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Hey everyone, this is the continuation of my previous story (link on top). So, if you haven’t read the first part, I suggest you complete that first for better understanding.

For new readers, I am from Kathmandu, Nepal and I am, in my sense, a good-looking fellow. So if there are any single ladies or married people who just want to enjoy themselves, you can also contact me, especially from any part of Nepal.

I was stunned as I opened the message. It was my neighbour’s daughter Anamika on her knees as she took that four-inch dick into her mouth. She was sucking it perfectly, but her mouth still seemed empty and who better to fill her mouth than me, I thought. I needed to find a way so that I could fill her mouth as it was meant to be filled and show her what it meant to be fucked.

Me: Is that the only dick you have seen?

Anamika: Yes, I lost my virginity to him.

Me: Virginity? I don’t think a prick like that could have broken your hymen.

Anamika: Ohh, that was a prick, show me what a dick should be like then.

I was already having a hard time controlling my boner and this conversation was not helping me a bit. Then I took out my boner and clicked it. Let me tell you guys about myself. I have a 6-inch dick, but my girth has always compensated for what my length might have lacked and I have never sent a girl home unsatisfied.

Me: I can show you what a real dick looks like. But what will I get in return? (I had to do something so that I could create a more steamy video with her than her cardio buddy).

Anamika: I already sent my video to you.

Me: Yes, but what fun will the video of you sucking somebody else gonna do and frankly, your lips will look better on my dick.

Anamika: You can only dream of my lips.

I needed to tempt my neighbour’s daughter, so I sent her the dick pic to see her reaction. The message was opened and then there was no reply from her. Maybe I overplayed my hand, and thinking with my dick wasn’t probably the best idea too. It had been 5 minutes and there was no reply. It might be a failure and the dry spell might have been too strong, I thought.

Then my mobile’s notification rang again. It was a video. I opened the video and there she was, inside the bathroom. She was slowly stripping nude, first her tank top, and then I saw her perfect little boobs which had been attenuated by the push-up bra she was wearing. She was looking so perfect and her waist would have been perfect in between my two hands. Then she slowly unhooked her bra and there were the perfect little perky boobs which were the perfect size for my hand. She had pink nipples which I hadn’t expected by her complexion and she slowly started playing with her nipples which started to stiffen under her hand.

I couldn’t control it anymore and let the monster out of my cage and slowly started stroking it. Anamika’s nipples were puffy and how great would it be to leave my teeth marks on it? Then my neighbour’s daughter licked her fingers and slowly started going down to her nether area. She was wearing shorts and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

She then pushed her hands inside her shorts and started playing with her pussy. I could only see the outline of her hand moving inside her shorts and I could see her biting her lips to suppress the moan. There were sweat drops that slowly dropped from her head towards her waist and it went inside her belly button. And then the video stopped. There was another message from her:

Anamika: Look, what the picture of your dick just did to me (with a wink emoji).

Me: We might be able to change the photo into a real one.

Anamika: And how will we be able to do that?

Me: You know I am home alone all day tomorrow and you just live downstairs.

Anamika: Aren’t you going too fast, mister?

Me: That’s my specialty, faster and harder. But I will take all my time exploring you though.

Anamika: And what will you do, that hasn’t already been done to me?

Me: I will give you the remaining inches your pussy desires, darling.

Anamika: Hmm, that sounds interesting.

I needed to tempt her more. I knew I was gonna fuck her sooner or later. But I wanted it to be sooner rather than later. So I wanted to tempt her even more. I had a video of eating pussy, so I searched for it and sent it to her.

Me: You can hear her moaning at the top of her lungs and the sounds of me eating pussy mixed with the moaning and panting was hot as hell.

Anamika: Are you alone at night too? (My plan was finally working.)

Me: Yeah, definitely.

Anamika: Okay then, how should we meet?

Me: We can go out somewhere in the evening and return at night as nobody will notice and you can just make an excuse to stay out.

Anamika: I will let you know tomorrow morning. I need to go now Arohi might get suspicious.

Me: See you tomorrow then (wink emoji).

I went to ISS website again and searched for a story that was related to fucking your neighbor as I needed to subside my boner or I might get blue balls. I knew I needed to be in top shape for tomorrow. I had some more devilish plans as I always thought I would be fucking Anamika’s sister Arohi. But as fate has it, I might be opening the door tomorrow for countless possibilities!

I found a nice story and then jerked off while thinking of my plans for Anamika’s sister Arohi the next day.

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So, the continuation of this story will come after a while. Please forgive me for my writing errors and don’t forget to leave some feedback. I am mostly active in hangouts and I also reply to mail.

You can give me feedback on my email [email protected] and any girl or woman willing to have good times or just share secrets can also reach out to me. I am ready for ONS, NSA, and FWB in Kathmandu. I will maintain complete secrecy and confidentiality.

Hi Friends, Back again with another story and this time, it is not my own experience. But a real experience of a chat friend. I will be using fake names for the story. Let’s hear it from the words of Kartik himself.

I’m Kartik, a 35-year-old married male working in Bangalore. I’m from Tamilnadu and have been here in Bangalore for some time. My wife is a housewife. The incident that I’m going to narrate happened just before COVID-19 started and is continuing whenever we get a chance.

Let me introduce the heroine of this story. Her name is Dharani, and she is 39 now. She is married and has 2 kids. She is also working in the IT field in Chennai. In Feb 2020, Dharani had to attend a 20-day training program in Bangalore, which her company arranged.

Though the company provided accommodation, she decided to stay at our house. She wanted to take her younger kid also with her. The kid was 1 year old at that time. We were living in a 1 BHK home at that time. So me and my wife used to sleep in the bedroom. Dharani and her kid used to sleep in the hall.

Me and my wife didn’t have sex since Dharani was home. On the 3rd day, I convinced my wife that I couldn’t stay without sex for 20 days straight. I need it today, for sure. We ended up having sex that day. We have a habit of using some bad words in Tamil while having sex.

It looked like Dharani, who woke up in the moans of my wife, ended up hearing the words. I was not aware of it that day, but I got to know it a little later.

Dharani’s office was on the way to my office on the outer ring road. So we used to go together in the morning. I would drop by her office, and then I head back to my office. Considering the heavy traffic in Bangalore, we get a lot of time to chit-chat, but nothing sexual.

One day, while returning from the office, one of my colleagues also wanted me to drop her. She sat in the front seat, and on the way, I picked Dharani. My colleague is a little modern and is very talkative. That day, my colleague was wearing a knee-length skirt and a shirt.

After dropping her, Dharani came and sat in the front seat next to me.

Dharani: You flirted a lot with that girl.

Me: When a woman starts flirting, why should I stop it?

I smiled.

Dharani: Is this how women in Bangalore usually dress?

Looks like Dharani got a little jealous of that colleague of mine.

Me: Yeah, what’s wrong with that?
Dharani: Nothing wrong with that, just asked. In Chennai, only a very few female colleagues wear such types of dresses.

Me: Why don’t you try it? It will look good on you.

Dharani: (with a discouraging tone) That’s the only thing left in life.

Me: If someone wears and tempts me, I wont just flirt. I will fuck her also (Ipdi dress potutu vantha kadala mattuma, avalayum poduven.)

After saying this I realized I made a mistake and started saying sorry to Dharani. She didn’t speak with me for a few minutes and then said.

Dharani: Yeah, I know you can and will do it.

I was shocked, thinking, what if she tells my wife about it? I kept saying, “Sorry if you had mistaken me.”

Dharani: No, I didn’t think it in the wrong way. I know you will do well.

I didn’t understand what she was trying to say. I asked her, “What do you mean by that?” She kept saying, “How can I say that?” But I insisted on knowing what she meant and kept asking her to tell it, and she finally agreed.

Dharani: Last week, I heard what you were doing.

Me: What was I doing?

Dharani: Last week at night, I woke up to go to the bathroom. I heard a sound from your room. I won’t forget those words ever in my life.

Me: Sorry for disturbing you, really sorry.

Dharani: Why do you say sorry? We are the ones staying at your house and disturbing your privacy. You don’t need to say sorry.

Me: Anyways, sorry, as it is so embarrassing to me

Dharani: Actually, it was not embarrassing. I enjoyed it, especially the words you spoke.

Me: What words did you hear?

This time, she became too shy to say those words, but I again kept insisting on her, and she finally said.

Dharani: You told your wife, ‘open up your pussy.’ Your wife said I will wide open it, and you fuck me hard with your cock. (Nalla pundaya viruchi kaami di, naan katuren da nee un morattu sunni a ulla vitu kuthu da.) You have given good space to your wife. I am happy with the way you are treating her.

Me: Won’t your husband give you space like this?

Dharani: Let’s not talk about it.

Me: We have spoken so much deeply. What is there to pretend now? Let’s be open.

Dharani: Nothing like that happens first of all. And even if it does, it happens as per his wish, and there is no fun in it.

So far, we have never used the word sex.

Me: I’m sorry for touching the wrong topic. Please don’t mind.

Dharani: That’s okay, it is my fate. Why should I blame you for that?

Me: I triggered something unknowingly and I’m sorry for that.

We reached home, and I purposefully fucked my wife mercilessly that day. She made a lot of moans, and we used a lot of abusive words. I know Dharani must have heard this for sure. That ignited the fire within me. The next day, while driving to the office, we started talking.

Me: Did you hear moans yesterday as well?

Dharani: I know you did it just for me to hear.

I smiled and said, “Yes. Did you enjoy it?”

Dharani: Yes, I enjoyed your show yesterday.

Me: Are you jealous of us?

Dharani: Of course, I’m also a woman, and I also have needs.

Me: (without having second thoughts) Let me know if you want me to satisfy you, too.

I realized after saying the words, what if she tells my wife? I apologized to her. But she took it in the lighter sense and said, “You have become so bold with me nowadays.”

Me: I saw a woman who needs help and is asking to help her out.

Dharani: I’m your sister. I hope you remember that.

Me: Don’t talk about relationships and all with me. If you are interested, we can do it. If not, we won’t. It is as simple as that.

Dharani: I can’t win by talking to you. Let’s not discuss this further.

We reached her office in some time. As usual, I went to pick her up in the evening, and she asked about my colleague. I said she was not coming today. Then I started asking.

Me: If you want, I can help you.

Dharani: (smiled) Won’t you stop thinking about it? Can we have coffee somewhere nearby?

In the coffee shop, I kept talking about sex and made her agree to it. In the coffee shop itself, I slightly brushed her boobs, and she got shocked. “Let’s go slowly. This is a public place, lets not do anything here.”

The next day, my wife was supposed to go to my kids’ school for some event. She will return in the afternoon only. I told Dharani about it. I told my wife that I’m doing work from home today. Dharani said she has an early morning meeting and she also won’t be going to the office today.

My wife left home at 10:30 and took Dharani’s kid also with her. Dharani went to take a bath and I was waiting outside the bathroom for her. The moment she came out of the bathroom, I lifted her and started groping her.

Dharani: Slowly, slowly.

Me: You were interested, then why the fear now. Let’s do it as per our wishes.

We were hugging each other very tightly. My hands were moving all over her body. I pressed her ass, boobs. Then I started kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, chin, and lips. We had a good 15-minute lip lock. While kissing, I was pressing her hips hard, and she started letting out moans. She removed my t-shirt and rolled her hand over my chest.

I told her to suck and bite my nipples. She sucked and bit it to the fullest extent possible. Then we went to the bed. On the bed, I kept kissing her neck and chest area. Now she opened her bra and gave one of her boobs for me to suck. I sucked it hard and then did the same for other boobs, also.

While my mouth was playing with her boobs, my hands went inside her panty and was rubbing her pussy.

Me: How is it?

Dharani: I don’t know how to tell, but it feels good. I have not experienced it before in my life.

Then she was about to lie down in bed. I stopped her and removed my dresses fully and I laid down on the bed. I asked her to sit on top of me. She has not tried this position with her hubby, so she was finding it difficult to ride at first. I helped her in adjusting positions.

After a while, she became comfortable and started riding me. It started with slow movements, and once she got to know the pleasure, she started to ride faster. It went to the extreme where, while riding me, she couldn’t reach my lips. So she was moaning so loudly.

Dharani: I can’t control it anymore. Please, you come and fuck me in missionary.

I was about to get up and fuck her when she asked, “Can you use the words which you used the other day?” I said, “Open up your pussy.” She said, “I will wide open it, and you fuck me hard with your cock.” (Nalla pundaya viruchi kaami di, naan katuren da nee un morattu sunni a ulla vitu kuthu da).

I kept fucking her for 10-15 minutes, and she said anything. I don’t even know how many times I have had orgasms in the last 30 minutes. I’m fully exhausted now. I was also about to release my cum and asked her where to release it. She said she had done an operation. I can release it inside itself without any fear.

I cum inside her pussy, and we lay like that for a few minutes. Then, both of us together went to take a bath. She bathed me, and I bathed her by applying soap to each other. We had 3 rounds of sex that day before my wife came home.

After that, we used to fuck once in a while whenever we got a chance in those 20 days. After that also, whenever I get a chance to go to Chennai. We fuck the hell out of our brains. I’m still in touch with Dharani. I fucked her last in June when I had gone to Chennai for a family function.

Luckily for us, her husband was not home, and we enjoyed those 2 days completely.

Thanks for reading the story. Any comments or any women/couples interested in a meet in Bangalore are welcome at [email protected].

Her mail arrived on Wednesday evening, asking me to play the role of servant and enjoy all her fetishes. This was new to me, so I demanded some extra reward for doing all she wanted. She confessed she would give me anything that I wanted if I could satisfy her fetishes.

She said she is 56 years old, weighs 95 kg, and is a retired teacher. She wears a saree, being a traditional woman. Her daughter is married, and she lives with her husband. She wants to satisfy her fetishes with a servant in front of her husband (55).

Yes, he is a year younger than her. Her husband is also a retired teacher. She wanted her servant on Friday through Monday for four days.  I agreed to all her requirements, and she arranged a cab from my place in the city. The cab arrived at their location. Her husband was waiting outside the gate and took me in.

I was stunned to see the mature lady in the saree. I immediately hugged her and kissed on her lips. I certainly kissed her with a lot of her saliva in my mouth. Simultaneously her husband said he got delivery of the dress we required. She broke the kiss and told me that I was her servant and not her husband.

She asked me to unbox the package and put that Mistress lingerie on her. I started opening the package. Meanwhile, she removed her panty and made me lick it. Which already had her precum. First, I found a dog belt and handcuffs for me (servant) and later found Mistress lingerie.

I started unwinding her saree. Meanwhile, she pushed me on the floor and lifted the saree and placed her asshole on my face. She farted immediately. I felt quite suffocated and horny. She got up and held my hands to remove her saree. I quickly unwinded her saree. She didn’t have any petticoat.

I was about to remove her blouse. Her husband came naked, saying, “You have to serve your mister before you serve your Mistress.” He asked me to kiss and lick his feet. I kissed his feet on the floor and licked it. He grabbed me and inserted his dick in my mouth.

He held my head and pushed me to and pro while sitting on the sofa. On the other hand, my Mistress was sitting on the other side of the sofa and looking at us. He quickly jerked off in my mouth and warned me not to spit. I swallowed it, and then Mistress Bhabhi.

I asked my Master to permit me, and he obliged. I went to Mistress and unveiled her big boobs, removing her blouse. I was about to kiss them she pushed off. I later took Mistress’s lingerie and put it on her. I removed my dress and gave her the handcuffs, chain, and dog belt. She put it on me.

She asked me to sleep on the floor and peed in my mouth. I did some pee on the floor and showed her finger. Guiding me to lick her pee on the floor. I cleaned all the pee on the floor with my tongue like a dog. She put the belt on my neck and took me to her bedroom, walking me on my palms and knees.

She lifted me like a puppy and placed me on her bed.  I was sleeping on the bed, and she was standing on the bed. She held the window rods and placed her right foot on my mouth to lick it. I started to lick under her feet, and she moved from heel to toe slowly.

I also inserted all her toes one by one into my mouth. Later, another foot too. Later, she took holding the belt to the sofa to watch TV. I was told to sit on the floor, putting my feet on her left foot. Her right leg was on her left leg. She also asked me to keep licking her foot above till thigh.

Suddenly, she got up, kneeled like a puppy and took to the washroom. She sat on the commode to poop, and I was watching her poop. Some time again, her husband came to the washroom and made me sleep on the floor. He mouth-fucked me and ejaculated in my mouth.

This time it’s very less cum. I swallowed it, and he went away.  Bhabhi asked me to clean her ass. I felt happy and got up. She shouted at me as I was about to take water. “You’re a bloody puppy, not water. Clean with tongue.” I was surprised, “Yes, Mistress,” I obliged.

She held my belt and took me to the hall. She went to bed and lifted her ass onto the wall. Now she directed me to her ass. I licked her ass clean. It was bitter. Though her ass looked clean, I licked her ass along the thighs.  Now she sat well and played a game of catch the milk.

She had milk in her boobs though she is 56. I asked her how. She shouted, “Why do you want to know?” she sat on the bed and asked to get off the bed. She started extracting her milk from her tits. Milk almost fell a foot and a half away from the bed. She asked me to drink it.

I went and grabbed the boobs and put my mouth on the tit. She shouted again, “I will express my milk, and you have to catch it from the air.” Once, she expresses on the left, once on the right. Sometimes, she expresses milk into her hands.

She poured it into my mouth from above and made me lick her hands clean.  After this, she made sleep on the floor and rubbed her pussy on my face for more than 15 minutes. I felt quite suffocated because of the heavy pussy on my face. She squirted on my face.

My whole face and neck all covered with her squirt. Felt difficult to breathe, but the juice was salty ans tasty.  Later my Master came to fuck my Mistress. He pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her, and fucked her. Master asked me to lubricate the junction of their pussy and dick.

While he stops between the fuck. It was enjoyable with the difficulty of reaching in congested place. Now for a few minutes, Master slept on the bed, and Mistress fucked his dick in her ass hole.  After his ejaculation, she put her ass on my face all his sperm from her ass oozed out into my option.

I swallowed again. She lifted a little and made me lick the whore ass. She got up and sat at the edge of the bed and directed me to her wide-open pussy. I was on the floor and had a perfect position to lick my Mistress’ cunt. I pounced like a hungry dog and licked it.

This is the first time I am able to clearly see her elephant-type big pussy. Since she was so heavy lady. Almost my mouth and nose together dwelled and played inside the pussy. She is moaning heavily. She is really enjoying it.

I licked every drop she had in it and also around the pussy and thighs. She had another orgasm and erupted a huge amount of juice. I am so lucky to have it. While I am tired this is like the life elixir.

Many such kinky things happened. Imagine for now and plan your quirky adventure with me at [email protected].

Hi, this is Dhruv again. Thanks for the response that you are showing for my slutty family.

In the last part, you read how my son confessed to fucking my friend’s wife, Sandhya. I already had an eye on her as she always flaunts her assets whenever we meet. She is a hot bomb who maintains her figure, making men go crazy for her.

My wife and daughter came home from shopping. I entered my bedroom with a hard dick poking through my night dress. I was shocked to see my wife Ranjita in a thong, checking her bum. I was in awe as the yellow thong suited her perfect ass perfectly.

She was in a bikini which only covered her nipples, exposing her sexy huge boobs. I went and hugged her from behind, making sure my dick was between her ass cheeks, poking her pussy. She screamed in shock as she didn’t notice me.

I didn’t waste a second in grabbing her boobs, pressing them and biting her ear.  This made her moan, placing her hand on my face. At the same time, my left hand is still on her left boob. My right hand made its way to her navel. I poked her navel and rubbed it with my finger.

She closed her eyes half and was enjoying the way I was dealing with her body.  My hand went further down till my palm was on her pussy. I pressed my palm on her pussy, for which she spread her legs wide, allowing me access to her whole pussy. I started to rub her pussy line with my finger.

I moaned in her ear, “You look so hot, Ranjita. Even at this age, if young boys look at you in a bikini. They get a huge hardon and want to cool it down either in your mouth or in your pussy.” She parted my nightgown and made sure my dick was out. She raised herself and pulled my dick between her legs.

Now my dick is exactly below her pussy. She rubbed my dick tip and moaned, “I missed this little fellow so much, and now this little fellow is hard. Let me take care of him. I will not leave him till my little girl is satisfied.”

She moved the thong aside that was covering her pussy. She placed her pussy over my dick and started to move front and back. This made her pussy so wet that her juices started to rub all over my dick. I was rubbing her nipples with my fingers, flipping them.

She was moaning all the while rubbing her pussy on my dick. She turned towards me and began to kiss. We kissed like mad lovers. She then started to kiss my chest and went down, kissing me all over my body. Once she was at my dick, she looked up into my eyes.

My dick had a drop of precum, and that look of hers made my dick throb a little. My wife opened her mouth, pulled out her tongue and licked the precum off my dick, looking deep in my eyes. That was the best feeling looking at how slutty my wife had become getting fucked by my son and her boss.

I tapped my dick all over her lips and pushed it into her mouth. My wife didn’t hesitate to suck my dick while I was looking into her eyes. I hit her face in between, and she looked more slutty in my eyes. She increased her speed each time I slapped her face.

I pulled out my dick and raised it high, making my balls fall on her lips. She, without any hesitation, took my balls and began to suck them. I was on cloud nine and started to moan and stroke my dick. She was biting my balls slowly. I couldn’t hold on and cummed all over her slutty face.

She let it flow to her mouth and licked my cum. I rubbed the remaining all over her face with my dick. I made her stand up and turned her towards the mirror. Raising her leg and placing it on the mirror table. Now, I went down, and the thong was still aside, making her pussy visible to me.

It was all wet and leaking. I went closer to her pussy. As my breath hit her pussy she moaned, raising her hands and holding her head in pleasure. I started to blow a whistle on her pussy, making the hot air hit her pussy. She moaned and couldn’t hold any more. She caught my head and said, “Enough of playing.”

She pushed me onto her pussy. I began doing my work with my tongue. I skillfully parted her pussy folds with my tongue and made my way to her depths. My rough tongue began to rub her inner walls as her grip tightened on my hair. She was shuddering.

I started to move my tongue in and out of her pussy sending shocks of current to her. She, indeed, was moving her hip according to the rhythm that I was fucking her pussy. A loud moan escaped as she squirted her juices directly into my mouth. They tasted so heavenly that I didn’t remove my mouth from there.

I licked every drop of her juices. We moved to bed, and both fell on it. I untied her bikini as she was sleeping on her stomach and started to run my fingers all over her back. She was moaning, closing her eyes.

I asked her, “You have a college-going son and daughter. Yet, you are so sexy, see that your son doesn’t get tempted to fuck you.”

I noticed a smile on her lips may be she was thinking that they already started fucking each other. Her response took me by surprise as she said, “What’s wrong? He is my son, and he too has rights over my body.” It was hard instantly hearing those words from my wife.

I licked her ear and asked again, “If Rohan approaches you will you let him play with your sexy boobs?” My wife turned towards the ceiling and ran her hands over her boobs. She said, “He already sucked them enough while drinking milk from them. If he wants to try and see if they still produce milk. I will.”

She turned towards me and winked. I got on top of her and placed my dick on her pussy entrance. I began rubbing her pussy and asked, “So did you happen to see Rohan’s dick any time?” I pushed half of my dick and started to move it in and out.

My wife said, “Aah, yes. I saw once he finished his bath and came out nude. I saw it hanging between his legs.” I was happy, smiling. I pushed my whole dick in, and she screamed.”What did you think of his dick then when you saw it?” I questioned.

My wife started to raise her ass high to meet my strokes and moaned. “I thought he would fuck me like this with his dick. It’s huge without getting hard. Not sure how it will be when it’s hard.” Listening to her words made me go crazy. Holding her boobs with my hands, I started to bang her hard.

“Yes, baby fuck me, fuck your wife hard for lusting on her son. Punish me with your dick, baby,” she moaned. I kissed her on the lips and said, “Sure, baby, but call me Rohan and ask me to fuck you hard. Imagine it is Rohan who is fucking you and ask for more.”

She was so happy listening to those words and started to moan more sexily. “Rohan, fuck me, Rohan fuck your naughty Mom hard. I am no longer your traditional Mom but a dick-loving hungry slut, Rohan. I am hungry for your huge dick. Fuck any of the holes you want, Rohan,” she was moaning like hell.

I continued fucking harder, and again, she said, “Rohan will you allow mommy to ride your dick?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, mommy, you can ride your son’s dick whenever you want. My dick is always hard for you, mommy.” I pulled my dick out and lied down on the bed.

My wife mounted on my dick and placed her hands on my chest, and began to ride me and moan.

“I am getting the best pleasure in the world riding on my son’s dick Rohan. You have an amazing dick which makes me go crazy for it. I don’t hesitate to be a slut for you, Rohan. You are my master from now and you own me. Not dad, but you own my holes and my body. Use me, Rohan, use your Mom like the cheap slut she is and give her the pain and pleasure that she wants, son.”

Moaning and screaming, she cum on my dick, imagining that she is riding her son’s dick. As she fell on me, I rolled her and made her come into a doggy position.

I started to spank her ass and fuck her doggy style, moaning, “Sure, Mom, you are my slut and will be my slut forever. I will fuck in any corner of the house. Even in front of dad and sister, I will fuck you and make you scream my name in pleasure. I will make you beg for more of my dick. I will then cum all over your face making you my slut and claiming your slutty body Mom.”

I fucked and fucked hard till my dick exploded the thick cum out of it. I fell on her and dozed off to sleep. My wife said that was the best role play that we had, and we should often have it. I smiled at her, and we kissed and slept. I woke up early and the time was around 4:15 PM. I went in search of Rohan and Sheela.

They were in Rohan’s room, where Sheela was pinned to the bed in a doggy with Rohan’s feet on her head. He was drilling her ass hole. Sheela was in a state as if she had lost consciousness anytime. So, as planned, I fucked my wife, and my son fucked his sister after the confession.

Thanks for reading and please comment to [email protected]. Bye.

So Shayna and I had a steamy session in the last part and she got me out to introduce to her friends.

She introduced me to Snehal, Pooja, and Pooja’s friend Riya. They were completely aware of what happened inside and Shayna didn’t try to hide any either.

Snehal: Looks like someone banged, and banged like, Wow!

Pooja: Ohhh, Manav. Don’t stop. Fuck me like a slut.

I started laughing and Shayna joined in.

Shayna: Shut up, girls. A girl needs her fuck. What do I do if he is that good? (and winks)

Snehal: All that glow on your face is telling it out loud. Mind-blowing, I guess. Right, Manav?

Manav: I don’t know if my mind was blown or not, I was!

Riya laughed and looked like the ice was broken. It was only 12:45 am, and Snehal suggested a game!

Let me introduce you to girls.

Snehal is your typical hottie of the group, in her shorts and camisole top with her pink bra outline visible was oozing ample cleavage in a very unapologetic way.

Pooja was wearing a short strappy night dress that rode up nicely to show her ass. Her glasses made her look like a nerd who everyone will want to fuck but are scared to approach her.

Riya, Pooja’a friend was in a sexy little black dress with brown eyes, and big boobs. She was sitting in a way that her dress rode up and I could see her black panty once in a while whenever she moved. The stats of the girls aren’t important because all sizes are equally sexy, no matter what.

We started playing UNO flip! I have a reputation for being a cheater in the game. The game itself was amazing and we were having fun till we finished two rounds the girls started to get bored because I was planning and winning the games very easily. I suggested that we spice things up a little if they were up for a little fun. All nodded in excitement and we set ground rules that no one does anything that they are uncomfortable with, any tasks that are sexual need consent from both players.

Riya looked at Pooja when she heard the word sexual but Pooja reassured her that it was okay. Rules were as follows –

Any draw +2 and +5 can be skipped by the next person if they perform a dare or strip a piece of cloth.
Every reverse card played, the person playing should kiss the next one anywhere or draw one card.
Every flip card would entail a non-sexual dare for the person playing the card.
Those who miss calling uno will have to strip 2 pieces of their clothing.
Draw until a color card can only be played by a person if they are ready to do something sexual. Otherwise, it will be a normal wild card.
The rest of the rules of uno remain the same.

We started the game and things started heating up. I was sitting in the middle, on the right was Shayna, on the left was Riya, next to Riya was Pooja, and next to Shayna was Snehal.

As the game was progressing, Riya got the first draw 2 and that meant I had an option for dare or strip. I chose dare and Riya asked me to tell her something I did in bed with Shayna only to her. So, I leaned in very close to her ear and explained how she sat on my face and we went into 69 till we both almost finished in each other’s mouth. I could see that she had started getting horny and was breathing faster.

We continued the game. Shayna played the reverse card. Knowing her, I thought she was going to kiss me to avoid picking a card. She leaned very close to my lips and picked a card. The girls started laughing. Snehal laughed calling her a perfect tease.

We moved on with the game, I finally got the +2 and Riya chose to dare again. I asked her to fulfill one of the fantasies she had. She slowly got up and went out to the corridor and flashed her boobs to two guys going upstairs and she ran back in.

We were all startled by her dare and Pooja didn’t know Riya would be this wild. Slowly, the UNO game was turning sexual. We had done enough dares where I got to kiss Snehal, Pooja flashed her boobs, Riya and Shayna kissed, and I sucked on Shayna’s boobs over her slip.

In the heat of the game, Riya forgot to say UNO and we caught her. She was red on her face because this meant she had to strip. She asked for some concession or any dare. But we all asked her to strip. She finally gave in to loud cheers by the girls.

I was simply staring at her. Then she got up and slowly started unzipping her dress. She was looking extremely sexy and she dropped her dress and unhooked her bra and quickly covered her boobs. She had nice big boobs that her hands couldn’t cover.

Pooja said, “Let it be, Riya. Nothing that he hasn’t been staring at”. I blushed and she slowly let go. It was a treat to watch this sexy girl sitting half-naked and just in her panties.

In the next dare, Snehal asked me to lick Riya. Riya looked at her and asked what? Snehal winked and said, “The choice is between you both”. I looked at her (more towards her panties) and she understood.

She called me ahead and in the next second, I dug into her pussy. Shayna was looking at this and started getting hot. I had stripped Riya’s panties and was eating her while she was moaning and pushing my head into her pussy.

When we stopped and looked up, we saw that other girls were almost stripped. Snehal was in her panties, Shayna and Pooja were naked and making out with each other.

We stopped the game as everyone now just wanted to get into sex. And Pooja slowly came to me and pulled down my boxers and started stroking my already hard dick. She was running her fingers along the length and almost to my asshole. Then she picked the precum from the head and tasted it. She looked at Shayna and said, “You ate that, right? He is tasty”, and they laughed.

Riya was too horny by then and she pulled me up into a passionate kiss while Pooja started blowing me. Shayna was too busy with Snehal. I didn’t think that this night would turn wild with three girls.

Riya asked Pooja to stop blowing me so that I could fuck her. Snehal asked Pooja to join them if interested and leave us alone. Riya asked me to go in and fuck her like a slut.

I started banging her like there was no tomorrow. The rest of the girls had taken a break from their play and were watching. It was a weird experience fucking someone in front of others but also added to the thrill.

Riya shouted that she was about to finish and I was very close. I held tight and started fucking her hard while leaving bite marks. She asked me to finish inside her and I came in her pussy. That was when we both realized that I wasn’t wearing a condom. The girls told her that it was okay and she could take a pill.

Shayna and Snehal started walking towards our sofa. Shayna started kissing me and Snehal did something super kinky which Riya didn’t expect. What was that? That is the next part!

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In the sultry embrace of a Konkani village veiled in secrecy, my Mother embarks on a journey of forbidden ecstasy and desire. Entwined with the rugged village contractor, Dinesh, she delves into a world where every touch ignites flames of passion. Every whispered promise leads to the brink of ecstasy.

In ‘Mom’s Forbidden Journey: Sex and Deal,’ the sultry heat of forbidden longing intertwines with the allure of clandestine deals, weaving a tale of seduction and surrender that leaves no room for restraint.

Welcome to a world where passion reigns supreme and where my Mother’s journey of erotic discovery knows no bounds.

1. My Mother (Pramila): A resilient woman with a troubled past, my Mother has returned to her ancestral village in search of solace and redemption. Despite the hardships she’s faced, she remains fiercely determined to rebuild her life and reclaim her dignity. The shadows of her past threaten to engulf her once more. Her measurements are 32-28-36. With a sultry and seductive nature, my Mother exudes a magnetic charm that captivates those around her. Her voluptuous figure boasts ample curves, with a generous bust and a slender waist. Her hips sway with a hypnotic allure.

2. Dinesh Ghadhi Gaonkar (Village Contractor): A rugged and resourceful contractor, Dinesh is a fixture in the village. He is known for his skill in construction and his shrewd business acumen. Beneath his gruff exterior lies a heart of gold, but his loyalty is not easily earned. Those who cross him do so at their peril.

Ancestral home needs renovation:

In the dimly lit confines of my Mother’s ancestral home, the air hangs heavy with anticipation. Dinesh, the rugged village contractor, leans in closer, his gaze smouldering with intensity.

Dinesh: (his voice low and gravelly, he speaks with a hint of urgency) So, Madam, let’s discuss the terms of our arrangement. What is it that you desire?

Mother: (her heart quickens at the proximity of his powerful presence, her voice barely a whisper) I need your expertise, Dinesh. My ancestral home is in desperate need of renovation. I require someone with your skills to make it whole again.

Dinesh: (a sly smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans back, assessing her with a knowing gaze) Ah, I see. And what, may I ask, do you have to offer in return for my services? You know I don’t work for free.

Mother: (Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his gaze, her pulse racing with anticipation) I… I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Dinesh. Whatever it takes to make this deal happen.

Dinesh: (his eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his voice a seductive whisper) Whatever it takes, you say? Well then, Madam, I have enough money. But money doesn’t satisfy me. How about we make a different arrangement? You satisfy me, and I’ll do your renovation for free.

Mother: (her eyes widen in shock at his audacious proposition, her mind racing with conflicting emotions)  I-I can’t, Dinesh. What if my son finds out? It would ruin everything.”

Dinesh: (with a devilish grin, he continues) Madam, hear me out. It’s not about cheating. It’s just a little fun between consenting adults. Nothing more than a harmless handjob and blowjob. No penetration, no cock insertion. Just a simple arrangement to fulfil our desires.

Mother: (her resolve wavers at his persuasive words, the allure of free renovation tempting her to reconsider) But… but it’s still wrong, Dinesh. I can’t betray my son’s trust like that.

Dinesh: (leaning in closer, he whispers) Think about it, Madam. A few moments of pleasure in exchange for a lifetime of happiness. The choice is yours.

As my Mother considers Dinesh’s offer, a whirlwind of desire and apprehension stirs within her. She knows the risk, but the promise of free renovations beckons irresistibly. With a determined resolve, she agrees, her mind buzzing with excitement and uncertainty.

Before she leaves for his house, she chooses her outfit carefully. She picks a saree that would make her curves visible just right, revealing hints of her slutty-ness. The fabric drapes over her body, teasingly hinting at the softness beneath.

Her backless, sleeveless blouse adds to the allure. Exposing the navel and her cleavage deeply to the point that some more centimetres and her nipple would be visible. She reached to the location with anxiety. Dinesh asked her to come close. He directly started the process.

Dinesh pulled his pants while seeing her curves. Then he asked her to kneel. As my Mother tentatively reaches out her hands, she can’t help but feel a surge of awkwardness wash over her. The warmth of Dinesh’s cock sends a jolt of electricity through her body.

It made her fingers tremble with anticipation and uncertainty. She has her slutty side, which came out.

Mother: (her voice barely a whisper, tinged with a hint of embarrassment) Um, Dinesh, it’s… it’s quite big and… bendy.

Dinesh: (a smug grin plays across his lips as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear) That’s right, Madam. It’s all yours now.

Despite her reservations, my Mother can’t help but feel a twinge of admiration for the impressive size and shape of his cock. With each stroke of her hand, she marvels at its length and girth. Her touch grew more confident with each passing moment.

My Mother’s hand glides along the length of Dinesh’s cock. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions rages within her. With each stroke, she feels a mixture of fascination and discomfort, her mind racing with a torrent of thoughts.

Mother: (her inner voice whispers with uncertainty) This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. But… the promise of free renovations is too tempting to resist. I need to endure a little longer, and then it will all be over.

Despite the fatigue creeping into her muscles, she pushes onward. Her movements grow slower and more deliberate with each passing moment. The weight of her obligations hangs heavy on her shoulders. But she knows that she must persevere if only to fulfil her end of the bargain.

Mother: (a pang of guilt tugs at her heartstrings) What would my son think if he knew what I was doing? Would he be disappointed in me? But… I can’t back out now. I’ve come too far to turn back.

Her hand continues its rhythmic motion. She focuses on the task at hand, pushing aside her doubts and insecurities. At this moment, there is only her and Dinesh, their forbidden encounter unfolding in the shadows of the old, broken house.

She struggles to reconcile her desires with her sense of morality. She knows that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. But for now, she pushes those thoughts aside, losing herself in the heat of the moment as she strives to fulfil her end of the bargain.

Mother: (her movements grow slower as fatigue sets in) I-I don’t know if I can… you know, take this in my mouth. It’s… it’s just too big, I can’t fit.

Dinesh: (his tone dripping with arrogance) Don’t worry, Madam. I’ll show you just how much you can fit.

Dinesh guides her hand along the length of his cock. My Mother’s muscles begin to ache with exhaustion. The weight of her obligations presses down on her, threatening to crush her beneath their weight. But even as fatigue sets in, she knows that she must persevere.

The promise of free renovations hangs in the balance. With a determined resolve, she takes a deep breath. She prepares to embark on the next phase of their forbidden encounter. Dinesh’s voice cuts through the air, urging my Mother to use her mouth, a surge of apprehension washes over her.

Her hand trembles as she contemplates his request, her mind swirling with doubts and insecurities.

Mother: (her inner voice quivers with uncertainty) Is this really happening? Am I actually going to… do this? I don’t know if I can. It’s too much, too soon. But… I have to try. For the sake of the renovations, I have to try.

With a deep breath, she leans in closer. Her lips hovered just inches away from the swollen head of Dinesh’s cock. The weight of her decision hangs heavy on her shoulders, but she knows that there’s no turning back now.

Mother: (s flicker of determination ignites within her) Okay, just the tip. I’ll start with just the tip. That should be manageable, right?

With trembling hands, she tentatively takes the pink tip of his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around it with a hesitant embrace. She begins to explore the unfamiliar territory of oral pleasure. She can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment mingled with trepidation.

The road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty. But for now, she focuses on the task at hand, determined to see it through to the end. Dinesh’s hand tightens around her head, and my Mother’s heart skips a beat in alarm. The sudden pressure sends a surge of panic coursing through her veins.

Her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Mother: (her inner voice screams in protest) No, this isn’t what I signed up for! I can’t handle this. It’s too much!

But before she can voice her objections, Dinesh thrusts forward, plunging his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. The sensation is overwhelming. The taste of him fills her senses as he presses against her tonsils with a relentless force.

Mother: (her mind reels in shock and discomfort, choking her) Tonsils… he’s hitting my tonsils. I can’t breathe, I can’t swallow. It’s too much, it’s too…

Her airway constricts under the pressure of his thrusts. My Mother struggles to maintain her composure. Panic grips her chest as she fights to suppress the gag reflex threatening to overtake her.

But even as her body protests, she knows that she must endure if only to fulfil her end of the bargain. With a determined resolve, she braces herself for the onslaught, praying for the strength to see it through to the end.

Dinesh: (his voice dripping with lust and arrogance) That’s it, Bitch. Take it all. You know you want it.

Mother: (her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggles to find her voice, interspersed with soft moans of pleasure) I… I can’t… it’s too much.

Dinesh: (his grip tightens around her head as she chokes and gasps for breath) Shh… don’t fight it, Madam. Just let go and enjoy the ride.

Mother: (her body quivering with a mixture of fear and arousal, the sound of glock glock filling the air as she takes him deep into her mouth) But… but what if someone hears us? What if… someone sees?

Dinesh: (a wicked grin spreads across his face as he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his moans mingling with hers) Let them watch, Madam. Let them see how much you crave it.

As the intensity of their encounter reaches a fever pitch, my Mother struggles to keep her wits about her. Her mind reels with a dizzying array of thoughts and desires, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Mother: (her voice a breathless whisper, punctuated by the sound of choking and gagging) I… I can’t… I’m… I’m going to… vomit. This gag reflex is killing me.

Dinesh: (his pleasure mounting with each passing moment, his moans growing louder and more urgent) That’s it, Madam. Let go. Surrender to the ecstasy of the moment.

In the heat of their passion, words become unnecessary. Their bodies speak a language of their own, communicating desires and cravings that words could never convey. As they lose themselves in the throes of ecstasy, they know that this forbidden encounter will be etched in their memories forever.

My Mother’s lips caress the length of Dinesh’s cock. She feels a surge of heat radiating from deep within her. With each rhythmic movement, his cock brushes against her uvula, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Mother: (her mind spinning with desire and anticipation) Oh… oh god. It’s touching my uvula… I can feel it… so deep inside me.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, she can’t help but revel in the taboo thrill of it all. The knowledge that she’s taking him to the brink of ecstasy fills her with a heady rush of power and arousal.

Mother: (her breath hitching with each stroke) Yes… yes, give it to me. Let me take you there… let me be the one to please you.

As Dinesh’s moans grow louder and more urgent, my Mother’s arousal reaches a fever pitch. With each passing moment, she feels herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her world narrowed down to the pulsating heat of their intimate connection.

Mother: (her voice a breathless whisper) I… I want to taste you. I want to feel your release inside me. Give it to me, Dinesh. Let me be the one to take you over the edge.

In the throes of passion, my Mother surrenders herself to the moment, eager to fulfil her deepest desires and cravings. Dinesh approaches the peak of his pleasure. She knows that she will be there to catch him when he falls. Dinesh’s control over the rhythm of their encounter tightens.

My Mother senses his desperate attempt to prolong their forbidden liaison. But she’s not one to be controlled so easily. With a swift movement, she releases her saree, allowing it to fall to the ground in a cascade of fabric.

At that moment, her cleavage is revealed in all its glory, a tempting invitation to indulge in the depths of her desires.

Mother: (a smirk tug at the corners of her lips as she asserts her dominance) You can try to control me, Dinesh, but you’ll never succeed. I’m the one calling the shots now.

As Dinesh’s cock brushes against her throat, my Mother revels in the feeling of power coursing through her veins. She knows she has him right where she wants him, teetering on the edge of ecstasy with nowhere to turn but into her waiting mouth.

Dinesh: (his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrenders to her) Oh god… yes… take me… take all of me.

The fabric (pallu) falls away. My Mother’s cleavage is revealed in all its glory. A breathtaking sight captivates Dinesh’s attention and ignites a primal hunger within him. He can’t tear his gaze away from the soft curves and inviting depths that beckon him. A silent invitation to indulge in the depths of her desires.

Dinesh: (his mind racing with a mixture of desire and frustration) Damn it… I thought I had her under my control. But now… now she’s the one in charge. And her cleavage… it’s driving me wild.

Mother: (a sense of triumph washes over her as she takes him in) That’s it, Dinesh. Give it to me. Let me taste your ecstasy.

Dinesh: (his voice a hoarse whisper as he succumbs to the inevitable) Yes… yes, Madam. I’m… I’m cumming.

With a final, primal moan, Dinesh releases himself into her waiting mouth. His essence flooded her senses with a heady rush of pleasure. In that moment of surrender, my Mother knows that she has won. Her victory was sealed in the heat of their forbidden passion.

The night deepens, and the memories of their encounter linger in her mind. My Mother finds herself replaying the events over and over. She could still taste Dinesh’s essence and feel the warmth of his release as it flooded her mouth. The intensity of the moment when she swallowed every drop.

Mother: (her thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions) I can’t believe I did that. I drank all of his semen. Every drop.

She closes her eyes, the sensation still vivid in her memory. The texture, the salty tang, and the way it slid down her throat—all of it is etched into her mind.

Mother: (reflecting on the act) It was more than just a physical act. It was a surrender, a moment of complete abandon. I let go of all my inhibitions and gave in to the raw, primal desire that took over.

Her thoughts grow heavier as she grapples with the implications of her actions.

Mother: (a hint of regret in her inner voice) What have I done? Drinking his semen. It was so intimate, so personal. I crossed a line I never thought I would. And now, I can’t take it back.

Despite the lingering taste, she can’t shake the feeling of shame mixed with a strange sense of fulfilment. As she steps back into the shadows, she knows the night will haunt her/ The taste of Dinesh will remain a stark reminder of the boundaries she has crossed and the consequences she must face.

As they headed toward home, Dinesh asked for his last wish

Dinesh: (his voice tinged with desperation) Madam, please, just one kiss. That’s all I ask.

Mother: (her resolve wavering) A kiss… it’s not just a kiss, Dinesh. It’s… it’s a promise. And it’s one I can’t make.

Dinesh: (his voice tinged with desperation) “But why? What’s so special about a kiss? After what we did… after you… after you sucked my dick?”

My Mother recoils at his words, a flash of anger igniting within her at his audacity.

Mother: (her voice trembling with anger) “How dare you! A kiss is not just a kiss to me. It’s sacred. It’s something I reserve for… for someone special for my son. Someone who deserves it.

Dinesh: (his frustration boiling over) Deserves it? And I don’t? After everything we’ve been through? After the connection we shared?

Mother: (her voice rising with anger) Don’t you dare try to guilt-trip me, Dinesh! What we shared was a mistake. And I won’t let it happen again.

With those final words, my Mother turns away, leaving Dinesh standing alone on the doorstep. His heart was heavy with disappointment and shame. She disappears into the darkness of the night.

He knows that their forbidden liaison has come to an end. A bitter reminder of the boundaries they dared to cross and the consequences they must face.

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Nisha and I were taking a walk after dinner. Suddenly, Nisha noticed the boy from the beach, Yes, the brat we teased. He was with his parents. His Mom’s face seemed familiar to me. I looked carefully for a moment. Then it struck me that she might be my school friend, Neha, but I wasn’t sure.

She, too, was looking at me, trying to recognize me. Then suddenly, she asked, “Priya?” I asked, “Neha?” We hugged each other and reminisced about our school days. She introduced us to her husband, Danish, and her son, Rahul. Rahul was visibly embarrassed, knowing that I knew his mum.

He stood quietly in the background. I introduced them to my friend, Nisha. They had recently moved to our city. After a brief chat, I thought it was best to say goodbye before our husbands arrived to avoid any confusion later. I took Neha’s number, and we parted ways, heading back to our rooms.

Nisha and I decided to text our husbands to call them over. I messaged Akash, “If you want dessert, come to the room in 10 and bring your ‘gear’.” Nisha, in front of me, also messaged Imran, saying she had an itch that needed scratching. Soon, both men arrived, and we went to our respective rooms.

As soon as we entered the room, Akash took out his ‘gear’ and said, “Give me my dessert.”

Me: Wait a moment. The dressing is still pending.

I took out a bottle of honey, quickly undressed, lay on the bed, and poured it all over my body. Akash undressed and quickly buried his face between my legs. He licked all the honey clean and vigorously pleasured me with his fingers and mouth. The sensation was intense.

I soon climaxed, releasing a flood of fluids that he eagerly licked up. Even after I climaxed, he continued pleasuring me more intensely. I told him to get into the 69 position. He quickly did, continuing to pleasure me as if he were a starving child.

I took his dick into my mouth and sucked it, applying some honey from the bottle nearby. We pleasured each other in perfect sync. I inserted my finger into his rear while continuing to suck him. His body shuddered with the added stimulation. I maintained my pace, pleasuring him with my mouth and finger.

Me: Akash, I need to pee…

Akash: Me too.

Me: How about I do it in your mouth?

I placed my cunt over his mouth and started to pee. It came out in bursts, making noises, and he couldn’t drink it all. I then aimed at his face, drenching it completely. I peed for quite a while. Akash stood up and aimed at my mouth. He then started to fuck me with pure passion and raw lust.

We were exhausted, but we continued for a bit longer until both of us were satisfied. We lay there, breathless, for a while. Akash then got up and brought a wine glass. He collected the nectar from my cunt and offered me a drink. We then shared a long, passionate kiss.

The bed was quite messy. In our exhausted state, we removed the sheet and fell asleep as we were. Anyone entering our room would have thought we were wild animals. I hadn’t done anything with Akash that I hadn’t done with Imran. But Akash’s stamina was better, and I was fully satisfied.

We slept naked. When we woke up, it was 7 a.m. We planned to have breakfast at 8 and then check out to head home. When we were ready, I checked my mobile. I saw a message from Imran saying they were already at the breakfast table, waiting for us. We quickly went to join them.

Imran and Nisha looked tired, too. Imran usually goes slow but lasts long. So they might have continued their activities late into the night. We were all visibly tired. We started with strong espresso, and then Imran ordered orange juice for everyone. We took our time having breakfast and relaxing at the table.

Imran: As promised, no one will talk about what happened yesterday. We will now decide if we want to continue this in the future. Here are four slips. Everyone writes their choice. If even one person doesn’t want to continue, we will drop the idea. If everyone agrees, we will plan the next outing. If anyone has suggestions, write them down, too.

We all wrote our choices on the slips. Imran read them one by one,

Slip 1: (Nisha) Fuck Yes! Let’s continue and make it even more exciting.

Slip 2: (Akash) Absolutely. We need this. I NEED THIS.

Slip 3: (Imran) Yup, we should continue and plan a trip to a nude beach.

Slip 4: (Priya) Aye, let’s continue and try to include more people in the group.

We were all happy that everyone wanted to continue. We decided to try and expand our group by inviting trusted friends.

At that moment, I saw Neha, Danish, and Rahul approaching. I introduced them to Imran and Akash, explaining that Neha was my school friend who had recently moved to our city. They were also here for the Diwali holidays. We invited them to join our table and chatted while having breakfast.

Rahul still seemed nervous. I gave him a reassuring smile, indicating that there was nothing to worry about. Neha was one of the most beautiful girls in school. Yesterday, Rahul mentioned that his Mom’s breasts were bigger than mine and Nisha’s. He wasn’t lying.

Neha wore a sari, and her breasts were indeed large, with a significant portion visible outside her blouse. I noticed Imran and Akash admiring her, too. As we planned to check out soon, we said goodbye and headed back to our room. I told Neha to call me when she got home.

We checked out of the hotel and headed home. It was a day filled with intense experiences. Now, sitting in the car with Imran, we were a normal couple again. As promised, we didn’t talk about the previous day. Akash and Nisha dropped us off at our house and said goodbye.

I thanked Imran for the trip, and we went to our room. I felt a lot of love for Imran and hinted that I wanted his cock. I checked Vinay’s room and saw he was still asleep, probably from staying up late playing video games.

Me: Imran, Vinay is still sleeping, so please, just once.

Imran: As you wish, babe, but just oral. I don’t have the energy to do anything else right now.

Me: I don’t have the strength for anything more, either. Just let me do this.

We went to our bedroom, and I undressed Imran.

Me: Imran, should I take off my top and bra, or is this enough?

Imran: Yes, take them off. It’ll help me get ready faster. My dick is still exhausted.

I took off my top and bra, laying them on the bed. Imran sat on the bed while I knelt and played with his dick. My face was towards the bedroom door, and I noticed we had forgotten to close it in our haste. I know such a cliché, but let’s go with it, lol.

But since Vinay was asleep, I continued playing with his cock. It became evident that Imran had fucked Nisha’s ass. I took his dick in my mouth, caressing his balls with my hands. I cleaned every drop of precum from the tip with my tongue.

Suddenly, I noticed Vinay peeking through the door and watching everything. I realized it was a complicated situation; we should have closed the door. If I stopped sucking Imran’s dick now, he would find out why. I wasn’t sure how he would react.

But if I continued, Vinay wasn’t leaving and was trying to watch secretly. So, I thought, he’s already seen this side of his mother. I kept sucking Imran’s dick but with even more speed. Imran also got aroused by my speed and started moaning. I couldn’t tell him that our son was watching us.

He was thoroughly enjoying getting his dick sucked. I also forgot that my son was watching me and focused on sucking. After a while, Imran started to come, and he released his load into my mouth. I looked over to the door discreetly to see that Vinay had left. I swallowed all the cum calmly.

I didn’t want to tell Imran that we had accidentally given our son a show, so I didn’t mention it. Imran put his pants back on and, noticing the open door, said, “We should have closed it.” He worried that Vinay might have seen us. I told him I was in such a hurry that I forgot. We’ll be more careful next time.

I behaved normally with Vinay, and he acted normal, too. I didn’t let him know that I saw him watching us. Vinay also pretended everything was fine even though he had secretly watched the whole scene.

There was a strange excitement in knowing that while I was sucking Imran’s dick with my boobs out, Vinay was watching. I don’t know why, but it was thrilling.

The next day, the holidays ended. Imran went to the office, and Vinay went to college. I got a call from Neha, and I invited her for lunch. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time, so we had a lot to talk about. We chatted on the phone about normal things, and she accepted my invitation.

I asked her to come a bit early so we could go swimming. Around 11 AM, Neha rang the doorbell. We hugged each other. I made coffee for both of us, and we sat down to chat. We talked about our lives after school, our marriages, and our families.

Me: Come on, Neha, let’s go swimming. Are you ready?

Neha: Yes, I’m wearing a bikini. But won’t it be a problem here? There will be other people from the condo, right? Does anyone else wear bikinis here?

Me: Usually, the pool is empty at this time. Many ladies wear bikinis. Don’t worry about it. I’ll change too.

Neha: Okay, if you say so. Also, bring me a towel.

Me: Yeah, I have a new towel for you. And you brought underwear to change into after swimming, right?

Neha: Yes, I brought them.

Me: Okay, then put your change of clothes in this bag.

Then, I started changing in front of Neha. I got completely naked and then put on my bikini, covering up with a long top.

Neha: Wow, you’ve kept yourself in great shape.

Me: Thanks, Neha. You’ve maintained yourself well, too. Don’t mind me saying, but you’re hot.

Neha: Yes, I’ve become a bit plump, but in the right places.

We both laughed. Then we went swimming. The pool was empty except for one other lady in a bikini. Neha’s hesitation faded upon seeing this. We placed our things on two lounge chairs. I took off my top and started showering near the pool in my bikini.

Neha joined me under the shower. It was the first time I saw her in a bikini. Honestly, her boobs were barely contained by her bikini. More than half of her breasts were free. Then we both entered the pool. After swimming for a while, we stood by the side.

Me: Honestly, Neha, your boobs are amazing. I never thought they’d be this big in our school days.

Neha: They’ve become quite large. What can I do? They keep growing.

Me: I guess Danish is a big fan of boobs!

Neha: Yes, he’s been a boob fan since day one. He’s sucked more milk than Rahul.

We both laughed at this.

Me: That’s everyone’s story.

Neha: How’s your sex life these days?

Me: No complaints, Neha. It’s fine. He’s still very good in bed. How’s Danish? How many times a week does he have sex with you?

Neha: He’s also very good at sex. But these days, it’s much less frequent. We’re down to once a week. How many times do you have sex?

Me: We try daily. But at least four times a week, for sure.

Neha: Nice. I don’t know why our sex life has decreased. It feels like we’re just getting tired of it.

Me: Try something new, something exciting for both of you.

Neha: Like what? We’ve tried everything.

Me: What have you tried?

Neha: We’ve done all the positions, oral sex, anal sex, everything. We’ve even done role-plays. We’ve done every possible role-play.

Me: Have you ever had sex under the open sky, in a public place?

Neha: No, how would we do that?

Me: I don’t mean in front of the public. I mean in a public place where there are some blind spots, a quiet place where you can have sex but still have the thrill of someone catching you. Try it. It’s a different kind of excitement. Like when we met at the hotel, we had sex on the beach after dark.

Neha: Wow, that sounds exciting. I’ll see if I can convince Danish.

Me: And have you ever been with another man?

Neha: No, how’s that possible? Don’t tell me you have.

Me: No, no, how would that be possible? (I didn’t want to reveal our swap arrangement yet, as promised).

Neha: I wish I could try a different dick, but it’s not easy.

Me: That’s true. At our age, it can get a bit monotonous with the same partner. But we can try new things. I was talking to Nisha about this, too. She feels the same way. She wants to but can’t do anything.

Neha: Why didn’t you invite Nisha too?

Me: She was a bit busy this morning. I’ll invite her next time. We’ll have more to talk about.

Neha: Alright, now feed me lunch. I’m hungry.

I checked the time; it was 1 p.m., so we swam a bit more quickly. After swimming, we went to the shower room together, taking our change of clothes. After showering, I took off my bikini in front of her, and she also took off her bikini. We were both completely naked.

We admired each other’s bodies and complimented each other. Then we dried ourselves with towels. Neha put on her bra, but it was quite small for her boobs. More than half of her breasts were out. I didn’t say anything at that moment.

Then we changed clothes and went back to the room. I served lunch. Then, I brought up the topic of bras.

Me: What’s your bra size?

Neha: 38DD. You’re asking because my bra looks small, right?

Me: Yes, I mean, is it on purpose or something else?

Neha: What can I say? I bought very few bras. And in the shops here, I couldn’t find 38DD anywhere. Everyone was laughing at my boobs.

Me: Yes, that’s a problem here. Haven’t you noticed how small the girls’ breasts are here? Forget 38DD. Sometimes, even 36C and D are hard to find. Even if they have them, they are padded so that girls with small breasts can wear them with padding.

Neha: Yes, exactly. I was too embarrassed to look in more shops.

Me: I’ll take you to a local market. They have perfect bras there in all sizes.

Neha: Wow, that would be great. When should we go?

Me: Let’s go today. Tell Danish you’re going shopping. I’ll call Nisha to join us.

Neha: Okay, that sounds good. We can have coffee together too.

Then I called Nisha and invited her to the local market. Neeta and I reached the local market again. Nisha had already arrived there. We greeted each other formally and headed to the bra shop. The shopkeeper recognized us since we had shopped there many times before.

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A new life in a big city for a small-town girl was never going to be easy. But I had the determination to explore new horizons and challenges, which had taken me to Mumbai.

A new office and a new group of people had brought some flavour to the new life. But no friends or family had also made my time off work very tough. It’s never easy. But I thought I had done everything to settle down and get into the flow of a new start.

It had been six months. I was relatively new. But still, I blended in perfectly with my teammates and girls with whom I was sharing a flat. The workdays would pass easily. But the weekends and holidays would be particularly tough.

The other girls at my flat had people to go back to, boyfriends to have fun with and lots of other things to do.  But on one of those weekends, we girls decided to stay in and have fun by ourselves. We all had moved in together and were pretty busy with our respective lives.

But we had also forged friendships. It would only deepen further once we bonded over some drinks and food.  It was Saturday night when we decided to have fun. In case any of us were to have any hangovers, the next day would come in handy to recover and rest.

But little did we know even that would not be enough. We just had too much to consume. Or was it just me who was new to the world of drinking? Anvi and Tanya were pros in drinking, as it turned out. Whereas I, a small town girl fresh out of home, was exploring the limits to which I could handle.

Anvi and Tanya were only getting into the groove. But I began feeling like I was losing control. Without experience and knowledge of how much to drink, I had got carried away. I was happy, relaxed and craving for more as the alcohol kicked in.

But my flatmates were rushing from one cigarette to another. I was also feeling uncomfortable with the smoke that had engulfed the entire flat. I thought of moving to the terrace. The flat was on the fifth floor of a small, old building, and there were no balconies.

I took their permission and went upstairs. Being drunk, I thought how tough it was to take one full floor of stairs, being high and lacking control.  It was well past midnight. I had made my way upstairs, unaware of the time. Most of the people were deep asleep.

Here I was, trying to make sense of all that was happening around me right now.  It was dark on the ground with poor street lights. But the moon was making everything visible in shape. At least that’s what I thought. A cold breeze had dried up the sweat around my neck and shoulder.

But my back and armpits were still drenched, I felt. I was wearing white shorts and a black tank top. On the way upstairs, I had carried a stole to cover my attractive white body. I knew it was glowing under the moonlight.  I was feeling sexy from inside!

‘Should I slide my hand inside my panties and finger my pussy? Or should I use my longest finger in the butt hole?’ Random thoughts began running in my mind. I took off the stole and kept it on the floor. I spread my arms wide over my head to let the breeze dry me up.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. The top was thick enough not to show my nipples when they were not hard. Who was going to ogle here at this hour? Anvi had figured out that I had only the top on me. I had, too, since she was displaying her protruding nipples proudly.

Suddenly, a voice thundered, “Kaun hai?” from behind. Lost in the moment, I stumbled and fell hard on the floor. Water pipes were running through the floor, and on one of those, my foot got stuck, and I hit the floor hard.

It was the security guard who had ventured to the terrace at that time. His usual visit is to check the water level in the terrace tank before going to sleep. Usually, he won’t find anyone on the terrace so late in the night. So even Vijay was surprised to see a girl all by herself.

But what scared him was the way I fell into the dirt and some overflowing water. I was wincing in pain. I had not only hit the floor hard but had also banged my elbow on one of the pipes. Vijay came running and helped me up while profusely apologising for scaring me like that.

It turned out I had injured myself. My clothes were dirty, and my elbow was in severe pain. The effect of alcohol, I felt, went up higher than before. I was not feeling myself.

Vijay helped me get up. I was in pain, so he had to put my hand over his shoulders. He was sober, but I was not. He was aware of the happenings but I entirely was not. But I also had no other choice but to cede control to the man who scared me and made me fall.

Vijay helped me settle down on the cemented stairs which led to the guard’s resting room. It was locked. But there was some light coming from the nearby building’s terrace.  As we began inspecting me, I noticed Vijay’s boldness. He was sitting on his haunches.

His touching me was also increasing. He had rubbed his hands pretty hard on my silky thighs a few times when he brushed the dirt off them. Suddenly, there was a power cut, and the darkness grew further. It felt as if I could not see anything in the front for a few moments.

I felt his hand straight up approaching my boob and its nipple. He certainly grazed his hand as if to feel my nipple intentionally.

“Sorry, sorry! Main bas dekh raha tha aap apni jagah se hile to nahi?” (Sorry, sorry! I was trying to figure out if you had moved from the spot) Vijay said.

“Kya bol rahe ho? Is andhere mein kaha jaungi?” (What are you saying? Where would I go in this darkness?) I replied.

“Theek hai, yahi baitho, main generator on karke aaya.” (Please remain seated here while I go and turn on the generator) he said and left.

I had two options. I could have dragged my sorry ass back into my flat or sat out here, in the open, drunk, injured. I got my braless boob grazed by a man whom I won’t recall his face the next day. I chose the latter.

Vijay was back in five minutes from the ground floor without breaking a sweat. His breathing was normal. I stayed put on that cemented staircase, getting a bum-ache from the hard surface, dirty and sweaty.

“The generator won’t power the lift. I would not like you to go down two floors with the injuries. Let’s wait for some time and see if the power is restored,” said Vijay. He boldly made his way to sit right next to me.

I wondered what Anvi and Tanya would be doing while I sat next to the guard who was about to devour me.

“Aap ki khushbu bohut achchi hai,” (You smell very nice) he said.

“Thank you, par maine pi rakhi hai, garmi mein paseena bhi ho raha hai.” (Thank you, I am drunk, but I’m also sweating) I replied.

“Arey ladki ke paseene ki badbu hoti hi kaha hai, aap madam log to sirf mehekte ho!” (Oh, tell me which girl smells? All you madams always smell so nice) he replied.

“Ha, ye to hai par abhi mujhe kafi paseena ho raha hai,” (yes, that’s right but I’m sweating right now) I said.

I knew a few men had a fetish for female sweat and other kinky stuff. If Vijay was among them, there was only one way to figure it out.  I lifted my arm while saying I needed to check if my elbow was alright now. I knew the smell of my armpits would hit his nose.

But as it turned out, Vijay simultaneously moved much closer as if he were to bury his face in me.

“Madam, ye kaun sa perfume hai? Main apni wife ko lakar dunga, bohot achcha hai,” (Which perfume is this? I’ll get one for my wife as well.) he said.

I turned towards him to let him enjoy more of the aroma. But the heat of the moment, the closeness between us, the darkness. It all led to him burying his face in my armpits while his hand attacked my boob.

While he squeezed my boob, flicked my nipple and kissed me all over my neck, shoulder and arms. I failed to recall when was the last time someone made love to me.

Vijay did not waste any time rolling up the top to expose my boobs. He was clean-shaven. I loved having nothing in between my breasts and a man’s tongue and lips. He ate my boobs.

Yes, he ate them and not sucked them. He opened his mouth as wide as he could to take each of my 34c size boobs in his mouth. I felt only sorry that he could only open his mouth to a limit and could not fit the whole of it.

Suddenly, he rose and dropped his pants in a jiff. On night duty, he had showered perhaps a couple of hours back. He smelled, at least, not sweaty and dirty like I was. I was leaning on the stairs as he came right in front of me and shoved his dick into my mouth.

I was taken aback by the speed at which things were happening. But for once, I did not care. I did not care where I was, with whom I was and what I was doing. I was getting mouth-fucked.

Vijay’s dick was long. In darkness, I only imagined it to be black. But its thickness was enough to make me choke. I was drooling. My saliva flowed out of my mouth to slip onto my chin. Then, on my neck and between my breasts. Sure, it was a mix of my saliva and his precum.

I vaguely heard him mentioning happiness over getting a ‘madam’ to get his dick sucked. But I was also busy using my hands too. One was collecting the liquid from my chin and neck and rubbing it over my exposed nipples.

The light wind giving a chilling feeling on my nipples was something I always enjoyed. Even though my shorts were still on my waist, I slid my hand finally into the panty on this open terrace.

True to his strength, Vijay lasted a little more than five minutes when I felt a thick burst of cream hitting my throat. He shivered and moaned while I frantically fingered my pussy, hoping for a burst. I knew I wouldn’t cum while he was already done.

Right at that moment, I heard Anvi calling my name ‘Smriti, Smriti, where are you?”

Vijay was shaken to the core. He literally jumped across, pulled his pants up and just said, “Madam, ek chance dena mujhe please, aapko special wala thank you bolna hai.” (Madam, please give me one chance to say special thanks to you.).

I understood what he meant. I quickly lowered down my top and desperately wiped my face with my bare hands and shoulders to make myself look presentable. The power was back, apparently, and Anvi had come looking for me, worried.

All that she saw was Vijay and me at the same spot. Did she figure out what had just happened here?

Wait for the second part.

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Hi, pehle to shukriya is pyaar ke liye. Mujhe nahi laga tha mere alawa kisi ko desi bdsm mein interest hoga. Khair ab aage batati hu. Rukiye pehle yaad karne dijiye. Sacchi maza aa jata hai wo sab yaad karke.

To mere aaj hi bane pati aur thodi der pehle bane master ne meri aankhon par dupatta (jisko main as a ghoonghat use kar rahi thi) baandh diya. Halka gulaabi hone ke bawajood us dupatte ne meri aankhon ke saamne poora andhera kar diya. Uske bheje porn videos mein maine dupatta aur ye sab dekha tha.

Mard ka aurat ko baandh kar, blindfold karke sex karna, ya fir buri tarah se torture karna. Usne mujhe history of bdsm bhi bheji, ki kaise ancient world mein bdsm feeling ke kaaran hi aaj females’ ka current dressing style hai.

For example, the reason ladki log ke lambe baar hai, kyunki males ko hame control mein rakhne ke liye uska use pasand hai. Even skirts were introduced for women for easy and whenever-men-want sex. Saree to poora submissive banane ke liye hai. Hamara pallu ka main role hi as to serve husbands or to tie us whenever ended (breaking the fourth wall, ye story likhte samay mere pair bed se meri ek saree se bandhe hue hai, meri punishment).

Lekin ye feeling bahut alag thi. Abhi tak jis dupatte ko pehne hui thi, ab wo mera blindfold ban gaya tha.

Yash: Chinta mat karo, tumko aaj kaafi maza aayega. Mere paas tumhare liye suhagraat ka tohfa bhi hai.

Fir usne mere hatho mein ek chhota sa plastic ka saaman de diya. Us samay to main nahi samjhi, par ab bahut ache se samajhti aur use bhi karti hu.

Yash: Isi ko roz pehan ke sogi. Isko yaha rakh do, iska use baad mein hoga (jo couples ye padh rahe hai, wo samajh hi gaye honge ye kya tha?

Maine bhi ball gag ke peechhe se hmm ki awaaz nikali. Shayad Yash ko sunna tha ki main kya bolti hu, isliye usne mera ball gag hataya. Poora drooling ho raha tha. Ganda bhi lag raha tha.

Yash ne kaha: Ab khadi ho.

Mujhe gift ki hadbadi thi to baithe-baithe hi pooch liya-

Main: Batao na ki ye hai kya?

Uska hath jo tab se mere boobs ko nichodh raha tha, wo utha aur mere baalon ko badi zoro se kheenchne laga.

Main cheekh padi: Chhodho, kya kar rahe ho. Chhodho please.

Yash: Pehle tum khadi ho kutiya.

Main bus zameen par jaise-taise pair rakhi aur khadi ho gayi.

Main: Ab to chhodh do please.

Yash: Pehle bolo main Yash ki randi hu.

Main: Main pehli biwi houngi jisko suhagraat par hi uska pati randi bana deta hai. Haa haa Yash ki randi hu.

Yash: Aur zor se bolo.

Main: Koi sunn lega, ye sab kya kar rahe ho? Mere ko samajh nahi aa raha.

Yash: To sunne do, sab ko pata to chale ki ghar mein nayi randi aayi hai.

Mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha tha, ki mujhe baandh ke aur ab kya-kya karne ka socha tha wo. Mere slow replies ke kaaran wo gussa ho gaye, aur mere baalon ko kheench ke aage ki taraf le jaane lage.

Main: Kya kar rahe ho?

Yash: Bahut sharam aati hai na tujhe, my little slave. Ye tumne kya pehna hai?

Main: Heels.

Yash: Aur maine kya kaha tha? Main: Yahi kaha tha.

Yash: Pencil heels kaha tha maine, ye ek inch wali chappal nahi. Tumko videos bheji thi na maine? Ab ek kaam karo, maine waha shoe rack mein ek pencil heels rakhi hai. Wo pehan ke aao

Jis shoe rack ki baat ho rahi thi, wo hall mein rakha hua tha.

Main: Par main kaise jau? Mujhe kholiye to pehle.

Main aise-kaise jau? Koi bhi dekh lega. Mujhe kuch dikh nahi raha hai. Main hall tak pahunchu kaise? Aur mere hath aur pairon mein cuffs lage hue hai.

Yash: Acha ruko, main le aata hu.

Wo mujhe bandha chhodh baahar chale gaye. Mujhe gate lagane ki awaaz aayi to shayad bahaar se band kar gaye the.

Do minute mein wapas aaye. Main wahi ek obedient wife ki tarah khadi thi, bandhi aur horny (hath bandhe rehne ka ye bada nuksaan hai. Aap khud ko bhi khush nahi kar sakte).

Yash: Maine dekh liya hall mein sirf do log hai, aur wo bhi so gaye hai.

Main: Acha aur wo heels jo aap keh rahe hai?

Yash: Haa room ke baahar seedha-seedha corridor mein jaana, wahi rakh diya. Pehan ke le aana.

Itna bol ke usne mujhe baahar dhakel diya. Mujhe bahut ganda aur darr lag raha tha. Main langdate-langdate seedhi (sach bolu to seedha ulta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha) 5 kadam (mujhe 15-20 se kam nahi lage honge. Par bandhe hone kaaran main bahut chhote-chhote steps le rahi thi). Main dheere-dheere wapas aayi. Fir main room mein ghusi hi thi ki mujhe ek zor se thappad pada. Mujhe laga ki maa ji jaag gayi ya aur koi tha kya.

Main: Kon hai, kon hai?

Yash: Main hu randi, tera pati.

Ab main kaafi ghabra aur kaafi garam bhi ho gayi thi.

Main: Wo thappad? Maine kiya kya hai?

Usne mera muh zor se dabaya, aur ek hath se thighs ragad raha tha.

Yash: Randi, saali, maine tumko heels pehan ke laane ke liye bola tha.

Main: Par Yash, mujhe kuch dikh…

Itna bolte hi ek aur thappad. Ye achanak se milne waale thappad, upar se blindfold, kuch samajh hi nahi raha tha. Mujhe bas Yash ji ke sath sex karna tha, normal sex.

Yash: Tu apne maalik ko naam se bulayegi? Kutiya, ruk tujhe aise hi aadha nanga khada karta hu ghar ke bahaar. Papa ji hai waha, unko apna aadha nanga shareer dikha.

Main: Maaf kardo, please sorry. Bataye kya bulau aapko?

Yash: Master, boss, daddy kuch bhi kutiya.

Main: Ok daddy. Chal ab neeche baith aur ye heels pehan. Iske baad teri sawari karunga.

Main neeche baithi, unhone (haa main unhe ab izzat se hi bulati hu us din ke baad se) mujhe ek-ek karke dono heels pakdaye, aur pehanne mein bhi madad ki. Shayad ab wo bhi bechian ho rahe the.

Yash: Chal kutiya, main bistar pe let-ta hu, tu waha pahunch.

Main samajh gayi ki abhi aur beizzat karenge. Unhone heels bhi mujhe isliye pehnaye, kyunki unke according heels aurat ko diye hi isliye gaye the, taaki unki speed kaafi slow ho jaye, aur wo apne mard se bhaag na paye.

Unki heels poori pencil heels, chalti kaise? Main to bina support ke khadi nahi ho paa rahi thi.

Zameen pe thoda rengte-rengte mujhe table kuch dikha, jise pakad ke main khadi ho gayi. Table chhodh ke jo hi pehla kadam li, seedha gir gayi.

Yash: Jaldi uth aur aa.

Mujhe ye khel ab aur samajh nahi aa raha tha. Mujhe bas chahiye tha ki ab wo mujhe yahi aise hi pel de. Main jaise-taise rengte-rengte aur kuch-kuch chalti, waha pahunchi. Pahunchte hi unhone meri nabhi ka paas se meri saree ka ek sira pakda, aur mujhe poora ghuma ke meri saree khol di. Ghoomne aur heels ke kaaran main bistar par gir gayi.

Aur unhone fir mujhe bistar se uthaya aur bistar par hi fenk diya. Lag raha tha unhe mere sath khelne mein maza aa raha tha. Pagal bhediye ki tarah chaatne aur choosne lage wo mujhe. Mujhse khud sabar nahi ho raha tha, aur main tadap ke maare bas cheekh rahi thi. Ab laga bas ab sex ho hi jayega. Lekin nahi, unhe abhi aur khel khelna tha.

Unhone mujhe sideways litaya aur neeche ki taraf le-jaa ke bole: Ek aurat jitna acha choosti hai, utna hi ghuswane mein kam dard deta hai. Isliye tum agle 10 minute tak lagataar mera lund apne muh mein rakhogi, aur choosti rahogi lollipop jaise. Yaad rahe lund bahaar nahi chahiye 10 minute tak.

Kaabu ab mujhse bhi nahi ho raha tha, maine bhi bina ye samjhe ki 10 minute kitna zyada hota hai (males apni females partner se poocho, lund agar gale tak aa jaye to kaisa lagta hai), unka lund apne muh mein le liya. Gag naa ho jau isliye zyada andar nahi liya, aur jeebh se chaatne lagi.

3-4 minute hi hue honge ki unhone mere sir par hath rakha aur dheere-dheere andar push karne lage. Main resist karti to wo aur strict ho jaate, aur mujhe torture karne ka unhe mauka mil jata. Isliye maine bhi aaram se khud ko free chhodh diya. Initially kuch der theek the, fir unhone achanak se raftaar badha di, aur junglee ke jaise mere muh ko aage-peeche karne lage.

Muh se thook ki nadiya nikal rahi thi. Pata nahi unhe ye dekh ke maza aa raha tha kya. Unke lund se mere muh ki chudai ke baad ab meri chut ki chudai ki baari aakhir aa hi gayi.

Unka ek hath mere blouse ke upar tha. Unhone blouse ke upar se mere boobs dabane chaalu kiye. Wahi unka unka doosra hath mere petticoat (jo main unke according hi kaafi tight baandha tha) mein ghusne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Aakhir-kaar wo meri panty ke upar se meri chut ko rub karne lage. Wo ye sab karte-karte ek-dum bekaabu ho gaye, aur main bhi. Main kutiya jaisi chillane lagi. Mujhe bas unka lund chahiye tha mujhe berehmi se pelte hue.

Unhone mere baal kheenche, aur mujhe uthaya.

Yash: Kutiya, apne muh se laal chua.

Maine laal chuana shuru kiya. Fir usne ek soft kapda jaisa kuch mere hontho se almost touch mein rakha, aur thookne ke liye kaha. Mujhe ye to samajh aa gaya tha ki unki fantasy bas mujhe humiliate karna tha.

Main: Pel do master, pel do master.

Wo bhi mujhe aisa pagal hote dekh khush ho rahe honge.

Yash: Saali, jaise tu chilla rahi hai, saara mohalla tujhe pelne aa jayega.

Itna bolte hi unhone ek aadha geela kapda mere muh mein thoos diya. Main samajh gayi thi ki yahi kapda tha jisme main thooki thi.

Yash: Kaisi lagi apni chut ki khushbu (ab tak main khud hi samajh gayi thi ki ye panty thi)?

Mujhe itna ganda lag raha tha, wahi panty jo maine kitni der se pehni hui thi, jisme maine thooka tha, ab wo mere muh mein thi. Mann kar raha tha, jeebh se dhakka deke gira du, par pata nahi kyun sirf chudai par dhyan tha. Mujhe ghodi ban ke unki ghud-sawari bahut achi lag rahi thi.

Yash: Chaat apni chaddi ko kutiya. Mujhe ye poori geeli chahiye. Ek-ek kona jeebh se chaat kar saaf kar randi.

Main nahi chaat-ti to unhe pata nahi chalta. Waise bhi mere muh ki thook se geeli to lagbhag ho hi gayi thi. Par fir maine unki baat ek achi randi ki tarah maan li. Kaafi maza aa raha tha aise beizzat hone mein.

Ab main aur zor-zor se aahen bhar rahi thi, aur chilla rahi thi. Kya chilla rahi thi ye na unhe samajh aaya na mujhe.

Yash: Ruk kutiya, tu aise nahi maanegi.

Ye bol ke unhone apna hath mujhse hataya, aur kuch der baad mere hontho ko dupatte se cover karne lage (Ye wahi dupatta tha jisko maine apna ghoonghat banaya tha). Ab panty bilkul cover aur tight thi. Meri jeebh bina meri panty ko chhue ab andar reh hi nahi sakti thi.

Bata nahi sakti mujhe kitna maza aaya us raat. Ek jallaad ki tarah bas chodte rahe wo, jaise ek kutta road par kisi kutiya ko chodta hai.

Ye sab likhte hui bhi main itni garam ho gayi hu. Meri ungliyan kaamp rahe hai, jaise us raat heels mein mere pair kaamp rahe the, aur chudwaate samay meri taange.

Chudai ke dauran paani bhi nikla. Ab main thak chuki thi. Ek baar garmi utarti to wo apne lund ke 4-5 jhatko se fir meri chut ko apne lund ka pyasa bana dete. Sach mujhe khoob acha laga ki mere pati ne mujhe aurat hone ka asli matlab samjhaya.

Ab dono ki garmi nikal chuki thi. Unhone dheere-dheere meri body se sab kuch hata diya tha, panty, cuffs, dupatta, blouse (poori chudai ki samay jo bhi bas aage se khule the, aur mere shoulders se halka gira diye gaye the), heels (haa main poore sex ke samay heels pehni hui thi), wagaira wagaira. Maine unko pakad ke bas aankhen band kar li thi.

Main: Kaisi gazab raat thi na ye, ji

Yash: Kutiya raat abhi khatam kaha hui hai.

Ye keh ke usne mujhe god mein utha liya.

Yash: Randi saali, maalik ke bagal mein soyegi?

Ye keh ke wo mujhe hamari main almirah ke saamne le aaya, aur almirah ka darwaza khola. Upar wala partition unhone poora khaali kar diya tha. Unhone mujhe us almirah ke andar jaake chhodh diya.

Yash: So idhar kutiya.

Main itni thaki hui thi ki mujhe kahi bhi neend aa jati. Isliye bina kuch bole maine aankhen band kar di. Unhone gate bhi band kar diya. Poora andhera ho gaya.

Haa almost so hi gayi thi. Lekin thodi der baad wo aaye, aur mujhe utha ke bed par wapas le gaye.

Yash: Maza aa gaya (he said smiling).

Apni fantasies poori karne ke baad wo bahut sweet behave karte the, aur bahut khayaal rakhte the. Sacchi guys, wo raat maza aa gaya.

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Salesman: Good evening, ma’am. I see you have a new friend today.

Nisha: Yes, she’s the one shopping today. We’re just here to look around.
Salesman: What size do you need, madam?

Neha: 38DD.

Salesman: Okay, madam.

The salesman then showed us several bras in size 38DD. Neha was pleased to see such a wide selection available.

Me: Neha, do you want to try one on? Just to check the size?

Neha: Do they allow trying here? It would be nice to try one before buying.

Salesman: Madam, we don’t usually allow bras and panties to be tried on, but since you’re her friend, you can try. Which one would you like to try?

Neha: Anyone will do.

The salesman handed Neha a bra to try on. There wasn’t a proper trial room, but there was a small office-like space we used. Neha went there to try it on.

Nisha: So, have you talked about the group yet?

Me: Kind of. We’ll discuss it over coffee later. We’ll approach it as if we’re also new to this arrangement. Honestly, Nisha, Neha has really nice boobs. She’s so fair, and her nipples are pink. Even girls would envy her.

Nisha: Did you see them?

Me: Yes, after swimming, during the shower.

Nisha: You sly fox, I want to see them too.

Me: Go and see while she’s trying it on.

Nisha and I went towards the trial room. The salesman understood and stepped aside. Nisha opened the gate.

Nisha: Did you try it on? Is it okay?

Neha: Yes, it’s fine. Look.

Neha turned towards us, wearing the bra. It fits well. Nisha even touched it a bit to check.

Nisha: Try one more. It’s the local market, so just to be sure.

I signalled the salesman for another bra, pointing to a transparent one. He handed it to Neha. Nisha didn’t move away from the door, so Neha didn’t close it.

Me: Don’t worry, he’s on the side. Go ahead and try it on.

Neha removed the first bra. Nisha stared at her bare breasts. Neha then tried the transparent bra, which also fit well.

Neha: This one fits well too. Thanks, guys. You’ve solved my problem.

Nisha squeezed her breasts lightly and said, “No need to thank us, we just helped out.” We all laughed. Neha got dressed and came out. She bought ten bras of different types. Then we decided to go to a nearby coffee shop. Neha treated us to coffee to help her out. We relaxed and chatted over coffee.

Nisha: Neha, you’re really hot
.
Neha: Thanks. You’re hot, too.

Nisha: Hmm, actually, all three of us are hot. So, what’s going on? What did you two do today?

Me: Nothing much, just reminisced about old times and went swimming.

Nisha: You went swimming without me? Not cool.

Me: Next time, we’ll all go together.

Neha: Yes, it will be fun.

Nisha: What kind of fun, Neha? Did I do anything funny with you? She doesn’t do anything with me even though I’ve offered myself multiple times.

Me: Haha, very funny. No, we just talked a lot.

Nisha: What did you talk about?

Neha: Nothing special, just about our old times and married life.

Me: Nisha, Neha hasn’t had any other guy till now. Same story as ours.

Nisha: I know, right?  We can only talk together. What else can we do?

Neha: Tell me, how often do you get laid these days?

Me: These days, it’s quite rare.

Nisha: Looking at you, it doesn’t seem like your husband leaves you without sex.

Neha: There was a time he did it every day.

Nisha: Then how do you deal with the itch?

Neha: Sometimes, I finger myself in the bathtub.

Nisha: Fingering won’t do much for your itch. You need a big one. What’s your husband’s size?

Neha: What else can I do? I don’t have any other choice. Danish’s size is around 8 inches.

Nisha: Wow, then Danish’s is bigger than Imran’s.

Neha: How do you know Imran’s size?

Nisha: Just like I know Danish’s size.

Neha: Oh, I thought you had sex with Imran.

Nisha: If it were possible, I would have. Not just Imran, I would have taken Danish’s too.

Me: Yes, you can have everyone’s, and I’ll just stick to one.

Nisha: No, darling, you too should try Akash’s and Danish’s. Neha, do you mind sharing Danish’s?

Neha: Talking about it is fine, but it’s not possible. But it would be nice if we could share each other’s husbands.

Nisha: Yes, it would be nice. But you said it’s not possible.

Me: Honestly, if we could share our husbands, it would be great. Everyone would enjoy it, and it would remain our secret.

Nisha: Look, Me, we’ve been talking about this for so long. But it’s not true that it’s impossible. You know, girl power and all that shit.

Neha: What girl power?

Nisha: Look, if we three can convince our husbands individually from our angles, and we all agree to group swapping, then it can happen. It won’t go beyond our group.

Neha: But how do we tell our husbands?

Me: Suppose I have to tell Imran, I would spin the conversation in such a way that he would suggest swapping himself. Convincing husbands should be easy. Everyone can talk in their way.

Neha: Yes, and they might agree quickly, thinking they’ll get another woman. They’ll get excited immediately.

Nisha: So, it’s decided that we will talk to our husbands about it. We’ll try to make the swapping plan successful. We’ll keep trying until they agree.

Neha: Amen

Me: Amen

We shook hands to finalize this decision. I had brought Nisha along because she could talk openly about such things. Neha had an open mind, so it wasn’t very difficult. Then Danish called, and Neha had to leave early. Nisha dropped me home.

Me: So, Nisha, do you think Neha and Danish are in?

Nisha: 100 per cent.

Me: The group has grown a bit. But don’t you think we should add another couple before the next plan?

Nisha: Fuck, Priya, you are one insatiable woman! But you are not wrong. I talked to Akash. He mentioned about his junior, Raj. Akash spoke to him, and he said he’s open to the idea, but he won’t tell his wife himself. I’ve met his wife, Preeti. She seemed a very nice, homely, countryside girl from Bihar. But it didn’t seem like she would be into this.

Me: Then?

Nisha: Nothing, Akash asked me to talk to her without mentioning that Raj is already on board. You know, to see if she’s open to the idea.

Me: Bitch! Talk to her then.

Nisha: I won’t do it alone. You should be there too. We’ll try. It might be a bit difficult, but what’s the harm in trying? I’ve called her over tomorrow. You come too. We’ll have lunch at my place.

Nisha dropped me home. The next day at 11, I reached her place. Preeti had also arrived. We introduced ourselves and started chatting.

Nisha: Preeti, let me know if you get bored.

Preeti: No, Didi, it’s nice to have a ladies’ chat.

Nisha: So, what’s going on? Is Raj keeping you happy?

Preeti: Yes, Didi.

Me: When did you get married?

Preeti: It’s been five years, Priya Didi.

Me: Only five years, so there must still be a spark in your married life. Enjoy it.

Preeti: Didi, will the spark fade over time?

Nisha: With time, it happens, Preeti. Both of us have been married for over 20 years. Do you think the same spark will last 20 years?

Preeti: So, does Akashji not love you anymore?

Nisha: No, he loves me a lot. But if you’re talking about that kind of love, yes, it has reduced.

Preeti: Yes, Didi, that kind of love does fade. After our daughter was born, even Raj didn’t love me like he did in the first two years.

Nisha: Should I talk to Raj about why he doesn’t love my sister?

Preeti: No, No, No, please, Didi, don’t! he loves me a lot. I was talking about that kind of love.

Nisha: What do you call that kind of love?

Preeti: Raj and I call it making khichdi.

Nisha and I burst laughing at this girl’s naivete.

Nisha: Wow, you two are so cute. Do you know what we call it?

Preeti: Making love?

Nisha: No, not that formal. We call it chudai. Like, I get fucked by Akash every day.

Preeti: I know the word chudai Didi, mein inti bhi bholi nahi. (I’m not a simpleton)

Me: Then what do you call the Dick and the Cunt?

Preeti: I call the Dick ‘babu’ and the Cunt ‘kali.’

Me: LMAO, Fuck, this girl is hilarious!

Nisha: Let’s do one thing. You all stop calling it babu. Instead, openly use the words Dick, Pussy, Cunt, Asshole, sex, anal, etc. It will bring excitement on its own. Today, tell Raj to fuck you with his cock and tear your pussy apart.

Preeti: No, Didi. Won’t he feel bad if I say it like that? I don’t even call him by his name. I can’t do it. What if he gets angry?

Me: I don’t think any man on this earth will have a problem with a woman asking him to bury his dick deep inside her pussy or ass hole.

Preeti: Didi, I think gays will

Then, all three laughed.

Preeti: Didi, can you give me some more kichdi tips?

Nisha: What?

Preeti: You know sex tips. I really enjoy being fucked. Sometimes I can’t tell Raj that I miss his dick.

Nisha: Now you’re talking right.

Me: Have you taken Raj’s cock in your butt?

Preeti: I tried, Didi. It’s really hard to take it in the ass.

Me: Then, first, you should practice this. For a few days, take his dick in the butt. Practice will make it easier.

Nisha: And do you suck his dick or not?

Preeti: Yes, Didi, that I do.

Me: Have you ever taken his entire cum in your mouth and tasted it?

Preeti: No, Didi, I don’t think I can do that. I think I’ll throw up. Does it even taste good?

Me: I drink it all. Try taking his jizz in your mouth sometimes and then invite him to kiss. Both of you can taste his hot cum together. Its an acquired taste.

Nisha: And does Raj lick your pussy?

Preeti: Yes, Didi, he does, but he doesn’t enjoy it much.

Nisha: It seems like Raj needs some training.

Preeti: Didi, I really enjoy it when he licks my pussy. But he doesn’t do it for long, and I feel too shy to ask him for more.

Me: So the problem lies with Raj. He needs to learn more. See, couples should talk openly with each other. He will never feel bad if you tell him what you like during sex. If you talk, he will understand on his own and will do more of what you like.

Preeti: Didi, do you watch porn?

Nisha: Is that even a question? Who doesn’t watch porn?

Preeti: What type of porn do you both like to watch?

Nisha: Priya and I both watch MILF porn, where a young boy fucks a woman like us.

Preeti: Wow, Didi, do you watch it together?

Nisha: Yes, sometimes, but usually, we watch separately.

Preeti: Do you then get fucked by young boys?

Me: No, that’s not possible, so we have to make do by watching. What type of porn do you watch?

Preeti: Actually, I like all types. But there is one genre I love the most. Promise you won’t tell anyone.

Nisha: Do you think we would tell anyone? You’re like our little sister.

Preeti: I like watching lesbian porn the most. Is there something wrong with me?

Me: Tell me, does seeing a dick make your pussy leak? Have you ever felt disinterested in seeing a cock?

Preeti: No, Didi, that has never happened.

Me: Then there’s nothing wrong with you. It could be that you like having your pussy licked so much that you prefer those types of porn. In lesbian porn, they intensely lick each other’s cunts.

Preeti: Yes, Didi, that’s why I watch it. Have you both ever seen each other’s pussies?

Nisha: Pussy? We’ve seen each other completely naked, kiddo. We are best friends. We don’t have sex but discuss everything else.

Preeti: You both are so good. I wish I had a friend like that with whom I could talk openly.

Me: We have considered you our little sister now, and you’re looking for a friend elsewhere.

Nisha: Preeti, look, you can share anything with us. We have shared so much with each other.

Me: Yes, Preeti, honestly, we like talking about these things. It makes us want to have a lot of sex. Then we go home and have sex with our husbands.

Nisha: You’re still feeling shy, aren’t you? Let’s do one thing. Let’s all get completely naked and talk to each other. All the shyness will go away.

Then Nisha and I took off our clothes. Nisha removed my bra and panties, and I removed hers. Preeti was still a little shy. Then Nisha made her stand up. Preeti also took off her clothes, standing there in just her bra and panties. She was looking at us.

Then I removed her bra, and Nisha removed her panties. Then Nisha said, let’s go to the bedroom and talk naked on the bed. Nisha and I went to the kitchen to get some chips and drinks.

Nisha: Priya, she can be seduced, but I think we need to show her heaven first.

Me: Are you suggesting that we both should lick her pussy?

Nisha: That’s why you’re my best friend. You understand everything. Let’s talk in that direction. Once she tastes it, she might agree with everything we say.

Then, all three of us went to Nisha’s bedroom. Nisha lay on the right side of the bed, I placed Preeti in the middle, and I lay on the left.

Nisha: Preeti, your breasts are really nice. Raj must be licking them all the time.

Preeti: Yes, Didi, he is crazy about my breasts.

Me: Anyone could be crazy about your breasts, kiddo. They are so small and cute.

While talking, I was caressing Preeti’s left breast, and Nisha was caressing her right breast, touching them lovingly.

Preeti: Didi, your breasts are lovely, too. You two are so good that any young man would be ready to fuck you.

Nisha: How many people have licked your pussy?

Preeti: Just Raj, Didi, honestly. No one else. Have you two had anyone else lick you?

Me: Forget about us. Today’s topic is you. Tell me, do you ever wish someone else licks your pussy?

Preeti: Raj doesn’t do it much, Didi, so I wish someone could lick my pussy like crazy.

Then Nisha touched Preeti’s pussy.

Me: How does it feel when Nisha touches your pussy?

Preeti: Ahh! It feels good.

Nisha then moved closer to her pussy, caressing it well, especially her clitoris.

Me: How does it feel now, Preeti?

Preeti: It feels very good, Didi.

Me: Do you want to take Didi’s breast in your mouth?

As soon as Preeti heard this, she took one of my breasts in her mouth and started caressing the other breast. Meanwhile, Nisha poured some honey on her pussy and began licking it. After licking all the honey, Nisha opened her pussy lips and started licking.

Preeti was enjoying it a lot. She started sucking my breast harder. The more Nisha licked her pussy, the harder she sucked my boob. I also offered her the other breast, which she quickly took into her mouth.

Nisha then started licking her clitoris vigorously and inserted a finger into her butt, licking both her pussy and butt. By now, Preeti was very aroused.

Me: Do you want to take my pussy in your mouth?

Preeti: Please, Didi, give it to me.

Then I got up and placed my pussy in Preeti’s mouth. Meanwhile, Nisha continued to lick her pussy and finger her butt. This turned me on. I started caressing my breasts and pressed my clean-shaven pussy more into Preeti’s mouth. Preeti kept sucking my pussy juices without stopping.

Nisha then inserted three fingers into her pussy  and started fingering it while licking her clitoris. Preeti couldn’t hold it anymore and released her fluids. Nisha continued the process. When Nisha teased her clitoris, Preeti went crazy and started sucking my clitoris as well.

My pussy was in Preeti’s mouth, Preeti’s pussy was in Nisha’s mouth. Nisha’s pussy was still alone. Nisha started fingering her pussy occasionally while continuing to lick Preeti’s pussy. Then I moved my pussy from Preeti’s mouth and shifted her a bit. I then lay down and gave my pussy to Preeti.

Now, our position was like a triangle. Nisha was licking Preeti’s pussy, I was licking Nisha’s, and Preeti was licking me. (Don’t try this when you hit a certain age. I got cramps twice, lol) It was my first Lesbian experience, and I admit it was fucking awesome.

I was happy that my first time would be with my best friend, Nisha. But Preeti was licking my pussy so well that it felt really good. I started doing to Nisha what Preeti was doing to me, so I got used to it quickly. Now all three of us were licking each other’s cunts.

Preeti then put a finger in my butt and spread my pussy wide open, licking it passionately. I did something similar with Nisha. Nisha’s pussy was also releasing a lot of juices. Since I had already tasted my fluid, it wasn’t a new taste. But there was an excitement.

Nisha started releasing her fluid, and I began releasing mine into Preeti’s mouth. Preeti licked all my fluid dry. She was eating my pussy like a nymphomaniac (so much for a countryside girl). We continued this process until all three of us were exhausted.

During this, Preeti had cum thrice, and Nisha and I had two orgasms. Then, tired, we all cuddled up and relaxed.

Preeti: Thanks, sisters, you both are very good. I’ve never had this much satisfaction before.

Nisha: You’re our little sister; we’ll do anything for you.

Me: Yeah, we had never done this before, you know. But we felt like you needed it, so we supported you.

Nisha: Yeah, I hope you enjoyed it. You might also be thinking that I called you here for this.

Preeti: No, Didi, I know I hinted at going in this direction. Otherwise, you two were only talking about dicks.

Me: Yes, to be honest, for me, sex isn’t complete without a dick. I told you how much I love drinking cum. If I can’t do that, I can’t sleep. But this was good, too.

Preeti: Sorry if I made you do this. But I enjoyed it a lot. Nisha Didi, you eat pussy so well. It didn’t feel like you were doing it for the first time.

Nisha: haah, haan mein to Priya ki choot and gand hi chati rehti hoon subah se shaam. (Yeah, right! Of course, I spend all day licking Priya’s ass)

Preeti: No, Didi, I meant it as a compliment. Right now, I feel like jumping around naked with joy.

Me: Then jump.

Preeti: I can do anything for you. If you need any help, let me know.

Nisha and I were waiting for this. Now, it seemed like it might work.

Nisha: If you promise not to tell anyone, we want to share something with you.

Preeti: Tell me, I promise I won’t tell anyone.

Nisha: Look, if you feel bad, you can say no, and don’t ever discuss it with anyone.

Preeti: What’s happening, Didi? Why are you creating suspense?

Me: Look, you said you’d do anything for us, so we’re saying this. You know how much we love dicks.

Nisha: Yes, so your job is to arrange some for us.

Preeti: How, Didi?

Nisha: Listen to the whole thing first. We’re bored of getting fucked by the same dick. We’ve even slept with each other’s husbands to get different tastes.

Me: Don’t be so shocked. Yes, I’ve had sex with Akash, and she is with my husband. Now, we want you and Raj to join this group.

Nisha: If you say yes, Aakash will talk to Raj. You need to hint at him and tell him, “Nisha Didi is planning something. If you want to be a part of it, I have no problem.”

Me: Trust me, you won’t lose out. Imran and Akash are great at sex. They’ll satisfy your thirst well. You’ll get a new Dick. We’ll all have sex with different men. You’ll never get bored of sex. Think about it and let us know.

Preeti: You two had sex with each other’s husbands! Wow, you ladies are amazing.

Nisha: We told you the whole plan, and you’re stuck on the fact that we slept with each other’s husbands. You and Raj can join us if you want

Preeti:  I already promised that I’d do anything for you two. So, I’m ready. I’ll hint to Raj, too. But can I say something?

Nisha: Don’t say it’s wrong.

Me: No, she’s not saying that. She’s saying she’ll stay in the swapping group. But she also wants to continue what happened between the three of us today. Isn’t that right?

Nisha: Oh, is that what she’s implying?

Preeti: Yes, Didi, this is our secret. Please, the three of us should continue what happened today sometimes.

Then, the three of us decided that this secret would be separate from the swapping group. We wouldn’t tell our husbands about this. This way, Nisha and I expanded our group. The next trip was going to be even more fun. That was for sure.

We had lunch and went to our homes. While saying goodbye, we kissed each other’s lips. By the next day, Neeta had also confirmed that they were in.

Do let me know if this is getting to sound like a drag, and I’ll end it.

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