing things such as, “Oh baby.. I want to fuck your mouth.. I want to eat your pussy,” and she was replying, “Oh Sarath, fuck my mouth baby.. Fuck my ass. Eat my cunt”.” To my surprise, she shared rim-job pics and after a non-stop intense sex chat, we both climaxed.

I asked her Google chat ID. I gave her mine. Then we began chatting on G chat. We got addicted to each other. The Telegu housewife told me about her love life – how she used to give handjobs and blowjobs to her 2 boyfriends before marriage and how she got the ass-licking fetish and how one of her boyfriends banged her ass. She said that her husband was very traditional and fucked her only for a few minutes and she fingered herself to climax. We chatted almost every day for a week.

The following weekend, I shared my number with her. She did not give hers. The following day on Saturday, I was pleasantly surprised to get a WhatsApp message from her. With a hot pic of hers in a bra and a message, “Missing your dick in my mouth.” She was licking her lips in the pic. That got me damn hard and I messaged her, “Suck me, baby.”

We had a wild chat on WhatsApp and we came hard.

That afternoon, I texted her and said that I wanted to come to Hyderabad to meet her. She said she was scared. I called her on WhatsApp and we spoke. That night, we had a video session. After that, she said, “Sarath, you can come, but not to my house.” I said, “Let’s meet in my hotel room.”

I was so excited and landed in Hyderabad the following Friday. I booked a room at Taj Residency and texted her. She came to the hotel. She wore a black saree below her waist and was looking like a sex goddess. The moment we entered the room, I smooched the south Indian wife and pushed her against the wall and felt her boobs, and pressed her ass.

She moaned softly, “Oh, Sarath. You are so handsome” and I replied, “You are fucking hot, babe.”

We smooched intensely and in no time, we got naked. I began sucking the horny Telegu housewife’s boobs and ate her wet clean-shaven pussy until she came in my mouth. I made Chandana sit on the bed edge and I stood up. I gripped her hair and said, “Suck my cock, baby.” She showed the best blowjob skills ever.

She licked my dick and massaged my balls and began sucking hard. I moaned and gripped her hair and fucked her mouth and her throat. After a while, I pushed her onto the bed, opened her legs, and began banging her pussy hard. We did it in doggy and then she screamed, “FUCK MY ASS.” I confess I had never fucked any woman in her ass. But she had such a perfect big ass. So, I bent and licked it and spat on her rim hole. She moaned and screamed. “Fuckkkk meee. I am your slut, Sarath.”

That got me super aroused. I spank her ass and said, “Yes, my bitch. I am going to destroy your ass” and pushed my dick into her ass and began banging hard. She was fingering herself and she climaxed many times. I was about to cum and I pulled her hair and said, “I want you to drink my dick milk, my slut.”

She quickly turned and kneeled before me. I fucked her mouth mercilessly and gave a huge load of cum into her mouth and on her lovely face.

The Telegu married woman liked my dick, my balls and my ass. We then took a quick shower and she wore her clothes. After that, we had dinner in the restaurant. Her hubby called and she lied to him that she was spending the night with her lady friend whose husband went out of town. I never imagined that a housewife could have so much lust in her!

That night, she licked my ass and tongue-fucked it while shagging me. Chandana made me lick her ass and then she introduced me to her fetish of being peed on her boobs. I asked her how she knew all these things. She confessed she was a porn addict. But she found true happiness when she was able to interact with a real man. She was scared to venture out and said that I was her first lover after her marriage.

The next morning, I took her out shopping and got her sexy outfits and lingerie. We fucked for 2 days and nights. We developed an emotional bond. When we were going down to check out, she squeezed my cock and smooched me in the lift. I promised her that I would visit her whenever I can. We continued our sessions for a year.

Then the Telegu housewife migrated to Dubai and then we drifted apart. I am lonely again and am looking for a housewife with extreme lust and no inhibitions.

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I have a unique and unexpected experience to share, one that I felt was so different that I couldn’t help but share it with you. But who could resist temptation when it presents itself so deliciously? Not I, indeed.

To start the next chapter, I have to mention an incident that happened in college before I broke my virginity.

One day, my college senior, Meera, invited me to her house. She was a day scholar, and I was a hostess.

To say something about Meera, I must mention our first meet-up; she and all her friends gathered us in the empty class, and I was called for casual ragging.

After some basic intro, Meera asked me, “What’s your favourite fruit?”

“Banana,” I replied. The seniors burst into laughter. I understand what they meant, but I act like I don’t.

“Oh really?” Meera continued, smirking. “And what kind of bananas do you like?”

I replied, “I like all bananas, but they must be thick, long, juicy and tasty.” The seniors laughed even harder.

Meera leaned in, clearly enjoying this. “How do you eat a banana?”

I smiled sweetly. “First, I peel off the outer layer. Then, I put it in my mouth and tasted it. Then, I bite gently.”

“How many bananas do you eat?” she asked, suppressing her laughter.

“One every day,” I replied. “They’re just good for health,” I told them.

The seniors laughed even louder, some wiping away tears. Meera’s said. “Let’s be friends. I have to taste the same banana.”

Another senior, with a wicked grin, chimed in, “Have you eaten more than one at a time?”

I replied, “If I’m hungry, I have more than four at a time.”

The laughter turned into a roar, and some seniors doubled over. This conversation continued, but later in the day, I went to Meera and said, “I haven’t tasted the banana you mentioned. But I must like it first if I want to taste it.”

Though Meera is my super senior, I was just a lesser age than her because of a break in my studies. After this, we became close friends. A few weeks later, she told me she had a film I would like, so she invited me to her home.

She told her parents I had come to clarify some doubts about the subject. But the main thing was to see a film that couldn’t be watched with them. After finishing breakfast, she took me to her study room, which is situated in her bedroom.

We settled in the corner of the bed and started to watch that film. In the middle of the film, it had lesbian intimacy.

I felt her hand resting on my chest. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant. I could feel the warmth of her hand seeping through the fabric.

She whispered my name. There was a softness in her tone. Then, she captured my lips with hers. I felt uncertain, not knowing how to respond, but when she pulled back to look at me.

She paused, her breath warm against my cheek. “Do you like it?” she whispered, her voice husky.

I had never kissed a guy until then; I found something good in her kiss. I don’t know why.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “I think I do.”

“Good,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“I’ve never…” I began, but she silenced me with her hands cradling my face.

“Neither I. Just follow my lead. Relax,” she said.

I took a deep breath, and she leaned in again. She deepened the kiss, her tongue gently exploring my mouth. I tried to mimic her movements this time. Her hands travel down my back, pulling me closer.

A soft moan escaped me, surprising us both. She smiled against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak. “See? You’re a natural.”

When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, she looked into my eyes, smiling softly. “How do you feel?”

“Different,” I admitted, a shy smile on my lips. “But good.”

She nodded, her thumb tracing my jawline. “There’s so much more to explore. Are you ready?”

I took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Yes, I’m ready.”

She gently placed her hands on my shoulders, and slowly, her fingers traced a path down to my waist. With a soft yet deliberate motion, she removed my top. Her gaze lingered over me with intensity, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour of my body.

“You are god-gifted, so sexy,” she whispered, as her hand gently cupped my breast over my bra.

I could feel the waves through my body; she asked, “Want to see mine?”

Without waiting for my response, she removed her top, revealing her body in a lacy bra.

She then pushed me back gently until I was lying on the bed.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the exposed skin of my chest, just above the bra. Each kiss was a soft, deliberate caress that left me trembling with desire. Slowly, she moved down, kissing my stomach, her fingers deftly pulling my pants away.

She started kissing my foot, then moved up to my ankle, her lips warm and soft against my skin. Her kisses were slow and deliberate.

As she reached my calf, she trailed a series of kisses along the curve of my leg, her tongue occasionally flicking out to taste my skin. She paused to kiss the back of my knee.

Her lips travelled higher, pressing soft kisses along my inner thigh, inching closer to my most sensitive areas.

When she finally reached there, her breath was hot against my skin. Her eyes met mine.

“Wait for a moment,” she said softly.

She stood up, took a remote, and turned on the music, the loud rhythm filling the room.

She locked eyes with me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips on the floor. Her fingers deftly unhook her bra and let it fall away, revealing her bare breasts.

I just turned to my side to see her moves. I was quite jealous of seeing her bosom.

Her hands then slid down her sides, teasingly slow, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants.

With a fluid, sensual movement, she shimmied out of her pants, letting them drop to the floor, leaving her in just her panties.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly pulled them down her hips, past her thighs, and finally stepped out of them.

Standing before me in all her natural beauty, I took in the sight of her, completely exposed and utterly captivating.

“Come on,” she encouraged gently.

I sat on the bed, my legs stretched out before me. She reached for me, pulling my legs towards the edge of the bed.

As I fished with the clasp of my bra, her hands, with a swift motion, slipped my panties down my legs.

In the hostel, our roommate had always been playfully naked around us. This moment was entirely different.

She whispered. “You are breathtaking.”

“Every curve, every line, of you, it’s all so perfect,” I replied, examining her body.

“What do I do?” she mulled, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I haven’t found any guy of my choice.”

“Neither have I,” I said softly.

A tender smile graced her lips as she suggested, “Let’s enjoy each other’s company until we find a guy of our choice.”

“Lie down,” she whispered.

I did as she asked, lying back on the bed on her side, facing me, my heart racing. What was to come next? She was beside me on the bed.

Her fingers traced the path down to my vulva. The sensation of another girl’s touch was intoxicating, and I felt myself melting into the experience. Her touch grew more insistent, her fingers working magic on it. “Ah,” I moaned, my voice trembling with excitement. “That feels amazing.”

“Let me show you my way,” she whispered, her voice a soft melody in the loud music room.

Her fingers found a rhythm, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made my head spin. The intimacy of the moment, I felt my body responding eagerly, my back arching and my hips pressing against her hand.

Her fingers moved with a delicate precision. She slid her fingers along my folds. The softness of her fingers contrasted with the intensity of my arousal. Every time, she brushed against my clitoris, making my breath hitch and my hips instinctively move closer to her hand.

“Do you like that?” She whispered, her breath warm against my ear. Her voice was a seductive murmur.

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. Please, don’t stop.”

Her fingers moved faster, the pressure increasing just enough to drive me wild. My body felt like it was on fire.

I cried out, my body arching against her hand.

“More,” I pleaded, my voice desperate with need. “Please, more.”

Her fingers moved deeper, faster, hitting spots that made my vision blur with pleasure.

My moans grew louder, my body trembling with the force of the pleasure coursing through me. I could feel myself losing control.

“Oh,” I cried out, my voice breaking with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

The pleasure was indescribable. I felt the coil within me snap, my body shaking with the force.

I screamed her name, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, guiding me down from the height of my climax. As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, I collapsed against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My body felt consumed yet blissfully content.

Every muscle relaxed and pricked with the leftovers of pleasure. She smiled and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I let my hand trail down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Taking a deep breath, I slowly slipped my fingers, seeking the soft, intimate folds of her vulva.

It was my first time exploring another girl, and my movements were cautious. I felt the heat of her arousal against my fingertips. As my fingers gently parted her folds and began to explore, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly towards me.

The sound sent a thrill through my veins.

“Ah,” she moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Like that.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. The way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the way her mouth formed silent words. I continued my slow, deliberate movements.

Her voice is trembling with need. “Go faster. Please.”

Her words were both a request and a plea, urging me to quicken my pace. I adjusted my movements, my fingers moving more confidently now, finding a rhythm that matched the growing urgency in her moans.

“Yes, yes, right there!” Her moans were becoming more urgent, more insistent.

“Faster, faster,” she pleaded, her voice breathless.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, her voice breaking with ecstasy.

“Yes, like that,” she murmured, her breath hitching as I increased the speed and pressure. “Don’t stop.”

I moved my fingers faster, feeling her body respond to my touch, her hips moving in time with my rhythm. The wetness of her arousal coated my fingers, making each movement smoother and more fluid.

I could feel the tension building within her, like a coil tightening. I focused all my attention on her, my fingers working faster and harder, driving her towards the edge. Her moans turned into cries, her body arching against mine.

“Oh!” she cried out. Her body shuddered, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.

“I’m so close,” she said.

As she came down from the peak of her pleasure, her breath came in ragged gasps. I slowed my movements, my fingers gently caressing her as she caught her breath. Her body still trembled slightly.

“That was amazing,” she whispered. “Wow, that was… amazing.”

I never thought my first experience would be with a girl. First, we thought, are we lesbians? But It went wrong when I met a perfect guy whom I met. Later, I used to be with her, as she had not yet made any of her choices.  It was easy for me to meet her and have sex in her room.

As we are girls, no one doubts us in her house. I liked her more than a friend and invited her to my house function. She attended my house function, and when we returned to our college, I thought of getting intimate with her before returning to the hostel.

After our love, I asked her. “I feel something different in you.”

She said nothing at first, but later, what she said shocked me.

“I met the guy of my choice,” she said.

My curiosity tingled in my veins. “Where?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.

“I’ve been with him,” She said softly.

My breath caught in my throat, disbelief washing over me. Now I was on her top and asked, “Where? How?”

“At your home, when you all went for the temple,” she revealed.

“You said you can’t come to the temple,” I asked.

“Yes,” she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I doubted that day itself. Leave it. How? Who?” I muttered.

She said, “You introduced a guy, your old neighbour’s friend.”

I furrowed my brows, trying to process the information. “He’s five years older than us,”

She nodded. “Yes, I liked him,” her gaze searching mine for understanding.

We found it hard to get the guy of our choice in our college; we mainly considered them more secret, but we did not find such. We can’t take such a risk. We both had our Mates out of college. I was lucky compared to her, as I had gotten before her.

I thought I should not introduce him to her and said I had an idea to be intimate with him. When I introduced him, we were talking. In the middle of our conversation, she mentioned she had a headache. I offered her medicine, but she said she needed the medicine she takes regularly.

She asked him if he could get her medicine from a medical shop, and he agreed. He said he had difficulty remembering medicine names and asked if she could accompany him. She went with him. I asked her, “How do you know he will?”

She said, “I gently touched his leg with my foot. He responded in the same way, accepting intimacy with a nod.”

I told her, “I could not approach him, but you simply did it. You both have gone to get condoms. I am such a dumb.”

She nodded, and when I asked her how it was with him, she sighed deeply, her eyes lighting up. “I never imagined it could be like this,” she said, her voice full of awe.

“His touch sets my skin on fire. His lips and fingers work magic, making me tremble. When his cock is inside me, I can feel his power, and each thrust sends shivers through me, leaving me gasping and wanting more. It’s raw, intense, and…”

She continued, “You were right. There’s something magical about a guy’s cock. The way it moves inside me, I can feel every bit of it. It’s like nothing else.”

She spoke softly, but her words painted such clear pictures. Her hands moved gently as she spoke, showing how things happened. I started to feel something strange inside me.

Without even realizing it, my own hands started moving, too, tracing patterns on my body as she talked.

Her eyes sparkled excitedly, and she said she wanted to ride him on his top with his head tied to the cot and make him yell.

I said, “Next month is his birthday. Surprise him then.”

She paused, her expression naughty, “Can we both surprise him?”

“Before that, I need to know if he’s really interested in me,” I told her.

Curious, she asked, “How will you find out?”

With a mischievous smile, I said. “Let me go to my hometown next weekend. I have a plan.”

She asked, “What is it?”

I grinned mysteriously and said, “It’s a secret.”

Now, I have planned my second encounter with him, but I am still resolving his reaction. He used to be a neighbour during my school days, but he shifted after his college graduation. He is a good guy, but what if he ignores my request?

To be continued.

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A warm welcome to all Indian Sex Stories readers. This is Kumar from Bangalore writing once again. Many readers have given me positive feedback. It encourages writers like me to come up with more stories while incorporating suggestions to improve the storytelling.

The story I am sharing today involves a girl I met at a playground. Her name is Simran, and she is from Madhya Pradesh. She came to Bangalore a few years back for her work. She stood at five feet six inches tall with a 34C breast, a pink pussy, and a chocolate brown areola.

In my free time, my friends and I would play badminton for much of the day. Simran was standing and observing one day as the game was coming to a close. Her introverted and reserved demeanour was evident from the fact that I had never seen her in that place before.

I attempted to give her my racquet as the game was coming to a finish, thinking she might be interested in it. She attempted to decline my request. But in the end, she said yes, and we began to play. She grew closer to me as the days went by, to the point where we never missed a weekend of visiting one another.

After about a week, her roommate had to spend fifteen days in her hometown owing to some urgent work. I was able to see Simran’s apartment. Whenever I had free time, I would hang out there.

It seems that both of us found the movie we were viewing on the second day following her roommate’s departure to be dull. We became bored after an hour and decided to play truth or dare. When I opted for the truth, she asked me with ease, “What would you do if I asked you to get something?”

I tried to avoid the situation by responding with nonsense since I was shocked and temporarily lost my mind, but I really cared about our friendship at the time. I was not going to screw anything up.

My response appeared to disappoint Simran. In an attempt to encourage her to agree once more, I asked, “What would you do if I got condoms? Who doesn’t want to get laid with a hottie?”

She responded by taking my hand and putting it inside her pants! Her underwear felt completely wild to me. She responded, “That would be my answer.”

I hurried to the supermarket right away and purchased a three-count condom pack. When I entered Simran’s room, the dim light was on. She was standing there completely nude with a butt plug in her ass!

Allow me to introduce you to Simran. At that time, she was twenty-six years old, and she had flesh at the places where a man would want it. Her skin was neither dark nor fair, nor was she dusky.

I became really pleased when I saw that my introverted friend was wearing only a butt plug. Simran gave me a tight hug and began kissing me. I was massaging her boobs with my hands during our nearly 20-minute kiss. I got to play with 34-sized breasts for the first time.

I then inquired as to whether she intended for me to give orders or whether she intended to take the lead. She responded, “Make me your bitch, rip my pussy apart.” She said this in Hindi, and I am writing it in English for a better understanding of all readers.

I gave her a spanking so hard that her butt plug slipped off while I listened to what she had to say! I shoved her onto the bed while she cried out in pain. In an instant, I was completely nude, falling onto the bed next to her. Simran took my 5.5-inch dick and began to play with it with her hands.

She then peeled back the foreskin and gave my penis a strong rub. Even though it hurt, the experience was enjoyable. There was some pre cum already. Simran took it in her fingers and then licked it in a sexy way. The attractive female then sat down next to me and began to lick my dick.

She was an intense individual who focused on every inch of my penis, sucking it in the most exquisite way I had ever experienced. Simran began massaging her boobs on my dick after spitting on them. I felt like I could burst out at any moment.

After that, I assumed control and pushed her away. I took one of her dupattas, blinded her, and tied her hands to the bedpost. On one of the room’s tables, she had a jar of Nutella. After getting hold of it, I took it out and began to apply it all over her vagina.

I then began to lick her pussy. She had her orgasm in about five minutes, having been highly excited. Suddenly, all of the delicious Nutella tasted salty. By the way, I really enjoyed the taste. Then I told her to wash up herself. She went to wash and came back.

That left us with only the final act, and the bitch in her recognized I needed to get my penis more erect. She went back to sucking it. After a while, my shy friend remarked, “Fuck my pussy and make me your whore.” While putting on the incredibly thin condom over my dick.

At first, I wanted to see her move comfortably, so we were positioned in a missionary position. She made this moaning sound, which I can still hear as I write this, as I insert my penis. I had never heard of it before, and the mere thought of it now makes my dick hard even now.

As my shy friend was screaming out all the swear words in Hindi, I penetrated her.

Next, we attempted the scissors position, but it didn’t work. She began to moan loudly as we moved to the doggy position. Although we were concerned that our neighbours might overhear us, we had no intention of stopping.

At last, Simran experienced her climax, and I followed suit. She wanted me to come all over her and also her in her mouth, so she was a little down. I had assumed she might not enjoy it, so I wasn’t prepared for this. However, things ended happily for both of us.

And we had so much fun after that day. If anyone is interested, then you can ask me.

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‘TMKOC: The end! – Part 1’ ke baad Babita Gokuldham society ki mahila mandal ko call karti hai. Babita puri Mahila mandal ko bata deti hai kaise woh aur Tapu pati-patni ki tarah reh rahe hai.

Komal: Arre waah Babita. Tera sahi hai. Mera toh haathi ka shareer le kar ghoomta hai aur aujaar chiti jaisa. Pata nahi main kab sex enjoy kar paungi?

Babita: Komal, tu Jethalal se chudwa le. Daya bhabhi bhi nahi hai.

Komal: Kya idea diya hai Babita. Waise bhi jabse tu Gokuldham chhod ke gayi hai, bechaare Jethalalji bhi udaas rehte hai. Thoda cheer up kar dungi.

Mahila mandal ki jam kar baate hoti hai sex ke baare mein. Call khatam hone ke baad Komal thaan leti hai ki woh aaj sex kar ke hi rahegi, woh bhi Jethalal ke saath.

Komal Jethalal ko call kar ke dinner ke liye invite karti hai aur khaane mein dher saari cheeje banaati hai. Komal Dr. Haathi ko seher ke dusre kone mein patient ka ilaaj karne bhej deti hai.

Komal apne aap ko Jethalal se chudwaane ke liye taiyaar bhi ho jati hai. Woh shirf gulabi nightie pehenti hai, andar kuchh bhi nahi.

Jethalal shaam saat baje Komal bhabhi ke ghar aata hai aur Komal uska thanda juice ke glass ke saath welcome karti hai. Jethalal andar aata hai aur kehta hai, “Komal bhabhi, Haathi bhai kidhar hai? Aur aap bohot sexy lag rahe hai!”

“Oh come on Jethaji. Aap bhi na. Ab Hans patient dekhne gaye hai. Aaiye na saath milkar dinner karte hai.”

Komal Jethalal ko dining table par bithati hai aur khana parosti hai.

“Jethaji, aapke ghar par chicken nahi banta toh maine aapke liye mera special chicken banaya hai.”

“Waah, kya leg piece hai. Ek dum mota aur juicy!”

“Leg piece toh aapko mera bhi milega, Jethaji,” Komal Jethalal ko apne haatho se chicken khilati hai.

Dono bhar pet khana khaate hai aur Jethalal ki dakaar bhi nikalti hai.

“Chaliye Komal bhabhi, khaane ke liye thankyou. Ab main chalta hoon.”

“Ruk jaaiye! Itna khana khaya hai, thodi excercise bhi kar lijiye. Mere bedroom mein ek special excercise machine bhi hai.”

“Hain! Dikhaiye toh!”

Komal Jethalal ko apne bedroom mein le jaati hai aur kehti hai, “Jethaji, ye bed hai. Ispe hum dono nanga ho kar sex karenge. Calories bhi burn hogi, thoda timepass bhi hoga aur romance bhi badhega.”

“Lekin Komal bhabhi…”

“Agar aapne mujhe nahi choda toh main bapuji ko bata dungi ki aapne mera chicken khaya, fir woh aapki aise haalat karenge ki zindagi bhar sex nahi kar paayega tu.”

“Thik hai Komal bhabhi. Lekin sirf ek baar…”

“Chal gale lag ja, meri baby.”

Komal Jethalal ko daba daba ke hug karti hai aur kiss bhi karti hai. Jethalal ka lund bhi khada ho jaata hai. Komal apni nightie utaarti hai aur dono mote sex karne lagte hai.

Jethalal Komal ke bhosade ke andar apna lund daalta hai aur andar bahar karne lagta hai. Jethalal ki tharak usse Komal bhi sexy lagne lagi thi. Komal aur Jethalal ne apni saalo ki pyaas ko pura kiya.

Ek ghante tak dono ne khub sex kiya. Fir dono ne jaldbaji mein apne kapde pehne aur Komal Jethalal ko chhodne bahar aayi. Baahar aa kar dekha ki Dr. Haathi bacha kucha khana khaa rahe the.

Dr. Haathi Komal aur Jethalal ko iss haalaat mein dekh kar chauk gaye. Unhone kaha, “Komal, tum Jethalal ke saath sex kar rahi thi na?” Jethalal khushi se bol pada, “Dr. Haathi sahi baat hai!”

Yeh suun kar Dr Haathi ki duniya hill gayi, unko heart attack aa gaya. Komal aur Jethalal jaldi hi Dr Haathi ko ambulance mein bitha kar hospital le gaye. Hospital pohochte hi Dr Haathi ko dead declare kar diya gaya.

Hospital ke doctor ne bataya ki Haathi ko cholestrol ki wajah se blockage hui aur heart attack hua hoga. Lekin asliyat toh Komal aur Jethalal hi jaante hai. Dono Gokuldham wasio ko dukh khabri dete hai aur woh sab Dr. Haathi ki antim kriya karne mein lag jaate hai.

Tapu sena Dr. Haathi ki antim kriya bohot acchhe se organize karti hai. Smashaan se sab Gokuldham society laute hai toh Jethalal aur Komal bhabhi ek hi rickshaw mein laute hai.

Komal kehti hai, “Jethalal, ab Hans nahi raha aur Daya bhabhi bhi nahi hai. Toh kyun na hum ek saath rehne lage? Main tujhe roj achha khana khilaungi aur hum bedroom mein khoob masti to karenge hi.”

“Komal, Tu khana toh achha pakati hai. Main tujhe nahi chod paunga. Jab bhi tere paas aaunga mujhe Dr Haathi ka woh heart attack yaad aayega. Meri maan toh hume ab humari prem kahani yahi chhod deni chahiye.” Komal Jethalal ki baato se agree karti hai.

Agle din savere Gokuldham society mein hungama ho jata hai. Taarak aur Anjali ka bada jhagda ho jata hai. Dono jor jor se ek dusre par chilla rahe hote hai. Jethalal jo Taarak Mehta ka param mitra hai, maamla suljaane unke ghar chale jaata hai.

Anjali kehti hai, “Jethabhai, apne param mitra ko samjaaaiye mein unhe diet food unhi ki helth ke liye de rahi hoon. Dekha na kaise Dr. Haathi ko heart attack aa gaya.”

“Anjali, maut toh kabhi bhi aa sakti hai. Khana kaho aur life enjoy karo.”

Jethalal dono ko shaant karta hai aur kehta hai, “Mere paas ek sotulion hai. Kya main Komal bhabhi ko bula sakta hoon?”

“Ji bulaiye!”

Jethalal Komal ko bulata aur woh thodi hi der me Mehta ke ghar aati hai.

Jethalal kehta hai, “Ab aap sab meri baat dhyaan se suniye. Mehta saheb chahate hai unhe swaadist khana mile, barabar. Komal bhabhi kisi ko swadist khana bana kar khilana chahati hai. Lekin Dr. Haathi ab nahi rahe, baraabar. Anjali bhabhi aap kisi ko diet food khila kar us par apna control karna chahti ho baraabar?”

Sab ek saath mil kar “haaaa” bolte hai.

“Toh dosto mera solution ye hai ki Mehta saheb aur Komal bhabhi aap dono saath mein rehne lago aur ek dusre ko khilaate haro, aish karo. Aur main aaapke liye qurbaani dene ke liye taiyaar hoon. Main kahunga Anjali bhabhi ke haath ka diet food. Bolo ye sauda manzoor hai?”

Mehta saheb kehte hai, “Kya idea diya hai Jethalal. Mujhe manzoor hai.” Komal bhi khushi se kehti hai, “Mujhe bhi manzoor hai, lekin Taarak, mere saath sex bhi karna hoga.”

“Kar lenge Komal darling.”

Anjali kehti hai, “Thik hai fir main bhi Jethalal ko diet food bhi khilaungi aur roj unke saath sex bhi karungi.”

Komal kehti hai, “Toh deal pakki? Issi baat pe main Taarak ko bhajiya khilaungi apne haatho se.”

Anjali bhi Jethalal ko kiss karti hai aur kehti hai, “Jethalal main abhi tere liya salad laati hoon. Fir hum sex bhi karenge.”

“Kyu na hum do jodi saath me kare?”

“Achha idea hai, main Abdul se condom aur vaseline mangwati hoon.”

Thodi hi der main Abdul condom aur vaseline lata hai aur muskura kar Taarak ko dete hue kehta hai, “Mehta saheb, aap condom use karoge toh bachcha kaise hoga?”

Taarak gusse main kehta hai, “Abdul, chup chap chale ja barna tijhe hi chod dunga.”

Anjali aur Komal ne apne naye sex partners ke liye taiyari kar li thi. Jaha Taarak aur Komal ka sex 15-minute main khatam ho gaya, Anjali aur Jethalal ka sex chalta hi raha aur chalta hi raha.

Anjali aur Jethalal aise ek dusre ko chod rahe the jaise saalo ka affair ho. Finally, dono ne sex khatam kiya aur kapde pehen liye. Charo ne mil kar ye decide kiya ki Jethalal Daya ko divorce karega aur Anjali se shaadi karega.

Taarak Anjali se divorce kar ke Komal se shaadi karega. Sab apne apne ghar chale jaate hai bas Komal Taarak ko apne saath le jati hai. Jethalal kehta hai ki woh bapuji ko ye baat batakar waapas aayega.

Anticipation hung heavy in the air as Reena (43) meticulously packed her bags for the long-awaited mountain vacation. The past 3 months had been dedicated to planning every intricate detail of the trip, from her carefully selected wardrobe to the idyllic spots they would visit. It was an escape, a reprieve from the relentless stress of daily life, and she clung to the hope that this journey would reignite a spark that had been extinguished for too long.

Dev (45), her husband of two decades, also held expectations for the trip. It was meant to be a chance to mend what he had shattered over years of financial instability, alcohol addiction, and a slew of embarrassing incidents.

Dev’s inability to provide a reliable source of income had cast a perpetual shadow over their marriage. The darkness deepened with his long-standing struggle against alcohol, a vice that had tarnished his reputation and undermined his health. The stain on their family’s honor, brought about by two separate incidents where Dev had been accused of inappropriate advances toward other women, was a constant reminder of his shortcomings.

For the past 5 years, Dev had been making attempts to turn his life around, to undo the damage he’d wrought. But the guilt weighed on him, and he knew that even his best efforts couldn’t erase the scars he’d left behind.

However, that fateful morning, just one week before their planned departure, Dev faced the Herculean task of informing his wife Reena that their vacation, which was supposed to be a couple’s retreat in the truest sense, was canceled! A construction project he had recently undertaken, fuelled by his desperate quest for a steady income, had suffered unexpected setbacks. Without his immediate attention, their hard-earned investment would go up in smoke.

Reena, known for her fiery temper and her constant emasculation of Dev, erupted in a storm of fury upon receiving the unfortunate news. She berated her husband for his failures, hurling every disappointment and frustration at her loser husband. Dev, ever the emasculated husband, wilted under her tirade, his sense of worth dwindling with every cutting word.

Desperation and the fear of losing his wife’s love led Dev to notice Prakhar (26), his elder brother’s son, taking a stroll nearby. Dev called out to him as a last resort. Explaining the situation, he asked if Prakhar would consider taking his aunty Reena on the trip which he readily agreed to.

Initially hesitant, Reena was caught between her desire for a break from the monotony and the realization that this vacation was meant to be a couple’s retreat. It involved all the married couples from Dev’s work like a group mini honeymoon. But the prospect of traveling with her nephew Prakhar, who since long have had her fondness due to his caring nature and the stark contrast he presented to her husband’s failings, made her agree to the proposition.

The day of departure arrived, and Reena and Prakhar joined the rest of the group. There was an undeniable air of tension. Reena couldn’t shake her initial unease about the unconventional arrangement. But Prakhar’s reassuring presence by her side eased her concerns.

As they settled into the journey, Reena noticed a stark contrast between how the group treated him and how they had treated Dev. The once-dismissive glances were replaced by warm smiles and genuine interest in his stories. His age, significantly younger than most of the group, didn’t deter him. In fact, it became evident that he was one of the strongest and most energetic men among them.

As the day unfolded, Prakhar’s youthful exuberance and vitality were on full display. He effortlessly carried luggage, assisted with setting up tents, and even led an impromptu game of volleyball that had everyone laughing. Reena couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in traveling as his partner.

That night, as they settled into their shared sleeping arrangements, Reena felt surprisingly at ease sharing a bed with Prakhar. It was a sign of the growing comfort and friendship that had developed between them over the past two days. As they lay side by side under the starry sky, their hearts opened up to the possibilities of this journey.

The first two days had been a transformative experience for Reena and Prakhar. The absence of Dev and presence of Prakhar’s youthful charm was setting her up like she’d never felt before. As they arrived in Manali, they checked into a charming resort nestled amid lush greenery. The place was a paradise, surrounded by snow-capped mountains and a serene river flowing nearby. It was the perfect setting for a romantic vacation.

Reena found herself irresistibly drawn to her nephew. But slowly, her attraction grew more physical than emotional. She couldn’t help but notice his boyish charm mixed with a dominant personality. Her heart fluttered when she caught sight of his toned physique or when their bodies accidentally brushed against each other. Ironically, she was turning out to be receiving his least attention while other women succeeded in finding novel excuses to steal him away. Even though Reena deemed her right over him superior to all others, she felt uncomfortable exercising it. This strange turn of events weirdly made Reena look at her nephew with even more desire.

It was a sunny day in Manali and the group ventured out to explore the local markets. They had two days left before leaving for Kasoli. The group was engaged in shopping for their loved ones back home. Reena, while engaged in the market haggle, suddenly realized the absence of Prakhar. While her eyes looked for him, she found Meera approaching her. Meera was accompanied by her husband. Both were done shopping and thinking of returning back to the resort.

That was when she received her nephew’s call informing her that Pooja had taken him to shop some dresses for herself. Her husband had apparently chosen to stay back at the resort and relax. Reena was upset and annoyed at Prakhar’s absolute lack of boundaries.

Prakhar sensed his chachi’s emotions for a couple of days. Empathizing, he requested her to wait for him as Pooja and himself were on their way back.

A few minutes later, Pooja returned with Prakhar joining the group. She had her hands full with bags. Gleefully apologizing to Reena for stealing her “little nephew”, she expressed her gratitude for him being such a “good boy”.

Saying this, she planted a deep kiss on Prakhar’s cheek while giving him a tight hug. A few of her bags fell down which she hardly cared about, and planted another series of deep kisses on his face!

Reena, though seething with anger, feigned laughter. Prakhar’s eye fell upon the mehendi artist nearby. He looked at Reena who was already staring at the lipstick mark on his face. Oblivious to the lipstick mark, he beseeched his aunt to get her hands done too. She gave him a smoldering look and then looked away.

Sensing his aunt’s feelings, Prakhar leaned into her ears and implored her again. He pressed a bag against her conveying that she was about to receive a gift. If nothing else, this was sure to melt her heart which showed as her thick sensual lips parted for a smile.

Before agreeing to his request, she motioned him to wipe his face. When he realized what his aunt meant, Prakhar being the mischievous brat, pulled her dupatta, wiped his cheeks clean, leaned in, and planted a series of deep kisses on his aunt’s cheeks.

Everyone around them took notice and suddenly feigned ignorance. Reena, though being put in a precarious situation, felt more delighted at the turn of events, than embarrassed. The shy smile spread across her face showed clearly how much she loved it. She surrendered her hands to the artist as her heart surrendered to her nephew’s sudden display of affection.

Reena didn’t have to look at Pooja to know she had been shown her place. The proud woman, glanced deeply into the eyes of her young fancy, as he reassured her of her status.

The rest of the day went uneventful for the group as they returned back and relaxed around the pool area. The same could not be said for the aunt-nephew couple. As Reena had to keep the mehendi on for a few hours, her paramour was keeping her constant company taking care of her every need.

She was enjoying this pampering nephew as much as he was enjoying his infatuated chachi. He was over the clouds by how open his chachi had become to his advances. The kisses Prakhar had planted at the mehendi shop were nothing if not sexual. Seeing his chachi smiling shyly right after he showered her plump cheek with long luscious smooches, had awakened the sleeping animal in him. All the sleeping desires he had fostered for his uncle’s mate, had surfaced.

Prakhar was restive for the night to come. His restlessness showed as his hands had already started intruding into her personal space. He left no chance to get touchy with her. He would hold her hands and help her get up or sit down. His hands would occasionally graze against her naked waist, not always unintentionally.

Reena wasn’t unaware of the advances either. She was drowning in the attention of this fine young man. Her heart had been aching for all this while. She wanted to savor each touch as it sent shrill down her spine. He had started showering her with praise and telling her how beautiful she looked.

She liked to act shy every time her nephew praised her because as soon as she would drop her head hiding her blushed cheeks, her sweetheart would lean in and plant a couple more smooches on her blushed-out cheek. His kisses were becoming less and less of smooches and more like tasting her flesh. Sometimes, he would lick her face and then gently nibble on them. It was like a lion cleaning off the skin before devouring his hunt’s fresh meat.

As the night approached and the dinner came to an end, everyone retired to their room. The aunt dawdled towards their room as her hungry nephew held her hands imploring her to match his pace. As the room came closer, the implications started to become real in her head. Was she really going to go forward with this? Was this the night she would cross the “Lakshman Rekha” of her marriage?

Her suitor had no patience left as they entered their cave. As Prakhar turned to lock the door, Reena quickly moved into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Prakhar couldn’t catch what his aunt was mumbling as she entered the bathroom and so decided to set the mood for the sinful night to come.

Dimming the lights in the room, he changed into his shorts and t-shirt, and started browsing the internet on his phone. Reena was taking more than usual time to come out which he took as she was getting ready for him. On the other side of the door, this housewife was facing the biggest dilemma of her life. Was she to return to her hell of a life, or should she let herself experience the energy of desires of this bull of a man waiting outside?

Should she treat this night as a one-night stand? But how would that be possible with this beast around her all the time? If she couldn’t control herself now, would she ever be able to control herself around him? What if she did not? Could she trust him with this?

Should she just let him decide her fate? He definitely had proven to be the only man in her life who could do that. He definitely had been the only man who made her feel like a woman in ages.

Reena didn’t have a single clear thought in her mind. After spending 10 minutes with her confusion, she decided to step out. She definitely did not know what she wanted, but she had an irrational level of trust in this man.

As she opened the door interestingly, she heard her husband. Prakhar had called him and was having a chat on speakerphone. He continued with his chat while his amused chachi sat beside him on the bed. He handed over the phone to her as he excused himself to the washroom.

As the husband-wife continued with a little chit-chat, Reena inquired about his work and stuff. Dev informed her about the help he received from a contractor who turned out to be one of Prakhar’s friends and therefore personally took care of his business. He expressed how lucky he was feeling to have such a nephew.

Further, he asked her about how her colleagues had been treating them given he and his colleagues didn’t share good chemistry together. He was glad to know that Prakhar was able to gel well with them and was making his wife have a good time. He was asking her to keep close to Prakhar as his colleagues didn’t always have good intentions at heart. To keep close to Prakhar and follow his words would make sure she was safe.

By this time, Prakhar had returned from the bathroom. Hearing his uncle’s advice to his wife, Prakhar jokingly complained that his chachi wasn’t really being very obedient to him. Dev, carrying the joke forward, suggested that Prakhar should punish his chachi as he deemed fit given he was her protector at the place. To this, they all laughed.

Reena was enjoying this banter and light time after a long time. But more than that, she enjoyed listening to others talk about this young bull sitting beside her. She was proud to be with him. His hands had started roaming on her thighs over her saree, turning her on again.

As the jokes between her husband and what looked like was going to be her lover for the nights to come, continued, she jokingly complained to her husband as to how even though she had been such an obedient girl, her nephew was spending more time here with other peoples’ wives than his own uncle’s wife.

Although Dev felt embarrassed hearing something like that coming from his wife’s mouth, he wasn’t much of a man to point that out right away. Prakhar’s hand was now roaming freely on his aunt’s naked waist. The pallu of her saree had fallen down and Reena’s one hand was caressing her breast gently as the heat kept rising. Her breasts were heaving up and down heavily now.

Prakhar wasn’t aware of his chachi’s situation as neither could he see her face nor her breast because she was lying with her back towards him while talking with her husband.

Upon hearing the embarrassing complaint from his wife, Dev tried to salvage the conversation by saying something, just when Prakhar interrupted him by telling him not to worry, as from now on, he was going to take care of Dev’s wife as if she was his own wife.

This was even more embarrassing for both the husband and wife. Reena laughed loudly in an attempt to salvage the situation. Her husband was in no situation to respond other than laughing himself. He was offended deeply by how Prakhar expressed himself. But he was not going to upset his wife over it as it had been so long since she was talking so happily with him.

So they continued the conversation further when Prakhar said that he had to go out as the guys from the group planned to have a short table tennis match night. Reena was amused as she never heard of such a plan. Nevertheless, Prakhar bid his uncle good night and asked his chachi to lock the door behind him.

Then he moved out of the bed while signaling her to follow him. A bemused Reena followed him with a puzzled look on her face. Reaching the door, Prakhar opened it briefly before loudly shutting it without exiting. He then locked the door as he locked his gaze with his confused chachi.

Interestingly, a curious Dev voiced his curiosity, “Is he gone?”

Reena looked at her soon-to-be-lover questioningly as he nodded at her, smiling mischievously.

“Yes, I locked the door” answered Reena, still puzzled but now a bit curious as to what was in the plan for her. She heard her husband break on the other side of the phone as he started telling her how much he loved her and how much he was missing her.

Reena would have been touched by the flood of sentiments her husband was sharing, if only her supple waist and her ample breasts were not being manhandled by her husband’s nephew.

In the next few moments, her cub had stepped behind this milf as she rested her weight against his manly chest, enjoying his rough palm rubbing all over her lustrous skin, fondling each sensitive spot on her body, one by one.

Over the phone, Dev kept professing his love for his wife while his wife’s luscious body was being disrobed by his inflamed nephew! In the next few minutes, Reena’s saree lay on the floor as her new lover carried her to his bed and tossed her flat on her stomach. He looked lecherously at the unchaste milf lying before him, listening to her husband cry his heart out to her as she let herself be mauled by his nephew.

Prakhar’s hands slithered along Reena’s silky legs. Those hands traveled inside her skirt and grabbed her meaty ass. He started rubbing those silky smooth pieces of meat when he felt the heat radiating from in between her thighs. His temperature was already raised, as he grabbed her panty. Supporting her weight on one hand and with one pull of the other, he had his slut of an aunt, fully prepared to be mounted by her stallion.

As Reena realized how quickly the situation backdoor had escalated, she reached behind herself, hoping to slow things down. She was introduced to the fact of how far the things had gone, her hand was greeted by the massive hard-on, her toy boy was ready to penetrate her with.

Unaccepting her attempt to slow things down, Prakhar forced both hands above her head where he pinned them with one hand. He leaned in as his mouth grabbed his aunt’s neck where he started sucking her. Then he guided his burning rod to the forbidden pussy of his own chachi as he prepared to invade her. He was listening to his uncle begging for forgiveness while his wife shamelessly arched her ass, desperately trying to knead her lover’s cock! This was making him impassioned beyond measure.

Reena had submitted to her desires. It was getting impossible for her to control her reactions anymore. The streams of kisses bombarded her neck and threw her off the limit as moans started emanating from her mouth. The moans which started too feeble soon started to become louder as her new mate started to probe further, rubbing his hard-on on her dripping pussy. Soon, the moans started reaching to her husband’s ears which he interpreted as being a sign of his wife’s arousal due to his love-confessions.

Dev was now saying sweet things to his wife. Listening to her moans and groans, he assumed she must be fingering herself. He started telling her how much he desired her and what he wanted to do to her once she was back.

This encouraged his nephew who had mounted his wife’s ass, to conquer her forbidden territory. A shrill shriek left her throat as Reena’s new owner started to invade her. For the first time in her life, her pussy was being stretched this much! Her boy-toy had a member at least twice as thick as her husband’s.

Dev’s concerned voice questioned the loud shriek he just heard. Unfortunately for him, his wife was too engrossed in something else to answer his concerns. She was moaning in pleasure again as the rhythmic motion of her lover was giving her pleasures beyond her comprehension.

With each push, Prakhar moved deeper and deeper into his chachi. It was not long before he was balls deep inside her ripe body. He started gyrating his dick inside her body sending waves of pleasure across every single nerve. Prakhar’s rhythms and the moans of his new squeeze had got into a rhythm.

On the other end of the phone, Dev happily assumed that his dirty talk was working on his loyal wife and kept on encouraging her to moan louder and louder as it was turning him on too.

As the build-up continued, Reena got more and more desperate. Expletives started leaving her mouth. In the start, they were too feeble for anyone to hear. But as they grew louder, even Dev on the phone heard the mother of his children beg,

“FUCK ME..”

“Aaaaaaaaahhh..”

Dev heard the last of his wife before the call got disconnected. He frustratingly tried calling her repeatedly, but all he got was that the phone had been switched off. Despondent, he called on Prakhar’s phone. He tried him a few times but when the phone didn’t get received. He thought that his nephew must be busy in the game. Thinking of checking up on them later in the night, he carried on alone.

On the other end of the line and after turning off her phone, Reena turned her head to look at her lover. The fire in his eyes made her feel so weak in front of him. Prakhar could see the surrender in her eyes. While her ass kept arching and gyrating to match his rhythm, nothing in her seemed to be within her control.

Her face was flushed. Sweat trickled down her arched neck and her mouth drooled spit, some of which was falling on the pillow making a thread. He leaned in. Her hungry mouth opened in anticipation as their lips sealed.

The chachi and her bhatija were kissing each other for the very first time. Prakhar’s hands slid down her back, grazing her waist, they rested on her bare buttocks.

As the tongues of this new couple explored each other’s mouths, below the waist their mating ritual had started.

The cub had firmly established his position by supporting his weight on his feet. He had taken extra support by grabbing onto his cougar’s ass. With this position firmly established, the new male was mating with his female with rapidly increasing vigor.

By then the room was filled with the sound of Prakhar’s balls and thighs, slapping against his chachi’s naked arse.

For the next seemingly endless time, Reena was being fucked by her husband’s nephew. Every thrust inside her, felt like she was about to faint any time. The thrusts had peaked their intensity and so had the couple’s pleasure.

Before she knew it, Prakhar had grabbed Reena’s back, and with his grip rough like an animal he started pumping his seed deep into his chachi’s womb. As she felt spurt after spurt of hot thick cream hitting her cervix and filling her up, Reena screamed in pleasure achieving her biggest orgasm ever.

They enjoyed this union as long as it lasted after which Prakhar’s cock slid out of his lover’s dripping pussy. He lay on hugging his freshly formed milf. As the pleasure subsided, the couple turned to each other. Engulfing each other in a loving embrace, this newly formed couple caressed each other, kissing and rubbing to prepare themselves for the night to come.