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From under the bed, Kishen watches his mother (Savi) and Maya aunty (his friend Karthik’s mother) in hot lesbian action. Laying on their sides, they’re fully engrossed in the 69 position. It was Savi’s back that was facing him. At first glance, it looked as if Savi was headless.

Her neck was bent forward too deep in licking Maya’s bottom. The second glimpse he got was that of Maya Aunty’s head. Unlike his mom’s, her head rested comfortably on Savi’s thighs. Eyes closed, her tongue and lips flicked on and sucked Savi’s clit.

Her hand went over Savi’s outer thigh to reach the butt crack. Her fingers worked to spread and stimulate Savi’s ass hole. With a pounding heart, Kishen watched them for several seconds. Then Maya leaned her head back in pleasure and happened to open her eyes.

When Maya screamed ‘Hai Bhagwan!” Savi thought she’d made her cum. But she instantly knew something was wrong when Maya broke off the 69 position. Savi saw utter shock on Maya’s face. Her chubby body struggled to sit up on the bed and grab the pillows to cover her breasts and groin.

Savi was almost as shocked when she turned to see what triggered Maya. She saw her son wearing her chaddi on his dick and stroking it and wearing Maya’s chaddi on his face. Savi sat up and covered her privates with her hands. Aside from being utterly surprised, a part of Savi was also worried.

Kishen may have made a grave, irreversible mistake. She didn’t know how the conservative-minded Maya would react. Maya sure was shocked. At the same time, the sexually excited and cock-starved part of Maya was smitten by Kishen’s cock. And Kishen could sense it.

“Hi, Maya aunty. I saw how you sucked and licked my mother’s clit. And I know that you were imagining it to be a dick,” says Kishen. He boldly steps onto the bed. Uncertain how to react to Kishen approaching, Maya leans back. Kishen steps closer, his dick just inches away from her face.

Maya turns her head away towards Savi beside her, pretending to be disgusted. In reality, it was not to show how her eyes may get fixated on it. Maya sees Savi looking at her. She is surprised by the lack of reaction/expression on Savi’s face.

It was as though Savi used to seek Kishen that way. Then, the realization hits Maya! With wide eyes, she asks, “Are you…doing it with your son also?”

“Consensual…and harmless!” Savi responds, nodding.

Maya froze, expressionless, for several seconds that felt like an eternity to Savi and Kishen. Seeing Savilooking at Maya, Kishen begins to worry if what he did was a big mistake. Keeping her hand on a ‘lost-in-thought’ Maya’s shoulder, Savi asks, “Is everything alright?”

“It is anything but alright, Savitri!” Mays speaks out. “It is all so hard to process. I don’t know what is wrong and what is right.”

“How on earth can being ‘consensual and harmless’ be considered wrong, Maya aunty?” Kishen asks. He steps back to give Maya some space. He stands in front of her like Superman—with his hands on his hips.

“It feels so wrong. But it isn’t when you think of it. It feels so taboo and equally exciting. It feels like life is rewarding me with what I have been missing out on. I am feeling so overwhelmed.” Maya says and begins to tear up.

In silence, Kishen and Savi watch Maya cry. Savi rubs her arms, trying to calm her. As Maya regains her composure, Kishen says, “It’s fine, Maya aunty. I can understand your state of mind. Even I have been shocked discovering some people’s sexual indulgences.”

Rubbing her cheeks over her shoulder to wipe away her tears (as her hands are on the pillows covering her privates), Maya looks at Kishen and asks, “Indulgences like what?”

“Well, I have seen father and daughter fuck, for example. I have seen a wife treat her husband like a slave because he wants her to. I have even been treated roughly by three women, with my consent, of course. And I have seen a mother tease the hell out of her son.”

Savi realizes that Kishen is referring to Neethu and Ramesh (Part 7) for his first example, to Deepti and Manoj sir for the second (part 5), and to her’s, Deepti’s and Usha’s treatment of Kishen for the third (Part 10). She wonders which ‘mother and son’ he is referring to.

She gets suspicious but doesn’t think much of it, as she has to deal with Maya first.

“Hai bhagwan! Who are these people?” Maya asks.

“They’re people like you and me, Maya. Ordinary folks living with dignity.” Savi says.

“We can’t tell you the names if that’s what you’re asking. That would mean ‘gossiping’ and breach of privacy.” Kishen adds.

“I know. Your mom told me how gossiping is undesirable in your so-called lifestyle of sexual liberation,” says Maya.

“I know. I was under the bed listening in to your conversation,” Kishen says to Maya, smiling from under the chaddi he’s wearing on his face.

Maya begins to chuckle. Savi follows, relieved at knowing that she is feeling at ease even with Kishen standing in front of her like Superman with his chaddi-wrapped dick pointed in her direction.

“Give me back my chaddi,” Maya orders playfully.

“No…you first unwrap my gift for you,” Kishen says, pointing to his dick. He steps closer.

Maya looks at Kishen’s crotch like a kid who’s been shown a birthday cake. Excited, she looks at Savi with a ‘Can I blow the candle?” look. “Go on, ” Savi signals with a head nod and a naughty smile.

Losing the pillows, getting up on her knees, and moving closer to her ‘gift’, Maya unwraps Savi’s chaddi from Kishen’s dick. She stares at it as though it was a pot of gold.

“It’s so beautiful, ”

“It’s all yours,” Savi and Kishen say in unison.

“I thought I’d never see a cock again in my life,” Maya says. She leans forward with pouting lips and kisses Kishen’s dick tip. She fondles Kishen’s balls with both hands—as though she was meticulously shaping a big clay ball.

“Ahh, .my hand has dearly missed that wonderful feeling of balls-fondling,” she adds. “I also missed smelling it, ”

Savi watches Maya as she closes her eyes and begins to run her upper lips and nose across the length of Kishen’s cock.

Suddenly, Maya gasps and moves her head away. With wide eyes, again, she looks at Kishen and then Maya.

“What is it?” Savi asks.

Maya looks up towards Kishen and asks him, “Are you doing it with Fidah aunty, also? ”

Kishen is taken aback. “How did she guess?” he wonders. Even Savi is surprised at Maya’s question as she, too. I didn’t know anything about Kishen and Fidah.

“What makes you say that?” Kishen asks, trying to dodge answering Maya’s question. And from Kishen’s counter question, Savi is sure something is going on between him and Fidah.

“I knew Kishen’s cock would smell different, but I never expected to have traces of what I’m sure is Fidah’s attar,” Maya responds. Savi leans forward and smells Kishen’s cock to confirm Maya’s finding. Her eyes widen, too.

Looking at how the two women were looking at him for answers, Kishen knew there was no way he could dodge them. Fidah’s privacy slipped out of his cock!

“I don’t know if you will believe me, but I am telling the truth when I say nothing really happened between us. She was initially keeping her distance from me while she indulged with other people earlier today in her home.”

“Why?” asks Savi and Maya in unison.

“She was concerned about you finding out and was worried about breaking her friendship with you,” explains Kishen.

“Who were these ‘other people’?” asks a curious Maya. She begins rubbing her crotch.

“You know I can’t tell you that to respect their privacy.”

“Oh yes, sorry. Gossiping sure is pretty hot and tempting. But, I have to say, I didn’t expect a well-respected conservatively-attired Muslim woman like her to whore around that too with more than one person. I am not judging her, though.”

“So how did her attar’s smell end up on your dick,” Savi asks, unconvinced.

“I was so horny, I convinced her to indulge with me. She was about to start blowing me when she dropped the idea abruptly. I was baffled. She then made me fuck her armpit, and that, too, just a few thrusts. Then she requested me to leave.”

“That’s weird and unlike her,” Savi says, confused.

“Even I, too, felt it to be weird.”

“I can’t believe the kind of shocking, scandalous, and hot information that I’m being exposed to today, ” says Maya.

“I can understand Maya aunty. I have been through versions of what you’re going through. The discoveries I’ve made were…life-changing.”

“But…why do you think Fidah did that? And does she know about us and our circle?” Savi asks Kishen as she ponders over the startling Fidah-connection.

“She was suspicious about us. But I have not revealed anything beyond the bare minimum about the circle.”

“While you sit and wonder, Savi, please excuse me. I have to get back to your son’s cock. It’s my moment with a cock, after ages.” says Maya.

Ignoring a ‘lost-in-thought’ Savi sitting next to her, horny Maya goes back to playfully stroke Kishen’s dick. She comments, “This young man (referring to Kishen’s cock) has been inside many pussies, including his mom’s. And he is about to explore mine, too. Let me take a good look at this champ.”

Maya proceeds to ‘examine’ Kishen’s shaft, moving it around, pulling the foreskin, admiring the shape of the mushroom and whatnot. She suddenly asks, “Oh my…Savi, you sucked this young man today also?”

Savi is surprised and wonders how on earth Maya came to know. Savi had indeed teased Kishen with an incomplete blowjob earlier that day before he left to meet his friends (Part 17).

“How did you know that?” Kishen asks Maya.

“There is a small smudge of what is unmistakably Savi’s lipstick on Kishen’s balls, right at the edge where the shaft begins,” Maya says with a smile.

“Oh..My…God!” Kishen and Savi utter in unison, looking at each other.

.What happened?” asks a confused Maya

“So, Fidah aunty saw the smudge too,” Kishen tells Savi.

“And she probably confirmed her suspicion about us fucking.” Savi responds.

“So she made me fuck her armpit, KNOWING that you would certainly smell her on my cock. But why?”

“She intended to send a message, Kishen. She wants to let us know that she knows we’re making out.”

“You mean, could it be that Fidah aunty just sent us a welcome message to join her circle, Mom?” Kishen says with the smile of a lottery ticket winner.

“Woohoo,” Kishen screams with joy and jumps around on the bed like a happy kid—as though a dream he yearned for came true. Savi looks visibly amazed at Fidah’s brilliance. Maya is confused.

“Come, dress up, Kishen. Let’s go over to that smart bitch’s place and hand over the response to her message then and there!” Savi says. “Dress up, and come with us if you want, Maya.”

Kishen and Savi get out of the bed to dress up. Disappointed at not being able to indulge with Kishen, Maya asks, “Can we confront Fidah some other day? Can I have my moments with Kishen now? You know I’ve been yearning for a cock.”

“You could get more than one cock at Fidah Aunty’s place. You know… the ‘other people’ are possibly still there.” Kishen.

Maya gets visibly excited…but she also gets concerned just as soon. She asks, “But how do we trust them? Do I know them or something?” Maya asks.

“Oh, Maya aunty. You are in for a ride. I don’t want to spoil the fun by answering your question.” Kishen teases.

“Maya, Kishen’s excitement is nothing more than a hypothesis at this point. I need to talk with Fidah first about what she did. I don’t know anything about Fidah, her sex life, or her circle. All I know now is that my son is involved. Your privacy…our privacy,  is what I care about the most. So, I will not do anything crazy or reveal anything unless I’m convinced it’s safe. Exciting stuff may happen, but maybe not, as well. It will be good if you can come to br a mediator between me and Fidah.” Savi explains. Maya agrees.

They leave to meet Fidah. Almost an hour had passed by the time Kishen, Savi and Maya reached Fidah’s doorstep. They barely noticed the time go by in their anticipation and excitement. It took several minutes for Fidah to answer the door to their calling bell.

Fidah appeared sweaty and dishevelled in the way she dressed. Savi and Maya confirmed that Fidah was indeed ‘guilty as suspected’ from the way she looked at Kishen while welcoming them in.

“You seem to be in the middle of an exercise or something…did we interrupt you?” Savi asks with a sarcastic undertone.

“Yes, I was indeed in the middle of an activity,” Fidah responds.

“We see a lot of footwear outside your door. Are there others here?” asked Maya as they proceeded to sit on the sofa.

“Umm…yes, Maya, they are in Tariq’s room,” responds Fidah.

Fidah offers them snacks. They decline, even when she insists. Several awkward seconds pass. In the silence of the room, Savi and Fidah engage in a stare-down. Their eyes converse,  “I know what you did, Fidah.”

”I know you know, Savi.”

“I know you know. I know, Fidah.”

Passing through this nail-biting decisive moment, Kishen and Maya see a mild smile appearing on Savi’s and FIdah’s serious-looking faces. To their relief, it progresses into the two laughings. Sporting a follow-along grin, Maya and Kishen look at each other.

Savi gets up, steps towards Fidah and pinches hard her left nipple over her kurthi. She says. “You whore…I liked your attar stunt. But I could have easily missed out on it, and your effort would have been for nothing.”

“Ha ha…I saw your lipstick smudge on the bottom of your son’s cock shaft. I was rather sure you would find out,” responds Fidah. She looks at Maya and asks Savi, “How is Maya in all this? I thought she was pretty traditional and conservative.”

“That’s what I thought about you, too, Fidah.” Maya comments.

“Well…she is still new to all this. I was slowly roping her into my circle by being her trusted confidant and, later, her partner in some harmless lesbian crime. As we caught up today for the same, Kishen interrupted us dramatically. And now we’re here,” Savi says.

“Mashallah!” says Fidah. Surprising them, Fidah begins stripping. “What are you waiting for? Lose your clothes and join the action in my son’s room.”

“Uh…Fidah. Can we trust the folks there?” asks Savi.

“I would not have welcomed you otherwise, Savi. My circle is all about trust, respect and confidentiality. Don’t worry.”

“Good. My circle, too,” says Savi.

“I know…I’m impressed by how well Kishen represented your circle. He was careful about not revealing much info about your circle to protect the integrity and privacy of the persons involved. Although I was suspicious, I had no clue you were involved until I saw the lipstick smudge.”

Fidah says. “So, ladies, get ready to be surprised at knowing who all are in my circle.”

“Are there people we know?” asks Maya.

“See for yourself,” Fidah answers. Looking at each other with wide grins of anticipatory excitement, Savi and Maya begin stripping, followed by Kishen. They follow a naked, headscarf-wearing Fidah into Tariq’s room.

Entering the room, Kishen, Maya and Savi are stunned. They see the centre of the room, the naked back of a big, hairy and bulky (but equally muscular) man—a real-life Hulk of sorts. He was ruthlessly fucking ‘someone’ from behind.

They couldn’t see who was being fucked as his big body eclipsed that individual’s body. His huge arm buckled so that someone’s hips were in position. The big fingers of his other hand covered that ‘someone’s face’ to conceal the sound of their moaning as he fucked them intensely.

“Is that Altaf?” Kishen hears Savi ask Fidah.

“The one and only, My dear brother,” Fidah responds with a proud smile.

“So, he is the ‘special someone’,” Kishen says to himself. However, Kishen hadn’t seen Altaf. He remembers the name. Altaf is Fidah’s brother and Tariq’s uncle. Kishen and the boys had heard a lot about Altaf from Tariq, especially accounts involving his physique and strength.

The man is a sub-inspector and has ‘rescued’ Gauri (the maid) from the clutches of her abusive husband by beating him to a pulp (Part 2). Connecting the dots, Kishen finally understands why Gauri wished no one else fuck her first but him. She wished to gift herself to him as a token of her gratitude.

Seeing the huge man that he was, Kishen understood why it had been crucial for Fidah to ‘prepare’ Gauri’s holes for Altaf (Part 19, 20).

Savi, Maya and Kishen longed to see the individual was who was being boned hard by Altaf. From that person’s muffled moans that filled the room, they could guess how long and girthy Altaf’s cock may be plundering their hole.

“My God! Fidah aunty. Good that we prepared Gauri’s holes for Altaf uncle. With that kind of pounding, he would have damagingly ripped the thin Gauri’s holes otherwise,” Kishen says.

“Who is Gauri?” Maya asks.

“Gauri is the society maid, Maya. And Kishen, that is not Gauri who is being pounded by Altaf’s uncle right now. Gauri has had more than enough of gifting herself to my brother.” says Fidah and points to the bed.

All of the guests’ eyes had naturally gravitated to Altaf’s intense humping. Until Fidah pointed, they didn’t notice Gauri lying flat—passed out, on the bed. Even in that state, she was panting. The gold ornaments Fidah had made her wear lay astray on her body.

Her hair lay in tangles and disarray. Her makeup was messy—with mascara leaving a trail of dried tears on her face. Kishen, Maya and Savi saw Gauri’s sore red pussy with cum dripping out. There were red bite marks on her neck, face, breasts and navel.

There were also bruise-like spots that they instantly knew were a result of Altaf’s strong hands and fingers gripping her tight.

“You can’t see it from here, but Altaf’s cum is oozing out of her butt-hole also,” Fidah says.

“Wait a minute! So, who is he pounding now?” asks Kishen.

“That’s the nephew whose ass is being filled by his beloved uncle,” Fidah responds.

The guests cover their mouths upon realizing that it’s young Tariq that’s being pounded so mercilessly. Curious and wanting to witness gay action for the first time in her life, Maya involuntarily steps forward. Altaf notices a naked, chubby, bubbly-boobied Maya watching him.

He notches up his pounding, looking her in the eye. Kishen and Savi see Maya is visibly scared at seeing Tariq being pounded on so mercilessly. His body was force-locked in position against his huge uncle’s body.

“Hai Bhagwan! That doesn’t look so consensual and harmless, Savi,” says Maya.

“Ha ha…it is, though. My son is enjoying the pleasure he is going through at the hands of his uncle.”

“Are you sure? His face is red. Your brother’s strong grip seems to be cutting the blood flowing towards his head. His neck seems to be in an odd position. Tears are flowing out of his eyes.” says a concerned Maya.

“Look at his cock, Maya. It’s hard as fuck. All his blood is probably gushing through the veins of his penis as Altaf keeps knocking down his prostrate pleasure spot while stretching the periphery of his hole,” responds Fidah.

Even Kishen and Savi step forward to see if Tariq’s dick is hard, as Fidah says. Looking at how rough and forceful Altaf was, a part of them needed to see to be convinced that Tariq was indeed enjoying it.

They see that Tariq’s cock was not entirely hard all the way. But it was oozing pre-cum that drooled out in long threads—only to break off to the floor at the force of Altaf’s pounding.

Maya still isn’t convinced. Concerned, she goes over and breaks the action off like how a referee would break off a fight.

“What the fuck!” roars Altaf.

Not caring, Maya frees Tariq from the grip.

“Are you fine, son? Are you being subject to all this against your will?”

Panting hard, Tariq says, “No aunty. I was enjoying it. By the way, Hello! It’s a pleasant surprise to see you all.”

“But…it looked like you were in a lot of pain.”

“That’s just things getting intense, aunty. If I reach a point where I can’t take it, there is a safe word and also a gesture. Altaf’s uncle knows it. He will stop instantly.”

“Oh…is it? I didn’t know that.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know, Maya. You’re new to all this. And it seems like you’ve not known how much intense love-making can get, even from your late husband.” says Savi. “No offence, ”

“Well, we did have intense sessions. But it was passionately intense. This looks so rough and raw.”

“And does it not look exciting?” Fidah asks.

Maya pauses for a moment. “It looks scary. But I guess it can be pleasurable, too.”

“Think about it, aunty. The pleasure comes not just from the action but also from knowing you’re stretching the limits of your submissiveness.” Tariq explains.

“Yes indeed,  there is a special joy in shedding all your sense of self-worth and modesty and submissively submitting, in entirety, your weak and vulnerable feminine self to sheer masculinity. It is a form of letting go. Very relieving once get into action with that mindset.” Savi says.

Maya looks enticed at the idea.

“But make sure the owner of the said masculinity is someone you really really trust,” Fidah says, running her hands over Altaf’s head and shoulder.

Maya nods in understanding.

“And I trust Altaf uncle, Maya aunty. So, no worries,” assures Tariq. He moves his back, back towards Altaf, who was standing silently while they spoke. Standing with his feet wide apart and bending forward for his uncle’s dick to enter him again, Tariq says, “Please continue, Altaf Mama.”

‘Can we proceed, Madam?” Altaf jokingly asks Maya. She blushes and nods. Altaf steps away takes a jug of water from Tariq’s study table, gulps down a lot of water and gives it to Tariq. An evidently tired Tariq, too, drinks a lot of water from the jar and hands the jar to Maya.

He says, “Maya aunty, Savi aunty since you’re here, can one of you suck my cock while I’m being pounded? Ammi won’t do it. I also think it will help break the ice between us.”

Watching Altaf dock his cock in Tariq’s asshole and lock his body against his to resume the pounding, Maya asks, “What is the safe word?”

“The gesture is to pat on the body of the doer three times or say out loud, “Break.”

Surprising everybody by taking the lead, Maya proceeds to kneel in front of Tariq’s cock, as Altaf resumes pounding him. “Fate has it that your cock be the first I mouth after ages,” says Maya.

Kishen feels a pinch in his heart. His cock had come close to earning that title. He watches as Maya ceremoniously begins to kiss and take Tariq’s cock in between her lips and then into her mouth. She commences her bobbing, trying to sync it with Altaf’s thrusts.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hi friends, main apni kahani, ‘TMKOC: Babita ki Khichdi,’ ka agla part leke aap sab ke saamne hazir hu. Umeed hai aapne pichla part padha hoga, aur aap sab ko woh pasand bhi aaya hoga. Agar aapne pichla part abhi tak nahi padha hai, to pehle usko zaroor padhe.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Babita Youtube se dekh kar khichdi banati hai. Fir Jethalal uski khichdi ki khushbu ki tareef karta hai, aur usko bahane se apni dukan par bula leta hai. Babita khichdi leke uski dukan par jati hai. Jetha Babita ko bhi apne sath khane ke liye bolta hai. Ab aage badhte hai.

Bagha andar jaake 2 plates aur 2 chammach le aata hai. Tabhi Babita khichdi parosne lagti hai. Lekin Jethalal usko turant rok deta hai aur kehta hai-

Jethalal: Arre Babita ji, aap kyun takleef kar rahi hai? Aap hamare yaha mehman hai. Ye kaam hame karne dijiye. Aap aaram se baithiye.

Fir Jethalal khada hoke dono plates mein khichdi parosne lagta hai. Pehle woh apni plate mein khichdi daalta hai. Fir woh Babita ki plate ki taraf badhta hai.

(Babita ke aane se pehle Jetha soch chuka tha, ki usko Babita ko chodne ke liye kya tareeka istemaal karna tha. Isi ke tehat woh khichdi paros raha tha).

Jaise hi woh Babita ki plate mein khichdi parosne lagta hai. Woh jaan-boojh kar pair fisalne ka naatak karta hai, aur khichdi ka dibba Babita ke upar gira deta hai. Khichdi ka dibba Babita ke upar ulat jata hai, aur uski gardan, uske blouse, aur neeche ki saree par khichdi fail jati hai.

Khichdi ab tak zyada garam nahi rahi hoti, isliye Babita ko koi nuksan to nahi hota. Lekin uske kapde gande ho jaate hai, aur upar ki body bhi. Tabhi woh bolti hai-

Babita: Ye kya kiya aapne Jetha ji!

Jethalal: Maaf karna Babita ji, woh mera pair fisal gaya tha.

Babita: Ab main ghar kaise jaungi aisi haalat mein!?

Jethalal: Aap tension na lo, andar bathroom hai. Aap waha jaake saaf kar lo. Chaliye main aapki madad karta hu.

Ye bol kar Jetha Babita ko bathroom mein le jata hai. Jab woh aage chal rahi hoti hai, to Jetha uski matakti gaand ko dekh kar khush hota hai. Fir Babita washbasin ke saamne khadi hoke khud ko sheeshe mein dekhti hai.

Woh tissue papers aur paani se khud ko saaf karne lagti hai.

Tabhi tissue papers khatam ho jaate hai to woh bolti hai: Arre Jetha ji, tissues to khatam ho gaye. Ab main kya karu?

Jethalal pocket se hanky nikaalta hai aur kehta hai: Aaiye main isse saaf kar deta hu.

Fir Babita Jetha ki taraf muh karke khadi ho jati hai. Jetha paani mein apna hanky bhigota hai, aur uski gardan ko saaf karne lagta hai. Jetha ki nazar Babita ki cleavage par hi hoti hai.

Woh dheere-dheere hath neeche leke jata hai, aur uski cleavage ke aas-paas saaf karne lagta hai. Jetha ka hanky bhi ganda ho jata hai.

Fir woh kehta hai: Oh! Ye bhi ganda ho gaya.

Babita: Ab kaise saaf karnege?

Jethalal: Ek tareeka hai.

Babita: Kya?

Jethalal: Abhi batata hu.

Ye kehte hi Jethalal uske paas jata hai, aur uski gardan par apna muh laga kar chaatne lagta hai. Babita uski is harkat se shock ho jati hai.  Woh peeche hatne ki koshish karti hai, lekin Jetha usko baahon mein jakad leta hai. Uski gardan chaat-chaat kar khichdi saaf karne lagta hai.

Babita ki saanse tez hone lagti hai, aur woh tez saanso ke sath Jetha ko kehti hai-

Babita: Ahh Jetha ji, ye kya kar rahe ahhh hai aap?

Jetha uski nahi sunta, aur uski cleavage mein muh maarne lagta hai. Kuch hi seconds mein Babita garam ho jati hai, aur usko rokna band kar deti hai. Ye dekh kar Jetha Babita ke sar ke peeche hath rakhta hai.

Uske baal pakad kar apne hontho ko uske hontho ke sath mila deta hai. Ab woh zor-zor se Babita ke honth choosne lagta hai. Kamukta mein beh chuki Babita bhi uska sath dene lagti hai.

Jetha kiss karte hue apna ek hath neeche Babita ke chootad par leke jata hai, aur usko dabane lagta hai. Jetha ki ye harkat Babita ki vasna ki aag mein ghee daalne ka kaam karti hai.

Lagbhag 5-minute uske honth choosne ke baad Jetha Babita ka pallu neeche gira deta hai. Uski gardan aur cleavage ko choomne chaatne lagta hai. Fir woh Babita ke blouse ko saamne se khol deta hai aur bra ke upar se pakad kar uske dono boobs ko dabane lag jata hai.

Jaise hi woh boobs dabane shuru karta hai. Babita ke muh se ahh ahh ki awaaze nikalni shuru ho jati hai. Fir Jetha Babita ko doosri taraf ghuma deta hai. Uski peeth par kiss karte hue uski bra ka hook khol kar bra neeche gira deta hai.

Fir woh khud bhi upar se nanga ho jata hai. Aur apne nange badan ko Babita ke nange badan se peeche se chipka leta hai. Jethalal apne hath aage leke jata hai, aur Babita ke dono boobs ko masalne lagta hai, aur nipples ko kheenchne lagta hai.

Is sab se Babita ki chut geeli ho jati hai. Aur ab woh chudne ke liye poori tarah se taiyaar ho jati hai. Kuch der boobs dabane aur Babita ko peeche se choomne-chaatne ke baad Jetha uski saree ka pallu pakadta hai, aur kheenchte hue peeche jaane lagta hai.

Babita ghoom jati hai, aur uski saree poori khul jati hai. Usne neeche petticoat nahi pehna hua hota. To ab woh Jetha ke saamne sirf panty mein thi. Uska nanga shareer dekh kar Jetha pagal ho jata hai. Woh jhat se apne ghutno par aata hai, aur uski panty neeche karke uski chut par apna muh laga leta hai.

Babita ki chut clean shaved thi, ek-dum chikni. Jetha kutton ki tarah uski chut chaatne lagta hai. Babita aahen bhar rahi hoti hai, aur uski chut paani chhodh rahi hoti hai. Jetha bade swaad se uske paani ko pee raha hota hai. Babita apne hath se Jetha ke sar ko apni chut mein dabane lag jati hai.

Kuch der mein Babita jhad jati hai, aur Jetha uska saara paani pee jata hai. Babita ko bada maza aata hai. Fir Jetha poora nanga ho jata hai. Aur apne lund ko hath mein leke Babita ko use choosne ka ishara karta hai.

Babita ghutno par baith kar lund muh mein daal leti hai, aur usko choosne lagti hai. Jetha Babita ke sar ko dono hatho mein leke uske muh ko kisi randi ki tarah chodne lagta hai. Babita ki saans atakne lagti hai, lekin Jetha dhakke maarta rehta hai.

Kuch der aisa hi chalne ke baad woh lund Babita ke muh se baahar nikaalta hai. Fir usko khadi karke, uske hath washbasin par rakhwa kar, aur usko jhuka kar usko ghodi bana leta hai.

Uske baad Jetha apne lund ko Babita ki chut par ragadte hue set karta hai, aur ek hi dhakke mein poora lund uski chut mein pel deta hai. Babita zor se cheekhti hai, jisse Jetha ko bada sukoon milta hai.

Ab Jetha full speed par uski chut mein lund andar-baahar karke usko chodne lagta hai. Lund andar-baahar hone se, aur jaanghon ke chootadon ke sath takrane se phat-phat ki awaaze aane lagti hai.

Babita aahh ahh kar rahi hoti hai, aur Jetha uske chootad masalte hue usko chodta rehta hai. Woh uske chootadon ko masal-masal kar aur un par thappad maar-maar kar laal kar deta hai.

10-minute baad woh Babita ko seedhi karta hai, aur neeche zameen par lita leta hai. Fir woh uske upar aake missionary position mein usko chodne lagta hai. Is dauran woh uske honth aur uske boobs zabardast tareeke se choosta hai.

Aadha ghanta woh aur Babita ko choosta hai, aur fir khada hoke us par apne maal ki barish kar deta hai. Fir woh kapde pehan kar baahar nikal jata hai.

Kuch der baad Babita khud ko saaf karke bathroom se baahar aati hai, aur chup-chaap Jethalal ki dukan se baahar chali jati hai.

The end.

Hello all, this is my first story. So, please bear if some mistakes are there in my story, (If any mistakes are there, then that is fully unintentional).

So, firstly, let me introduce to my family members first.

My name is Ranjan and my age is 21. I am a B.Tech 3rd year student.

My father, Raj and uncle Rohan run our family business. They are 48 and 46 years old respectively.

My mother’s name is Ritu. She has a curvy figure and a fair skin. Her figure can create an erection for men over the clothes also. She doesn’t like to wear sarees like other typical housewives (in her opinion). She is always a modern woman and likes to wear modern dresses like sleeveless nighties, skirts, etc when she is at home. She wears denim, jeans, t-shirts, and skirts, etc while going outside.

Uncle Rohan has a son Ravi, who is 20 years old currently and is a B.Com 2nd year student.

Ravi’s mom is Rani, who is my aunt. She is also a housewife like my mom. She likes to wear sarees. Even most of the time, whether at home or outside, she prefers to wear sarees.

Let’s come to the main story.

I always get a decent amount as my pocket money, so I saved some amount of this. After watching many porn videos (most of them are incest porn), I came to know about a website where we can see live sex by paying some money through webcam video call and also can hire for a night to see live sex and even do sex.

Our house has 4 rooms. One for my father and mom, one for my uncle and aunt, one for my cousin, and one for me. So, one day after coming to my room after dinner, I paid the amount on that website and booked a webcam call for 11:30 pm (so that all the family members could sleep properly before that).

At the given time, I logged into the site (obviously using a fake ID) and the video call started. The man and woman on the other side were using masks to hide their identities. They were already nude.

The man had a cock size of around 5.5 inches. The woman had a physique of 36-32-36. She was very attractive. Her skin color was neither very fair nor very dusky. But her boobs and bums were able to give me an erection.

Suddenly, they muted the call and went out of the screen. I was surprised. But after 10 minutes, they came back and said sorry after unmuting the call. Then they started the sex show on webcam.

In the beginning, the man started licking the woman’s pussy. He licked around 10 minutes and the woman was continuously moaning. After that, the man lied down on the bed and then the woman started sucking his dick. The man was enjoying the blowjob very much. The man held her head and was pushing his dick very faster in her mouth.

Then they got on the 69 position and were sucking and licking at the same time. After it all finished, the woman laid down and the man pushed his cock into her pussy, it fitted fully inside the pussy on the first try itself as it was their daily job.

The continuous moaning of the woman made me very horny and I started masturbating. After some time, the man lied down on the bed and the woman started riding on his cock. Her boobs were bouncing like jumping balls and it was a pleasure for my eye (completely different from staged porn).

After completing this ride, they shared a passionate kiss. Then I requested them to do a doggy-style anal fucking as it was one of my favorites.

The woman denied it initially and said that she had never done it before. However, due to my multiple requests, she agreed. But then there was an issue with the lights. So they turned the camera on the other side and then started doggy-style fucking.

The man tried to put his dick at the woman’s ass and it took multiple attempts, as it was her first time. She shouted very loud initially, and then after a few times, she started enjoying and moaning. She was continuously saying, “Fuck me, baby” and “Keep going”. Her continuous sexual and horny moans and expressions were hard to resist. In reply, the man was saying, “You are my fucking bitch and I will fuck you the whole night.”

It was going on but I ejaculated (obviously I was nude at that time). But I didn’t go to the washroom, instead, I was still enjoying their show. But then I suddenly noticed a picture on the wall. As soon as I zoomed in on that picture, I was shocked.

It was a rare picture and my uncle had bought that picture 2 years ago and it was hanging on the wall of their room!!😱

I was not able to believe my eyes as I was seeing my uncle fucking my aunt in doggy style and the 36 size boobs of my aunt were swinging like a pendulum in front of my eyes. I take a screenshot of that scene.

After 10 minutes, my aunt lied on the bed. She started saying, “Come on baby, cum on my face and mouth, I will drink your whole cum today.”

My uncle was jerking off very fast and finally ejaculated on aunty’s face. Then they cut the call. I was still in shock.

I was feeling it all like a dream and also, I understood why they muted the call at the beginning for some time. Then I went to the washroom, cleaned myself, and slept dreaming about my aunt.

Let me know how was my first story. Mail me to share your responses and suggestions to improve the quality of my story. l will continue the story if I get good responses from the readers.

You can also share your stories so that I can read your fantasies and real stories. If you give permission, I can also share your stories here (full confidentiality will be maintained and names will also be changed).

Hi main Anwar – umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sab ke saamne lekar aaya hu. Mujhe umeed hai aap sab ko meri kahani pasand aayegi, aur aap sab log zaroor comments karenge.

Aap sab logon se request hai ki meri dastaan ka ek-ek lafz (words) padhe, kyunki suspense, romance, aur maza tabhi aayega. Fast forward mein bilkul na padhe. List badi hai, abhi ke liye itna hi.

Doston mujhe pata hai ki ye site sex stories ke liye hai. Maine Ruksaar ke sath jo bhi sex kiya. Wo maine batane ki koshish ki hai. Pichle part mein jo list hai. Wo stories main detail mein likhne jau, to aap sab log bore ho jaoge, ek hi ladki ke sath ki gayi sex stories padh ke.

Isliye maine sirf wahi likhne ki koshish ki, jisse aapka josh bana rahe. Aur kuch meri personal life. Agar main ek hi aurat ke sath sex story likhunga, to kahani ka maza khatam ho jayega.

2 betiyon ki chudai wali kahani maine suspense ke sath likhi. Isliye wahan maza aaya. Ruksaar se shaadi ke baad mujhe pata laga ki uski 2 betiyan hostel mein pad rahi thi (Reshma aur Asma). Main un dono ko Bangalore le aaya, taaki un dono ki padhayi, yahan ache se ki jaye. Un dono ke sath main dost jaise rehne laga.

Meri aur Ruksaar ki sex life badhiya rahi. Har din aur har raat sex kiya karte. Isi beech un dono betiyon ne hame sex karte dekh liya tha. Fir ek din Ruksaar ne kaha ki in dono ki shaadi kar denge.

Un dono ko gaon le jaa kar, wahan shaadi karwa di. Mere ghar par bhi meri secret shaadi ka pata lag gaya. Tab maine apna ghar chhodh kar Ruksaar ke sath hi rehne laga.

1 saal baad Shabbir ne mujhe apni biwi Zoya ke sath sex karne ka invite kiya. Main aur Shabbir ek-doosre ke sath har ek baat share karte hai. Meri sex life ke baare mein sirf wahi jaanta hai.

Baaki doston ko kuch pata nahi. Lekin Shabbir ke sath sab kuch chalta hai. Hum dono ke beech baatein aisi hui.

Shabbir: Hmm! Teri wife mast hai yaar. Jaise tujhe pasand hai, waisa sex karti hai?

Me: Haa. Is maamle mein main lucky hu. Lekin mere se zyada tu lucky hai. Tujhe kunwari aur jawaan biwi mili. Jiske sath sex karke tujhe bahut maza aata hoga.

Shabbir (Fakar karte hue): Haa wo to hai. Lekin mujhe waisa sex karna hai, gaali dekar aur roleplay wala, jo toone kiya hai.

Me: Uske liye tu apni wife se mood mein baatein kiya kar. Koshish kar, ek na ek din tum dono ke beech bhi shayad ho jaye.

Shabbir: Guarantee kya hai ki wo karegi? Isliye maine socha tujhse kahun meri wife ko patane ke liye.

Me: Kyun bekaar ki baatein kar raha hai. Hamne pehle bhi ek ladki ke sath share karke sex kiya hai. Wo koi aur thi. Ye teri biwi hai. Aisa kabhi mat sochna. Chal tu aur main koi aur ladki pata kar sex karte hai. Tujhe bhi maza aayega.

Shabbir: Koi bhi ladki ke sath gaali deke aur rough sex nahi kar sakte na. Mujhe apni biwi Zoya ke sath karna hai. Tujhse meri biwi ko chudwana hai bas.

Me: Abhi maar doonga tujhe. Kaise samjhau tujhe. Ye namumkin hai.

Shabbir: Tu chaahe to mumkin hai. Dekh mujhe maalum hai ki. Main teri biwi Ruksaar ke sath sex nahi kar sakta. Wo kabhi bhi kisi aur ke sath sex nahi karne wali.

Mujhse pehle toone khud koshish ki thi wife swapping ke liye. Tere kisi ke sath bhi sex karne se Ruksaar ko problem nahi. Wo khud kabhi nahi karna chaahti. Wo tere sath hi khush hai.

Me: Haa main to kisi ke sath bhi kar sakta hu. Lekin ab mujhe rough sex aur gaali dekar karne ki aadat hai. Aisa sex koi aur nahi de sakti. Isliye apni biwi ke sath hi karta hu. Kisi pe dil aaya to uska roleplay karke kar leta hu.

Shabbir: Dekha. Mujhe bhi teri biwi Ruksaar pe dil hai. Usko main bhi randi bana ke chodna chaahta hu. At least meri biwi Zoya ke sath roleplay karke.

Lekin ye to thandi aurat hai. Acha ye bata Anwar. Kya toone kabhi meri biwi Zoya ka roleplay karke sex kiya hai?

Me: Haa, bahut baar. Zabardasti wala bhi aur wo khud mujhe fassa kar mere sath chudaai ki, waisa bhi kiya hai.

Shabbir: Please Anwar tujhe meri kasam. Meri biwi ko randi bana ke chod le. Main dekhna chaahta hu, tu uski chut ko zor-zor se chode. Waise bhi tu uske sath acha friendly hai na. Pata le yaar meri wife ko.

Me: Friendly hu. Main teri biwi ko bhabhi maanta hu, aur wo mujhe bhaiya kehti hai.

Shabbir: To sahi hai na. Bhabhi ko chod le.

Me: Tu apni biwi Zoya ko randi banaye bagair maanega nahi.

Shabbir: Randi bane ya na bane, tujhse chudwaye bagair nahi maanunga.

Me: Chal ek idea lagate hai. Dekhte hai usme kamyaab hote hai ya nahi. Lekin yaad rahe sirf ek baar koshish karunga. Ho gaya to theek, warna na sahi.

Hamare beech deal hone ke baad maine Shabbir ko idea diya.

Maine usko kaha: Mera mobile hang ho gaya hai. Repair karwana hai. Isliye jab tu shaam ko ghar jayega, mera mobile tere paas hoga.

Yaad rahe teri biwi ko mera mobile dekhne se hang hi lagna chahiye. Fir raat 8pm ya 9pm ko mera mobile ready karwane ke bahane, baahar chale jana. Wapas raat ko 11pm ke baad hi aana. Isse mera mobile tere paas hi rahega. Jo tu mujhe kal lauta dega.

Main: Kal se teri biwi Zoya, khud mujhse baatein karegi. Agar mera idea kaam kar diya to. Jab tu aur teri biwi bistar par honge. Tab tu mere mobile se wo videos dekhna, jo maine Ruksaar ke sath sex karke banayi hai. Usme bahut saari videos hai. Teri wife Zoya ka roleplay wala bhi hai.

Main: Agar teri biwi bina kuch bole ek bhi video dekhegi.

Tab tu usko Zoya ka roleplay wala video on karke, uske hatho mein mera mobile dekar, waha se smoking karne ke bahane baahar nikal jana.

Thodi der ke baad hi wapas jana. Uske baad dekhte hai ki wo uski roleplay wali video ki baat tujhse kahegi ya nahi. Waise bhi, us raat jo kuch bhi ho, tu mujhe kal aa kar sab kuch batana.

Is idea ke sath Shabbir ne khushi-khushi, apne ghar jaa kar wo sab kiya, jo maine usko bataya tha. Aur yahan mujhe Zoya ko chodne ke khayaal se mera lauda khada hone laga. To us raat maine Ruksaar ko firse Zoya bana kar chod liya. Agle din Shabbir ne mujhse mil kar wo sab bataya jo uske sath hua. Aage ki kahani uski zubaani likhi hai.

Shabbir: Main jab apne ghar gaya. Har roz ki tarah, Zoya mere liye chai bana kar laayi. Jab usne mere hath mein tera mobile dekha, to usne pooch liya ki mere paas Anwar Bhaiya ka mobile kyun tha.

Maine uske hath mein tera mobile dekar kaha, “Dekho iska phone hang ho chuka hai. Isko repair karwana hai”. Shukar hai tere mobile pe wo option hai (lock down mode) jisse kisi ko bhi lagega ki tera mobile hang hai.

Zoya ne kaha, “Haa, mujhe kyun de rahe ho. Jao jaa kar repair karwa do. Bechara Anwar pareshan hoga”. Maine keh diya ki, abhi dukaan band hai, raat ko 8 pm ko hi khulegi.

Main bahut hi josh ke sath raat ko baahar nikal gaya. Tere paas aa kar smoking bhi ki. Fir jab toone tere mobile par saare videos ko alag karke mujhe bata diya ki kon sa wala video mujhe Zoya ko dikhana tha.

Jab main raat ko ghar wapas gaya. Zoya ne dinner nikala. Fir raat ko dinner ke waqt toone tere mobile par, apni biwi Ruksaar ke mobile se call kiya. Tab hi Zoya ko pata laga ki tera mobile ready ho gaya tha, aur tujhe kal hi tera mobile wapas milega.

Jab hum raat ko bistar par the. Maine tere mobile se pehle bollywood movies transfer ki. Zoya ne bhi ek-do movie transfer karwa li. Fir maine tera secret folder khol kar, maine aur meri biwi ne teri wo video dekhi. Jisme tu teri biwi ko Asma beti bana kar sex kiya.

Kaise tu usko gaali dekar chudai kar raha tha, aur kaise tujhko teri biwi Ruksaar gaali de rahi thi. Pehle to Zoya ne mana kiya ye sab dekhne se. Jab main video band karne hi wala tha ki us video mein Ruksaar ne tujhe gaali dekar kaha.

“Dekh kya raha hai harami kutte. Aa kar meri chut chaat”. Ye sun kar Zoya ne firse wo video dekha. Hum dono ne wo saari videos dekhi. Uske baad main smoking ke bahane se usko wo video daal kar chala gaya. Jab main wapas aaya tab usne kaha.

“Jaan, chalo na sex karte hai. Mujhe Anwar ki video dekh kar, bahut mood ho raha hai”.

Maine kaha, “Mujhe bhi ho raha hai. Lekin usse pehle Anwar ki aur videos dekh lenge”.

Ye sun kar Zoya ne kaha, “Baad mein dekh lena, pehle kar lete hai”.

To maine uske kapde nikaal kar nanga kiya aur mere kapde bhi maine nikaal diye. Pehle wo mera lauda muh mein leke choosne lagi. Maine uska sar pakad kar, uske muh mein laude ko andar tak daalne ki koshish ki. Usne nahi liya.

Maine firse koshish karke, usko darte hue kaha, “Randi, chinaal, kya nakhre kar rahi hai. Mera poora lauda muh mein le randi”.

Mere muh se gaali sun kar usne apne aap ko chhudha kar kaha.

“Dekho Shabbir, main samajh sakti hu. Anwar ki video dekh kar tumhe bhi gaali dene ka mann kar raha hai.

Lekin main iske liye taiyaar nahi hu. Chaaho to mujhe koi aur gaali dedo, lekin randi, chinaal, mat kaho aur tumhara lauda bada hai, jitna ho sakta hai utna hi loongi”.

Maine bina kuch kahe uske muh mein lauda gusa kar kaha, “Acha to tu aaj se meri kutti hai, haramzaadi hai, le mera lauda tere muh mein. Aaj tere muh ko chod-chod kar tujhe mera paani pilaunga”.

Thodi der baad mera paani nikal gaya, lekin usne apne muh mein nahi liya. Apne boobs par nikaalne ko kaha. Maine waisa hi kiya. Baad mein jab wo wash karke aayi.

Bistar par let kar, apni taange khol kar kaha, “Shabbir mera kutta, chaat teri kutti ki chut. Aaj meri chut chaat ke mera saara paani peeja kutte”.

Maine uski chut ko chaatna shuru kiya aur usne kaha, “Chaat meri chut. Kutte, haraami, ache se chaat. Jaise tera madarchod dost Anwar chaat-ta hai. Bada harami hai tera dost. Biwi ke sath. Beti ko soch kar chodta hai”.

Maine uski chut chaat kar saara paani piya. Fir usne kutti ban kar mujhse kaha, “Shabbir toone mujhe kutti banaya hai na. Aa tera lauda daal de meri chut mein. Is kutti ko chod le”.

Maine jaldi se apna lauda uski chut mein daal kar, zor-zor se chodne laga, “Haa Zoya meri kutti. Maza aa raha hai tujhe chodne mein. Anwar apni biwi ko kaise chod ta hai, dekha. Aaj main bhi tujhe waise hi chodunga”.

Fir usko upar bitha kar bhi choda. Akhir mein maine apna paani uski chut mein hi nikaal diya. Wash karne ke baad Zoya ne mujhse poocha, “Maza aaya tumhe Shabbir?” Maine haa mein sar hila kar usko kiss karke thank you kaha. Fir hum dono so gaye.

Subah jab main tere paas aa raha tha, tab Zoya ne mujhse kaha ki mobile dene se pehle main tere saare videos uske mobile mein daal du. Jab mann ho tab, wo aur main dekh sakte hai. Maine waise hi kiya, aur yahan chala aaya.

Me: Abhi dekhna hai ki Zoya mujhs, is baare mein baat karti hai ya nahi.

Shabbir: Haa, zaroor karegi.

Me: Ok, jab bhi baat karegi, main sirf ek baar hi koshish karunga. Ye baat yaad rakhna. Waise bhi, ab usne tere sath gaali wala sex shuru kar diya hai na. Maza aaya na tujhe.

Shabbir: Haa, bahut maza aaya. Lekin usne randi kehne se mana kar diya.

Me: To kya hua? Aaj nahi to kal wo bhi ho jayega, tension mat le. Mera khayaal hai main teri wife Zoya ke sath wo sab na karu. Kyunki tu aur teri biwi ne ye sab karna chaalu kar diya hai. Aage jaa kar tum dono wo sab karoge, jo maine apni wife Ruksaar ke sath kiya hai. To be continued…

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“This is a very good property for your business operations, Mr Jim. This is centrally connected with the city, with ample space here. There is enough space to create at least 8 cabins for your senior management. It offers a 20 seater board room and 4 meeting rooms. Also, this property comes with larger parking space, and the view outside is great.”

Saima went on describing the property to Mr Jim, an English client referred by her boss, Mr K. She was moving across the property with great enthusiasm, and Mr Jim was following her. She was 5.6 with a fair skin tone. She was wearing blue jeans, a sleeveless crop t-shirt off-white with a long shrug.

She had worn a light pink shade of lipstick. A mobile phone in one hand and a handbag hung from her left shoulder, black plain and looked expensive. Flat sandals still make her look tall. Mr Jim couldn’t help but notice her big breasts, a 36c. They jiggled and bounced as Saima moved across the property.

“It is rather a great property, miss, but…” Mr Jim spoke after a long time. Saima interrupted him, “Don’t worry, Mr Jim, if you like the property and are willing to go ahead with the deal, I can answer all your ifs and buts. In private if you wish, tonight may be.”

Saima looked right into his eyes with a naughty wink and sinister smile. “That would be great, miss…”

“Saima,” Saima filled in for him. “Oh, yes, Miss Saima. But why wait for the night? Mr K. has given me accommodation in Lonavala. If we hit the road now, we can reach in a couple of hours.”

It was 1 PM. Both had lunch in a nearby hotel and it was 2:30 already. “Off to Lonavala with a client. By 10, it should be over, I think. Can you pick me up at around 10?” Saima texted her husband, Sadiq and took the driver’s seat.

“How old are you, Miss Saima?” Jim enquired.

“I am 28, Jim and call me Saima,” she replied in a soft tone with her eyes on the road.

Jim: How about your family?

Saima: I live with my husband and a daughter. She is soon to be 5.

Jim: Oh, great, you don’t seem to be a mommy.

Saima: Haha, are you flirting with me?

Jim: Do I need to?

Saima: Not at all.

Jim: Hope your husband doesn’t mind.

Saima: Don’t worry about it, Jim. Maybe you can meet him when he comes to pick me up.

Jim: Oh, is that so? That would be awkward, facing the husband of the woman I just fucked?

Saima: The woman doesn’t mind, and the husband doesn’t mind.

Chit-chat went on throughout the way. They stopped for a tea break, navigated light traffic along the way, and hit a private bungalow. It was 5 PM already. Jim opened the main door and both got inside. The bungalow was owned by her boss, Mr K.

His special guests and big clients were accommodated there. Saima had been there many times before.

“Sure. I’ll start by 6 from here. Expecting some traffic along the way.” She read the message from her husband and gave it a thumbs up.

“May I take this for you?” Jim held the collar of her shrug. She nodded, and Jim hung it on the court shelf. Her bare skin from her shoulder and navel became clearly visible. Jim could see the straps of her laced black bra. “This way, please,” Jim showed her bedroom door.

“Make yourself comfortable. I am back in a sec.” She just gave him a nod and looked around. The arrangement of this room has been changed. She recalled the time when she spent a few good hours in this room with a black man. Memories rushed down her veins enough to make her wet.

“Gosh, he was good,” she thought. She moved towards the window and pulled down the curtains. Being on the ground floor, it was good to have the curtains down. She put her phone down on the table near the window, along with her handbag.

She felt a hand on her waist and turned around to see Mr Jim standing only in his underwear. He planted his lips on hers and pressed her against the wall. Holding her neck from behind with one hand and the other exploring her waist, moving up to her bra.

He was horny. He was in his 50s but looked younger. He was in shape, clean chest, about 5.10, clean shaven and smelling of fresh perfume. Saima wrapped her hands around his back, supporting him with his movements. She didn’t realise that her jeans were unbuttoned.

She noticed Mr Jim pulling down her zip while still holding her neck and sucking the life out of her lips. He inserted his hand inside her panty. She was clean-shaved down there as if she was ready for this with Mr Jim. She actually was.

“Meet Mr Jim tomorrow at 10. Take special care of him. He is a good client.” Her boss sent this message last evening.

Jim explored her pussy with his fingers, pressing her clit. “Ah,” a small sigh left out her mouth. The kiss was broken. “That was arousing,” Saima said, taking a deep breath. They broke the contact with each other she was still catching her breath. Jim looked at her from head to toe.

Her partially fiddled hair, a bunch of it still held by a single hair clip. Her belly was pumping and contracting as she caught up with her breath. Her jeans unzipped, making her black laced V shaped panty visible. She still had her flats on.

“I want to see you naked,” Mr Jim said, looking into her eyes with seductive voice. She freed her hair and placed the hair clip on the table beside her phone. Black hair kissed her breasts slightly above her nipples. She pulled up her t-shirt. Her armpit clean shaven.

She unhooked her bra and slid the straps of her bra simultaneously from both shoulders. She threw both her t-shirt and bra on the bed. She wiggled herself to get out of the jeans. She stood there wearing a panty only. Jim scanned her again from top to bottom.

Her huge breasts looked inviting, light brown nipples looked like a cherry on top. Her waist measured 30 and hips 36, perfect curves to be eaten all the way. “Looks like heavy traffic. But I am on my way,” her phone beeped, and she read the message from her husband.

“No rush. Take your time,” she replied and put the phone back on the table. Jim took off his underwear. He was huge. At least 8 inches. She moved closer to him and gave a pat on his lips with hers. Another kiss on the centre of his chest and another on his belly.

She moved her hands at his butt, pressing and clutching. She kissed his upper thigh, and then the inner testicles brushed her hair. She kissed all across his dick. “Fuck me, Saima,” Jim whispered. She slid his dick inside her mouth, all the way in. His hands moved on her hair.

His dick was full of her saliva. She could taste his pre cum. She gave a rapid motion, in and out. “Like that? You slut?” Jim whispered again. She stopped for a while, hearing the word slut. It aroused her. She stopped the blowjob mid-way, making him want more.

She stood up. Jim placed his lips again on her lips, this time holding her breast with his one palm. Pressing and caressing each breast alternatively while his other hand caressed her ass from within her panty. He guided her towards still lip-locked and made her sit on the edge of the bed.

She broke the kiss and moved up to the bed. He slid her panty as she moved up. Both are completely naked now. Jim moved on top of her, kissing her lips and gradually moving down from it. He kissed her neck, making her go out of control with a big sigh.

He moved further down to suck her nipples one by one. He kissed the centre of her boobs and moved down to her belly. Kissed the entire area slowly and gently. He moved back up to her lips. His manhood touched her womanhood. “You should have a condom on, Jim,” she interrupted him.

She realised that Jim had no protection on so far. “Good call, except I don’t have any. That was so stupid of me. Completely forgotten,” he said. “Don’t worry, get it from my handbag. It is in the inner zip.” She pointed to where she had kept the handbag.

He grabbed the handbag and traversed through her items, lipstick, napkins, pads, a small mirror and other stuff. He finally unzipped the inner section. 10s of condoms there he found. “What a slut,” he thought to himself. “I found it,” he said out loud.

He took out one, tore it and wore it on his dick while moving towards her on the bed. He moved on top of her again, reaching out to her lips while she guided his dick inside her womanhood with her hand. The room was instantly filled with her moans as he fucked in and out her pussy.

“Can you turn around?” He said in her ears while fucking her. “Sure, Mr Jim, any way you want.” She turned around, assuming a doggy position. She called it a bitch position. He made her spread her legs wide open. He could clearly see her ass hole.

He rubbed his dick on her pussy before going in, making her want more. He then went inside her pussy with a single stroke. She was wet enough. He stroked her hard, holding her waist with both his hands, and each time with greater force and speed. She moaned with every stroke.

He hit her ass, sliding his dick inside her pussy and spanking her ass here and there. The fragrance of perfumes melted away, and it was their sweat that filled the aroma of the room. “Can I …can I ride… you, Jim?” She said in broken words as Jim was fucking hard.

She was nearing the climax and Jim showed no sign of climaxing any time soon. He kept on stroking her for a few more seconds before he withdrew his dick from her pussy. He laid down without wasting any time. She climbed on top of him, sliding his dick right away inside her pussy.

She started fucking him, her ass moving back and forth with great speed. Jim could see her boobs bouncing sideways and even in top-down motion. “Aah,” she had cum with a big cry. Her motion slowed down, but Jim was not yet. He started giving her shots from below raising his hips about 6 inches in the air.

He realised that she was done, and now it was upto him to charge her again. He asked her to climb down and he himself got off the bed. Dragged her towards the edge of the bed. He held her legs on his shoulders, giving clear access to her pussy once again.

He started fucking her again, this time building pressure on her clit. It made her moan in ecstasy. He fucked her for another 10 minutes that way, and pressure started building for Jim as well. She had cum for another time already. He dragged her to the floor, making her sit there.

He took off the condom and slid his dick inside her mouth. She sucked him, and he filled her mouth with a heavy load. Some of it dripped from the sides and fell on her boobs. Both lay on the bed beside each other. They were not clean yet.

“So where are we on the deal, Mr Jim?” Saima asked him while her hands moved on his chest. He was gently fondling her breast. “Deal is done. Only formalities left. Let me inform your boss” he said while grabbing his phone lying on the bed.

“All good, Mr K I will let my team know, and they will close out the deal with you. It was a nice experience.” He texted to her boss. “That is great news. Hope you enjoyed Saima. She is my best.” There was an instant reply as if Mr K was waiting on it.

Saima’s phone also beeped after a few seconds, “Great job bitch, we have the client, and you have your commission.” She read and smiled.

Hello all, Vikarn here. I’m back with another story. It’s a story shared by my reader. The plot was shared and I created a story around it. Do read it and let me know your thoughts. Remember, your feedback matters, and it encourages me to write more.

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It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for. Little did I know just how true that statement would become for me!

Kris 27-year-old guy, moved in next door to my house almost a year ago, and from the start, he seemed like a typical nice guy. He was courteous and seemed to get on with everyone in the neighbourhood.

His wife, however, appeared much more withdrawn. She never left the house unless it was to go grocery shopping or visit her family, who lived a couple of towns away. Other than that, she stayed indoors most of the time. She kept to herself and rarely said anything to anyone.

But when she did, she seemed very shy and reserved, as though she didn’t want people to get too close to her. So, I never really got the chance to talk to her properly before our lives were torn apart by tragedy.

A little about me. I’m Deepti, a 38-year-old married woman. I’m a housewife, and my husband mostly travels for work. I have a 12-year-old son who is in boarding school. So he comes home yearly once.

I’ve been with my husband since we were both teenagers. I consider myself lucky to have such a great marriage. At least until recently.., I’ll start at the beginning because it helps put things into context.

Being a housewife gives me a lot of free time. I tend to spend time working around the house cleaning, cooking, baking, etc, or sometimes even taking up chores such as gardening. Recently one of my friends shared a link to erotic stories.

I started reading it in my free time. Reading those stories, I realised that there are too my things I can explore with my husband. So, I discussed this with him. My husband agreed to experiment together. But honestly, he never got time to even start with it.

I was getting curious. With every story I read, my desires started growing more. That’s when I started sexually noticing Kris. I found myself thinking about him constantly and wondering what he looked like naked.

One day, while doing laundry on my balcony, I noticed Kris’ dirty clothes hanging on his balcony. I could see them clearly through the thin mesh curtains which covered our balconies. Suddenly, without even thinking, I pulled one of his t-shirts off its hanger with the help of a stick. I held it against my face.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to imagine what it smelled like after he had worn it all day. After a few moments, I realised how stupid I must have looked. Standing there with a man’s shirt pressed against my face, holding onto it as if it were a priceless artefact.

I quickly dropped it back down into position behind my pile of clean towels. That night, unable to sleep, I lay awake thinking about what I’d done earlier that day. I was feeling guilty for having acted on impulse without considering the consequences.

The next morning, after breakfast, my husband went out to work. I went to my room and started folding the clothes. I saw that T-shirt again lying in the pile of my clothes. Before I could think about it, I grabbed it and brought it to my nose. And then it happened! I lost control and could not stop kissing his shirt.

My hand started rubbing it over my breast. I could feel the lust building inside me. I slipped my hand under my top and rubbed my nipples, slowly increasing pressure. All the time, breathing deeply into the cloth. By now, my juices had wet my panty.

So I stopped and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet lid and began fingering myself till an orgasm came crashing over me, sending tremors across my body. Now, I convinced myself that I somehow needed Kris once, at least. So, I thought to come up with a plan.

It will be easier to seduce him only when he’s lonely. As a first step, I made it a point to bump into him whenever possible, like waiting for lifts together or borrowing sugar, etc. But I couldn’t proceed any further. I don’t know whether he is interested in a woman other than his wife or not.

Days rolled by, and nothing changed between us. We occasionally made small talk whenever we met each other outside of the home. Finally, opportunity knocked. It was Sunday afternoon, and we were sitting on my balcony, sipping our coffee.

I saw Kris and his wife sitting in their car and going out. I saw a couple of bags in his wife’s hand. Initially, I was worried that I might not be able to see him for some time. But later, in 2 hours, I saw Kris driving back alone. This gave me the opening I needed.

“Oh, hi, Kris!” I said as he stepped into the elevator with me. “Good evening.” He replied quietly and avoided eye contact completely. “How have you been?” I asked, trying to make conversation but failing miserably. “I’m fine, thank you.” He mumbled, barely audible.

He stared straight ahead, refusing to meet my gaze directly. “I saw you both go out. What happened? All good?” I asked. To my surprise, he spoke a bit louder this time as opposed to his usual soft voice. “We were visiting her mother, and Jyoti decided to stay there for a couple of days.”

Wow, this was the opportunity I needed. I smiled to myself. The next thing I knew, he exited the lift on the third floor, leaving me alone in the elevator. “This won’t do,” I told myself. ‘You have to find a way to strike up some sort of friendship with him.’ Right then and there, another plan formed in my head.

If he wasn’t willing to share himself with me willingly, maybe I could convince him otherwise. Yes, indeed, now all I needed was a bit of luck, and everything else would fall into place easily enough.

Later that night, as soon as I entered the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. I turned towards my bed, where my husband lay asleep, snoring lightly. Without waking him, I stripped off my clothes and climbed underneath the sheets in my panty and bra. This is how I usually sleep.

My mind wandered back to earlier events of the day, and the thought of fucking Kris made me wet. My pussy felt hot and throbbing. Before long, I was grinding against my pillow, trying to control my moans. Slowly I began sliding my fingers along my slit, tracing circles around my clit until I was fully aroused.

Then I lifted my hips slightly, allowing two fingers to slip easily inside me. Gently, they moved back and forth, bringing shivers down my spine as I increased speed. Soon, I was gasping for air, struggling to maintain rhythm as my muscles tensed up with pleasure.

Faster still, my breath became shallow, each movement forcing another thrust forward. Orgasms ripped through me, convulsing my entire body and causing me to shake violently beneath the covers. Orgasmic waves washed over me repeatedly, drenching my thighs with cum.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the mattress and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, my husband had already gone to work. I quickly cleaned up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I stood there preparing eggs, my mind returned once again to thoughts of last night’s encounter.

Imagining what it would feel like to have Kris fuck me right here, standing against the countertop. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he pounded into me from behind. God, just thinking about it made me so damn horny! I finished eating breakfast and cleaned up the dishes.

I then headed upstairs to shower. Under the warm water running down my back, I pictured myself fucking Kris. Bent over on the edge of the bathtub, his hard cock plunging deep inside me over and over again.

Mmmm, that felt good! I could practically feel his thick shaft filling me up and stretching my tight asshole wide open. With a sigh, I turned off the tap and stepped out of the tub. Afterwards, I dried off and dressed casually, putting on a simple pair of jeans and a loose-fitting tee shirt.

On my way downstairs, I spotted Kris walking past our front gate with his dog, Rex. “Hey, Kris,” I called out cheerfully. He paused briefly and glanced up towards me with a polite smile before continuing on his way. Damn it, I cursed silently to myself. Why does he always seem so distant?

Maybe he has no interest in pursuing anything beyond casual acquaintance after all. Nevertheless, today, I decided I would try to change his mind.

“Kris, wait up!” I yelled after him again, quickening my pace. He hesitated mid-step, turning around reluctantly with an irritated expression etched upon his face.

“Yes, can I help you?” His tone sounded strained. “Nope, I wanted to say hello,” I shrugged apologetically. “And ask you something too…” I looked at him meaningfully, hoping my intention wasn’t too obvious. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air between us, neither of us knowing quite what to say.

Eventually, though, Kris managed to regain composure and reply politely. “Okay then, nice seeing you and I apologise for being rude. It’s just that you already know my wife is not here currently. I miss her, so I was a bit irritated.”

“Oh, okay, I understand,” I nodded sympathetically. “But don’t worry, you can talk to me anytime you want.” I continued with a reassuring smile. “Sure thing,” he murmured half-heartedly and shifted uneasily from one foot to another. “Anyway, got to get going now. Have a great day!”

“Hey, wait !” I exclaimed. “Can I ask something?” Again, he stopped and faced me, looking perplexed yet curious. “Of course, what is it?” he asked.

“Just curious, are you into the IT sector?” I probed innocently. His brows furrowed slightly. “Well, yeah, why?”

“My laptop seems to be not working. Usually, my husband fixes it, but he is out of town for official work, and I do not know anyone, so I thought to ask you,” I answered politely, making a puppy face.

“What kind of problem do you have?”

“Well, I’m not very much sure, but it’s very slow and occasionally turns off by getting hung.”

“Hmm… Let me check it out for you.” He said, sounding more confident now.

“Thanks so much.” I smiled broadly, feeling a surge of excitement rush through me. Today might turn out better than expected, after all.

Kris followed me back to our apartment building and waited while I unlocked the door leading inside. From there, we made our way straight to my room. I sat down at my desk with him standing close beside me.

I placed my laptop onto its charger and powered it up, watching intently as the screen lit up instantly, displaying the familiar desktop wallpaper. “See, it’s working perfectly fine now,” Kris remarked.

“Yeah, but sometimes it gets hanged and shuts down automatically.” I pointed out with frustration. “All right, let me try something first.” He assured. He reached across and opened a new window, typing away furiously on the keyboard.

Within seconds, the taskbar disappeared completely, replaced instead with a black background and a blinking cursor. While he was working on my laptop, I offered him coffee. “Would you like tea or coffee?” I asked. “Coffee will be fine.” He answered politely without looking up.

A few minutes later, I returned with two steaming cups filled with strong dark brew. Handing one to him, I pulled a chair closer so we could sit side-by-side. I waited for 15 minutes to let the coffee cool down so that I could initiate my plan.

Finally, when the liquid temperature seemed suitable, I leaned towards him suggestively. “So how is it working now?” I whispered and intentionally poured some coffee on myself.

“Ouch! Shit! You burned yourself!” He exclaimed, surprised. And before I knew it, his hands grabbed mine instinctively and held them tight. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I squeezed his hand gently. “It’s all right, Kris. Please forget about it. It doesn’t matter. I’ll go and clean myself up.” Having said that I went to the bathroom and took a quick bath and wore a t-shirt and towel wrapped over my thighs. I knew this plan would work since he never saw me this way before.

He had only seen me either in the garden or while talking with him, wearing jeans and tees. He couldn’t resist coming closer towards me when he got an opportunity to see me like this.

I was counting on this to happen. After finishing drying myself, I came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. I could see him staring at me, but I was not able to judge whether it was lust or disgust.

“How is it working now?” I asked again. “Better, but still some issues.” He replied. “Okay, l think I should leave now.” He stood after saying this.

Gathering all the guts I had, I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him, “Please stay, don’t go.” I went near him and hugged him, trying to break his defence mechanism. My breasts rubbed against his back while we were hugging.

This time, I noticed he stiffened and tried pulling himself away. But I didn’t allow him to do so. Instead, I pressed myself tighter to him. Slowly moving my head upwards, I kissed his earlobe and whispered, “You smell so good, Kris. I love your scent.”

His eyes widened in shock as I did this, but he didn’t push me away. Instead, he remained silent. Moving my lips along his jawline, I nibbled softly on his neck, teasing him gently. He sighed deeply, feeling my warm breath blowing across his skin.

Still holding onto his waist firmly, I trailed my tongue down his neck, tasting saltiness combined with sweat. Sliding my arms further upwards, I cupped his chest and gave some more kisses and licks on the other side of his neck. My nipples hardened at the thought of having sex with him.

Slowly but surely, my grip strengthened, and I turned his chair facing me and sat on his lap. Looking into his gorgeous, deep eyes, I pouted playfully, fluttering my eyelashes seductively. His gaze flickered downwards momentarily, taking note of my flushed cheeks and reddened lips.

Abruptly, he stopped me, leaving me reeling in confusion. “Please stop, Deepti! You know we both are married, and I cannot do this to my wife.”

He stammered, seeming slightly distressed. But I noticed while he was saying all this his hands were still on my hips. His hands unknowingly held my hips when I sat on his lap. I understood that he was hesitant, but maybe he wanted this to continue.

“Is it because you are afraid to commit adultery?” I teased him mischievously. “Don’t worry, Kris. No one knows that we are here, so you need not worry.”

Saying this, I brought my hand behind his neck, kissing him passionately. His body shuddered involuntarily when my lips brushed against his. He hesitated again for a few minutes, but slowly, he started responding.

I felt him kissing me back eagerly now, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. My heart raced with anticipation as our tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. I moved forward, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest, relishing the feel of his strength under my palms.

Simultaneously, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, bronzed skin underneath. My fingers traced patterns upon his muscular frame, exploring every inch of his torso. The heat from his skin radiated throughout my entire body, sending waves of desire coursing through me.

While exploring his mouth, I started moving my hips, which made him harder. It became obvious that he liked it. I broke the kiss, placing kisses down his neck. With each kiss, I sank lower and lower until I found myself sitting uncomfortably but still sucking his nipples.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, caressing my face tenderly. His touch was electric, sending tingles all over me. As I continued to suck his nipples, my other hand began to explore the hardness between his legs. He then held me and started removing my top.

Once I was naked from above, he started licking my neck while his hands were caressing my naked breasts. At the same time, he lifted me and removed my towel. We kissed passionately once again, this time with our bodies bare. My hands travelled lower, eventually reaching his pants.

I unzipped them quickly, freeing his engorged manhood. My fingers encircled its thickness, feeling the warmth of his dick pulsating beneath my fingertips. A low groan escaped his lips, signalling his pleasure. Gently, I stroked his length, marvelling at the size and girth.

He moaned softly, enjoying the sensation. I decided to take things even further and straddled him, positioning myself right above his throbbing cock. Teasingly, I lowered myself ever so slightly, allowing just enough contact for him to feel the tip rubbing against my entrance.

I heard him gasp sharply, unable to hold back any longer. Slowly, I slid down, enveloping his shaft within my wetness. The feeling was exquisite, and both of us sighed contentedly at the same time. Slowly I rode him, increasing speed gradually.

Each thrust caused a jolt of electricity to surge through me, making my heart race faster than before. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pure ecstasy. The sounds of our moans and flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, creating a primal symphony of passion.

All rational thoughts flew out of my mind, consumed by nothing but pleasure. Then we both stood up, and Kris made me stand facing the wall, and he came behind me. He teasingly pushed my hair to my front and started licking my earlobe and slowly moving towards my neck and then back.

I could hear him breathing heavily, and he came even closer and held my boobs using both his hands, and started licking my back. Every drop of sweat on my skin was getting licked by him. He continued licking my back.

I could hear him sighing loudly and whispering, “You have such beautiful skin… damn…”. He reached my ass cheek and started licking it. I couldn’t control my moaning and groaning. He then held my ass cheeks and opened it wide, and forced his tongue inside it while holding my thighs tightly.

This made me lose all the control I had on my body. I screamed in pleasure as I felt his hot tongue swirling around my anus. Then he stood and inserted his dick inside my tight asshole. I let out a scream, full of excitement and anticipation. He held my waist and started thrusting fast.

Again, the walls seemed to reverberate with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. My cries grew louder and louder as the intensity of our lovemaking increased tenfold. Then I stopped him for a while and held his hand and took him to my bed.

I went on my fours and held his hard dick, and guided it again to my asshole. He started fucking me hard and slow, keeping pace with me. I kept screaming in joy. Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out of me, flipped me over and placed my legs on his shoulders.

He rammed his dick deep inside my wet swollen pussy and started pounding me like a madman. In a matter of moments, I felt an explosion of pleasure rippling throughout my body. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of blissful sensations coursed through me, leaving me trembling and quivering.

Kris followed suit, unleashing his torrent of semen inside me. Screaming, I convulsed around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed deep inside me. For what seemed like an eternity, our bodies remained locked in a state of blissful pleasure.

Eventually, reality returned to us, and we collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. “Was that good?” he asked shyly. I replied in the affirmative, giving him a peck on his lips. Finally, we separated, but not before sharing another passionate kiss.

Standing there, naked and sweaty, we embraced once again, savouring the sweetness of our union. A sense of fulfilment washed over us, knowing that we had given ourselves fully to each other. That night marked the beginning of something special, a bond forged through lust and desire.

After collecting our clothes, we dressed up. As he got ready to leave, I saw him staring at me. And suddenly, I knew that there would be many more encounters ahead of us. But today, we parted ways with the promise to meet again soon.

Walking out of my door, I felt a new sense of confidence and freedom. I had experienced something incredible I had never experienced before. I smiled inward, imagining the possibilities that lay ahead. The rest is history.

Now, we both regularly get involved in swinging and we both enjoy it and satisfy each other physically.

So, in the last part, you read about our journey for the honeymoon trip. We settled at the cottage and its captive environment.

Read this part, and imagine yourself being in my place. Hoping you guys will appreciate my feelings and mail me.

Let us begin. As I stepped inside, the climate of the room immediately set the tone for the evening. It was clear that the cottage was designed for lovers—prepared with every romantic detail in mind.

Rose petals scattered across the bed, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood in the air, candles lining the windowsills, and soft, inviting beds adorned with silky sheets. The sound of soft music—all designed to enhance the experience that was about to unfold.

The perfect setting for what we had planned—a night of unbridled passion and discovery. I paused, standing at the door. I saw Ammu sitting at the centre of the bed, her presence commanding my attention. I looked at Ammu, a vision of pure temptation that sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

She looked breathtaking—the embodiment of beauty. She was dressed in a vibrant red sari, the fabric clinging seductively to her petite frame. Shimmering like liquid fire in the dim light of the room. Every movement of hers caused the sari to ripple.

The folds nestled between her blouse revealed just enough of her breast to ignite my imagination. The sari hugged her curves, each fold drawing attention to the swell of her hips and the tantalizing dip of her slender waist.

Her blouse is a deep, lustrous red. It is strapless, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her shoulders and the elegant curve of her neck. The tightness of the blouse accentuated her curves. The fabric pressed against her skin, accentuating the outline of her bra, a glimpse of the softness it held within.

The folds of the sari were tucked just beneath the blouse. The swell of her boobs and deep navel were both revealed and concealed, igniting a fire of need within me. The soft light outlined her body. My gaze lingered on Ammu. Her wrists were adorned with delicate gold bangles.

They were mesmerizing as they moved, the gentle curve of her wrists an intoxicating sight. Her dark hair was gathered into a loose bun. A few stray strands escaped to frame and caress her face. Framing her features in a way that made her look like a goddess of passion with an effortless allure.

The light touch of makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty and allure. The kajal outlined her deep, inviting eyes, making them even more captivating. The small bindi adorning her forehead added a touch of divine sensuality. She stood there, a vision of a newlywed Indian bride, traditional.

Yet there was nothing innocent about the way she stood there, her eyes dark with desire, her lips curving in a sultry smile that promised untold pleasures. She was waiting for me, welcoming me into a world where she was both my temptation and reward.

She was everything I had ever dreamed of, a perfect blend of love and sensuality. The kind of erotic allure that could make time stand still. Once inside, I closed the door, locking out the world. Every step I took toward her was filled with the electric thrill of expectation.

My body thrumming with the need to touch her and feel her beneath my hands. Her eyes never left mine—a silent invitation to lose myself in the ecstasy that awaited us. The air between us was thick with anticipation. A palpable tension that made my skin tingle with the promise of what would come.

I approached her. The scent of her perfume—erotic and alluring—wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her web of desire. The warmth of her body radiated toward me. Her presence was a burning flame that I was irresistibly drawn to.

The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. The night stretched out before us. An endless canvas on which we would paint our passion, our every touch, every kiss. At that moment, nothing else existed but only two of us.

Caught in the heat of our desire, ready to explore the depths of our passion in a night that would be etched into our souls forever. Her breath hitched as I drew closer, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood mingling with the air between us. My fingers brushed against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin.

I could sense the electricity between us, a spark that promised an evening of passion and shared ecstasy. I held her hand, brought her to the edge, and then pushed her toward myself. She stood and turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire and a small, teasing smile playing on her lips.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice soft and seductive as she ran her hands down her sari, smoothing the fabric over her hips. “I love it,” I replied, my voice hoarse with need. “You look incredible, Ammu.”

She smiled, pleased by my reaction, and moved closer. Her fingers trailed along my chest, sending shivers down my spine. “Then why don’t you show me how much you love it?” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. I didn’t need any more encouragement.

My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the heat of her through the layers of her sari and the softness of her curves against me. My lips found hers in a slow, sensual kiss, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

Slowly, my tongue moved to her mouth, enjoying the moment. Ammu responded with equal passion, her hands tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her body arching into mine. The kiss was filled with hunger, a need that had been building all day.

I knew that neither of us could hold back much longer. With deliberate slowness, I began to undress her. Wanting to prolong the anticipation and make her feel every moment of this. I started with the sari. My fingers deftly undid the pleats.

Let the fabric fall to the floor in a shimmering pool around her feet. The sight of her standing there in just the blouse and petticoat. The red of the fabric contrasted beautifully with her smooth, caramel skin made my breath catch in my throat.

I kissed her again. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the soft fabric. The petticoat was the next to go, the drawstring easily undone. It allowed the garment to slide down her legs, leaving her in just the blouse, the red strapless bra, and the red panty underneath.

Ammu’s chest rose and fell with quickened breath. Her eyes locked onto mine as I reached for the blouse. I took one blindfold and tied it to her eye. She stood before me, her eyes covered with a silk blindfold. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she surrendered herself to the unknown.

She became nervous, and I went near her and pressed her boobs above her blouse. Then, I took my time, unbuttoning it slowly and letting my fingers brush against her skin with each movement. When the last button was undone, I slid the blouse off her shoulders.

Revealing the hard, bouncy boobs, yet incredibly sexy, strapless bra that held her breasts in place. Her boobs were flying out. It was pressed into a half-open blouse, and her bra made it pop out. Her lips parted slightly, quivering with anticipation and need.

I pressed a kiss against her trembling mouth, my lips trailing down to her neck. My hands moved to the bra, my fingers finding the clasp at the back and undoing it with practised ease. The bra slipped off, exposing more than half of her breasts to me.

I can see her nipples are already hard with arousal. I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking gently as my hand cupped the other breast, my thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. And did the same with another boob.

Ammu moaned softly, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she arched into my touch. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, driving me to explore her body further. I kissed my way down her stomach. My hands slid to her waist over her ass cheek, pushing her closer to the edge of the bed.

I laid her down gently. My lips continued their journey lower, kissing and teasing her pantyline skin as I went. She was forcing my head with her hand. I want her to die in ecstasy. Her body responded instantly. Her hands instinctively reached up to press my head closer, but I had other plans.

I left her waist and took her handcuff. She was unaware of what I was doing because of a blindfold. With a smooth motion, I took both of her wrists and secured them with soft cuffs. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin.

I wanted to heighten every sensation, to push her to the edge and hold her there. I started to kiss her, each touch deliberate and slow, as I moved down her body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples hardened beneath the light fabric of her clothing.

I lavished attention on every inch of her exposed breast. She tried to press my head against her chest to direct my movements. But the cuffs held her back, leaving her helpless to do anything but feel. Her moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room.

She writhed beneath me, her body alive with sensation. I wanted to hear her moan, but not too loudly. I wanted her to feel the pleasure and experience it deeply without breaking the moment. I grabbed a dildo and gently placed it in her mouth, muffling her cries as I continued my exploration.

Her moans turned into muffled whimpers. The vibration of her sounds adds a new layer of intensity to the moment. I could feel her body tensing and her hips lifting from the bed as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure.

Moving down to her chest, I removed the remaining two buttons of her blouse. Her blouse falls to the sides, leaving her open bra. I removed her bra slowly with my teeth from her skin, exposing her boobs fully. I nipped at the flesh of her soft boobs.

They were tight and moving up and down with each breath. Her body arched toward me, a silent plea for more. I kissed one boob and had my tongue play over it while, with the tip of my finger, I moved around her other nipple. I played with her both boobs again.

I could easily see her pants soaking with wetness. I put multiple bites over her boobs, making them red and tooth marks easily visible, leaving delicate marks that would serve as a reminder of this night. She was trying to push my head and moan but was unable to do so.

She was trying to push my head and moan but was unable to do so. She was dying in ecstasy. After working on her boobs, I made my way down to her navel. My tongue circled the sensitive area of her navel, teasing her. Before I bit down lightly, marking her with the imprint of my teeth.

Her body responded instantly, convulsing in pleasure as she gasped around the dildo, her moans becoming more frantic. Craving something new, I reached for a bottle of wine. Whenever she didn’t find me touching her, she became excited and nervous.

What was going to happen as she was blindfolded? As I uncorked it, her cheek flushed red, a mix of curiosity and desire flickering across her face. I poured a slow, tantalizing stream of the cool liquid onto her navel. Watching as it trickled down her skin, pooling in the dip of her stomach.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her navel. My tongue swirled through the wine, tasting the sweet and tangy taste mixed with the warmth of her skin. Each lick was slow and deliberate. Sending shivers down her spine that made her body arch toward me, a silent plea for more.

At the same time, my hands moved to her boobs, kneading them gently. But firmly, feeling the softness beneath my fingertips. The contrast between the cool wine on her belly and the warmth of my hands on her chest created a delicious tension in her body.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. I worked her body into a state of heightened sensitivity. She began to shiver beneath me, her body moving in an ecstatic, almost animalistic way, like a hungry lizard desperate for food.

Her hips lifted off the bed, her back arched. Her chest heaved as she surrendered completely to the sensations I was creating. My mouth never left her navel. The taste of wine and skin was intoxicating. I continued to lick, each movement of my tongue sending ripples of pleasure through her.

Her moans grew louder but muffled due to the dildo in her mouth, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. Her body twisted and turned beneath me. I drove her higher and higher, every touch, every lick, a step closer to ecstasy.

My hands slid down to her waistline, fingers tracing the delicate gold chain that rested above her panty line. The cool metal contrasted with the heat of her skin. I moved lower. My lips followed the path of my fingers, kissing each inch of her waist, feeling the way she shivered beneath me.

She was trembling with ecstasy; her body was lost in the sensations. She was moving her legs and pressing my head over her groin with her thigh. I thought to tie it. Finally, I secured her legs, binding her completely to the bed. She was unable to move as I continued to explore her body with my mouth and hands.

Every kiss and every bite were deliberate, designed to bring her closer and closer to the climax. She moves beneath me, her muffled cries filling the room. She surrenders to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her body was like a fish out of water, desperate for release.

I continued, drawing out every moment, every sensation, until she was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Her entire body trembled with the force of her pleasure. Her breathing became more ragged. Her hips shifted as I reached the final barrier—her panty.

The delicate lace was already damp with her arousal, a clear sign of how much she wanted this and wanted me. I removed her blindfold to show how much of a horny bitch she is. She saw her wet panty and became shy. Her cheeks became red with shyness.

I looked up at her, our eyes locked. I slowly slid her panties down her legs, little by little, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. I revealed her natural form and moved it to rest near her knee. Her legs were bound, adding a thrilling sense of anticipation.

Her hands were cuffed, ensuring she could fully surrender to the pleasure I intended to give her, leaving her completely at my mercy. With her groin exposed, the soft, smooth skin was revealed to me. Every inch of her body was a masterpiece of beauty and sensuality.

The sight of her exposed groin was a feast for my eyes. Every inch of her smooth, clean-shaven pussy was glowing in candlelight. I wanted to worship her as a goddess of passion tonight, to explore and taste every part of her with tenderness and emotion.

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Hello, I am Anurag, a 23-year-old guy, and in my final year of college. Life hasn’t been easy for my family. We struggled with financial difficulties, which often felt overwhelming. My elder brother, Adhiraj, was 29 and worked tirelessly as a delivery boy to keep us afloat. His wife, Shreya, who was 26, stood by his side, offering support despite the hardships we endured daily.

Our situation was tough, and the weight of our struggles was ever-present. But we held onto each other, hoping for a better tomorrow.

One day, bhaiya and bhabhi went out of town for a wedding ceremony. On their way back home, they were involved in a terrible accident. Tragically, Adhiraj bhaiya lost his life, and bhabhi sustained severe injuries.

The news shattered our family, leaving us to grapple with immense grief and sorrow. The loss of my brother and the sight of bhabhi fighting for her life was a heartache that words couldn’t describe.

Bhabhi was rushed to the hospital, and I arrived there as quickly as I could. Her single father, who loved her deeply, also came to the hospital. We anxiously awaited news from the doctors. When the doctor finally emerged, his somber expression confirmed our worst fears. He told us that bhabhi had undergone surgery to amputate both of her hands and would need to rest.

In the weeks that followed, I found myself shouldering the weight of our situation. With the help of friends and long-distance relatives, I managed to carry out all the necessary rituals for Adhiraj bhaiya. It was an arduous task, but I was determined to honor his memory amidst our overwhelming grief.

As bhabhi’s discharge approached, the doctor raised a critical concern. He asked who would be taking care of her once she was home. With bhaiya gone and my financial struggles, I was the only one left to manage everything. The thought of affording a professional caretaker seemed impossible, adding to my anxiety.

Bhabhi’s father, however, provided a glimmer of hope. He assured us that he would stay with us for a while until the situation normalized. He also mentioned that he knew an elderly woman who could help care for bhabhi. She agreed to assist us for free for the first two weeks, but after that, we would need to pay her. We gratefully accepted her offer.

When we returned home, the elderly caretaker arrived around 9 am each day and stayed with us throughout the day. She took on the essential tasks of feeding Bhabhi, helping her bathe, assisting her in the toilet, and aiding with dressing. After 6 pm she would leave for the evening. Our household now consisted of three members – bhabhi, her father, and me, along with the caretaker’s temporary presence.

This support was invaluable, helping us manage bhabhi’s needs and providing some stability as we faced the ongoing challenges of our situation.

After two weeks, bhabhi’s father had to return to his home, which was about two hours away. I was left to handle everything on my own while also managing my college responsibilities.

Balancing the demands of my studies with bhabhi’s care was challenging. But I was determined to keep everything going as best as I could.

Since the caretaker couldn’t stay overnight, she suggested that we purchase adult diapers for bhabhi, as she would be unable to use the toilet independently. I was faced with the difficult task of arranging for these supplies, adding to the already heavy burden of managing bhabhi’s care and my academic commitments. The situation was increasingly overwhelming. But I knew it was essential to ensure bhabhi’s comfort and dignity during this challenging time.

As the weeks dragged on, the mounting financial pressures forced me to seek additional income. I managed to find a part-time job at a local store, which offered me a small but crucial boost to our dwindling funds.

The job was exhausting, adding to my already overwhelming schedule. But it was necessary to cover the growing expenses of Bhabhi’s care. During this period, the elderly caretaker, who had been a godsend, continued her invaluable support.

Her role had shifted slightly; not only did she handle the daily tasks of caring for bhabhi, but she also took on the responsibility of cooking for us. Her presence became a vital source of stability. She would arrive around 9 am, and after tending to Bhabhi’s needs, she would prepare meals for us, allowing me a small respite from the constant struggle.

Before 6 p.m. each day, the caretaker would assist bhabhi with changing into adult diapers. This routine was crucial, as bhabhi could no longer manage on her own. The caretaker’s care ensured that bhabhi remained as comfortable as possible. But the process was a stark reminder of how drastically our lives had changed.

As weeks turned into months, Bhabhi’s recovery began to show signs of improvement. She gradually started walking and engaging in conversations again. Her strength was slowly returning, and she even gained a little weight, becoming slightly chubby due to the lack of her usual activities. Her progress, though small, was a beacon of hope in our otherwise challenging days.

One morning, the elderly caretaker called to inform me that she was feeling ill and wouldn’t be able to come that day. Panic set in as I realized I would have to manage all the household chores and care for Bhabhi on my own.

I took a deep breath and walked into Bhabhi’s room. “Bhabhi,” I said gently, “The caretaker called. She’s feeling ill and can’t come today.”

Bhabhi looked worried, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and frustration. “Anurag, how are you going to manage everything? Your college, your job, and me?” She bit her lip, her thoughts racing.

I tried to reassure her, “We’ll figure it out, Bhabhi. It’s just for today. I’ll take care of you.”

Bhabhi shook her head and said, “No, Anurag. I don’t want you to help me with private things, like using the toilet. It’s not right. You have enough on your plate.”

I sighed, understanding her discomfort but knowing there was no other choice. “I know it’s difficult, bhabhi. But we have to do what we can. Let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll get through this together.”

Her eyes softened, and she nodded reluctantly, knowing there was no other option. “Alright, Anurag. But only for today. We’ll manage somehow.”

As the day went on, Bhabhi finally sighed and said, “Anurag, I need you to change my diaper.”

She was wearing a nightie, and I could see the unease in her eyes. To make her feel comfortable, I made sure to keep eye contact, not looking down while I carefully removed her diaper. “It’s okay, Bhabhi,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this together.”

I saw the used diaper and could sense bhabhi’s embarrassment. She looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a moment, she hesitated and then asked, “Anurag, can you help me in the toilet? I need to… you know.”

I had no choice but to agree. “Of course, Bhabhi,” I replied.

She gave me instructions to help preserve her dignity. “Cover me with a towel under the nightie first, then pull the nightie off,” she said quietly. I nodded, determined to make this as easy for her as possible.

It was the first time I saw her like this, with nothing on under the towel. The towel wasn’t long enough, and I could see her thighs, making the situation even more awkward for both of us. Bhabhi was clearly embarrassed.

“Please lock the bathroom door after I get in,” she instructed her voice barely above a whisper.

I did as she asked, then took her used diaper to the dustbin. Realizing we had only a few diapers left and needed to save them, I began looking for a fresh pair of panties for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard bhabhi calling me from the bathroom, “Anurag, can you help wash me?” She asked, her voice filled with embarrassment.

Before I unlocked the bathroom, She said, “Anurag, think of me as your mother. We are family, and we need to respect and support each other.” I nodded, trying to reassure her, but I couldn’t help feeling conflicted. Bhabhi was only 26, just three years older than me, and imagining her as a mother figure felt impossible.

After entering the bathroom, I saw that bhabhi was standing with her back to me so that she didn’t expose her bare boobs to me. Obviously, she didn’t like her devar seeing her in this state.

The first time I saw her naked ass and bareback. My penis got erect that time. She was so beautiful.

Then bhabhi squatted with her back to me and said, “Please help me clean up.” Despite the awkwardness, I focused on following her instructions carefully and respectfully.

I gently touched her ass and started cleaning with water. I was getting hard at that time. After that bhabhi ordered me to wash my hands properly and cover her with the towel from the back so that her boobs and pussy didn’t expose to her devar. Already her devar saw her round ass. It was so embarrassing for both of us.

After we returned to the room, bhabhi ordered me to dress up her. I wasn’t sure where to start, but Bhabhi instructed me, “First, the bra.” I carefully followed her guidance, doing my best to assist her with the process.

Bhabhi instructed, “Start by holding the bra with the cups facing outward. Slide it over my arms (amputated) and shoulders. Once it’s in place, fasten the hooks at the back, making sure it’s snug but comfortable. Adjust the straps so they fit properly.”

I followed all the instructions from the back of bhabhi and the first time I hooked a bra.

Bhabhi visibly relaxed once her chest was covered by the bra. A sense of relief was evident on her face as she felt more secure and comfortable. However, she was still not wearing anything on her bottom.

Then bhabhi asked for a diaper, but I explained, “We need to save the diapers for nighttime since they’re expensive and we only have a few left. We’ll use one diaper each night to manage our supplies for the whole month.”

I suggested bhabhi wear panties, but she hesitated and explained that she didn’t want me to deal with the panties, pulling them down throughout the day.

I respected her wishes and gently helped her put on the diaper from the back.

After securing the diaper, I helped her put on a sleeveless t-shirt and a skirt. As I assisted her, I could see she was gaining trust in me and feeling more comfortable with my support.

Bhabhi then instructed me on how to cook. Following her guidance, I prepared lunch for us, making sure everything was ready for both of us to eat.

In our house, we had only two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Later, while bhabhi rested in her room, I went to the bathroom to wash both my clothes and hers. Despite my efforts to stay composed, I couldn’t shake the nervousness. I felt about watching bhabhi in such a state. I needed to masturbate so badly as I hadn’t released it for a month because of the family pressure. But after imagining bhabhi’s ass, I couldn’t control and masturbate.

Then I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see her pussy and her boobs. I wanted to know the color of her areola. Every evil thinking was coming into my mind. As a 23-year-old, it was difficult to resist these things.

As the afternoon rolled in, bhabhi asked me if I could take her for a walk. I agreed to take Bhabhi for a walk and then suggested, “You need to change into a decent dress for the outing.”

Then bhabhi told me to open her closet and find salwar and pajama. As I did, I noticed there were very few dresses available. I selected one and then helped her dress up, ensuring she was comfortable and ready for the walk.

We walked together for the first time in a long while, talking and catching up on everything. It felt refreshing to share those moments and enjoy each other’s company.

As we walked, bhabhi thanked me for respecting her privacy and being considerate as her devar.

After coming home, bhabhi was a little tired and sweating from the summer heat. She asked me to help her refresh. I washed her face to cool her down, then helped her change into a fresh dress, just like before. Then she asked me to change the diaper she had been wearing since the morning.

I told Bhabhi, “Please manage today without a diaper. We’ve already used one, and we can’t afford to use two diapers in a single day.”

Bhabhi got angry and said, “I can’t stay like this; I need to maintain some hygiene.”

I tried to calm her down. “Bhabhi, please understand. I’ll help you put on a panty, but we can’t afford to use two diapers a day. They’re expensive, and we need to consider our financial situation.”

She sighed and said, “Alright, put on the panty. But if I need to use the toilet, you’ll have to help me, and you can’t get irritated at night.”

Then I gently opened her diaper from the back, ensuring she remained as comfortable as possible. Then I brought a panty from the drawer and helped her put it on. It was the first time I saw her in this state, wearing panties. The panty color was red. I never saw my bhabhi wearing a panty. She turned around and asked for the skirt.

In the evening, I did my regular exercise routine while Bhabhi stayed in her room, listening to music.

Suddenly, I heard Bhabhi calling me and started crying.

I rushed to bhabhi’s room, concerned by her cries; as I entered, I saw her standing, tears streaming down her face. “Anurag,” she sobbed, “I thought I was wearing a diaper, but I wasn’t”. I saw the water rolling down her legs.

Seeing bhabhi was distressed. Then I immediately moved to comfort her. “It’s okay, bhabhi! Let’s get you cleaned up”. Then I led her to the bathroom, filled a bucket with water, and carefully washed her legs.

After washing her legs, I helped bhabhi out of the soiled panty. And for the first time, I saw her pussy, it was hairy. Bhabhi didn’t notice that I saw her pussy. She thought I closed my eyes as she had trust in me. She believed I was innocent. The pussy was covered with pubic hairs. She hadn’t shaved for a long time, I guessed.

Then I helped her step into the clean panty. And said with a reassuring smile, “All clean and fresh”.

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Mera naam Harsh hai. Main 25 saal ka hu. Height mein 5’10” hai. Main average built hu, aur roz gym jata hu. Mera lund lamba, mota, aur kaala hai.

Meri stepmom ka naam Smruti hai. Unki age 42 saal hai, height 5’5″ hai. Unka rang doodh jaisa gora hai, aur wo chubby type hai. Wo bilkul porn videos wali milf aurat jaisi dikhti hai. Unko hamare ghar mein aaye kaafi waqt ho gaya hai, lekin maine unko apni maa kabhi nahi maana. Ab seedhe waha chalte hai, jab hamare beech sexual tension ka janam hua.

Main 1st year mein tha. Smruti is baat se anjaan thi ki main ghar par tha. Wo bathroom mein gayi, aur apne kapde kholne shuru kiye. Main aisi jagah par tha, jaha par uska bathroom nazar aata tha, aur galti se maine sab dekh liya.

Usne apna gown khola, aur bra aur panty mein apne daanton ko brush karna shuru kar diya. Uski cleavage aur sexy jaanghen dekh kar main bahut uttejit ho gaya. Lekin uske baad jo usne kiya, wo main soch bhi nahi sakta tha.

Daant brush karne ke baad usne apni bra kholi. Uske bade-bade doodh se bhare boobs, pink nippes waale, dekh kar mere to hosh hi udd gaye. Shayad wo us time horny thi, isliye wo 5-10 minutes tak apne boobs ke sath khelti rahi. Uske wo bade-bade aur gol-gol chootad meri imagination se bhi zyada sexy the.

Uski chut par ghane magar trim kiye hue baal the. Mujhe unki sehlane ka mann karne laga. Wo anubhav itna uttejit karne wala tha ki mera maal meri pant mein hi nikal gaya. Fir usne darwaza band kar liya, aur nahane lagi.

Us din se main hamesha usko aise hi dekhne ka mauka dhoondhta rehta tha. Usne mujhe kayi baar taank-jhaank karte dekha tha, lekin usne ignore karna sahi samjha. Mujhe lagta hai usko bhi ye sab acha lag raha tha.

Cheezein aise hi chalti rahi. Jab bhi mujhe unka samaan dekhne ko mil jata, to main muth maar kar apni aag shant kar leta tha. Fir 2nd year ke dauran cheezein badli.

Ek din hum dono hi ghar par the. Main bathroom mein nahane gaya, jo mere room ke sath attached tha. Jab main poora geela ho gaya, to mujhe pata chala ki sabun bacha nahi tha. Fir main zor se chillaya-

Main: Smruti ji, sabun khatam ho gaya hai. Laa doge kya?

Usne haa kaha. Fir maine darwaza khola, lekin poora nahi khola. Main poora bheega hua tha, aur mera lund aadha khada tha. Mujhe laga ki jo thoda sa darwaza maine khola tha, wo usi mein se mujhe sabun pakda dengi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki wo bhi nahane hi jaa rahi thi doosre bathroom mein. So wo chhota towel pehan ke aayi thi, aur bol rahi thi-

Wo: Kya hoga tumhara. Sabun tak laana bhool jaate ho.

Itna kehte hue unhone poora gate khol diya. Main poora nanga khada tha unke saamne. Wo bhauchakki reh gayi. Jhat se unki nazar neeche mere lund pe gayi, aur 4-5 second tak wahi pe tiki rahi. Ye dekh ke mera poora khada ho gaya. Ek-dum rock hard. Mujhe laga wo sharma ke bhaag jayengi, but aisa nahi hua. Unhone fatafat khud ko sambhala aur boli-

Wo: Haa main bol rahi thi ki etc etc.

2 minute tak wo bolti rahi, aur main apna nanga lund unke saamne liye sunta raha. Bolte-bolte wo baar-baar neeche dekh rahi thi. Upar se main poora bheega hua. Thode gym waale dole-shole to the hi, to unko bhi feeling aayi.

Unhone jo towel pehna tha, usme unki moti milky white si jaanghen dikh rahi thi, aur thodi cleavage bhi. To main rok hi nahi paaya apne aap ko, aur dheers se apne hath se apne lund ko choona shuru kiya.

Ye unhone dekha, aur finally sharma ke aur thoda gussa se boli: Ye kya kar rahe ho?

Aur sabun pakda ke nikal li. Kyunki dono bathrooms ek deewar se hi alag the, to nahate waqt mujhe unki halki-halki moaning ki awaaz aayi. Wo is incident ke baare mein hi soch ke khud ko sehla rahi thi. Fir main josh se bhar gaya, aur zor-zor se hilane laga.

Paani se bheega hua tha, so ek rhythmic chap-chap ki awaaz unko pahunchi hogi, aur sath mein main thodi tez awaaz mein bol bhi raha tha-

Main: Haye kya gaand hai uski. Aisi gaand chahiye mujhe. Aaah chod doonga tujhe.

Ye sab wo sun ke maze le rahi thi. Baad mein khaana khaate waqt halki si muskan, thodi si sharam, aur gussa dekha unke muh pe. Khair iske baad mujhe confidence aa gaya tha. Main kabhi-kabhi poora nanga hoke bula leta tha, ki dekho mere kapde nahi mil rahe dhoondh do etc etc.

Wo bhi shaunk se aati thi, aur same mere lund ko split second ke liye ghoorti thi. Fir jo kaam ke liye bulaya tha, wo nipta ke chali jati thi. Ek baar to mera hilane ke baad just nikla hi tha, ki darwaza khol ke andar aa gayi aur dekh ke bolti hai.

Wo: Waah, poora din yahi karte ho? Saaf karo aur khaana khaane aao.

Aag to dono mein thi, bas chingari chahiye thi. Finally wo din aa gaya. Unke wala bathroom kharaab tha. Main us time apne waale bathroom mein bas andar gaya hi tha nahane, ki wo knock ki.

Maine khola to bolti hai: Mujhe kahin jana hai, to naha ke nikalna hai.

Maine kaha: Kaise hoga fir?

Wo bolti hai: Tum bathtub mein naha lo (main bhool gaya ki mere waale bathroom mein bathtub tha), main shower mein naha loongi.

Fir wo andar aayi, aur maine door lock kiya. Uske baad maine apne kapde utaar diye, aur fir nanga ho gaya unke saamne, aur chala gaya bathtub mein. Main bathtub ke andar jaa raha thi ki ek joke maara unhone-

Wo: Itna bada ho gaya hai tumhara. Sorry I mean bade ho gaye ho, fir bhi fit ho jaate ho?

Maine bola: Nahi, lekin aaj adjust to karna padega na.

Wo nahane lagi shower mein, aur aaj to unhone bhi kuch nahi chhupaya. Apna towel halka sa dheela karke wo boobs mein soap lagane ke bahane thoda khel leti thi. Wo 2 tarboozon ke sath apni jaanghon ko sexy se pose main baith kar soap lagati thi. Thode-thode baal bhi dikh rahe the unki pussy ke.

Mera bada sa kaala lund paani ke baahar aa raha tha bathtub ke, aur main usko dheere-dheere sehla raha tha. Wo usko bhi baar-baar dekh rahi thi. Fir achanak bolti hai-

Wo: Adjust mat karo, aa jao shower mein, aur meri peeth pe bhi soap laga do.

Main nikal kar aaya to unhone poora towel khol diya, aur unki nangi gaand mere lund se satt gayi to ek halki si “Aaaahh” sunayi di unke muh se. Fir main sabun lagane laga unke. Jab wo thulthuli gol gaand pe laga raha tha, to halka-halka daba raha tha, aur wo aah aah bol rahi thi. Fir wo mudi aur mujhe bhi soap lagane lagi aur boli-

Wo: Aur sir, tumhara ye jo itna bada auzaar hai uspe lagaun ki nahi?

Ye kehte hue mere 6 inch ke lund ko hath mein le liya, aur sabun lagate-lagate upar-neeche karne lagi.

Main: Aaahhh haye, kyun nahi. Aap to pehle din se hi dekhne ka baad se taras rahi ho isko choone ke liye

Wo: Haa, itna itrao mat, tum kya-kya gandi baatein suna rahe the us din chap-chap karte-karte?

Main: Aapko acha to laga na?

Wo (mere lund ko sehlate hue): Haa bahut. Har baar jab apna ye kaala aur lamba sa lund leke aa jaate ho mere saamne, mann karta hai khaa jau. Paani nikal aata hai meri chut se.

Aise words unke muh se sun kar main shock ho gaya.

Main: Arre waah, aap aise gandi-gandi baatein kar lete ho?

Wo: Aaj dikhati hu main kitni gandi baatein kar sakti hu.

Ye kehte hue meri lund ko zor-zor se hilane lagi. Fir ghutno ke bal gir kar blowjob dene lagi. Unhone poora lund muh mein liya, aur ab main saatve asmaan par tha. Main gandi se gandi cheezein bol raha tha.

Main: Smruti teri chut faad doonga chod ke aaj. Teri gaand kha jaunga aaj aaah hhhh.

10 minute tak blowjob di usne, aur fir maine use baalon se pakad kar upar uthaya.

Wo boli: Haye re beta, tera kitna mota lund hai. Itna tarsaya kyun mujhe? Usi din de deta mere muh mein.

Main bina kuch bole paaglon ki tarah unki gaand dabane laga, aur boobs choosne laga, aur dono boobs ke beech mein sar rakh kar dabane laga. Wo cheekhti rahi.

Wo: Maar meri gaand pe chaante. Us din kaise cheekh raha tha gaand chahiye. Lele poori teri hi hai.

Main fir unko ghuma ke unki gaand mein rimming karne laga. Poora ache se lick kar raha tha unke saare holes ko.

Wo: Haye chod de, chod de mujhe. Khaa ja haye aaahh.

Ye sab 20 minute tak chalta raha. Fir wahi pe doggy style mein karne lage.

Wo: Gandi-gandi baatein bol launde. Buddha hai kya?

Main: Saali randi, maa banne aayi thi meri. Chud rahi hai ab (do-chaar chaante gaand pe maarte-maarte).

Wo: To toone bhi kab maa banaya? Ab se har din chodega tu mujhe uffff aaahhh.

Main: Tere choochon ka to fan hu main. Daba-daba ke aur bada banaunga.

Wo: Ufff aahhh kab se taras rahi thi tere lund lene ke liye. Poora daal zor-zor se.

Hum log poore chipke hue the poore time, kisi bichde jode ke jaise. 20 minute ke kareeb aur chudai ke baad maine unke boobs par apna maal fenka. Wo khush ho gayi finally saara maal apne boobs par dekh kar, aur hamne bath tub mein jaake 15 minute aaram kiya.

Uske baad kabhi bhi kahin bhi chance milta hai ghar mein, to hum jam ke chudai karte hai. Thanks.

Ladkiyon fantasy share karne ke liye message kare.

I am Abby, a 23-year-old guy. I am originally from Chennai, but I studied Engineering in Mumbai. I used to live in a hostel with a roommate. That guy’s name is Prajwal. This is an incident that happened a year ago with Prajwal and his girlfriend, Anisa.

When I first joined college as an 18-year-old, I was quite innocent. I come from a conservative household, and I did not really have much privacy in my home. So, I had never watched porn or masturbated. I was waiting to go to college to enjoy the newfound independence.

We all have that one friend in college who introduces us to all the dirty things. For me, that was my roommate, Prajwal. He was a very charming guy with an amazing sense of humour. He always used to crack double-meaning jokes, which everyone liked.

We loved talking to each other, and we became good friends. One day, I was sleeping in my room when he was not there. He came and knocked on the door. It took me a while to open the door. He started making fun of this, asking, “ You were jerking off, weren’t you?”

After this day, we frequently used to have conversations around sex, masturbation, our crushes and so on. He even used to send me good porn videos to watch. He opened a whole new world to me where I could not just consume this kind of content, but could also talk about it in a fun way with someone.

I started enjoying spending time with him. Over time, we lost all filters in our conversations and could tell anything to each other. We even had conversations where he would tell me how to increase the pleasure when I was masturbating. I used to call him my ‘sex guru’.

Just after a few months into college, he started dating a girl from our senior batch. Her name was Anisa. God, she was gorgeous! She had huge boobs and used to wear very short skirts that showed her seducing thighs. All the guys used to check her out all the time.

My roommate Prajwal was lucky to have her as a girlfriend. Sometimes we three used to hang out together as I was his closest friend. Over some time, I grew comfortable around Anisa as well. So, the dirty conversations Prajwal and I used to have started to happen even when she was present.

Our dynamics were set in such a way that Prajwal used to come and share about his sex life with me. He would describe what he and his girlfriend did and what new things they are trying, in all details. He was excited to talk about it to someone.

I also started making jokes about their sex life, sometimes even when Anisa was there. This became common for us. We all felt extremely close and comfortable to talk openly like this.

While I enjoyed the conversations and was happy for my friend, I also felt envious of his sex life as he was hooking up so frequently with someone so hot. I used to jerk off thinking about his girlfriend.

Sometimes, I used to feel bad about thinking of my close friend’s girlfriend in this way, but I couldn’t help it. I had no idea what was coming next.

One day, Prajwal came to me and said he wanted to talk about something important and sensitive. We went on a walk in the park on our campus.

Prajwal: How do you find my girlfriend?

Me: What do you mean?

Prajwal: You are always checking her out. I have noticed it many times.

Me: Sorry, yaar. I’m really sorry. Yes, I’m not going to deny that. I could not control myself, even though I tried.

Prajwal: Oh, you find her so irresistible?

Me: Well, I don’t know what to say to that.

At this point, I got super worried. I thought I lost a close friend due to my poor self-control. Seeing me visibly worried, Prajwal started laughing.

Prajwal: Dude, chill. I am not angry with you at all. I feel nice about the fact that my girlfriend is so hot that guys find her irresistible.

I didn’t say anything. I was confused about where the conversation was going. I looked at him expecting him to continue what he was saying.

Prajwal: Okay, let’s talk this out openly. You are such a close friend. What is the need to beat around the bush? I have a perfect plan that’s a win-win for everyone. So, you find my girlfriend hot and obviously would love to sleep with her. I also fantasize about seeing my girlfriend enjoy sex with someone. So, why don’t you two fuck each other while I watch?

Me: What!? Let me process this. Are you saying you like to watch your girlfriend being fucked by someone else other than you? What kind of a fantasy is that?

Prajwal: Well, you know it’s like this. You watch porn to look at people having sex, right? You would love to watch porn of someone you find very hot, right? That’s why we all have our favourite pornstars. Obviously, Anisa is someone I find the most attractive. So, I fantasize about watching her enjoy sex. Who better to try this with other than my closest friend, whom I can trust?

Me: Wow, I never thought of it that way. Anyway, this sounds like a plan! But what about Anisa? Will she agree?

Prajwal: In fact, she is the one who suggested this.

Me: WTF? I can’t believe this. I am nowhere close to being as attractive as you. Why would she desire me?

Prajwal: Come on, dude, you are not unattractive. But there’s another angle to this. So, I told Anisa about how I used to send you porn videos and how I taught you how to jerk off and all that. I also told her that you used to call me your sex guru. That somehow turned her on.

Prajwal:  She said that she finds it hot that her boyfriend has such a reputation with his close friend. So, she wants me to teach someone sex, and she wants to watch that. She told me this, and that’s when we came up with this. You are a virgin with no experience. And you were the one who called me a sex guru.

Prajwal: So, isn’t it best to teach you sex instead of anyone else? Till now, I taught you how to jerk off. Now, I will teach you how to pleasure a woman. You need to listen to me and make sure my girlfriend has a great time. You will love it. She is supremely talented in bed. Do you see how this is a win-win situation for everyone involved?

Me: I still can’t believe this is happening.

Prajwal: It’s not just happening. It’s happening pretty soon. I told you that Anisa and I are going to Lonavala for the long weekend, right? We are leaving tomorrow. You should join us. We will have 3 days of great time filled with pleasure. We should fuck at least twice every day, lol.

Wait for the next part to know what happened on the trip. This experience revealed the bisexual part of me that I was not really aware of. We had the most memorable sex of our lives in those three days.