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Chhat par dono baap bete ne milkar Pooja ke saath suhagraat manayi. Pooja ne papa ko apni chut dekar unhe bhi apni side kar liya tha. Papa ne viagra kha raat bhar Pooja ko alag alag tarike se uski chudai kari.

Humdono ne milkar chhat par khuleaam hi jamkar uski chudai kari. Raat ko teeno wahin Pooja ki samuhik chudai ki video dekhte hue chhat par nange so gaye. Subah jaab neend khuli, apne papa se chudwakar Pooja ki chut mein dard tha.

Papa – Good morning, Pooja. Ab dard kaisa hai?

Pooja – Meri chut mein bahut dard hai papa.

Papa – Thanks Pooja kaal ki raat toh main kabhi bhul nahi paunga. Kya raat thi woh.

Pooja – Haan Papa, meri suhagraat jo thi. Special toh honi thi. App dono ka pyaar mujhe raat bhar mila hai. Chalo na papa, mujhe aaj apne haathon se nehlao na. Jaise aap pehle nehlate the.

Pooja ki yeah baate sun woh khush ho jaate hai. Le chalo na papa apne goad mein uthakar bathroom tak.

Main – Bathroom par jane ki kya jarurat hai papa. Isse toh yahin chhat par nehla do. Kaun hi dekh raha hai.

Papa – Thik kaha Rajeev, Kyun Pooja nahaogi yahan, tumhe sharam toh nahi ayegi na.

Main – Jaab road par un anjan logon se kutiya baan chut chatwane mein sharam nahi ayi toh fir yahan hamare samne nangi nahane mein kaisi sharam. Humtoh apne hai, kyun Pooja. Aur waise bhi Pooja ko toh ab khuleam aise nangi hokar ghumne mein maza anne laga hai.

Fir kya tha! Main pipe laga unpar pani dalne lagta hun, aur papa Pooja ko apne haathon se wahin chhat par nehlane lagte hai, Pooja ke badan ko chat chat kar woh khanne lagte hai. Pooja ka nanga bheega badan unki ankhon ke samne the. Aur papa uske badan se khelte hue usse nehla rahe the.

Woh mujhe bhi bulate hai, aur hum teeno wahan nahane lagte hai. Pooja ki subah subah hi chhat par pani mein lotpot hokar fir se chudai karte hai.

Pooja ko wahan se papa apne goad mein uthakar niche le atte hai. Ab toh Pooja ko rokne wala koi nahi tha. Papa pooja ke nange badan ko phochte hai, aur Pooja ko ek dress dete hai. Par woh kuch bhi pehene se inkar kar deti hai.

Pooja – Ab kya jarurat hai kapdo ki papa, main toh aaj se aise nangi hi rahungi pure din.

Fir kya tha Pooja waise hi ghar par nangi hokar pura din bitati, Kabhi kabhi woh Papa ki woh babydoll wali dress pehenti. Apni beti ko aise nangi dekh papa ko bhi maza aa raha tha. Jaab tak mummy wapas nahi aati woh Pooja ko nange rehne ki ijazat de dete hai.

Papa aksar dukan band rakhne lage the. Woh ghar par Pooja ke husan ka dedar karte, aur jee bharkar Pooja ki chudai ka maza lete. Pooja ko bhi bahut maza aa raha the, din raat kisi cheez ki parwa nahi thi. Pooja aur papa ke saath milkar hum daru party karte.

Pooja papa ke goad mein nangi bethkar unhe apne haathon se sharab pilati. Teeno nashe mein dhuth hokar nange hi haal mein nachte, toh kabhi Pooja ko khaate. Aise hi kuch din bitt jaata hai.

Ek din Pooja aise hi sirf woh babydoll wali dress pehen sofe par beth TV dekh rahi thi, aur papa dukan par the. Main bathroom mein naha raha tha. Tabhi achanak doorbell bajti hai. Pooja uthti hai, aur waise hi darwaja khol deti hai. Bahar ek delivery boy aya tha, papa ne kuch khanne ka saman mangwaya tha.

Pooja ko khayal hi nahi tha ki uske badan par sirf uski woh transparent babydoll thi. Woh waise hi dilvery boy ke samne nangi khadi thi. Delivery boy ki toh sanse tham gayi. Woh ek taak Pooja ki nangi chuchiyon ko aur uski chut ko dekh raha tha. Uske pink tranparent lingerie mein uska badan saaf dikh raha tha.

Delivery boy ki umar 20-21 saal se jyada nahi hogi.

Delivery Boy — Madam woh order ke paise.

Pooja usse andar bulati aur sofe par bethne ke liye kehti. Woh toh Pooja ki husan ko dekh mantra mugdh ho chuka tha. Woh akar soffe par beth jaata, aur Pooja darwaja band kar paise lene chali jaati.

Mujhe laga tha ki sayad papa honge darwaze par, Pooja ne bhi koi reaction nahi diya tha. Main waise hi bathroom se nange hokar bahar nikla, aur room mein chala gaya. Pooja wahan kadhi hokar mere wallet se paise nikal rahi thi.

Main waise hi Pooja ko piche se pakda aur, usse apni goad mein uthakar hall mein le gaya.

Pooja – Nahi bhaiya, nahi haal mein nahi, wahan, umm, muaa…

Par isse pehle ki woh age kuch bol paati, maine uski lips ko kiss karte hue uska munh band kar diya. Aur usse lekar hall mein soffe par letakar uski boobs ko dabane laga. Maine jaise hi uski lips ko kiss karna band kiya woh chikh padi.

Pooja – Bhaiya aap pagal ho kya, delivery hai sofe par.

Tab jakar meri nazar uspar padi. Aur main sharam ke mare soffe par pade takiye se apna lund chuppa liya. Delivery boy dara sehma wahan betha hamari sari harkaten dekh raha tha.

Delivery Boy – Madam paise de do na mujhe jaldi janna hai.

Humdono bhagkar apne room mein challe jaate hai. Pooja mujhe marne lagti

Pooja – Aap kya kar rahe the, main bhi kaisi pagal hun, mujhe bhi dhayan nahi raha mere badan par yeah naam ke liye kapde hai. Aur aap pure nange uske samne mere nange badan se khel rahe the, Usne toh saab dekh liya. Abb woh kisko bata dega toh kya karenge.

Main – Aisa karo Pooja uske pass jao, aur uske samne hi apni yeah lingerie utar pheko, usse kehna paise ki jagah meri chut le lo. woh jaise hi tumhare nange badan ko chuyega, main uski video bana lunga. Fir kya uski video hamere pass hogi aur woh kisko kuch nahi keh payega.

Pooja – Mujhe anjan logon ke samne nangi honne ke toh ab addat pad gayi hai. Sabke samne apni behen ko nanga karne ka bahana chahiye bass.

Main – Ab jao bhi woh chala gaya toh hum gaye.

Pooja aisa hi karti hai, Woh jakar delivery boy ko kehti hai.

Pooja – Paise toh nahi hai bhaiya, chaho toh meri chut ka maza le lo paise ke badle.

Aur aisa kehkar woh apni babydoll wali lingerie nikal puri tarah nirvstra ho uss delivery boy ke samne khadi thi. Woh delivery boy pura jaam gaya tha, woh Pooja ke nange jism ko ek tak dekh raha tha. Pooja jaisi gori chitti maal uske samne nangi khadi thi, bhala woh kaise khud ko rok sakta tha.

Pooja – Kya hua kisiko aaj tak nangi nahi dekha hai kya. Kyun hun na ekdum tanaka maal.

Delivery Boy – Nahi didi aaj pehli baar kisko aise bina kapde ke dekh raha hun.

Woh sharmata hue usse dekh raha tha.

Delivery Boy – Aap call girl ho kya. Jo paise lekar sex karti hai.

Pooja hasne lagi, delivery boy sach mein bahut bola tha.

Pooja – Haan main call girl hun, bahut paise leti hun ek din ka, Aur yeah mera customer hai. Haan par tumhare saath free mein sex karungi. Karoge mere saath sex.

Delivery Boy – Mujhe daar lag raha hai mere paise de do na, mujhe jaldi jaana hai.

Pooja – Itna kyun daar rahe ho main kha thode hi jayungi, bass jara dekhu to tumhare hatiyaar mein koi dikkat toh nahi wana shaadi ke baat apni biwi ko kaise khus karoge. Ab sharamana band karo aur mujhe jahan chunne ka dil kare chu log main kuch nahi kahungi.

Pooja – Bolo kya accha lagata hai, meri yeah rasile boobs ya meri yeah gulabi chut. Aao toh pass.

Pooja age badhi aur uske dono haath lekar apne boobs par rakh diya, Delivery boy pura akbaka gaya, usne pehli baar kisiki nangi chuchiyon ko chua tha.

Pooja – Kya hua, hai na ekdum komal. Isse ab jor jor se dabayo, aur apne munh mein lekar mera dood pi jao. Bahut accha lagega tumhe.

Pooja usko apni aur kichti hai, aur apne kamar par uske haath rakh diya aur usse gale lagane lagi. Bichara ab Pooja ke husan ke jaal mein phass chukka tha. Usne kamar se haath uski gori mast gand par rakh usse sehlane laga.

Pooja uske munh mein apna nipple deti hai, aur uske saar ko pakad acche se apne boobs par satati hai. Delivery body uski gand ko chod ab uski chuchiyon dabakar uski nipple ko kaat kaat kar usse chusne laga.

Pooja – Yeah hui na baat. Aaise hi dono ka raas piya, ladiyon ko bahut maza aata hai, Apni biwi ke chuchiyon ko aise chusoge toh woh roz apni chut degi tumhe.

Uske behen ke gand ko dabate hi Pooja Puri garam ho gayi thi. Ab toh usse fir se chudai chahiye the, itne dino se hamara lund ka hi maza mila tha usse, aaj ek naye mard se chudwane ka mauka woh kaise jaane deti.

Woh ab Pooja ko kiss karne laga, Ab woh bhi pooja ka saath dene laga.

Main wahan dono ki video banane laga , par dono ko kahan hosh tha, Delivery boy Pooja ke jism ko charo taraf chu raha tha, aur Pooja acche se usse apne nange jism se khelne de rahi thi.

Fir kya tha, Pooja usske kapde utarne lagti hai, aur usse bhi nanga kar deti hai, dono ki chudai ki video camere mein acche se record ho rahi thi.

Pooja usse pakadti hai, aur sofe par leta kar uske lund par khudne lagti hai. Woh bhi Pooja ki chuchiyon ko uski nipple ke chus chus kar auski kamar ko pakad usse apne lund par khuda raha tha.

Kuch deer waise hi dono meri ankhon ke samne chudai karte hai, aur woh Delivery boy khussi se usse chodte hue kai baar jhaad jaata hai. Akhir usse aise mast maal mili thi chodne ke liye. Kuch deer baat woh Pooja ko thanks bolta hai,

Delivery Boy – Didi aaj pehli baar kiski chudai ki hai maine. Aaj ka din main kabhi nahi bhul payunga. Ab mujhe jaane do mujeh bahut deer ho gayi hai.

Pooja – Apne paise toh lete hao. Aur waise yeah mere bhaiya hai, koi customer nahi, main koi call girl nahi hun. Haan par apni bhaiya ki paltu kutiya jarur hun.

Delivery Boy – Baap re apne bhaiya se, kass meri aisi behen hoti. Aap bahut lucky ho bhaiaya.

Main – Ek chiz ka dyan rakhna aaj jo hua hai yeh kisi se maat kehna, warna tumhari nangi video toh hai hi mere pass. Police ke pass janne mein kitna waqt lagega

Delivery Boy – Nahi bhaiya aisa kyun dekh rahe ho, aaj mujhe didi ne jannat ki shair karwayi hai, main kisi se kuch nahi kahunga.

Pooja – Yeah kitna cute hai na bhaiya. Tum udass maat ho video kisiko nahi dikhaungi, ab toh ghar dekh liya hai. Jab didi ki chut ki yaad aye aajana apni didi ko apne lund ki sawari karwane.

Aur aisa kehkar woh wahan se janne lagta hai, Pooja waise hi nangi hokar darwaje taak jaati hai, aur usse vida karti hai.

Delivery Boy ki toh lottery lag gayi thi. Usse toh paise bhi mile aur chudai bhi.

Main – Waah Pooja aise nayi nayi lund roz mile toh tumhe toh maza hi aa jaye kyun.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya ab toh mujhe koi sharam nahi, main ab kisi se bhi chudwa sakti hai, yeah chut ki aag kya na karwaye mujhse. Dekho na kaise uss anjan delivery boy ki bahoon mein kaisi nangi hokar chali gayi.

Main – Woh jaab tumhe call girl samaj raha tha, main sochne laga ki kyun na tumhe call girl hi banna doon, chudai bhi milegi aur paise bhi. Kya khyal hai.

Pooja – Main majjak kar rahi thi, aap toh sach mein mujhe call girl banna chahte ho.

Main – Harz hi kya hai Pooja, maine jaab tumhse badla lene ka plan banaya tha, toh tabhi socha tha ki paise lekar roz tumhari is jism ka sauda karunga. Roz roz alag alag logon ke haathon tumhe bechunga. Maine toh Basant ke saath milkar tumahra rate card bhi bana rakha tha, dekhogi Pooja.

Tabhi papa aa jaate hai aur hamari batte sunte hai.

Pooja – Dekh rahe ho papa, bhaiya mujhe call girl banana chahte hai. kehte hai mere jaisi mast maal ke bahut paise milenge. Paise ke liye khud ko bechon, logon se paise lekar chudai karayun apni, mujhe toh soch kar kitna ajeeb lag raha hai. Paise dekar na jaane log kya kya karwayenge mujhse.

Papa – Yeah kya sach hai Rajeev, bahut paise milenge kya. Aisa hai toh Pooja fir toh achi kamai ho jayegai. Waise bhi mera danda manda chal raha hai. Idea toh accha hai Rajeev.

Pooja – Yeah bhagwan, papa aap bhi yeahi chahte ho. Dono baap bete ek jaise hai. Meri izat ki kisiko parva hi nahi.

Main – Pooja tum kyun daar rahi ho, jo bhi paise dega uske saath akele thode hi bhejenge tumhe, main saath rahunga. Tum kyun daar rahi ho, tumhe toh bass unhe khuss karna hai. Woh toh tum karne mein expert ho gayi ho. Waise bahut kuch kar sakti ho, chahe toh video call par apke kapde utar ka logon ko dikhao. Uske bhi paise milenge.

Pooja – Mummy aa jayegi toh kya kahungi kahan jaa rahi hun roz roz. Unhe jaab hamara yeah karnama pata chalega na, toh sabko ghar se nikal degi.

Main – Unhe batayega kaun. Tum bahana bana dena computer class rehta hai.

Pooja – Accha ji, waise main bhi toh dekhoon kya rate lagaya hai apni behen ka.

Fir kya main papa ko mobile deta hun, jisme behen ka rate chart tha. Papa padhna challu karte hai. Woh bhi bahut excited the akhir kya rate lagaya tha maine.

Call par sex chat karne ka 1 ghante ka 200 Rs.

Online nangi video chat 1 ghante ka, Sirf Boobs dikhane ke liye – 300 rupee. 2 Ghante ka – 500 rupee. Pooja – Waah yeah toh bahut kaam hai par chalega.

Onlien Puri nangi Video chhat 1 Ghanta ka – 500 rupee.

Pooja – Matlab sirf 500 mein main kisiko bhi apna nanga badan dikha dungi. Kitni sasti hai meri izat.

1 Ghante ke liye Personal Booking 1 Person – 5000 Rs. 1 Ghante ke liye Group Booking 4 Person – 10000 Rs

1 Night 1 Person – 8000 Rs. 1 Night Group 8 Person Max – 15000 Rs.

Sex Party – 25000 / Night

Papa – Waah kya Rate chaar banaya hai Rajeev. Pooja tum video call par nangi toh ho sakti ho.

Pooja – Hmm, aur kisine video bana liya toh. Fir kya karungi.

Main – Pooja usme massk lagakar karna hota hai, Bass badan par kapde nahi honge. Apna face toh chupa sakti hoo.

Papa – Fir toh sahi hai Rajeev, Pooja yeah kaam toh kar sakti ho tum. Maz aayaega kya bolti hoo.

Main – Woh kya kahegi papa, uske chere ki smile keh rahi hai, waise woh toh hamari paltu kutiya hai, mana thode hi kargi. Kitni excited lag rahi dekho toh.

Pooja mujhe marte hue sharmati hui apna munh chupa leti hai.

Main – Waah Pooja tumhe sharam bhi aati hai, nangi khadi ho kar apna munh chipa rahi ho sharam ke maree. Kamal ho tum. Toh bolo bata doon Basant ko, woh yeah rate chaart daal dega, fir kaal se hi tumhari kamayi chalu.

Pooja – Sach bhaiya app dono mujhe call girl banakar hi manoge. Thik hai dedo Basant ko meri rate chart. Aap dono ko apni izat toh de hi chukki hun, ab apke liye sabko apni jawani bechungi.

Toh iss tarah Pooja akhir apni jawani bechne ke liye ready ho hi jaati hai. Aur Ab usse haar roz do teen kar video call karni padti hai, Pooja ko haar roz 1000–1500-rupee milne lage. Abhi woh itna famous nahi hui thi, par jald hi woh famous honne wali thi.

Ek din woh aise hi video call par nangi hokar chhat kar rahi thi, par achanak nangi hokar nachte hue uski mask gir gayi, aur usse hosh bhi nahi raha. Pooja ka chehra ab expose ho chukka tha. Usse kai logon ne nanga dekh liya tha.

Pooja darne lagi, par ab kya kar sakte the, Pooja ko bina mask ke dekh log aur jayada demant karne lage, itna sexy badan aur upar se itna massum aur hasin chehre wali ladki ko saab nangi dekhna chahte the, Pooja ne ab apna rate badha liya tha. Pehle toh woh age bina mask ke video chhat mana karne lagi.

Par manne aur paap ne jaab samjhaya toh woh razi ho gayi. Waise bhi uski social network par koi account tha nahi, toh usse koi jaanta bhi nahi tha. Uska phaya utha ab woh bina mask ke video par nangi honne lagi. Par itne se mera maan kaahan bharne wala tha. Mujhe toh apni behen ko call girl banana tha.

Age Pooja ke saath kya hua woh ek alag kahani mein bataunga.

Hello doston, main Sanskariraj ek baar fir se hazir hu pichli story ka next part lekar. Sabse pehle to main aap sab se maafi maangna chaahta hu ki mujhe aane mein itna late ho gaya. But kuch reasons the, aur 2-3 baar to story hi reject ho gayi meri.

Jaisa ki aapne story ke pichle bhaag mein padha ki kaise Rinku apni maa ko chodta hai, aur uski maa bhi apne bete se chudwana chaahti thi. Ye story thodi lambi ho sakti hai, aur start mein thodi boring bhi lag sakti hai. But last tak zaroor padhiyega. I promise aapko zaroor maza aayega. Ab aage ki story Rinku se-

Hello doston, jaisa ki aapne padha ki meri maa nakhre karne ke baad aakhir mujhse chud gayi. Fir chudne ke baad baat karte-karte usne bataya ki wo aaj se pehle paanch lund le chuki thi. Ab aage ki story-

Mummy ne baatein start ki: Tumhare dada ji aur nana ji dono jigri dost the. Dosti aisi ki sab kuch ek-doosre se share kiya karte the. Mere mummy aur papa aksar yahan aaya karte the. Shaam ko aate aur subha chale jaate the. Pehle to mujhe pata nahi tha, but baad mein dheere-dheere shak hone laga. Kyunki jab tere mama padhayi khatam karke ghar aaye, to wo bhi sath mein aane lage.

Ek din maine jab tumhare mama se poocha, to pehle wo taalne lage. Fir baad mein jab bahut pressure diya, to bole ki papa se pooch lo. Maine jab papa se poocha to bole-

Papa: Is maheene ki 22 tareekh ko ready rehna. Sab pata chal jayega.

Main thoda shock hui, kyunki us din mera birthday hota hai. But zyada poochne ki himmat nahi hui, to main aur kuch nahi boli, aur 22 tareekh ka wait karne lagi.

Birthday se ek din pehle maa mujhe market le gayi, aur ek bahut hi sundar si frock kharidwa di jo ki mere ghutne se upar thi. Mujhe thoda ajeeb laga. But main sochi jab maa dila rahi thi, to kya sochna. Fir wo undergarments ki shop par le gayi, aur wahan mujhe ek bahut hi sexy bra aur panty dilwayi. Panty aisi ki jo sirf chut dhak sake aur peeche aake gaand ki daraar mein ghus jaye. Bra to bas nipple dhak rahi thi.

Main hairani se dekhne lagi maa ke taraf. To wo boli: Kal tu 19 saal ki ho jayegi. Isliye ye sab dilwa rahi hu. Aur tujhe jaanna tha na hum log kya karte hai? Ye bhi pata chalega kal tujhe. Isi ke liye ye sab dilwa rahi hu.

Fir wahan se nikal kar wo mujhe parlour le gayi, aur parlour wali ko maa ne kuch kaha, to usne mujhe muskurate hue dekha. Wo mujhe apne sath andar le gayi, aur fir mujhe neeche se nangi hone ko boli. Maine mana kiya to boli-

Parlour wali: Teri maa ne kaha hai chut ke baal saaf karne ko.

Mujhe kuch-kuch shak hone laga tha. But thoda excited feel kar rahi thi. To maine apne kapde utaar diye. Fir unhone meri chut saaf ki, aur fir baaki ke kaam kiye, jaise facial wagaira. Uske baad main ghar aa gayi.

Agle din sab ne mujhe birthday wish kiya, aur main bahut khush thi. Fir shaam ko mera bhai bazaar se bahut saare gulaab aur mogre ke phool le aaya, aur mere bed ko sajane lage. But mujhe pata chalne nahi diya. Fir shaam ko mehman sab aaye, aur maine kal wali dress pehni, jisme main bahut hot lag rahi thi.

Sab ki nazrein mujh par thi. Party mein tumhare dada, dadi, papa aur bua bhi gayi thi. Dheere-dheere sab log jaane lage. But ye log ruk gaye. Jab sab kuch shant ho gaya, tab papa ne mujhe apne paas bulaya, aur sab ko dhyan dene ko kaha. Fir papa ne bolna start kiya-

Papa: Jaisa ki aap sab jaante hai ki aaj meri pyari beti 19 saal ki ho gayi hai. Aur ab kali se phool banne ke liye ready hai.

Sab ne thahaka lagaya, but mujhe sharm aa rahi thi. Aur idhar papa meri peeth par hath fer rahe the, aur bol rahe the.

Unhone aage kaha: Isko janna hai ki hum log kya karte hai. To beti suno. Hum dono jigri dost hai. Hum sab kuch ek-doosre se share karte hai, apni biwi, aur beti bhi. Main iski biwi ko chodta hu, aur ye meri biwi ko. Jab iski beti (matlab meri bua) 19 ki hui thi, to isne is pyari si kali ko phool banane ka mauka mujhe diya tha. Isliye aaj jab tum phool banne wali ho, to aaj ye kaam mera jigri yaar karega.

Fir itna kehte hi unhone tumhare dada ko paas bulaya. Aate hi unhone mujhe hug kiya, aur hontho par ek kiss diya. Mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha tha, ki kya ho raha tha, aur main kya karu? Fir achanak mujhe hosh aaya aur main boli-

Main: Ye sahi nahi hai. Main ye sab nahi kar sakti.

Itne mein teri bua mere paas aayi aur pehle usne tere dada ko, fir tere nana ko, lip lock kiya, aur fir mujhe aur samjhate hue boli-

Bua: Dekho Rambha, ab tum jawan ho gayi ho. Ab tumhari chut ko lund ki zaroorat padegi. Fir wo ghar mein mile ya baahar se lo. Jab chudna hi hai, to ghar ke logon se kyun nahi? Baahar badnami ka bhi darr rahega, aur ghar mein jab mann karega tab chud sakti ho.

Mujhe samjhate hue wo mere badan se khel rahi thi. Ab main bhi garam ho rahi thi, aur saanse tez ho rahi thi. Itne mein tumhari dadi aur nani ek sath aayi, aur bolne lagi-

Dadi-Nani: Beta hum logon ne bhi pehli chudai ghar mein hi karwayi thi. Ye hamare khandaan mein sab karte hai.

Main garam ho gayi thi, to main boli: Theek hai, jab aap log hi apni beti ko chudwana chaahte hai. To main mana kaiss kar sakti hu?

Itna sunte hi sabhi ne taali bajayi, aur tumhare dada mujhe godi mein utha kar mere room le gaye. Fir mujhe phoolon se saji sej par lita diye aur peeche se sab aa gaye.

Fir unhone poocha: Aaj tumhari pehli chudai hai, kisse karwana chahogi? Mujhse ya mere bete se?

To main boli: Chudwana to mujhe sab se hai. But main chaahti thi ki jis lund ne mujhe paida kiya hai, wahi meri bur mein ghuse. But aapne apni beti chudwa kar mere papa ke upar ek karz chadha diya hai. To ye karz mujhe hi utaarna hoga. Isliye main aap se hi chudungi. Fir aapke bete se, kyunki aap anubhavi ho, aur main apni pehli chudai yaadgaar banana chaahti hu.

Ye sun kar wo bahut khush hue.

Main boli: Lekin meri bhi ek shart hai.

To unhone poocha: Kya?

Fir main boli: Main chaahti hu sab nange ho jaye, aur sab apne apne yaar ke lund par sawaar ho kar hamari chudai dekhe.

To unhone kaha: Is kamre mein itni jagah nahi hai.

Fir maine kaha: Hall mein chalte hai.

Uske baad hall mein saare kamro ke gadde lagaye gaye, aur sab chaaron taraf se gher kar baith gaye. Sab ne apne apne lund chun liye the. Mummy tumhare papa ke lund ke upar sawaar ho gayi. Tumhari bua ne tumhare nana ke lund ko chuna, aur tumhari dadi ne tumhare mama se chudwana pasand kiya.

Sab ne apni chut lund se bhar li thi, aur saare mard saari randiyon ke sath khel rahe the. Fir tumhare dada ji ne mere kapdon ko kholna start kiya, aur peechhe se aa kar meri gardan mein kiss karne lage. Wo upar se hi mere boobs ko dabane lage. Us time main itni moti nahi thi. Naa hi mere boobs aur gaand itne bade the.

Unke touch se hi main sihar uthi, aur saanse bhaari hone lagi. Fir unhone frock utaar diya, aur ab main kal wali bra panty mein thi, jo bas naam ki thi. Unhone meri maa ki taraf dekha, aur thanks bola. Unhone bhi muskurate hue kaha, “Anything for you my love.”

Uske baad unhone mujhe lita diya, aur mere pair ke angoothe ko muh mein lekar choosne lage. Mere poore badan mein ek current daudne laga, aur main bechain ho kar aahen bharne lagi. Wo ehsaas ek-dum naya tha mere liye. Fir unhone apna poora anubhav dikhana shuru kiya, aur dheere-dheere mere pairon ko choomte chaat-te hue upar ki taraf aane lage.

Meri bechaini badhne lagi. Idhar baaki log bhi chudai chaalu kar chuke the, aur sab kamuk awaaze nikaal rahe the. Isse main aur bhi bechain hone lagi thi. Ab mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha, aur meri bur se paani ki ek dhaar nikal padi, aur meri panty ko bhigote hue chali gayi.

Tumhare dada ji bahut gussa hue, aur bole: Bataya kyun nahi? Ye amrit toone mujhse chheen liya.

Fir gusse mein unhone meri panty faar di, aur apni jeebh meri bur mein daal kar chaatne lage, aur dant se kaatne lage. Mujhe bahut hi acha lag raha tha, aur bechain bhi ho rahi thi. Kareeb 10 minute tak aise hi apni jeebh se mujhe chodte rahe, aur main fir se jhadne lagi.

Is baar unhone mera saara paani pee liya aur main unka sir apni bur mein daba rahi thi. Kuch der baad mujhe hosh aaya, aur uske baad tumhare dada ji let gaye. Wo mujhe lund muh mein lekar choosne bole. Mujhe ajeeb lag raha tha. Fir sochi aaj nahi to kal choosna hi padega, to aaj hi start kar deti hu. Uske baad maine lund ka topa apne muh mein liya. Bahut ajeeb lag raha tha, but main pehle topa mein jeebh ferne lagi. Uske baad dheere-dheere mujhe acha lagne laga.

Kuch der ke baad maine poora lund apne muh mein le liya. Tumhare dada ji ka lund kareeb 9 inch tha, aur kaafi mota tha, aur mera kuwari muh. Badi mushkil se andar le rahi thi, lekin mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha.

Kareeb 5 minute tak choosne ke baad unhone kaha: Chal ab aaja, aur mere lund ki sawari karke phool ban jaa. Main nahi chaahta ki tu mere neeche aaye aur phool banne se pehle hi masli jaye.

Uske baad main unke lund ke upar apni chut rakh di, aur sab taali baja rahe the. Sab mere parents ko congrats kar rahe the nayi randi paida karne ke liye, aur apne liye randi sun ke mujhe ab acha lagne laga tha.

Uske baad maine lund pakad kar uske upar baithna chaalu kiya, lekin andar jaa hi nahi raha tha. Jo lund mere muh mein nahi jaa raha tha, kuwari bur mein kahan se jata? Fir meri mummy uth ke aayi aur tumhare dada ka lund apne muh mein lekar geela kiya. Fir thoda thook meri bur mein laga diya, aur baithne boli.

Unhone apne dono hath mere kandho par rakhe, aur dada ji ke ishare par unhone zor se mujhe neeche ki taraf daba diya. Fir neeche se usi time hi unhone ek zor ka jhatka diya, aur meri bur faadte hue aadha lund andar chala gaya.

Main zor se cheekh uthi, aur meri bur se khoon nikal raha tha. Main lund ko nikaalne ke liye uthe lagi. Lekin mummy ne mujhe aur dabana start kar diya. Fir main rone lagi to unhone mere bhai ko paas bulaya, aur apna lund mere muh mein daal diya. Tumhare dada ji kuch der shant rahe. Fir jab main thodi relax hui, to unhone neeche se dheere-dheere dhakka dena start kiya.

Ab mujhe bhi maza aane laga tha. Idhar bhai mera muh chod raha tha, aur main maze se chudwa rahi thi. Tabhi achanak se meri bur mein zor se dard hua, aur jab tak main kuch samajh paati, poora lund meri bur mein sama chuka tha. Meri aakhon se aansu aa rahe the. Main chillayi lekin awaaz lund hone ki wajah se andar hi dab ke reh gayi.

Kuch der aise hi rehne ke baad main normal hone lagi, aur khud hi lund par upar-neeche ho kar chudwane lagi. Jab unhone mujhe upar-neeche hote dekha, to unhone bhi neeche se dhakke lagana start kar diya, aur main chudne lagi.

Kareeb 10 minute tak aise hi chudwane ke baad main boli: Ab main thak gayi. Mujhe neeche aana hai.

To unhone kaha: Theek hai.

Aur fir apna musal meri bur se nikaal liya, jisme mera khoon laga hua tha. Fir main unki jagah let gayi, aur itne mein tumhare dada ji ne tumhari bua ko bulaya, aur apna lund choos kar khoon saaf karne bole. Wo bade hi shaunk se lund choosne lagi. Idhar tumhari dadi aa kar mere muh ke upar baith gayi, aur apni bur mein lage hue maal ko chaatne boli. Main bhi wo chaatne lagi.

Kuch der baad wo fir meri taangon ke beech aaye, aur meri dono taangon ko apne kandhe par rakha. Maine khud hi unka musal pakad ke apni bur ke muh mein rakha. Fir unhone ek jhatke mein andar daal diya. Is baar bhi dard hua, lekin pehle se kam hua. Fir wo dana-dan dhakke maarne lage. Is tarah se tumhare dada ne mujhe kareeb dedh ghante tak alag-alag position mein choda. Fir maal mere boobs ke upar daal diya, jise tumhari dadi, nani aur bua ne mil kar chat liya.

Hum chaaron ek-doosre ko kiss karne lage. Idhar tere nana aur papa meri bur chaat rahe the. Is ghamasaan chudai ke baad main bahut thak gayi thi, aur mummy mujhe sahara de kar bathroom le gayi, jahan maine steam bath liya. Isse mujhe thodi raahat mili, aur baahar aayi to yahan par baaki lund mere intezaar mein the.

Us raat sab ne mujhe baari-baari se choda. Lekin kisi ne apna maal mere andar nahi chhodha.

Maine papa ko bola to wo bole: Beti tere andar pehli baar main hi apna beej daalunga. Ye hamara riwaaz hai. Lekin shadi ke baad.

Main is tarah se raat bhar chudi aur lagbhag 4 baje hum soye. Subah kareeb 9 baje meri neend khuli, jab meri chut mein gudgudi ho rahi thi. Maine apni aankhen kholi to dekha ki tere papa aur mama meri bur chaat rahe the. Baaki sab uth chuke the. Maine bhi muskura kar unko signal diya. Uske baad hum teeno ne ek round aur chudai ki, aur fir tumhare dada log apne ghar chale aaye.

Itna sun ke mera lund tambu ban gaya tha. Mera hath kab mummy ki bur se khelne laga, pata hi nahi chala.

Fir maine poocha: Ye to chaar lund hi hue, paanchwa kiska tha?

To unhone kaha: Paanchwa lund tere fufa ji ka tha (jiski kahani main agle part mein bataunga. Aur ye bhi bataunga ki mummy ki shaadi kaise-kaise riwaaz se hui).

Ye sab sun ke mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha, aur main fir se mummy ke upar chadh gaya, aur fir zordaar chudai ki.

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I always had a great relationship with my mother-in-law, Surekha, who is now 55 years old. I used to get intimidated by her early on. But after a decade, I now feel that I get her like no one else in the entire family. Maybe we both are in a similar situation where the entire family rides on anger for every small issue, and it’s on us to take the emotional beating and calm down everyone else.

My MIL always appreciated my calmness and inclusivity. I have enjoyed her having around us and never thought of her presence as an intrusion in our life. In fact, when she was staying with us, my wife had always been calmer, and MIL acted as a woman of the house, which I never minded.

Consciously or unconsciously, slowly, I started getting drawn towards my mother-in-law. I knew she was about 15 years older than me, and she was in her late 40s when I started developing some unusual feelings for her. I feel that rather than my wife, my MiL gets me. Maybe in another world and another life, I would have married Surekha.

I had a strong urge to be physically intimate with her as I wanted to assimilate with her physically and emotionally. I had this unstoppable hunger to see and explore every inch of her body. Only once did I see her completely naked through a hidden camera. I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t stop myself well.

I was mesmerized by my mother-in-law’s buxom boobs, big belly, and deep navel. I wish I could get my hands all over her body and lick every inch of her. Also, I have even sniffed her bra (42D) and her panty imagining me exploring her body. But I never got that opportunity and I never saw her naked again. Slowly I forgot that I had seen her naked, but my feelings towards her only grew every year.

Someone might think, what’s there and she is an old lady? Honestly, I cannot explain but my urge to put my penis inside her never went away. As I said earlier, it wasn’t just the physical attraction as my MiL was an average-looking woman wearing conservative Punjabi dresses. But we were always connected emotionally. Many times, she expressed her thoughts and spoke her mind.

On many occasions, she couldn’t hold her tears back. Over the period of 14 years, our connections grew. I am sure she never thought of me in the wrong way. But I never could stop myself from keeping her away from thoughts that propelled physical intimacy with her.

Fast forwarding to the recent times, in an unfortunate event, my father-in-law passed away suddenly. Expectedly, that broke my mother-in-law completely. She felt helpless and emotionally alone after losing her husband of 35 years of marriage. Since we live in a different part of the world, she had to take care of a lot of things for which didn’t have little experience.

Every time I spoke to her on the phone, she appeared broken and out of support. No matter how much I assured her that she was not alone, she always thought otherwise. After a few months, she accepted our proposal to live with us for some time, and hence I went to India for a week to pick her up.

I arrived early in the morning. My mother-in-law was standing outside the door. After seeing me, she immediately broke into tears. Then I stepped forward to hug her, but she politely pushed me away. I went inside the home and sat down. She came inside as well and sat in front of me, wiping her tears. She looked at me with helpless eyes.

I told her not to worry about anything and that I would take care of everything. I saw her face change immediately. If not happy, it was less sad. At that time, I decided that my mother-in-law needed me more than just a son-in-law. She might not realize this right now, but I needed to make a move to show her what she needed.

That day, I helped her do all her indoor and outdoor chores. The outdoor chores were more challenging as they involved going to government offices and getting paperwork done. After coming back in her late afternoon, my mother-in-law broke down, saying that she would not have completed any of the work without my help.

I tried to comfort her by holding her hands, but again she pulled back. Then I made up my mind then and there that I needed to make her mine tonight mentally as well as physically, so next time if I hold her hands, she won’t pull away.

It was a cloudy evening with thunderstorms looming during the night. A lot of things were to change between myself and my mother-in-law. I arranged a nice take-out dinner at home along with ice cream of my mother-in-law’s choice. I know her choices very well. So I grabbed the dinner, her favorite ice cream, and I stood in front of her apartment door.

I was about to ring the doorbell as a thought passed my mind. The next time I would be getting out of the apartment, I would have led my hands on her body, I would have touched her underwear that she is wearing right now, I would have seen my mother-in-law naked, my tongue would have licked every inch of her body, my lips would have tangled with her lips, and my penis would have taken a thorough tour of her pussy.

Then I rang the bell, and MIL opened the door. Her face turned joyful to see me. She was wearing a green-colored Punjabi dress and had her dupatta. She must have taken a bath recently as her hair looked damp but tied in a ponytail. For everyone else, I am sure there wasn’t anything sexy about her appearance. But for me, it was intoxicating.

Maybe I have fantasized about my mother-in-law for over a decade, which was causing an irresistible attraction. Maybe throughout the interactions I had with her, I found her to be my real soulmate. Or maybe both! MIL asked me, “How was my day?” To which I replied, “It was great because I could spend time helping you.”

Her face lit up with my comment, and she said, “I am so fortunate to have you.” I said, “Please don’t say that. We are family, and in the family, we take care of each other in every possible way.” Again, I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I stepped forward and hugged her. As usual, she again tried to push me away as it was strange for her to be held in a hug.

I am not sure even my father-in-law hugged her ever when he was alive. This time though, I held her tight in my hug with one hand holding her tight and one hand patting her back. My penis was held tightly against her thighs. She protested briefly, but I whispered in her ears, “It’s okay, we are one family,” and she relaxed.

I noticed she started crying in my embrace. I held her even tighter and told her, “I am there for her, and don’t worry about anything,” and by hearing this, she started sobbing hard, and I could sense my shoulders getting a bit wet with her tears. Then I held her in a tight hug until she stopped sobbing.

After a few minutes, I released her from my hug and said again “Don’t worry, I am here for you.” To which she looked into my eyes and nodded with admiration. She gained her composure and said, “Let’s get our dinner done, there is a storm expected tonight, and we may lose power.” I didn’t know about the storm outside, but I knew there was a big storm brewing up in my mind, and it was going to overpower every rational thought and result in enormous actions.

MIL and I sat at the dinner table and had our dinner. I felt that after that tight hug, my MIL felt relieved, and we spoke on casual topics. While she was having her talking my mind wasn’t focused on her words, but my eyes were observing her presence in slow motion. I was observing her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips all would touch my lips tonight. I was watching her hands which I would be tangled with my hands tonight.

Now I could only see tiny cleavage once her chunari slid while she was getting up after dinner. I thought my face would be buried between two 42Ds tonight. When she turned around to put the dishes in the sink, I could see her black bra from her light-colored Punjabi top. I imagined my hands on the hooks of the bra and undoing it.

Somehow, the thought of unhooking the bra gives instant arousal. I could imagine my hands roaming all over her naked back and my nose inhaling the fragrance of her grey hair. After she came back to the dining table I told her to sit on the couch in the living room and I would get the ice cream for both of us.

Initially, she resisted saying that she would serve that, but I held my foot strong as I had a different plan in my mind.

What was the plan, and how did I execute that plan? Find out in the next installment of this story.

Amit’s Perspective – Part 1

My name is Amit Roy. I’m just an ordinary middle-class guy working hard with the hope of making something of myself.

I struggled with a pornography addiction. Many of you will understand what I’m talking about. It started with videos, then moved to comics, and then stories.

Initially, it was primarily about the acts themselves, but my addiction escalated, and standard pornography wasn’t enough. I began searching for incest, NTR, swapping, and similar themes. It was a period I’m not particularly proud of.

Later, when I started college, I managed to control those urges. After all, I found myself a girlfriend. It was a good relationship that lasted three years before we broke up.

During my final years, I met Nikita. She was a freshman, and I fell for her instantly. It was love at first sight.

She was beautiful, intelligent, and funny – everything a man could want. Even after I graduated, we stayed together. I joined a private firm and began building my career.

After her graduation, she decided to pursue a teaching career. Her dream was to open her school, but in a metro city like Delhi, it was not an easy task.

We both came from middle-class families, so accumulating the necessary funds to invest in her dream was a significant problem.

Nevertheless, everything was going well. Our relationship was solid, our love life was good, our sex life was good – everything was stable. That is until I stumbled upon those erotic story websites again.

I read a story about a man seducing his friend’s wife. It was incredibly arousing and made me wonder what it would feel like to see your wife with another man. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts.

By then, I had achieved stability and was promoted to a management position, and Nikita was growing in her job. We told our parents about our relationship. Initially, they were opposed, but eventually, they accepted, and we got married.

At first, everything was fine, but gradually, we became consumed by our busy lives. Those sex stories, however, remained lodged in my mind, and I found myself drawn back to those websites, searching for increasingly explicit content.

It began to make me wonder what it would feel like to see my wife with another man. How would she react? Would she succumb to temptation and cheat on me? Or would she remain a loyal wife?

To dispel these intrusive thoughts, I decided a vacation would be beneficial. We hadn’t even had a honeymoon due to our hectic schedules.

I started searching for packages to Manali and stumbled upon an online broker offering a fantastic deal for a Manali tour. I immediately accepted the offer and paid him the money.

Everything was set. I was excited. I was finally going to spend some quality time with Nikita. We were going to a beautiful place, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. I imagined us hiking, exploring, and just enjoying each other’s company.

We arrived at the hotel, and that’s when things started to go wrong. The booking mix-up was a nightmare. Then, the tour operator vanished, leaving us stranded. It was incredibly frustrating, and I felt like an idiot. I should have been more careful.

Then Lucky showed up. I noticed him checking Nikita out, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him – she’s stunning. But seeing him look at her stirred a strange feeling within me, a mix of unease and a dark, unexpected excitement.

He noticed me noticing him, and to my surprise, instead of looking away, he approached. He was like a knight in shining armour, offering his room. At first, I was cautious, but he seemed sincere.

He was charming helpful, and Nikita seemed to trust him. And honestly, I was relieved. He took a lot of the pressure off my shoulders.

The next day, I tried the driver’s number the broker had given me, and it was unreachable. My heart sank. I feared telling Nikita I’d been fooled again.

I broke the news about the car bookings just before we were heading to breakfast. Nikita was understandably furious from yet another instance of my foolishness.

Luckily, we ran into Lucky again during breakfast. He offered to take us sightseeing, but before I could even respond, Nikita had already declined. Still, he gave me his number, telling us to call if we changed our minds.

Back in our room, we tried contacting several tour operators, but they were either unavailable or ridiculously expensive. Seeing the limited options, I suggested we reconsider Lucky’s offer.

Nikita was visibly annoyed by the suggestion but realised there was no other choice. She said she’d call Lucky herself, implying I’d probably mess it up.

I handed her his number, and she called, asking if we could join him. He immediately agreed. I couldn’t help but wonder how disastrous our trip would have been if we hadn’t met Lucky.

During our sightseeing trip, I managed to ease the tension between Nikita and me. Gradually, she began to enjoy our time together. I was relieved that things were finally improving. After we returned to the hotel, we freshened up, and I tried to initiate some intimacy with Nikita.

Now that she wasn’t upset anymore, we could have quick sex before dinner – it was our honeymoon, after all. But she playfully delayed, promising a special surprise after dinner. This only heightened my anticipation.

As we headed for dinner, we decided to invite Lucky as a gesture of thanks for his earlier kindness. We managed to secure a good table in the hall from where we could enjoy the live music. Moments later, Lucky arrived, his presence radiating an easy confidence. He approached our table with a warm smile.

He asked if we would drink, and then he insisted on ordering drinks. Initially, I declined, but when he ordered Chivas Regal 18, I was momentarily stunned. It was an expensive scotch, not something you’d drink every day. Nikita had a similar reaction when he ordered some fancy wine.

We enjoyed drinks with him and then moved to the bonfire area. We talked about our jobs, families, and dreams. Lucky came from a wealthy family and was a successful businessman. He owned multiple factories and real estate.

The scotch was excellent, and it hit me pretty hard. I felt the need to use the restroom and asked Nikita for the hotel room key. I left her with Lucky and went to the bathroom.

While I was urinating, a strange thought popped into my head. What if Lucky made a move on Nikita, and they had sex? How erotic would that be?

The mere thought of this fantasy caused my penis to harden. I suppressed the urge to jerk myself off and calmed down. I was confident Nikita was a woman who would never betray me.

I finished and headed back towards the bonfire. But just before I reached them, my legs stopped. I was curious what they were doing alone. So, silently, I moved closer and peeked at them.

What I saw shocked me to my core. I didn’t know how to react. My heart was pounding. All the alcohol-induced fuzziness vanished. I saw Lucky’s hands on her lap, and they were whispering. Moments later, they were kissing. Nikita was responding passionately.

I quietly backed away and made some noise to alert them to my presence. When I walked towards them, Lucky was his usual charming and confident self, but Nikita’s face was flushed.

I approached them, trying to maintain a sense of composure, though my insides were a churning mess. The image of their kiss, the way Nikita’s hands had been tangled in Lucky’s hair, replayed in my mind like a cruel, distorted film.

But at the same time, there was a thought at the back of my head, “What would have happened if I had not approached them when I did? What would have happened?”

I could clearly see Nikita’s flushed cheeks, so I asked if everything was alright. They both pretended nothing had happened. I told them I was feeling sleepy and suggested to Nikita that we should go back to the room.

Once we were back, I didn’t initiate any conversation and went straight to bed. I lay there, eyes closed, but the image of Nikita and Lucky kissing was burned into my mind. I couldn’t shake it. I wondered why Nikita would betray me. “Was it the alcohol? Yes, that must be it”, I told myself.

Later that night, I noticed Nikita was texting someone. Without even asking, I knew it was Lucky.

A mix of anger and excitement surged through me. Am I the kind of man who gets aroused by the thought of his wife with another man? What was this feeling? I needed to understand it. I decided to sleep on it and confront these thoughts in the morning.

The next morning, I found him again in the banquet area. Lucky was at his usual spot, having breakfast.

I pretended like the previous night never happened, acting as if I’d been heavily drunk. I noticed the visible tension between Nikita and Lucky. Even though I should have avoided him, I suggested we visit the nearby temple together.

Lucky initially declined, but for some inexplicable reason, I insisted he join us. I must have been out of my mind that day. How foolish could I have been? But that strange excitement was overriding my common sense.

Throughout the day, I observed Lucky subtly touching Nikita and whispering to her. For some reason, it made my heart race. I felt a rush of blood to my penis. I was becoming increasingly aroused.

Once we returned to the hotel, Nikita told me that Lucky had offered to invest in her dream of opening a school. I was stunned. Could this be the reason Nikita betrayed me? Did she want to fulfil her dream and realise I might never be able to help her?

Lucky, on the other hand, was a successful businessman who could easily invest in her plans. The thought of what Nikita wanted to cloud my judgment. Maybe I should have paid closer attention to her, or maybe I was just curious to see how things would unfold.

Was Lucky manipulating Nikita into sleeping with him? Or was he genuinely interested in investing in her idea?

I suggested she accept the offer, which she strongly disliked, and we argued. We took the argument to the banquet hall, where Lucky was sitting, and continued there.

Then, Lucky suggested we move to his room to continue the discussion. This was the biggest mistake of my life.

I shouldn’t have agreed. But the porn addict within me wanted to see what would happen next.

Lucky ordered drinks for us, the same ones from the previous night. We drank and discussed the investment Lucky was offering.

At one point, he openly began flirting with Nikita, and I didn’t react. Why was I doing that? The mere thought of Lucky seducing her aroused me.

Finally, Nikita agreed that they would discuss the terms and conditions once they were back in Delhi.

After that, I lost control and started drinking far more than I could handle. I was trying to distract myself by talking about my life stories and cracking jokes. Maybe I was beginning to regret the choices I’d made. My head felt heavy, and I was losing focus.

I asked Lucky if I could rest on his bed, and he helped me lie down. I immediately passed out.

When I finally regained consciousness, I noticed Lucky and Nikita were gone. For a moment, I wondered where they’d gone. Then, I heard a moaning sound coming from the balcony. I recognised that voice. It was Nikita.

My heart pounded in my chest, a sickening mix of dread and twisted, perverse anticipation. I felt a cold sweat break out across my forehead. I wanted to look, to confirm my worst fears, but I was also terrified of what I might see.

I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling. I moved to the balcony window, my hand shaking as I parted the curtains. I hesitated, then silently created a small gap to peer through.

The scene before me was like a fever dream. Nikita was naked, and Lucky was between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. The sounds of their passion filled the air. Her moans were loud enough to both repulse and excite me.

I watched, frozen in place, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Anger, betrayal, lust, shame – they all mixed, creating a toxic cocktail that threatened to overwhelm me.

I wanted to scream, to tear them apart. But I couldn’t move. I was trapped, a helpless spectator in my twisted fantasy.

Lucky stood and kissed Nikita. He then grabbed her shoulders, pushed her to her knees, and began unbuttoning his pants. What shocked me was that Nikita was the one who slid his pants and underwear down, then took his penis into her mouth.

I remembered how she’d always refused to perform blowjob on me, claiming she disliked it. Yet, here she was, sucking on another man’s penis like a slut.

My breath hitched. A strange, detached arousal gripped me. The sight of my wife, naked and kneeling, servicing another man, was both horrifying and disturbingly thrilling.

I backed away from the window, closing the curtains silently. I stumbled back to the bed, my mind reeling. A wave of nausea, a burning shame, threatened to consume me.

Then I heard them opening the door. I turned to the other side of the bed, pretending to sleep. I felt Nikita sit on the edge of the mattress, and I knew what was about to happen. Though my eyes were closed, I could hear them clearly.

When Nikita asked Lucky to use a condom, my heart sank. How could she so readily accept another man? But Lucky’s response was even more shocking. He had no intention of using any protection. He was going to fuck my wife without any protection, and Nikita seemed perfectly fine with it.

I couldn’t bear it. I shifted, hoping they’d stop. But the next sound I heard was a moan escaping Nikita’s lips.

It was too late. I lay there, my wife being pounded by another man right beside me. What had I done? How had I allowed this to happen? Was it my fault? Had my twisted desires manifested in this horrifying reality?

I shifted again, a desperate, silent plea for them to cease. But their moans were getting louder, and rhythmic slaps of skin against skin were filling the room.

I felt a profound sense of loneliness, a deep, aching emptiness. I had lost Nikita, not just to another man but to my dark fantasies.

The next thing I knew, Lucky cum inside Nikita, and she didn’t seem to mind at all. After that, they went to the bathroom and had sex again. I could hear their moans clearly. Then, they went to the balcony and had sex once more.

By now, I was numb to it all. What angered me the most was my erection. How could I be aroused while my wife was being pounded by another man right next to me? I felt utterly degraded. But that night, I realised something: I had been cuckolded, and surprisingly, I liked it.

As dawn approached, I noticed they finally stopped, and Nikita left the room. Silence descended, but it was a tense silence, the rustling sound of fabric and the soft click of a keyboard. Then, I heard Nikita’s moans again. But this time, it was through a speaker.

He recorded everything. He fucked my wife and recorded the entire thing. That meant he knew I was pretending to sleep the entire time. I was paralysed, unsure how to react, so I continued the act.

I couldn’t sleep a wink. I spent the rest of the night listening to the recorded sounds of my wife’s pleasure, her moans a constant, agonising reminder of my humiliation.

When the sun finally rose, I pretended to wake up. Lucky had closed the recording and placed his laptop on the bed. I silently prayed he wouldn’t upload it online. I apologised for passing out on his bed and left his room.

Back in our room, Nikita was asleep, her lips still swollen from Lucky’s kisses. There were love bites visible on her neck. An unexpected wave of eroticism washed over me, a strange and unsettling arousal.

Yet, I remained frozen, paralysed by a mix of fear and a perverse fascination. I lay beside her, the images of her encounter replaying in my mind until sleep claimed me.

When I awoke, I learned Lucky was returning to Indore. I was relieved. Finally, this twisted ordeal would be over. But Nikita seemed disappointed.

A strange mix of relief and a gnawing unease settled within me. I should have been overjoyed, celebrating the end of this humiliating chapter. Yet, a part of me felt…empty. The anticipation, the forbidden thrill of watching my wife with another man, had become a twisted comfort.

As planned, we spent one more day in Manali, exploring the area. The only difference was Lucky’s absence. He had arranged a car for us so that we could explore the place.

Throughout the day, I noticed Nikita was glued to her phone, texting and smiling. Whenever I asked about it, she’d dismissively say it was an old-school friend and change the subject.

That night, a raw, almost desperate desire consumed me. After two nights in Manali, I craved the intimacy I felt was owed to me, my wife’s touch. The vivid memory of Lucky and Nikita together, a twisted fuel, drove my desire to make her moan. I fucked her with a raw intensity.

But she seemed distant, her responses mechanical. I could tell she was faking it, and the realisation angered me. I increased my intensity, but I couldn’t hold back for long and cummed within a few minutes.

As I lay beside her, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions battled within me. I gathered my courage, a fragile shield against the growing unease, and spoke. “Nikita, you don’t have to accept Lucky’s offer,” I said, my voice laced with hesitation. “I mean, we don’t need his help.”

She turned her head, her gaze piercing, and stared at me for a long, unsettling moment. “Something wrong, Amit?” she replied, her voice cool and measured. “I believe it was you who told me that I should accept this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

A cold knot tightened in my stomach. “I… I just meant we should consider all our options,” I stammered, my voice faltering under her steady gaze. “Maybe we can find another way to fund your school. We don’t have to rely on him.”

Nikita’s expression remained unchanged, a mask of cool indifference. “And what other options do we have, Amit?” she asked, her voice laced with a subtle challenge. “We both know our families can’t help. And after what happened with the broker, I’m not exactly keen on trusting strangers with our savings.”

Her words stung, a sharp reminder of my recent failures. “I know,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I messed up. But I’ll make it up to you. I’ll find a way.”

“Find a way how, Amit?” she pressed, her voice rising slightly. “By working even longer hours? By taking on more debt? You know how much this school means to me. It’s my dream. And Lucky is offering me a chance to make that dream a reality.”

“But at what cost, Nikita?” I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation. “Don’t you see what’s happening? He’s manipulating you. He’s using your dream to get what he wants.”

“And what exactly does he want, Amit?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “Are you suggesting he’s trying to seduce me?”

A wave of heat flushed my cheeks. “I… I don’t know,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. “But something doesn’t feel right. He’s too generous, too helpful. It’s suspicious.”

Nikita let out a dry laugh. “Suspicious? Amit, you’re paranoid. He’s a successful businessman. He’s used to dealing with people. He’s simply being professional.”

A heavy silence descended upon us. Even as the forbidden image of her with Lucky stirred excitement within me, a primal fear of losing her was taking over me. I was trapped between my twisted desires and the desperate hope of saving our relationship.

“I apologise; my words were too cold,” Nikita said softly, the harshness reducing in her voice. “But please understand, everything I’m doing is for us, for our future. We can discuss this further once we’ve returned to Delhi.”

A sense of relief washed over me. The woman I loved, the woman I believed I knew, was still present. “Okay, Nikita,” I replied, my voice a low murmur. “But please, just remember that I am always there for you. I will find another path if things don’t work out with Lucky.”

A delicate kiss brushed my lips, a gesture that offered a sliver of hope. Then, with a quiet grace, Nikita retreated to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my conflicting emotions.

For some reason, her phone caught my eye. I cautiously picked it up and unlocked it. I opened her WhatsApp, and Lucky’s name was at the top of her chat list.

The fragile sense of relief I had felt moments before was gone, leaving behind a chilling void.

Yeh jo main kahani sunane jaa raha hu woh mere dost Vaibhav ki hai. Uske papa ki death 2015 mein ho gayi thi. Uske ghar mein uski behen aur uski mummy thi. Uski behen abhi choti thi aur Vaibhav ki umar us waqt 23 saal thi.

Uski mummy ki age us waqt 44 saal ki thi. Uski mummy dekhne mein bohut hot aur sundar thi. Height lagbhag 5-foot 4-inch thi. Unka rang gora tha aur woh bohut sexy lagti thi.

Vaibhav ke papa government job mein the to yeh job unki mummy ko mil gayi. Woh bohut sidhi aur sanskari housewife thi. Lekin Vaibhav ne bataya unke ghar ke bagal mein ek uncle aaye the naye naye. Unki wife ki death ho chuki thi.

Woh uncle bohut jyada handsome aur muscular body wale the. Woh chhat par ros exercise karte. Aur Vaibhav ki mummy chhat par us waqt kapde dalne aati thi. Woh uncle Vaibhav ki mummy ko bohut gandi tarah se dekhte the.

Uncle ka naam Rajesh Singh hai aur woh ex-army officer the. Unki height lagbhag 6 foot 4 inch thi. Uncle ki body itni attractive thi ki Vaibhav ki mummy ko shayad unpar crush ho gaya tha.

Unke exercise ke time par woh chhat par roz kapde dalne jaati thi. Maine unko ek baar aise karte dekha. Ek din maine Vaibhav ko party dene ke naam par khud sharab pilaya aur pucha, “Teri mummy ko tere samne wale uncle par crush hai kya.”

Pehele toh woh kuch nahi bola. Baad mein usne bola ki, “Shayad haa kyoki meri mummy unke baare mein bohut khush hokar baat karti hai. Aur unke chhat par aane ke baad hi chhat par jaati hai.”

Maine yeh sab sunne ke baad Vaibhav ko samjhaya, “Dekh bhai, teri mummy ko bhi haq hai dobara zindagi shuru karni ka. Unke office mein maine dekha ki tumhari mummy par ek se ek aadmi line marte hai. Par woh kisi par dhyan nahi deti. Lekin woh Rajesh uncle par dhyan deti hai iska koi karan toh hoga naa.”

Usne apne man ki baat us waqt mujshe bol di. Usne bola, “Dekh bhai, Rajesh uncle bhi meri mummy mein bohut interested hai. Kyuki unki wife ko mare 13 saal ho gaya tha. Isliye unko bhi sex karne ki bhuk thi aur meri mummy ko bhi. Kyoki mere papa ko mare bohut time ho chuka hai.”

Usne mujhe bataya ki woh khud chahta tha ki Rajesh uncle uski mummy ko chode. Par woh soch nahi paa raha tha ki yeh sab kaise hoga. Main chahta tha ki uski mummy Rajesh uncle ki randi aur rakhel ban jaaye.

Toh maine usko suggest kiya ki woh uncle se dosti kare pehele. Maine bhi Vaibhav ka saath diya aur Rajesh uncle aur Vaibhav ki dosti ho gayi. Ab ek din Rajesh uncle uski mummy ki baat kar rahe the. Tab hi Vaibhav ne uncle ko bola ki, “Aap aur mummy ek din ek dusra ke bohut close aa jaye.” Uncle ne pucha, “Matlab?” Vaibhav ne kaha, “Uncle please aap natak mat kariye. Main jaanta hu ki aap meri mummy ke saath sex karna chahte hai.”

Yeh sunn kar uncle shock hue par fir thodi der mein bole, “Yaar sach bolu toh itne jagah main raha hu lekin teri mummy ko dekhe ke baad hi mujhe usko chodne ka maan kiya.”

Vaibhav ne Rajesh uncle se bola, “Aap Monday ko ghar mein hi hoge aur main bahar chala jaauga. Us din koi holiday hai toh meri mummy ghar par akele rahegi.”

Uske baad Vaibhav ne apni mummy ko bataya ki Rajesh uncle shaam ko ghar aa rahe hai. Yeh sunte hi uski mummy khush ho gayi aur boli. “Kitne baje?” Vaibhav ne bola, “7 baje. Khana khane ayenge toh kuch acha banana.”

Toh Vaibhav ki mummy ne chicken banaya bohut acha bana tha. Maine Vaibhav ko call karke bola ki woh mummy ke bedroom mein camera laga de aur koi naa koi bahana karke chala aaye. Vaibhav apni mummy ko bola ki usko mujhse kuch kaam hai aur waha se chala gaya.

Usne hall mein bhi camera lagaya tha. Yaha se hum dono woh sab dekhne baithe the. Fir thodi der mein Rajesh uncle aaye. Vaibhav ki mummy ne gate khola uncle blue shirt mein the aur Vaibhav ki mummy black saree mein.

Dono ek dusre ke saath bohut jyada hot lag rahe the. Vaibhav ki mummy ne unko andar bulaya. Dono mein thodi der baat hui. Uske baad uncle ne uski mummy ko piche se pakad liya aur unke boobs dabane lage.

Thodi der baad uski mummy unke gale se lag gayi. Aisa lag raha tha dono tadap rahe the ek dusre ke liye. Uske baad uncle ne uski mummy ko kiss karne lage. Woh dono bohut jyada hot lag rahe the kiss karte hue.

Kiss lagbhag 10-minute tak dono ka chala. Uske baad uncle ne uski mummy ko god mein uthaya aur bedroom mein le jaa kar bed par patak diya. Aur apni shirt nikali. Unki body dekhi. Kya muscular body thi unki.

Maine bola Vaibhav se, “Aaj toh teri mummy ko yeh uncle pura chod kar kha jaayega.” Uske baad uncle ne uski mummy ke saare kapde nikal diya aur uski mummy ke boobs pine lage.

Thodi der baad uncle niche aaye aur chut ka pani peene lage. Uske baad unhone uski mummy ko apna lund chusaya. Uncle ka lund bohut mota aur lamba tha. Vaibhav ki mummy unka lund chus kar thoda saa uncle ka maal nikal diya.

Uske baad uncle ne unki chut mein ungli ki aur baad mein apna thuk laga kar apna lund unki chut par set kiya. Pehele thoda saa dhakka diya. Fir zor se dhakka dene ke baad uncle ka pura lund unki chut ke andar chala gaya.

Vaibhav ki mummy ki chikh nikal aayi. Lekin Rajesh uncle ab uski mummy ko chode bina chhodte nahi. Ab uncle ne unki chudai shuru kar di. Vaibhav ki mummy ke chut se khoon bhene laga aur woh dard se chilla rahi thi.

Rajesh uncle ne bola, “Saali randi pehele kabhi nahi chudwai hai kya jo natak kar rahi hai?” Woh bohut gandi tarah se uski mummy ko chod rahe the jaise unhone bohut din se apni hawas nahi mitai ho.

Uske baad Rajesh uncle ne uski mummy ko ulta leta kar unki gaand mein apna lund dala. Unka lund gaand mein jaate hi unhone kaha, “Piche se mat karo bohut jyada dard hoga. Maine kabhi yeh nahi kiya.”

Tab Rajesh uncle ne bola, “Chup saali aaj tak nahi kiya toh ab karuga. Aaj teri gaand marunga ache se.” Fir unhone aggresive tarah se 15 minute tak gaand mari. Woh chilla chilla kar ro rahi thi, fir unko bhi maza aane laga.

Uske baad Rajesh uncle unki gaand mein jhad gaye. Aur dono pasine se bhige hue ek dusre se lipat kar so gaye. Yeh sab humne dekh kar muth marne chale gye.

Fir Vaibhav ne kaha, “Aisi chudai maine aaj tak nahi dekhi thi kabhi. Aaj Rajesh uncle ne meri mummy ko randi bana kar chod diya.” Maine usse bola, “Aaj tu ghar mat jaa. Rajesh uncle aur apni mummy ko pura waqt de woh dono puri raat chudai kare.”

Woh maan gaya aur mere saath ek rental flat par ruk gaya. Mera ghar hote hue main apne ghar isliye nahi jaa raha tha kyoki mere ghar par santosh uncle aaye the. Aur woh meri mummy ko randi bana kar chod rahe the.

Hum dono ki maa dusre mard se chud rahi thi yeh dekh kar hum dono ko maza bohut jyada aa raha tha. Us raat Rajesh uncle ne Vaibhav ki mummy ko puri raat choda aur aisa mauka Vaibhav baar baar Rajesh uncle ko deta raha.

Fir ek din wohi baat hui jo mere ghar hui thi. Vaibhav ki mummy pregnant ho gayi. Rajesh uncle ne unko dusre seher le jaa kar unka abortion karwa diya.  Mere ghar par bhi santosh uncle ne meri mummy ko pregnant kiya tha aur baad mein abortion karwaya.

Ab Vaibhav ki mummy Rajesh uncle ke lund ki pyasi ban gayi. Rajesh uncle ne uski mummy ko apni rakhel bana liya aur har din mauka milte hi randi bana kar chodte the.

Hi, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re all doing well. For the past 5 years, I’ve enjoyed reading stories. Today, I want to share my own recent experience with one of my office colleagues.

About me: My name is Abhishek. I’m 24 years old, 5’7”, fair, thin, and fit. I work as a software engineer in an MNC in Bangalore. I’ve been with this company for three years now.

About her: Reeya (name changed). She’s 4’5” tall, dusky, thin, and effortlessly cute, with a charm that’s hard to ignore. While I’m an ambivert who struggles to start conversations, she’s the exact opposite—an extrovert who lights up every room she enters.

For six months after she joined as my junior, our interactions were minimal, mostly limited to exchanging “hi” and “bye” in passing. But one day, things changed.

It was a regular day at work, and Reeya happened to sit in the cubicle next to mine. I didn’t pay much attention at first and continued working. But soon, I could feel her eyes on me—soft, curious, and persistent. Every few minutes, she’d glance my way, her cute little eyes sparkling with mischief.

I pretended not to notice and stayed glued to my screen, but inside, I felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.  Later that day, a colleague stopped by my desk to discuss plans for a marriage we were attending. After he left, Reeya called my name.

It was the first time she’d initiated a proper conversation with me. I turned to her, and she asked if she could join us for the wedding. Caught off guard, I said, “Okay.” I gave her my number and told her to contact me about the details.

On the day of the wedding, we agreed to meet at a common spot. When I arrived, I called her to check if she’d reached. As I turned around, there she was, standing in a light green half-saree. Her eyes glowing brighter than ever, her smile effortlessly radiant.

She had just the right touch of makeup. At that moment, she looked nothing short of divine—like a piece of heaven walking on Earth. I stood there, completely mesmerized. It wasn’t just her beauty that struck me but the way she carried herself with such grace and ease.

She waved at me, snapping me out of my trance. “You look gorgeous in this dress,” I managed to say, my voice slightly shaky.  She blushed, a soft pink spreading across her dusky cheeks, and smiled.

“Thank you,” she said. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she added, “Wow, someone finally noticed me after six months in the office.”  Her wit caught me off guard, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. But instead of feeling awkward, we both burst out laughing.

We booked a cab, and soon, my other colleague joined us. On the way to the marriage venue, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Reeya. She was glowing, her charm impossible to ignore.

The wedding was a grand affair, with a lavish spread of food. While the other colleagues mingled, Reeya and I found ourselves engrossed in a light-hearted discussion about which snacks to choose. She had impeccable taste. I admired how effortlessly she blended elegance with playfulness.

As we joined the others to sample the snacks, I was lost in her eyes. She noticed and gave me a subtle glance, her eyes darting around to remind me that people surrounded us. But I couldn’t help myself—I was drawn to her every movement.

Suddenly, she began hiccuping. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass of water from my colleague and handed it to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes locking onto mine. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Then, leaning closer to my ear, she added in a low, seductive tone, “Don’t set me on fire with that smouldering gaze in public.” Before I could respond, she shifted the conversation to something else, loud enough for others to hear, keeping things discreet.

As the evening wound down, everyone decided to head home. We got back into the cab, with my other colleague taking the front seat, chatting endlessly about the wedding. Reeya and I sat in the back, the space between us charged with unspoken tension.

While responding to my colleague’s chatter with half-hearted replies, I let my hand inch toward hers. When our hands touched, a shy smile spread across her lips. She didn’t pull away. Encouraged, I lightly pressed her hand, letting my fingers linger for a moment before moving down to her thigh.

She shifted slightly but didn’t resist. Instead, she coughed softly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, and placed her handbag over my hand, shielding our connection from the front seat. My colleague kept talking, oblivious to the quiet electricity sparking between us.

I continued my hand gently exploring, pressing her thigh with slow, teasing movements. Her breathing became uneven, her chest rising and falling as she tried to maintain composure. Her lips parted slightly, and she bit down softly, trying to stifle the sighs threatening to escape.

I intentionally avoided going too far, letting my touch linger just enough to tease her. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body tense with anticipation. I could feel the warmth radiating from her, her every reaction making my pulse quicken.

When we reached my colleague’s stop, he turned to ask if he should stay to drop her off. I quickly assured him, “It’s fine. I’ll drop her and head home.” He nodded and got out, leaving us alone.

The silence in the cab was thick with unspoken desire. For the first time, I turned to face her completely, my eyes meeting hers. She looked down, shy yet unable to hide the faint smile playing on her lips.  I leaned in slightly, my voice low and steady. “You’re not making this easy for me, you know.”

She finally looked up, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of shyness and undeniable passion. The car slowed as we neared her home, but the night had only just begun.  As the cab pulled up to her building, I told Reeya, “I’ll head back home now.”

I didn’t want to appear too eager and wanted to be sure she was comfortable with how the evening was unfolding. She paused for a moment, then gently placed her hand on mine. With a soft smile, she asked, “Would you like to come up and have some coffee?”

Her touch was warm, her eyes inviting. I glanced at my watch and nodded. “Sure,” I said, paying the cab fare as we headed inside.  Her flat was cosy, with soft lighting that made the space feel intimate. She handed me a bottle of water. I took a sip, watching as she moved effortlessly around the room.

“It was such a great day,” she said, her voice light. “How about we have a beer to wrap it up?”  I agreed, and soon, she returned with four bottles and a few snacks. She switched on Netflix and picked a romantic movie. It turned out it had its fair share of intimate scenes.

We finished our beers, the alcohol loosening our nerves. As the movie progressed, a steamy lip-lock scene came on screen. Our eyes met, holding each other’s gaze. Neither of us spoke, but the charged silence said more than words ever could.  I leaned in, brushing her cheek with a soft kiss.

She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. I kissed her eyes next, savouring the way her eyelashes fluttered against my lips. Then, slowly, I let my lips travel to her ear, teasingly nibbling the soft skin. I had found her weak spot when I felt her shiver.

Her breath quickened. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, her touch demanding yet tender. I let my lips graze her neck, kissing along the curve, lingering where her pulse raced. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her body arching toward mine.

I kissed the hollow of her throat, moving upward. Instead of claiming her lips immediately, I teased her, kissing just below her mouth, then her nose, and finally her flushed cheeks. She let out a soft, needy sigh, her body responding to every deliberate touch.

The tension between us built like a rising wave, each kiss drawing us closer to the edge. In that passionate moment, I put one hand on her left breast over her blouse and the other on her neck. She moaned as I deepened our kiss, exchanging saliva and tangling tongues.

Our first kiss lasted thirty minutes, with us savouring each moment of discovery. I moved my hand to her sari’s opening and undid it. Reeya stood before me, radiant in her lehenga and blouse. I slowly undressed her, tore her blouse, lifted her and took her to her room.

She sat on the bed, her beauty leaving me breathless. I tore off her bra, leaving her semi-nude with perfectly formed breasts. Feeling like a lion without food, I dove in and took her left breast in my mouth, pressing her other breast softly. Our lips and bodies tangled in the heat of our passionate embrace.

I playfully nibbled on her nipple with my teeth while pressing my hand against her other breast. Moving between both of her breasts, I held one in my hand as I licked and teased the other. Her moans filled the entire room. Then, I moved to explore her underarms, savouring her unique scent that intoxicated me.

She seemed particularly sensitive in this area, so I continued to lick and tease her. Slowly, I made my way down to her collarbone and gently licked it.
I then trailed my tongue towards her navel area, slowly teasing around it without actually kissing it.

She pressed my head closer to her navel, urging me with moans and shouts of my name. I could feel how much she wanted me. She removed her lehnga and stood before me in just a panty, glistening with sweat and arousal. Her panties were soaked with her juices, making me ache for her even more.

Starting at her toes, I gave kisses all the way up to her inner thighs. I avoided going too close to her pussy, teasing her further. We were both lost in our world, aching for each other’s touch. She begged me not to tease her anymore. I slowly removed her panty, revealing herself completely to me.

In return, she took off my pants and boxers. Revealing my 6-inch tool, standing erect and ready to give her pleasure beyond imagination. She couldn’t wait any longer. She gave a loving peck on the tip of my dick before lying back on the bed and spreading her legs.

She told me it was her first time and asked me to be gentle and slow. This made me love and respect her even more for trusting me with something so precious. I promised to make sure she felt no pain. I started by passionately kissing around her pussy area before lightly touching my lips to her pussy.

I then teasingly licked her pussy, savouring her intoxicating aroma and eagerly exploring every inch of her. With my tongue deep inside of her, I brought her to the brink of orgasm. She moaned and trembled beneath me. Finally, with one powerful moan, she climaxed, and my face was covered in her sweet juices.

I made sure to lick her clean and saw the expression of satisfaction in her eyes.
After letting her rest for a few minutes, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. As soon as I returned, she opened her arms to welcome me. I walked towards her, and our lips met, my arousal pulsing against her entrance.

While kissing her, I slid one finger inside her tight pussy and started to finger fuck her. She was incredibly tight, so I added another finger slowly. It was easier for them to slide in, thanks to her previous orgasm. Then, I positioned myself above her.

I began to rub my dick against her pussy instead of entering her just yet. She politely asked me to stop teasing and finally insert myself. As I massaged her breasts, I tried to push my way in but encountered some resistance. With slow and steady movements, I managed to get my dickhead inside.

I kissed her while gently squeezing her boobs. Once she had relaxed a bit, I carefully pushed further in until only the head of my dick remained outside. Tears streamed down her face. But I licked them away and reassured her that it would be alright.

Continuing to kiss her deeply and play with her breasts, I gradually entered deeper until half of my length was inside of her. Moving slowly at first, I watched as pain and pleasure danced in her eyes. When she seemed more comfortable, I began increasing my pace.

The room echoed with the sound of our bodies slapping together. In the midst of our passionate lovemaking, she had a second orgasm. We took a brief break for her to recover before I asked if she had any fantasies or preferred positions. She said she wanted to try doggy style, so we switched positions.

I slid into her from behind. The feeling was intense for both of us – she moaned loudly. I held onto her breasts tightly and thrust faster and harder. We continued for a while until we were both about to reach climax. She told me she wanted me to finish in her and promised she would take an I-pill afterwards.

With that encouragement, I began to thrust even harder and faster, spanking her ass. I fucked her until we both reached orgasm. Our juices mixed and spilt out of her pussy as I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside her. With a heavy, blissful look in her eyes, she thanked me for showing her such pleasure.

She said it was the best day of her life. We kissed again before continuing our passionate lovemaking throughout the night. We tried every position we could think of – in the shower, on the kitchen countertop, and the sofa.

The next afternoon, I left to go back to my room, feeling like it had been one of the best days of my life as well. And for her, it was the best day ever. She’ll never forget it and will always be grateful to me for that. I’ve made my angel a woman. I’m so lucky and thankful to have been the one she chose.

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Hello ISS readers, mera name Shubh hai, aur main Ahmedabad mein rehta hu. Ye meri first story hai is site par. So zaroor batana kaisi lagi, aur suggestion bhi dena.

So first of all mere baare mein batau to meri age 28 years hai, and I am married. Meri body thodi thick hai, aur mere dick ka size 6 inch hai. So ab story pe aata hu.

Ye baat tab ki hai, jab main unke ghar meri wife ke baby shower ka invitation card dene gaya tha. Waise wo 3 log rehte hai mama, mami, aur unka beta. Teeno job karte hai, aur mami ki chutti ke din main wahan gaya tha.

Meri mami waise to 45 years ki hai, par wo lagti 35 ki hai. Unka bhara hua jism mujhe pehle se hi bahut pasand hai. Unka figure kareeb 42-44-46 hoga. Unki aur meri pehle se hi achi banti hai.

So jab main card dene gaya, to pata chala mama aur mera cousin job gaye the, aur mami ghar par akeli thi. Main gaya, to unhone mujhe bithaya aur paani deke kitchen mein chale gaye. Main bas unhi ko ghoore jaa raha tha. Unhone tight patli salwar, aur long kurti pehni hui thi. Unko dekh kar hi main horny ho gaya.

Fir jab mami mere pas baithi, to mujhe laga unko baaton se patata hu, shayad maan jaye. Fir main unse bola-

Main: Mami aap aaj to bahut must lag rahe ho. Mama to aapko chhodhte hi nahi honge.

Mami boli: Kya batau, wo mujh par dhyan hi nahi dete. Raat ko thak kar so jaate hai.

Main bola: Mera bhi aisa hi hai. Wo (meri wife) bhi pregnant hai, to kuch karne ko nahi milta.

Mami samaj gayi mera ishara kis taraf tha. Wo uth kar apne kamre mein chali gayi, aur main unke peeche-peeche chala gaya. Wo mere aage thi. Fir maine unko peeche se kass kar pakad liya, aur kaha-

Main: Mami please ek baar mere andar ki garmi ko shant kar do.

Ye bolte maine unke gale ke peeche kiss karne laga. Wo bhi garam ho rahi thi, aur wo mere saamne mudi aur kaha-

Mami: Main bhi kab se tadap rahi hu.

Fir kya tha. Main to mami par toot pada. Maine apne lips unke lips par rakh diye, aur zor-zor se kiss karne laga. Fir meri jeebh unke muh ke andar daal kar unki jeebh ko suck karne laga. 15 minute tak aise hi kiss karte rahe.

Fir main bed par baith gaya. Wo mere saamne kapde utaarne lagi. Wo mere saamne sirf bra aur panty mein thi. Unka gora badan dekh kar mujhse raha nahi gaya. Wo mere saamne aayi, aur main unke bade-bade boobs ko dabaye jaa raha tha. Fir unhone bra khol di, aur mere saamne unke bade-bade do watermelons jaise boobs the.

Mujhse control nahi hua, aur sataak se main ek boob ko muh mein leke choosne laga. Wo bhi dheere-dheere awaaze nikaal rahi thi. Fir maine unko bed par litaya. Uske baad apne saare kapde utaare. Main unke saamne poora nanga khada ho gaya. Mera dick dekh kar wo bahut khush ho gayi.

Fir wo turant uthi, aur mera dick apne muh mein leke choosne lagi. Wo bahut ache se choos rahi thi. Main apna dick poora andar-baahar kar raha tha. Unke muh se poora thook neeche tapak raha tha. Fir maine unka sir pakda, aur poora lund unke muh mein andar-baahar karne laga. Aise kareeb 10 minute tak kiya.

Fir unko maine doggy style mein bitha diya. Lund waise bhi geela tha, aur unki chut bhi geeli ho chuki thi. Fir maine lund ka topa unke chut par rakha, aur 1 jhatke mein poora lund andar daal diya. Wo thodi chilla uthi. Fir main dheere-dheere unhe chodne laga.

Uske baad maine speed badhayi, aur wo bhi maze se moan karne lagi. Ab main unhe kutiya bana kar chod raha tha. Unhe aise peeche se chudta dekh kar bahut horny ho gaya tha. Kyunki unki badi gaand bahut hi sexy lag rahi thi.

Kareeb 15 minute tak unhe doggy-style mein choda, aur ab mere nikalne wala tha. To unhone muh mein daalne ko kaha. Fir maine lund chut se nikaal kar unke muh mein de diya. Wo zor-zor se lund choosne lagi, aur thodi der baad mere lund ka saara paani unke muh mein chhodh diya. Wo saara pee gayi, aur bahut khush ho gayi. Lekin mujhe abhi chain nahi aaya tha. Mujhe to unki badi gaand maarni thi.

Fir wo baathroom mein gayi, aur hamne ek-doosre ko saaf kiya. Uske baad hum room mein aa gaye. Maine unse kaha-

Main: Mami mujhe aapki gaand maarni hai.

To wo boli: Nahi maine abhi tak gaand nahi marwayi hai.

Lekin mere dimag mein to bas unki gaand maarne ka bhoot sawaar tha. Maine unhe manaya. Fir wo hichkichate hue maan gayi. Uske baad maine unko doggy-style mein bed par bithaya. Ab main apna muh unke 2 bade-bade kulhon ke paas le gaya. Kasam se kya bade-bade aur mulayam chutad the mami ke.

Main dono par baari-baari se kiss karne laga. Fir dono par jeebh ferne laga. Mami ko bhi bahut maza aa raha tha. Fir main apna muh unki gaand ke hole ke paas le gaya. Kya must gulabi hole tha, aur gaand ek-dum saaf thi.

Fir maine wahan kiss ki, aur apni jeebh nikaal kar unke hole ko chaatne laga. Mami jaise pagal si ho gayi. Wo bahut moan kar rahi thi. Fir maine apni jeebh unki gaand ke hole ke andar daal di aur andar-baahar ghumane laga. Wo siskiyan bhare jaa rahi thi.

Wo boli: Ab mujhse raha nahi jaa raha, jaldi lund daal do andar.

Maine oil liya, unke hole pe lagaya, aur mere lund pe bhi lagaya. Fir lund ka topa gaand ke chhed pe set kiya. Uske baad thoda sa dhakka lagaya, to topa andar chala gaya. Mami cheekhne lagi, lekin maine himmat karke fir se 1 zor se dhakka maara to poora lund mami ki gaand ke andar chala gaya.

Mami chilla rahi thi. Lekin main to unki gaand maare jaa raha tha. Dheere-dheere wo bhi enjoy karne lagi aur boli-

Mami: Aaj faad de meri gaand. Kutiya bana ke chod de mujhe.

Main zor-zor se chode jaa raha tha unhe, aur beech-beech mein gaand pe thappad bhi maare jaa raha tha. Unke dono chutad thappad se laal kar diye maine.

Fir aise hi zor-zor se 10 minute tak unko doggy-style mein chodta raha. Maine lund ka saara paani unki gaand mein daal diya.

Lund baahar nikala, to unki gaand ka hole ab khul chuka tha. Mami bahut khush hui, aur main bhi. Mera sapna tha mami ko chodne ka, wo poora ho gaya.

Aage hamne bahut chudai ki, uski story next time. Comment zaroor karna meri 1st story kaisi lagi aap sab ko.

Amit’s Perspective – Part 2

With trembling fingers, I opened the chat, and I was once again shocked. She had been texting him all day while we were out. She’d even sent him selfies of herself in her underwear. She must have taken them after we returned to the hotel.

Scrolling through the chat, I found multiple topless selfies. She was sending pictures of her naked breasts to Lucky. My stomach twisted. The images, so intimate, so vulnerable, felt like a physical blow.

It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was her careless disregard for me and our marriage. She was showing off, almost daring me to see. I scrolled further, my fingers trembling, my eyes scanning the messages. They were filled with explicit descriptions of their encounters and plans for the future.

Nausea surged. I felt a strange blend of anger and a dark thrill. I was a spectator in my own life, watching my wife engage in a secret, passionate affair, and I was finding a dark, unsettling pleasure in it.

Was everything she’d just said a calculated lie? Was this an elaborate, open mockery of my very existence?

I closed the chat, my hands shaking. I placed the phone back on the nightstand, my heart pounding in my chest. I heard the bathroom door open. Nikita emerged, her face calm, her eyes meeting mine with a cool, indifferent gaze.

“Everything alright?” she asked, her voice casual.

“Fine,” I replied, my voice stiff.

She walked past me, picked up her phone, and glanced at the screen. A flicker of something – satisfaction? – crossed her face. I wanted to scream, to confront her, to demand answers. But I couldn’t. I was trapped in a strange, twisted game, a game. I was both the victim and a willing participant.

That night, as we lay in bed, the silence was thick with unspoken tension. I could feel her body beside me, warm and inviting yet very far from my reach. I imagined her with Lucky, their bodies mixed, their whispers filling the air. A strange sense of arousal washed over me.

I wanted to watch, to witness their passion, to feel the sting of humiliation, the thrill of the forbidden. I was a cuckold, and I was beginning to crave the very thing that destroyed me.

The next morning, we packed our bags and headed back to Delhi. I was relieved. The trip, despite its bad ending, had been a strange sort of release. I had confronted my darkest desires. Though the reality was far more disturbing than the fantasy, it had also been strangely inspiring.

Returning to our apartment’s familiar walls, I tried to put the events of Manali behind me. I focused on work, burying myself in spreadsheets and reports, trying to drown out the memories that haunted me.

Nikita, meanwhile, seemed to have retreated further into herself. Her phone was a constant companion, her smiles reserved for the screen.

One evening, as I was preparing dinner, Nikita received a call. It was Lucky. He was in Delhi. He had decided to invest in her school and wanted to meet us. My heart sank. I knew this was just the beginning.

The meetings surprised me. They were very professional, like normal business meetings. Lucky talked about money and plans, and Nikita discussed school things. They acted so normal that I started to wonder if I was wrong.

Maybe Manali was just a one-time thing, a mistake. They seemed so proper now. I even thought maybe I was imagining things.

Lucky, ever the charmer, offered to introduce Nikita to other potential investors. He spoke of networking events, conferences, and exclusive gatherings. Nikita’s eyes lit up with ambition and a hint of something else – gratitude. Perhaps even affection?

The weeks that followed were a blur of meetings, presentations, and late-night phone calls. Nikita was consumed by her work, and her energy was focused on building her dream. I watched from the sidelines, a silent observer. My role was reduced to that of a supportive husband.

Months went by, and the school project went really well. I was invited to their meetings. They decided to build the school far away, in Noida, which showed how serious they were. They bought the land and started building. They said the school would be finished in a year, which made me both hopeful and worried.

Nikita and I started to get along better. We talked more and smiled at each other. The distance between us seemed to reduce. I enjoyed these normal moments, hoping we could go back to how we were. I felt happy and hopeful that we were fixing our relationship.

Time passed, and life felt normal again. We ate together, watched TV, and joked around. I started to relax, thinking everything was fine. The bad memories from Manali seemed less important.

Nikita changed a lot. She went to the gym every day and ate very carefully. She wanted to look her best. She started to wear nicer clothes and put on more makeup.

Her body became strong and toned. She looked even more attractive than before. She walked with confidence, and people noticed her. She became very, very sexy.

We even started being intimate again, but it was gentler now. I thought we were getting closer. Nikita was sweet and caring.

The school project was going well. I liked seeing their progress. Nikita and Lucky seemed to be working together very well.

One night, we were eating dinner, and suddenly, my phone buzzed. I didn’t want to be interrupted. I looked at the screen quickly and saw that I had been added to a new group chat. The name of the chat was “Your Desire,” which was strange and confusing.

Nikita saw me looking at my phone and asked what the notification was about. She looked curious as if she wanted to know what was happening. I didn’t want to tell her the truth because the group chat name was so weird.

So, I paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Then, I told her a small, weak lie. I said it was just a friend messaging me. I tried to make it sound casual like it wasn’t a big deal.

Once dinner was over, Nikita settled into her usual post-meal work routine. I found myself drawn back to the strange notification. It was just Lucky and me in the group. There was no option to type or respond, making it clear that this was a one-way channel, a place for Lucky to deliver messages directly to me.

Moments later, another buzz came, and a notification signalled a new message. A video file appeared on the screen. My heart sank, a cold fear washing over me. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the play button. Then, with a deep breath, I pressed play.

The video began, and the familiar scene from Manali unfolded before my eyes. It was a replay of the night when I was peeking from the balcony window, the night I had secretly spied on Nikita and Lucky.

Moments later, my phone kept buzzing loudly, breaking the quiet. The group chat was sending tons of pictures meant to shock me. I watched, horrified, as my screen filled with photos of Nikita. They were trying to destroy the normal life I thought we had.

Some pictures were just her in underwear, which usually wouldn’t be a big deal. But now, they felt like he was mocking me, showing me he was intimate with my wife.

Then came the naked pictures, taken in our bathroom. Even worse, some were taken in our bedroom, right where we used to be close. Knowing she took them so close to me made me feel completely violated.

Every picture felt like a deliberate attack, showing me how helpless I was. They weren’t just pictures. They were like weapons, hurting my sense of safety and who I am. They showed me how humiliated I was and how she was breaking all the rules of our relationship.

I wanted to yell at her. I was so angry. But I couldn’t move or speak. I also felt a weird, shameful excitement, making my dick hard, which made me hate myself more. I hid the chat, trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

But the pictures kept coming, every day, in the hidden chat. Then came the videos. I watched, angry and excited. Nikita was sucking on a dick while looking straight at the camera like she was showing me how skilled she was.

Then, the videos of her being pounded by Lucky started to arrive. Doggy style, missionary, riding on top, each position a deliberate display of her showing off and my cuckoldry.

The videos escalated, growing increasingly explicit. Nikita is sucking on the dick of two men simultaneously. Multiple men, a strange movie of my fall, pounded her.

Now, the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just about Lucky anymore. This was something bigger, something darker. Nikita was involved with multiple men. They were documenting their encounters, sharing them with me, taunting me with my powerlessness.

My stomach twisted with a mix of anger and a perverse sense of excitement. I wanted to confront Nikita, but I did not dare to do so. What did I start to do next? I would fuck her in the same position she was fucked in the video. I would make her suck my dick.

To my surprise, she was no longer denying my requests. I had started to treat her like a sex object, and she would do everything I asked. I had started to accept this new reality, this new version of myself and Nikita, this new relationship. I thought there was nothing more that could surprise me.

But I was wrong. The real surprise came when I received a link to download a 2-hour movie. It was after Nikita went on a business trip. At first, I was curious about what it could be. But when I downloaded and opened the file, I was shocked. It was a video of Nikita, naked, with three men.

I immediately recognized all of them. It was Lucky. The land developer who sold the land for the school. His name was Atik. Another investor that Lucky introduced to Nikita was Ashwin. Each face a betrayal, each body a weapon used to further my humiliation.

Nikita was naked, kneeling, surrounded by three naked men. She moved from one man to the next, sucking each of their dicks in turn. The scene then shifted to them taking turns pounding her pussy.

While one man was inside her, the others explored her body, their hands and mouths moving over her skin. They were playing with her breasts. Fingering her ass hole.

I was on the edge of my chair when I saw that one of them had placed his dick on the entrance of her ass hole. “Don’t tell me she allowed them to take her anal virginity?” I thought to myself.

But then I saw the dick slide easily in her ass hole. They took turns and pounded her ass. While I had loosened my pants and my hard dick in my hands. They took turns and fucked her like a slut. At one point, she was fucked in all three holes simultaneously.

Atik was fucking her pussy while Ashwin was fucking her ass hole, and Lucky was fucking her mouth. They engaged in various sexual positions, with Nikita appearing lost and excited. It was a clear display of a side of her sexuality that I had never witnessed.

Her entire body was covered with love bites. The video ended with her experiencing multiple orgasms as each of the men cum inside her filling her pussy. The cum of three different men was oozing out of my wife’s pussy and asshole.

I closed the file, my hands shaking. The reality of the situation was far more explicit, far more degrading, than anything I had ever imagined. It wasn’t just betrayal. It was a calculated act of exhibitionism, a deliberate display of my wife’s sexuality.

I replayed the video again and again, analyzing every detail, every moan, every touch. I was searching for answers, for a way to understand what had driven her to this. Was it revenge? A desperate attempt to reclaim her lost sense of self? Or was it something darker, something more primal?

Regardless of the reason, a twisted, undeniable thrill was rushing through me.

That night, when Nikita returned from her trip, the house felt tense. I met her in the hallway and, without a word, stripped her naked. I could see her body covered with the marks of a love bite. I pushed her onto the couch, and she didn’t resist.

I pressed my hard dick against her ass hole, expecting her to stop me, but she remained still. Instead, my dick slid effortlessly into her tight, warm ass hole. It felt amazing, a raw, forbidden pleasure. I was lost in the sensation, the tightness of her, the heat of her.

My only regret was the premature release, the climax arriving too quickly, too soon, leaving me wanting more.

The next morning, Nikita acted like nothing had happened. She made breakfast, talked about the school, and even asked about my day. It was like we were back to normal, but I knew we weren’t.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the video, about her with those men. It was like a movie playing in my head over and over. I wanted to ask her about it, but I was afraid of what she would say.

Days turned into weeks, and the videos kept coming. They were getting more and more extreme. I saw things I never thought I would see my wife do. And with each video, a strange feeling grew inside me. It was a mix of anger, shame, and dark excitement.

One evening, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I waited until Nikita was in the shower, and then I grabbed her phone. I opened the chat with Lucky.

There were new messages, even more explicit than before. They were talking about their next meeting and how they couldn’t wait to be together. They even mentioned me, calling me “the watcher” and “the cuck.”

I felt a wave of rage wash over me. I wanted to destroy something, to hurt someone. But then, I noticed a new video in her phone gallery. My hands shook as I pressed play.

This video was different. It was a close-up, focusing on Nikita’s face. She was looking directly at the camera, her eyes filled with a strange mix of desire and defiance. She whispered my name, and then she said, “This is for you, Amit.”

The video showed her with Ashwin, doing things I can’t even describe. It was like she was performing for me, showing me exactly what she was doing.

I closed the phone, my heart pounding. I felt sick but also strangely alive. It was like she was giving me a part in their game, making me a part of their twisted world.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the video playing in my mind. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what.

The next morning, I woke up with a strange sense of calm. I knew what I had to do. I was going to play their game, but I was going to play it my way.

I started small. I changed my work schedule, staying out later and coming home at odd hours. I wanted Nikita to wonder, to feel a moment of the doubt I’d been living with. I started dressing differently, buying clothes I knew she’d find attractive but also slightly different. I wanted to see if she noticed if she cared.

At first, she seemed ignorant. Focusing on the school, her meetings with Lucky, and others, she barely noticed my changes. But I carried on. I started leaving deceptive hints – a lingering scent of a new cologne, a receipt for a late-night drink at a bar she didn’t know, a casual mention of a ‘new friend’ at work.

One evening, as we were having dinner, she finally noticed. “You seem different lately,” she said, her voice casual but her eyes sharp. “Are you alright?”

“Just trying new things,” I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Trying to live a little.”

She narrowed her eyes but didn’t press further. I could see a flicker of unease in her gaze, and it gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.

I began to use the “Your Desire” group chat to my advantage. I started sending Lucky personal messages, cryptic and suggestive. I described fantasies, scenarios, and things I wanted to see Nikita do. I knew he was watching, reading, and I wanted him to know I was watching too.

In one message, I described a scene in detail: Nikita, blindfolded, tied to our bed, waiting. I fuck her, and then you guys join us, and all this would be recorded. I didn’t know if they would do it, but I wanted to see if they would.

The next day, I came home early. The apartment was quiet. I went to the bedroom, and there she was, just as I had described. Blindfolded, tied to the bed. A wave of emotions washed over me: anger, excitement, a strange sense of control.

I removed her blindfold, and her eyes met mine. There was no fear, no shame, only a cold, calculating look. It was as if she was challenging me, daring me to act.

“You like this, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky. “You like watching.”

I didn’t answer. I untied her, and she stood up, her body bare, her eyes never leaving mine. She smiled and walked towards the bathroom. For some reason, her body became more sexy.

I followed her and found her phone standing up on the counter, recording. She turned to me and gave me a small, almost predatory smile.

“Let’s give them a show, shall we?” she said.

The air in the bathroom was wrapped with a charged anticipation. Nikita’s phone, standing against the tiled wall, recorded our every move. The shower was on, the drop of water covering our bodies. We were standing.

I was holding one of her legs up and my dick exploring the deepest, warmest part of her tight wet pussy.

I was lost in pleasure when a sudden knock echoed through the small space of the bathroom. Nikita’s eyes flickered to the door, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Come in,” she purred, her voice laced with a seductive invitation.

The bathroom door swung open, revealing Lucky, Atik and Ashwin. They entered with an air of casual confidence, their eyes immediately drawn to Nikita’s naked body.

A wave of heat flushed through me, a mix of satisfaction and perverse excitement. This was a new level of sin, a blurring of lines I hadn’t imagined.

“Join us,” Nikita said, her voice a low, husky command.

Without hesitation, they removed their clothes, their eyes never leaving Nikita’s sexy, curvy body. The small bathroom suddenly felt cramped, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Lucky stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine, a silent acknowledgement of the twisted relationship between us. He reached out, his hand tracing the curve of Nikita’s hip, escaping a soft moan from her lips.

The other men followed him. Their touch was both possessive and explorative. Atik’s lips found Nikita’s lips, and Ashwin played with her breasts. Lucky was between her legs and licking the delicate folds of her wet pussy. I stood there watching them play with her like she belonged to them.

Nikita was moved among them. They were playing with her body like they owned it, her moans filling the room. It was now or never. I could be the spectator and watch them play with my wife’s body, or I could join them.

Before I could make a decision, the scene shifted, moving from the confines of the bathroom to the larger space of the bedroom. The three of them followed, their movements managed, a silent choreography of desire. I finally decided to join them.

The bedroom became a stage, the bed a platform for our shared performance. Nikita’s sexy body was our instrument, and we were the artist who was playing with her body.

One by one, we took turns pounding her tight, wet pussy, filling her with our seed. The others sat around the bed, enjoying the spectacle with glasses of scotch. They had prepared everything beforehand, anticipating the night’s events. A camera was standing in the corner, recording everything.

Soon, it was my turn. A wave of nervousness washed over me, a fear that I wouldn’t be able to perform, that I would give in to the pressure. Sensing my hesitation, Ashwin walked towards me, offering a glass of scotch mixed with something.

“Take it,” he whispered, his voice laced with a knowing amusement. “It will help you last the entire night. After all, it’s a long night.”

I looked at him with gratitude, then gulped the entire glass in one breath. The alcohol coursed through me, fueling my desire. Finally, it was my turn. The effects of the drug were kicking in. I pounded her in front of everyone and filled her already cum-filled pussy with my own.

Afterwards, we all took turns playing with Nikita’s body. I watched, a silent observer, as they explored every inch of her, the lines between participant and spectator blurring into a haze of forbidden pleasure.

The night unfolded like a dark, erotic dream, a performance staged for my consumption. The room was filled with the sounds of moans and gasps. The rhythmic thud of bodies against the mattress, the air thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and a hint of something darker, something more primal.

All three of them moved with a practised ease, their bodies intertwined with Nikita’s, their movements a display of raw, animalistic desire. I found myself engaged with them, a strange mix of hatred and obsession swirling within me.

The night was a blur of bodies, moans, and release. Nikita’s body was used and enjoyed by everyone, and each of us left our mark on her by filling all her tight, warm holes.

That night, I understood the true nature of our twisted game. I was not just a cuckold, a passive observer. I was a participant, a willing player in this dark drama. I was sharing my wife, not with strangers, but with men who were now a part of our shared reality.

Three years had passed since that night. Nikita is still our plaything, the object of our shared desires. Others had joined our circle. I am a part of it, too, a willing participant.

We are still a married couple. The school was a success, generating a massive revenue. Money was no longer a concern for me. Yet, I found myself desiring an escape, a way out of this self-made prison. Maybe a vacation.

Surprisingly, I found myself in the same hotel where it all began, sitting at the same table, in the same spot where Lucky had sat that fateful night. I sipped my drink, staring out the window at the darkness, the memories swirling around me like a haunting melody.

Then, I noticed a newly married couple walking in, their faces flushed with the innocent excitement of their honeymoon. I observed the curves of the newlywed with a knowing smile, a thrilling anticipation of what might await them.

THE END

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I am Rajesh. I am 6 feet and 6 inches. I was 23 when this happened. I lived in Bangalore. My friend Kartik had a sister, Varsha, who was 26 at that time and had some work in Bangalore. So she planned to visit my house to freshen up. That evening, she was about to move to a hotel.

That day, the doorbell rang, and it was her. She was gorgeous. But I looked at her as a sibling, so I didn’t find her sexual at all. She gave me a tight hug, enough for me to get the smell of her sweat.

After a formal conversation, she asked me all of a sudden.

She: Do you have a body trimmer?

Me: Yeah, I do have one, but do you need it?

She: Well, yeah, do you mind? I forgot my hair removal spray in my home.

Me: No, I don’t mind, but I have used it in my private parts as well.

She: It’s fine. I’m gonna also use it there, by the way.

She grinned and took the trimmer to the washroom. Suddenly my mind started imagining my trimmer gliding her pussy. As it was hairy all over her while she trimmed, she decided to take a shower. She called me from the back of the door.

She: Raji, can you take my towel and give me a pair of inners from my bag?

Me: Yeah, sure. But which inners should I take?

She: Anything, it doesn’t matter.

Me: Would a blue bra and red panties work?

She: Nope… take white panties. The red is too thick for this heat.

Me: but the white one has 2 holes at the back.

She: I know. It’s fine unless it’s not disturbing.

Me: Haan, okay.

I went close to the door to give her the dress, and she stretched herself out of the door. That gave me the chance to look at the length of her leg and her right boob. It was stiff and pointy, not hanging. I love those types of boobs. She didn’t realise her boob was visible and was talking to me for minutes.

Then she took her dress and went inside. She wore the bra and panty, wore the towel on her hip and came out hiding her boobs with her hands. It was so sexy her being wet and cold. I went out for her to change. Suddenly, I hear a call from her room.

It was her calling me I went in. She was struggling with her t-shirt. It was so tight I helped her pull it out. While pulling it out I was able to touch her boobs. She didn’t react. Her T-shirt tore so I gave her my T-shirt. It was white. It was so long for her, so she decided not to wear a pair of pants.

Me: I will go buy lunch for us. Just feel home I will be back soon.

She: Haan, okay.

I came back and found her cleaning my room. In the dustbin, it was full of condoms which I used and kept under my bed. I felt embarrassed and went to look for her. She was cleaning under the cot, and I noticed she had removed her bra while she was bending. I finally saw both her boobs together.

Me: I will clean it myself. Please don’t make me feel bad for letting you do this.

She: It’s fine to sit on the chair. I’ll broom the house before we eat.

I sat on the chair. She turned and started sweeping. I was able to see her panty from the back. And the hole in the panty gave me a way to see her butt crack. Then we sat and ate. I felt so tired without realising I fell on the bed. She came and asked me to move and sleep so that she could sleep.

I felt so shy, which was obvious on my face, and I let her in my bed. She casually let her hands and legs on me like I was her teddy. She was pressing my muscular chest, saying, “They would hang back then with fat. Now you started working out, it seems.”

I just grinned. It started feeling so cold as the AC was turned on, so we covered ourselves with a bedsheet. It didn’t feel awkward till then. Then she took my hands and wrapped herself. I started feeling her boobs on me and my cock on her thigh. I started feeling sexual with her.

The cold air was reaching her butt crack through that hole, so she kept my right hand just above it. She was saying it is just too cold there. I got the hint. I slowly let my hand in the hole. She didn’t care. I tried going more deeper, which tore her panty, and she grinned.

I took my hand out of embarrassment and kept my hand near my cheek. OMG, the smell of sweat on her asshole was amazing. But I felt awkward to proceed further. She realised it. She let her hand into my trousers. It made me realise I was erect all the time without underwear.

All precum dripped on the trousers. That’s why people in the hotel stared at me, I guess. It must have started dripping since then. She pulled my pant and let my cock out. We didn’t speak a word while she was doing this. Not even eye contact. The heat at the place couldn’t be explained until experienced.

She was trying something with my cock just while I was processing what she was doing. My cock was in her pussy. It went so smoothly. Now I have to break the heat. It was so painful in the position. So I pushed her. She thought I hated it. But I undressed and pulled her on a missionary.

Then we both laughed at each other and started fucking. It was her ass that gave me the erection. So to honour it, I spat on my hands and fingered her ass while fucking her. Then we started speaking. She begged me to stop fingering, but the cuteness she had while begging made me let her beg more.

She tried to scream, I took an old underwear from my bed and stuffed it in her mouth. I cum on it yesterday night, actually. She couldn’t take my fingers, so she started crying. I couldn’t do this to her so I stopped fucking and started kissing her to distract from the pain. But fingering didn’t stop.

She asked me to give her an oral. I did it for at least an hour. Even my cock lost its erection. She finally squirted on my face, and its smell and taste gave me an erection. She was so tired, so she laid and let me do whatever I wanna do. To give a twist I pushed my cock on her well-fingered ass hole.

She screamed like a bitch and tried to push me. I was holding her legs and begged her not to shout. She looked at me and started laughing. That’s how I used to beg for chocolates when I was a child. I cum on her body and laid above her.

She pushed me and came over to me. The bed became dirty with squirt and cum. I didn’t mind. She was so hungry that she started licking my cum from my body and her squirt from my face. We slept nude, cuddling for the evening, and she went back to the hotel.

Dear readers, I hope you’ve all been doing well! After some time away, filled with personal reflections and life’s challenges.

I’m excited to return with a fresh, romantic journey that I can’t wait to unfold for you. This story may be a bit long. I’ve poured my heart into every detail, hoping to bring you something truly special.

Let’s dive into this new adventure together—here’s to love, serendipity, and everything in between!

The scent of old books and the soft rustle of pages filled the air as I pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the library. It was a quiet afternoon, and the usually bustling space was almost empty, save for a few souls lost in their world.

The atmosphere was calm and peaceful—a perfect escape from the noise of everyday life. I had come in search of a book, something to occupy my mind for a while. With a long to-do list and the weight of endless responsibilities, I thought a good novel might help clear my head.

I was dressed casually in a dark blue hoodie and faded jeans, my sneakers barely making a sound on the polished floor. My hair was slightly tousled, a reflection of how little I had cared about my appearance today.

Honestly, all I wanted was to find a book and enjoy a few moments of peace. It was then that I saw her. She was sitting at a table near the corner, bathed in the soft sunlight that filtered through the tall windows.

Her presence was subtle yet striking. She wore a light green sweater, loose and comfortable, paired with dark leggings and a pair of worn-in brown boots. She had long, straight black hair that cascaded down her back.

Her eyes were focused intently on the pages of the book she was reading. There was a sense of calm around her like she belonged to this quiet, tranquil world. I glanced at her a few times as I scanned the shelves. But it wasn’t until I finally found the book I was looking for that I felt the urge to approach her.

I had a sudden, inexplicable curiosity about the book she was holding. Was it something I might want to read too? I hesitated, unsure of how to start a conversation. But fate seemed to push me forward.

I walked past her table on my way to the checkout counter. I glanced at the cover of the book she was engrossed in.

Me: That’s a good one. The author has a way of blending real-life struggles with a bit of fantasy. It’s one of my favourites.

I said, unable to stop myself from speaking. She looked up, startled at first, then smiled warmly. Her eyes were soft and kind, a contrast to the serious tone of the book she was reading.

She: Really? I just started it today, actually. It’s been on my list for a while.

I took a breath, feeling a little more at ease.

Me: You won’t be disappointed. It’s one of those books that sticks with you long after you’ve finished it.

She nodded thoughtfully, a laugh escaping her lips.

She: I’ve been collecting so many books to read. It’s hard to know where to start sometimes.

I smiled, surprised at how easy it felt to talk to her.

Me: I know the feeling. The stack of books on my shelf seems endless. It’s like I keep adding to it but never quite make a dent.

We both chuckled at the irony, the conversation flowing naturally now. There was something about her that made the world outside this library seem less urgent, less overwhelming.

She was easy to talk to, and her responses were thoughtful. I enjoyed our exchange more than I had expected.

Me: I am Rahul. (I said, offering a smile.)

She replied, her smile wide and genuine.

She: Anya. Nice to meet you.

After a brief moment of silence, I gathered the courage to sit down across from her at the table. It felt oddly natural like we’d already been talking for much longer than we had. I began, leaning forward slightly,

Me: You know, the book you’re reading. I was actually planning to pick that up today. It’s been on my list for a while. Guess I’ll have to wait until you’re done with it.

Aanya laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Aanya: I’ll make sure to return it on time. (she teased) You’ll be the first to borrow it, I promise.

I smiled, feeling more at ease.

Me: Thanks. I’ve been meaning to read something outside my usual genre. Lately, I’ve been into a lot of thrillers and suspense novels, but I wanted a change of pace.

Her expression shifted slightly, curiosity lighting up her face.

Aanya: That’s interesting. I’m more of a contemporary fiction kind of person. I like stories that dive deep into human emotions and relationships. All that good stuff. But I do enjoy a good thriller now and then.

I could sense we were starting to find common ground, and it felt comfortable like two strangers finding their rhythm.

Me: I get that. I think books like the one you’re reading help ground us and remind us of our own experiences. (I said, picking up the thread) Sometimes, I get so caught up in the fast pace of life that I forget the importance of slowing down and reflecting.

Aanya nodded thoughtfully, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her book.

Aanya: I feel the same. Life can get so overwhelming, and I think that’s why I love reading. It gives me a chance to escape and also reflect on things I wouldn’t usually think about.

There was a pause as we both let the weight of her words sink in. I was intrigued by how deeply she thought about life, how her mind wandered in ways that mirrored my own.

Me: So… (I said, breaking the silence) what about outside of books? What do you like to do when you’re not reading?

Aanya’s smile grew a little wider, and for a moment, she seemed more animated, more alive. She said, a spark of excitement in her voice.

Aanya: I work at a little café. It’s quiet and tucked away from all the chaos. I’m one of the baristas there. I love its rhythm—making coffee, chatting with regulars, and having the occasional quiet afternoon. It’s simple, but it suits me.

Me: That sounds nice (imagining her in that kind of peaceful, cosy setting). I bet it’s a good place to meet interesting people.

She nodded, her expression thoughtful.

Aanya: Definitely. You wouldn’t believe the kind of stories people share over a cup of coffee. Some days, it feels like I’m a listener more than a barista.

Me: That sounds pretty fulfilling in its way. Being able to listen and offer someone a little bit of warmth, even if it’s just a cup of coffee. I think that’s special.

Aanya’s eyes brightened, a soft smile spreading across her face.

Aanya: It really is. Sometimes, the smallest things make the biggest difference in someone’s day.

I could see how much she valued the simple moments—the quiet exchanges, the little acts of kindness that went unnoticed by most. Something was calming about the way she spoke. She had a deep appreciation for the slower, quieter parts of life.

She asked, her voice pulling me back from my thoughts.

Aanya: What about you? What do you do?

I hesitated for a second, unsure how much to reveal. I said after a pause.

Me: I work at a corporate office. It’s mostly about managing projects and dealing with deadlines. It’s… stable, I guess. But it can get pretty repetitive.

Aanya: It sounds like there is a lot of pressure. (a hint of sympathy in her voice) I can see why you’d want to escape into books now and then.

I chuckled lightly.

Me: Definitely. Sometimes, escaping into a good book is the only way to clear my head after a long day.

Aanya nodded, her eyes warm with understanding.

Aanya: Books have a way of doing that, don’t they? Giving you the space to breathe, even if just for a little while.

For a moment, we sat in a comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the library surrounding us. It was strange how quickly our conversation had shifted from casual small talk to something more meaningful.

The conversation had slowly drifted away from books. Now, there was a curious tension in the air. It felt more intimate, as though the space between us had shrunk.

Aanya seemed comfortable. I wanted to know more about her beyond the café and the books.

Me: So, what else do you do to unwind? I mean, books are great, but there has to be something else that helps you relax.

Aanya thought for a moment, her eyes drifting up to the shelves above us as if considering the question carefully. She said, her voice light and thoughtful.

Aanya: I like to cook. It’s something that’s always calmed me down. There’s something so therapeutic about chopping vegetables, mixing spices, and watching everything come together. It’s a small kind of magic, I guess.

“Cooking, huh?” I smiled, intrigued. “What kind of food do you make?”

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling.

Aanya: I experiment a lot, to be honest. I try a bit of everything—Indian, Italian, and sometimes even things I find on Pinterest. But my favourite is probably making comfort food. A good bowl of pasta or a curry with warm roti. It’s simple but so satisfying.

Me: That sounds amazing. I could definitely use some comfort food after the kind of week I’ve had. (chuckles)

Aanya smiled, clearly enjoying the conversation.

Aanya: I’ve always thought food has this way of bringing people together, you know? It’s like it carries memories and emotions. Sharing a meal with someone, even if it’s just a simple dish, can say a lot.

I nodded, realizing how true that was.

Me: I’ve never really thought about it that way, but I think you’re right. It’s more than just eating—it’s about the experience. The conversations, the connections.

Aanya’s eyes softened, and she looked down at the book in her lap for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

Aanya: It’s funny (she said, almost to herself) how the simplest things, like food or even a book, can make us feel something so much bigger than we expect.

There was a shift in the air, a quiet vulnerability that hung between us. I felt it, too. This connection was slowly growing, a mix of shared thoughts and unspoken understanding.

I took a deep breath, deciding to open up a little more.

Me: Sometimes, I think I get caught up in the idea of doing everything right—having the perfect plan, always staying ahead of the game. But there are moments when it feels like I’m missing the point. Like, what’s the point of constantly being in motion if I’m not really enjoying any of it?

Aanya was silent for a moment, her gaze steady and compassionate.

Aanya: I think a lot of people feel that way. We’re always so focused on the destination that we forget to enjoy the journey. But sometimes, slowing down and being present is enough.

Her words settled in me like a quiet truth. I had always been someone who measured success by how much I could do and how much I could accomplish. But hearing her say it made me wonder if I’d been missing something all along.

Me: What about you? (curious) How do you find your balance? It seems like you’ve figured it out more than I have.

Aanya smiled a little, her expression thoughtful.

Aanya: I wouldn’t say I’ve figured it out completely. But I try to listen to myself more, not just to other people or external expectations. I’ve learned that taking time for the little things, even the quiet moments like this one, helps me recharge.

Aanya: It’s not always about doing more. Sometimes, it’s about doing less and being okay with that.

Her words hit home, and I felt myself relaxing in a way I hadn’t expected. It was like, in this small library corner, amidst the books and the silence, I could actually breathe for the first time in a long while.

And so, the first chapter of this story draws to a close. The moments of uncertainty, the stolen glances, and the quiet longing have led us to this point. But this is only the beginning.

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Much love,
Rahul.