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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.

I am ending this part here and hoping you bitch and horny men there stroking themselves. Keep reading and enjoying every moment. Don’t forget to message or mail me. Thank you.

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”.

Hi doston, main apni stepmom ke sath hui ek real sex story aap sab ke sath share karne jaa raha hu. Is kahani ko main Hinglish mein share karunga. Sabse pehle main apna aur apni stepmom ka introduction de deta hu.

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.

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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.

Sheetal was excited. At last, her house wouldn’t feel lonely as it did after her husband’s demise. They were childless and were planning to adopt. But her husband’s unfortunate demise put a dent in their plan. It had been 3 years since then. She finally decided to rent one of her rooms out as a paying guest.

It took a long while because of her specific requirements. The tenant had to be a female in the same age group as her. Women her age were married, either busy in their careers or married and being a housewife. The second requirement is that the tenant must not bring guys over to their home.

The first one was enough to cull the number of people interested in less than half. The second made them nonexistent. Finally, she received updates that one was interested. Shreya was a divorcee and was about to move to the city for work reasons.

Renting a flat alone was difficult in itself. But this fit her perfectly as most of the house duties would be taken over by Sheetal for a bit more rent, which, compared to the same services offered by others, was way cheaper.

They had a virtual meeting to show the house as well as finalize the finer details before she moved to the city. The hard copy of the contract was ready and was to be signed the day she moved in.

The doorbell rang, and Sheetal rushed to open. With a big smile, she invited Shreya in, and she responded in kind. She helped Shreya settle in, and they split their work. Sheetal was a housewife with no work experience. But she had a huge inheritance left by her husband.

She did not need to work. So, she opted to take over the housework, laundry and cooking. At the same time, Shreya had to pay the decided rent and half of the utilities bill.  They went from being a landlady and a tenant to being friends fast.

They both complemented each other, and there wasn’t much they disagreed upon. At times they would go out to party or have drinks and chill at home.  There was never an issue with the second rule. Shreya wasn’t interested in men. She chalked it up to being done with men after her divorce.

She often went out and came back in the morning, which Sheetal asked about. She told them they were just one-night stands.

Compared to her, Sheetal had no interest in dating, and she just wanted to be home and enjoy her hobbies. Months went by, and their lives went by. On a heavily rainy day, Shreya brought a guest with her. She was one of her colleagues, and due to flooding, public transport had stopped.

Sheetal was all right with her crashing in for tonight, as it didn’t break her second rule.  She was to sleep in Shreya’s bedroom, as there was ample space. They had dinner, and after a few drinks, they decided to call it a night.  It was around 1 a.m., and Sheetal woke up to some sounds.

Wondering if it was just her imagination, she closed her eyes but heard them again. She got out of bed and looked around the room in search of a creature, but it wasn’t that. As she opened the door, she could hear it much more clearly. Walking towards its source, she found it was Shreya’s room.

The sounds had gotten clearer; they were pleasureful moans and whimpering. She couldn’t believe it. She put her ear to the door, and she was stunned. She could hear two distinct voices, moaning and whimpering erotically, along with the sound of the bed creaking.

She wanted to bust into the room and apprehend her for it, but she couldn’t. She found herself glued to the door, and with every passing second, her body grew hot.  This was new, this was different, this was taboo. Yet she found herself intrigued and getting turned on by imagining the act going on.

They were verbally teasing each other, and she could hear it and turned her on even more. Her hands were already between her legs, pressing her pussy over the cloth of her gown.  She started rubbing the nub of her clitoral area, moving her fingers in a circle.

As they got louder, she got hotter and wetter. They were nearing their orgasm; both were breathing heavily and moaning frantically. At times, she would hear a voice asking others to quiet down. They followed for a few moments and then got back to the same volume.

They were reaching their climax, but Sheetal was the first to get there. It had been a while since she had felt such intense orgasms, and her legs gave in. She slid down the door with her legs to her side and her hand between her legs, still playing with her organ.

Behind the door, they were done as well. Their voices had subsided, and she could hear just slow whispers. Sheetal got back to her room, cleaned herself, and got rid of the gown. She was still feeling herself while in the bed and passed out.

The morning, she felt a different kind of freshness, and she had such a weird dream. But her being naked in bed without a gown brought the memories back. It was not a dream. It had all happened, and she even remembered her enjoying herself.

Maybe it was a dream because she had drunk last night. But the gown hanging behind the bathroom door with dried-out marks of fluids on the white surface was enough to affirm that it wasn’t a dream.  Shreya had no clue, but she could feel Sheetal acting a bit differently.

The weekend rolled in, and they had decided to be home, having vodka and chilling watching movies. They spent most of the time talking. As more drinks went in, Sheetal couldn’t keep it in.

“I know you and that woman were fucking that night,” Sheetal blurted out, smiling like a child who found a secret.

“Oh, how do you know?” Shreya was stunned. She wasn’t expecting such a sudden bomb drop.

“I could hear you faintly from my room, so I was searching around and found the source of sound coming from your room,” she exclaimed.

“Aah, I’m sorry, this won’t happen again, though your second requirement mentioned no men. There was nothing about women.” Shreya caught her on that technicality.

“It’s alright. I’m not mad or anything. It’s just that it’s unnatural. Why have sex with women?” Sheetal was drunk and bold.

Shreya sighed deeply. “Where do I even start? Woman, unlike a man, focuses more on foreplay. Men are like, “Hey, there’s a dick for you,”  and there’s no intimacy, no passion to enjoy each other. That’s nearly all the men I have been with so far.”

She paused and took a sip from her glass. “With a woman, it’s more intense, more passionate because we know our body and what pleases us, and we use that to understand what will please the other person. It’s just… it’s more of what I like.”

Sheetal just sat there, hearing her and taking sips of her drink.

Shreya continued, “Tell me, when you were with a man, did you feel fulfilled always?”

Sheetal nodded no. She understood her point, and she was somewhat correct. Most of the time, it was just straight sex, no foreplay for her.  Shreya slid on the couch and moved closer to her. “Close your eyes. I’ll show you something.” Her tone was lower and more convincing.

She closed her eyes. Something grazed by her, and she felt Shreya’s finger running along her neck to behind her neck. Her neck instinctively turned towards her hand, pressing against it. Her hands slowly caressed her neck, her thumb running against her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Don’t open your eyes yet. This feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sheetal nodded yes and smiled a bit. Soon, she felt something get closer to her and felt a warm and soft sensation on her neck. Shreya was kissing her on her neck. The first kiss jolted her, and she got hot, her toes curled as her lips traced along her neck to her ear.

Shreya whispered, “This turned you on, didn’t it?”

Sheetal opened her eyes in shock, bewildered by her words. But her body was hot, her breathing heavy, and she could feel herself getting wet. Although her expression was one of shock, she nodded a soft yes.  Shreya moved in closer and pressed her lips against her.

Sheetal’s lips were shut. Her warm lips melted her walls away, and she opened them and reciprocated. Sheetal was not much of a kisser; Shreya took the lead and played with her lips, gently biting them and using her tongue to play with hers.

Shreya’s hand has slowly made its way between Sheetal’s thighs, gently massaging her inner thighs. She started kissing her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobes, and whispered to her, “Let me show you what I did to her. Are you ready?”

Sheetal had her eyes closed. Hearing her, she moaned, “Yes.” She was already wet from her, Shreya’s hands were already close to her pussy. Yet her not pushing her hands near was making her wild.  Shreya started kissing her neck and slowly made her way down.

She pulled Sheetal to the edge of the couch and kneeled on the floor. Raising her gown, she kissed her legs and made her way up. Sheetal’s legs parted, inviting her in. Her thick thighs spread apart, revealing her wet pussy ready for her.

Kissing and nibbling on her inner thighs, she teased Sheetal, making her want her more. Sheetal already had her hands on Shreya’s head, firmly pushing it towards her.  Shreya started kissing the skin around her, grazing her labia with her lips.

The touch was enough to push Sheetal over the edge. Her legs clamped together, but Shreya held them apart with force. Sheetal twisted and turned, her toes curled inwards, and her breathing was heavy. This was the first time she had felt this, and it made her orgasm quick.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, and she opened her eyes and said, “Sorry, this…this was new…”.

Shreya looked at her and said, “I’m not done yet.” She winked and pushed her lips against her labia.

Kissing and pushing them apart with her tongue, gently pulling on them with her lips. Rubbing the back of her tongue against her soft inners, she spared no effort. Sheetal was already gasping for air. The intensity of her tongue, coupled with her fingers rubbing against it, was pushing her near orgasm again.

Noticing her near orgasm, Shreya slowed down and turned to her thighs, kissing and caressing them while Sheetal calmed down a bit. She wanted to savour every second of it and turned to her breasts. Undressing the gown off her, she started to play with her breasts.

Kissing on the sensitive parts of her underboobs, gently biting on her flesh. She was running her tongue around her areolas. She was edging her before she started touching her nipples.  Sheetal found new sensitivities; the way she edged her made her crave it more.

Her nipples were hard and pointing outward, asking for more. Shreya finally started licking her nipples, gently pulling them with her lips and nibbling on them. Her fingers worked on the other while her tongue worked on the other. She couldn’t feel her heartbeat fastening and her heating up.

Shreya stopped altogether and started making her way down to her pussy again, kissing her way down. She left hickeys near her boobs and around her nipples. As she went down, she pressed the back of her tongue against her labia, pushing them apart and moving up, revealing her clitoral area.

Pushing the hood back, she exposed the sensitive head. She lubed it up with Sheetal’s cum and her saliva and gently started moving her tongue around it.  A cold shiver went up Sheetal’s spine; she was overstimulated and couldn’t take it more. Her body jolted backwards.

The sensation overtook her, and she came once again. This was intense and a first for her. Her sensitivity was extreme, and she had mixed feelings. The wave of orgasm made her want to resume the act, but the new sensation made her uncomfortable.

Shreya could see the hesitation and joined her up on the sofa. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just a new sensation to you, and you’re very sensitive. Everyone is. It’s alright. You have that weird, bad-like feeling because of the sensitivity. It will subside.”

Sheetal looked towards her, feeling affirmed by her, and she calmed down. She smiled at her, breathing heavily because of her orgasm. She collected her thoughts. This was new, this was intense, and this felt nice, yet it was something she found unnatural.

Shreya broke her chain of thoughts, “Hey, I haven’t come once. Help me with it.” She removed her pyjamas and sat next to her. “Sit next to me.”  Sheetal did as she asked. She had her knees bent towards her chest. Shreya pushed her hand between them and opened them, reaching for her pussy.

She took Sheetal’s hand and placed it on her pussy. “Make me cum with your fingers. Play with me as you play with yourself,” she ordered seductively. Her fingers made a circle on Sheetal’s pussy.  Newbie to all the other things, Sheetal could do this, this was simple.

She started touching Shreya. She could feel the wetness on her fingers. The more she rubbed, the more she felt her get hotter. Meanwhile, Shreya was playing with her like a pro. Rubbing her clitoral area, pinching the flesh between her fingers and pulling it.

Circling her entrance and pushing the top of her finger in. Sheetal was not a match for her, but she copied what Shreya did to her.  While trying to control herself, Sheetal copied Shreya, which was making her reach her edge. All the pussy eating had already made Shreya horny.

Even her newbie touches were enough for her. They both moaned and whimpered, gradually reaching their climax. Shreya was the first to come. But she continued using her fingers like she would do on her and pushed Sheetal to her climax as well.

Breathing heavily, they both looked at each other and smiled. Shreya kissed her, and they both fell on the couch, cuddling and kissing. After a while, they both get to their room to freshen up and sleep.

The morning light wakes up Sheetal. She stays in bed collecting the events of what happened last night. It felt unnatural and taboo, yet it was exciting, and she craved it. The feeling was new, intense, and much more passion-driven. It was a new page in her life, and she wanted to explore it.

She got up and made breakfast; Shreya woke up quite later on. They had their breakfast in silence, and after Sheetal was done cleaning off the dishes, Shreya asked, “Are you okay?”

Sheetal turned back, surprised, “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” and went silent. “You know we can talk about it. I understand it’s new to you, but I think talking about it will help you process it better,” Shreya looked concerned.

Sheetal turned around, drying her hands on the cloth nearby. “It’s just that it was new, and when I look at it, it’s not something I know to do.” Sheetal moved closer, “So if…you could teach me…” She winked and bit her lip.

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Hi all, This is the story of a lady chat friend named Ruba from Chennai. I’m Madhusudhan, a 40-year-old male from Bangalore. The story will be in the words of Ruba going forward.

Hi all,

I am Ruba, 29 years old, and my hubby Akash is 36 now. We both are Malayalis from Thrissur district in Kerala. My hubby is in IT and now we are settled in Chennai. We have been happily married for the last 3 years.

My body stats are 36D 34 40 (No wonder for a Mallu lady). I was a virgin before marriage, but I have been groped by many men in buses and crowded places. I let guys do it, and it has gone to the extent of guys groping my boobs over my chudi tops.

Though I never touched anyone’s cock or let anyone insert their hands into my dress and touch my bare body. I had great expectations of having good sex with my hubby. But I would say our sex life is average only as my hubby got diabetes after 1 year of our marriage.

Since he started taking medication, the frequency of our sex reduced considerably. I learnt to live with it until this incident happened. I stay in a small apartment with 2 blocks with 8 houses in each block. We have two security for both blocks and they keep rotating shifts amongst themselves.

The incident that I’m going to narrate happened with Raj, who’s a 56-year-old lean, tall black Tamil guy. He is a very jovial guy and helps me a lot. Whenever I come home after buying groceries or vegetables, he will take one bag and come along.

And, of course, our hands used to touch when I handed over the bags to him. I, too, was casually chatting with him. I had no intention of being in bed with him. One day while coming in the lift, I asked him for help to take some things from the top shelf.

I asked him to hold the chair and stand on it. Since he is 56, I didn’t want him to stand on it. While I was getting down, he held my waist, and after I got down, we smiled and nothing much happened that day. But I got to know his intentions that day.

Since I was missing the sex from my hubby, I liked his touches and the way he flirted with me. Another day, he came with me carrying some stuff. I was wearing a red coloured saree.

Raj: Mam, this saree looks so good on you.

Ruba: Thanks, Raj. My hubby doesn’t compliment me at all.

Raj: He must be a busy man, madam. Don’t worry, I will give you all you want?

Ruba: What?

Raj: I meant all the compliments you want.

Ruba: Oh, only compliments? I thought of something else.

Now, he, too, understood what I wanted. He held my waist, pulled me closer to him and started to kiss my face. Slowly, he was kissing my cheeks, my earlobes, my neck and everywhere on the face. His hands removed my pallu and started to grope my left boobs over my blouse.

After kissing my face for 2 minutes, he kissed me on my lips. He used to smoke regularly, and before this day, I used to hate the smell of cigarettes. But today, the cigarette smell inside my mouth was making me go crazy. I had completely surrendered myself to him.

He started to suck my 36D boobs over my blouse. I was in a different world altogether. While sucking my boobs, his hands were on my ass, pressing both of them very hardly. He continued it for 5 minutes, and then he sucked both boobs one after another over my blouse.

My hands were caressing his head and giving a massage. He started to unbutton my blouse one by one and then he removed my saree and petticoat too. Now, I was standing with only my bra and panties in front of this 56-year-old stranger whom I hardly knew.

He took me to the bedroom. I was feeling a little shy about walking inside my own home in a 2 piece with a stranger. We hugged each other and then again went into kissing each other. I kept my hands over his pants and started to rub his cock.

It was so thick and bigger than my husband’s. It must have been 7 inches. He removed his pants, shirt and inners. This was the first time I touched some guy’s cock other than my husband’s. I was excited a lot about doing this. His cock was so thick it was dark black as well.

He removed the hooks in my bra and let loose my boobs. He started to suck my boobs one after another, and I was on cloud nine. I kept pressing his cock while he was sucking my boobs. He behaved like an animal and was very aggressive.

In between he kept praising how beautiful I am and how lucky he is to get me in bed. Then I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. He pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I took the entire 7 inch cock in my mouth. He kept caressing my head.

By the way, he was moaning. I knew he was enjoying it very much. I was a pro at sucking cock so he loved it so much. After 10 minutes of sucking, he finally released the cum in my mouth. Like a baby sucking milk from the mother, I drank all of it without wasting even a single drop.

Even after releasing the cum, his cock was so hard. I continued sucking for a few more minutes. Then he lifted me and made me lie on the bed with my boobs crushed by the bed, and he fell on top of my shoulder. He started to kiss my bare back.

It gave a sensual feeling all over my body, and my pussy started to release the cum. Then he went down to kiss my toes and feet. That was a different feeling which I never experienced before. He came up and kissed my thighs, removed my panties and then kissed my ass.

He opened my legs, and then he started to lick my asshole. My hubby used to lick my pussy for a minute, and then straight away started to fuck me. But this security guy was licking my asshole for more than 10 minutes. My cum kept oozing out of my pussy.

I felt like I was in heaven, and I have never experienced any such pleasure in my life. Like a dog licking all over your body, Raj was licking me that day. It was a completely different feeling for me. Then he turned me to the other side. This time he straight away went to my pussy without licking my thighs.

He licked me like a hungry dog and kept eating the cum out of my pussy. I held one hand on his head and another one to the pillow. He must have licked my pussy for at least 30 minutes, and I kept releasing cum. Then he made me stand like a dog with 4 legs.

I thought he was going to fuck me from behind. But this time, he went down below and started to lick my pussy again. Then he got up and started to tease me by keeping his cock near my pussy. I was waiting for him shamelessly to enter his cock into my pussy.

In an unexpected moment, he put it inside and started to stroke it gently at first. And then gradually, he kept increasing the speed. While he was fucking my pussy, he kept inserting his fingers into my asshole. Those who have not tried ass fuck or feared about it, try this.

Ask your guy to fuck your pussy in doggy and insert 1 or 2 fingers in the asshole. You will feel ecstasy. He kept fucking me for 15-20 minutes, at least in the doggy position and then released his cum into my pussy. I reached a climax at least 4 times during that 15-20 minute period.

Then he lay down on the bed, and I, too, lay next to him. I was hugging him closely, and after a few minutes, I started to play with his cock and started to stroke it. Within a minute, it started to become hard. I went down and sucked it this time.

Once it became hard enough, I started to ride him in a cowgirl position. He was crushing my boobs. Whenever I get tired, he will fuck me in the same position. Usually, in cowgirl positions, guys will release within minutes. He released his cum a few minutes ago. Only it took some time for him to release it this time.

After 10 minutes of me riding him, he made me lie down. He came into a missionary position and started to fuck me hard. This is when I could see his real power, and he was going too deep into my pussy. Again I released 3 times, and still, he was fucking me.

Finally, when he was about to cum, I asked him to release it in my mouth. I drank the entire cum. He kept the cock inside my mouth till the last drop came out, and I sucked him dry completely. We lay down, hugging each other. After 10 minutes, he said he had to guard the apartment.

Finally, he realized he was supposed to guard the apartment and not my pussy. In the next meet, he took my ass virginity. After that, we used to meet 4 to 5 times a week once my hubby went to work. After 6 months, he shifted to a new place, and we get to meet only 2 or 3 times a month now.

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Ab aage:-

Aashram ki rani ne mujhe address bataya mere mama ke ghar ka, aur main firse ab ek badi city mein aa gaya jaha mere mama log rehte the.

Main firse gayab ho kar unke ghar ke andar jata hu, aur waha mere 3 mama aur unki family thi. Bade mama ki family mein 2 ladkiyan, 2 ladke, dono ki shaadi ho chuki thi. Beech waale mama ki family mein 2 ladke ek ladki thi, aur chhote mama ke 2 ladkiyan ek ladka the.

Chhote wala alag rehta tha, to main pehle chhote waale ke ghar chala gaya. Mama ki age 45 ki thi, aur unki biwi meri mami Anita 38 ki thi. Unki badi beti Simpi 20 saal ki thi, aur chhoti Pallavi 19 saal ki thi.

Main gayab ho kar andar gaya, aur maine dekha Anita mami ne ek saree pehni hui thi, aur wo kitchen mein khaana bana rahi thi. Unke paas jaake dekha, to wo bilkul gori, 36″ ke boobs, aur 36″ ki hi gaand thi. Main peeche se jaa kar unko hug kar leta hu, aur lund gaand mein laga ke apne hath se unke boobs ko masalne lagta hu.

Mami boli: Aapki dono betiyan ghar par hai. Dekh lengi.

Shayad wo mujhe mama samajh rahi thi. Fir main unke lips mein hath rakh ke chup karwa diya, aur apna lund gaand mein dabane laga.

Sath hi maine dono boobs ko dabate hue apne hath unke blouse ke andar daal diya, aur zor-zor se boobs dabane laga. Wo siskari nikaalne lagi.

Maine apna lund baahar kiya, aur Anita mami ki saree upar karke unki panty neeche kar di. Fir lund chut mein set karke dhakka laga diya. Mere ek dhakka se hi mami ki chut mein lund chala gaya, aur main lund aage-peeche karke unko chodne laga. Wo mere lund ke dhakko ka apni gaand aage-peeche karke jawaab de rahi thi.

Kuch hi der mein hum dono jhad gay. Wo apne kapde theek karke fir khaana banane lagi, aur main mami ki chut mein jhadne ke baad unke hi bedroom mein jaa kar so jata hu.

Raat ko mama-mami ek sath soye the, aur room ki light band thi. Main waha mami ke paas jaa kar let gaya aur unki saree ke Pallu ko hata ke boobs dabane laga.

Mami bolne lagi: Aapka pata nahi kab mood ho jata hai sex ka. Dopahar ko to kiya tha. Ab firse shuru ho gay ho.

Mami mujhe apna pati samajh rahi thi, aur mujhe gayab hone ke kaaran koi darr bhi nahi tha. Maine firse apni ungli unke muh mein rakhi, aur unke kaan ko kiss kar liya. Wo chup ho kar mujhe pyar karne de rahi thi. Main unke blouse ke hook ek-ek karke kholne laga, aur apne kapde bhi khol kar mami ke hath mein lund de diya.

Mami boli: Ye lund itna bada musal kaise ban gaya? Zaroor aapne sex tablet khayi hogi.

Maine mami ka blouse utara, aur bra ke upar se hi boobs masalne laga. Fir unki back par kiss karne laga. Mami ki bra ke hook bhi khol diye maine, aur unke dono boobs mere hath mein aa gaye, aur main nange boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga.

Mami: Aah aah, zor se nahi karo ji, dard hota hai.

Main ek hath saree ke andar panty mein daal ke chut mein ungli karne laga, aur fir mami ne khud apni saree khol di, aur panty bhi neeche sarka di.

Room mein kaafi andhera hone ke kaaran hum ek-doosre ko ache se dekh nahi paa rahe the. Main unko apni taraf kheench kar unko lips kiss karne laga. Wo aankhen band karke mujhe lip kiss de rahi thi.

Main ek hath se boobs daba raha tha, to doosre hath se chut mein ungli kar raha tha. Idhar mami bhi mere lund ko hila rahi thi. Fir maine apna lund mami ke muh mein de diya, aur muh mein lund age-peeche karke chodne laga.

Mami ka muh dard hone laga 10 minutes se bhi zyada chodne ke baad, kyunki ab mera lund jhadne wala to tha nahi. Fir maine mami ki chut mein lund set kiya aur dhakka laga diya.

Ek hi dhakke mein mera 8 inch ka lund poora andar chala gaya. Fir main mami ka ek pair kandhe mein rakh ke unko chodne laga. Unki chut kaafi khuli hui thi, fir bhi wo aah aah kar rahi thi.

Wo bol rahi thi: Roz diya karo lund chut mein. Mujhe bahut pasand hai chudai.

Meri chudai se chut fach-fach karne lagi. Mujhe maza bilkul nahi aa raha tha, par badla lena tha mujhe. Mami ki 10 minutes ki chudai ke baad hi main unki chut mein jhad gaya, aur unke upar aa kar boobs ko muh mein leke so gaya.

Subhe tak main mami ke upar hi sota raha, aur fir subha 5 baje main mami ki beti Simpi ke room mein chala gaya. Wo bhi so rahi thi, aur main usko hug karke sone laga. Simpi 8 baje uthi, aur apne room ke bathroom mein hi nahane lagi, aur fir sirf ek towel pehne room mein aayi. Uske baad wo nangi ho kar apni net wali panty, aur bra jo 32″ size ki thi, wo pehan ke college chali gayi.

Main bathroom mein nahane gaya, aur waha Simpi ki panty bra se muth maar ka apna maal usme hi chhodh diya. Fir mami aayi aur panty bra dhone ke liye lene lagi. Wo dekhi usme dher saari malayi lagi thi. Mami ko samajhte der nahi lagi ki wo malayi Simpi ki chut ki thi, aur wo apni chut mein ungli karke college gayi thi.

Wo apne aap se bolne lagi: Aaj kal ke ladki jawaan nahi hoti usse pehle hi lund ke liye tadapne lagti hai.

Mami ki doosri beti Pallavi ki college band thi. Wo ghar par hi thi. Main uske paas gaya, aur wo fresh ho kar so rahi thi. Main uski blanket ke andar ghus gaya, aur usko nanga kiya. Pallavi ka figure bhi acha tha. Uske 32″ ke boobs the, aur main dono boobs ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lag. Fir ek virgin ki chut mein muh laga kar chut choosne laga.

Main chut ke muh ko khol kar apne jeebh se chaatne laga. Ek virgin chut ki khushbu aur uske paani ki kuch alag hi baat hoti hai. Main agar ab Pallavi ko chodta, to usko pata bhi chal jana tha, aur wo apne ghar par bata degi. Fir na to Pallavi ki chut milegi, na hi badi wali Simpi ki. Isliye ab mujhe kuch aur karna tha.

Aap padhe ki main kya karta hu next part mein.

To be continued…