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I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister.

One evening, my friend Irfan called, his voice heavy with worry. His sister, Nida, was in town. She is from Mangalore and married just a month ago, in April 2022. But her husband had to go to Singapore for work for a month.

Nida came to Bangalore to spend time with him. They stayed two days in a hotel, sharing sweet moments before dropping him at the airport. But after he left, she felt sick, weak, dizzy, really unwell. She called Irfan, and he thought of me.

“Sohail, please help,” he said. “Meet Nida, take her to a clinic, get medicines, and help her board a bus to Mangalore.” I was near the airport, so I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Irfan thanked me and sent me her number.

I called Nida right away. She was still at the airport, near the departure gate. “I’m here,” she said, her voice soft and tired. I drove over fast and looked for her. I saw a woman in a black abaya. A niqab covered her face, except for her big, brown eyes, which looked so worn out.

I waved, “Nida? I’m Sohail, Irfan’s friend.” She nodded slowly, “Yes, hi. Thanks for coming.” I smiled, “No problem, let’s go.” To me, a friend’s sister is like my own—no wrong thoughts, just a need to help. She opened the car door and sat beside me.

But right away, she looked worse—her face pale, hands shaking. “You okay?” I asked. She shook her head, “Not good. feeling hot.” To check, I touched her hand—wow, she was burning up, her skin so hot with fever. We couldn’t talk much—she was too weak.

I focused on driving. I took her to a good clinic I knew with kind doctors, hoping they could help her fast. At the clinic, the doctor carefully examined her, taking her temperature and asking questions. Nida sat quietly, her hands folded, her eyes down, shy even with the doctor.

After a while, the doctor turned to me, his voice serious, “She has a high fever and needs rest. I don’t recommend her travelling right now—it could make her worse. Better you send her to relatives if she has any in Bangalore.” I nodded, worried, “Okay, doctor. Thank you.”

He prescribed some medicines—Paracetamol and a few others—and handed me the list. I thanked him again and helped Nida up. We left the clinic, her steps slow, her body weak.

I called Irfan right away, putting the phone on speaker so Nida could hear as well. “Irfan, the doctor checked Nida,” I said. “She’s got a high fever, needs rest, and shouldn’t travel right now. He said to send her to relatives in Bangalore if possible.”

Irfan sighed, “We don’t have relatives there. Let me talk to my family.” Nida looked at me, her eyes tired but grateful, her niqab still on, hiding her face.

Irfan called back, “Sohail, here’s what you can do. Book a hotel for her, drop her there, and then leave for your place. The next morning, pick her up and drop her off at the bus stand if she’s better. I trust you to take care of her.” I nodded, “Got it, Irfan. I’ll handle everything.”

He thanked me, “Thanks a lot, bro,” and hung up. We reached the hotel, a nice place with a cool, air-conditioned room, clean and cosy. It features a soft bed and a small chair in the corner. The evening was warm outside, but the room felt fresh.

I helped Nida walk in, her steps slow from the fever. I put her medicines on the table, filled a glass of water, and said, “Nida, rest well, okay? Take your medicines. I’ll come tomorrow morning.” She nodded, her eyes soft, “Thanks, Sohail, you’re so kind.” I smiled, ready to leave, and said, “Bye then.”

But as I turned, I saw her face—scared, shy, like a lost kid. She whispered, “I’m not feeling good staying alone. I’ve never stayed alone before.” I felt bad. “I know,” I said, “but Irfan told me to leave.” She nodded, “Yeah, even I want you to leave, but…” Her eyes pleaded.

I thought, then said, “Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll sleep on the chair, don’t worry. But don’t tell Irfan.” She agreed

I sat in the chair. She went to the washroom to change. When she came out in a transparent black saree, a tight blouse showing her milky chest and a hint of navel, I was shocked! She had no bag left at the airport in that chaos, probably wearing it for her husband.

Her skin glowed so beautifully—trust me, I’ve seen many girls but never like her! Just then, her phone rang—Irfan. She answered, “Hello, bhai.” I stayed quiet. Irfan asked, “Nida, are you okay? Where’s Sohail?”

She glanced at me, smiling shyly, “I’m fine, bhai. Sohail was so good—he took me to the clinic, got medicines, and left already.” Her praise made my heart jump, but I felt guilty sitting there hidden.

After the call, she lay on the bed, the blanket up to her chin, her face pale again. She had a fever, and I could tell she was in pain, but she was too shy to say it. I was on my phone, scrolling through something, not paying much attention. She kept looking at me, wanting to tell me.

But her lips stayed closed, her eyes full of hesitation. I looked up, saw her face—sweaty, uncomfortable—and understood. “Nida, you okay?” I asked. She nodded slowly, “Just. Fever. And it hurts a little.” Her voice was soft and shy. I touched her forehead. It was hot, burning with fever.

“You need to cool down,” I said, worried. “Let me put a cold cloth on your head.” She looked unsure, “No, it’s okay,” but her body was weak, and she had no choice. She nodded reluctantly, “Okay.” I got up, brought water, dipped a clean cloth in it, squeezed it, and gently placed it on her forehead.

She closed her eyes, the cloth cooling her hot skin. I went back to the chair. After a while, I saw her tossing a little. The cloth was warm now. I got up to change it, dipping a new one in cold water. As I placed it on her forehead, I noticed the blanket.

She was covering herself tightly, but her face looked hotter, with sweat on her cheeks. “Nida,” I said, “this blanket is making you hot. The AC is on—let’s remove it, feel the air.” She shook her head quickly, “No. I’m fine with it.” Her voice was shy, her hands gripping the blanket tighter.

I frowned, “You’re burning up, Nida. It’s not good for your fever.” She replied, “But I’ll feel cold without it.” I didn’t agree, “You need this.” She hesitated again, “No. What if I feel worse?” Her eyes were pleading, but I could see the sweat on her face, her breathing heavy.

I sighed, “Nida, please. Your fever is too high. We have to cool you down.” After a long pause, she looked down, her voice small, “Okay.” I pulled the blanket off gently, keeping my eyes low at first. Her saree was loose now, the transparent black fabric slipping a bit, the tight blouse hugging her body.

She looked so hot! Her skin was like milk, glowing so perfectly, not a single mark. Her navel was a small, cute dip, so beautiful, peeking just above the saree. The blouse was tight, showing the shape of her chest, milky white, so stunning against the black fabric.

I’ve never seen a girl look this gorgeous in a saree; her fever making her cheeks pink adds to her beauty. She glanced at her body, shy, her hands trying to cover herself, but she was too weak. I sat back on the chair, my heart beating fast, trying to focus on helping Nida, not her beauty.

She was still hot, her forehead burning even with the cold cloth. I remembered something, “Nida, I just googled—it says we need to put cold clothes in more places to lower your fever, like your hands, neck, and maybe belly.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide, shy, “No. not the belly, please.” Her voice was soft, her hands pulling the saree to cover her stomach. I nodded, “Okay, let’s start with your hands and neck then.”

I dipped the cloth in cold water, squeezed it, and gently took her hand. Her skin was so soft, glowing even in the dim light, but so hot from fever. I placed the cloth on her wrist, holding it there, the coolness making her sigh a little. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing.

After a minute, I said, “Now, your neck, okay? It’ll help.” She nodded slowly, still shy, “Okay.” I moved the cloth to her neck, her skin smooth and milky. The coolness made her shiver a bit, her chest rising under the tight blouse. I kept my eyes on her face, my heart racing, but focused on her fever.

Then I said, “Nida, your belly next—it’ll cool you more.” She shook her head quickly, “No. I don’t want that. I’ll do it myself if I need to.” I didn’t push, “Okay, you do it then.” She reached for the cloth and placed it on her belly without squeezing the water.

The cold water dripped down, making her saree wet. The transparent black fabric stuck to her skin, showing her navel even more. After a while, her face looked weaker, and her breathing was heavy. I got worried, “Nida, you okay? The cloth are warm now. Can I remove it, dip it again, and put it back?”

She thought for a moment, her eyes tired. She tried to sit up to do it herself, but her body was too weak, her hands falling back. She looked at me shyly, then nodded her head slowly, “Okay.” I moved closer, my hands careful, and removed the cloth from her belly.

The saree is now almost see-through, showing her skin. As I looked at her, trying to focus on helping, I felt something stirring within me. I didn’t mean to, but my body reacted, my dick getting big, hard to hide. I turned away quickly, dipping the cloth in cold water again, my heart racing, feeling guilty but unable to stop it.

Neither of us wanted this, but the situation, her fever, it was too much. I placed the cloth back on her belly. My hands were shaking slightly, and I sat back in the chair, trying to calm down; the night felt so heavy now. Nida lay there for a while, the cold cloth cooling her fever, her breathing softening.

The wet saree stuck to her skin. After a bit, she seemed to feel a little better. She sat up slowly, her body still weak, and moved closer to me on the bed. I didn’t mean to, but my heart leapt at the sight of her so close. She noticed my look but didn’t pull away.

“Sohail,” she said softly, “thanks for staying. I was so scared alone.” I smiled, “It’s okay, Nida. I couldn’t leave you like this.” We started talking about personal things and getting comfortable. “So,” I asked, “what’s it like being married? You and your husband just started, right?”

She looked down, her fingers playing with the wet saree edge, “Yes. It’s new. He’s nice, but I miss him; he must already be in Singapore. I’m not used to being away.” I nodded, “I get it. What do you like to do?” She smiled a little, “I love cooking—fish curry, Mangalore style. What about you?”

I laughed, “I’m bad at cooking, but I love eating! Maybe you can teach me someday.” She giggled, her face lighting up, “Maybe. If you’re good at listening.”

The talk felt easy, her shyness fading as we shared more. We kept talking. “What about you?” I asked. “Any dreams?” She thought, “I want to open a small café in Mangalore. But now, I don’t know as I got married.” I nodded, “You’ll do it, Nida. You’re strong.” She smiled.

Suddenly, Nida’s face changed—she looked confused, her eyes blinking fast. Then she fainted, her body falling forward. I caught her quickly, pulling her into my lap, her head resting on my arm. “Nida! Nida, wake up!” I shouted.

Thank you for reading this so far! Wait for the next part. If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up to discuss anything in and around Dubai or elsewhere, I’m available anytime at [email protected].

Hello, my dear ISS Readers. I am Esha Shah, female, 36, married. Read my previous encounters to know more about me.

Once we reached home, we both were exhausted after the tiring sex in the theatre, so we both dozed off. We both woke up late in the evening, so I requested Dhruv to just let us order from outside something light for dinner. He ordered some food online and the food arrived. Post finishing our dinner, I completed all house chores pending and went straight for the shower. I had a hot shower and came and wore a sexy night wear. All this while Dhruv was talking to someone on the phone. When I came out, he had cut the call. Before he could tell anything, I told him that I wanted to confess something to him.

We both came and sat on our bed and I told him what all had happened in the theatre. Dhruv was surprised hearing all this, he dint show any anger and all, instead he asked me how I felt about that. To this I confessed to him that, it was a different kind of a pleasure. Dhruv was happy to hear that. He then asked me why I dint protest them. To which I replied that the guys would rape her if she had protested. Dhruv got happy with my behavior and response. He said it was nothing wrong in that, and he still loved me for who I am. I just hugged him happily. Dhruv further suggested that if I got some similar opportunity in future, I should really enjoy myself to the core. I was happy hearing that and smooched him madly. We were cuddling ourselves in the bed and feeling each other.

Dhruv just interrupted and said that he wanted talk something. I saw a spark in his eyes. Dhruv asked me whether I found any uneasiness or un-comfortability while fucking those random strangers at the theatre. To this I replied to Dhruv that though I had some fear as they were strangers, nothing other than that. I told him that I enjoyed the threesome fuck with them. Dhruv wanted to hear that only.

I gave my affirmation to Dhruv stating that, I was ready to anything for him. Dhruv said he wanted to try some kinkier sex. I approved his idea and asked him for a plan. But Dhruv said this time I must think of something. I thought for a while and told him that we can have sex in our car which is parked in the basement as no one would come. Dhruv got excited of this idea. He then said that he would go down first to the parking and see if there is no one around and once he confirms, he would call me to come downstairs. I said to Dhruv that would that be ok, if I come like this in a sexy nighty itself. He was happy to hear that and said ok.

Dhruv left the flat along with the flat keys and went downstairs to check the area. I was standing near our flat door awaiting his call. My heart was pounding in fear, what if some one sees me in this sexy nightwear as once, I am out of the flat, I do not have keys to get back inside the flat. Only option I had was to go in this nightwear to my husband in the parking lot. In between all these, I got Dhruv’s call to come to parking lot as everything is clear. I took a deep breath, came out of our flat and closed the door and pressed the lift. To my shock the lift went a floor above our floor, giving me goose bumps. To safeguard myself, I stood a bit away and on the side from the lift door, so as if anyone was inside, would not be able to see me immediately. The lift came to our floor and stopped. The door opened. My heart was beating heavily, but to my luck it was empty. I went inside and pressed the parking lot floor. I reached the parking floor and rushed towards our car. No one saw me coming there. I saw Dhruv seated in the back seat of the car completely naked.

I tried to open the car door, but to my surprise it was locked and there was a note stuck there. It said get completely naked to come inside the car. I stripped off completely naked and was waiting for Dhruv to open the door of the car. I was waiting there like a complete whore standing stark naked for anyone to feast on me. Dhruv then unlocked the car door and I just jumped inside. Once inside he made me sit on his hard dick, which just shoved easily into my completely wet pussy. We were smooching hard while I was riding his dick and rubbing my naked boobs on his hairy chest. We were in the moment of having what couples call extreme sexual pleasure. He made me ride like this for the next few minutes and then asked me to step out of the car. I did as I was instructed. He took me to the back side of the car, he made me bend on the boot and then started fucking me from behind. I was releasing muffled moans as I was in seventh heaven because of Dhruv’s fucking.

He then turned me around and make me sit on the boot and was sucking my breasts. I was twitching and twirling with pleasure. He then got me down and he himself sat on the boot and made me suck his dick. I was sucking it like a lollipop from its tip and also in the middle licking his balls. Next he got down and opened the car door and made me bend on the seat and starting fucking me from behind. OMG I couldn’t control my screams anymore and was moaning like a slutty whore being fucked. Finally after me cumming for three times, Dhruv finally was about to cum. He removed his dick and placed in my mouth where I sucked his cum completely dry.

We just took our clothes and sat inside the car for a while. We looked into each others eyes and could see ultimate satisfaction this lifestyle has got us. We happily dressed and safely reached our apartment and dozed off. We went to our respective offices. This is just the Start…

Mere pariwar mein 4 members hain – Mummy (53), Papa (56), Didi (31) aur Ritesh, yaani main (18). Mere aur meri didi ki kafi age gap hai. Iske wajah se woh mujhe kisi maa jaisa pyaar karti hai. Didi ki figure kafi mast hai. Unke 36 inch ke chuchiyaan hain aur unke gaand v isse bade hain.

Mere mummy aur papa business karte hain beauty products ka. Woh dono bohot busy rehte hain q ki humare factory aur distribution alag-alag states mein hain. Mere saath saal ke hote hi unka yeh business chal pada aur unhone isko aur bada karne ki sochi. Unhone mere Prachi didi ko v join karne ko kaha lekin unko iss business mein mann nahi tha. Woh kuch alag karna chahti thi. Unhone Post-Graduation kiya fir 2 saal kisi NGO mein kaam kiya. Unhone fir humare shehar mein ek chote se college mein PhD karne lagi. Unhone apna career khud banana chaha. Unko shaadi ka koi mood nahi tha. Isliye mummy papa ke pressure karne ke bawajood v single rahi.

Prachi didi mujhse bohot pyaar karti hai aur mujhe sabse zyada attention deti hai. Unke nazar mein sabse pehle main hoon, fir unka career aur fir mummy papa. Agar main unse koi help maangta toh woh apna kaam chhod kar meri hamesha help karne aati. Age difference hone ke wajah se hum aam bhai-bhen jaise nahi hain. Woh hamesha motherly wali vibe deti hai.

Bachpan mein jab bohot chota tha toh wahi mujhe nahlati aur kapde phenati thi. Fir jab main bada hua toh mummy ne khud nehlane lagi aur fir band kar diya. Didi hamesha mujhe hug kiya karti, mere gaal ko pyaar se kichti aur kabhi-kabhi gaal mein kiss v karti.

Lekin mere bade hone ke baad yeh sab badalne wala tha. Maine porn dekha aur mujhe maza aane laga. Main apne mobile mein sex stories v padhne laga. Mom-son, ya bhai-bhen wali stories mujhe achhi lagne lagi. Main jab v didi se hug karta toh m unke chuchi ke upar bato-bato mein haath rakh diya aur hug ke position mein hi ta. Unhone kuch nahi bola aur mujhse pyaar se hi baat karne lagi. Aisa fir roz-roz hone laga. Main bas haath rakhta tha aur dabata nahi tha. Aur yeh sab m akele mein hi karta tha unke saath. Dheere-dheere m unke kamar, pet ya gaand ke just upar rakhne laga. Unhone kabhi v mujhe kuch nahi bola.

Main v unse bohot pyaar karta tha. Ek baar hum saath mein ek video dekh rahe the mobile pe. Maine apna haath unke chuchio pe rakh diya. Unhone kuch nahi bola. Main fir randomly haath unke chuchio mein ferne laga. Unhone tab v kuch nahi bola. Maine fir halka sa dabane ki koshish ki. Unka reaction abhi v happy wala tha aur mujhse baat karne lagi. Main fir unke saath mobile dekhta raha aur dheere-dheere dabata raha. Q ki unhone mujhe roka nahi toh yeh baar-baar hone laga jab v hum saath aise dekhte the. Aisa hote hi m fir hug ke samay apne haath unke gaand mein rakh deta tha.

Hum dono alag-alag room mein rehte the. Mera room hamesha bikhar pada tha. Ek baar didi ne apne room mein woodwork karane ko bola mummy papa se. Unko ek naya bookshelf diwal mein chaiye tha aur baki jagah v woodwork chaiye thi. Humare parents maan gaye. Unke room mein kaam 3 din chalne wala tha toh woh mere room mein apne kuch kapde le kar aa gayi. Unhone mera room dekha aur hans kar mera gaal kicha aur fir use tik karne lagi. Unhone fir jagah banai aur apne kapde mere kapdo ke saath almira mein rakh diye. Mere bed mein hum do log aaram se aa sakte the. Isliye sone mein koi problem nahi thi. Didi ne kapde rakh kar fir kitchen mein khaana banane chali gayi. Maine apna almira khola toh dekha unhone kuch salwar suit jisme kuch bahar wale kapde the aur kuch ghar wale aur unki 2-3 bra panty ke set. Mujhe kafi excitement hone lagi.

Humlogo ne dinner kar liya tha ab aur didi mere room mein aayi. Main tab mobile chala raha tha. Unhone salwar kamiz pehna hua tha jaisa ki woh roz pehenti hai. Woh mujhse bina nazre milaye idhar-udhar ki baate karne lagi. Iske wajah se maine apna mobile niche kar diya aur unhe dekh kar baat kar raha tha. Unhone mere room ke door ko band kiya aur aa kar almira kholne lagi. Woh baat abhi v kar rahi thi aur raat ke kapde nikal rahi thi, shayad. Meri nazar unpe hi thi.

Unhone mere saamne hi apna kamiz khol diya. Main shock ho gaya q ki aisa unhone kabhi nahi kiya tha. Unhone apna salwar v utar diya. Ab woh mere saamne mein purple color ke bra aur panty mein thi. Main unka poora body figure dekh raha tha. Unhone apni salwar suit utar kar bra panty mein aa kar v mujhse baat kar rahi thi.

Fir unhone bed se apne kapde uthaye aur pehne lagi. Unhone top aur full lower wala cotton kapda pehna. Top pehne ke baad unhone apna ek haath piche liya aur apne bra ke hook khol diya. Unhone mere saamne hi top ke andar se apna bra nikala aur fir aa kar mere saath let gayi.

Woh poochi ki, “Kya dekh raha tha?”

Maine unko bola ki, “Funny videos.”

Woh mere saath video dekhne lagi. Thodi der baad unhone mujhse mobile le liya aur kuch aur search kar rahi thi. Unhone mera mobile ab mujhse door pakda tha. Toh main v apna haath unke chest pe rakh diya aur mobile dekhta raha. Unhone koi reaction nahi diya. Aaj unhone apna bra utara hua tha jiske wajah se mujhe unke nipples v feel ho rahe the. Hum fir video dekhte rahe aur m dheere-dheere dabata raha. Beech-bich main m unke nipples pe v ungli fera raha tha. Unhone ek haaiii maari aur bolne lagi ki kal unko college jaana hai toh woh jaldi so jaayegi. Unhone mujhe mera mobile diya. Woh fir so gayi aur maine v apna haath hata liya tha.

Q ki mere room ka bathroom nahi tha toh woh subha apne kapde le kar nahane chali gayi aur taiyaar hokar aayi aur fir college ke liye nikal gayi. Mere exams ke preparation ke liye chutti thi toh m room mein hi padh raha tha. Shaam ko didi college se aayi aur apna bag mere room mein rakh diya. Unhone fir mere saamne apne kapde change kiye aur salwar suit mein aa gayi. Unhone mujhe dekha unko dekhte hue aur mere gaal mein pyaar se do thappad mari aur chali gayi.

Raat ko dinner karne ke baad ab hum sone wale the. Unhone kal jaise fir gate band kiya aur mere saamne kapde change karne lagi. Aaj unhone fir ek patli si top pehni bina bra ke aur niche choti nikkar. Unhone mera mobile liya aur fir hum kuch na kuch videos dekhne lage. Aaj maine mobile unse door rakha tha toh unhone mere free wale haath ke upar takiya rakh diya aur uspe apna sir rakh diya aur video dekhne lagi.

Unki t-shirt deep thi jiske wajah se mujhe unki cleavage v dikh rahi thi. Mera haath sidha tha jisme mobile nahi tha. Maine usko bend diya toh didi ke gaand mein touch ho gaya toh maine haath hata diya. Thodi der baad unhone apne thigh mere upar rakh diye. Isliye mere haath v unke gaand ke upar rakh diya. Maine fir dheere-dheere haath ferna suru kiya. Unki panty mujhe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Hum fir aise hi video dekhte rahe.

Dinner ke baad mummy papa humare room nahi aate q ki hum upar wale floor pe rehte the. Iska faida mujhe bharpoor mil raha tha.

Subha ko didi ne apne kapde bathroom mein badle aur unko ek call aaya ki mistry 3 din ki chutti par gaya hai gao jiske wajah se kaam delay hoga unke room ka. Iska matlab yeh tha ki didi mere saath hi rehne wali thi. Main padhta raha aur shaam ka besabri se intzaar karne laga.

Shaam ko didi late se aayi. Unhone pehle hi bola tha ki khaana banane ko. Woh mu haath dho kar direct khaana khaane baith gayi. Humlogo ne khaana khaya aur main sidhe room chala gaya. Didi kitchen ka kaam khatam kar ke aayi. Unhone fir mere room ka darwaza dakhel kar band kiya aur almira khola. Unhone apne kapde aaj almira ke mu ke taraf hi kar rakhe thi. Isliye mujhe shirf unka back dikh raha tha.

Unhone ab apna bra v khol diya aur shirf panty mein thi. Yeh dekh kar mujhe pet mein gudgudi hone lagi. Unhone fir ek one-piece stretchable kapda pehne lagi. Woh itna hi chota tha jitna tak unka panty. Woh mudi aur AC ke remote haath upar kiya. Unki dress ek side se unki panty ke upar v chala gaya. Upar unke dress mein buttons the jisko unhone band nahi kiya hua tha. Uske wajah se unka poora cleavage dikh raha tha.

Unki dress kafi patli v thi jiske wajah se unke nipples v thode-thode dikh rahe the. Main jo video dekh raha tha unhone v dekhi thi. Unhone ek takiya fir mere free wale haath mein rakh diya aur apna sir rakh diya. Thodi der baad maine apna haath bend kiya. Unke gaand mein touch hote hi mujhe samaj aa gaya ki dress upar jaa chuki hai. Mainne haath unke panty ke upar rakha aur fir panty ke kinaare ko kichne laga. Thodi der baad unhone bola ki ab woh ek video lagayengi. Maine unko apna mobile de diya.

Unhone video laga kar mujhse mobile door kar diya. Maine v unke pair ke upar pair rakh kar unke chest pe haath rakh diya. Hum video dekhte rahe the lekin mera dhyaan kahin aur tha. Main unke nipples ko upar se dabane laga. Jab itna kuch hone ke baad v unhone kuch nahi bola ta toh mujhe laga ab aage badhna chahiye.

Maine apna haath dheere se peeche kiya aur unke dress ke andar chuchio ke beech rakhne laga. Woh jab v hasti ya movement leti main waise hi apna haath andar kar deta. Kuch time baad meri ek ungli unke nipple pe touch ho rahi thi. Niche mujhe mera lund ab bhaari lag raha tha. Unhone thoda movement liya aur mera haath poora unke chuchio pe aa gaya tha. Maine fir unko dheere-dheere dabaya. Mujhe didi ke nipple tight ho rahe h aisa feel hua. Main nahi ruka.

Video khatam hone ke baad unhone mujhe mobile dena chaha lekin jab unhone dekha ki main apne ek haath pe soya hoon aur doosre se dab raha tha toh unhone mobile apne side rakh diya. Unhone mera haath pakda aur karwat li. Isse main v unke paas chala gaya. Ab humare beech bs kapde bache hue the. Mera lund v tana hua tha. Unhone piche muda smile kar ke good night bola aur so gayi. Maine iss chiz ko respect kiya aur m v so gaya.

I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister.

My heart is racing. I grabbed the water jug from the table, splashing it on her face, hoping she’d wake up. The water dripped down her face, rolling to her neck, then to her chest. Soaking her blouse, making the fabric cling to her milky skin. I kept splashing water and didn’t know what to do.

“Please, Nida, open your eyes!” The water spilt everywhere, soaking my pants and reaching my underwear, the cold wetness making me shiver. Finally, her eyes fluttered open, weak but awake, her breathing shaky.

I felt a rush of relief, “Thank God!” I shouted, and out of excitement, I hugged her tight, pulling her close. She hugged me back, her hands wrapping around me, her fever-warm body against mine. My chest pressed against her boobs. I could feel them through the wet blouse.

The warmth and softness made my heart race even more. My hands touched her bare back where the blouse had slipped into the water, making it slick. We stayed like that, hugging her head on my shoulder, my arms around her. Slowly, we shifted, lying down on the bed.

We were still hugging, our bodies close, almost like a couple. Her smell—the soft aroma of her skin, a mix of sweat and something sweet—was driving me crazy. But it wasn’t sexual, just… close, warm like we needed each other at that moment.

Somewhere in the hug, my shirt pulled up a bit. I felt her bare tummy against mine, her wet saree slipping. We weren’t in that mode. It was more like a deep, caring hug, one that went on, both of us lost in the moment.

Then we realised—we pulled back quickly, her face red, shy, her hands covering her chest where the wet blouse stuck to her. I looked away, my heart pounding, “I’m… I’m sorry, Nida.” She nodded, her voice small, “It’s okay…”

We sat up, both awkward, the bedsheet near her as she tried to cover herself more. I took a deep breath, “Nida, let me call a doctor. If this keeps happening, we might need to admit you to a hospital.” Her eyes went wide, “No, no, please! I don’t want that.”

“Okay, but let me understand what’s happening. Tell me how you’re feeling.” She looked down, shy, “Just… weak… and hot… I don’t know why I fainted.”

I grabbed my phone and called the doctor, putting it on speaker so Nida could hear.

I lied, “Doctor, I dropped her off at her relatives, but she fainted.” The doctor’s voice was serious, “Okay, first, her fever is too high. Get one more medicine—(she said the name) and give it now. Her relatives need to remove her clothes and let her sleep nude. Our first focus is to reduce the fever. The clothes are keeping her hot. If possible, admit her to a hospital—she needs to be in hospital.”

I glanced at Nida, her face red with shyness, and said, “No,” I lied again, “I’ll call her relatives and tell them the same. Thanks, doctor.” I hung up, looking at Nida. She said, “Let’s try for a few more hours.” I went out in the rain to the pharmacy and brought the prescribed medicine, but I got a little drenched.

I gave her a tablet. “Nida,” I said softly, my voice low, “you heard the doctor… we need to reduce your fever. Your clothes… they’re wet, and it’s making you hotter.” She shook her head quickly, “No… I can’t… It’s too much.” Her voice was small, her innocence clear, her eyes looking down.

I felt bad, but her health mattered more. “I know you’re shy,” I said, “but the doctor said it’s best. I’ll turn away, and you can use the blanket to cover yourself. I won’t look, I promise.” Her hands were trembling, and she clutched the blanket tightly.

After a lot of convincing, telling her it’s just for her health, that I’d respect her. I saw her nod slowly, “Okay… but turn back, please.” I turned away, facing the wall, and heard the soft sounds of her undressing. The rustle of the wet saree falling, the quiet tick sound of her blouse, the untying sound of her petticoat.

My heart beat fast, but I kept my promise, not looking. After a minute, she whispered, “Done…” I turned back, and she was wrapped in the blanket. Her face was a shade of red, her shyness evident as she pulled the blanket up to her neck. I said, “Let me dry the clothes for you.”

She shook her head quickly, “No, no, don’t do it… I’ll do it later.” I smiled, “It’s okay, I’ll do it.” I picked them up, realising she’d removed everything—the water must have reached her panty. I sat on the chair, hanging her clothes to dry, and we started talking again.

“So, Nida,” I said, “what’s your favourite thing to cook besides fish curry?” She smiled a little, still shy, “Maybe biryani.” I laughed, “You’re good at it, I bet! I just love eating.” She giggled, “You’re funny, Sohail. What about your dreams?” I leaned in, “Maybe an IT startup someday.”

Her eyes softened, “That’s nice….” The talk felt easy, but I felt a sense of excitement. Her shyness under the blanket, knowing she was nude, made the air a little tense.

Then she noticed me, “Sohail, you’re wet too. Why don’t you change?” I laughed, “No clothes and no blanket either!” She pointed to the bathroom, “There’s a towel… go change.” I teased, “No, no, I can’t be topless in front of you!” She said, “Your wish… but you get sick.”

I smiled, “Okay, okay, you win.” She pulled the blanket over her eyes. I teased, “Don’t look, huh? She replied, “I won’t!” I went to the bathroom, removed my wet pants and underwear, and wrapped a towel around my bottom. I kept my clothes dry.

She peeked out, laughing shyly, “Do you go gymming?” I flexed a little, “Yes, sometimes!” She giggled, her face red, and I sat on the chair again. The conversation started— “Which is your favourite country?” I asked. She said, “Someday, I want to go to Bosnia.”

The air felt tense. Then she said, “I think… I’m getting a fever again.” I rushed to the bed, grabbed a cloth, dipped it in water, and sat beside her. I placed it on her forehead, her skin still warm, her collarbone peeking out from the blanket.

As we talked, I noticed her eyes glancing at my body. My chest, my arms—then quickly closing off, her face turning pink, her hands pulling the blanket tighter. I started massaging her head without asking. My fingers rubbed her scalp hard, trying to ease her fever pain.

Then I shivered a little, the cold hitting me. She felt it, “Sohail, are you cold? Is there any other blanket here?” I shook my head, “No, why do you need another blanket?” She replied softly and shyly, “Just see if you could find it.” I looked around, “They don’t give extra ones.” She nodded, “Okay…”

After a while, she said reluctantly, “It’s fine if you put your legs inside the blanket… you’re shivering. You’ll get sick.” I smiled, “No, it’s okay.” She insisted, “No, you will get sick.” I thought for a moment, then said, “Okay…” I slid my legs under the blanket.

My half-body was now covered with it, sharing the warmth with her. My legs brushed her waist and the side of her ass, the warmth of her skin surprising me. I pulled back quickly, “Sorry!” I said, my face hot. In the process, the blanket dragged a little, revealing her full shoulders.

She didn’t notice yet, lost in her shy thoughts. Seeing her like that, my dick started growing, pressing against the towel. But I turned away fast, trying to hide it, focusing on her fever. We started talking again, laughing about her honeymoon, the mood getting lighter.

“So, Nida,” I teased, “how was your honeymoon? You and your husband must’ve had fun!” She blushed, giggling, “It was… nice. We went to Goa and stayed in a beach hotel.” I grinned, “Beach hotel, huh? Did you make him kneel for you?” She laughed, “No, no! But we enjoyed it a lot.”

I teased more, “Oh, so he’s the naughty one! Did you wear a fancy western outfit for him?” Her face turned red. “Sohail, stop! Yes… he likes it.” I laughed, “I bet he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re blushing so much!” She giggled, hiding her face in the blanket, “You’re too much!”

While laughing, I felt something—my towel had untied, slipping down a bit, my bottom now bare under the blanket. I realised it, but I stayed quiet, not wanting to embarrass her or myself. We kept laughing, her shy smile lighting up the room, the blanket loose on her shoulders, my towel untied under it.

“So, did he carry you in arms on the beach?” I teased. She laughed, “No.” Her warmth under the blanket mixed with mine. My legs were close to hers. We both fell asleep at the same time, our bodies relaxing into each other. In our sleep, we hugged.

My arms wrapped around her, her body turning toward me. My hand rested on her boobs while my chest pressed against her back. Even in sleep, her boobs felt like pillows, so smooth, her bare skin against mine. The heat of her fever made it intense, yet she was so innocent in sleep.

My dick, free from the towel, touched her thighs, the closeness driving a quiet thrill through me though I was deep in sleep. The blanket slipped off completely, falling to the floor, leaving us both nude. Our bodies tangled, her ass brushing my hips, her legs against mine.

Then her phone rang—Irfan’s call. Nida stirred, half-asleep, answering without thinking, “Hello, bhai…” Her voice was sleepy, soft. Irfan asked, “Nida, are you okay? She mumbled, not fully awake, still feeling the warmth of my hug.  My hand was on her boobs, my dick against her thighs.

She paused, her eyes fluttering open, realising I was sleeping beside her, hugging her nude. Her face turned red, her breath catching. But she stayed still, my arm heavy around her. “He… he called me once to check my fever,” she lied, her voice shaky.

Then she quickly disconnected the call, the phone slipping from her hand. She lay there, thinking a lot, her mind racing—shyness, confusion, trust. She didn’t separate from me, my hand still wrapping her boobs. My body pressed close, my dick touching her thighs.

I was in a deep sleep, unaware, my breathing steady against her neck. After a while, Nida’s thoughts softened. She looked at me, her face red and shy. She whispered, “Sohail… wake up.” Her voice was gentle. Her hand brushed my chest as she reached for the blanket on the floor.

I stirred, my eyes opening, feeling her warmth under my fingers, her body still close. “Oh… Nida, sorry!” I said, pulling back, my face hot, realising we were both nude, the blanket gone, my body bare against hers. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the blanket, trying to cover herself.

As she moved, I saw her for the first time. Her nude body glowed in the dim light, a vision I couldn’t look away from. I still remember the scene. Her boobs are so perfect and so beautiful, not a single mark and perfectly placed. Her flat stomach and skin, wow.

I was mad about her. But I kept my mood in control, as she is my friend’s sister. She pulled the blanket over herself quickly. Her face redder, her eyes looking down, “Sohail… I…” she stammered, her innocence shining through. I said, “I’m sorry, Nida, I should have been awake.”

I helped her adjust the blanket. My hands brushed her arm. The touch was accidental, but warm. The air was thick with unspoken tension as we settled back, her fever still my focus. Then, suddenly, she started shivering. Her body trembled under the blanket.

Her laughter faded into soft, gasping breaths. I panicked, rubbing her hands over the blanket, feeling her cold fingers despite the warmth of her fever-warm skin. “Nida, you’re shivering!” I said, my voice worried. I moved my hands to her back, rubbing gently through the blanket, trying to warm her.

But it got worse—her teeth chattered, her breath quick and shaky. I thought for a while, my heart racing, then said, “Nida, listen… You trusted me and asked me to lie beside you. I’ve already hugged you, even if it was unintentional. But if we have to get rid of your shivering, I need to hug you.

Allow me, please.” She shook her head, her voice weak between shivers, “No… no, I’m okay.” Her hands clutched the blanket tighter, her face red with shyness. I kept insisting, “Nida, it’s for your health. Please, let me help.” After a long pause, her shivering grew, and she whispered, “Yes.”

I moved closer, gently lifting her head with my hand, my fingers brushing her soft hair. I pulled her slowly toward me, my hand holding her back, her boobs pressing against my chest, her one leg between mine, the closeness of our nude bodies under the blanket making my heart pound.

I hugged her tightly, my face so close to hers, her soft breathing warm against my skin, my chest pressed firmly against her boobs, their tender warmth moulding to me. My dick rose, poking her stomach softly, and I whispered, “Sorry, Nida…”

Thank you for reading this so far! Wait for the next part. If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up to discuss anything in and around Dubai or elsewhere, I’m available anytime at [email protected].

Hello everyone, this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now; I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened right after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 2 (Messy Miracles); this story happened in the year 2012, one night, when unexpected truths and unfiltered gay sex involving my neighbour Mukesh and Sandy shattered my old kinks, leaving me craving my new kinks and desire on my terms.

Continued..!

The flight to Pune had been uneventful, but I found solace in Priya’s light-hearted banter. As we left the terminal, Raju (40 years old, 5’8 tall, stocky body) stood waiting, as punctual as ever.

Raju: “Madam, the car is ready. Shall I take your luggage?”

I smiled faintly, distracted by my thoughts. Once we reached home, Priya leaned close, planting a quick kiss on my lips and biting my lower lip. While Raju dropped my baggage, she tried to squeeze my boob one last time, but I stopped her.

Me: “Raju Ji, please drop Priya at her house it’s just two blocks down the street. ”

Priya: “Bye, Anu. Don’t get too lost in your castle.”

I walked inside, Ma was engrossed in a ritual. Her glance barely registered my arrival. I sighed, retreating to the quiet of my bedroom.

The sight of my bed brought a wave of many horny flashbacks. I slipped off my clothes quickly, craving the feel of hot water washing away the exhaustion and steam in my naked body.

The shower’s warmth enveloped me, my nipples erected, my naked boobs tightened, and my fingers rolled around my shaved pussy while wI andered off Arjun. His words, always calculated, echoed faintly in my head. But before I could dwell on him, an image of Vishnu surfaced in front of my eyes, the quiet confidence in his eyes. Why was I thinking of Vishnu?

The question hung in the steam-filled air, unanswered, as my thoughts spiralled while hot water dripped on my naked body, head to toe.

Stepping out, I stood naked, holding a towel, startled to find Geet (32D sized, 5’5 tall), our maid, unpacking my bags. She blushed, glancing at my naked wet body.

Geet: “Didi, I… I’ll leave now.”

Geet’s shy demeanour made me smile. Without thinking, I stepped forward while wrapped in the towel and hugged her tightly. She froze for a moment, then relaxed in my arms.

Geet: “Didi, you must be tired. Shall I bring you some food?”

Me: “No, Geet. I’m not hungry. I just need to rest for a while.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a warmth I rarely received from anyone at my home, and her looks shifted to my boobs and butt as if she is trying to find any visible changes in my figure. I watched as she quietly left the room, her presence comforting in its simplicity.

I lay down on my bed and threw my towel on the floor. The softness of the pillows wrapped me in a cocoon of calm. Closing my eyes, hand a pillow, I let the day’s weight slip away, hoping sleep would bring some clarity to my kinky thoughts.

The next afternoon, I woke up naked feeling the weight of the silence around me. I dressed in my casuals and came down. At the dining table, Dad glanced up from his newspaper, surprised.

Dad: “Anu? When did you get here?”

Me: “Last night, Papa. I wanted to—”

Dad: “We’ll talk later, beta. I’m late for a meeting.”

He left before I could finish, his footsteps fading into the familiar rhythm of work. I wandered to the temple room, hoping to see Ma, but she was busy serving offerings, barely acknowledging me. Geet’s humming came from the kitchen as she prepared lunch.

I dialled Priya, but she didn’t pick up. The emptiness settled deeper. Alone at the table, I realised how much I longed for someone, anyone, to truly see me.

The day dragged on in a haze of boredom. I ate a light breakfast, napped for a couple of hours, and then forced myself to finish an assignment by evening. The house felt too quiet, too hollow.

My thoughts drifted to Mukesh (5’11 tall, skinny body), my old school friend and our neighbour. Grabbing my phone; I dialled his number. He answered on the second ring, his voice cheerful.

Mukesh: “Anu! Long time no see. What’s up?”

Me: “I came home for a few days, just bored out of my mind. Can you get some beers, like old times? Let’s catch up.”

Mukesh: “Beers? Good of you, Ms. Good Girl! Give me a couple of hours. Come over to my place; in the meantime, I have something to finish”

I smiled for the first time that day. Finally, something different. An hour later, Geet brought me a plate of steaming parathas.

Geet: “Didi, please eat. You’ve barely had anything today.”

I ate quietly, my mind elsewhere. Finishing up, I noticed Mukesh’s car parked outside his house through the window. He must already be home. Without thinking, I slipped on my sandals and headed over.

Mukesh’s house was familiar territory; I knew my way around. Pushing open the door, I went straight to his room, ready to tease him about the beers.

But as I stepped inside, I froze. Mukesh was sitting on his bed, facing the ceiling, moaning loud, and in front of him was a guy sucking Mukesh’s 6″ dick. It looks like Mukesh is about to cum,; Mukesh’shands are intertwined in the guy’s hair, and their bare-chested bodies are steaming hot. They turned to me, startled.

Mukesh: “Anu! What are you doing here?” Covering his dick.

I stammered, cheeks burning.

Me: “I…I didn’t mean to barge in…”

The room grew silent, and I wished I could disappear. Mukesh broke the silence, standing up and smiling sheepishly, and wrapped a towel.

Mukesh: “Come in, Anu. No need to stand there like you saw a ghost.”

I stepped in hesitantly, my embarrassment still fresh, as the other guy’s naked ass faced me. Mukesh gestured to the guy to cover, who smiled warmly wearing his underwear.

Mukesh: “Anu, meet Sandy (5’9, muscular body). He’s… well, he’s my boyfriend.”

I blinked, struggling to process the words. Boyfriend? Mukesh’s misdemeanour calmed me, and I sat down awkwardly on the floor.

Me: “I didn’t know… You never told me you like men.”

Mukesh: “It’s not something I’ve shared with everyone. But Sandy’s important to me, Anu.”

Sandy: “It’s okay if you have questions. We understand.”
I nodded, my curiosity mingling with unease.

Me: “How long have you two…fucking?”

Mukesh: “Two years. It’s been good. He’s my anchor.”

He handed me a beer, his tone calm and honest. As the conversation flowed, I found myself relaxing, seeing another complicated couple, I hadn’t yet understood how Mukesh had hidden this all these years.

The beers flowed easily as the conversation deepened. Mukesh and Sandy spoke openly, both sitting half-naked in front of me on the floor, and their words shed light on a kink I hadn’t expected.

Mukesh: “It hasn’t always been easy to find a gay partner, Anu. In my college, too, dealing with the girls.. but with Sandy, it felt right both sexually and mentally.”

Me: “Aww..”

Sandy: “People don’t always get it. Sometimes, we get judged in public or hotel rooms… but we don’t let it affect us.”

I listened intently, trying to process the honesty between them. But as the evening wore on, I could sense a shift. Sandy’s gaze flickered between Mukesh and me, his usual calm demeanour now laced with something else, jealousy?

Sandy: “I don’t know, Mukesh. You seem a little too comfortable with her. Maybe it’s time to spice things up.”

Mukesh raised an eyebrow, and before I could speak, he leaned back with a playful grin.

Mukesh: “How about a game of truth or dare?”

Me: “Truth or dare? Seriously?”

Mukesh: “Yes, Anu. Let’s see if you’re as bold as we think you are.”

Sandy: “It’ll be fun, I promise. You can ask us anything.”

I hesitated but found a spark of curiosity stirring within me. This night had taken a turn I never saw coming. As the game began, I used my turns to dig deeper into their kinks.

Me: “Mukesh, truth. What’s the one thing about Sandy that keeps you horny?”

Mukesh: “His blowjob. He knows when to let me horny and when to pull my dick off my pants. It’s his dominance I never knew I needed.”

I smiled, sensing the depth of their lust towards each other. Turning to Sandy, I gave him a dare.

Me: “Make Mukesh hard in less than a minute.”

Sandy accepted with a grin, launching into an impression of Mukesh’s romantic outbursts during his orgasm and talking dirty. Mukesh doubled under his towel, and I realized how much they fuck, and lust for each other. But when my turn came, I lost and reluctantly chose to dare. Sandy’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Sandy: “Anu, here’s your task, stand up and undress right in front of us, butt naked.”

I froze, my face flushing. Mukesh smirked, clearly amused. This was going to be humiliating, but deep down, I knew Sandy was teasing me. I hesitated, the weight of Sandy’s dare hanging in the air. My heart raced, at the thought of telling everyone about Mukesh, but my thoughts were terrifying and thrilling all at once. Mukesh leaned forward, his voice soft but firm.

Mukesh: “Come on, Anu. You can do this. Just let go for once.”

Something inside me stirred. I stood crushing my top in my feist, the cool night air from A/C brushing my chest.
As I started to strip the top, my body trembled, but with a deep breath, I undressed completely standing naked, covering my nipples with one hand and my shaved pussy with the other.

My pulse pounded in my ears as laughter bubbled up, a mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through my veins. Mukesh and Sandy clapped, their surprise genuine.

Mukesh: “That was… unexpected. But an amazing body you got Anu!”

Sandy: “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d do it. Respect.”

Feeling emboldened, I turned to them, a mischievous smile forming.

Me: “Your turn now. I dare both of you to fuck. Right here, right now.”

Their eyes widened, but they exchanged a knowing look, ready to accept the challenge. I sank to the floor folding my legs, the cold bottle of beer in my hand, watching as Mukesh and Sandy moved to bed. The music from Mukesh’s speaker filled the room, its rhythm weaving a spell that turned me.

Sandy kisses Mukesh with effortless on his lips, their lips mingling with their touching each other’s dick. Mukesh stumbled slightly but recovered with a romantic hug, his hand on Sandy’s butt, both of them grinning like animals. The aggression in their movements was infectious to me.

Sandy stepped closer, pulling Mukesh into his arms. Their feet glided across the bed, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. I imagined myself in Mukesh’s place, Arjun’s strong arms guiding me gently. The warmth of his touch, the way his dick meet my pussy lips with force.

Sandy tossed Mukesh into a doggy, their camaraderie. I pictured Arjun and me fucking like this, carefree and untethered without a condom, our kisses imperfect but full of bites.

Each move, from the sway of their hips to the fuck each other, ignited something within me, a yearning for connection, for lust that felt this alive. I sipped my beer, spread my legs wide open, trying to kiss my boobs with one hand and spread my pussy lips with the other.

Their fucking each other became more spirited with every bang sound they make, their kiss blending bites and fluid, my moan lighting up the room. I couldn’t help myself, I started rubbing my pussy, moaning out loud, encouragement between gulps of my boobs.

Me: “That’s it, Mukesh! Sandy, bang him again! Don’t stop now!”

They paused mid-move, glancing at me, both of their faces flushed, not just from erection, but from my unexpected outburst. Mukesh rubbed his dick, grinning sheepishly. Sandy chuckled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sandy: “You’re enjoying this a little too much, Anu.”

Mukesh: “I didn’t know we had such a kink to watch gay sex.”

I flushed, realizing how loud I’d been, but the fuck picked up, and they dove back in. Each individual brought wilder moves, Sandy’s exaggerated twirls and Mukesh’s overly doggy poses. I rubbed harder, my moan growing louder with every bang, until finally, with one last bang, they collapsed onto the floor, breathless, and I reached my orgasm; they jerked their dick and cum on each other.

Their sex was different, yet it mirrored something I longed for, an unguarded kinks, free from expectations. We all started to dress up. Mukesh walked me to the door handing over my top, his usual teasing replaced with a rare sex scene.

Mukesh: “Anu, don’t settle for anything less than what makes you horny. You deserve that.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. It wasn’t romantic, but it carried warmth, a reminder of the secret we shared. Back at home, I walked in with a noticeable glow. Geet, setting the dining table, glanced at me and smirked.

Geet: “I see someone had a good evening.”

I laughed softly, heading upstairs. My mind buzzed with thoughts of romance loosening the grip of my relationship ideals and embracing something freer, more kinky.

I sneek into my bedroom quietly. I undressed and blushed looking in the mirror. I lay in bed, sleep naked pulling me under my horny fantasy, a new sense of possibility filled the room. What lay ahead? I didn’t know, but I’m ready to share my story.

To be continued…

Hi this is Raj, I am 25 years old. I am a data scientist, currently living in Denver, Colorado This happened last year in Pune before moving to USA. I was working for big consulting firm, just moved to Pune and looking for accommodation. For the time being I was staying in the company provided stay in Novotel. I have my best friend Vikas 25 and his wife Nikhila 24 close to my office, we tried to find an apartment for me close by my office but no luck, so Vikas insisted me to stay with them as they both are very close to me and comfortable around me.

Nikhila, in one word is a perfect hottie, brown colour with perfect boobs, her ass and thighs are to die for. Her skin is so clean and spotless, absolutely no hair. I was awestruck the moment I saw her before marriage when she used to go out with Vikas but I never tried anything as I didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship. Anyway, coming back to the story, I moved to their home and I was given a bedroom with common bathroom. They live in a 2 bed 1 bath apartment, it’s very well maintained and from a high society apartment complex.

From the moment I moved in with them I couldn’t get my eyes off of Nikhila, she used to ware skirts during daytime, and sleeveless t-shirt and shorts during night, she sometimes used to ware nighty too during night. All her costumes clearly showcases her big/tight boobs, her round ass and well shaped thighs, she is very comfortable around me, I am generally an introvert and do not get close with anyone so soon. May be because I Vikas is my best friend and seeing our friendship she became very comfortable with me. Also, I am very good listener, my friends often shared all their personal issues with me.

Me and Vikas were so close during our college days that we even share our fantasies, he knows exactly if I am interested in a girl or what my intentions are. So, he knew that I am interested in Nikhila but I never initiated or tried anything from my end. One weekend we planned to have drink and just chill around, we were sitting in the hall, watching Friends and stated our drinks. Nikhila was in yellow top and tight shorts, I am sure she is not waring any bra. We three were drinking and smoking and having great time, she was sitting close to me and occasionally rubbing her breast against me and putting her hands on my thighs, not sure if it was intentional.
After the 2nd peg Vikas received a phone call from his dad that his grandmom is in a serious condition and asked him to come immediately. It was 11 PM, Vikas’s brother came on his bike to pick him up, while leaving Vikas asked me to take care of Nikhila as he can’t take her at this time and she was worried about him and his grandmom.

We stopped the drinks, Vikas left for his village and we decided to have our dinner at 12 AM. Nikhila was so dull and was serving me food, to cheer her up I was trying to divert the topic and assuring her that everything will be fine. She became normal in an hour and thanked me for supporting her and giving her company. Then we got a call from Vikas saying that his grandmom is safe and no need to worry about, hearing this Nikhila was happy and asked me if we can smoke, I said yes.

While smoking:

Nikhila: Raj, you are so nice, Vikas always says so much good stuff about you, on how you helped him fix his career, how you were there for him during his difficult times.

Me (Raj) : He is my best friend and he is a very nice guy too, he always had my back during my bad times. We will always be for each other.

N: That’s so sweet. (She kept her hand on my thighs).

R: Hmmmm, you so sweet too, he is very lucky to have a beautiful wife like you. He has only good stuff to share about you. I am happy for both of you.

N: Shall I say something?

R: Yes, please

N: Vikas also shared your fantasies and wild stories you had with other girls.

R: What? Oh noooo, this is embarrassing (I turned my face as I was vey shy)

N: It’s ok Raj, nothing to shy about, your naughty secrets are safe with me. (She winked)

While having this conversation she kept her head on my shoulder and was holding my hand, I can feel het boobs touching me and I had a boner that can be clearly visible in my lose shorts. I am very sure she noticed it and she was very much enjoying my company.
It was around 2 AM and we though to sleep, she came to my room and requested if I can sleep in her room. I was hesitant but happy inside and then said yes. She thanked me and went to get fresh up before the sleep. I went to her bedroom with her and it was well maintained, she insisted me to sleep on the bed. I slept on one side of bed and she went get fresh up, I was waiting for her to come and say good night.

She was wearing a loose white nighty with her big boobs and ass structure clearly visible, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, she cleared her throat to distract me, I said sorry and said good night. She came next to me and asked me if I can sleep after she sleeps, as she gets scared if I sleep early. I was ok and she turned the other side trying to sleep, I opened my mobile to watch some movie to pass time, I started watching ‘YOU’ series, it’s a thriller, sensual, intense series. I was constantly checking her ass while watching the movie and I was already heard down in my shorts. Nikhila was not sleepy and suddenly turned towards me, I started watching the series and asked her is she needs some water.

She asked me if I can hold her hands as she was feeling nervous to get sleep, I was waiting for such initiation and slowly hold her hand, my other hand was holding my mobile watching YOU, there was a kissing sensual scene. I totally forgot that my cock is hard and there is a clear tent on my shorts. When I turned towards Nikhila, she was looking at my tent and her other hand was just next to my thighs. I turned towards her and my dick was just next to her left hand. I kept my mobile down and watched Nikhila, she was taking long breaths. She suddenly brushed her hand on my shorts and asked me if I was comfortable.

Me: I am very much comfortable (feeling happy inside)

She: Can I ask you something?

Me: Yes please.

She: Can you hug me from behind, I am kind of scared.

Me: Are you sure?

She: Yes, You make me more comfortable.

She turned the other side and took my left hand to wrap around her waist, my palm was on her stomach, I can sense her navel, I was in pure heaven.

She: Thank you, can you put your other hand under my head?

Me: sure dear. (I put my right hand under her head and wrapped around her neck)

I still have some distance from my erect cock and her ass.

She: Feels so good.

Me: same here, shall I come even closer, I am feeling cold.

She: yes, please. I am feeling cold too.

I moved much closer, and my front body is completely touching her back and my hands are wrapped around her. She definitely felt my dick and slowly started to mover her ass up and down, I was in heaven, my face is very close to back of her neck and she can sense my breath.

Me: Shall I hold you tighter?

She: hmmmmmm

she started slightly kissing my right hand and moving my left hand around her navel. I also started pressing her navel and caressing her stomach, all this while her ass was feeling my cock, this was just the beginning of best feeling. We was playing like this for good 20 minutes.

She: Raaaaaaaj.

Me: Hmmmmm

She: You are soooooo good.

Me: So are you, hmmmmmm.

She slowly turned towards me and our face was very close to each other, her one hand was on my waist and my hand my was on her thigh. Her other hand was next to my cock, my other hand was wrapping her head.

She: Raaaaaaaj

Me: yesssssss.

I was loving how she was initiating everything.

She: Shall I come more close to you?

Me: Like this? (I touched my nose with hers and was just away from her lips)

She: Yes baby, I can listed your breath, it’s driving me crazy.

Saying this she touched my cock, I moved further close so that she holds my cock, she wrapped her right hand around my cock and pressed slightly, I literally had per cum. We were playing with our nose and slowly our lips met, I started slowly sucking her upper lips and she was sucking my lower lip. We felt each others saliva and slowly opened our tongue, this is when she started stroking my cock and our kiss became more intense. We were sucking each others tongue and exchanging saliva, I slowly moved my hands to her boobs, they were perfect shaped and I kept my hands on her boobs, it was the best feeling.

She: I am so glad that I am with you tonight, please press my boobs.

Me: Sure baby, this is the best kiss I ever had.

We were kissing intensely, I was pressing her boobs and she was playing with my cock as at once. We were in the same position for 20 minutes. Guys foreplay is very important for best sex experience. Sorry for the interruption, please share your feedback at [email protected] to have more stories coming up.

Me: Shall I remove your nighty?

She: You can do anything you want baby, I am all yours.

We both sat and I slowly removed her dress, she was not wearing anything inside.
She made my lie down and sat on me, her pussy was directly on my dick. I started kissing her vigorously and moving my finger tips on her side boobs this was driving her crazy. Slowly I moved my fingertips to her nipple, she was moaning heavily.

She: What a feeling, keep doing it and anything you want.

Me: Be my bitch you are a hot bomb, I am so lucky to have you.

She: I am your bitch, you know exactly how to satisfy.

Me: I can see someone is wet down there.

She started slowly humping on me, her pussy was rubbing on my cock, I slowly removed my shorts and t-shirt.
I was now pressing her boobs, kissing her and rubbing my naked cock to her pussy, she was moving her hands on my head and is madly enjoying the pleasure.
Suddenly I got up, put her down and started sucking her boobs:

She: aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Wow, I love it

Me: Want more baby?

She: Yesssssssssssss, don’t stop, do what ever you want.

Me: I am going down baby.

She: Oh yes, I want this. But where is my lollypop.

Me: Understood mam.

I turned upside down and she immediately took my cock inside her mouth, my cock size id 5.5”, I don’t lie like others, I know how to keep a women happy.
I can sense the heat at the pussy area and I slowly navigated my tongue to her pussy entrance.

Me: Are you ready for another pleasure ride?

She: Yes, so are you.

I slowly entered my tongue to her pussy, it was already wet and I can taste her little salty fluid, it was driving me mad. I started licking her sweet clean shaved pussy, I am a very good pussy licker. We were in 69 position for nearly 15 minutes, she cum twice over my face and we loved it. I was about to cum and informed her.

Me: Baby I am about to cum.

She: Load in my mouth, I want it, every drop of it.

Me: Here you go, aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah

I released a load of my cum she tasted it and loved it. The moment was so sexy that my cock became hard rock again, now she sat on me and started rubbing her slippery pussi on my fully erect cock. I can still see the view of how sexy she was looking with her big bouncing boobs, clean underarms, loose hair and moving back and forth on me. Slowly I my cock slides into her pussy, that feeling was so good, I could feel the inner muscle of her pussy with my cock. This pleasure is indescribable, she hugged me tightly and was kissing me very intensely. We started the fucking motion, and the room was filled with moans.

She: This is the best fuck I ever had, tear my pussy, do not stop aaaaaaaaaaah.

Me: I am lucky to fuck a sex bomb like you, you are the best.

After 20 minutes, she had her orgasm and I was about to cum, she pleaded me to com all inside her. The moment I released my cum, I can see the please on both of us, we were out of the world. She collapsed on my while my cock was still inside her pussy, we were in that position for 10 minutes and slowly my cock that was inside her started to get hard and unknowingly we started to fuck again, this was unexpected and had another session.

She: I never ever imagined to have such a memorable night, I don’t want to miss you.

Me: Same here, I was worried about Vikas, I always had an I eye on you but my friendship stopped me.

She: You do not have to feel guilty, Vikas will be happy to know that we had this session,

Me: What?

She: Don’t worry, I will tell you some other day what Vikas think about you.

Me: I wany to kiss you and sleep cuddling you.

We both slept naked and the next day had another best sex days of our life, I will describe in another story on what happened next. Please do send me feedback at [email protected] if you like my story to have more stories coming up.

Hello readers, I am Bharath from Bangalore. I am 29 years old and have been married for the past 2 years. I am 5 feet 8 inches tall with a decent built body. I have been curious about the topic of sex since a very young age and have been an avid reader of sex stories for the past 12 years. The story I am about to share is about my initial encounters with my first girlfriend.

I was born and brought up in Bangalore. My family consisted of me, my parents, and my grandparents. I studied in a reputed school in Bangalore and, after my schooling, I took up the science stream for my +2. To help with my studies, my parents decided to put me in a coaching class. Even though I was not interested, I had no choice but to join the classes.

The classes started off as usual, and there were many cute girls from different colleges in my class. I was too shy to approach them. Among the many cute girls, I was attracted to one girl; let’s call her Spandhana. She was extremely fair and very cute. We were introduced to each other by one of our mutual friends.

Since our introduction, it was exchanging pleasantries and small chats here and there. Though I liked her a lot, I was scared to ask her for her number or to express my feelings. Hence, I could only communicate or hang out with her when we were in a group.

After a few weeks, I was elated to learn from one of my female friends that Spandhana had also developed feelings for me. And I confessed to my friend that I liked Spandhana too. In spite of all this, none of us expressed our feelings to each other. And I could feel the tension building between me and Spandhana.

Our mutual friend, who was aware of our situation, helped us by breaking the ice and establishing the relationship. Let me tell you more about Spandhana: she was an introvert and was extremely shy. She had a petite figure; her breasts were 32 inches, and her hips were 36 inches. Her buttocks looked like they were carved by one of the best sculptors in the world.

It was only after we got committed that we exchanged our numbers, and we started chatting over the phone like every other teenage couple. We both got really close and would speak for long hours.

Though we both had gotten really close, we were so shy that it took us a few months to muster the courage to hold hands in public. We could only open up and be close to each other when we were alone. Hence, we had found a few secluded spots where we would hang out, and there we started hugging each other. Within a few weeks, we were giving pecks on each other’s cheeks.

Both of us were really happy to have found each other. And we started spending a lot of time together in our secret spots. We also had our first kiss in one of those spots. Though both of us were really shy, the fear of getting caught somehow excited us.

Despite getting familiar with each other, Spandhana was really shy to kiss me back passionately. Instead, she would just open her lips and let me kiss her passionately. And I was more than willing to show her how much she meant to me.

As time passed by, these little kisses turned into make-out sessions. And Spandhana would let me feel her breasts and buttocks over her clothes. With a little persuasion, she would let me touch her belly. Her bare skin felt so smooth and soft that I craved more.

We would meet every alternate day to enjoy our little acts. A few months passed, and I was getting bolder by each encounter. I had started sliding my hand into her bra; her breasts were firm and, at the same time, the softest thing to hold. It felt heavenly to touch and play with her breasts. I had also managed to peek into her top and had a glimpse of her cleavage; the skin tone of her breasts was much lighter than the rest of her body, and I couldn’t wait to see them.

While in the act, if I ever tried putting her hand on my dick, she would immediately pull her hand back. And I never forced her to hold or stroke my dick, even above my pants. Once, when we were making out and both of us were in a world of ecstasy, I tried my luck by sliding my hand into her panties. To my luck, she did not object to it, and she continued with the kiss. Spandhana was hairy down there, but I enjoyed feeling her warm and wet pussy.

After feeling her wet pussy with my fingers, I had the urge to taste her pussy juice. But I didn’t know how she would react to this. So, to be on the safer side, I pulled her in for a hug and, without her noticing, licked my fingers. I loved what I tasted and was determined to eat her out when given a chance.

After this encounter, I did a lot of research on the internet, trying to learn how to play with her pussy. And I would try all those skills on her, and she would love it. I had read on the internet that fingering was pleasurable and had tried inserting my finger into her pussy but failed as her pussy was extremely tight. And she experienced immense pain if I tried harder.

As time progressed, I started dry humping her in a standing position. As all our make-out sessions were in public and in uncomfortable positions, we always wished we had a place of our own where we could lay on a bed and passionately make out to our heart’s content. However, that was not possible as I stayed with my parents and grandparents, and I hardly had an opportunity to have the house to myself.

These secret encounters continued till the end of our +2. We both had decided to take up different streams and joined different colleges. As she did not have a mobile phone, it was really hard for us to keep in touch. And distance started taking a toll on our relationship, so we decided to end it. Though we decided to end it, we found ways to communicate and kept in touch.

In the meantime, my parents constructed a new house in a different locality, and the house was vacant for a month before shifting. I hatched a plan to sneak Spandhana into our new house. I told Spandhana about my plan, and she too agreed to it. And we fixed a date on which we were going to visit my new house.

I could not wait for the day to come, and I was getting more and more excited each passing day. On the said day, I informed my parents that I would take my friends to our new house and managed to get the house keys. I was anxious and, at the same time, thrilled to be alone with her in a room.

As soon as we reached my house, my heart was pounding with excitement. And I looked at Spandhana; she was anxious and excited. After a few seconds, I couldn’t control my overwhelming emotions. I carried Spandhana in my arms to my room on the first floor. As soon as I put her on my bed, we could not stop each other from kissing and touching each other. I licked her ears and sucked on her earlobes.

I smothered Spandhana with kisses all over her face and neck, while she was moaning in a very low tone. I slowly tried removing her clothes one by one; though she was reluctant in the beginning, she let me undress her. I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to see Spandhana naked for the first time in 2 years. I had jerked off countless times imagining this moment for the past 2 years. And here, I was living the moment.

In no time, she was in her bra and panties; the dark-colored undergarments looked good on her fair skin. And I was over the moon with joy. My dick was rock hard, and I had a tough time keeping it in my pants. I quickly undressed and was just in my underwear.

We continued kissing. And I carefully, without her noticing, unhooked her bra. She immediately covered her breasts with her palms as she was shy. I was mesmerized by the topless beauty in front of me. I slowly removed her hands and saw her breasts. It was a sight to behold; her breasts were the perfect size. Her pink small areolas and her nipples were inviting me to suck them.

I pulled her in for a hug; the feeling of her breasts against my bare chest was something I had always imagined. And the warmth and heat that our bodies were emitting was setting up the mood for the evening to come.

After hugging for a few minutes, I took one of her breasts in my mouth and started sucking it. And my hand was fondling her other breast. She could not contain the rush of excitement and started moaning and kept pushing my head into her breasts. And that made me suck her breast harder.

Once I was done with sucking both her breasts, I buried my face between the breasts and played with them. I left a few love bites on both her breasts. I slowly started going down her body. I took my own sweet time with her belly button and left a few love bites on her spotless body while she restlessly tossed around in the bed and kept moaning.

As I reached her panties, she got conscious and tried getting up in a hurry. I convinced her and removed her panty swiftly; she had a bush around her pussy, and that thick bush looked sexy on her flawless, hairless body. I tried sniffing her pussy without her knowledge, and I loved the aroma of her pussy.

Spandhana had no knowledge about oral sex and was not ready to let me eat her pussy. I tried opening her legs to get a better view of her pussy, but as soon as I stretched her legs, she covered it with her hand. I couldn’t wait any further and removed her hands from her pussy, and without waiting, I started licking and kissing her pussy lips.

Spandhana was shocked at the idea of me licking her pussy and was in dilemma about whether to enjoy the pleasure she was feeling or to stop me from eating her pussy (which she thought was a dirty act). However, she couldn’t stop me from eating her pussy and started enjoying the newfound pleasure and was moaning.

After a few minutes of licking and kissing, I started rubbing her pussy as well. And as I started doing it faster, I could feel her thighs tightening around my head, and I knew that she was closing in on her orgasm. So, I continued the rubbing and licking. And within a minute, she was arching her back on the bed and cumming.

She was panting and resting on her back after that intense orgasm; that’s when her phone started ringing. It was her mother, inquiring about her whereabouts. After the call, she came back to her senses and panicked a little. I calmed her down by cuddling and kissing her.

We got dressed and left my house. I dropped her off near her house, and on my way back, all I could think about was her beauty and that hot session we had just shared. As I had not orgasmed, as soon as I reached home, I jerked off thinking about everything that had happened and released a big load.

That is all for this part. I will be writing another part on how I took her virginity based on the love and encouragement I receive from you all.

Please feel free to send in your feedbacks/suggestions to [email protected].

I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister.

She stayed quiet, her breathing shaky from the shivering. I kept tickling her sides, my hands brushing her ass, teasing, “Hey, Nida, Do you like monkeys or donkeys like me? Come on, laugh for me!” After a while, she laughed softly, her voice weak but warm, “Sohail, you’re too much.”

Her laughter faded into a shy smile, and she looked at me, her eyes soft and gentle. Then she spoke, her voice full of gratitude, “Sohail, Thank you for helping me, for being here. I don’t know. I would have died if you weren’t here! Even after all this, you’re trying to calm me, comfort me, and care for me. You could have taken advantage of me, but you didn’t.”

For the first time, she reached out, her hands touching my back. Her fingers brushed my bare skin as she hugged me tightly. Her boobs pressed harder against my chest, her leg between mine, her warmth wrapping around me. Her words hit me deep, stirring something in my heart.

I gently removed my hand from her head, lying beside her. My face was so close to hers, our noses almost touching. Her warm breath mixed with mine under the blanket.

I looked into her eyes, my voice soft and emotional, “Nida, I’d never do this kind of help to anyone! I just came to help because of Irfan, but I’m not sure. I started respecting you the moment I saw you at the airport. You have this aura you carry, which I hardly see—I’ve seen the shyness, the respect, and such a good heart, especially when you allowed me to share the same blanket even though you don’t want to get close! Taking advantage is a concern. I’d never take your advantage. And now, getting to know you, you’re the most beautiful girl!”

I laughed softly, my fingers gently touching her cheeks. She smiled. I continued, my voice heartfelt, “Thank you so much for trusting me. Thank you so much for letting me so close. I’m saying this from my heart—I can do anything for this smile.” I stopped, my emotions raw.

Her eyes looked into mine, full of trust and gratitude. She felt my words deep within. In that quiet moment, she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, a shy little thank-you for helping her. Her lips trembling slightly from shyness and her fever.

The kiss went on for about a minute, our lips moving gently together, full of feeling. I held her closer, my hand caressing her beautiful back, feeling her skin under the blanket, her body pressing against mine, her boobs. It felt so warm and nice. Then, in the closeness, Nida’s hand moved by mistake.

It touched my dick, her fingers staying there for just a second as she might hold it. Her eyes got big, her face turned red, and she pulled back fast with a little gasp. I felt shocked, too. My heart was beating fast. “Nida, I…” I mumbled, moving away quickly, too, the blanket shifting as we separated.

She grabbed the blanket to cover her chest, her hands shaking, “I… I didn’t mean it… sorry!” she said, her voice trembling. I nodded. “It’s okay… I’m sorry, too. Let’s think about your fever now.” I fixed the blanket to cover her better, trying to calm down, knowing we’d gone too far.

I felt bad, thinking of Irfan, her brother. How I was supposed to take care of her, not let this happen. Then my phone rang—it was Irfan. I put it on speaker, my heart beating fast.

“Sohail, thanks a lot for helping Nida,” Irfan said, his voice grateful but quick. “If she feels better, can you pick her up in the morning and drop her at the bus stand?” I swallowed hard, the guilt growing heavier, “Yeah, sure, Irfan. Don’t worry.” He said, “Thanks, man,” and hung up.

I looked at Nida, her eyes meeting mine for a second, both of us feeling the same guilt. Irfan’s trust in me, her as his sister, made the moment feel wrong. I wanted to break the heavy mood.

I said, “Nida, remember when you asked if I go gymming? Because if I didn’t, I would have looked like a big-belly typical uncle!” She giggled softly, “Hahaha.” Her laugh was warm. I laughed, too, “I bet you were laughing inside so much!” She nodded, “Maybe a little!”

We both smiled, the guilt fading as we shared that moment, her trust in me coming back. While laughing, she said, “Sohail, My body is paining… my legs hurt.” I said, “Let me help. I’ll press your legs, okay?” She nodded shyly, “Okay… thank you.”

I moved closer, staying seated on the chair, and began pressing her legs against the blanket. My hands were gentle but firm, trying to ease her pain. Her legs felt warm under the blanket, her breathing slowing as she relaxed.

While pressing, I looked at her, my voice soft, “Nida, you told me about your dream… the café in Mangalore. You should do it. I know you’ll make it amazing.” She smiled a little, “You think so? It’s hard. I don’t know if I can.”

I pressed her leg gently, “You can if you’re so good at cooking. People will love your café. And if anything gets in your way, I’m right behind you, okay? I’ll help you.” Her eyes softened, “Really, Sohail? That means a lot… thank you.”

I nodded, “Yes, really. I mean it. You’ll fulfil all your dreams—I believe in you.” She looked at me, her smile warm, “You’re so nice… I didn’t expect this. I feel better knowing you’re there.” I smiled back, “Always, Nida.”

Just then, she started shivering again, her body trembling under the blanket. “Sohail, I’m feeling shivers,” she said, her voice weak, her face pale from the cold and fever. I rushed to her without asking anything, slipping inside the blanket with her.

She didn’t say anything, ready to let me hug her, her trust in me clear. This time, it felt freer—she rested her head on my chest, hugging me tightly. Her one leg moved over mine, resting right on my dick. It got hard from the closeness.

I felt it and whispered, “Nida… I think someone is getting out of control, and I can’t stop it. Sorry for that.” She understood, tapping my shoulder gently, her voice soft, “I know… It’s okay.”

I told her, “I hope you know if it gets hard, it might leak some precum—not the real sperm. I’m afraid it could touch your leg. If you give me 10 minutes, I’ll go bring something to cover it so the leak doesn’t touch you.” She listened like a good student, her face shy, and asked, “What is that?”

I said, “If you listen, you might feel bad or not like it.” She kept insisting, “Tell me, please,” but I kept saying no. After some time, I whispered, “A condom… just to cover my dick, nothing else.” She looked shocked but understood my meaning, pausing for a brief moment.

Then she shyly leaned close and said in my ear, “No need to go out… I have a few. You can take one.” I was shocked, “Nida… how? “ she replied, “You might know I was with my husband till morning.” I laughed a little, trying to hide my surprise.

I took her bag, smiling, and pulled out one condom while she watched me. For the first time, her boobs weren’t fully covered. The blanket had slipped a bit, showing their boobs. But when I pulled the blanket off my side to put the condom on, she shyly covered her face with her hands and stayed quiet.

I put the condom on quickly, then got back under the blanket, taking her in my arms to hug her tightly, helping stop her shivering. Her head rested on my chest again, her body warming up. The closeness made her feel safe, but she was still a bit tense due to her shyness.

We stayed like that for a while. She looked up at me suddenly, her eyes full of gratitude, shining like stars in the dim light. “Sohail,” she whispered. She leaned in and came closer. My heart was beating as I was about to experience one more kiss, her lips brushing mine in a shy, tender kiss.

I kissed her back, my lips meeting hers with care. The kiss deepened, turning into a wild kiss. We keep on kissing, putting our tongues in each other’s mouths. I held her waist, pulling her on top of me. The kiss got more wild, my hands were grabbing her ass, and she was holding my face.

Her boobs are driving me crazy. I look at her boobs on my chest, and it’s killing me. She caressed my face, her fingers gentle, her voice a soft melody, “Thank you for everything, Sohail.” I smiled, my hand on her waist, “Looks like pleasure is mine, and you are feeling it down there,” and laughed.

She replied, “No comments,” and laughed. Her voice was low, “Sohail, I don’t know if I should say this or not. I got married a few weeks back, but I’ve never felt a kiss this romantic ever.” She hid her face in my chest. I patted her back gently, “It’s okay, Nida…. I agree, this is my best kiss ever.”

I held her tight, her boobs still pressing against me. I whispered, “Nida… can I request one thing?” She lifted her face, “What?” I hesitated, “I don’t know how to say…” She smiled shyly, “If you don’t want to say, then do action.” My heart raced.

I gently placed one finger on her boob, “Can I love these for a while? I have an urge… if you’re not okay, then fine, no issues.” Her eyes widened in shock, her face red, but in a flow, she nodded with her eyes, her trust shining through.

I grabbed her waist softly, slowly dragging her to the bed, her body moving with mine like a gentle wave. I came on top of her, laying her on her side, and slowly dragged the blanket down, revealing her boobs. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes with a sigh of relief, her hands resting by her sides.

I whispered, “They’re so beautiful, Nida.” I held one boob gently, its warmth filling my hand, and she reacted with a deep breath, her chest rising. I leaned closer, my lips brushing her boob, and she let out a soft moan. I kissed her boob romantically, sucking gently.

My other hand held her second boob, focusing on her nipple, giving a slight bite in between, the taste of her skin so pure. She caressed my head, pushing me closer, her fingers running through my hair with care. I kept sucking both boobs slowly, moving between them.

Her moans grew heavy, filling the room with their sound. Her nails scratched my back with every wave of feeling. The blanket fell off completely, leaving us both nude in the room. While sucking, I took her hand and guided it to my dick, and she held it for a moment, her fingers warm.

But then she froze, her breathing fast, “No, Sohail, stop,” she said, her voice shaky, realising we were crossing a limit. I stopped right away, pulling back, “Okay, okay, Nida,” I said softly, respecting her boundary. I grabbed the blanket quickly, covering her body to keep her warm.

I moved out of the bed, took my towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I sat in the chair near the bed. My heart is still racing, but I’m calm, knowing we stopped at the right time.

I sat in the chair, my heart still racing but calm, watching Nida rest under the blanket. Her breathing was slow, and her face was peaceful. I spoke softly, “Nida… about what just happened… I feel we got so close. I didn’t mean to cross any line.”

She opened her eyes, looking at me, her voice gentle, “Hmm, even I should not.” Then she looked at me, her voice low, “After all this, don’t be far… come and sleep beside me. Let’s take a rest.” I hesitated, “It’s okay, Nida, I’ll sleep on the chair.”

But she reached out, holding my hand, and dragged me gently toward the bed, her touch warm. She smiled, a little flirty, “It’s fine if you remove your towel.” I laughed, her playful tone making me blush. I removed my towel and got under the blanket with her.

She came close, hugging me tight, her body warm against mine. She kissed my cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment. “Good night, Sohail,” she whispered, her voice sweet. “Good night, Nida,” I said, kissing her cheek back.

Thank you for reading this so far! Wait for the next part. If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up in and around Dubai or elsewhere, I’m available anytime at [email protected].

Hi, everyone. I hope you all are doing well. I am back with another sexual encounter with my sexy Mom, Sujata. My Mom, Sujata, is 38 years old and with a sexy slutty figure of 34D-30-36. She is a sex bomb who can raise the dick of men with her sexy walk.

In the previous part, you read about how my Mom started narrating what they did after going to Daya’s place. It ended with hot pussy licking and fingering of my Mom’s pussy. Read how Mom enjoyed sucking Daya’s huge dick and got fucked by him in the open like a slut.

I was waiting for my Mom to get back to normal to get back to normal after the orgasm in the open. My Mom was sitting on the washing rock while I was standing there rubbing my dick. Once her breathing returned to normal, she came to her senses.

My Mom looked at my hard-on, which was exactly on her face. He caught my dick and asked, “Shall I suck and relieve you?”  I shook my head and asked her to continue with what happened next. My Mom smiled and rubbed my dick over my shorts. She continued telling me what happened next.

Mom’s Narration:

I was still catching my breath when I saw Daya getting nude. However, I was a meter away from him. When he pulled out his pants, he also pulled out his underwear. A strong odour of urine hit my nose. I made my lips wet, thinking that I was going to taste that dirty dick with my mouth.

I noticed his huge black dick now clearly. However, I stroked it for the last three days. It was never completely out of his pants. So, this is my first time seeing it in person. It was fat and lengthier than any other dicks that entered my pussy till then.

It was all bushy, with hair covering almost a quarter of it, but still it seemed huge. His balls were heavy, with cum getting generated from the last day after cumming in my mouth. Daya walked closer to me, and his dick was hanging on my face.

Daya spoke, “I never that in my life that I would fuck one of my sexiest customers. Though you are married and have a son, you are so active in sex. The best thing about you is the way you turn on your partner.”

I was blushing, listening to him. Daya then signalled me to take his dick in my mouth. I caught his balls and smoothly massaged them. I grabbed them in my fist and saw a precum drop forming at the end of his dick. I squeezed his huge balls further as the drop became bigger.

Once the cum drop is about to roll out of the dick hole. I licked it with my tongue, and Daya moaned in pleasure. I licked his whole dick tip with my tongue, poking his dick hole. While his balls are still in my grip. I then opened my mouth and took his whole dick into my mouth, down my throat.

I sucked it for a few minutes making my saliva drool over it, and pulled it out. I rubbed his wet dick all over my face, and this time I took his huge balls in my mouth. The manly smell from his dick is turning on me a lot. I was rubbing my pussy while sucking his balls.

I got on my knees and began giving proper blowjob to him. Daya held my hair and started to move his ass as I took his dick deep throat. He started to fuck me faster and harder. He slapped my face a few times while looking into my eyes with lust.

He began to moan, “I will fuck you like no one ever fucked you bitch. I will make you a slut for my dick every time I am around you. You will be begging me to put that thing in your mouth and fuck your dirty holes as I wish. You are not going to feel your pathetic husband’s dick anymore after today.”

Moaning all those words and fucking my mouth harder and harder. He came in my mouth, and the load was so huge that I couldn’t swallow it all. Some of it rolled out of my mouth as well. Of course, I took it again with my hand and licked it, though. We both fell on the bed, and the bed stank like shit.

“Yuck, what is this? How can you sleep on this fuck? It smells like shit,” I said, getting up from the bed and standing nude. Daya got up from the bed and came over to me. He started to kiss my neck while his fingers were playing with my pussy. It turned me on, and I started stroking his semi-hard dick.

“Ah, it’s so stinky I cannot get fucked on that Daya,” I moaned in his ear and bit it. Daya pushed his 2 fingers into my pussy and started to rub my clit with his thumb. I was moaning when he suddenly said, “Let us fuck outside in the open. I bet your husband never fucked you like that.”

I was in shock as I listened to his words. But his intense fingering was not allowing me to make the correct decision. I nodded my head, and he took me outside. He went into the auto and took a seat, placing it on the ground. I was looking around, scared, with my hand over my boobs and pussy.

I saw him asking me to come over to the seat that he had placed. But I was still scared of the thought of what if someone caught us. Daya came to me and removed my hand from my pussy. He grabbed my pussy lips with his hand.

He pulled them and said, “Don’t worry, no one will come this way till evening, and we have more than 3 hours to enjoy.”

He pulled me with him holding my pussy lips with his hand. I walked behind him. He made me stand on the seat, and he knelt on it. His tongue touched my pussy, and I got lost in pleasure. He started to lick my pussy. I was in pleasure again and started to press my boobs with my hands.

Literally, I became a slut who is getting her pussy licked in the open with almost a stranger. The sun is hitting me; it’s not that hot yet, but it’s sunny. He then made me kneel and then made me lie on the seat. He parted my legs gently and rubbed my pussy with his dick.

I was moaning as his rough dick tip rubbed along my tender pussy lips. He held my waist and pushed his dick tip inside my pussy. I moaned as my pussy lips got widened by his dick tip. It felt so good that such a huge one was entering my pussy, and my pussy started to leak like a river.

Daya pulled his dick tip a little out and pushed it in with force. Fuck, half of it entered my pussy. But the pain started to form as his dick was widening and stretching my pussy limits. I grabbed the seat hard, and Daya started to rub my pussy with one hand.

I felt relieved and began to moan as it was giving me pleasure. I was so involved in the rubbing and enjoying the pleasure. I didn’t notice that Daya’s whole dick was inside my pussy. By the time he stopped rubbing my pussy. I looked at Daya with a question mark on my face.

That’s when he asked me to look down where his dick was completely inside my pussy. I never had my pussy so filled as it was on that day. I really fell in love with his expertise. I caught his face and kissed his lips, locking my legs around his waist.

As we were still kissing, Daya started to fuck my pussy. There were huge sounds as his balls hit my ass when his dick went in completely. I was shivering in pleasure and loving it to the core. Both of us are sweating like pigs fucking in the open sun.

I can’t explain the pleasure that I am getting as he fucked me in missionary. I couldn’t hold myself anymore, and I cum hard on his dick. He waited for me to get back to my senses, and then he turned me into a doggy position. He entered me from behind, and now I felt his dick touching my navel from inside.

I was moaning as he was hitting my ass from behind and pulling my hair. My pussy started to burn as he kept fucking me for the last 25 minutes. I asked him to stop and made him lie down. I sat on his face and lied over him to take his dick in my mouth.

We were in 69 positions sucking each other. I got up and then sat on his dick. I started to squeeze his dick with my pussy and rotated around with his dick in my pussy. He was moaning as I squeezed his dick much harder. I started to ride him, rising high to the edge of his dick and then falling on it.

It made huge thapp thapp sounds, and he was enjoying it while playing with my bouncing boobs. All of a sudden, he picked me up and took me inside the house. He pinned me to the wall and started to bang me so hard that I kept screaming.

If there had been houses around, people might have come running to hear the screams I was making. I didn’t stop jumping over his dick and enjoying the best sex that I was getting. He immediately made me lie on the floor and started his assault of fast fucking.

I understood that he was going to cum, and I started to move my ass at the same speed matching him. As our thighs hit, there were huge sounds, and we were nearing our orgasm.

We kept on kissing, biting each other’s lips while fucking so hard. We fucked so hard, and we both exploded at once, and he stuck to me like that. Both of us were catching our breath after the intense fucking. When we got up, we saw a small pool of juices that came out of my pussy and his dick.

He showed me the washroom, where I cleaned myself, and then he dropped me off at home.

End of narration.

By now, my Mom pulled out my dick and started to suck it. I was imagining how Daya fucked her in the open, and I can no longer control any more. I made my Mom lie on the washing rock and lifted her nightie. I pushed my dick into her wet pussy and started to fuck her.

My Mom locked me with her legs and kept moaning till both of us came together. Throughout the fuck our eyes are closed, imagining the day how they fucked and feeling ourselves in the same place again.

I hope you loved the experience and can reach out to my Mom to tell her how you felt about reading. How slutty she is and how you wish to have a Mom like her. You can mail her at [email protected], and you can write to me at [email protected]. Bye.

Hello dosto, mera naam Rahul hai. Meri umar 31 saal hai aur main Chandigarh me rehta hoon. Meri shaadi ho chuki hai 3 saal pehle. Mera skin color kafi fair hai. Shaadi ke baad se maine thoda weight gain kar liya hai, meri chest par aur arms par, jiske wajah se meri body me thode curves feel hote hain.

School time se hi mere andar ek alag si feelings thi ladkiyon ko lekar. Mujhe unke sath baith kar baate karna, gossip karna bhot pasand tha. Mujhe ladkiyon ki dresses hamesha se hi bhot attract karti thi, aur ladkon ke kapde bhot boring lagte the.

Meri ek badi sister bhi hai, jo mujhse ek saal badi hai. Main jab bhi chance milta tha, uski dresses pehan kar apne aap ko mirror me dekh kar ladkiyon jaisa feel karta tha. Shuru shuru me mujhe ye cheeje kafi normal lagti thi, par ye kab meri habit bann gyi, pta hi nahi laga. Jo aadat school uniform pehan ne se shuru hui thi, wo meri umar ke sath badhte badhte Western dresses, suits, saree tak pahunch gyi thi.

Mera ladkon aur ladkiyon ko dekhne ka nazariya hi badal gaya tha. Main ladkiyon ko unki beauty ke sath sath unki dresses, makeup, jewellery, heels me notice karne laga, aur ladkon ko unki handsome body aur unki mardangi wali takat se dekhne laga. Mujhe ladkiyon ke struggles kafi apne se lagne lage.

2021 me meri shaadi hui, aur meri life kafi normal chal rahi thi. Mujhe meri wife ki dresses, uska sajna sawarna bhot attract karta tha. Unki bridal dresses, makeup, husband ke liye shrinagar karna, bangles, bindi, payal sab mujhe bhot pasand the.

Kuch time ke baad, maine apni feelings kisi ke sath share karne ke liye, maine social media par girl identity se ek profile banayi. Aur kafi friends banaye online, jinse main as a girl hi baat karti thi, par mujhe usme attachment feel nahi ho raha tha. Fir ek din, maine mere ek school friend ko request bheji aur use add kiya.

Uska naam Deepanshu hai. Wo aur main school me sath the. Hum ache dost to nahi the, bas ek dusre ko jaante the, same class ki wajah se. Aur school ke baad se hum bas social media pe hi touch me the. Uski age 32 hai; wo bhi married hai. Dikhne me wo kafi normal sa ladka hai; jyada handsome nahi hai, thoda healthy sa bhi hai.

Humare us profile pe add hone ke baad, humari din raat baate hone lagi. Wo mujhse flirt karta, mujhe ek married aurat samjh kar, aur mujhe bhi uske sath maja aane laga. Wo mera har din ka routine bann gaya tha. Kaam karte waqt bhi hum chat karte the. Wo mujhe milne ke liye kafi force karta tha, par main koi na koi bahana banakar use mana kar deta. Aise hi humne sath me 1 saal nikal diya. Uski fantasy talks mujhe bhot achi lagti thi, aur main apne aap ko uski wife jaisa imagine karne laga tha.

Itne time ke baad, uski milne ki zid kafi jyada badh gyi thi, aur main use ab aur mana nahi kar pa raha tha. To ek din, maine himmat ki aur use apne bare me batane ka mann bana liya. Aur us din hum chat kar rahe the, to maine use bataya ki maine use jhooth kaha hai. “Main ek aurat nahi hoon, main ek ladka hoon.”

Uska jawab aaya ki wo janta hai ye baat, kafi time pehle use idea lagg gaya tha. Par usne continue rakha mere sath, kyunki use mere sath baate karna aur time spend karna acha lagta hai. Mujhe itna relax feel hua, main bta nahi sakta.

Usne mujhse kaha ki kam se kam main use apni real identity ke baare me to batu. Maine socha shayad ye hi sahi time hai, to maine use bataya, “I am Rahul.”

Usne kaha, “Rahul Sharma..?”

Maine kaha, “Yes!”

Usne mujhe ye padhte hi call milaya, par maine cut kar diya. Maine kaha usse ki, “Phone mat kar, yahi baat kar le.”

Usne kaha mujhe ki, “Kamine, bda acha pagal banaya tune mujhe, ek saal se. Pehle hi bta deta tu hai. Mujhe laga na jaane kon nikle par tu hai to main befikar hoon.”

Meri to saans me saans aa gyi ye padhkar. Aur maine bhi bataya use ki,”Maine to tere maje lene ke liye tujhe add kiya tha, par itne time me tere se attachment ho gaya hai.” Aur main ise aise hi continue karna chahta hoon. Wo bhi maan gaya, aur ab hum aur openly baat karne lage. Maine use apni girly feelings ke baare me sab bataya. Use bhi sunkar bda maja aane laga. Aur ab wo mujhe apni 2nd wife bulane laga. Aur main bhi use waise hi treat karne lagi.

Ab hum phone pe bhi baate karne lage the, aur ek bar hum ek restaurant me bhi mile, aur khoob baate ki apni private life ke baare me. Aur jis din main akele hota tha ghar par, to main meri wife ki dress pehan kar use photos share karne laga. Meri fair body pe ladkiyon ki dresses bhot suit karti hai, jise dekh kar wo bhi pagal ho jata tha. Aur fir video call par main use dikha dikha kar uska pani nikalti thi.

Ab humse raha nahi ja raha tha, aur humne milne ka plan banaya. Meri wife ko mayke jana tha, to wo 7 din ke liye chali gyi thi, aur maine Deepanshu se kaha ki, “Ye hi sahi time hai humare milne ka.”

Usne apne ghar par mere ghar rukne ke liye keh diya, aur hum ladke ladke hain dono, to uski wife ne aur meri wife ne bhi kuch nahi socha is baare me.

Ab aaya wo din, jiska mujhse hamesha se intezar tha. Sham ka samay tha, aur main uske liye sajne lagi. Usne kaha tha mujhe ki wo mujhe mere aurat ke avatar me hi milna chahta hai.

Sham hote hi, main ache se nahayi, aur body par jo hairs the, unhe hair removal cream se saaf kiya, chest aur legs par se, aur private parts se. Face par bhi shave ki ache se.

Deepanshu ko black saree bhot pasand hai, to maine nahane ke baad black pushup bra pehni. Meri chest pe thoda weight hai, us wajah se push-up bra ne achi cleavage bna di thi. Aur panty pehni, aur uske upar stretchable black blouse aur petticoat. Fir main mirror ke samne baith kar shringar karne lagi. Halka sa blush, eye liner, mascara, red lip gloss. Ear rings pehne, clip wale, jisme ear me ched ki jarurat nahi hoti, aur ek sundar sa mangalsutra pehna. Maathe par black small bindi lagayi. Mere baal maine boy cut ki tarah part kiye, aur one side karke clip laga liya. Red nail polish lagayi nails par, hatho aur legs ke. Fir unke sukhne ke baad, black bangles pehni, aur pairo me sunder si payal.

Fir main uthi, aur black saree maine bandhi, with beautiful plates. Itne saalon ki practice aaj kaam aa rahi thi mere. Aur apne aap ko ek baar mirror me dekha, main ek perfect married wife lagg rahi thi. Fir maine red heels pehni, aur inke aane ka intejar karne lagi. Maine sunder candles se room decorate kiya, aur ek wine ki bottle ke sath chocolate cake saja kar rakha.

Raat ke 9 baj gaye the, aur mujhe door bell sunai di, aur meri saanse itni tej thi, ki jaise dil bahar aa jayega. Main uthi, aur keyhole se Deepanshu ko dekha, aur gate khola. Mujhe dekh kar uske hosh udd gaye the, aur main najre jhukaye, unke samne apne aap ko present kar rahi thi. Wo andar aaye, aur mere kaano me bole, “Tum meri biwi se bhi kafi jyada sunder lagg rahi ho; kash tum hi meri permanent biwi hoti.”

Ye sunkar main sharma gyi, aur najre nahi mila pa rahi thi unse. Unhone black kurta pehna hua tha, jisme upar ke 2 button open the, jisse unki gold chain aur hairy chest dikh rahi thi, aur niche pathani pajama aur jooti thi.

Humne ek dusre ka hath pakda, aur main unhe humare room me le gayi aur hum sofa pe baith gaye. Pura room meri sajayi hui candles aur flowers se mehak raha tha. Maine red wine bottle open ki, aur hum dono ke liye ek ek wine ka glass ready kiya. Humne cheers karke, ek dusre ke sath eye contact karte hue, sip liya. Wo mujhe pyaar se Neelam bulate the, humare chat me, jo uski ex ka naam tha. To usi se wo mujhe bulane lage.

Deepanshu: “Tum bhot sunder lagg rahi ho, ek perfect wife ki tarah. Mera dost mujhe kahi nahi dikhai de raha, sirf meri biwi dikhayi de rahi hai – Neelam.”

Rahul: “I am also very happy, ki jo main hamesha se feel karna chahta tha, wo tumne mujhe feel karwaya.”

Usne apni pocket se ek gift nikala, aur mujhe diya. Maine use open kiya, to usme ek beautiful nose ring thi, jo bina ched kiye clip kar sakte the, especially for me.

Deepanshu: “Ek married aurat pe nose ring bhot sunder lagti hai, aur isse pta lagta hai ki wo kisi ki ho chuki hai. To ab se jab bhi hum milege, tum ye pehan kar miloge mujhse.” Aur unhone mujhe wo apne hatho se pehna di.

Uske baad, humne apna glass khatam kiya, aur wo meri taraf badhe, aur mere hontho ki kiss karne lage. Unki beard mujhe alag ehsas karwa rahi thi, kiss karte waqt, aur main unka pura sath de raha tha. Unhone mere hontho ki lali ka pura maja liya, aur chuste rahe mere hontho ko. Unhone cake ko apni finger kar liya, aur mere lips aur neck pe lagaya, aur chatne lage. Aur mujhe maja aane laga, meri aahe nikal rahi thi. Aur meri chudiya us mahol me pura shor kar rahi thi.

Unhone mujhe uthaya, aur meri saree ko khinch kar mujhse alag kar diya, aur apna kurta bhi nikal fenka. Unki puri chest pe baal the, jo unki mardangi ko dikha rahe the. Aur uth kar, mujhe kiss karne lage, aur meri cleavage par kiss karne lage. Unhone mere blouse ke hook khole, aur alag kar diya, aur mujhe bistar par patak diya. Ab meri bra ko khola, aur mere pink nipples ko dekh kar kaatne lage, chusne lage. Main pure hosh kho chuki thi. Aur jo ho raha tha, uska maja le rahi thi. Unhone apne daanto se mere boobs par nishan kar diye the, pura laal kar diya tha unko.

Ab maine unhe waha se dhakka diya, aur unke upar aa gyi. Fir maine unke pajama nikala, aur mera petticoat. Ab wo sirf underwear me, aur main meri panty me, with all the jewellery me thi. Maine unko pairo ko kiss karte hue, underwear par phunchi, jo ki tent ban chuka tha.

Ab main uske upar se use kiss karne lagi, aur unki halat kharab ho rahi thi.

Fir maine underwear niche kiya, aur lund ko bahar nikala, aur use apne hontho se laga liya. Phir main use kiss karne lagi, aur fir use chusne lagi, ache se. Uske top se lekar balls tak, use apne muh me rakha, aur dba kar chusne lagi.

Deepanshu: “Oh Neelam, yes baby, chuso ise… maja aa gaya, tere sath to. Aisa kabhi kisi ne nahi chusa.”

Aur main use gale tak lekar chusne lagi. Na jaane unhone kya khaya hua tha, unka pura tight tha, aur pani nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Maine 20 min tak lagatar use chusa, aur mera muh dard karne laga. Aur main wahi gir padi.

Deepanshu: “Kya hua meri jaan? Abhi to raat shuru hui hai.”

Aur wo utha, aur unhone meri panty utar kar mujhe pura nanga kar diya. Phir wo mujhe ulta kar diya, aur meri gaand chatne lage. Unki jibh wo magic kar rahi thi, ki main meri gaand dheere dheere upar uthane lagi, aur unhe chatne me uksane lagi. Meri gaand puri geeli ho chuki thi, aur main unke lund ke liye taiyaar thi.

Rahul: “Baby, please… ab mujhe apni biwi bana lo, aur meri virginity ko tod do. Mujhe tumhara lund chahiye, please.”

Deepanshu utha, aur apne lund pe gel lagayi, aur dheere dheere meri gaand me use daalne lage, jagah banane lage.

Meri aankho se aanshu behne lage the. Dard ke maare par, mujhe wo chahiye the. To main unhe “please karo” karta raha, aur unhone mere gaand me pura lund daal diya, aur mere calm hone ka wait kiya. Jaise hi jalan kam hui, maine kaha Deepanshu se ki, “Chodo mujhe ache se.”

Deepanshu: “Yes meri, jaan. Ab tujhe biwi ki tarah choduga.”

Aur meri chudai shuru hui. Meri gaand upar uthi hui thi, aur wo mere piche se kutiya ki tarah mujhe chod rahe the.

Rahul: “Aaaaah… aaaaah… baby, yes… chodo, aur mujhe… ummmmmm… bhot maja aa raha hai.”

Deepanshu: “Yes meri jaan… tight gaand chodne me maja hi alag hai.”

Aur unhone mere baal pakde ek hath se, aur mujhe kass ke chodne lage. Meri bangles aur payal ki awaj ke sath, pura bistar awaj kar raha tha, jise sunke unhe aur maja aa raha tha, aur excited ho rahe the. Ye wahi bistar tha, jispe main aur meri wife romance karte hain. Usi par main kisi aur ki wife bankar chud rahi thi. Fir unhone mujhe palta, aur meri taange apne kandhe par rakh li. Ab meri aankho me dekhte hue, meri gaand me lund daal diya, aur chudai shuru ki.

Rahul: “I love you my darling… aaaaaah… it is feeling so good… hamesha se hi main ye karna chahta tha.”

Deepanshu: “Ab se tu meri permanent wife hai… jab bhi mauka milega, akar teri jawani me maje lunga.”

Rahul: “Yes baby… main bhi wait karugi, har us din ka, jab main tumhari biwi ban kar, ye feeling me jee saku.”

Deepanshu: “Aaah… mera nikalne wala hai, meri jaan… kaha nikalu? Bta…”

Rahul: “Meri gaand me hi nikal do baby… I want this feeling with you.”

Aur unhone meri gaand me apna maal bhar diya, aur mujh par gir gye. Meri gaand se unka maal beh kar nikal raha tha, aur maine unhe apni baaho me bhar liya, aur hum kuch der tak soye rahe.

Thodi der baad, main uthi. Wo abhi bhi so rahe the. Maine uth kar apne aap ko thik kiya, makeup fix kiya, aur ek sunder si red nighty pehan kar, kitchen me khana banane chali gyi. Fir maine dinner ready kiya, aur unhe uthaya. Unhone apna underwear pehna, aur dinner table pe mujhe apni thighs par bithaya, aur mere hatho se khana khaya.

Subh hote hi, hum apne apne kaam par chale gaye, aur raat ka intezaar karne lage.

Humne ek sath fir kafi raate bitayi…

Humari life me aur kya hua, fir kisi kahani me bataunga.

Thanks for reading.