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It’s been a few hours since they had sex. Harish ordered pizza from the nearby Italian restaurant, and they both took a shower and relaxed on the couch.

The night air was heavy with the scent of jasmine. The faint hum of the city below was barely audible from Diksha’s balcony. Harish stood there, his fingers tracing the edge of the railing as he looked out at the skyline. The cool breeze brushed against his skin but did little to calm the fire inside him.

Diksha stepped out behind him, her bare feet silent on the tiled floor. She wore nothing but a silk robe that clung to her curves, the fabric slipping slightly off one shoulder. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” she teased, her voice soft but laced with mischief.

Harish turned to face her, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her body. “You knew I wouldn’t,” he said, stepping closer. His hand reached out to brush the exposed skin of her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re impossible to resist.”

She smirked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Good thing I don’t want you to.” Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, stopping just above his belt. “So… about that balcony idea…”

A grin spread across Harish’s face, his heart pounding in anticipation. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” Diksha’s eyes sparkled with challenge as she untied the sash of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body. The moonlight bathed her skin in a soft glow, making her look almost ethereal. “Unless you’re scared someone might see us.”

The thought alone sent a thrill through Harish. He glanced over the railing at the street below. It wasn’t entirely deserted—a few cars passed by now and then, and the occasional pedestrian strolled along the sidewalk. But the risk only made it more exciting.

“I’m not scared,” he said, his voice low and rough. He pulled her into him, his hands sliding around her waist. “But if we’re doing this, we’re going all in.”

Diksha laughed, the sound light and breathy. “That’s what I like to hear.” Her hands moved to his belt buckle, deftly undoing it. “Let’s make it memorable.”

As Harish’s pants dropped to the ground, he pressed her back against the railing, his lips crashing onto hers. Their kiss was hungry desperate, their bodies already thrumming with need. Diksha moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into him.

He broke the kiss only long enough to lift her onto the railing, her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips. The cold metal bit into her skin, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was how badly she wanted him.

“You’re insane for this,” Harish murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

“And yet you’re here,” Diksha replied breathlessly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “What does that say about you?”

His laugh was muffled against her skin as his hands moved lower, teasing her thighs before finding her wetness. She was already so ready for him, and he groaned at the sensation. “Fuck, Diksha…”

She leaned back slightly, her hips rocking against his hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

With a growl, Harish positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking with hers as he slowly pushed inside. Both of them gasped at the sensation, the intensity heightened by the cool night air and the precariousness of their position.

“God, you feel amazing,” Harish muttered, his forehead pressing against hers as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, savouring every inch of her, but Diksha quickly grew impatient.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails scratching down his back. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”

He obliged, his pace quickening as he drove into her with increasing urgency. The railing creaked slightly under their weight, but neither of them cared. The risk only fueled their desire, making every touch, every moan, every gasp feel more electric.

Diksha’s head fell back as she lost herself in the pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”

Harish gripped her hips tighter, his resolve crumbling as he felt her walls tightening around him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice strained. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The sound of a car horn honking below made Diksha freeze for a moment, her eyes snapping open as she glanced over her shoulder. “Someone could be watching us right now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

The idea sent a thrill through Harish, and he slowed his movements, pulling her attention back to him. “Would you like that?” he asked, his voice husky. “Knowing someone’s getting off to the sight of you being fucked like this?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, biting her lip. “Yes.”

“Then let’s give them something to remember.” With that, Harish redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming even harder, deeper. Diksha cried out, her nails clawing at his back as she clung to him.

The tension built rapidly, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Harish could feel his release approaching, but he held on, wanting to take her over the edge with him.

“Come for me, Diksha,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

It didn’t take much more. With a strangled cry, Diksha’s body tensed, her climax crashing over her in waves. Harish followed moments later, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled every last drop.

They stayed like that for a while, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of forbidden passion.

Finally, Harish straightened, gently lifting Diksha off the railing and setting her back on her feet. She swayed slightly, her legs still trembling. He steadied her with a hand on her arm.

“Well,” she said once she caught her breath, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “That was definitely memorable.”

Harish chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

She grinned, leaning into his touch. “And you love it.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he kissed her again, softly this time. “We should probably get inside before someone sees us.”

Diksha laughed, turning toward the door. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” But she didn’t protest, following him back into the apartment.

Once inside, she collapsed onto the couch, her energy completely drained. Harish sat beside her, pulling her into his arms as they stared at the balcony where they’d just been.

“Do you think Pallavi knows?” Diksha asked after a moment, her voice quiet.

Harish stiffened slightly, his mind briefly flashing to his wife. “No,” he said firmly, though there was a hint of unease in his tone. “She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

Diksha nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “Good.” She hesitated, then added, “Because I’m not ready to stop.”

Harish glanced down at her, seeing the flicker of guilt in her eyes. But it was overshadowed by something else—something darker, hungrier. Neither am I, he thought, though he didn’t say it out loud.

Instead, he kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. “We should probably talk about this eventually.”

“Eventually,” Diksha agreed, her voice sleepy. “But not tonight.”

Harish didn’t argue. Tonight, he just wanted to enjoy the aftermath of their reckless passion. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow would take care of itself. For now, he allowed himself to relax, his body still humming with the memory of what they’d done.

But as he closed his eyes, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that this couldn’t last forever. And when it ended, he wasn’t sure how either of them would handle it.

The biggest power of being submissive is that the submissives decide their master. They are so strong from the heart. Those who are willing know where to contact me: [email protected]. Love you, fans.

Hello once again to all the lusty and horny readers of this wonderful platform. I hope you all are safe in these hard times. The incident I will share this time is the one that happened between my colleague’s Mom and me.

Meher and I were having an intense foreplay. I was sucking her big round 36D boob, and she was playing with my dick. Her daughter Kiara called her and informed her that she and her (Meher’s son and Kiara’s brother) were coming back home.

Meher knew that both of her children wanted her to be physically satisfied. She is also a human being. She also has some feelings and needs. Kiara’s phone call broke our momentum, and we got up and sat on the sofa, adjusting ourselves.

Meher took out a cigarette and lit it. She also offered me. But I told her that I wanted to feel the smoke directly from her lips. Meher smiled, took a deep puff of a cigarette, and got into a liplock with me, where she directly released the smoke into my mouth.

Meher laughed and said this was wild and something new to her. After releasing the smoke in the air, I hugged Meher and said.

Me: I know how tough your life has been in these years. You have gone through so much pain when both your husband and your boyfriend cheated on you.

Meher: Thank you, dear, for understanding me!

Me: I cannot assure you that even I can love you or not. But one thing I can assure you is that I’ll always be there for you!

Meher hugged me more tightly and kissed me on my neck and cheeks.

At night, all four of us had dinner. Meher went inside her room, keeping her door wide open.  Kiara, Aarav and I went inside our room. Kiara tried to get intimate with me, but I didn’t entertain her and pretended to fall asleep.

After some time, when I checked that both Aarav and Kiara had fallen asleep, I quietly came out and went to Meher’s room. She was lying in her bed in a golden lingerie and enjoying rum.

Me: Darling! Why are you drinking rum when I am there to provide you the bodily heat?

Meher hugged me, and we started the liplock. We purposely kept the door open so that Aarav and Kiara could see us making love.

I was just in my shorts and was rubbing my bare chest over Meher’s boobs while having the liplock. As our lips crashed together, my hands ravished the soft, sweaty skin of her armpits. Her scent, a potent mix of sex and perfume, intoxicated me, fueling my desire.

Our tongues danced, and the warmth of her skin ignited a raging fire within me. Every nerve ending pulsed, and every sense came alive. All that existed was the primal, all-consuming lust that burned between us, begging to be unleashed.

I had a fetish for armpits, and Meher had one of the cleanliest and sexist armpits. I started sucking her armpits, and that flesh of skin was tasting like butter, and Meher was twitching in bed out of pleasure and subtle pain.

Meher: No one has aroused me like this. It feels like heaven!

I was holding her arms and was sucking her armpits and then started sucking her neck and shoulder. Meher was also sucking my neck and shoulder. Suddenly, we stopped cuddling and looked into each other’s eyes:

Meher: Tonight, I want to be your fantasy, your desire, your pleasure.

Me: The feeling is mutual

I moved downwards towards her boobs. I ripped open the lingerie and started sucking her right nipple while circling my index finger in her left boob. I was completely engrossed in enjoying the big boobs when Kiara entered the room.

Kiara was a bit taken aback at seeing her Mom compromising with me. But just the Meher broke the ice and said,

Meher: Kiara, my darling, please don’t judge me. I am also a human being, and I have needs. My friend made me feel special, and I can’t thank him in words for the pleasure he is giving me.

Kiara: It’s okay, Mom. I can understand, and I am completely fine with that. Just a request, if you don’t mind!

Meher: Feel free, my love.

Kiara: Can I and Aarav watch both of you making love?

Meher nodded in affirmative, and then we both smooched as if the world never existed for us. Kiara again entered the room along with Aarav. They also brought a pack of cigarettes and cans of beer with them. Kiara was sitting straight.

But Aarav started jerking his dick like an idiot. I went down and started licking her navel. She was unable to control herself. Meher’s pussy was already wet, and she was moaning, chanting my name.

Meher’s belly was trembling like jelly when I was licking her navel. She was pressing my head more deep inside her navel. I moved down and cleaned the wet parts of her pussy through my tongue. Kiara lit a cigarette and gave it to Meher.

I started sucking her pussy while she was smoking and moaning. Kiara moved a step forward and started pouring beer into her Mom’s pussy while I was licking her clitoris. I started drinking the beer mixed with Meher’s pussy juices, and it was mesmerizing.

Meher: You people are making this night more memorable!

While I was sucking Meher’s pussy, I requested Kiara to give me a hand job so that my dick gets fully erect and I can bang Meher to the core. Meher gave me a handjob and put a condom in my dick.

Kiara: I don’t want any further expansion in our family! (and laughed)

I moved upwards and placed my dickhead over Meher’s clitoris. Meher was looking into my eyes, and I was holding her arms. We both were looking into each other’s eyes.

I slowly pushed my dick inside her pussy, Meher’s eye rolled backwards. She started breathing heavily. We were in a missionary position, and I started liplock to enhance the adventure.

Meher’s pussy was a bit tight as it seemed that road had not been driven for quite a long time. It was pure pleasure for my dick and a bit painful for Meher.

Out of pain, she bit my lower lip, and it was painful for me, too. Slowly, as I took the momentum, she also started swaying her waist in the same motion and enjoying it.

I continued the drilling of her pussy but broke the liplock. We both were looking at each other and moaning. The world has come to a standstill for the moment, and only both of us are present. Meher spanked my ass while I was gushing her pussy in a missionary position.

We soon concluded the missionary position and sat and started smooching each other. The condom was still there in my dick. I slapped her boobies and rubbed my face between them. Meher again requested me to suck her armpits as she also loved them getting sucked.

This time I took some rum in my palm and massaged both of her armpits, and then started sucking. The rum had never tasted that awesome. Meher was enjoying the pleasure of laughing because of the tickling feeling. I was sucking those heavenly armpits.

Meher lay down in the bed, and I put a pillow under her head and waist and put both legs on my shoulder.

Me: Let’s explore the butterfly position.

Meher: I am already having butterflies in my stomach!

I directed my dick inside the pussy, and this time, I was hard and rough. In one shot, I penetrated my complete dick inside her pussy. Meher also moaned, but she was looking straight into my eyes. She wanted to say that she was also ready for the ride.

It was a wild ride when I slammed her pussy, and the room was filled with banging sounds and moans. Meher also reciprocated with the same energy and enthusiasm as I did. Soon I cum inside the condom and was fully exhausted. I fell beside Meher.

She put her head on my chest and started sucking my manly nipples. When Meher was sucking my nipples and chest, Kiara pulled out my condom and prepared a 30 ml peg of rum mixed with my semen and her Mom’s love juices and forwarded the glass to us.

Both Meher and I sat on the bed, holding our drinks.

Me: Cheers to our new beginning!

We both drank the rum and kissed, exchanging the drink directly from our mouths. When we looked around, we saw that Aarav was already drained out. He slept on the sofa, and Kiara also felt sleepy. She left for her room, dragging Aarav with her and leaving us alone.

We both hugged each other and slept.

Hope you all liked the experience. Request all the readers to read my other experiences, already published on this wonderful platform. Please share your feedback at [email protected].

Thank you.

Once upon a time in a small town, I was happily married to my beautiful wife, Aisha. Our relationship was built on love and trust, and we enjoyed a comfortable life together. However, there was one thing I had to address: my stepdad, Rashid. He had been living alone for the past six years since my mother passed away, and I felt it was time for a visit.

Rashid was a strong, muscular man with a commanding presence. His dedication to fitness and his faith made him someone I admired deeply, yet there was an underlying tension about our meeting. Aisha and I decided to visit him one sunny Saturday afternoon, hoping to reconnect and bring some joy into his life.

As we arrived at Rashid’s house, I noticed how well he had maintained it. The garden was lush, and the smell of spices wafted through the air. Aisha greeted him warmly, her bright smile lighting up the room. Rashid’s eyes sparkled as he looked at her.

Throughout the visit, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and stories. But I could sense something brewing beneath the surface. As we sat down for dinner, Rashid’s gaze often lingered on Aisha’s large breasts. Her hot ass and juicy lips caught his attention, and I tried to dismiss it, attributing it to his loneliness and the charm of my wife.

Aisha said, “Father-in-law, you have a great mansion and a wonderful garden.”

Rashid replied, “I have much greater and more wonderful things than those, my daughter-in-law. Don’t call me that; just call me Rashid.”

Aisha responded, “Sure, Rashid, you have a great body that must be acknowledged. I guess you must have enjoyed your youth.”

Rashid laughed and said, “Yes, I did enjoy many women, but after I lost my wife, I couldn’t move on from that phase until now.”

Aisha asked, “Yes, I’ve heard about it, but what made you come out of that phase now?”

Rashid replied, “It’s you, my daughter-in-law. Your beauty is so magnificent that I have no words.”

Aisha said, “Oh, please, is it just my skin tone that attracts you?”

Rashid responded, “Your big, oozing boobs and hot, round ass make me feel like a young man.”

Aisha’s face turned red as they forgot I was still in the dining hall and continued to have romantic talks.

Meanwhile, it was night, and we went to sleep. Rashid showed us a room that looked almost similar to his but was on the different end of the corridor.

We went for a walk while Rashid went for a bath. From the garden, there was a telescope to look at the stars, and we went there to gaze at some. After some time, my wife was staring at different places in the mansion and stopped at Rashid’s room.

I asked, “What happened, Aisha? Why are you laughing? What are you staring at for so long?”

Aisha replied, “Your stepfather is quite a wild man; take a look at his room.”

I was shocked to see that there were pictures of Aisha on his TV, and he was masturbating his big, 9-inch cock.

I exclaimed, “Let me get this son of a bitch, and I’ll show him hell tonight!”

Aisha calmed me down, saying, “Hey, don’t do that. He’s your stepfather, and he hasn’t had any women touch him in the past six years, so I don’t think you should make trouble out of this.”

I argued, “But he’s fapping to your image!”

Aisha replied, “I get that; it’s okay. I’m just shocked that, even at the age of 55, he’s getting it hard, and it’s 9 inches big.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

Aisha explained, “What I mean is, look at his cock and yours. You can’t make your 4-inch sissy cock stay hard for 5 minutes, but that man is getting hard at the age of 55, and it’s fapping his bull cock. I wish he’d fuck me like a whore.”

I didn’t have anything to say as I just looked at her, naked. We went to our bedroom that night, and the bed was so soft and romantic that I wanted to have sex, so I pulled my clothes off.

Aisha said, “Anyway, it’s going to be 5 minutes, and I can sleep properly.”

We had sex, and she went to wash up. There was a common washroom in the corridor, and it was dark.

After half an hour, when Aisha hadn’t returned, I got worried and went looking for her.

I shouted, “Aisha, Aisha, where are you?”

I turned on the lights to find out that my wife was in Rashid’s bedroom, and he was fucking her in the missionary position.

I exclaimed, “What the hell are you doing?”

Aisha said, “Baby, I got lost, and I thought you were using the rubber cock to fuck me.”

Rashid laughed and said, “A rubber cock? Can’t he fuck you? He’s just like his sissy daddy. Let me show you what a real man is.”

He started pounding on my wife vigorously.

Aisha cried out, “Aaaaa, Rashid, please stop!”

I shouted, “You shameless bitch, you’re enjoying it and asking him to stop. What didn’t I do to keep you happy, you whore?”

Aisha’s ego got triggered, and she said, “You sissy bastard, you can’t fuck me and ask me what you didn’t do to keep me happy. Now I’m not going to tolerate it. Fuck me, Rashid, fuck me to the core. I’m all yours. Let the doors be open, and let him listen to how satisfying the woman sounds.”

Rashid started fucking her even faster.

Aisha moaned, “Ohh, yes, ohh, yes, Rashid, your cock is tearing me. Don’t stop.”

Rashid said, “It’s so wet, but I couldn’t get my complete cock in you.”

Aisha suggested, “Lay down, baby, I’ll take care of that.”

She took the cowgirl position and started riding on him. Before that, she said, “Hey, you cuck! Take this as a gift.”

And she threw the condom on my face.

Aisha tried to fit in the cock, but it was so big that it didn’t enter in the first go.

Aisha said, “Hey, you sissy, come and lick my bull cock so that it can get into me.”

Rashid forcefully caught my neck and pushed his dick into my mouth. I started choking on the cock, and they were ramping to the floor, and her moaning was echoing the walls of the corridor.

Rashid exclaimed, “Ohh, Aisha, my darling, you’re so soft and tight. It’s like I’m riding a teenager.”

Aisha said, “Yes, yes, Rashid, my husband’s cock never invaded the area that your cock goes to. I feel like this is my first night, and I’m being treated like a real woman.”

Rashid smacked my wife’s ass, and it turned red.

Rashid asked, “Who’s your daddy? Tell me.”

Aisha replied, “Aaaa, you are my daddy, aaaa.”

She increased her pace, and they hit the climax.

Rashid said, “I am about to cum. Get up and let me spill it out.”

Aisha looked straight into my eyes and said, “I don’t think I need to get up,” and curled her legs around his waist.

Aisha said, “I feel your thick, warm cum in me. Hey, sissy, would you like to taste some? Come lick this.”

I walked out, smacking the door.

The entire night, they went on banging the floor and the bed. This was my first day in the mansion, and I wasn’t sure what I had to experience for the next 6 days.

Hello friends, mein Ankit hu. Main 19 saal ka hu. Ye meri maa ke sath mere rishte ki kahani hai. Mere parivar ke baat kare to hum Maharashtrian hai, jisme mere alawa 5 members hai.

1. Meri dadi Shakuntala jinki age 78 years hai.

2. Mere papa Raj (55 years), ek company mein kaam karte hai.

3. Meri maa Anjali 50 years ki hai, jo ek khoobsurat housewife hai.

4. Meri behan Mayuri jiski age 28 years hai, uski shaadi 4 saal pehle hui thi.

5. Mere jija ji 30 years ke hai, Shubham, aur ek IT company mein kaam karta hai. Inke ek saal ke judwa bachhe hai, ek ladka aur ek ladki.

Aaiye pehle kahani ke background mein chale. Fir hum actual time mein aayenge. Meri baat kare to main ek company mein hu. Filhaal main apni bachpan ki dost Sakshi ko date kar raha hu, jo mere ghar ke saamne rehti hai.

Meri behan ne boyfriend se shaadi ki, jo uska college senior tha. Hum ek semi-bungalow mein rehte hai. Hamare paas ek hall, ek kitchen with dinning, pooja room, aur ek bedroom ground floor par hai. Jahan meri behan, hamari dadi, aur main raha karte hai.

Pehli manzil par do bedroom hai, jinme ek ka upyog mere maa papa karte hai. Iske alawa hamare ghar ke saamne chhota lawn hai, aur ek open terrace hai.

Now let’s get into the actual story. Ye sab mere junior college ke exams ke baad garmi ke chuttiyon mein shuru hua. Main shaam ko apni behan ke sath terrace par cricket khelta tha. Ek din jab main batting kar raha tha, to usne galti se ball mere lund par maar di.

Main dard se chillaya, aur mere maa papa hamari aur bhaage. Mere papa mujhe apne bedroom mein le gaye, aur meri jaanch ki. Ye itna gambhir maamla nahi tha, kyunki hum plastic ball se khel rahe the.

Mere papa ne meri maa ko mujhe shant karne aur kuch der meri side mein sone ko kaha. Bachpan ke baad bahut lambe samay ke baad main apni maa ke sath so raha tha. Mujhe abhi bhi yaad hai ki unhone pink colour ki saree pehni hui thi, jo shareer pe thodi fit thi. Main ro raha tha, aur meri maa mujhe apni god mein lekar mujhe shant kar rahi thi.

Do week ke baad mera result tha, main thoda ghabraya hua tha. Lekin na-jaane kyun jab maine apni maa ko mera result dekhne ke liye college jaane ke liye taiyaar dekha to main shant ho gaya. Unhone halke yellow colour wali flowers wali saree aur yellow colour ka sleeveless blouse pehna hua tha.

Unki twacha subah ki dhoop mein chamak rahi thi. Lips par skintone lipstick, yellow bindi, chhota mangalsutra, aur golden bangles ne baaki kaam poora kar diya. Baad mein hum mere college gaye. Maine dekha ki mere result ki bajaye mere teachers aur mere classmates ke maa-papa ka dhyan meri maa ko mila.

Maine 87% marks prapt kiye, aur meri maa bahut khush thi. Unhone mujhe mere classmates, teachers aur parents ke saamne mujhe gale lagaya. Mera sabse acha dost Nikhil bhi aapne papa ke sath wahin tha. Nikhil college mein first aaya tha. Maine aur meri maa ne usko congratulate kiya. Meri maa aur Nikhil ke papa next year coaching par baat kar rahe the.

Nikhil ne mujhe corner mein bulaya, aur mere kaan mein fusfusaya, “Jab time aur tumhari maa ek-doosre se gale mile, to maine tumhari pant mein ubhaar dekha tha”. Main chaunk gaya, aur sath hi mujhe sharam mehsoos hui.

Maine usko kuch nahi bola, aur apni maa ke sath ghar chala gaya. Meri maa ne shaam ko mera pasandida khaana banaya, aur hamne shaam ko parivar ke sath acha samay bitaya. Agli subha Nikhil mere ghar aaya.

Usne mere dadi ko pranam kiya, aur hum upar doosre bedroom mein chale gaye, jo mere maa-papa ke bedroom ki side main tha. Ye ek prakaar ka study room tha, jiska use zyadatar meri behan karti thi, aur charcha sabse pehle shuru hoti hai.

Nikhil: Tumhara kab tak khada tha? Kya tumhara baar-baar khada hota hai? Kyunki tumhare ghar mein do swarg ke dwar hai?

Ankit: Nahi, mujhe laga ki ye galat hai. Lekin jab main apni maa aur behan ko dekhta hu, to main apni bhavnao par niyantran nahi rakh paata.

Nikhil: Ye hamare adulthood ki shuruaat hai. Ye normal hai. Mere maa-papa doctor hai, aur wo mujhse is vishay par khul ke baat karte hai.

Ankit: Mujhe nahi pata. Mujhe lagta hai ki maa-papa ne na to mujhse, aur na hi meri behan se, is vishay par baat ki.

Nikhil: Ye theek hai. Chal ab baat karte hai.

Ankit: Main uncomfortable hu.

Nikhil: Theek hai, shuruaat mere se hogi. Main bhi apni maa aur apni chachi ko dekhte hue imagine karta hu ki wo raat mein mere sath naughty things kar rahe hai. Main hamari Marathi teacher Rashmi mam ko bhi imagine karta hu.

Ankit: Haa wo sundar hai.

Nikhil: Tum usme kya dekte ho? Unka chehra, lips, aankhen, ya unke boobs, ya nabhi?

Ankit: Tumne unki nabhi kabhi dekhi? Maine kabhi nahi dekhi.

Nikhil: Maine tumhe hamari maths teacher Sharda mam ko dekhte hue dekha. Ab mujhe bata wo maths mein ache marks kaise laaye?

Ankit: Topic change mat karo. Batao tumne Rashmi mam ki nabhi kabhi dekhi?

Nikhil: Maine waise hi dekha jaise tumne Sharda mam ki nabhi dekhi thi. Hahaha, wo sawli hai, lekin unki curvy body hai.

Ankit: Haw! Tumne bhi use dekha?

Nikhil: Main bhi tumhe dekhta hu, jab tum Sharda mam ko dekhte ho (Aur hum ek sath hasse).

Hamari baat-cheet ke beech maine apni behan ko chhat par tehalte hue dekha. Mujhe laga ki shayad usne hamari baat-cheet sun li hogi. Mujhe is baat ki chinta ho rahi thi ki kya wo maa-papa ko ye baat batayegi ya nahi? Apne maa-papa se pitayi ka darr tha mujhe. Main aur mera dost Nikhil fir play station khele.

Kuch der baad wo apne ghar chala gaya. Dopahar ko lunch ke baad main apni behan ke sath chess khel raha tha. 3-4 chaalon mein usne meri rani ko maar diya aur boli, “Miss you Shradha, ab tumhe kon bachayega?” Main apni behan ki ye baat sun kar hairan reh gaya. Ab mujhe pata hai ki wo Nikhil ke sath hui saari baat-cheet jaanti thi.

Ankit: Sorry didi.

Mayuri: Bilkul theek hai bhai. Don’t be sorry. Ye age hi hai jo hamse ye kaam karwati hai. (Ek lambe viram ke baad) Tum mujhme kya dekte ho?

Ankit: Nahi please nahi, main uncomfortable hu.

Mayuri ne achanak mujhe gale laga liya, aur mera chehra uske boobs ke paas tha. Main mehsoos kar raha tha uske dil ki dhadkan dhadak rahi thi. Kuch hi der mein usne mera lund apne hath mein pakad liya. Mujhe dard hua, aur sath hi mein bahut acha lag raha tha. Maine usko kass kar aapni baahon mein pakad liya, aur bistar par ek-doosre ke upar roll karne lage.

Maine uski gardan par chooma, to usne thoda sa moan kiya. Hum wahin ruk gaye, lekin ek-doosre ko baahon mein lekar kuch der ke liye so gaye. Raat ko khaana khaane ke baad main playstation khel raha tha. Meri behan aayi aur usne kaha-

Behan: Mujhe ghabrahat ho rahi hai.

Next day uska engineering entrance exam ka result aane wala tha. Maine ye keh kar uska dhyan bhatkaya, ki agar tum fail ho gayi to main tumhe kiss karunga, aur agar tum pass ho gayi to tum mujhe kiss karogi. Wo thoda sa hassi aur normal mehsoos kiya. Fir wo so gayi, aur main playstation khelta raha.

Agli subha main thodi der se utha. Lekin maine dekha ki ghar par har koi Mayuri ka result jaanne ke liye excited tha. Main taiyaar ho gaya, nashta kiya, aur Mayuri ke result ke liye subah 11:00 baje ka intezaar karne laga.

Aakhir-kaar result aa gaya, aur Mayuri ne 179/200 marks liye. Wo bahut khush thi. Unhone hamesha ki tarah dadi, maa, papa, aur bhagwan ka aashirwad liya. Wo mere paas aayi, aur khushi se mujhse lipat gayi. Maine uske kaan mein kaha-

Main: Ab tumhe mujhe kiss karna hoga.

Wo hassi aur mujhe chhodh kar chali gayi. Rishtedari ke phone aane shuru ho gaye, aur dekhte hi dekhte subha hone lagi. Shaam ko meri dadi ke door ke rishtedaro mein se ek hamare ghar aaye. Parivar ke kisi sadasya ko hospital mein bharti karaya gaya tha.

Wahan pehli baar tha jab main Shubham se mila, jo ab mera jija hai. Wahin maine dekha ki meri behan Mayuri bhi use dekh kar bahut khush ho rahi thi. Wo us samay engineering ki padhayi kar rahe the. Hamne saath mein khaana khaaya aur wo hospital ke liye nikal gaye.

Raat ko main apna Playstation khel raha tha, to Mayuri baat karne aayi. Usne darwaza band kar diya, aur atala laga diya. Fir usne mujhe khada kiya, mujhe kass kar gale lagaya, aur mere gaalon par chooma.

Mayuri: Khush baby?

Ankit: Main tumara bachha nahi hu. Main khush hu, magar santusht nahi hu.

Mayuri: To fir tum kya chaahte ho?

Ankit: Mujhe nahi pata ki ye sahi hai ya galat. Lekin main maa se pyaar karna chaahta hu, aur main chaahta hu ki wo mujhse pyaar kare.

Mayuri: Ye bilkul galat hai. Agar papa ko ye baat pata chali, to wo tumhe maarenge aur ghar se baahar nikaal denge.

Ankit: Mujhe pata hai. Ab kya kare? Kya tum aisa kar sakti ho, jo maa ke sath shareerik nahi hoga. Lekin meri aankhon ke liye acha hoga?

Mayuri: Theek hai, lekin tumhe mujhe usi engineering college mein admission dilwane mein madad karni hogi, jisme Shubham padhta hai. Main pichle do sall se uske sath phone call relationship mein hu. Jab main pichli baar apne gaon ke rishtedaro se milne gayi thi, to meri Shubham se mulaqaat ho gayi thi.

Ankit: He bhagwan! Tumne mujhse ye chhupaya kyun?

Mayuri: Ab rehne do, main tumhe kisi aur din bataungi. Chalo ek deal kare. Main tumhari maa ke kaam mein madad karungi, aur tum mere Shubham ke kaam mein madad karoge.

Ankit: Theek hai, aur kya shart? Kya tum maa ko wahin yellow flowers wali saree pehna sakti ho, jo unhone kal result waale din pehni thi? Nabhi se neeche, aur ho sake to without bra.

Mayuri: Main kar sakti hu. Bas unhe coffee ke liye paas ke cafe mein le chalo, aur Shubham ko bhi invite karo.

Ankit: Theek hai.

Hamne khushi ke maare ek-doosre ko gale lagaya, aur so gaye. Main poori raat maa ke baare main sochta raha ki wo kaise dikhti hogi, unki nabhi kaisi hogi. Kya unhe pata chalega ki hamne ye plan kiya? Mere mann mein tarah-tarah ke sawal aa rahe the. Main apni dream girl, apni maa Anjali ko dekhne ke liye agli subha ka besabri se intezaar kar raha tha.

Ye meri kahani ki shuruaat hai. Mujhe aasha hai ki aapne ab tak aanand liya hoga. Ye sab tab shuru hua, jab main junior college mein tha. Ab main 25 saal ka hu. Apni maa ke sath unki marzi se poorna sambandh mein hu, aur hum ek sath khush hai.

It was the dream which came to reality to have my mother, my first love, in my arms, kiss her, undress her, love her, explore her, and, of course, fuck her. But with her consent. It’s the complete journey, which I will share in parts. If you like the story, motivate me in the comments.

Main soch raha ki maine plan banakar apni behen Pooja ko apne bistar par nangi kar diya. Aur meri apni behen ke nange jism ko dekhne ki. Uski woh pink panty uske badan se bade pyar se uske badan se utar phekne ki meri tamanah puri hue.

Par plan toh Pooja ne banaya tha. Maine jo neend ki dawa usse pilane ki koshish ki thi usne kabhi woh dawa khai hi nahi. Woh jaanti thi main usse dawa khilakar ajj usse nanga karne wala tha. Usne mujhe drink mein dawa milate dekh liya tha.

Par fir bhi usne sone ki acting ki, aur jaan kar mujhe apne badan se ek ek kar apne saare kapde utarne diya.

Kitna maza aya apni behen ko apne haathon se nangi karne mein. Pooja bhi apne bhai ke haathon puri nangi hona chahti thi. Kass main pehle hi behen ki dil ki baat jaan jaata toh kabka apni choot mere naam kar chukki hoti.

Yeh baat jankar toh meri tadap aur bhaad chukki thi. Yeh jawani ki aag dono ke jism par barabar lagi thi. Mera maan toh khussi se jhum utha, ab toh meri saari fantasy puri karne ka mauka tha.

Pooja – Ab bata bhi do na bhaiya kya fantasy karni hai mere saath, bataoge nahi toh main apki fantasy puri kaise karungi.

Main – Itni bhi kya jaldi hai Pooja, Tumhe toh bade pyar se bade aaram se dhere dhere khaunga. Pheli tumhare is chikni choot ki ache se puja toh kar lun.

Pooja – Toh aao na bhaiya kha jao na mujhe, apki behen apse apni chudai karwane ke liye tayaar hai. Aao na akar mere in boobs ka rass pikar meri choot ki aag bhujha do na. Meri choot tadap rahi hai apke lund ke liye.

Behen ab bilkul bhi sharma nahi rahi thi, usse toh bass ab mujhse apni chudai karwani thi. Woh pith ke baal letkar apne pair phelakar mujhe apni choot dikhati hai. Aur haath lekar apne saar ke upar palang ko pakad leti hai. Jisse uski chuchiyan acche se main chusskar uska dood pi sakun.

Main – Haan Pooja, main aaj tumhari in rasili chuchiyan ka dood chuss chuss kar pura pi jayunga. Par yahan nahi Pooja, tumhari chudai aaj yahan nahi karunga. Tumhari pehli chudai main pura khulam khula karna chahta hun.

Main – Mera bahut maan hai Pooja, tumhe nangi apne goad mein uthakar chhat par lejakar tumhari chudai karun. Bolo chalogi na nangi hokar chhat par.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya le chalo na, mujhe toh soch kar hi kitna accha lag raha hai, apke goad mein puri nangi hokar chhat par jayungi. Aur apke naam apni ye jawani kar dungi. Pure khule assman ke niche meri jawani appar lootayungi. Ab daar kyun kaar rahe ho bhaiya le chalo na mujhe, mujhse aur sabar nahi hota.

Chaat par khuleam khulla chudai ki baat sun Pooja aur jyada betab ho uthi. Main jaise palang se utara woh mere badan se lipat gayi. Uski nangi chuchiyan mere badan se takarayi.

Main pagalon ki tarah usse bahoon mein bhar usse chaaro taraf chune laga, mera khada lund uski choot ko chat raha tha. Maine usse turant apne goad mein utha liya.

Main – Daar toh nahi lag raha Pooja, aaj pehli baar is room se nangi bahar ja rahi ho. Kisi ne dekh liya toh, Mummy papa ghar par hi hai.

Pooja – Daar ke age toh jeet hai na, jo hoga dekha jayega, waise bhi papa mummy apne kaam mein busy honge. Hum dono apne kaam mein lag jaate hai.

Main – Waah Pooja ek din mein itni besharam ho jayogi pata nahi tha.

Fir kya tha main apni nangi behan ko goad mein utha dheere dheere darwaja kholta hun. Pooja sharam se mere badan apna saar chupa leti Aur main usse sidiyon se dabe paon upar lejane lagta hun.

Main usse chhat ke bicho bich lejakar leta deta hun. Raat hone ke karan wahan pura andhera tha. Pooja wahin thandi zameen par machalti hui, apni choot ko aur chuchiyan ko masalti hui chhat par pade dhool mein lotpot ho rahi thi.

Durr dur par kuch light jaal rahi thi. Wahan kafi thand thi, aur humdono thand se kaanp rahe the. Par bass kuch deer ki baat thi. Main jaise hi uske paas jaata woh, mujhe haat phelkar apni aur bulati.

Pooja – Lo bhaiya dekho na main kaise puri nangi hokar chhat par padi hun. Aab aur kitna thadpaoge mujhe, mere jism par apne naam ki mohar laga do bhaiya, meri choot apne saathi ki raah dekh rahi hai. Ab dono ke milan mein aur daar maat karo.

Pooja – Main apke lund ko pure andar tak mehsos karna chahti hun. Aaao na bhaiya loot lo apni behen ki iss madmast jawani ka maza. Main aaj puri raat apke bahhon mein aisi nangi hokar rehna chahti hun.

Main – Haan Pooja, aaj puri raat yahin chhat par tumhari jamkar chudai karunga, par pehle tumhari ankhon par patti toh band don.

Aur aisa kehkar main usse uski pink panty deta hun. Pooja ke badan par baas uski woh pink panty thi woh bhi uske ankhon par thi. Akhon par patti bandhte hi woh aur machalne lagi. Main itne josh mein tha ki akhon par paati bandhe hue uski pink panty path gayi.

Pooja – Dukhi kyun ho rahe ho bhaiya mere pass ek aur pink panty hai. Apko meri yeh panty itni pasand hai kya. Waise bhi meri panty phati hai, aap toh aise dhukhi ho rahe ho jaise kisine apke samne meri choot phad di ho.

Behen ki yeh tadap dekh bhala main kabtak khud ko rok paata, Behen khuleam chhat par nangi padi thi, aur itne thand mein bhi humdono ka badan jawani ke josh mein jaal raha tha.

Fir kya tha, Main uske nange jism par toot pada. Main uski dono chuchiyon ko dabakar chhat par khuealm behen ki choot chaat raha tha. Behen buri tarah machal rahi thi. Main uske nipple ko haathon se sehlata hua, paglon ki tarah uski choot chat raha tha.

Maine uski choot ko kaata hua uski choot ko daanton se kaat raha tha. Woh siskiyan le rahi thi. Uski betab siskiyan mujhe aur josh dila rahi thi. Kuch deer mein hi uski choot ne pani chodd diya. Aur fir kya usne kaaskar mujhe apni bahoon mein jakad liya.

Humdono waise ho ek duser mein simat kar roll karte hue, chhat par ek jagah se dusre jagah par ja rahe the. Woh mere badan se aise lipat gayi thi ki hawa jane tak ki jagah nahi thi. Mera pura khada lund uski choot ko choo raha tha.

Kya nazara tha woh, aisa hassin nazaar dekh toh koi bhi madhosh ho sakta tha. Meri behen kaise mere badan mein pigal si jaa rahi thi. Ab uski choot ki thukai ka waqt aa chukka tha. Maine usse pith ke baal letaya, aur uski mast naram chuchiyan par toot pada.

Main jor jor se uski chuchiyan ko dabta hua uski nipple ko kaat raha tha. Main kabhi uski ek chuchi ko mumh mein lekar chusta toh kabhi dusre ko. Pooja ka badan toh jaise satvae asam mein ho. Uski ye tadap dekh mujhe bahut accha lag raha tha.

Meri itne dino ki pyass aaj main apni behen ki chudai se bujhane wala tha. Maine ab apna lund haath mein liya, aur jaise hi uski choot par mara toh woh uchal padi.

Pooja – Aaah. Bhaiyaaa. karo na jaldi, jaldi karo na please, daal do na usse pura. Main maar jayungi, please main bheek mangti hun. Please mujhe aur maat tadpao.

Kya hasin nazara tha, behen mujhse apni chudai ki bheek mang rahi thi. Maine ane lund par thook lagaya aur, uski choot par marta huha, dheere dheere uski choot mein dalne laga.

Usne jor se mujhe pakad liya, aur woh mere badan par apne nakun gadane lagi. Maine jaise jaise uski choot mein jhatke dena chalu kiya, woh aur betab hokar mujhe katne lagi.

Pooja – Bhaiya, aah, yeh kaisa daard hai bhaiya, kitna pyarra dard hai.

Aur phri kya tha, ek jhatke mein mera pura lund uski choot mein tha. Isse pehle ki woh chikhti, maine uska munh haath se daba diya. Mera pura lund meri behen ki choot mein tha. Pehle toh behen ko thoda dard hua par fir woh apni chudai ka maza lene lagi.

Pooja – Bhaiya aur jor se karo, jor jor se karo na, main toh apki randi behen hun na, meri randi ki tarah chudai karo na. Apki rasmalai ko pura chat kao na aaj

Aur fir main jor se jor se jhatke deta hua behen ki chudai karne laga.

Pooja – Dekho na bhaiya yeh kaise awaz kar raha hai. Kitne andar tak ja raha hai yeh. Uff.

Humdono ne ek dusre ko aise jakad rakha tha, aise ke humdono ka badan ek dusre mein sana hua ho. Main uske pair ko khande par rakha aur fir aur jaise hi apna lund fir se Pooja ki choot mein data, woh sihar uthi.

Pooja – Waah yeh pose toh bahut accha hai Aise hi karte jao na.

Aur fir main uske jhangon ko pakad usse chodne laga, behen ko khuleam chodne ki baat soch kar hi main aur josh mein aa gyaa, aur fir jaise hi main jhadne wala tha, Pooja ne jor se mujhe pakad liya.

Pooja – Daro maat bhaiya, maine pills le rakhi hai, apna sara pani aaj andar hi nikal do na.

Aur fir kya maine aise hi kiya, mera sara pana uske choot ke andar hi chod diya, Mera garam muth jaise hi uske choot ke andar gaya, woh aur tadap uthi. Aur mujhe dantton se katne lagi. Usne mujhe nakhun se aise nocha ki mujhe apne andar hi simat jayegi.

Pooja – Kitna garam garam hai apka pani. Kitna accha ehas hai bhaiya, thanks mujhe itna special banane ke liya.

Main – Thanks toh mujhe bolna chahiye, tumne aaj mujhe apna saabse kimti chiz de di hai.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya aaj se mera sara kuch apka hai, par ab meri baari hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh mujhe leta deti hai, mera lund fir se khada tha, Woh mere upar aati hai, maze se apne lund ko le choot par rakh deti hai. Baki kaam toh lund ne khud kar liya tha. Pooja maze se mere lund par kud rahi thi.

Maine ab uski boobs ko chuss chuss kar usse anpe lund par kuda raha tha. Woh sabkuch bhula kar jor jor se mere lund par kud rahi thi.

Aur fir kya tha humdono ne ek saath jhaad gaye. Woh aihas bata pana muskil hai. Main uski dono chuchiyon ko pakad kar daba raha tha, aur woh moan karti hui apni gili choot ko lund ke upar loota rahi thi.

Hum 1 ghante tak aise hi chudai karte hai, humdono kai baar jhadd cukke the. Maine apni behen ko badan ko icecream hi tarah chhat chhat ka khaya tha.

Pooja ko ab maine goad mein bitha liya, aur main usse bethakar chodne laga.

Main – Dekho Pooja bachpan mein jaise tumhe goad mein khilata tha, aaj waise hi khila raha hun, bass tumhare badan par kapde nahi hai.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya, ab toh main roz apke goad mein khelungi. Apne itni badi khussi di hai.

Main – Chalo Pooja niche chalte hai, Jyada daar yahan rahe toh thand lag jayegi.

Pooja – Haan par mere maan nahi kar raha hai jane ke liye, mere badan kaise dhull lag gayi hai, Chalo na bhhaiya humodno bath tub mein yahin par nahate hai chhat par. jaise bachpan mein aap mujhe nehlate the, waise hi aaj iss bathtub mein apne haathon se mujhe nehlado na.

Main – Uff Pooja main toh kabse tumhare saath nahana chahta tha, tumhe ane haathon se nehalane ke liye toh taras raha hun. Par kabhi tumne mujhe bathroom mein bulaya hi nahi.

Pooja – galti ho gayi bhiaya, mujhe nahi malum tha ki aap bhi apni behen se itna pyar karna chahte hun, Par lo ab uski bharpayi mar kar deti hun, aaj se roz aa hi mujhe nehlaoge apne haathon se.

Fir kya tha main uski bathtub nikalta hun, aur uske garam pani bhaar deta hun. Apni behen ko goad mein utha bathtub mein daal deta hun. Pooja ke khussi ka thikana nahi tha. Woh bathtub mein bethkar, majje se apne haathon se pani udakar mujhe bighane lagti hai.

Pooja ka pura badan bheeg chukka tha. Usne nange bheege badan ko dekh mujhe fir se uski chudai karne ka maan karne lagaa.

Pooja – Aoo na bhaiya mujhe nehla do na.

Main bhi ab bathtub mein aa gaya, aur apni behen ko fir se apni lund par betha diya. Main usse lund par kudata hua, uske badan se paani chhat chhat kar pinee laga. Pooja puri tarah madhosh ho rahi thi. Humdono kaise khuleaam chhat par naha rahe the.

Main usse choddte hue ab uske badan par saabun lagane laga. Uski dono chuchiyan par bade pyar se saabun lagata. Uski gore badan par haar jagah sabun lagata.

Woh bhi aise hi karte, mere lund ko itne pyar se sehlate hue sabun lagati. Aur fir kya dono haathon se sehlate hue mujhe bath tub mein letakar mere lund ko jor jor se chusti.

Meri nangi behen ko gila badan aur upar se mere lund par uske hootn ki chuan. Uff kya lund chuss rahi thi woh, kya nazara tha woh. Kuch dder aise chusne ke baad maine fir se uske upar apna muth gira diya. Uske badan par fir se chara taraf mere muth laga tha.

Main ab pipe lekar uspar pani dalne laga, aur woh chhat par idhar udhar bhagne lagi. Main ab usse daudakar chhat par hi usse pipe se bhigane laga. Woh nachti phudakti nangi chhat par daud rahi thi.

Mere muth ko apne badan par chaaro taraf masal kar laga rahi thi.

Pooja – Apke pyar ke rass ko mere badan par rehne do na bhaiya, mujhe bahut accha lag raha hai.

Par main uski nanhi sunta, ab main pipe ko aise set karta ki jaise chhat par baarish ho rahi ho. Aur ab Pooja ko dauda kar pakadne lagta.

Main usse pakad kar pipe se girte pani ke pass le aata. Humdon ab uss baarish mein bigne lagte hai. Maine toh sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki kabhi apni hi behen ke saath chhat par nange hokar nahayunga. Maine usse diwar se sata diya aur uski chuchiyon ko dabata hua, uski choot par girte paani ko chaatne laga.

Uske gile choot ko chaate hi woh buri tarah machalne lagi. Akhir pani mein bigte hue uski choot ko koi chhat raha tha. Main usse ghumakar ab uski pith ko chaatta, toh kabhi uski kamar se hota hua uski masst gori jhangon ko. Toh tadapti rehti, mujhe usse tadpane mein bahut maza aa raha tha.

Fir kya main ab usse goaad mein utha leta hun. Aur woh mere khadhe par haath rakhkar mere lund par khud rahi thi. Chaat par khuleam bighte hue apni behen ko apni lund par kuda kuda kar main chod raha tha.

Main – Dekho na humdono kaise khuleaam shower sex ka maza le rahe hai. Yeh toh meri kitni badi fantasy thi Pooja, aaj tumhare karan puri ho gayi.

Main – Par ab jaldi challo kahi papa mummy pani ki awaz sunkar upar aa gaye toh hum gaye.

Pooja ka dil toh nahi kar raha tha jane ka, par meri baat maankar woh jane ke liye maan jaati hai.

Main – Udaas maat ho Pooja. Tum baas dekhti jao, main kahan kahan tumhe nanga karta hun. Tumne sapne mein bhi nahi socha hoga ki kabhi wahan par tum nangi hogi.

Pooja – Haan, Jayungi bhaiya, jahan aap apni behen ko nangi hone ko kahoge wahan apki ye behen apni izat utarkar phekdegi.

Main – Ab chalo bhi.

Pooja – Main jaise ayi thi waise hi jayungi na, App mujhe nangi goad mein uthakar laye the na, toh niche bhi apke goad mein hi jayungi.

Kya baat tha, apni nangi behen ke bheege nange badan ko apne goad mein uthakar main niche le jaata hun. Usse room mein main jaise lekar jaata hun woh apne haath upar utharkar murti ki tarah khadhi ho jaati hai. Aur main uske badan ko poch kar usse sukha deta hun.

Main – Kya irada hai Pooja, aaj sona nahi hai kya.

Pooja – Nahi bhaiya mujhe toh neend hi nahi aa rahi hai, mera maan toh kaar raha hai apke lund par bass apni choot ko gussa uspar khudti hi rahoon. Yeh kaisa nasha laga diya bhaiya apne.

Main – Aao na tumhe apne haathon se kapde pehna deta hun. So jao, main kaun sa bhaaga ja raha hun, Ab toh roz iss lund ki sawari ka mauka milega tumhe.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya, ab toh main roz iss lund ki swari karungi, roz apke bistar par apki ye behen apse chudegi, roz apki raaten rangin karungi. Ghar ke bahar apki behen bankar aur ghaar par apki biwi bankar rahegi apki ye behen.

Main usse jaise hi uski pink panty pehnata hun, woh usse utar phekti hai.

Pooja – Nahi bhaiya aaj mein kapdo ko haath tak nahi lagayungi. Aaj raat main aise hi nangi hokar apki bistar par apke saath lipat kar soyungi

Inti chudai ke baad bhi mera lund apni behen ki choot ke liye bekara tha, main jaise hi pith ke baal leta mera lund pura khada ho gaya, aur behen uchal ka laar tapkate hue, sach much ek randi ki tarah mere lund par aa bethi. Mera lund uski choot ki gehrayi naap raha tha.

Usne mujhe jor se gale laga liya. Uski nangi chuchiyan mere chaati par aise touch ho rahi thi. Maine bhi usse kash kar pakad liya.

Pooja – Apne kaha tha mujhe porn dikyaoge. Chaalo na dono milkar porn dekhte hai. Mujhe bhi shower sex wali video dikhao na.

Main – Waah Pooja majja ayega tumhare saath porn dekhne mein.

Fir kya maine mobile mein woh shower sex wali porn laga diya, meri behen nangi hokar mujhse lipatkar porn dekhne lagi. Woh nangi merei bahoon mein mere lund ko sehlate hue porn dekh rahi thi.

Humdono kabhi ek dusre ko dekhte, aur kabhi porn mein unhe chudai karte. Hum dono bahut deer tak aise hi bahut se porn dekhte hai. Aur aise dekhte dekhte humari aakh lag jaati hai. Dono ek dusre mein lipat kar wahan so gaye the.

Toh iss tarah meri behen ko pehli baar maine choda tha. Age age dekho hota hai kya.

In the bustling heart of Mumbai, the air smelled of spices and the sound of honking rickshaws. There was a man named Vikram. He was a man of few words. But those who knew him well understood the depth of his gaze and the strength in his silence.

His day job was that of a software engineer. But the night was when he came alive, donning a different hat or mask. Vikram was a master in the art of BDSM, a world he had discovered in the shadows of the internet. He had grown to embrace with an all-consuming passion.

His apartment, located in a nondescript building, was his sanctum. It was a place where he meticulously curated an environment that mirrored his desires. The walls were adorned with shades of black and red. The faint scent of leather and metal hung in the air.

His playroom was his masterpiece. It was a space where he could orchestrate scenes of power exchange and sensual domination.

One evening, a soft knock echoed through the corridor of the building. It was Nina, a young woman with a fiery spirit and a curiosity that had led her to Vikram’s door. She had stumbled upon his profile in an online community. She had felt an instant connection to the intensity of his words.

Her heart pounded as she waited for the door to open. Her palms are sweaty, and her knees are trembling slightly. “Welcome, Nina,” he said, his voice low and steady as he opened the door. He stepped aside, revealing his muscular frame clad in black.

His eyes, dark as the night, studied her with an unnerving focus. She felt a shiver run down her spine. But it wasn’t from fear but from a thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time. She knew she was about to embark on a journey that would change her forever.

Nina stepped into the apartment, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor. The walls, lined with bookshelves, spoke of a mind that craved knowledge as much as the body craved pleasure. She noticed a subtle smile playing on his lips. He closed the door behind her, the finality of the action sending a jolt through her body.

He led her into the playroom, and she gasped at the sight before her. The walls were indeed a canvas of dark desires—leather cuffs, whips, and chains hanging from them like trophies of past conquests. The air was thick with anticipation.

And she could feel her pulse quickening. “You’re certain about this?” he asked, his gaze unwavering. Nina nodded, whispering, “Yes, I am.”

Vikram’s hand was firm as he guided her to the centre of the room, where a St. Andrew’s Cross stood tall. He secured her wrists and ankles with the soft yet unyielding leather cuffs. As she felt the cold metal bite her skin, she knew there was no turning back.

Her heart raced excitedly, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel the energy between them, a palpable force that grew stronger every moment. He stepped away, giving her a chance to survey her surroundings—to take in the gravity of the situation.

The room was dimly lit with candles, their flickering shadows dancing across the walls. The only sound was the steady tick of a clock at a distance. Counting down to the moment when their roles would be fully realized.

The soft rustle broke the silence of fabric as he approached her again, this time with a blindfold in hand. “Ready?” he murmured. Nina took a deep breath and nodded. Closing her eyes, he placed the soft material over them, plunging her into darkness.

She felt him move closer, his warmth surrounding her, his scent—a mix of sandalwood and something faintly wild—filling her nose.

“From this moment, you are mine to command,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble. “Your pleasure will be my priority, but your obedience is non-negotiable.” Nina felt a rush of wetness between her legs as she whispered, “I understand, Sir.”

The sound of a zipper being lowered made her heart skip a beat. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her exposed skin as he removed her clothes piece by piece. Each touch was a promise of what was to come, a promise that had her body begging for more.

“You are beautiful,” he said, his voice a warm caress against her skin. “Your body is a canvas, and I am the artist.” His fingers traced her body’s contours, leaving a fire trail in their wake. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, eager to please him, to be the submissive he sought.

He stepped away again, leaving her naked and bound, her senses heightened. The anticipation grew, the silence stretching taut like a bowstring ready to snap. She could hear his footsteps, the soft clink of metal as he selected his first tool. She had no idea what it was, and the thought sent a delicious shiver through her.

The first touch was a feather, light as a whisper against her skin. It danced across her body, teasing and tickling, leaving a path of goosebumps. She squirmed, trying to guess where the next sensation would come from. But the feather was replaced with something firm—cool leather pressing into her skin.

The sensation was a stark contrast to the gentle tickle she’d been experiencing.

“Remember, Nina, your safe word is ‘saffron’. Use it if you need to,” he reminded her, his voice a gentle command. The leather danced over her flesh, painting patterns of pleasure and pain, the sting leaving a trail of heat that grew with each stroke. She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak.

The sound of his belt being unbuckled sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body. She knew what was coming and had read about it in the countless forums and books she’d devoured. But knowing and experiencing were two different things. The first strike was like a bolt of lightning—sharp and electric.

She gasped, the pain flaring briefly before morphing into a warm glow that spread through her body. With each subsequent strike, the intensity grew, the pain becoming a crescendo of sensation that made her body tighten and quiver. Yet, she didn’t call out her safe word.

Instead, she leaned into it, her body arching against the restraints, seeking more of the exquisite agony he was giving her. She could feel her nipples harden, her sex grow wetter. Her body betrayed the thrill she felt.

Vikram’s eyes never left hers, even though she couldn’t see him. He watched her reactions, reading her body like a map, navigating the terrain of her pain threshold with expert precision. His strokes grew more deliberate. Each one timed to coincide with her breath.

Nina felt her mind begin to unravel, the outside world fading away. All she knew was the rhythm of his belt and the sound of their shared breaths. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body enveloping her. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent against her thigh.

His hand reached up to caress her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Good girl,” he murmured, and she felt pride at his praise. His other hand trailed down her body, teasing the sensitive skin of her stomach before sliding into the slickness between her legs.

Her body jerked at the contact, a silent plea for more. He chuckled, the sound sending waves of heat through her. His fingers began to explore her, pressing and circling until she was panting for release. The pain of the belt had transformed into a sweet ache, melding with the pleasure building within her.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, her voice strained with need. “I want… I need…”

“What do you need, my pet?” he asked, tone low and coaxing.

Nina’s breath hitched in her throat. “I need…I need you to touch me more,” she managed to say, her voice trembling with desire.

Leesha was a curious and adventurous soul. She embarked on the mundane task of cleaning her house on the occasion of Makar Sankranti, a famous festival in Karnataka. She was unaware that this day would forever change her perception of her esteemed father-in-law, Mr Dileep.

As she ventured into the storeroom, a hidden treasure awaited her discovery. The room was filled with old boxes and forgotten memories. It seemed to hold a particular allure for Leesha. Among the piles of stored items, a leather-bound diary caught her attention.

Its cover, slightly worn, hinted at the secrets it held within. This diary belonged to Mr Dileep, a retired Navy officer and the epitome of respect in their small Coorg community.

Leesha, intrigued by the mysterious book, sat on an old chair, brushing away the dust. As she opened the diary, a faint scent of aged paper and ink tickled her senses. The first page revealed a side of Dileep that no one had ever imagined.

“My name is Dileep, and I am a man of desires,” the entry began. Leesha’s eyes widened. She delved deeper into the words of this respected elder. A man she had always known as a philanthropist and a mentor to many. But the diary painted a different picture, one of a dominant and unapologetic womanizer.

Dileep’s words were raw and unfiltered, vividly describing his encounters with women. He wrote about his insatiable appetite for control. The pleasure he derived from dominating and humiliating his partners. Each page was a testament to his dark desires, a stark contrast to the man she knew.

“That summer day, when I was in my prime, I met a young woman, a friend of my daughter’s. She was a beauty with eyes that could seduce any man. But I, being the master of my desires, saw her as more than a pretty face.” Leesha’s heart raced as she read further. Her curiosity turned into a simmering heat.

The diary vividly describes the encounter from Dileep’s perspective. He recalled the day he met this woman, now a dean at a top medical college in Bangalore.

“She approached me with a shy smile, unaware of the fire she ignited within me. I could sense her innocence, but I was determined to be the one to take it away. ‘My dear, you must be my daughter’s friend. I’ve heard so much about you,’ I said, my voice laced with a charm I knew she couldn’t resist.”

Dileep’s words, as written in the diary, were a powerful seduction. He continued, “I invited her for a private tour of the estate, and as we walked, I could feel her eyes on me. I played the role of the gentleman, but my mind was plotting her surrender.”

They strolled through the lush coffee plantations, the sun warming their skin. In his diary, Dileep described how he strategically led her to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. “I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me too. It was time to unleash my true nature.”

“We stopped under a large oak tree, and I turned to face her. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, reflected curiosity and desire. Without a word, I pulled her close, my hands firmly grasping her waist. She gasped, but I silenced her with a kiss. My lips claimed hers, and I tasted her surprise and growing hunger.”

Leesha’s breath quickened as she imagined the scene, feeling the intensity of Dileep’s passion.

The diary continued, “I pushed her against the tree, my body pinning hers. She was soft and yielding, her breath coming in short gasps. I whispered in her ear, ‘You’re going to please me, my little pet.’ I could feel her body tremble at my words.”

Dileep’s dominant nature was on full display as he recounted his actions. “I guided her hand to my hardening cock, and she wrapped her delicate fingers around it. I taught her how to stroke me, whispering instructions that turned her cheeks crimson. Her touch was hesitant at first, but soon she was stroking me with a fervour that pleased me immensely.”

“Kneel before me,” I commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation. Her submission was a drug, and I was addicted. As she knelt, her eyes locked on mine. I unzipped my pants, revealing my throbbing manhood. ‘Suck me,’ I ordered, my voice hoarse with desire. She leaned forward, full lips parting, and took me into her warm mouth.”

Leesha’s hands trembled as she read, her lips parting in anticipation. The diary’s graphic description of the oral pleasure that followed was enough to make her wet with desire.

“She was a natural, taking me deep, her tongue swirling around my length. I held her head, guiding her rhythm, and she moaned around my cock, the vibrations driving me wild. I could feel my control slipping as my hips thrust forward, fucking her mouth with abandon.”

Dileep’s words became more intense, revealing his raw lust. “I wanted to mark her, to claim her as mine. I pulled her hair gently, controlling the pace, and she responded with a hunger that matched my own. Her mouth was a wet paradise, and I was on the brink of ecstasy.”

“I held her there, my cock buried in her throat, as my climax approached. ‘Swallow it all, my pet,’ I growled, and she did as she was told. Her throat constricted around me, and I exploded, filling her mouth with my hot seed. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a rush of power that only a dominant man could understand.”

Leesha’s heart was pounding, her body flushed with arousal. She had never imagined her father-in-law in such a scenario, and the revelation was shocking and exhilarating. Just as she turned the page, eager to uncover more secrets, her son’s voice interrupted her.

“Mom, I’m heading home early today!” he called out from the front yard. Leesha, startled, quickly closed the diary, her cheeks flushed. She hid it away, knowing she had to resume her duties as a mother, but her mind was already planning her return to this forbidden book.

As the evening approached, Leesha became restless, her thoughts drifting back to the diary. She knew she had to continue reading to uncover more of Dileep’s hidden life. Little did she know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would awaken desires she never knew existed.

Leesha stood on the terrace, the cold night air whipping her hair as she gazed at the city lights below. It was past 10 pm, and the house was quiet, allowing her to indulge in her newfound secret—Mr Dileep’s diary. She had stumbled upon it earlier that day, hidden away in his study, and now she couldn’t put it down.

The pages were filled with tales of his sexual exploits, each word more tantalizing than the last. Taking a deep drag from her cigarette, she let the smoke curl from her lips as she continued reading. Her heart was racing with anticipation.

The second page revealed a steamy encounter. Leesha’s eyes widened as she imagined the scenes unfolding before her. Mr Dileep described a passionate night with a young woman in the diary. He had just received a mind-blowing blowjob, and now it was his turn to pleasure her.

With a devilish smile, he wrote about how he gently caressed her breasts. His fingers teased the hardened peaks. The woman, a shy beauty, blushed at his touch, but her eyes betrayed her desire.

“Shall we continue further?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive growl.

The woman, overcome with lust, could only nod, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

Leesha’s breath quickened as she pictured the scene. She could almost feel the woman’s soft skin under her fingertips, the weight of her breasts in her hands. The diary’s graphic details were like a potent aphrodisiac, stirring a deep hunger within her.

In the story, Mr Dileep guided the woman to a secluded cottage deep within an estate. The place was his secret sanctuary, a private haven for his carnal pleasures. As they stepped inside, the woman’s nervousness melted away, replaced by a burning curiosity.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice laced with authority.

Obediently, she began to undress, revealing her slender body, her skin glowing in the soft light. Mr Dileep’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her naked form. He pulled her close, his lips claiming hers in a tender and demanding kiss.

Leesha’s heart pounded as she read, her lips parting in a silent echo of the kiss. She could taste the cigarette smoke on her tongue, mingling with the flavour of desire.

The diary’s narrative continued, describing how Mr Dileep gently pushed the woman onto the bed. His fingers traced her curves. He kissed her neck, sucking gently on her sensitive skin, making her arch her back in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Let me make you feel good.”

His fingers found her core, and he slowly slid them inside her tight channel. The woman gasped, her body trembling as she experienced a new kind of pleasure. She was a virgin, but her desire for him overpowered any hesitation.

Leesha’s hand unconsciously drifted to her breast, her nipple hardening under her touch. She imagined Mr Dileep’s hands on her body, his fingers exploring her most intimate places. The diary’s explicit nature contrasted with her life, and she craved more.

As Mr Dileep’s fingers worked magic, the woman’s moans filled the cottage. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what would come. Her wetness glistened in the dim light, a testament to her arousal.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. “But I’m going to make you feel so much more.”

With that, he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly thrust forward, filling her with his length. The woman cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he began to move, his rhythm steady and deliberate.

Leesha’s hand moved lower, her fingers slipping under her skirt, seeking relief from the growing heat between her thighs. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she imagined Mr Dileep’s powerful body moving against her. His thick cock claimed her virginity.

The diary’s description was vivid, detailing the woman’s reactions as Mr Dileep fucked her with increasing intensity. Her screams echoed through the cottage, a testament to their raw passion.

“I’m going to cum,” she panted, her body tensing.

Mr Dileep pulled out just in time, his hot seed spilling onto her belly, marking her as his. The sight of his release sent her over the edge, and she climaxed, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Leesha’s fingers worked feverishly, her orgasm building as she read. She bit down on her cigarette filter, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagined the climax, the release of tension.

In the aftermath, the woman lay atop Mr Dileep, her body spent but satisfied. She kissed him tenderly, her hands roaming over his chest, exploring every inch of his muscular frame.

Leesha’s breath came in short gasps as she visualized the scene, her fingers moving in rhythm with her imagination. She could almost feel the woman’s lips on her chest, the gentle bite of teeth on sensitive skin.

The woman’s hands wandered lower, and she grasped his hardening length, stroking it gently. Mr Dileep groaned, his body responding to her touch. She positioned herself above him, ready to take control.

Leesha’s eyes widened as she read, her body aching for release. She imagined herself in the woman’s place, straddling Mr Dileep, feeling his hardness against her core.

As the woman began to ride him, Mr Dileep reached down, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them against her tight asshole. She froze momentarily, surprised by the sensation, but the pleasure was undeniable.

Leesha’s eyes darted around the terrace, ensuring they were still alone. Her heart raced as she imagined the taboo act, her body tingling with anticipation.

The woman relaxed, surrendering to the new sensation, and continued to ride him, her pace slow and controlled. Mr Dileep’s eyes were fixed on her, burning with desire as he watched her take pleasure from his body.

Leesha’s fingers quickened their pace, her body close to the edge. She imagined herself in that cottage, her ass stretched around Mr Dileep’s thick cock, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her.

With a final, desperate thrust, the woman cried out, her body shuddering as she climaxed. Mr Dileep followed, his seed filling her ass, their bodies connected most intimately.

Leesha’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching as she came, her cigarette falling from her fingers. She cried out, her voice carrying on the night wind, a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

As she recovered, Leesha realized she had smoked three cigarettes, the butts lying forgotten on the terrace floor. She felt a sense of liberation and excitement she had never known before. The diary had opened the door to a world of erotic possibilities, and she couldn’t wait to explore it further.

With a final glance at the city below, she locked the diary away, her mind already spinning with thoughts of what secrets lay on the next page. Mr Dileep’s dark desires had ignited a fire within her. She was eager to discover just how far this journey would take her.

The night air cooled her flushed skin, but the heat between her thighs remained, a constant reminder of the passion that had been awakened within her. Leesha knew this was just the beginning. She couldn’t wait to see what the future held in the diary and her own life.

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Three of my friends from Bangalore visited Ooty after Ramzan. Since Ooty was crowded, they couldn’t find any good room. So, they called me and told me to book 2 rooms for them. I somehow managed to find good rooms for them. Then they told me to come over and party with them. Initially, I was not interested in partying with them because I don’t do booze. But somehow, I went to visit them during the evening.

When I went there, they were all boozing. Everyone was happy to see me after years and we all started talking and enjoying ourselves. Then, out of nowhere, I got a call from my dad, so I had to go out and talk to him. Since the music inside the room was so loud, I went out to the terrace and spoke to my dad. That was when I saw this strange lady who was also talking to someone on the phone. I just noticed her and was explaining the situation to my dad. I lit a cigarette and was done with my call.

Suddenly, she approached me and asked for a smoke. I gave her a new cigarette.

She said: No, let’s share the cigarette.

I gave her the cigarette which I lit. She then started to ask about me such as what I was doing, and where I was from, etc. I asked her the same things and that was when I came to know that she was a mallu and her name was Sreeja. She had come with her sister, her sister’s husband, and her kid, who was 2 years old. She also told me that she was talking to her husband who was in Dubai.

After the smoke, she asked me to light one more cigarette and give it to her, as she had not smoked in years. Then I lit the cigarette and gave it to her. I was about to leave and that was when she asked me to stay for a little bit longer, as she felt she was a third wheel in between her sister and her husband. Then we spoke for some time.

After that, she asked me to accompany her to her room, to which I said, “I am here with my friends.” Then, out of nowhere, she gave me her number and told me to call her when I was done partying, as she wanted to go out, but she knew nobody there. She thought I was a gentleman and felt comfortable talking to me.

After that, I went to the room and gave my friends company. The time was 8 pm. I told them I was leaving and called Sreeja and told her-

Me: I am out and leaving.

Sreeja told me to wait on the terrace until her sister was in her room. So I went to the terrace and waited for her to come. Then I lit a cigarette. She came after 15 minutes and told me –

She: Sorry for making you wait so long. I am ready to go out.

She said her son was sleeping and told me: Let’s go, and come fast.

She wanted to buy chocolates and tea dust. I took my vehicle, went to Moody’s, and got some chocolates and a few snacks for her kid. From nearby, we purchased tea dust also. The time was almost 9:30 pm.

She said: Let’s go back.

But she needed to buy a tablet for her, as she had a headache. So I stopped at a medical shop for her to buy the things she needed. After that, we headed back to the cottage. While going back, she kept her hands on my thigh and sometimes on my hands. I knew what she wanted, but I decided to play along.

We reached the cottage, I dropped her and told her I was leaving. The married mallu woman then invited me to her room as she felt lonely. I knew where this was heading and went with her to her room. Then we spoke about random things.

After some time, she told me she felt lonely all the time as her husband was in Dubai. She didn’t have anybody for her needs, so she directly asked me if I was up to having sex with her! I told her that I knew this was gonna happen when she touched my thigh and hands and directly went to smooch her.

We were kissing for almost 5 minutes and then she removed her salwar. She was just in her bra and panty. Then she started to remove my clothes and I was just in my boxers.

She removed my boxers and gave me a wonderful blowjob for some time. I was pressing her boobs over her bra. Then I cummed inside the mallu woman’s mouth.

I knew it was my turn to return the favor. I removed her bra and started to suck her south Indian boobs for a long time, as I am a boob guy. After that, I removed her panty and licked her pussy. It was already wet, so I had to wipe all her juice in her panty. I started to lick for some time. Meanwhile, she was having the time of her life as she was enjoying herself well. She was moaning and pressing my head over her pussy, signaling me to lick hard. Suddenly, she cummed all over my face and was laughing.

Then she told me to lie down and started to blow me again. After that, she took off the condom from her wallet. Then I asked –

Me: Is this the tablet you wanted to buy?

Sreeja laughed and said she gave me a lot of signals, but me being dumb, didn’t understand and hence she bought it. She said she was planning to seduce me in the car itself if I had resisted coming to her room, but fortunately, I went with her.

After that, the mallu woman put a condom on my dick and started riding on my dick. She was moaning in ecstasy. After some time, I could feel her pussy walls tighten up. I knew she was gonna cum, so she started to ride fast, and finally, she cummed.

After that, I made her lay and inserted my dick in her pussy, and we started fuck in missionary. Sreeja was moaning and telling me to suck her boobs simultaneously. I did that and kept fucking her for some time. Then I cummed in the condom.

The she told me to take rest as she wanted to have sex one more time. We slept naked for some time.

After an hour, she woke me up and asked me if I was ready for one more round. I happily agreed to it and started to kiss her. I sucked her boobs for some time. She wanted to suck my dick, so we shifted to the 69 position. Now I was licking her pussy, and she was sucking my cock. She was constantly moaning and leaking all over my face again. I was happy to lick her juice, and then she wanted me to fuck her without a condom. This time, I was a bit hesitant at first, but then I agreed to it.

This time, we started to fuck in doggy style and we kept on fucking like there was no tomorrow. Her moans were loud, so I had to close her mouth while fucking her.

Then she said she wanted to ride me again. She placed my dick on her pussy and sat on it. Soon, she started to ride and kiss me in between. She kept her boobs over my mouth for me to suck and we kept fucking for almost 15 minutes. Since this was the 2nd round, I didn’t cum fast.

Then we started to fuck in missionary again and her moans became louder again. So I had to kiss her.

Within 10 minutes, I was about to cum. She told me cum inside her. I asked what if she became pregnant because. She said she had already bought tablets for that. I was happy to hear that and cummed inside her pussy. Now we both were exhausted.

After that, I told her I was leaving. She told me they were staying there for 3 days, so she told me she would call me the next day evening so that we could have sex again, and that’s for another part.

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Ye baat kuch dino pehle ki Holi ke baad ki hai. Main apne gaon (village) gaya tha kuch kaam se akele hi bike leke. Subha nikla to dopahar tak pahunch gaya. Gaon ka ghar mera bahut bada hai. Par wahan koi rehta nahi hai. Mere bade dada ji ke ghar mere ghar ki chaabi rehti hai. Wahi saaf-safayi aur dhyan rakhte hai.

Bade dada ke do bete hai. Dono Mumbai mein job karte hai. Par unki biwiyan yahin gaon mein hi rehti hai. Bade bete ka koi bachha nahi hai, aur chhote waale ke do bete aur ek beti hai. Main gaon dopahar mein pahuncha, to chaabi liye bade dada ke ghar gaya. Wahan par sirf unke bachhe the ghar mein.

Maine poocha to bachho ne bataya ki dono meri chachiyan khet mein gayi thi. Maine chaabi li, aur apne ghar aa gaya. Andar gaya to sab saaf-safayi ki hui thi. Main apne room mein gaya aur let gaya. Mujhe gaon mein 15 din rehna tha, kyunki khet ka kuch kaam karwana tha.

Main bahut saalon baad gaon gaya tha. Lagbhag 15 saal baad, mujhe apne bachpan ki sabhi baatein yaad aane lagi. Pehle poora ghar ghooma apna. Fir susu lagi thi mujhe, to bathroom jaa hi raha tha, to yaad aaya ki ghar ke peeche jahan bachpan mein susu karta tha, aaj wahin jaake karta hu. Main peeche ke gate se gaya aur jahan bachpan mein susu karta tha, wo mere aur bade dada ke ghar ke beech ka hissa tha.

Sab ko pata hoga ki gaon mein gharon ke peeche bhi rooms aur ek handpump lagaya jata tha. Kabhi kisi ko aaram karne aur paani peene ke liye handpump rehta tha. Waise hi mera bhi tha. Mere ghar ke peeche khet bhi tha mera. Par boundary diya hua tha, aur wo chhoti si jagah thi jaha susu karta tha. Main wahan gaya, aur susu karne laga.

Tabhi achanak se doosri side se khet se ek aurat achanak se aa gayi mere ek-dum saamne. Maine darr se susu rok diya, par wo aurat mere lund ko dekhi, aur mujhe dekhi.

Fir wo boli: Ye kya kar raha hai yahan? Ye koi jagah hai peshaab karne ki? Ye raasta hai, aur tu susu kar raha hai.

Maine bola: Mujhe nahi pata tha. Main bachpan mein yahi susu karta tha. To mujhe laga aaj bhi aisa hi hai.

Fir maine sorry bola unko, aur wo hasne lagi. Ab main peeche hua, wo meri side aayi aur poochi-

Wo: Tu Virat hai na?

Maine haa bola, aur poocha: Aap kon ho?

To wo boli: Mujhe nahi pehchana? Main teri badi chachi. Bhool gaya itni jaldi?

Maine bola: Arre haa, kaisi ho aap?

Wo boli: Theek hu. Tu kaisa hai? Aur kab aaya? Aur kon-kon aaya hai?

Maine bola: Bas abhi aa hi raha hu, aur akele aaya hu. Khet mein kaam tha. Aap log hi to bulaye the.

Wo boli: Haa, arre tumhare dono chacha hai nahi, aur tere dada bhi chal nahi sakte hai. To ek aadmi ki zaroorat thi. Chal aa gaya tu. Ab sab ho jayega. Chal ghar chal. Kuch khaaya toone?

Maine bola: Nahi.

To wo boli: Chal khaana bana hai. Mujhe bhi bhookh lagi hai, sath mein khaate hai.

Fir wo aage chalne lagi, aur main peeche. Wo paseene mein bheegi hui thi. Unke badan se paseene ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Unki gaand bahut badi thi. Unka naam Shobha tha, aur figure mujhe lagta hai 36-34-38 aise hi kuch tha. Bahut bade the boobs unke, aur pet nahi hota hai gaon ki auraton ka, kyunki khet mein kaam karti rehti hai. Ghar gaya, to chachi hath-muh dhoke khaana layi. Fir hum dono baith ke khaane lage. Maine poocha-

Main: Chhoti chachi kahan hai?

To unhone bola: Khet mein hi kaam karwa rahi hai. Aayegi thodi der mein.

Bachhe so gaye the. Fir wo mere ghar ke baare mein poochne lagi, padhayi ka poochne lagi, aur sab kuch. Khaana khatam hua, to main bola-

Main: Jata hu ghar mein. Neend aa rahi hai. Bike se aaya hu na, thak gaya hu.

To wo boli: Theek hai, chala jaa. Shaam ko khet mein chalenge.

Fir main jaake gate band karke so gaya. Shaam ko gate baja. Main bahut der baad utha, gate khola, to chachi khadi thi.

Wo boli: Kab se gate baja rahi hu. Kaise sota hai? Ab se gate khula rakhna, yahan koi aata-jata nahi hai.

Maine bola: Theek hai.

Wo boli: Chal khet chalna hai.

Maine t-shirt dali, aur unke peeche-peeche chalne laga. Wo batane lagi-

Wo: Ye hamara khet hai. Isme ye fasal hai.

Sab bataya, aur wahi chhoti chachi thi. Ek chhoti si baithne ki jagah thi. Wahi baith ke wo kaam dekh rahi thi. Mujhe dekh ke boli-

Wo: Virat?

Main haa bola. Unka naam Hema tha.

Wo boli: Tu to bahut bada ho gaya hai.

Fir Shobha chachi boli: Chal tujhe aur ghuma deti hu.

Aise hi ghoomte-ghoomte raat ke 8 baj gaye. Main phone ki flash light se chal raha tha, aur chachi aise hi aage-aage chali jaa rahi thi. Fir hum ghar pahunche. Chhoti chachi khaana bana di thi, to hum hath muh dho ke khaana khaaye. Fir main apne ghar aa gaya sone. Main ghar ke beech mein aangan mein soya tha. Tabhi raat ko 10 baje badi chachi aayi.

Wo boli: Main bhi yahi soungi, kyunki upar chhat par gehu sookhne dala hai, aur mausam barish jaisa lag raha hai.

To unke liye bhi ek alag se bed apni side mein hi laga diya. Fir hum so gaye. Raat ke 1 baje bahut tez aandhi aayi. Hum dono uthe, aur main bed room mein rakhne laga. Chachi chhat par bhaagi aur gehu uthane lagi. Barish bhi achanak se bahut tez hone lagi. Min bhi chhat par bhaaga aur madad karne laga.

Chhat par ek chhota sa room bana hai. Usi mein gehu jaldi-jaldi hum dono ne daala, aur itna sab karne mein hum dono poori tarah se bheeg chuke the. Hamne room ka gate band kiya, aur jaldi-jaldi neeche bhaagne lage. Main aage tha Chachi mere peeche. Seediyon par bhi paani aa raha tha.

Chachi ka pair fisla aur seedhe meri peeth par giri. Main bhi girne wala tha, par deewar pakad li. Fir Chachi ke bade dudh bheege hue meri peeth par jab lage, maza aa gaya tha.

Maine chachi se poocha: Aap theek ho? Chot to nahi lagi?

Unhone bola: Nahi.

Fir hum dono neeche aaye, aur room mein gaye. Maine phone ka flash on kiya, aur bed par rakha.

Tabhi chachi boli: Babu tu to bheeg gaya poora.

Maine bola: Aap bhi to bheeg gayi ho poora.

Unke poore badan se saree chipki hui thi. Dudh se paani tapak raha tha.

Unhone bola: Jaldi se kapde badal le. Sardi lag jayegi.

Maine bola: Chachi bag to andar waale room mein hai. Yahan kuch bhi nahi hai.

Fir maine unse bola: Aap bhi badal lo. Sardi aapko bhi lagegi.

Unhone bola: Babu mere kapde yahan kaha se? Wo to mere ghar par hai.

Thodi der sochne ke baad chachi boli: Ek kaam kar, tu kapde khol le sab, aur bed par jaake so jaa.

Maine poocha: Aap?

To wo boli: Tu jaa to pehle.

Maine waisa hi kiya par underwear nahi khola.

Chachi boli: Ye chaddi bhi khol de, bheeg gayi hai.

Maine bola: Chachi mujhe sharam aa rahi hai.

To chachi boli: Tujhe bachpan se nanga dekhi hu, sharam kyun? Utaar isko.

Maine mana kiya, to chachi paas aayi, aur bina kuch bole chaddi khol di, aur neeche baith gayi. Chaddi khulte hi lund khada tha, aur unke muh ke ek-dum saamne nikla, aur hilne laga. Chachi darr gayi, aur peeche ki taraf gir gayi. Main sharma gaya, aur lund chhipa ke bed par aa gaya, aur light off kar di. Chachi hass rahi thi neeche baith ke abhi bhi.

Fir boli: Acha main bhool gayi thi ki tera bada ho gaya hai. Matlab tu bada ho gaya hai.

Chachi fir khadi hui aur boli: Arre light to dikha. Main kaise kapde change karu?

Maine flash light on ki, aur unko phone de diya. Fir main let gaya bed par, aur bed jo tha wo palang tha purane time wala. Usme kuch design bane the. Usi design mein bahut saare bade hole type the. Main usi hole se chachi ko dekhne laga. Chachi ek-ek karke saare kapde apne utaar rahi thi. Wo blouse kholi, to white bra mein 2-2 kg ke boobs the. Unki bra chhoti thi, aur boobs baahar aane ko bechain the.

Petticoat khola unhone to black panty mein kya lag rahi thi. Chachi ko koi nahi bol sakta tha ki wo abhi 40 ki thi. Kheton mein kaam karne se unka poora body figure maintained tha. Chachi ek baar bed ke paas aake check ki, ki main so raha tha ya nahi. Fir peeche hoke bra bhi utaar di unhone. Jab wo panty kholne jhuki to badi si 38″ ki gaand aur 36b ke boobs neeche pake hue aam ki tarah latak gaye.

Fir wo flash light leke kapde doosre room mein daalne chali gayi. Main bhi peeche-peeche chupke se gaya, aur unko kareeb se dekhne laga andhere mein hoke. Dil dhak-dhak ho raha tha, aur lund poora rod ho gaya tha. Dil kar raha tha ki jab bhi wo jhuk rahi thi, to unki gaand mein jaake lund daal du. Saare kapde daal liye unhone to main bhaag ke bed par jaake so gaya.

Fir chachi aayi, aur palang ke peeche se phone deke boli: Light band karo.

Maine band ki, to wo boli: Side ho kone mein jaa tu, mujhe sone de.

Main side ho gaya. Poora andhera tha, to kuch bhi nahi dikh raha tha. 1 ghante baad mujhe laga ki chachi so gayi thi, to main phone ki light se unka poora badan dekhne laga. Mera touch karne ka dil ho raha tha, par darr bhi lag raha tha. Bahut der tak aise hi dekhte raha, aur lund hilate raha. Maine unki gaand ke paas lund rakha, to unke badan ke hilne se lund hila, aur unki gaand ko lag gaya.

Maine darr ke aankhen band kar li. Fir chachi ki neend khul gayi, aur peeche dekha unhone. Fir meri taraf face karke so gayi. Meri gaand fatt rahi thi. Main hil bhi nahi raha tha. Bahut der hone ke baad main thoda unke paas gaya, to chachi thoda door ho gayi. Raat ke kareeb 3 baje honge. Barish fir shuru hui, aur thand badh gayi. Mujhe lagne lagi thand aur main thoda kaampne laga.

Fir chachi uthi, aur thodi der baad poochi: Virat thand lag rahi kya?

Maine koi answer nahi diya. Fir wo apne hath se mujhe hila ke dobara poochi. Maine haa bola, to unhone bola-

Chachi: Ruk, chaadar dekhti hu.

Par wahan kuch bhi nahi tha.

Fir wo boli: Yahan to kuch bhi nahi hai.

Maine bola: Koi na rehne do chachi.

Wo boli: Nahi, teri tabiyat kharaab ho jayegi bachhe. Ruk tu kuch dekhti hu main.

Wo baahar gayi aise hi nangi. Wahan wo room mein dekh ke wapas aayi, lekin kuch nahi mila.

Maine bola: Chhodh do chachi. 3:30 ho gaye hai, thodi der aur fir subha ho jayegi.

Chachi se raha nahi gaya, aur wo bed par aake boli: Sun teri tabiyat kharaab nahi hone doongi. Idhar aa to paas mere.

Maine bola: Koi na chachi.

To unhone mujhe apni taraf kheencha, aur apne nange badan se lipta liya. Unke dudh mere muh mein the, aur lund chut se laga hua tha, aur lund dheere-dheere khada hone laga. Main control kar raha tha, ki na ho, par possible nahi tha.

Chachi poochi: Ab thand lag rahi hai?

Maine bola: Nahi.

Fir maine socha ki lund khada ho gaya tha, aur unko ye acha nahi laga to bahut bekar lagega. Isliye maine position change kar li. Maine apni peeth unke face side ki, aur isse mera lund ab free tha. Chachi ke boobs meri peeth par bahut bade-bade aur hard feel ho rahe the. Mujhse control nahi ho raha tha, aur unki chut ke baal meri gaand par lag rahe the.

Chachi ne mujhe bahut zor se pakda hua tha. Wo abhi bhi mujhe bachha hi samajh rahi thi. Chachi so gayi thi, aur mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi. Thodi der hi baad pata nahi kaise chachi ka hath mere pet se hote hue lund par chala gaya, aur chachi ne lund pakad liya aur dabane lagi. Meri gaand fatt gayi, aur samajh nahi aa raha tha, ki kya karu.

Dekha to chachi so rahi thi. Wo neend mein thi. Unki saanse meri gardan par feel ho rahi thi. Par wo lund daba rahi thi. Maine unka hath pakda, aur lund se hath hata ke pet par rakha, aur so gaya. Subha utha to dekha chachi nahi thi, aur unki saree mere body par thi. Shayad unhone thand na lage, isliye daal di thi. Main utha, apne kapde dekhe, to abhi bhi bheege hue the. Fir bhi maine pehne, aur apne ghar aaya.

Main fresh hua, nahaya, aur kapde pehan ke bahar nikal gaya bike se. Fir market gaya, aur underwear, t-shirt, aur ek trouser li. Wapas aaya to chachi wait kar rahi thi mere ghar aane ki.

Fir wo poochi: Kahan gaya tha?

To maine bataya: Kapde lene extra.

Wo gusse mein boli: Bata ke nahi jaa sakta tha? Aur naashta bhi nahi kiya. Time dekha hai, 12 baj gaye hai. Abhi tak bhookha hai. Khaana layi hu khaa le.

Maine sorry bola aur khaana khaaya.

Chachi boli: Doosre waale ghar jaa rahi hu. Dhoop hui hai, to chhat par gehu sukhane lagi hu.

Fir wo chali gayi. Maine bhi khaana khatam kiya, aur main bhi chala gaya. Wahan chachi chhat par baith ke gehu ko faila rahi thi sukhane ke liye, aur wahan mujhe unke boobs clear dikh rahe the. Wo kabhi-kabhi pair zyada khol deti, to unki blue panty dikh rahi thi. Mera lund khada tha, dekh ke ye nazara.

Chachi poori paseene mein bheeg gayi thi. Bahut garmi thi raat ki barish se, aur din mein dhoop mein bhi baithe-baithe paseena-paseena ho gaya. Fir hum dono neeche gaye, usi room mein jaha soye the raat ko. Light thi, to maine fan on kiya, aur chachi boli-

Chachi: Main gate zara band karke aa.

Main gaya, aur band kiya, aur wapas aa gaya. Fir chachi ne saree khol di, aur blouse aur petticoat mein bed par baithi thi. Unhone petticoat ko bhi apni jaanghon tak utha rakha tha.

Chachi: Bahut garmi hai Virat.

Maine haa bola to boli: Tu bhi t-shirt utaar de, aur pant bhi. Kyun garmi mein jaan de raha hai?

Maine bola: Nahi chachi, theek hai.

To wo hass ke boli: Sharma kyun raha hai? Kal hi to tujhe nanga dekhi hu, khol de. Main bhi teri tarah ladka rehti to sab khol deti ab tak.

Maine bhi hass ke bola: Maine bhi to kal aapko dekha hai nanga. Aap kyun sharma rahi hai? Khol lo aap bhi.

Wo boli: Badmash ho gaya hai tu. Main ek aurat hu. Wo raat thi, toone dekha thodi hoga kuch bhi. Aur main dekh rahi hu tu bahut bada ho gaya hai. Tera sab bada ho gaya hai (Aur wo hasne lagi).

Chachi: Ab tera to hath mein bhi nahi aata.

Aur ye keh kar zor se hasne lagi.

Chachi: Teri shaadi karwani padegi.

Maine apne saare kapde khol diye, aur underwear mein aa gaya. Fir baith gaya. Lund khada tha chachi ke boobs aur jaanghon ko dekh ke. Chachi ne lund dekha, aur fir mujhe dekha.

Fir wo boli: Main aati hu paani pee kar.

Main bhi peeche-peeche gaya, aur dekha ki chachi ne susu karne ke liye petticoat upar kiya, aur panty neeche ki. Fir baith ke susu karne lagi. Unki gaand dekh mera lund pagal ho gaya. Maine lund baahar nikaal diya, aur hilane laga. Chachi ka susu khatam bhi ho gaya tha, par wo apni chut ko sehla rahi thi. Shayad mera lund yaad karke. 5 minute tak hum dono alag-alag aise karte rahe.

Fir chachi uthi, aur main bhaag ke room mein jaake aise hi khade lund ke sath jhooth ka so gaya. Chachi aayi aur lund khada dekh aur bechain ho gayi. Wo bas dekhe jaa rahi thi khade hoke. Unko kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha, ki kya kare wo. Fir wo apna panty khol di, aur mere bagal mein aake so gayi meri taraf apni gaand karke. Main bhi wait kiya ki thoda time ho, to kuch karu.

15 minute baad laga ki chachi so gayi thi, to maine apna lund chachi ki gaand mein lagaya, jisse chachi aage ki taraf ho gayi, aur peeche mud ke dekhne lagi. Maine aankhen band kar li. Bahut der dekhne ke baad chachi ko laga ki main so raha tha. To wo normal ho gayi, aur fir thodi der baad khud hi apni gaand mere lund ko laga di. Main samajh gaya ki ab chachi meri ho chuki thi.

Maine us time kuch bhi nahi kiya aur chachi fir apna face meri taraf karke mere lund ko apne hatho se touch karne lagi. Wo chut apni sehla rahi thi, aur meri taraf dekh rahi thi, kahin jaag na jau. Aise hi chachi ne bahut der tak kiya, aur fir so gayi. Fir main bhi so gaya. Shaam ko utha, to dekha chachi nahi thi. Maine bhi kapde daale aur ghar chala gaya. Fir bike li, aur market se condom ka bada wala packet laaya.

Alag-alag flavour waale condom liye maine. Fir kuch condoms pehle ghar mein, aur kuch condoms doosre ghar mein rakh diye. Fir chhoti chachi ke bachhe aaye khaane ke liye. Main sath mein chala gaya, aur dekha badi chachi nahi thi. Maine poocha to chhoti chachi boli ki khet mein thi wo. Fir maine khaana khaaya, aur khet mein chala gaya.

Wahan maine dekha, lekin wahan koi nahi tha. Main thodi der wahin baitha, aur fir doosre waale ghar mein aake let gaya. Fir call kiya Delhi wali aunty ko, aur baatein karne laga. 11 baj tak ki baatein, aur video call bhi. Aunty bahut miss kar rahi thi mujhe. Unko maine call par hi horny kar diya. Aunty garam hoke bolne lagi-

Aunty: Jaldi se wapas aa. Meri chut tere lund ke bina marr rahi hai. Aake chod na mujhe. Kyun itni door chala gaya hai meri pyaasi chut ko chhodh ke. Aao na jaldi, poora badan mera tere jism ke liye toot raha hai. Aao na, chodo na apni aunty ko.

Maine bola: Aa raha hu kuch din mein aunty.

Aur aise hi baatein karke call cut kar di. Fir mera gate baja. Maine gate khola to badi chachi thi. Wo andar aayi, to maine poocha-

Main: Kahan thi aap? Aapko har jagah dhoondha maine.

Chachi kuch nahi boli, aur bed par jaake so gayi. Main apna phone use karne laga. Thodi der baad mujhe karahne ki awaaz aane lagi, jaise koi dard mein ho. Dhyan se suna to chachi hi thi. Wo khud se khud ka badan daba rahi thi, aur aahhh uffff oohh kar rahi thi. Unka poora badan dard ho raha tha. Maine poocha to boli-

Chachi: Kuch nahi, thoda badan dard ho raha hai. So jaa tu, ye roz ka hai mera.

Main utha, aur chachi ke paas baitha, aur poocha: Kahan-kahan ho raha hai dard?

To unhone mana kar diya aur boli: So jaa na tu, kyun itna fikar kar raha hai? Ye mera roz ka hai.

Par main nahi maana. Fir chachi ne bataya ki unke hath, sar, pair, kamar sab dard ho rahe the.

Maine bola: Ruko aap.

Fir main baahar nikla, aur doosre ghar se tel leke aaya. Mujhe aane jaane mein 10 minute lag gaye.

Chachi poochi: Kahan chala gaya tha?

Maine bataya: Tel laane.

To wo hass ke boli: Pagal ladka, itni kyun fikar kar raha hai? Theek hu main.

Maine bola: Barish wali raat aapne mera dhyan rakha tha ki nahi? To mera bhi farz banta hai. Lao pair do, malish kar deta hu. Theek ho jayega.

Chachi nahi maan rahi thi. Bahut baar bolne par maani. Par wo boli-

Chachi: Kisi ko batana nahi. Warna sab bolenge ki bachhe se tel lagwati hai.

Maine bola: Kisi ko nahi bolunga.

Fir maine unki saree ko jaanghon tak uthaya, aur tel lagane laga pairon mein, aur massage karne laga. Unko bahut zyada hi acha lag raha tha, aur aaram milne laga. Fir maine unke hatho ki malish ki, aur fir unke sar ki malish ki. Unko itni zyada raahat mili ki wo bahut khush ho gayi.

Wo boli: Tu itna acha karta hai, pata nahi tha.

Aur mere muh se nikal gaya: Bahut kuch acha karta hu.

Aur ye bol kar main chup ho gaya.

Chachi boli: To baaki kyun chhodh diya, poora kar de.
Poore badan ki malish kar de.

Fir unhone saree kholi, aur blouse bhi. Wo bra mein aa gayi. Fir unhone bra bhi khol di, aur petticoat ko boobs tak dhak liya, aur pet ki side hoke so gayi. Maine unki peeth ki malish shuru ki. Unke muh se ahh hmm nikalne laga. Unki kamar ki malish karte time unka petticoat maine unki gaand ki line tak neeche kar diya.

Fir dheere-dheere unki peeth ki malish karne laga, aur beech-beech mein unki gaand ki line mein ungli daal ke malish karta.

Chachi boli: Kaise malish karta hai tu aadha adhoora. Tu rehne de, main khud kar loongi.

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Leesha couldn’t tear herself away from the diary, her heart racing as she turned the pages, eager to uncover the next chapter of Dileep’s secret life.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her face, but she barely noticed the passing of time. Her fingers traced the words, written in her father-in-law’s familiar handwriting, as she delved deeper into his illicit affair.

The previous night’s revelation had left her both shocked and intrigued. She had always known Dileep as a respected Navy officer, a man of discipline and honour. But the diary painted a different picture. It was of a man consumed by passion and desire, willing to break the boundaries of marriage.

Leesha felt a strange mix of emotions. She was disappointed in her father-in-law’s actions, but also a growing curiosity and excitement. As she read on, the diary described Dileep’s encounter with Madhu. She was the lawyer who had helped him with his land dispute in Bangalore.

Leesha’s eyes widened as she learned that this Madhu was a woman, a fact that seemed to surprise Dileep as well. Madhu Shetty, in her late thirties, with her long, dark hair and captivating kajal-lined eyes, had left an indelible impression on him.

“She was so confident and articulate,” the diary read. “I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. As we met frequently to discuss the case, I noticed her subtle beauty—the way her hair fell across her face, the hint of a smile that played on her lips. I knew I was crossing a line, but something about her made me feel alive again.”

Leesha’s heart quickened as she imagined the forbidden attraction between Dileep and Madhu. She pictured the two of them in a dimly lit courtroom. Their eyes locked across the room, a silent understanding passing between them.

The thought of her father-in-law, a man she had always respected, engaging in such a scandalous affair was thrilling and unsettling. The diary went on to describe the growing intimacy between them. Madhu, it seemed, was not immune to Dileep’s charms either.

Despite their marital commitments, they found themselves drawn to each other. Their meetings became more frequent and intimate.

“We would meet in her office, pretending to go over case details, but our eyes would wander, our bodies yearning for more. One day, unable to resist any longer, I leaned in and kissed her. It was a moment of pure madness.

Madhu responded passionately, her lips soft and inviting. We kissed like teenagers, forgetting our surroundings, until we were interrupted by a knock on the door.”

Leesha’s breath caught in her throat as she visualized the scene, feeling a strange sense of arousal and guilt. She had never imagined her father-in-law in such a scenario. But the raw, unfiltered words in the diary made it all too real.

The diary then detailed the events leading up to the celebration of Dileep’s legal victory. Madhu, eager to mark the occasion, had prepared herself meticulously. She had visited a salon where her long hair was straightened, falling like silk down her back.

Her legs were smooth and waxed, and her pussy, as the diary explicitly stated, was clean-shaven, a fact that seemed to excite Dileep immensely.

“She entered my hotel room, a vision in a pink saree, the fabric clinging to her curves. The backless blouse revealed her smooth, bronzed skin, and the nose ring added a touch of mischief to her otherwise professional demeanour. Her eyes, lined with kajal, held a promise of untamed desire.”

Leesha felt her cheeks flush as she read the vivid description, her imagination painting a vivid picture. She could almost feel the anticipation and desire that Dileep had experienced, seeing Madhu in such a state.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” the diary continued. “I pulled her close, my hands exploring her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She moaned softly as I kissed her neck. My fingers traced the curve of her waist. Madhu’s scent, a mix of perfume and desire, filled my senses.”

Leesha’s heart pounded in her chest as she read, her own body responding to the erotic words. She felt a growing wetness between her thighs, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long time. The diary was awakening desires she had kept buried.

She felt connected to Madhu, a woman she had never met but whose experiences mirrored her awakening. The diary went on to describe the passionate lovemaking that ensued, each touch and caress detailed with raw honesty. Leesha got lost in the story.

Her fingers traced the words as if she were touching the characters herself. She imagined Madhu’s pleasure, her moans of ecstasy, and Dileep’s dominant yet tender approach.

“I wanted to make this moment last forever,” the diary read. “But as we lay entangled in each other’s arms, the reality of our situation dawned on us. We were both married and what we had done was a betrayal of our vows. Yet, at that moment, we didn’t care. We had found a connection, a release from the constraints of our lives.”

Leesha closed the diary, her mind reeling with the revelations. She felt a strange sense of empowerment and excitement as if she had discovered a hidden part of herself. The diary had opened the door to a world of erotic possibilities. She couldn’t wait to explore it further.

She prepared to continue her reading. Leesha couldn’t shake the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she never imagined. With its explicit details and unapologetic honesty, the diary had become her secret obsession. The more she read, the more she craved.

The explicit details had ignited a fire within her, especially when it came to the encounters between Mr Dileep and the mysterious Madhu. She couldn’t wait to uncover the next chapter of their passionate affair. As she turned the page, the diary revealed a rainy day in Bangalore.

Madhu and Dileep’s paths crossed once again. Madhu, a confident and seductive lawyer, had been waiting for Dileep at a café. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes hinted at mischief.

Dileep, tall and broad-shouldered with a rugged charm, arrived drenched from the rain. His eyes immediately locked with Madhu’s.

“You’re late, you bastard,” Madhu purred, her voice dripping with annoyance and desire. “I’ve been waiting, and my pussy is already throbbing for you.”

Dileep smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “My apologies, my dear. The rain delayed me, but I promise to make it up to you.” He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, “Let’s get out of here. I know a place where we can be alone.”

Madhu’s heart raced as she imagined what was to come. She had been craving Dileep’s touch ever since their last encounter. The thought of being alone with him sent shivers down her spine. Without hesitation, she took his hand, and they left the café, the rain still pouring outside.

They checked into a nearby hotel, a discreet establishment known for its privacy. The room was dimly lit, with a large bed and a soft, inviting ambience. Madhu wasted no time, pulling Dileep towards her and pressing her body against his.

She could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and it made her pussy ache with need.

“You’re such a dirty talker, Madhu,” Dileep growled, his hands roaming over her curves. “I love how you tease me.”

“Oh, I’m not just talking, Dileep,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. “I plan to show you exactly what I mean.”

With that, Madhu pushed Dileep onto the bed, climbing over him. She straddled his waist, her dress riding up her thighs, revealing her smooth, toned legs. Dileep’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her black lace panties, already damp with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking wet, Madhu,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Let me taste you.”

Madhu leaned down, her long hair brushing against Dileep’s chest, and whispered, “Not yet, my impatient lover. I have something else in mind.”

She reached down and slowly pulled her dress over her head, revealing her voluptuous figure. Her breasts, full and round, spilt out of her black lace bra, the nipples already hard and erect. Dileep’s breath caught in his throat as he admired her beauty.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he whispered, his eyes glued to her body.

Madhu smirked, enjoying the effect she had on him. She bent down, her breasts brushing against his face, and whispered, “I want you to worship me, Dileep. Every inch of me.”

Dileep’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. He nuzzled his face into the valley between her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent. “Your wish is my command, my queen,” he murmured, his lips grazing her sensitive skin.

Madhu moaned softly as his warm breath caressed her nipples. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and he obliged, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Madhu’s head fell back, her eyes closing in pure pleasure as he lavished attention on her breasts.

“That’s it, suck my nipples, you motherfucker,” she panted, her hands threading through his hair. “But don’t forget the rest of me.”

Dileep obediently moved his mouth to her other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Madhu’s hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as he continued to tease and please her. She was on fire, her pussy throbbing and aching for release.

“Please, Dileep,” she begged, her voice thick with desire. “I need you inside me.”

Dileep chuckled, his hands travelling down her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “Patience, my love. I want to explore every inch of you.”

He gently pushed her back onto the bed, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake. Madhu squirmed, her body alive with sensation as he reached her belly button, a sensitive spot she had always been self-conscious about.

“Oh, you naughty boy,” she giggled, her voice breathless. “You found my secret spot.”

Dileep’s tongue circled her belly button, sending shivers of pleasure through her. He looked up, his eyes dark and intense, and said, “I want to taste every part of you, Madhu. Especially your sweet pussy.”

Madhu’s heart raced as she felt his lips descend lower, his breath hot on her inner thighs. She parted her legs willingly, eager for his touch. Dileep’s hands gently spread her thighs wider, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, Dileep buried his face between her thighs, his tongue seeking out her clit. Madhu cried out, her body arching off the bed as his skilled tongue flicked and teased her most sensitive spot. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with pleasure.

“Yes, right there,” she moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “Oh, you dirty bastard, don’t stop!”

Dileep’s fingers joined in, sliding into her wetness, stroking her G-spot as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Madhu’s orgasm built, her body trembling on the edge of release.

“I’m going to cum, Dileep!” she cried out, her voice hoarse.

Dileep increased his pace, his fingers thrusting harder, his tongue relentless. Madhu’s body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Her juices flowed freely as she cried out his name.

“That’s it, my beautiful bitch,” Dileep whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Cum for me, Madhu.”

As Madhu’s tremors subsided, Dileep slowly made his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her inner thighs, stomach, and breasts. He paused at her neck, nipping and sucking gently, causing her to shiver with aftershocks of pleasure.

“You’re incredible, Madhu,” he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Madhu smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I hope not, my dear. I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.”

She pushed Dileep onto his back, her hands roaming over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “I want to taste you, Dileep. All of you.”

Dileep’s cock twitched beneath his pants, already hard and aching for release. Madhu’s words sent a surge of desire through him, and he couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on him. She unbuckled his belt, slowly unzipping his pants, her fingers brushing against his straining erection.

“Take it out, Madhu,” he groaned, his eyes fixed on her. “Suck my cock.”

Madhu smiled wickedly, her fingers wrapping around his length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. She slowly pulled his cock free. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined shaft, already glistening with precum.

“Mmm, you’re so big,” she purred, her lips brushing the tip. “I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth.”

With that, Madhu took him into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting his salty essence. Dileep groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets as she sucked and teased him with her talented mouth.

“Fuck, Madhu, that feels so good,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging her to take more of him.

Madhu obliged, taking him deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, as she bobbed her head, her hands stroking the base of his shaft. Dileep’s breath quickened, his cock throbbing with pleasure.

“I’m close, Madhu,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

Madhu increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly, her hand pumping his shaft in sync with her movements. Dileep’s eyes rolled back as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, his orgasm building to a crescendo.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he cried out, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Madhu swallowed every drop of his hot cum, her mouth working expertly as he emptied himself into her. She savoured the taste of him, her eyes never leaving his, as she continued to suck and milk his sensitive cock.

“You’re incredible,” Dileep whispered, his body spent and satisfied. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Madhu smiled, her lips still glistening with his essence. “We’re not done yet, my love. I have a little surprise for you.”

She moved to the bedside table, retrieving a strap-on harness and a large, realistic dildo. Dileep’s eyes widened with curiosity and excitement as she strapped the harness around her waist, adjusting the dildo to her liking.

“What do you have in mind, my dirty girl?” he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Madhu smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m going to fuck you, Dileep. Just like you’ve fucked me.”

She positioned herself behind him, her hands caressing his muscular back as she lined up the dildo with his entrance. Dileep’s breath quickened, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him.

“Take me, Madhu,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Fuck me like the bitch I am.”

Madhu pushed forward, slowly entering him, her hands gripping his hips as she filled him with the dildo. Dileep moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain as he adjusted to the new sensation. Madhu initially moved slowly, allowing him to get used to the feeling before picking up the pace.

“You like that, don’t you, you dirty bastard?” she teased, her voice husky. “My big cock deep inside you.”

Dileep could only nod, his eyes closed in ecstasy as Madhu fucked him with abandon. She thrust harder, her hands spanking his firm ass cheeks, leaving red imprints on his pale skin.

“Yes, spank me, you sexy bitch!” Dileep cried out, his body responding to her dominance.

Madhu continued her assault, her thrusts becoming more powerful, her hands exploring his body, caressing his chest and nipples, driving him wild with pleasure. Dileep’s cock, still semi-hard, rubbed against the bedsheets with each thrust, adding to his overwhelming sensations.

“I’m gonna cum again, Madhu!” Dileep shouted, his body trembling.

Madhu reached around, her fingers finding his throbbing cock, and began stroking him in rhythm with her thrusts. Dileep’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His cum spurted onto his chest and stomach as Madhu continued to fuck him relentlessly.

“Yes, cum for me, you beautiful bastard!” Madhu encouraged, her voice filled with satisfaction.

As their passion subsided, Madhu removed the strap-on, her body flushed and satisfied. She collapsed onto the bed beside Dileep, their hearts racing from the intense encounter.

“That was incredible,” Dileep breathed, his eyes shining with admiration. “I never knew I could feel so much pleasure.”

Madhu smiled, her fingers tracing his cheek. “That’s the beauty of our connection, Dileep. We explore each other’s desires and push boundaries. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

Leesha’s heart raced as she finished reading the diary entry, her body flushed with arousal. The intensity of Madhu and Dileep’s love affair had left her breathless. She couldn’t wait to see what other secrets the diary held.

Little did she know, the most scandalous and erotic encounters were yet to come as Leesha’s curiosity and desire continued to grow with each passing page.

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