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It was a sunny morning, and everyone was enjoying the weather. I came for a vacation to spend some time with my relatives and their kids. Everyone has grown so fast that I did not realise it’s been 3 years since our marriage.

Out of all my family and relatives, Harsh and I were the only males for the future generation to keep going. Harsh completed junior college and joined a bachelor’s program in mechanical engineering.

Harsh is not that good-looking, but he is of good height and has a big body. My wife’s first encounter with him was very sexy. He came from college full of sweat and eager for a bath. No one was there at the house. He was very happy and went to bathe.

He came out completely naked and sat in a chair under the fan with a towel on his face. The cool breeze hitting every spot made the ball strong and the muscles hard.

“Harsh, Harsh,” I called him. Immediately, he took a towel and wrapped himself.

Me: Your Bhabhi is not able to reach the shelf, so you go and take the things out.

Harsh: Sure, I will just put on my pants.

Me: She is shouting, go like this, it’s fine.

He went inside, and she asked him to take some cardboard things, so he climbed a small stool.

Swapna: So handsome, how many girlfriends do you have

Harsh: Me! Stop joking, Bhabhi, I don’t have any.

Swapna: Don’t lie, I saw you in the room on the chair. Who were you thinking of?

Harsh: What! Like me sitting naked?

Swapna: Yes, you just joined B.Tech, right? How many did you deflower?

Harsh: No, no Bhabhi. I’m still a virgin and don’t know anything

Swapna: Really, you’re so sweet, you will have great nights ahead. Hahaha.

She pinched his thigh as he was on the stool. Harsh felt a chill kind of thing passing through his body, and a small bulge appeared in his pants.

Swapna: What about this? Are you having a bulge?

The things in the cupboard were heavy, and he was not able to do it alone

Harsh: Do you need the entire thing in the box? It is very heavy.

Swapna: Wait, let me help you. I need the carpet vacuum.

She said that she had climbed the small stool that Harsh was standing on. The place was so small that even for Harsh, it was not sufficient.

Swapna: I will hold the box from the front, as you are tall, try to open it and get the vacuum machine.

Harsh was topless. He was trying to open the box. He was pushing my wife from the back during this process, as he was not able to get the box..

Harsh: I don’t have a place to move forward, please bend a little

Swapna: Ok.

While he tried to reach for the box so does his cock was touching my wife’s cute ass. Harsh immediately backed up.

Swapna: What happened? Why did you not take it?

Harsh: Sorry, I didn’t mean it.

Swapna: For what?

Harsh: My cock was touching your ass.

Swapna: I did not feel anything, even if does I am married and been fuck by your cousin brother. My parents are going to come in 2 days, we need to clean the house. So get it done, don’t think about anything else.

Harsh started to reach out for the box, and he moved forward. His bulge started to hit my wife’s ass. Slowly, it got hard, and the size increased. It was no longer a box search; it was a hole search. He started rubbing his cock on my wife and my wife was bending even more. My wife was enjoying it a lot.

Swapna: Did you get it?

Harsh still finds its way in

Swapna: What?

Harsha came to cautiousness and said, “Yes, yes, got it.”

My wife jumped from the stool and started laughing. The towel got stuck to her dress and came off. Harsh thick cock is pointing towards her.

Swapna: Just for rubbing my ass you got this hard what happens if…?

Without any warning she kissed his cock, started to suck his cock, putting it in her mouth and moving up and down by his tool. The dry cock is getting lubricated by my wife’s saliva. Harsh was feeling like heaven.

Swapna: How do you feel, my sweet bull?

Harsh: It’s amazing. I can’t describe it, so don’t stop.

Swapna started to deepthroat it while Harsh was holding by her head and pushing it deep in her mouth. She was gagging over the cock and Harsh without any intimation released his cum in her mouth.

Swapna, looking at him: You’re so naughty, couldn’t you stay for a while?

Swapna left the room running and bombarded into me

Me: What happened? Is something wrong? Did you get it?

Swapna: Yes, I got the vacuum.

And she left

We were having a dispute over land, and the court order has come. This was the reason for our actual gathering. The court said that among the two parties, the one that is going to get the next generation will get the entire money.

We were so happy that the next generation would be our kids. But it’s been three years and not a single good news. This worried us a lot. We went to the testing centre. It was a shock that my sperm were barely mature enough for it.

Everyone was sitting devastated in the hall. My parents and her parents were arguing over it.

As it was the weekend, we decided to cool the discussion off at the riverside. Everyone was taking a nice, quiet bath in the river.

Harsh: Bhaya, come, come, let’s play volleyball in the water.

Me: I’m not in the mood

Harsh: Are, come, it will be fun.

So we went in with a towel wrapped, and we were playing with our friends. Suddenly, there was a heavy flow of water, and one of our friends was getting pulled in. Harsh knew how to swim, so he grabbed the boy and pulled him up from the water.

But the shore was far, and the current was strong. Everyone was looking for Harsh and how he got to the shore. Somehow, he managed to get out, but Harsh walked to the shore with the boy and looked at us to appreciate his work.

A few women passed by, and one of them said, “Today, my husband will sleep outside. Will you come and do some drilling and filling in my holes?” And she was smiling at him

Harsh came out completely naked, and he did not know that he was naked His 6 inch semi erected cock was dangling down. Everyone’s eyes were on his massive dick.

I went there, and one of the women said, “Don’t marry anyone, it will be a disgrace to you, and she will not be happy.”

I asked why, and she pointed to my cock I too did not realise that I was naked. Maybe the strong current has taken our towels. I suddenly stood, and everyone was looking at both of us. It was like comparing me and Harsh.

He was tall and had a good body, while I was lean and short. His 6 inch cock was completely strong and stiff. He was trying to cover it with his hands, but it was barely covering anything. My 2 inch cock is barely a comparison to him.

One of the women came and handed me a small cloth. The same woman went bend on her knees and was covering the fat cock of Harsh. Touching it, holding it in her hands and tucking it with a small piece of cloth. She kissed him on his cheek and gave her address.

Looking at that, everyone was shocked. We went home, and everyone called me to the hall to discuss the situation.

My parents: Harsh is the only option we have for the thing to happen, and we will get the money

Her parents: Yes but how will we convince him to fuck our daughter? He has just joined the B.Tech, and I’m not sure if he knows what to do.

My parent: He doesn’t need to know. Our daughter-in-law can teach him, or his brother will show him the videos.

Her parent: I think it’s best if he learns from the videos

Me: Just shut up! What are you guys up to? Are you guys out of your minds? Are you really are suggesting Harsh to fuck my wife and get her pregnant so that the money is ours?

Both parents: Yes!

Mother-in-law: I thought our daughter married a man, not a cuckold. I thought she was happy, enjoying her nights.

My parent: Well, she will be now

My wife was looking at me with no emotion.

Me: We can do an IVF for that.

Both of them: You don’t have the good quality to go for that. That’s the issue, now convince him to fuck your wife, we have a dead line of 2 months.

I was shocked to hear all this and said, “I will not convince him, nor will I suggest this option.”

Swapna: Ok, if you don’t, I can. I will tease him, drag him with my beauty and will make him fuck me to the fullest that you could never do.

Both parents were in shock but happy to hear that. The very next day, my wife started wearing a tight bra, open cleavage and a short dress that exposed her body.

Harsh was studying in the hall. My wife came in with coffee, wearing a violet saree, showing off all her curves. Her waist was completely visible. She wanted to bend over to give him the coffee.

Her ass would pop out by her saree when she bends and her boobs would wiggles out of the bra. She is a perfect seductive woman, and she walks in the sexiest way. Even the neighbours would always come to get something from home.

Harsh could not control himself anymore and started rushing to the washroom. But he never had bad intentions. My wife came up with a better idea of creating a rainfall reel where she needs to dance. As I don’t know how to dance, she asked Harsh to be her partner.

The rain was artificial from a water hose. She was completely drenched in rain. He was grabbing her by her waist, and she rubbed herself against him. It was very romantic. She was about to kiss him, but Harsh did not go forward.

Everyone was frustrated with Harsh. So everyone scolded Harsh that this was all a plan to make him fuck her.

My parent: You are also like your brother or what, can’t you fuck her?

Her parent: We need the money, and it’s only possible to get it if she gets pregnant within 2 months.

Harsh was out of mind and said, “She is my Bhabhi, I can’t do that.”

Both parents: Don’t you understand, we need the money.

Harsh: I can’t please.

Listening to his words, my wife got furious. She just removed all her clothes at once and gave him a good French kiss. She started holding his cock and rubbing it up and down.

Even though Harsh was pushing her away, she held him strongly by his hair and continued the kiss. He was slowly getting into the mood. Within minutes, he lifted her in her arms and threw her on the bed. He started kissing her deeply and pressed her boobs hard.

Swapna: Please be gentle, now be a good boy and lick me down.

He was very good at that, I guess her moaning sound started, and she was enjoying it. He did it for 15 minutes, and my wife cum for the first time by a man touch.

Harsh: I’m not a virgin anymore. You will be pregnant now, correct?

Swapna: Hahaha, this is just the beginning, let me teach you.

She held his massive big cock and place it on her pink pussy.

Swapna: Push it in and out, but be very gentle.

Harsh started slowly inserting his cock into her

Swapna: It’s so big, it’s like I’m getting fucked for the first time.

Harsh: Sorry, was it painful?

Swapna: No, why did you pull it out? Please fuck me dont stop. I am your whore from now onwards please fuck me.

Harsh got into a full mood, and with his full thrusts, he just pushed it all in one go. Swapna screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone was scared of what had happened and rushed to her room.

Harsh was pounding her like an animal in missionary position

Swapna: Mother-in-law, please ask him to do it slowly, he is so big, he is tearing me apart. I can’t handle this much

Harsh did not care what she said and kept on hitting her hard. Slowing the screams turned into moaning, she was enjoying every minute of that.

Harsh: I’m about to cum. What should I do?

She just curled up by her legs, hugged him tightly and said slowly in his ear, “Let it flow in me and make me the mother of your kids.”

They rested for 1 hour, and again the moaning started. The entire evening and night, I was able to hear her screams.

Early this morning, I went to check on my wife. She was like a sex worker filled with hot cum all over her body.

Everyone was happy that she would get pregnant and the money would be theirs. But an unexpected turn came when a police officer came in for an inquiry.

Let’s know that story in the second half.

It is a snowy day in Toronto, Canada, and Joshua (21) is all eyes on his potential girlfriend, Harleen, who is fresh out of a breakup.

Harleen has always had a partner ever since she was in high school. Harleen is 20, 5’3″ tall, and is blessed with a great, attractive body.

Josh has asked her out numerous times to be his girlfriend, but she has always rejected his proposal.

But one fine day, she decided to give him a chance and see where things go.

A few months went by, and it turned out that Josh and Har worked out pretty well. They moved in together, went on small vacations together, and their sex life was at its prime.

As the months flew by, Har was getting bored with her monotonous sex life and was trying to do everything to spice it up with Josh.

Josh always spent more time with his friends and really didn’t put that much effort into making sure she came every time.

It was one of those nights where Josh was drinking with his friends, Alan and Emil. All three of them were from Kerala and had been friends for a long time.

Harleen joined them for a drink, and pretty soon, Josh and Emil got really drunk. Alan stepped out for a smoke, and Har joined him to give him company.

Alan was a regular guy, 5’9″ and had a pretty good physique. Har had always had an eye for him, but nothing ever happened. Har didn’t smoke, but she asked him for a puff.

She started coughing hard as soon as she took the first puff. He laughed.

Har: “Do you want to go for a drive? Maybe to McDonald’s?”

Alan: “Let’s go… the guys are drunk anyway.”

They got one sundae and thought of sharing it. Alan did notice that Har was behaving very differently and was also being really touchy with him, but he thought it was because she was a bit drunk.

They were having the sundae in an empty parking lot nearby when Har told him that there was something on his beard and she offered to clean it up. He was expecting her hand, but she straight-up licked it off his face.

There was a small pause, and it didn’t take them much longer to start making out.

Alan: “Come over here.”

Har: “I don’t know if I’ll fit.”

She jumped on top of him and started kissing him crazy. He started sucking her earlobes, then her neck, and all the way to her chest.

She could feel his hard dick stabbing her pussy over all the layers of clothes they had on.

He grabbed her boobs over her clothes and started biting them.

That’s when Har’s phone started ringing. She didn’t pick up, but directed her hand to his penis. He was already groping her ass. The phone rang again, and it was her boyfriend. She quickly got back to the passenger seat and answered the call.

Josh: “Hey, babe… where are you at?”

Har: “Just came to McDonald’s with Alan. Will be back soon.”

Josh: “Okay, I love you.”

Har fixed her clothes and asked Alan to take her back.

Har: “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Alan: “You’re right… let’s forget it.”

They got home, and Alan was going to go back to his place.

Harleen saw that the guys were blacked out and rushed to the door to say bye to Alan. But they ended up making out again.

A week went by, and Harleen and Alan did meet a few times here and there, but Josh was always with them.

It was another Friday night, and Toronto was expecting a snowstorm. Alan rushed to Josh’s house so that he could escape the storm. But when he got home, only Har was there. Josh didn’t finish his work yet. She was wearing a crop top, revealing her gorgeous cleavage, and grey Nike sweatpants. Her boobs were almost popping out.

Alan was struck by her looks and made up his mind that he had to get his hands on her today. They both started drinking since his buddies were taking too long.

Har: “I hope they don’t get stuck in the storm.”

Alan: “It doesn’t look pretty good outside. I might crash here.”

Har: “Too bad we can’t go for a McDonald’s ride tonight.”

Alan: “We’ll figure out something.”

And he winked at her.

Both of them wanted the same thing: to strip every piece of clothing off and have sex like rabbits, but there were limitations in front of them.

Romantic songs were playing on the TV, and both of them were sipping on their vodka cocktails that Har made. Har came closer to Alan while talking about random stuff and slowly leaned on his shoulder. He turned her face towards him and slowly started sucking her lips. She hesitated for a bit, but it didn’t take her long to reciprocate.

Har hopped on top of him so that she could feel his manhood when she kissed him. They started to make out really hard, and then he started eating her earlobes. That’s when she lost all her control. She grabbed his dick from over his sweatpants and started stroking it while he was aiming for her crop top. Har was covered with hickeys all over her neck by now, but they weren’t worried about it at the time.

Alan took off her top, exposing her beautiful breasts to him. He straight away started sucking her left nipple while crushing her right breast with his hands. She was dry humping him. Har’s phone rang, and they lost the flow of their act. It was Josh. She answered.

Josh: “Hey, baby… are you home safe?”

Har (as she was covering her nipples with a towel she found): “Yes, babe.”

Josh: “Did anyone get home?”

Har (staring at Alan): “Nope, no one.”

Josh: “Baby, I am stuck here. I might crash at a coworker’s place tonight. Sorry for leaving you alone.”

Both Har and Alan were jumping with excitement, thinking about the sex they were about to have all night.

Har: “Aww, it’s okay, babe. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ye kahani meri original English series ‘The Devil In Me’ ka Hinglish translation hai.

Yo sabko namaste, ye kahani meri dimaag ki gandi kalpana hai. Incest asli zindagi mein ganda, ghatiya, aur galat hai. Par humare dil ke andhere humein is genre ki taraf kheenchte hai.

Main hun Priya, 23 saal ki, curvy body wali. Bhagwan ne mujhe mast natural boobs aur pink nipples diye hai. Main roz apne body ko explore karti hun, nipples ko zor se pinch karti hun aur double penetration ke sapne dekhti hun.

Pata nahi kyun mujhe anal ka itna craze hai. Bina gaand mein ungli daale main jhad hi nahi sakti.

Mere Dad, Rahul, ek saccha aadmi hai. Main unki bahut izzat karti hun. Woh 50 ke aaspaas hai, par body maintain rakhi hai.

Meri Mom, Sarita, late 40s mein hai. Kya hot hai woh! Gym, swimming, yoga – sab karti hai. Main keh sakti hun ki meri body Mom ke jaise hai.

Mera chhota bhai, Arjun, 21 ka hai. Ekdum stud lagta hai, koi bhi ladki uske liye tangen faila degi.

Hum ek 3 BHK duplex house mein rehte hai. Ground floor pe open kitchen, dining area, spacious living room, aur Mom-Dad ka bedroom hai. First floor pe do kamre – mera aur Arjun ka.

Ek din Mom-Dad kaam pe the. Lazy Saturday evening thi. Arjun apne kamre mein band tha, jaise hamesha anime dekhta ya game khelta hai.

Maine apni bachpan ki dost Anju ko message kiya. Woh free thi aur Star Bucks pe milne ko ready ho gayi. Maine Arjun ke darwaze pe knock kiya aur bola ki main Anju se milne ja rahi hun. Usne “ok” bola aur kaha ki chabi leke darwaza bahar se lock kar doon.

Main 9 baje ke aaspaas ghar wapas aayi. Jab darwaza kholne ki koshish ki, toh pata chala Arjun ne bolt laga rakha tha. Mujhe zor se susu lagi thi aur gussa aa raha tha. Kitna bhi chillaya, usne jawab nahi diya.

Andar se zor ka music sunai de raha tha. Maine socha uska college ka gang aaya hoga. Desperation mein, main balcony pe chadhi aur apne kamre mein ghus gayi. Thank god, balcony ka darwaza khula tha.

Maine lambi, jharmar susu ki. Susu karte hue apni chut se khela aur ungliyan chati. Fir saaf kiya. Jaise hi bathroom se bahar aayi, dekha mera kamra thik nahi tha. Meri black net panty bed pe thi, drawers adhe khule the.

Mujhe pata tha Arjun apne kamre mein apne doston ke saath busy hai, aur usse disturb karna pasand nahi. Maine phone uthaya ki usse bolun ki ghar mein chori ho gayi. Tabhi music band hua aur mere kamre ki taraf kadmon ki awaaz aayi.

Mujhe pata tha ye Arjun hai, par pata nahi kyun, main turant almari mein chhup gayi. Pehle Arjun kamre mein aaya. Fir usne apne doston Paul aur Sachin ko bulaya. In chhote haramzadon ko main bachpan se janti thi.

Ab jab main almari mein thi, mujhe jaan-na tha ki ye mere kamre mein kya karne aaye hai. Arjun ne chuppi todi aur bola, “500 rupaye, bande.”

Arjun: Main tum dono ko wahan le aaya jahan tum sabse zyada jana chahte the. Tumhe 5-minute milenge apna kaam karne ke liye, fir nikalna.

Paul: Mujhe uski panty chahiye, bhai. Agar gandi ho toh aur mazaa!

Arjun ne meri undergarments ki drawer kholi aur bola, “Jo chahiye le lo,” ek shaitani smile ke saath. Ab mujhe samajh aaya ki Arjun ko pata tha meri undergarments kahan hai. Ghar mein koi chor nahi tha.

Sachin: Bhai! Ye black wali jo bed pe hai, isse use kar sakta hun?

Arjun: Haan, maine ispe kuch ghante pehle apna kaam kiya tha. Agar tujhe usse problem nahi, toh baja le.

Main in ladkon ko dekhte hue hypnotized ho gayi. Teeno meri panty ko sungh rahe the, aur meri bra se apna muh dhak rahe the.

Paul: Arjun, tune ab tak apni behen ko kyun nahi choda?

Sachin: Haan bhai, agar woh meri behen hoti, main uske saare ched hamesha bhar deta.

Arjun: Tum dono ko meri behen mein kya pasand hai?

Paul: Uski chuchi ekdum mast hai. Main dono ko ek saath dabana chahta hun aur dono nipples ek saath chusna chahta hun. Fir apna lund uske boobs ke beech rakhna aur uske muh mein daal dena.

Sachin: Mujhe purana samjho, main bas uski chut ka swaad lena chahta hun.

Sachin aur Paul ne Arjun se pucha, “Aur tu?” Arjun thoda jhijhka. Jab uske doston ne zor diya, toh usne bola, “Meri fantasy tum dono ke liye bahut gandi hai. Bas chhodo.”

Ye sab sunte hue pata nahi kab meri ungliyan meri chut mein ghus gayi. Main apne honth kaat rahi thi, clit aur gaand ragad rahi thi.

Sachin aur Paul ne Arjun se insist kiya ki woh apni fantasy bataye. Aakhir mein Arjun bola, “Mujhe Priya ki gaand sabse zyada pasand hai. Meri fantasy hai ki woh mere muh pe baithe, main uski gaand ka ched chusu, aur woh mere muh mein susu kare.”

Main ye sab sunke ekdum garam ho gayi. Chut ragadte hue maine gaand mein ungli daali. Jab nikali, toh greasy thi. In ladkon ki gandi baatein sunke main pagal ho gayi. Maine woh ungli jo gaand se nikali thi, sunghi aur chusne lagi, Arjun ke lund ke baare mein sochte hue.

Arjun ne achanak ghadi dekhi aur bola ki 10 baj gaye, mujhe ghar aana tha. Usne ladkon ko nikalne ko bola. Main chupke se balcony se neeche utri aur main door pe aayi, jaise abhi wapas aayi hun. Maine chabi se darwaza khola, aur ladkon ne andar se bolt khola.

Jab main andar gayi, Sachin aur Paul ne “Hello, Didi” bola aur nikal gaye. Arjun ne, jaise hamesha, ek thanda sa smile diya aur apne kamre mein chala gaya, main apne mein.

Raat ko main bistar pe leti thi, jo hua uske baare mein soch rahi thi. Mujhe zor se choot ghisne ka mann hua. Maine woh black panty uthayi jisme Arjun aur Sachin ka muth tha, aur usse chatne lagi. Aankhen band karke maine kamre mein hui baatein yaad ki.

Sahan nahi hua. Main do baar jhadi, par fir bhi ek khaali-pan tha jo sirf asli cheez bhar sakti thi. Main bathroom gayi aur panty pe susu karne lagi. Usme Arjun aur uske dost ka sookha hua muth tha. Fir maine panty ko apne badan pe ragadna shuru kiya.

Meri left wali ungli meri chut mein thi, aur middle finger meri gaand mein. Phir maine ungliyan nikaali. Jo gaand mein thi, uspe thodi si smooth brown shit lagi thi. Maine gehri saans li aur usko chus liya. Teesri baar jhadne ke baad, maine khud ko sambhala aur nahane chali gayi.

Raat ke 10:30 baje the. Daddy ghar aa gaye. Thodi der baad Mom bhi aayi. Hum sab ne dinner kiya aur apne rooms mein chale gaye. Mera dimaag bas usi baat pe atak raha tha, aur main Arjun se saamna karna chahti thi.

Hamare rooms ek doosre ke bagal mein the, aur deewarein patli thi, toh mujhe uski Xbox ki gaming ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi. Maine apna gym bra aur shorts pehne. Apne nipples ko massage kiya taaki woh sakht ho jayein aur dikhne mein aasaan ho.

Aakhir mein himmat juta ke Arjun se baat karne gayi. Maine uske darwaze pe dheere se knock kiya. Usne jawab nahi diya, toh maine WhatsApp pe message kiya ke main uske darwaze pe hun.

Maine dekha usne message padh liya—blue tick aa gaya. Paanch minute baad uska reply aaya, pooch raha tha kya chahiye aur subah tak wait nahi kar sakti kya. Maine reply kiya, “500 bucks, guys.”

Yeh sunte hi woh turant darwaza kholne dauda. Woh sirf boxers mein tha aur uski vest ulta pehna tha. Mujhe laga woh nanga let kar apna bada lund hila raha hoga. Kamra andhera tha, dim blue LED lights jal rahi thi, ek gothic sa vibe de raha tha.

Kamra chillata tha, “Sirf ladkon ka.” Kapdon ka ganda dher, tissue papers zameen pe, aur bed pe snacks bikhre hue. Usne na samajhne ka naatak kiya aur poocha yeh kya bakwas hai. Maine usko side kiya aur uske bed pe baith gayi.

Usne kamre ki lights jala di. Maine kaha darwaza band kar de. Kuch zaroori baat karni thi. Main nahi chahti thi ke baat emotional ya garam ho jaye aur parents jag jayein. Arjun, jo jaanta tha ke woh mushkil mein hai, chupchap meri baat maan raha tha.

Main: Toh, kab se yeh sab chal raha hai?

Arjun: Mujhe nahi pata tu kya bol rahi hai, Didi.

Main: Sun, Arjun, jab tu aur tere dost mere kamre mein aaye aur meri cheezon ke saath gandagi ki, main wahi thi. Haan, maine sab suna! Toh yeh innocent ladka wala drama band kar aur sach bol.

Arjun: Kya bolun, Didi? I’m sorry. Dobara nahi hoga. Please Mom-Dad ko mat bolna, woh mujhe maar dalenge.

Main: Nahi bolungi. Bas sach bol aur mujhe pura sach bata. Kya tu mujhe pasand karta hai?

Arjun: Main hamesha se tujhe pyar karta hun, Didi. Pata hai galat hai, par sirf main hi nahi. College mein sab tere baare mein baat karte hai. Mere dost bhi tujhpe crush rakhte hai. Teri beauty ke wajah se sab mujhse acha behave karte hai, ummeed mein ke main unki setting karwa dunga.

Main: Achha? Woh kya baat karte hai mere baare mein?

Arjun: Thoda ganda hai, Didi. Main nahi dohrana chahta.

Main: Par mujhe sunna hai, sab kuch. Nahi toh Daddy ko bulaun?

Arjun: Theek hai, theek hai, chill! Unhone kaha teri chuchi mast hai.

Main: Aur…

Arjun: Teri gaand bubbly hai, aur woh isko dabane aur ispe chadhne ke liye kuch bhi karenge.

Main: Aur tu kya sochta hai?

Arjun: Please ja na, Didi. Maine maafi maang li aur wada kiya ke dobara nahi hoga, toh! Jaa na.

Main: Haan, sahi hai. Tune kaha tha ke tu apni behen ko apne muh pe bitha ke uski gaand chaatega aur uska piss piyega. Tu mere kamre mein aata hai aur meri panty mein apna jizz chhodta hai.

Main: Apne doston ko bulata hai aur unko meri panty sunghne ke liye paise leta hai. Par main tujhe paanch minute ke liye disturb karun, toh tujhe gussa aa raha hai? Kya sach mein lagta hai maafi se yeh sab settle ho jayega?

Arjun: Bata, main isko kaise theek karun, Didi?

Main: Mujhe lagta hai tune apne dost ke saamne apna fantasy poora nahi kiya. Mujhe exactly bol tera fantasy kya hai, aur main tujhe chhod dungi.

Arjun: Wada kar ke tu mujhe bura nahi samjhegi agar main apna asli fantasy bataun. No judging!

Main: Dil se wada.

Arjun: Theek hai, jo maine Sachin aur Paul ko bola ke teri gaand chaatna aur tera piss peena, woh toh bas shuruaat hai. Main teri shit bhi taste karna chahta hun. Har subah main chahta hun tu mujhe apne kamre mein bulaye.

Arjun: Commode mein piss karne ke bajaye mera muh use kare. Main tujhe hagte hue dekhna chahta hun aur apne muh se teri gaand saaf karna chahta hun.

Jab maine Arjun ki fantasy suna, mere badan mein sihran daud gayi. Maine khud ko sambhala aur khadi ho gayi. Arjun darr gaya tha. Maine usko ek minute tak ghoora aur apni panty utaar di. Woh geeli aur chipchipi thi.

Maine panty uske muh mein thoos di aur dheere se kaha, “Jaldi hi tera fantasy sach karenge. Aur shayad ek din Sachin aur Paul ko bhi bula lenge.”

Main apne kamre mein wapas aayi aur excitement se kaanp rahi thi. Mera pair ruk nahi raha tha jab main soch rahi thi ke kaise apne chhote bhai ko apna gulam banaungi. Woh sab cheezein jo main usse karwa sakti hun. Maine apne saath khela aur apni ungli meri gaand mein daal ke so gayi.

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The honeymoon suite at the Hotel L’Amour was a cocoon of luxury. Velvet drapes pooling like wine, a mahogany bed strewn with rose petals, and a balcony where the Mediterranean whispered secrets.

Chitra sat at the carved writing desk. Her satin chemise caught the lamplight as she poured her heart into her diary. The night was heavy with the scent of jasmine, but her words carried a sharper edge. She glanced at Samir, her husband, lost in sleep across the room.

Their lovemaking was soft, predictable—like the vanilla candles that burned low. Chitra loved him, but her desires were a storm she couldn’t share. Her diary was her refuge, where she bared the cravings that haunted her.

July 12, 2025. Samir is my heart, but our nights are too gentle. I want to be consumed, wrists bound, breath stolen. I dream of a shadow watching me, knowing me. Someone who’d chase me through the dark, rough and relentless. A stranger who’d hold my secrets like a blade, teasing me with control.

Bondage, danger, a whispered threat that sets my skin on fire. I can’t tell him. He’d never understand. I’m his wife, not a creature of these wild, forbidden things.

She snapped the diary shut and hid it in a pile of novels. She slipped into bed with an unspoken need.

The next morning, Chitra and Samir were at breakfast. Aryan, a cleaning staff member, came into the suite. His movements were precise, but his dark eyes lingered on the desk. The diary’s leather spine called to him. He shouldn’t, but he did.

Her words seared through him—raw, vivid, a mirror to his shadowed desires. Aryan wasn’t just a cleaner; he was a man who thrived on edges. He closed the diary, a slow smile curling his lips. He wouldn’t confront her. No, he’d weave a game, feeding the fantasies she didn’t dare voice.

That evening, as Chitra returned to the suite alone. Samir was lingering at the hotel’s cigar lounge. She opened her diary to register a new entry. Aryan had left her a note. The script was sharp and deliberate.

‘I see you, Chitra. Your secrets aren’t safe. I know what you crave in the dark. Look behind you, always.’

No signature, no clue, just the weight of being watched. Her breath caught, fear and thrill twisting together. Her eyes darted to the empty hallway. Was it a joke? A mistake? But the words echoed her diary, her deepest wants laid bare.

She reached for her diary, intending to hide it in her suitcase, to lock away her secrets. But she paused. If he’d found it once, he’d find it again. And part of her—the part that craved his shadow—wanted him to read more, to know her.

She left it on the desk, a silent invitation. She tucked the note inside, her heart pounding.

July 13, 2025. The note is a blade, cutting me open. I almost hid the diary, but I didn’t. I want you to see me, this shadow who knows my darkness. I should tell Samir to burn these pages, but I’m caught. I imagine your eyes, your hands—rough, binding me, taking me in the open.

I want to be your prey, claimed by your strength. But I can’t write more. Not now. I’m afraid of what I’ll say.

Aryan returned the next morning, finding the diary he had written in the margin. ‘You stopped writing, Chitra. Don’t hide from me. Tell me what you want. I’m waiting.’

Beside the diary, he left a silver key, its weight cold and deliberate. A symbol of the locked desires she had confessed, a promise of surrender if she chose to unlock them. Chitra’s breath hitched when she saw his words, his invasion of her sanctuary.

The key was a taunt, not for a door but for her soul, daring her to open herself to him. His command to write goaded her, a challenge from the dominant force she craved. She hesitated, pen trembling, but his words pulled her back. She wrote, addressing him directly, her voice raw.

July 14, 2025. Shadow, you’re in my head, my pages. I didn’t want to write, but you demand it, and I obey. You’re the man I see—tall, unyielding, your voice a growl that pins me. I want your ropes, your strength, breaking me in the dark where eyes can find us.

I’m terrified of you, but I’m wet thinking of your hands. Why do I want this?

Aryan’s next move came that morning, while Chitra and Samir were at a coastal market. In her diary, he wrote, ‘Good, Chitra. You want to be claimed. Leave your panties by the garden fountain at midnight. Prove you’re mine.’ He was gone before they returned.

Chitra’s heart raced as she read his command, the key now in her purse, a constant reminder. Leaving her panties was like a submission to his dominance. That night, she slipped into the garden with her panties clutched in her hand. But she didn’t leave them.

She scanned the shadows, desperate for a glimpse of him, her defiance laced with desire. She returned to the suite, heart pounding, still holding her secret.

July 15, 2025. Shadow, I went to the fountain, but I didn’t obey. I wanted to, God, I wanted to leave them for you, to feel your eyes claim me. I imagine you binding me there, your hands rough, the world watching. But I’m not yours yet. Who are you? I need to know.

Aryan saw her hesitation, her hunger. On the fifth morning, while the couple toured a cliffside village, he wrote, ‘You went, but you didn’t obey. Tonight, at 1 a.m., step onto the balcony. Bare. Let me see what’s mine.’

Chitra’s skin prickled. The balcony was too much, but the thought of his gaze was intoxicating. She bought a motion-activated camera, hiding it in the bookshelf to catch him.

July 16, 2025. I dream of you winning—tying me, taking me where anyone could see. I’m drowning in you. I won’t step out tonight. I can’t.

Aryan found the camera, took it and wrote, ‘Clever, Chitra. I’ll use this to record our first night, when you’re bound and begging. See you naked tonight.’ He left a coil of black silk rope and a pair of crotchless black lace panties. The front open, daringly risqué—a command to wear them, to feel his claim.

Chitra’s blood ran cold, then hot. The panties were brazen, a symbol of his dominance. The rope promised bondage, the camera her exposure. Samir’s voice broke her, “Are you happy, love?” The question shattered her. She was caged, and Shadow offered freedom.

At 1 a.m., Chitra shed her robe, her body alive with excitement. Her breasts were swollen, nipples erect. Her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her manicured bush hid the slick heat of her arousal. Her thighs were trembling as she stood on the balcony’s threshold, bare under the moonlight.

Aryan watched from the garden, his pulse hammering. Her curves were a siren’s call, her vulnerability stoking his need to dominate, to bind her and claim her. But he held back, savouring her surrender, knowing she was close to being his.

July 17, 2025. Shadow, I stood for you, bare, alive. I felt you, your strength owning me. I want you to tie me, film me, take me in the open. I want to be forced by you, a game where I’m yours. I need your face. I’ll find you.

Chitra hunted harder, questioning staff and watching cleaners. Aryan countered on the seventh morning, writing, ‘You signalled, Chitra. Tonight, wear the panties to the hotel bar. Sit alone. I’ll send a drink.’ He left a black silk blindfold, a hint of his next move.

Chitra wore the panties at the bar. Her dress hid their secret, but Samir noticed the rope in her purse. “What’s this?” he asked. She stammered, claiming it was a scarf, but his suspicion lingered.

July 18, 2025. Shadow, Samir saw the rope. I’m risking everything, but I’m yours. I want you to take me, blindfolded, bound, a stranger’s force I choose. Show me who you are.

The red wine arrived with Aryan’s note, ‘Soon, Chitra. You’re mine.’ Chitra’s heart raced, the promise electric. She clutched the silver key, her talisman of surrender.

July 19, 2025. Shadow, your drink burned like your gaze. I want you to take me, a stranger in the dark, but it’s my choice. I imagine you blindfolding me, binding me in the garden, your hands rough, the camera rolling as you claim me.

I’m shaking, writing this. I asked the staff about you, but you’re a ghost. Who are you? I’ll keep hunting.

Aryan felt her closing in, her desire a fire he stoked. On the eighth morning, while the couple was at a beach, he wrote in her diary, ‘You’re ready, Chitra. Tonight, 2 a.m., go to the garden maze. Wear the panties, the blindfold loose around your neck. Leave the rope tied to your wrist. I’ll find you.’

He left a small silver charm, shaped like a lock, to match the key—a final token of her submission. Chitra’s breath caught at his words. The Maze was secluded, a public yet hidden stage for her fantasy. She imagined him emerging, blindfolding her, binding her wrists, his dominance consuming her.

Samir’s suspicion grew. That evening, he found the blindfold in her suitcase, his voice sharp: “Chitra, what’s going on? This isn’t you.” She lied, calling it a spa gift, but his eyes lingered, distrust creeping in. The close call pushed her further into the game—she needed Shadow to escape the cage.

July 20, 2025. Shadow, Samir’s watching me now, but I don’t care. I’ll go to the Maze, blindfolded, ready, rope on my wrist. I want you to chase me, take me, make it feel dangerous but safe. I want your strength, your camera capturing every gasp.

I left a note for you. Give me something—your name, your face. I’m yours, but I need more.

At 2 a.m., Chitra entered the garden Maze. Her heart pounded in the moonlit silence. The crotchless panties clung to her hips. Their open front was a wicked secret. The night air teased her exposed skin, sending shivers down her. The black silk blindfold hung loose around her neck, a promise of surrender.

The rope was tied loosely to her wrist, like a leash. Its texture is a constant reminder of her desire to be bound. The silver key dangled on a chain at her throat. The lock charm was in her pocket, each a tether to Shadow’s unyielding dominance.

Her body was a live wire—breasts swollen and heavy, nipples taut against her dress. Her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her manicured bush concealed the slick, pulsing heat between her thighs. Every step amplified her need as she ventured deeper into the Maze.

Chitra’s senses were razor-sharp—every rustle, every snap of a twig, sent her pulse skyrocketing. Her fantasy consumed her: Shadow emerging, a stranger’s force, binding her, taking her in a game of consensual conquest. She paused at a stone bench, the rope brushing her skin like a lover’s promise.

A sudden crunch of gravel behind her froze her blood. Before she could turn, a strong hand gripped her throat, pulling her back against a hard, masculine frame. Aryan’s presence was a tidal wave, and his dominance enveloped her without a glimpse of his face.

His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a low sound, “Chitra, you’re mine tonight.” The words were a chain, binding her to the moment, his identity still a shadow. His other hand roamed, deliberate and commanding, tracing the tethers of his game.

He tugged the blindfold around her neck, letting it slide against her skin. His fingers brushed the silver key at her throat. He tightened the rope on her wrist, pulling it taut. The sensation making her gasp, her body arching instinctively against him.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his hand slid down. His fingers were grazing the edge of the crotchless panties beneath her dress. He moved between her thighs. Not touching her but hovering close, feeling the heat of her arousal.

“I could take you now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise, “so easily, right here, where anyone could see.” Her knees buckled, the thrill of his power, the public danger, igniting her fantasy—a stranger’s force, consensual but raw.
But he didn’t.

He released her throat, stepping back, leaving her trembling, breathless, and aching. On the bench, he left a single black rose, its thorns sharp, a token of the danger she craved. His final whisper lingered: “Soon, Chitra. Be ready.”

Chitra stumbled back to the suite. The rose clutched in her hand, its thorns pricking her skin. She wrote, her words a fevered confession.

July 21, 2025. Shadow, your hands, your voice—they broke me open. I felt you, your strength, the rope, the heat you didn’t claim. I wanted you to blindfold me, bind me, take me there—a consensual rape, my surrender to his force. I was yours, shaking, wet, ready.

The rose cuts me now, like your absence. I need your face, your name. I’ll go deeper, risk it all, to be claimed by you.

Chitra’s submission in the Maze—her body, her gasps—had tested his control. Her heat was a siren’s call to his dominance. He planned his next move with precision, knowing she was on the edge of total surrender. On the ninth morning, Chitra and Samir were at a vineyard tour.

He slipped into the suite. He wrote in her diary, his script sharp and commanding: ‘Chitra, you gave yourself to me in the Maze. I saw you, felt you. Tomorrow, at midnight, go to the hotel’s rooftop terrace. Wear the panties, the blindfold tied loosely, the rope around both wrists. Bring the rose. I’ve left you proof.’

Beside the diary, he placed a small envelope containing a single photograph from the camera. A grainy image of Chitra in the Maze, her silhouette against the hedges, the rope trailing from her wrist. Tucked with it was a worn leather cord, its faint scent of cedar a subtle clue to his presence.
Chitra returned to the suite, her heart lurching as she opened the diary. The photograph stole her breath. Her form in the Maze, exposed, owned by his lens. The leather cord felt alive in her hands, its cedar scent stirring something primal, a whisper of the man behind the shadow.

She clutched the rose, its thorns a reminder of his touch, and wrote, her words a desperate plea.

July 22, 2025. Shadow, your photo burns me. You saw me, captured me, and I’m yours. The cord—it’s you, isn’t it? I smell you, feel you, but I need more. The rooftop terrifies me, but I crave it—your ropes, your blindfold, your camera rolling as you take me, a stranger’s force I choose.

I’ll go, bound, ready. Give me your name, your face. I’m begging.

At midnight, Chitra went to the terrace.. The Mediterranean breeze carried the scent of salt and roses. The city lights twinkled far below. The terrace was a private oasis—low lanterns, cushioned lounges, a glass railing exposing her to distant windows.

She wore the crotchless panties, the blindfold tied loosely around her neck. The rope looped around both wrists, its ends trailing. The silver key hung at her throat, the lock charm in her pocket. The black rose clutched tightly, its thorns biting her palm.

Her breasts were swollen, nipples straining against her thin dress. Her chest heaved with anticipation. Her manicured bush hid the slick heat of her arousal, her thighs trembling as she stood by the railing, the night air teasing her exposed skin.

The silence was deafening, her senses straining for him. Then, a soft rustle behind her. Aryan was there, a shadow materialising from the darkness. His presence was a storm, masculine and unyielding, his identity still veiled by the night. He moved silently.

His breath hot against her neck as he pressed himself close, his hard frame a wall of dominance. “Chitra,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, “you’re mine.” His hands were swift, one tightening the rope around her wrists, binding them in front of her.

The other lifts the blindfold to cover her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The sensation was electric, her fantasy unfolding in real time. His touch was deliberate, exploring her with a possessiveness that surpassed her dreams. His fingers traced her curves, sliding over her breasts.

Teasing her erect nipples through the dress before slipping inside to pinch them, drawing a sharp gasp. He pressed himself closer, letting her feel his erection through his clothes. A promise of his own arousal that made her knees weaken. His hands roamed lower, grazing the crotchless panties.

Then dipping between her thighs. His fingers found her, slick and ready. He explored her with slow, deliberate strokes, circling but never rushing. His touch was a fire that pushed her to the edge. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a blade, “and I’ll take you when I choose.”

Chitra’s body arched, her moans swallowed by the night, the public exposure of the terrace amplifying every sensation. The camera, hidden in his pocket, was a silent threat. Its potential to capture her surrendering a thrill she hadn’t anticipated.

Aryan’s dominance was overwhelming. His touch was a symphony of control and desire, far beyond the rough claiming she’d imagined. As her climax built, his fingers moved with precision, pushing her over the edge. She shattered, her body convulsing, a cry escaping her lips.

Waves of pleasure consumed her, the blindfold and ropes anchoring her to his will. Before she could collect herself, Aryan was gone. The blindfold slipped loose, the ropes still bound. But his presence vanished, leaving the black rose, a single thorn stained with her blood from clutching it too tightly.

Chitra sank to her knees, breathless, overwhelmed. Her body still humming with the intensity that had eclipsed her expectations. She returned to the suite, the rose and ropes trembling in her hands, and wrote, her words a torrent.

July 24, 2025. Shadow, you broke me tonight. Your hands, your touch, your hardness. I felt you everywhere, more than I imagined. You claimed me, bound me, made me yours under the stars, and I came apart for you. I thought I knew what I wanted.

But you gave me more—fire, danger, surrender. The camera, the rose, your voice—I’m lost in you. Where did you go? I need your name, your face. I’m yours, forever.

The next evening, Chitra was in the suite while Samir dined with hotel acquaintances. Chitra’s body still thrummed with the rooftop’s memory. She lay on the bed, the black rose beside her, its thorns a sharp reminder. Closing her eyes, she relived Aryan’s touch.

His fingers on her nipples, his erection pressed against her. His strokes between her thighs. Her hand slipped beneath her robe, mimicking his rhythm, her breaths becoming gasps as she imagined his voice, “You’re mine.” Her fingers moved faster, her body arching.

The crotchless panties were a wicked echo of his claim. The climax hit like a wave, her moans soft but desperate, the rose’s scent filling her senses. Driven by a reckless need to deepen their game, Chitra decided to give Shadow a piece of herself. She needed a pen drive.

Over breakfast, she turned to Samir, her voice casual but her pulse racing: “Love, could you pick up a USB drive today? I want to save some photos.” Samir’s brow furrowed, his eyes searching hers. “Photos? You’ve been so distracted, Chitra. What’s going on?”

His tone was sharp, suspicion lacing his words. She forced a smile, blaming wedding memories. But his gaze lingered, unease settling between them. He agreed, but the exchange left her shaken, the risk of exposure growing.
That afternoon, Samir returned with the pen drive, his expression guarded.

Chitra waited until he was asleep. She set up her phone on a tripod in the bathroom, the black rose and rope beside her. She wore the crotchless panties, the silver key at her throat, and began recording.

Her hands roamed her body, reliving the rooftop—pinching her nipples, sliding between her thighs, her moans a whispered offering to Shadow. “This is for you,” she breathed, her climax captured in soft gasps. The camera was stealing her surrender as he had.

She transferred the video to the pen drive, wrapped it in the leather cord, and left it on the desk with a note: “Shadow, see me as I see you.” Aryan found the pen drive the next morning, his heart pounding. He retreated to a private staff room.

He played the recording, Chitra’s body a vision of submission—her curves, her gasps, her fingers echoing his touch. His arousal was immediate, his erection straining as he watched her surrender. Her voice calling to him. The gift was a fire, her boldness testing his restraint.

He wanted to claim her fully, bind her, take her under his camera’s gaze, but the game demanded patience. He gripped the rose, its thorns pricking his palm, a mirror to his desire.

On the tenth morning, while Chitra and Samir were at a coastal village, Aryan entered the suite. He wrote in her diary, ‘Chitra, your gift is mine, as you are. Wear this tomorrow, and know I’m near.’

He left a small, discreet vibrating device, sleek and black, with a note, ‘Insert it, and I’ll control it when I’m close. Feel me, always.’ The device was paired to a remote he carried, a new tether for public thrill. Its vibrations were a secret he’d wield to push her fantasy further.

Chitra returned, her breath catching at his words and the device. The pen drive was gone, her gift claimed, and the vibrator was a daring escalation, promising his dominance in every moment. She wrote, her words a vow.

July 25, 2025. Shadow, you have my surrender, my body on your screen. I felt you watching, and I’m burning. This device—it’s you, inside me, controlling me. I’ll wear it, feel you, let you take me in public without a touch. I’m yours, but I need your face, your name. Find me soon.

The rest of the story continues in Part 2.

During my teenage years, I had a massive crush on my friend Gowri (name changed, of course). I used to always think about her. I even asked her out once in college, but she wasn’t interested. I was a fat nerd, and she was pretty hot.

After that, we just kinda stopped talking. I am not a fan of Instagram or Snapchat, so I had no clue about her. I just focused on myself after the rejection, joined a gym and focused more on my academics. I didn’t really think about her after a point.

A few months ago, I went to my friend’s apartment (just a few floors below my apartment) for a party. There I see Gowri sitting. I was wondering if that’s really her. I confirmed with my friend, and it was actually her. I stayed away a little, trying to decide what I should do.

She was sitting there, totally uninterested, somewhat sad. Seeing her after a long time, in loose jeans and a crop top, I felt she was hotter than ever. I thought it was now or never. I decided to talk to her.

Surprisingly, she remembered me. She didn’t recognise me at first sight, but after hearing my name, she instantly remembered. We spoke about general topics, nothing particularly interesting. I found out that she and my friend are colleagues. Gowri didn’t know anyone else there.

I seized the opportunity, and I invited Gowri to my apartment. I told her we could talk peacefully about the old days. She agreed. Both of us headed up in the lift. She is shorter than me, so I had a nice view of her boobs while standing in the lift.

As soon as we got into my apartment, I went and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I started to initiate conversation with her to get her to be comfortable with me.

Me: So, how is life going?

Gowri: Umm, usual, I think. Nothing special.

I sensed that she was hesitant to talk about things.

Me: Do you drink?

Gowri: Yes, you have something?

Me: I have some gin.

Gets the bottle and glasses. Pours both of us some.

Gowri: I couldn’t recognise you at all when I saw you. When did you get this fit?

Me: I’ve been hitting the gym since college. You look better than ever, I’d say.

Gowri: No need for empty compliments.

She grinned and took a shot of gin. I could see that the alcohol is making her a bit more open with me.

Me: So, tell me what exactly is happening in your life?

She gulped down another shot.

Gowri: Everything is messed up.

Me: More details, please.

Gowri: Going through a breakup, and things are bad at the office. My ex thought I was worthless, and now my boss thinks the same. It’s fucked.

I took a shot of gin, poured her another shot.

Me: Things like this are why we drink.

I gently held her soft hands.

Me: You should be treated right. Forget about the past.

Gowri: Exactly. I’ve forgotten the last time someone took care of me like this.

Gets close to her.

Me: (whispers in her ears) You deserve way more.

I kissed the back of her ears. She didn’t respond. I kissed the same place again. She didn’t stop me. I put my hand around her thin waist and pulled her closer, kissed her lips. She kissed back. I started kissing her slowly and passionately.

I gripped her tightly, holding her waist, and started kissing her neck. I kissed both her hands. Lifted her and took her to the bedroom. She took off my t-shirt and started kissing my chest. I held her waist, slowly felt her body.

I took off her crop top, kissed her boobs. Kissed her while fondling her boobs. I unbuttoned her jeans, and she removed them. I held her tightly, my hands on her ass.

Gowri: It’s been so long.

I squeezed her ass a bit.

Me: You need a good fucking, don’t you?

Slowly slid my fingers into her panties. Feels her wet pussy. Gowri moans. I unhook her bra, and start sucking her nipples. I lift her holding her ass, sit on the bed and put her on my lap. I suck her nipples, gently bite them to make her moan.

I put my hand into her panties and finger her pussy. I feel her hand on my crotch. I lay her down, remove her panties, spread her legs and kiss her wet pussy. She grabs my hair and moans. I lick her wet pussy making her shiver. She squeezes my head between her legs. She moans louder.

I stop and stand straight. She got up and kissed me. Her hands were on my shorts, rubbing my erection. She puts her hand in my shorts and rubs my hard cock while kissing me. She keeps going down kissing me.

Gowri: Now let me take care of you.

She pulled my dick out, and kissed it. Licked it. Spits on it and gently rubs it. She sucked my balls. She sucked my cock while I held her hair back. I grabbed her boobs, looking at them giggle while she sucked me.

I kissed her, passionately while she held my dick. I layed her down, spit on her pussy. Rubbed my dick over it.

Gowri: Fuck me.

I put my hands on her waist and shoved my dick into her wet pussy. I could feel her soft wet pussy all around my hard dick. I started gently and got faster. I wrapped one arm around her waist, other arm on her boobs and fucked her hard. She wrapped her legs around me while I fucked her.

Gowri: Ah, I’m going to cum.

I pulled out. Kiss her hard. I put her on top of me and lay down on the bed. She places herself over my dick. She begins to ride me. I hold her boobs in my hand. I spank her.

Me: Faster, I want to cum in you!

She continues, she moans loudly and cums. Her cum oozing all over my cock.
I hold her ass and continue fucking her. I cum in her pussy. I put her down and hold her tight. Kisses her gently, she kisses back.

My name is Anna. I am 34 years old. I have a husband who’s 41 years of age, and two kids who are 13 and 11. Ever since my marriage, I’ve been a loyal wife and a good mother to my kids. I married my boyfriend from college. We were in love then, and I’ve never had any doubts or confusion that he is my man. I’ve always stayed with him through his ups and downs.

I had two friends I used to go out with, both of them friends from my church, Stephy and Betty. We used to go out shopping. Stephy and Betty are very modern; they wear modern clothes all the time and have made me try dresses when I’m with them. I’ve been told that I’m sexy and hot, and I like hearing it.

Even though I mostly wear sarees and salwar, I like to wear them tight, showing my shape. And I love deep-neck sarees.

Coming to the story.

This happened two or three months ago. I’ve been using Facebook for a while and never used to flirt with any strangers or other men. But one day, I got a request from a guy called Salim. His name was unique because his account picture had an Om in it. I was surprised, and I thought I’d ask him about it.

We started talking for a while. And after two or three days, we became friends. He is 25 years old. And I thought of him as a younger brother or son. I never had any bad feelings about him.

One day, my friend posted a photo of the three of us. I was wearing a saree, Stephy was in a black bodycon long dress, and Betty was wearing a green sundress. Salim saw our photo and told me that I look sexy in a saree. It was unexpected; I thought he wouldn’t call me sexy, but he did, and I liked it. I reacted with a smiling emoji. He replied, asking me if I have pictures of myself in a dress. When I told him no, he started telling me about how those clothes would make me look pretty, etc. I was enjoying it somewhat. That’s when he told me that he’d take me shopping someday. I was surprised again; how can this guy be so cool talking to a married woman like this? I couldn’t stop it somehow.

But I told him that we’ll never meet because of how things are. However, he started asking me questions about what I like, what I don’t like… somehow, it was evident for both of us that I like to wear modern clothes, and it was more convincing that I like to expose my skin.

His questions were making me question myself. He was getting into my head. One day, he asked me for my selfie, and I actually sent him a photo of mine. Out of nowhere, he asked if he could see my cleavage. I was shocked for a while. And I said to him not to talk to me like that. But he was not backing down. Since I didn’t block him, it was a green flag for him. And then, after a few days, while changing sarees for a marriage, I actually shared a picture of mine in a blouse and skirt with Salim. He was not surprised. It was as if he was expecting it. Then, his next question shocked me: “When do I get to play with this?”

I jokingly said, “Never, all you get is to watch.”

Then he said, “Can I watch it in real?”

Me: “Maybe.”

Salim: “Can I see you naked?”

Me: “No.”

Salim: “Bikini?”

Me: “I don’t think so.”

Salim: “At least a short dress? Even you want to try it, don’t you?”

Me: “Hmmm.”

Salim: “Yeah? Flaunt your sexy curves, expose a little skin, knowing men are looking at your cleavage; don’t you want to explore this feeling?”

Me: “Hmmm.”

Salim: “Yes or no?”

Me: “Yes, but I’m happily married and have kids.”

Salim: “That doesn’t change the fact that you desire to be my girl for a day.”

Me: “Your girl?”

Salim: “For a day, you’ll be. Just tell me when you’re free.”

I thought about the conversation and decided to meet him, not realizing what I was getting into. I told him that I’d meet him that Sunday, and he asked me to wax my legs and arms. I realized that he was planning something. But still, I was ready to explore this.

I told my husband that I was going out with Stephy on Sunday after church. He wanted me to wear a saree. And we were planning to meet at Central Mall.

The day before, I waxed and was excited and tense. I was going to meet a complete stranger whom I met on Facebook, lying to my husband, and not thinking about my kids.

The next morning, I went to church, came back, and wore a black sleeveless blouse and a saree. I wore the saree neat, but the cleavage was a bit visible through the saree.

I reached the mall, and he asked me to wait for five minutes. I realized that I’m being a college girl who is waiting for a guy. Or am I a slut? A lot of things started coming to my mind. I got a call on Facebook. He told me that if I wanted to meet him, I have to do something. I was pissed, and I started walking out. But when I was about to exit, I stopped and decided to do what he asked. He wanted me to show more of my cleavage. I went to the washroom, made sure my cleavage was well seen, came out, and there he was – tall and fair, well-built. He smiled at me and told me, “Hi, Anna, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me,” and he looked at my cleavage. He patted my head and said, “You are beautiful; your husband is so lucky to have you. And maybe from today, I’ll be luckier.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Salim: “You know exactly what I meant.”

Me: “Salim, I am really excited to be here; all in for the fun, but I will have certain limitations, and I can’t cross it.”

Salim: “I understand. But our deal is still on, right?”

Me: “Seeing me in a short dress?”

Salim: “Yes.”

Me: “Let’s go to the fashion store.”

We started walking, and I started realizing men are looking at me.

Salim: “Are you enjoying all the attention?”

Me: “Kind of” with a smile.

We got into the fashion store, and he picked a few dresses for me. I was excited and scared. I picked four dresses and went into the dressing room. Removing the saree was a task. I removed the saree, standing and watching myself in the matching black lingerie. Then, I wore the first green dress; it was too tight, my boobs were popping out, but it was till my knees. I opened the door and put my head out and called Salim and told him that I couldn’t come out.

He pushed the door and came in. I was surprised, and he held my right boobs and said, “Yeah, this is too tight for you, too slutty; I don’t think you’re ready for this.”

His act, his words got me confused. I didn’t even react when he held my boob. And what did he mean, not ready? I’ll be ready soon?

I got back to my senses and asked him, “Who gave you permission to touch me?”

Salim: “Baby, the moment you called me to show yourself in this sexy dress, I realized that you will do anything I ask. But I’m not asking for more. Yes, today I’ll touch you; I’ll make sure to size and feel each bit of your body before dropping you home. And yes, I’ll drop you home. Now, change into the blue sundress. Do you understand?” holding my boobs and pushing me to the mirror, turning my front to the mirror.

He whispered, “Do you understand?”

When I was quiet, he squeezed my boob, and I moaned. He left me and started laughing. “Look at you, baby; are you scared? You’re a naughty woman.” I liked that he called me naughty, and he said, “Be naughtier.”

Me: “You sure?”

Salim: “Yes! You’re already here; now, why hold back?”

I smiled and pulled down my dress until it reached the tip of my nipples. The moment he realized my bra and panties were lying around, all of a sudden, he took my bra and stuffed it inside his pockets and got out, telling me to show the other clothes.

The sundress was too short, and my thighs were visible. But I came out wearing it. The salesmen were amazed, looking at me with nipples poking out. He looked at me and told me to try the next one. It was a deep-neck, backless dress with a rope. My boobs were hanging; one jump and my babies would pop out. He told me to try the next one.

It was a black dress with a long skirt with three slits at the front, and it looked like my boobs were cupped and looked so busty. The slits made sure that my thighs were visible when I walked. He was happy seeing me in it and asked me to change and come. I started wearing my saree; it was weird, a weird sensation wearing a blouse without a bra. And after a long 15 minutes, I wore the saree and came out. While walking to the billing counter, I realized we were going to buy all those dresses, and he was planning to pay. But what’s his plan? Where does he plan to take me to wear all that? It’s already night. He packed it, and while walking back, he saw something – a satin dress. He said to me, “I want to see you in that.”

Me: “But it’s hard to change again.”

He held my hand, walked towards the dress, picked it up, took me to the dressing room. He came along and started stripping me. That moment, I realized I have submitted to him; I’m his slut. The loyal wife and mother of 15 years is stripping for a complete stranger. There, I stood in front of him in my blouse and skirt. He held my blouse and pulled so hard that the hooks broke, and my boobs were hanging in front of him, with me trying to cover them. And then he pulled the tie of my skirt, and it fell down.

I was standing in front of a complete stranger in my panties, trying to cover my boobs. He held my hands and raised them up. And with his other hand, he held one my boobs and crushed it so hard that tears started coming from my eyes.

Salim: “Now, wear that satin dress and show me.”

He left me and sat on the stool in the room. I started wearing that, and he was enjoying it. He asked me to turn and raise my hands and saw each bit.

Now, he threw me the sundress and asked me to wear it and meet him outside. I was so shy, but I wore the dress and came out.

He said, “Let’s go for a meal,” and he started walking to the parking. And I started following him.

To be continued…

Hi guys, my name is Rahul, and I am from Hyderabad. My story is kind of a real encounter. I hope you enjoy it.

I am a 22-year-old guy living in Hyderabad. I consider myself a normal guy with a 6ft height and average looks. Due to some reasons, one day, I had to go to my grandmother’s home in Vijayawada.

The first day when I went to my grandmother’s home in the evening, I was tired and slept after eating food. The next day was okay until noon, when the maid entered the home for cleaning.

She’s an average Indian female in her 40s. She has a big, round ass and medium-sized boobs, and she wore a red saree with a black blouse. She’s a dusky beauty. She wasn’t attractive until she sat down to eat snacks and drink tea on the floor. Her cleavage was visible, and her boobs’ shape was visible through her blouse, along with her innocent face. Believe me, this is so tempting to see.

The time, I saw her cleavage and boobs through her blouse was so tempting… So, I planned to have a feeling of her body.

The whole night, I was dreaming of her and fapping. The next morning, I had a plan to get her into bed.

When she came at noon wearing a red saree and a black blouse, she looked so tempting now.

Once she came home, I started talking normally to her, asking how she was doing and what she had for breakfast, etc. She was openly telling me, and she started doing her cleaning job.

I took 500 Rs from my pocket. And when she entered my room to clean, she bent down to mop the floor. I gathered courage and told her she had something on her face, and I’d clean it. She said it was okay. So, I touched her cheek and felt it. Then, I rubbed my hand on her cheek, saying something was there on her cheek.

She said it might be dust. I thought it was going good so far. And then, I told her she looked beautiful and gave her 500 bucks. She was like, “OMG… thank you!!!”

Then, she carried the 500 rs note in her hands until she went to another room. Slowly, I filled her in. She bent over to clean, and at that time, she took the money and kept it in her blouse.

The scene was so horny; her hanging boobs were 60% visible through her blouse. While I was seeing this, she caught me and gave a naughty smile.

I went back to my room. I was thinking about how to have sex with her.

She went to wash clothes. So, I went near her where she was washing clothes and gathered courage to express my thoughts.

I gathered courage and gave facial expressions and hand gestures, indicating I wanted to touch and see her boobs. While the maid was washing clothes, she was seeing me and smiling. I was pleading ‘please’ with hand gestures and facial expressions.

She said, “Are you serious?” with a naughty smile. She said, “Tomorrow, we can have a conversation about this.” And I was pleading ‘please now’ in gesture and facial expressions.

Once she finished washing clothes, she passed near me and intentionally touched my dick. This was the moment – yes. Then I slowly, from the side, touched her boobs; she was horny and shy. Then, she suddenly left home, saying, “Tomorrow.”

I was waiting eagerly for tomorrow. Now, when she was a bit away from home, she was doing facial expressions, as if she would be very happy today, as I would be fucking her.

She came home; I opened the door, and she gave a naughty smile and a dense look in her eyes.

Then I followed her to the end of the home, where the bathroom was. When we were near the bathroom, I took courage and slowly held her saree from the back and lifted it up. There you go – the perfect round ass of a woman.

I was in heaven seeing it. I slowly touched it. It was my first time touching a woman’s ass. It was like bread – so soft.

Then I dropped her saree and turned her, lifting her saree from the front to see her pussy.

It was heaven – less hair and full of pleasure. I was touching it, licking it, putting my finger in… she was in heaven. Then I licked her pussy for some time while she was standing.

Then I moved up, unhooked her blouse, and oh yeah, her boobs. Her boobs were so tempting. I felt like I was in heaven. I grabbed her right boob and started to suck while playing with the left one.

We kissed passionately for some time, and then she started to clean the home.

I followed her into whichever room she went, finally ending up in one room where she shut the door.

With a naughty smile, she lay down on the ground, lifting her saree and showing her black, red pussy.

I laid on her and took out my tool, inserting it into her pussy. Believe me, it’s a beautiful and satisfying experience when your dick slowly goes into her pussy; I was feeling the heat of her pussy.

She was slow moaning, saying, “Ahh… ass… ahhhhh…” in pleasure. I fucked her for 15 minutes, and it was so pleasurable. After that, we kissed each other. And then, I went down to lick her pussy.

I started to lick her pussy; it was so amazing. She was enjoying it so badly that she came badly, which I felt on my face. She took my tool and hesitantly did a blow job, as it was her first time. Nonetheless, she was good at it.

Then we did it in the missionary position. This was so good; I was stroking for most of the time. When my dick went out, she picked it up with her hand and inserted it back in, and we fucked until we cummed and enjoyed as hell.

While I was stroking my tool, I stopped to see whether she was enjoying or not. In my favor, when I stopped, she started to stroke strongly. It’s the most pleasurable moment.

After this, we went back, cleaned ourselves, and she went home.

This was so interesting, as it was my first encounter with a maid. Let me know how it was in the comments.

I’m a 6’1” tall, dark brown man. I loved that you reached out to me from my previous story. Steamy Sex with a Gorgeous Single Mom in Kolkata

I lived in Pune for a few years, but since the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been staying in Kolkata.

I’ll start from where I ended in the first part. After penetrating Susmita for around 30–35 minutes, I was exhausted and ejaculated in the condom inside her, then fell flat on her right side. My left hand started caressing her right breast over her top, and she began holding and playing with my semi-limp dick.

We were both a little tired and hungry. It was around 2:30 PM or slightly earlier. I asked her and ordered two plates of chicken tikka.

Although we spoke in Bengali, I’ll write about the conversations in English. However, some sentences will be in the original Bengali to keep the authentic essence. Don’t worry, I’ll translate the meaning.

Me: (while lying) Susmita, have you noticed we had sex, but we still aren’t naked?

Susmita: Haha, yeah, I just noticed.

Me: I loved this. Do you mind sharing what went wrong with your ex-husband, if you’re not uncomfortable?

Susmita: Ours was a love marriage, but he wasn’t a responsible guy and didn’t want children. After we had our son, he also became abusive and resorted to physical violence.

Me: Oh shit. Didn’t you want alimony for the divorce and all that?

Susmita: Mangne ke liye uske paas hona bhi toh chahiye kuch. (He should have something before I can demand.)

She laughed. I felt a little romantic and side-cuddled her. She is quite shorter than I, and she first bit me on my shirt, then started opening it. I cooperated, and she slowly removed my shirt and helped me take off my vest. She started rubbing her face against my chest.

Since I have a little chest hair, she was playing with it. Meanwhile, I was squeezing her buttocks with my right hand and giving her a tingling sensation in her butt crack. I started feeling a romantic connection with her. Meanwhile, I was just in my underwear and jeans.

They were pulled down toward my ankles. I leaned toward her, getting on top. She started licking my chest while I held her by her hair and pulled it. She made a little noise, as if I were some villain trying to play with her chastity. However, she grasped me tightly and crossed her legs around my buttocks.

I forced my tongue inside her mouth and even spat inside it. Honestly, I didn’t know how she would react, but she enjoyed it and held me tighter. Once she held me tighter, I started exploring her mouth with my tongue. It was a little wild and kinky with all my saliva in her mouth.

My hands continuously moved across her head, back, and buttocks. We were both in a trance-like state, craving each other. I started to hold her legs, put them up, and placed my manhood without a condom on her pussy opening, about to give a push. She first gave a shocked expression, then nodded.

The moment I was about to thrust, my phone rang, and I saw it was the Zomato delivery guy. I told him to come to the room and asked Susmita to go to the washroom. Although she was wearing her top, she had no panties or anything on the bottom. I dressed up in jeans and a vest and took the food.

Susmita: Valo holo phone ta elo, noile to condom chara e amar gude dhon ta dhukiye dite. (Glad that the call came, otherwise, you’d have fucked me without a condom.)

Me: Huh, toh nije baran korbe, eto problem thakle. (You should stop me then.)

Susmita: Ami keno korbo? Amar o toh thap khete bhalo lage tomar. (Why would I stop you? Even I love getting fucked by you.)

We both started grinning.

We ate the food. She ate less because she was on a diet.

One thing is, just after meals, my libido decreases exponentially. It was almost 4:30 PM. She was without panties the entire time. After lunch, I started fingering her casually. She held my neck, groaning, “Aah, aah, Siddhartha.” I loved those noises.”

But honestly, I was doing it for her as I was feeling a little lazy. She understood this, tied her hair in a bun, sat on the bed, and indicated she wanted to suck me. I wasn’t hard at the time and asked if she was sure since she’d just eaten lunch. She nodded and started sucking my dick.

I loved her style, but the height didn’t match. I asked her to sit on the floor. She replied that she might be uncomfortable. I said, “Come on, sit on the floor, I’m doing the necessary stuff.” I took a pillow and placed it on the floor. She put her knees on the pillow and started sucking me.

I was still not erect at that point, my God. The way she sucked me, I got rock hard and a little beastly. I said, “Susmita, you’re mine. Who permitted you to wear that top still, huh?” I snatched away her top, and she was left in her bra. I didn’t open her bra via the hook; instead, I just pulled it off with pressure.

I held her head and started thrusting into her mouth with force. I was a little sceptical since she might vomit after lunch. But to my shock, she loved it when I was gagging her. This gave me a lot of enthusiasm, and each stroke hit her throat.  After maybe two minutes, she asked me to stop.

I understood she might be uncomfortable, so I stopped. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. We went into the 69 position, with me on my back and her on top. I licked her, but because of the height difference, we weren’t able to properly replicate the 69 position.

Maybe it was also because it was our first day, and we weren’t fully accustomed to each other. So, I sat up instead of lying down and dug my tongue deep between her pussy lips. She was in absolute ecstasy and wasn’t able to suck me properly then. I was also getting harder.

I sucked her for some time, and girls and women, I have a big tongue 👅. After about five minutes of my sucking, Susmita said, “Fuck me, Siddhartha.” This was before I got an injury from the gym, so I was very strong and fit at that time. I flipped her around with her legs crossed around me.

I started to bite her nipples and suck them hard. She kept saying, “Lagche toh, babu.” (It’s hurting, baby.) But she never pushed me. I took advantage of that and continued sucking. Her breasts, nipples, belly, navel—everything was drowning in my saliva.

I got hard, paused sucking, jerked my cock five or six times, and was rock hard. All of a sudden, I picked her up, got off the bed, and held her like a rag doll. I carried her and placed her against the wall. She was neither ready for this action nor for the bareback fucking.

I locked her legs and inserted my penis fast inside her, starting to ram her. She was constantly screaming while I was ramming her. But after two minutes, she said, “Baby, erom na, condom chara koro na, baby, please.” (Don’t do it without a condom, baby, please.)

Honestly, this wasn’t even in my mind. I thought, “What the fuck am I doing?” I took her back to the bed in the missionary position, but she said, “I want to ride you, baby.” I said, “Okay, love.” She made me wear a condom, then sat on my dick.

She wasn’t the best at riding, but seeing her perfectly shaped breasts juggling, I loved it. I was holding her waist. She was going up, down, front, and back, and I was rock hard. She started shivering after 20 minutes and said, “I’m cumming.” I held her tight, but I wasn’t done yet.

She started to get up from me, but I held her tight. She understood I wasn’t done, so she continued riding me. But after another 15 minutes, she was exhausted and said, “Parchi na ar.” (I can’t anymore.)

I wasn’t done yet. I somehow last much longer when I’m lying on the bed. I told her, “No worries,” and she got off. We did a bit of cute cuddling, and it was a good time. She mentioned initially that she had to leave the hotel by 8:30 PM.

But we were done by 7:00 PM, so she slowly started getting ready. She mentioned she loved the clothes sex we had. While she was getting ready, I had an evil plan. I watched some pornography and got a little hard. It was 7:30 PM, and we were about to leave the hotel.

I held her hand and said, “Where are you going, baby?”

She was surprised.

Me: You loved the sex with clothes, right? Let’s have one more round with clothes on.

Susmita: Baby, come on, we’re late.

Me: Come on, you’re not.

Susmita: (grinning) Yes, we still have time.

I opened the hook of my jeans, pulled them down a little, along with my underwear. I held her jeans and panties together, pulling them down. I made her stand in front of the almirah in a doggy position. I wore a condom, took her hair to the left so I could see her properly in the mirror.

I placed my dick against her pussy from behind, held her waist, and started ramming her. She was groaning continuously for 15 minutes. I wanted to cum badly, so I put in extra effort and finally came in the condom. We rested on the bed for 15–20 minutes.

After that, we’ve stayed in touch and text, but we haven’t had time for sex. I was in a relationship for some time, which was also a reason. But we’re on good terms. I cherish the time I spent with Susmita.

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Hi, I’m Nitros, and this is a story of how I got my best friend’s girl to have sex with me.

Elisha. Aditya and I were the 3 best friends in college. Elisha and Aditya started dating in their second year of college. But they had a patchy relationship. One time they fought, but I remained both their best friends. They keep taking breaks and get back eventually.

This time, they were on a break. She was really upset, so I asked her to come home. Around 7, she came to my apartment. My friends had gone out to party, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. I had ordered some ice cream earlier and had given her one bowl of it.

She sat on my bed and ate it. We spoke for a while, and then we started talking about Aditya. She said how much she cares about him, but he doesn’t put in the same effort back. I told her that she deserves better and encouraged her to move on. She started crying.

So I patted her back, put her head on my shoulder, and hugged her. I could smell her perfume, and it was already turning me on. I saw her face, and she had a tearful eye. I couldn’t resist but look at her lips. I moved in for a kiss, and she didn’t hesitate to move back.

I kissed her, and she didn’t move back either. We kissed for around 30 seconds, and then she moved back. I was like I’m sorry. She was like, “Shit how can I do this?” I asked her if she felt guilty. She said yes. I told her she’s on a break, so it’s fine. I wouldn’t talk about this to anyone.

She was like Thanks. I was a really good friend, and she needs to leave. I looked at her again, and then boom, I went in again, and she also came in. We started making out this time. Her hands were on my face, and I was holding her head.

We fell on the bed and I started holding her hips, pulling her closer to me. Slowly, my hands slid under her T-shirt, and I could feel her soft skin. My hands went up, and I could feel her bra. We were still making out, and I started pulling her T-shirt on top.

Elisha’s chest rose and fell rapidly as I took off her T-shirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and shorts, my hands immediately tracing the curves of her waist, moving up to the swell of her breasts. Her bra was soft, barely containing her.

I could already see the outline of her nipples hardening under the fabric.

“Fuck, Elisha… you’re so hot,” I groaned, my voice rough with lust. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second before whispering, “We shouldn’t… Aditya—”

“He’s not here.” There was hesitation in her touch, a war behind her eyes.

“We shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her lips were still parted, still wet from our kiss. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the edge of her bra. “Say it, and I will.” She didn’t. I finally unhooked it, and she arched against me, letting out a shaky moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I held her bare breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, light brown, perfect, the kind a man could worship, not too big, not too small, but small and round.

“We shouldn’t—” she gasped into my mouth. I didn’t wait—I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue until she arched under me.
“Fuck…” she moaned again.

“Fuck… we shouldn’t—” she started, but I cut her off with another deep kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. I could taste the ice cream, sweet and faintly vanilla, mixed with something hotter, needier.

“You want this,” I said against her lips. My hand slides down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts. She was already wet—I could feel the heat through her panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groaned, rubbing my fingers over the damp fabric.
She let out a shaky moan. “I shouldn’t… we can’t…” But her hips lifted, grinding against my hand. “You sure about that?” I smirked, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down.

Her pussy was gorgeous—neatly trimmed, glistening with arousal. I didn’t waste time. I spread her thighs and buried my face between them, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.

I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. Her moans got louder, more desperate, until her whole body tensed. She cum with a broken cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I pulled back, licking my lips, watching as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you,” I said, crawling up her body. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I removed them along with my underwear, my cock hard and aching. I positioned myself between her legs, the tip pressing against her entrance.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust but still flickering with guilt. “We… we can’t go further. This was already too much.” I cupped her face, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My dick was already touching the enterance of her pussy, slowly circling the opening with my tip.

“FUCK!” she screamed, her walls stretching. I pushed my dick in. “Oh God, oh God, No, this is wrong,” she screamed. It was tighter than I fucking imagined, pulling out and driving back in. Her nails raked down my back as I set a punishing pace.

Her boobs bouncing with every thrust. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. Her boobs bouncing with every thrust as I fucked her like an animal.

“Fuck…” I whispered, while my dick inside her, “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” I murmured against her neck, biting just hard enough to make her moan. “But it’s me touching you. I’m making you feel this good.”
She shuddered, her fingers scratching my back. “I hate you for this,” she said.

After a while, I flipped her onto her stomach, and she was on her hands and knees, her hips up. She gasped as I entered her from behind, her ass pressed against me. Her ass was perfect round, begging to be marked. Everyone used to stare at them in college, and now it’s mine.

I kept fucking her doggy and said, “I’ve thought about this… so many fucking times.” To be honest I always wanted to do this, I wanted to fuck her and this was my chance. “Tell me you’ve thought about this,” I growled against her mouth, driving into her harder. She didn’t reply but kept moaning.

After a while, I made her sit on top. She was riding me, her boobs in my face as she bounced on my cock, her moans loud and shameless. I was about to cum so I told her this and she got off. She didn’t want me to cum inside her. I told her that I might have pre cum so it’s better if she takes an i-pill either way.

But when it was over, the guilt hit her. She curled into a ball, tears in her eyes. “What did we just do?” I told her it was nothing and that everyone had the right to have some fun. It’s technically not cheating because they were on a break. I told her that I’ll keep it between us and that I won’t tell him.

My roommates were almost coming back, so I asked her to get dressed and sit before that. She went to the washroom to wash. I quickly turned on my phone and kept it near the window, turning on the camera. As soon as she came out, I pulled her into the angle of the camera and kissed her.

She had her top on, so I removed it quickly so I could get it in the video. We kissed for like 2 minutes. She wanted to get dressed, so I agreed. As soon as she turned, I took my phone, closed my camera, and put on my clothes.

She left after a while and asked me to keep it between us, and that this won’t happen again. After she went, I watched the video, but it wasn’t much. It was us kissing I could see her ass and boobs.

They eventually got back, but they started hanging out a little less with me. I asked her if she had told him anything. She said no and that she feels different when she sees me now.

One day, I asked her how she felt that night, and she said she felt guilty, but she doesn’t regret it. I knew I would get an opportunity again.

This is not a fiction but a true story.

Neha could not sleep, tossing in bed. Her 28-year-old body hot, her pussy itching after Rohan’s soft fucking. She loved her 29-year old husband, his gentle kisses, his tongue licking her pussy.

But his slow, careful thrusts left her pussy hungry for hard, fast pounding like in porn films. The clock showed 8 a.m., and she got up, her slip and shorts hugging her curves. She went to the living room. Her mind was full of dirty thoughts, craving the taboo thrill.

She sat on the couch, opened her mobile, and messaged Viki, which was short for Vikram. Her best friend since college, whom she would marry if Rohan were not in the picture.

Neha: Viki, are you up? I’m horny right now.

Vikram: Neha, damn, already? What’s got you so hot?

Neha: Rohan’s fucking is too soft. I need it hard. Want to play? You’re my secret fuck.

Vikram: Hell yes. I grab you, fuck your pussy hard in a dark room, my cock deep, you scream.

Neha’s heart beat fast. Her fingers rubbing her clit through her shorts, picturing Viki’s cock pounding her. Her pussy soaking as she typed.

Neha: That’s so hot. More.

Vikram: I pin your wrists, fuck you faster, your wet pussy squeezes my cock, you beg for it.

She cum hard, breathing heavily, her shorts wet with juice, and licked her fingers, typing again.

Neha: Viki, that was awesome, but my pussy needs real cock.

Vikram: Rohan is not doing it? Got another guy in mind.

Neha: Maybe you, Viki. I’ll tell you soon.

She smiled, thinking of Vikram, his sexy smile, his hard cock she saw once when they hugged tight. She closed the mobile, her body hot. She went back to bed where Rohan slept, not knowing the naughty plans she had. Her mind was set to control everything.

In the bedroom, Neha climbed on Rohan, her blouse open, nipples hard. She sat on his chest, waking him with a cruel smile. “Get up,” she said, her voice strong, pulling his shorts down, his cock already hard. Rohan opened his eyes, smiling, “Neha, you are so horny.”

She laughed, holding his wrists, her pussy rubbing his chest through her shorts, making him moan. Her control starts their dirty game.

“You are mine,” Neha said, taking off her blouse, her big boobs free, then removing her shorts, her wet pussy close to his face. “Beg,” she ordered, pinching his nipples, her smile wicked.

Rohan moaned, “Please, Neha, let me lick you,” his hands on the bed, doing what she wanted. She sat on his face, his tongue licking her pussy, her hands pulling his hair. Her loud moans filled the room. Her mind was thinking of Vikram’s hot messages, wanting more.

Neha took a thin blanket, covering them, her body hidden as she moved on his tongue, making the game hotter. “Lick slow, no hands,” she said, pulling his hair, moaning loudly to tease him. Rohan listened, his tongue licking her pussy, his cock hard under the blanket, wanting her next order.

She cum hard, her thighs tight on his head, screaming. She stayed in control, throwing the blanket off, her sweaty body shining. She moving to rub her pussy on his cock, not letting him inside.

“You want my pussy?” Neha asked, touching his cock slowly, making him shake, his moans making her happy. She sat on his cock, her pussy tight, but moved slowly, making him wait.

“No cumming until I say,” she said, scratching his chest, her boobs moving as she fucked him, her control strong. Rohan’s hands stayed still, his voice weak, “Neha, please,” his body hers, making her pussy wetter, wanting to push him more.

Neha lay on her back, legs open, pussy wet, and pointed at him. “Lick my pussy, make me cum,” she said, pulling his hair as he licked her clit, his tongue fast and soft. She moved her hips, moaning loud, her second cum coming fast as she held his head, her control making him try harder.

She cum, her pussy shaking, and pushed him away. Holding his cock, touching it slowly to keep him hard, her smile planning more. She sat on him again, her back to him, her ass moving as she took his cock in her pussy, tight and hot. “Fuck slow, make it good,” she said, opening her ass to show him, teasing him.

Rohan fucked as she said, his moans loud. Watching her ass, his cock deep, doing what she wanted, making her moan more. She pulled the blanket over them, the heat making it fun, saying, “Slow, don’t hurry.” Her control keeps him in her power.

Neha’s third cum came, her pussy tight on his cock, screaming under the blanket. But she stopped him from cumming. She moved off, sitting on his chest, her pussy wet, rubbing him, not touching his cock.

“You are good when you listen,” she said, kissing him hard. Her tongue in his mouth, her control never stopping. Rohan moaned, his cock hard, his body hers, making her want more dirty games.

She pushed him down, her pussy over his face, not touching. “Make me cum again,” she said, pinching his nipples. Her wet pussy making him try hard. Rohan licked her pussy, his tongue fast.

Her thighs shaking as she sat on his face, cumming hard, screaming, her pussy wet on his mouth. She moved down, holding his cock, touching it fast. “Cum now,” Neha said, licking his cock a little, making him moan.

Her lips on him as she moved her hand. Rohan moaned loud, his cock shooting cum, hot liquid on her boobs, her hand taking it all, her smile winning, her control finishing their hot start.

She lay next to him, both breathing hard, bodies wet with sweat, the bedroom full of their fucking smell. “This is just the start,” she said, “We have more to do.”

Rohan smiled, breathing hard, his eyes full of want, ready for her next game. Neha kissed him, her tongue hard, her control promising more hot fucking. Her phone beeped, and she saw a message from Vikram.

Vikram: Neha, are you serious about me? Tell me more.

Neha: Maybe. Come over this weekend, and find out.

She smiled, thinking of teasing Vikram, fucking him hard. Her pussy hot at the thought of making him hers, one dirty move at a time.