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Hello, everyone. I am Author, and I am writing about an incident that occurred in 2019. I am sharing one of my sexual encounters after a few years. I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown man, and I have been staying in Pune since 2016. Now, I have shifted to my birthplace.

I wouldn’t have narrated this story, but I’ll reveal the reason at the end why I’m writing this.

In 2019, I was living in Pune. I was part of a group and was new to it. They used to come near my place for some informal evening discussions. There were many people in the group. I used to be a quiet guy, sometimes adding my input. The conversations in the group weren’t witty, but they were loud.

I mostly ordered and ate food during that time. It was an issue for me as the bills increased. I mostly ordered very rich, heavy foods, which aren’t always healthy. I was also looking for some tiffin services.

There was a tall and very fair girl, Devanshi (name changed, of course), in the group. I am almost 6’1″. She stood tall for an Indian woman at around 5’8″ (a little less). We spoke and vibed. I found out she was from the northeastern state of Meghalaya, but her ancestry wasn’t from there.

We spoke briefly and exchanged numbers. I wasn’t sure, but I felt Devanshi thought the guys in the group gave a lot of attention to a few specific girls. She was secretly a little jealous of them.

Although I took her number, the first message of our conversation was from Devanshi. I replied, and it was a regular conversation. Slowly, we started conversing more over texts, and we also met at the group gatherings.

Within a few days, I mentioned that I needed home-cooked meals for dinner. She replied, “Neki aur puch puch” (something like this. I’m not exactly sure about the idiom). She mentioned that she has a café that serves tiffin meals.

I was happy to know this. She started the café with a person, Akash (name changed), from her native place. I spoke with Akash, as he was the main person responsible for overseeing the business. He was a friendly guy. Devanshi was just an investing partner.

We decided on a subscription plan. It was chicken meals at an affordable rate. Slowly, after the subscription, we started speaking more often.  We got comfortable within two weeks, and we were discussing a lot of things. The doubt I had was proven right.

She said that the group was mostly about a few people, and only some of them received the most attention. Not everyone was getting enough importance. I partially agreed and told her that maybe she was correct. But that doesn’t bother me much.

One day, she called me and said,

Devanshi: You know, I met you recently, but you are different. I like how gentlemanly you are. You know how to speak.

Me: (I never tried to flirt, but getting complimented, I did feel good.) Yeah, I believe I’m a gentleman, and yes, I love communicating, just not loudly.

We laughed together, and she gossiped a little about the group members. I didn’t join her but responded positively. After that, things changed, and I did flirt with her a bit. It was all healthy flirting.

The group generally met on Sundays. We had a WhatsApp group where everyone mentioned whether they were coming to the place or not. I wasn’t feeling like going and mentioned I wouldn’t be coming. Devanshi had already mentioned she was coming.

After my message, around 6 p.m., I received a text from her.

Devanshi: Hey Sid, why aren’t you coming?

Me: No specific reason, just not feeling like it.

Devanshi: Gappe marenge, a jao na. Ek din hi to baatein hoti hai. (Come over, we will chat.)

Me: I have no mood today. Let’s see. Once you reach out, drop me a call.

I wanted to meet her, but that day, I really wasn’t in the mood to go there. Everyone started arriving at 6 p.m. at a big café. It was the usual place for evening discussions, just a kilometre away from my place.

Around 7 p.m., I received a call from Devanshi.

Devanshi: Author, where are you? I have reached.

Me: Okay, wait at the café. I might come if I have the time.

Devanshi: But I don’t want to go to that café.

I didn’t understand.

Me: But you told me you wanted to have some gossip at the café today, right? And you have also mentioned in the group that you are visiting.

Devanshi: I didn’t tell you I wanted to gossip with them. I said I wanted to meet you and speak with you.

Whoa! My heart ignited, but I still wanted to ensure my understanding was correct, as we had a mutual group. I didn’t want a bad name.

Me: Okay, so you won’t go there?

Devanshi: No, baba, I have come to meet you. Come fast.

I got excited and dressed up in my black round-neck shirt and track pants.

I went to the Chowk to meet her. We exchanged a few laughs and then walked on the road. The place where I stayed was beautiful. There was a gate and big mountains where you could literally go for a trek.

Somehow, we had to ensure that we didn’t cross over to the other side, or else the group members could see us. So, we took the road that was towards my society.

Devanshi: Sid, can’t we walk in your society? It’s a little risky out here. Someone might see us.

We went towards the entrance gate. While entering, the security guards created a ruckus. I explained that she wouldn’t be staying overnight but just for a few hours. Then they wanted an ID card. Now, I thought Devanshi would be carrying an ID card, but my God, she wasn’t even carrying an ID card.

We were speaking with the security guard to allow us, but they weren’t allowing it. All of a sudden, Devanshi remembered that she might have a soft copy of her ID card in her email. So, finally, the security guard said they would allow it this time. But next time, we will need a hard copy.

We lost around 20-25 minutes. We entered our society and then started walking around in it. In ten minutes, Devanshi said she was tired and wanted some water. I wasn’t sure how it would sound if I asked her to come to my flat.

So, I initially thought I would tell her to let me bring her some water. But then I thought, let’s at least take a chance.

Me: If you are comfortable, we can go to my flat, and you can have some water.

Devanshi didn’t show any excitement but agreed. I was a little nervous, but I was also enjoying the thrill. We entered my flat, and I took her to my room. No one was there in the flat, and I gave her water. She did some cringeworthy acting and said,

Devanshi: Bringing a girl to your flat when no one is there? Achha plan banaya hai tumne. Bade harami ho tum. (Good plan, you rascal.)

I was a little shocked because I hadn’t planned anything. Everything just happened, most of which Devanshi initiated. Thankfully, Devanshi laughed it off, and I relaxed soon after. I didn’t let her understand my feelings, lol.

Me: Haha, thankfully, you understood my plan. I grinned.

We chatted a bit for around 5-10 minutes. Then she got up and started looking in the mirror. She bit her lip slightly, applied some lipstick, and adjusted her top as if she were setting it upright. As she did this, her top was getting slightly pulled upwards.

I was getting a little horny. I was staring at her from the bed. I got up and went near her. I was aroused. I went beside her and had glimpses of her. The moment I got near her, she started touching her breasts. She tilted rightwards, facing opposite me but showing her buttocks towards me.

She came a little towards me while I attempted to grab her by her waist. The moment I attempted, her ass brushed against my manhood, erect inside my underwear. Devanshi moaned and sighed, and I got the nod I wanted. I pulled her near me and put my tongue on her left shoulder.

She leaned her neck towards the right. I got more surface area to kiss and lick on the left side of her neck. She started making little sounds, and I rubbed my manhood from inside my underwear against her butt crack. I flipped her around and put my tongue in her mouth.

I squeezed her left buttock with my right hand. I took my right hand up, and while I moved my thumb around her left breast nipple, Devanshi shook when I did it from over her top. I was charged to the core and wanted to have passionate and wild sex with her.

I was around 25 at that time. She was my age or a year younger than me. She was around 65 kg, and my testosterone was boiling, so I picked her up with her legs crossed around my back without breaking the kiss. I tossed this 5’8″ woman onto my bed.

There was some noise from my single bed when I threw her onto it. She had something in her state that made me attracted to her. I realized I always had the desire to fuck her badly in my subconscious mind. I slowly got on top of her. It was a very sensuous moment.

She was pretending to be in a shell, but at the same time, was hinting at welcoming me. I got near her and placed my hand between her legs. She was lying on her left, so I did this while pulling her right leg towards me. Her hands were holding my chin and cheeks.

Her behaviour and reactions were truly captivating. The way she was reacting to my touches was making me crazy. I removed her top. My God, she had some great breasts. They were not the firmest I have seen, but they were of good shape and size.

I was a little intoxicated, and the way she was looking at me was very seductive. I removed her bra, grabbed her by her waist, and forced my tongue into her mouth. I was massaging her belly while my tongue was going deep inside her mouth. It was a blissful and sexy moment.

I was purposely pouring all my saliva inside her mouth and grabbing her by force. She was making soft sounds, which I loved. It was not just a fuck fest going on. The fact that she bunked the group’s gathering and came to my flat heightened the sexual tension between us.

I slowly opened the hook of her jeans and saw her red underwear. I kissed my two fingers, middle and index, and pressed on her pussy opening from over her panties, but then I put them inside. She gave a loud moan, but since my tongue was dipped in her mouth, it came out a lot restrained.

Then I took my two fingers, kissed and licked them again, inserted them inside her panties, and dipped them into Devanshi’s pussy. She broke the kiss and screamed. I got a little scared, but since no one was in my flat, we were safe. I kissed her here, there, everywhere.

I moved my tongue around her areola and nipples. Her nails went deep into my back. I was getting a little hurt, but didn’t mention anything as I was licking. But then I thought of taking it to the next level and gave a strong bite near her collarbone. She screamed again. I enjoyed that, haha.

I didn’t have an AC. I was sweating, and strangely, she wasn’t. I thought she should smell of me, and I started rubbing myself against her. She bit my chest, licked me, and rubbed her cheeks on my chest hair. I was still in jeans when she put her hand inside my jeans, inside my underwear.

My dick was throbbing. She jacked me a little, closed her eyes, and bit her lips. This was enough reason to make me crave to drill her. She was sultry, and I was enjoying it. I stood up on the bed, opened my jeans and my underwear, and held her hair. She was looking up at my face, thirsty.

I held her face and pushed my erect dick deep inside her mouth. I wanted her to suck, but then I decided to gag her a little. I started mouth-fucking her a little when her eyes became noticeably big. She took her mouth out a little, paused, looked at me, and grunted a little. Then she started sucking me.

My God, until then, that was the best sucking I had ever gotten. Gulp, gulp, gulp sounds came. My dick was full of her saliva. Oh my God, I was in seventh heaven. There was no wall to hold, so I was losing control. For this, I took my dick out of her mouth after some time.

I was so elated, I don’t remember the time. We were already charged, and I wanted to fuck her big time now. I did want to suck her, but we both were restless. I sat down and put her legs on my shoulders. I placed my two fingers, the index and middle, on Devanshi’s lips, asking her to kiss them.

Devanshi put them inside her mouth and licked them. I grinned and put my two fingers inside her pussy and curled my fingers. She moaned, and I felt she was so wet down there. I was excited and about to throb my dick inside her when I suddenly realized I hadn’t worn a condom.

I separated her legs from my shoulders and asked her to keep them up and hold them with her hands. She obliged. I went to my almirah to take the condom out.

Devanshi: What happened, baby?

Me: Wearing a condom.

Devanshi: You need not, and you could also cum inside me if you want to. I’ll take pills.

I didn’t want that, so I took out the condom and, while wearing it, said,

Me: Protection is best, and I winked.

I got to the bed, freed her legs from her hands, and put her legs on my shoulders. In one go, I put my dick inside her pussy. She gave a shriek, which I enjoyed, and I started slowly thrusting her. Her breasts moved faster, and she was looking at me, not closing her eyes.

I started increasing my pace. Her shrieks got a little louder. That made me horny. I started biting her breasts, nipples, and shoulders. She was telling me not to, but I was enjoying it, and she wasn’t resisting. After around 20-25 minutes of medium-paced fucking and pausing, I decided to fuck her hard.

I shifted her legs from my shoulders and adjusted my position slightly. We were in the missionary position, but I adjusted the position slightly. Then I started fucking with a faster pace. Her breasts moved faster, and her shrieks got louder. My room was full of “pach pach pach” sounds.

The times were intoxicating, and we were doing it in full light. After around five minutes of crazy strong thrusts, I came and lay flat beside her, cuddling her.

Devanshi: Do you know how many times I orgasmed?

Me: (Honestly, I had no idea) How many times, babe?

Devanshi: I already had it twice, but I loved your rhythm, so I didn’t want to disturb you.

I kissed her forehead.

Devanshi: You never asked how Akash and I started the business.

Me: You are from the same place, right?

Devanshi: Yes, but he is my boyfriend.

Whoa! I was shocked. I knew Akash. It was feeling weird. I never date or try to have sex with a friend’s girlfriend. I was cheated. I started feeling guilty. But wait, Akash was neither my friend nor did I first know Akash. I got to know Devanshi first, and then I met Akash. So, it was okay.

I concentrated on Devanshi now, pretending to care.

Me: Whoa, you never told me.

Devanshi: You never asked me.

We giggled and kissed. We both were naked, and it was around 9 p.m. or something like that. She was thirsty, so she took her bottle out of her bag. I was shocked.

Me: Devanshi, you had the bottle and still chose to come to my place?

Devanshi giggled and winked. While giggling, we were sitting near, and she forced her breast into my mouth. I loved that. I started biting her again. I was getting hard again, and we planned for one more round. But then I thought to give her pleasure and went down on her, pushing my tongue inside her pussy.

She loved it and called out, “Sidd, oh baby.” I tasted her honey pot for quite some time. She was pushing my head more towards her pussy. I was hard, and she was also leaking, and time was also going by. So, I decided to fuck her one more time. But this time, I decided to drill her in doggy style.

I made her sit in a doggy position, and she raised her ass. I held her hair and went inside her pussy from the back. This was full-on energetic, and I fucked her big time. I rammed her literally for a continuous 15 minutes, and she was making pretty loud sounds.

I fucked her and cum inside the new condom. It was around 9:45 p.m., and we decided she had to leave. I booked and paid for her Uber. She lived pretty far away. She was getting ready while we kissed.

Then a person called her from the group, stating, “Hey Devanshi, you said you’d come, but where are you? We were waiting for you. We would leave by 11. It’s already 9:30.”

Devanshi: I’m so sorry; I actually had some work plans. I’m so sorry.

The guy: Oh ho, Devanshi, you should at least inform us. Anyway, take care.

We laughed a little while she winked at me. She went inside the Uber and went off. She left around 10:15 p.m. and reached around midnight. We were both tired, so she messaged me that she had reached, and we fell asleep.

The next day, we had some conversations.
Devanshi: You made me red all over my breasts. You know I’m fair. You should have been careful, Author.

Me: Are you sure you didn’t want my hickeys?

Devanshi: Hahaha.

Me: But what will you tell Akash, your boyfriend, whom you hid from me, lol?

Devanshi: Haha, I’ll create a fight and not meet him for the next 7-8 days.

My brain was a bit confused listening to this, as I have very little experience with relationships. However, somehow, our conversations decreased. We met one day, much later, in January 2020, but it was a very normal meeting. We met at a bar.

She wanted to marry Akash or something, so she didn’t want intimacy with me. I respected that. We ate good food and came back. We were connected on Instagram, so I saw she got married, and so on.

Now, I stated earlier that I would not have narrated this story, but I’ll reveal why I am. The reason is that just a few weeks ago when I started writing this story, she texted me and shared many things with me. She was in Pune. I was in Kolkata, but she wanted us to fuck badly.

She started sending me one-time-view nude videos of herself on WhatsApp. My tongue came out seeing those. I have been with married women, but she didn’t want intimacy with me last time because she was getting married. So, I asked her.

Me: I love your videos, but you are married, right?

Devanshi: Yes, Author, I’m married, but I still crave you, yearn for you, desire you. I want you in the most forbidden way. You have no idea how many times I have leaked between my legs in these six years, thinking about you inside me. I want us to have sex. I wanted us so much to have sex the last time we met at the bar. I resisted because I was in two minds. But you never initiated after one resistance. I want us to meet and fuck, Sidd.

I was hard of hearing this.

Devanshi: I am currently having an affair with my manager, and he provides me with financial benefits. I have been with other guys, but I never felt the same way as I do with you. The way you bit me, the way you held me while thrusting into me. I felt so complete when you were inside me.

I was happy, but somebody apart from me and her husband fucking her irked me. I thought she was sending those same videos to others as well. I never asked anyone to share private videos, but she initiated it herself, which I enjoyed.

To make sure she was doing it exclusively for me, I said.

Me: Devanshi, send your videos, but also call out my name.

She didn’t reply for 10 minutes, and I thought she didn’t like it. But after 10 minutes, I received many one-time-view videos. My God, she was calling out my name and fingering herself. I was fucking hard. We have decided to fuck once we meet since we are currently in different cities.

We haven’t decided on a date yet. But I would love to know from my readers how they felt about this narration. Should I proceed? I’m in two minds about it this time. If any woman wants to communicate with me, I’d be happy to do so and would be absolutely discreet.

Connect with me at my email: [email protected].

Hi, this is Mr. Anonymous here, from Mumbai, with a dick size of 6 inches and a thick one. I have been a regular reader of this site. This is a real incident that took place in my life. So, please have patience for the whole story, as this is not some quick build-up fantasy story. This is my first story here, so ignore the mistakes if any. So, lock and load, and enjoy…

So, let me introduce you to the main character of this story. Her name is Vaishwi. Her stats are 38, 36, 40. An absolute chubby beauty. She had milk-like skin. Not to exaggerate, but whatever she wears, her tight curves are always visible.

Now, coming to the story:

Every year, we visit our hometown during Dussehra to offer prayers at our local temple. This happened in 2023. Like every year, our whole family, cousins, and family friends set out for our hometown.

We reached our destination at around 10 am. Our hometown was at a traveling distance of 4 hours from the station. We had made prior bookings for the car, as during Dussehra, the bookings for cars are full. We had planned that we would pay a visit to the local temples nearby during the day and begin our travel during the evening.

I texted Vaishwi during the afternoon. We had random text and caught up with the latest updates of our lives. I was excited to see her and got flashbacks of my last session with her (let’s keep that for some other time), but I didn’t know how she would respond to my sudden intimate text after this long, as after our last session, we had limited chat. And we live far from each other, so we meet only on a few occasions. Thus, I decided to take it slow.

I jokingly texted her: “It’s so warm here in the afternoon; luckily, I had a shave before coming for the puja at the village.”

She was typing something. She asked me, “What kind of shave are you talking about?”

I replied, “Uhh, I was talking about my beard.”

We had this kind of naughty text until the evening. Soon, it was time to begin our journey towards our village. We had booked a 7-seater Innova. It was the six of us in the car: me, my mom, dad, and my brother, my dadi, and the driver.

As we were about to leave, Vaishwi’s father arrived out of nowhere and had a talk with my father. I don’t know what they were talking about. And suddenly, I saw Vaishwi heading towards our car with her luggage. My dad said that uncle hadn’t done any prior bookings, and now there were no cars available at this hour. So, he had asked my father to take Vaishwi with us. Uncle told us that he and his wife would manage and reach the village.

My happiness knew no bounds; I got excited. She joined me in the last seat of the Innova. Now, it was the driver and my father in the front seat, my dadi, mother, and my brother in the middle seats, and me and Vaishwi in the last seats. And the journey began.

I knew God was on my side. All of us had a family chat for some time while it started to turn dark. Due to the hectic train journey, everyone was tired, and due to the darkness, mostly everyone dozed off. I saw this as a chance. We talked for some time. Both of us could feel the tension, but we were shy to make the first move. I’m the kind of guy who asks for consent before making a sexual move. So, I texted her innocently: “How about some fun?”

She read it and nodded her head with a smile. She texted back: “Never in your life do you need to ask for my permission.”

I was on cloud nine, and it could be clearly seen through my bulge. Everyone in the car was asleep except my dad and the driver. I asked my dad to turn off the AC, as I was feeling cold. Dad asked me to take a blanket instead. This is exactly what I wanted to hear. I took a blanket and covered ourselves with it and acted as if asleep.

She rested her head on the seat, waiting for my move. Gradually, I placed my hands over her thighs and started rubbing them. I could literally feel her goosebumps while my hands moved towards her pussy. I rubbed her clit in a circular motion with my thumb. She was lost in deep ecstasy. While she was least expecting it, I let my finger inside her pussy in one go. She was hardly able to control her moans. Meanwhile, my other hand was exploring her boobs and pinching her nipples.

This was too much for her to handle, as she was having a man’s touch after a long time. She came within some time. Her face held a different glow and happiness. I told her it was time to repay me. She loosened my tracks and let her hand in while circling her fingers over the head of my dick; she was teasing me. I gave her a death stare, and she giggled like a small kid.

Suddenly, she whispered: “Do you want a BJ?”

Never in my life had I experienced a BJ. I happily agreed. I acted as if I woke up and sat straight on the seat. Vaishwi acted as if she was now sleeping and got under the blanket. She took out my dick and wrapped her lips around it. Oh, my God! That warm feeling!

She played with my balls and gradually increased the speed. I just wasn’t able to control my expression due to the pleasure. Just imagining having sex while being around my family, this feeling made me more horny. After almost 15 minutes of her hard work, she got her reward. I let out a huge load. We both smiled at each other, satisfied with what we just did. We both slept peacefully after such a risky sex session.

End of part 1.

In the next part, I’ll explain how we fucked at our village house while my brother and dadi were sleeping around.

Review will be appreciated. Feel free to contact me at [email protected]. Privacy is a must.

Hello everyone. My name is Sujata. I am a 55-year-old Marathi female with stats 36DD-34-36 and an apple-shaped ass from Mumbai. I am married to a husband who is older than me and have a son, Vijay, who is 31.

I was introduced to this platform and read a lot of incest mother-son stories and loved to see a lot of like-minded people here. So here I am, getting my story posted through the author and now friend. This is my story of how my son got me into an extra-marital affair and made me a cock sucking whore at this age.

Let us begin.

Vijay worked in IT and primarily from home. I was married to my husband, who is a decade older than me, when I was 21. We had Vijay three years into our marriage. We had our differences due to the age gap. But after his retirement, all we did was quarrel every day.

He would not bother much about me, and he would be away, tending to the fields among the natives. He worked as a government bus driver, so we were not very well off either. I was an orthodox lady who liked to be trendy. I had no friends and was completely tied to my family.

Sarees were the general attire outside, and those gowns called maxi were worn at home. Like everyone else, COVID made a significant change in our lives too. The fights between us were unbearable and pissed Vijay a lot, resulting in some big fights.

Ever since the restrictions were lifted, my husband would spend most of his time with the natives and ignore me completely. Vijay started spending more time with me to help me get over this. In the process, we both started to become like “girlfriends”, gossiping and sharing everything.

He encouraged me to join the gym with him, focusing on my health and helping me tone my body. My body, which had flaps, was reduced to having them in the right areas. He got me to start wearing kurtas and leggings. He bought me kurtas that had side cuts from the hip.

My legs were toned, and so did my ass. They looked sexy in those leggings as he made me do all the exercise just for them. I made some friends in the gym and would sometimes hang out with them. One day, since he had a meeting, I went to the gym alone.

There, I heard the gossip about a lady older than me having an affair with the trainer. Gossip went to topics of sex between them, then menopause and so forth. I came back home and shared this with Vijay. We talked about it, and even he was surprised about the lady.

But that thought kept running in my head. That night, at dinner, I brought up that topic again with Vijay, and he was okay with it. He told me how it is beneficial to women to keep having sex to improve their health and lifestyle. He even sent me a video podcast of a lady talking about it.

That night, watching that podcast led me to her OnlyFans page. I subscribed to it out of curiosity to watch her lifestyle sex videos of fucking her bf in the kitchen, pool, car, malls etc. That night, I felt excited down there.

The next morning, I discussed it with Vijay. Looking at my enthusiasm and shock, he made a statement:

Vijay: “Tu ka nahi vichar karat konala date karayla?” (Why don’t you think of dating someone?)

Me: “Veda jhalas ka tu? Mi married aahe, and mulaat kon mala hya vayaat date karnar India madhye? Ithe he sagla nahi chalat.” ( Are you mad? I am married, and who is going to date me at this age here? It doesn’t work in our society.)

He then showed me other accounts that were of Indian ladies of my age and older than me dating and even posting their naked sex videos online. He showed me an app’s data. Many people of my age were doing this, and he also showed me the data.

I was shocked to see this. But I kept thinking about it. We both got busy with work. After my bath, when I checked my curves in the mirror, I wondered if any man would like this figure. At lunch, I again brought up the topic and reiterated it.

This time, Vijay supported me and convinced me to give it a try without worrying about my husband. He registered me on a dating app. When it was time to upload the photos, he didn’t want to upload the photos of my saree. So he made me wear the tightest kurta that showed my curves and black leggings.

He took a few photos before uploading them to my account. I was excited, too. That very night, I got a message on the app. He started praising my beauty, calling me sexy and hot. I blushed at it first, and he kept flirting with me. We chatted for an hour, and he asked me to meet him.

I didn’t respond after that and went to sleep. The next morning, I showed it to Vijay, and he had a smile on his face. He encouraged me to go and meet him. I was a bit hesitant at first.

Vijay: “Barr chal mi yeto tujhya barobar. Mhanje mi kay tumchya madhye nahi basnar aahe. Pan mi asel aju bajula mhanje tula ghabraychi garaj nahi.” (Okay, let’s do this. Let me come with you. I will not be with you both, but I will be there in the background.)

He messaged him, and we had decided to meet for dinner that night. Vijay asked me to get ready and wear something nice. That night, I met my date, Jitesh. He was also in his 50s, with a little grey hair, a masculine appearance, a slight tummy, and a charismatic personality.

We both introduced ourselves and got to know each other, including what we did and our backgrounds. That is when I found out he was wealthy and divorced. He was hooked on a prostitute early in his life. She loved him, and to keep him close, she arranged for her daughter to marry him.

Both mother and daughter fucked with him and made him their pimps. Looking at the money he was making and the sex he was getting, he became a full-time pimp and earned money by making them sleep with high-end clients.

Being a Gujarati, he made the most out of it and earned high contacts and money, securing himself. Since he never had a great attachment with his wife, he divorced her when she wanted to become a sheikh’s whore. He sold her for a good amount of money.

He did not have kids, was sexually very active, and would indulge in financing and editing films. He was straightforward, and I was shocked to hear all this. He had left all of this years ago and had started a restaurant business. He was alone and was looking for a companion rather than a hook-up.

I told him about my life and that I am married. I am in this because my son insisted and wanted my happiness more than societal norms. He was impressed by that. He made the environment lighter and flirted with me as well. His eyes were devouring my curves, and I found it creepy.

It was my first experience, and I wasn’t accustomed to it. The date ended, and he insisted on dropping me, but I politely refused and said I had booked a cab. My son brought the car as a cab driver, and we left. On the way, we discussed it, and my son calmed me down, saying, “What’s the big deal?”

I have already done those things and delivered him, and he wants me to date a man to enjoy the love, attention, and sex, too, if it comes with it. He wants me to live my life now. I was initially shocked by his bluntness. But then, after a casual thought, I was moved by how much he thinks about others’ happiness.

I carried on the dating site and met three other men. It was clear to me by then that the men here wanted to re-live the romantic and erotic phase of touch, kiss, etc. But none of them were as smart as Jitesh. I discussed these dates with Vijay. After the 4th one, I told him that I wanted to talk to Jitesh again.

I searched for his account again but couldn’t find it. Then, I checked my WhatsApp and found his number. I messaged him at first; he responded the next day, and since then, the talks have started. He was away for a film shoot. We continued chatting for a week and agreed to meet on the weekend.

I wanted to woo him a little, so I told Vijay about it. He took me to a salon for a full-body wax and a transformation. Then we went to get some nice kurtas, and he made me try on a deep-neck spaghetti one. It looked sexy when I tried it, but the bra strap was visible.

Meanwhile, the store lady knocked at the door. She got me a front hook strapless push-up bra and asked me to wear it underneath the kurta. Now, it not only showed my cleavage but more than that.

Vijay insisted that I buy those with thin leggings, like stockings. They showed my thighs and even my panties. He got me the bra panty set.

On the weekend, I was dressed in those, with a thong panty inside, so my ass could be seen in the night. Jitesh has a sparkle in his eyes as he watches my body language and greets me. He was ogling me all the time, and I even liked the attention. He even pointed to his hard-on.

At the end of the date, he hugged me. After that day, we met often, and I acquired more such dresses, which gave him a good show. Hugs transformed into touches, hand-holding, and raising the heat. And sometimes Vijay would be around for safety.

But this was on and off. I lost track of whether he was around or not. I behaved freely with Jitesh, who had started wandering his hands over my curves, and I even let him. One night, we were at a lounge for dinner and were drinking. I had started drinking with him.

It was dim in there, and his hands were moving on my thighs. I was getting wet there below. Our faces were close, and I could feel his breath. The alcohol intoxicated me. I leaned forward and kissed him. A peck turned into a full-blown kiss, and it went on for a few minutes.

We looked at each other and smiled. He went to the washroom after that. That’s when I turned and realised my grown son was watching me kiss my man. He gave me a smile and a nod, and that relaxed me a bit. But since then, we have kissed on every date.

By the end of the week, it had turned into just a kiss date. I enjoyed the flirting and teenage romance that was happening. He went out for a film shoot again for a week, and all we did was chat. He also sent photos of his after-work party. That made me a bit jealous.

He had his arms around a woman who was dressed in a one-piece showing great cleavage and some portion of boobs, some wearing short dresses, short skirts, and gowns that had slit from the hip, showing off their legs. I showed it to Vijay, and he calmed me down, saying that’s how it is in the film industry.

So he liked it when I showed him some skin. We were going to meet again on Friday night. Vijay had ordered me a skirt with a cut from the sides and a Spaghetti top over it. When I sat, my whole leg would be seen, and the top showed ample cleavage.

Since I was not comfortable, Vijay accompanied me and looking at me, Jitesh was hard down there. We were again in a dimly lit lounge, and Jitesh was devouring my thick naked thighs now. He was getting hard down there, and I was trying to seduce him more.

I put my hand on his crotch, and his cock twitched. We looked at each other and just started kissing like wild lovers. I was again taken over by lust and alcohol and kissed him for a good ten minutes, and we stopped reluctantly. We both wanted more, so he paid off quickly.

We gulped our drinks and moved to his car’s back seat, where we kissed like lovers in heat. We both were hot. His hand wandered on my thighs at first as our tongues fought with each other. Soon it moved to my boobs and pressed them over the top.

He took my hand and put on his hard dick while his hand was inside my top, mauling my boobs. He kissed me on the neck and shoulders while pressing my boobs and even I had started stroking his cock over his pants. It was as hard as a rock. He undid his pants.

He pulled his 6-inch cock out and gave it into my hand as we looked at each other with lust now. We kissed again, and he started pulling my top up as I stroked his cock. I removed my top and bra, and he pounced on my boobs, sucking them and biting them like a hungry kid. His cock was too hard now.

Jinesh: “ Kya boobs hai tumhare. Aaah. Dekh kitna kadak hogaya hai woh.” (What boobs you have, look how hard he has become). Aah, Muh main to lo use. (C’mon suck my dick)

I was hypnotized, and I bent down and started sucking his cock. I was doing it for the first time, and hearing him moan made me feel that I was doing it correctly. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes while he pressed my boobs. He released his cum on my face.

I had my orgasm, too, and we both were sitting there panting and sweaty. We were kissing again. He was sucking my tits when my eyes went to the car in the front. I saw Vijay watching his mom naked, sucking a man’s cock. I stopped him as it was risky, got dressed, and he dropped me home.

On the way, I was a bit tense about what Vijay would think. But at the same time, horny with Jitesh’s hands moving near my crotch. He slid my thongs on the side and started playing with my clit. I felt in heaven. I opened my legs, pulled my pants aside and let him have free access.

He was amazed at my wetness, and soon he inserted his two fingers in my tight pussy. All this was happening as we drove, and I was getting mad. My left hand was pressing my boob as he increased his speed. In a couple of minutes, I released on his hand.

He licked his fingers in front of me. We reached my building and parked in the alley. I kissed him again for good, for about 5 minutes, and then went up.

What happened next will be revealed in the next part.

Hey Friends. I’m Arun. I’m 20 years old. I’m here to share with you the sixth part of my two-day live-in relationship with my sultry schoolteacher, Maya Iyer.

So, to continue with it, I lay on the bed, dead tired. Maya got down from the bed on the other side. She started to stretch herself just like how we do after waking up from sleep. Stretching herself, she turned towards me and gave a broad smile at. She then said in a tired tone, “Oh my god. It feels so good.”

She was still looking so yummy to me after two back-to-back intercourses. I also slowly got out of bed. Maya was still smiling at me from the other side of the bed. I maintained eye contact with her and walked towards her. She also took a few steps forward. We got close to each other right in front of the bed.

She placed her palms on my shoulder, pulled me closer and hugged me. I also hugged her tight, pressing my chest hard against her juicy bust. She was still glowing in that dim night lamp beside the bed.

We slowly loosened the hug but did not move completely aside. With our faces right in front of each other, Maya gazed at my lips and said, “I can’t thank you enough. This is the first time I’ve had an orgasm during intercourse. Of course, you have given me orgasms by licking my pussy, fingering it and licking my navel. But orgasm during sex is a never-before experience for me.”

I replied to her, “The pleasure was mutual, babe.”

She nodded her head in agreement with a smile and said, “Ya true. But I’m so impressed with your stamina and endurance. It was a long and intense sex. I never expected you to hold on for so long. You guys normally ejaculate in a few seconds and doze off with a smile, thinking it was satisfactory intercourse.”

“We women, on the other hand, doze off with cravings or help ourselves after that. I’ve never had an orgasm with my husband. And with you, though you have given me orgasms quite a few times in the last 2 years, this is the first time I’ve experienced it during sex.”

I told myself that the reason behind the longer duration of intercourse was that I had just ejaculated. But if I get horny again within a few minutes of the first ejaculation, it takes a longer time to ejaculate again. I was not sure if Maya was aware of this or if she was still floating in ecstasy that she did not realise it.

But then I quickly shook myself and came out of my mind voice. I replied to Maya in the same lines as her words, “Anything for you, baby. If you say yes, I’m ready to carry you to the other bedroom right now, and we can mess up that bed as well.”

Actually, I had no energy even to lift her. Maya laughed out and, with her eyebrows raised, told me, “You are unbelievable. Seriously. I can’t imagine a guy with so much hunger for sex.” I quickly cut her short and said, “How will the hunger recede if the woman in front of him is Maya Iyer.”

Maya chuckled and said, “Thanks for the compliments, but I’m tired. I’m hungry for food, not sex, and I need to clean myself up. I don’t know which one of these 3 to prioritise as I want all of them right now. So, please park your sexual feelings for me for a while.”

I said, “Ok,” and we gently sucked each other’s lips for a couple of times. Maya then opened the washroom door. I quickly jumped in and asked, “We’ll have a shower together?” She said, “I would love to, but seriously, I’m not going for a full shower. Just clean up and have something to eat. So hungry, dear.”

I said, “Ok”. I went to the other bathroom and cleaned myself up, especially my abdomen. It was so sticky after bathing in her orgasm juice. After freshening up, I wrapped myself up in a towel and came out. The house was completely dark when I went into the bathroom.

However, it was fully lit when I arrived. Maya was in the kitchen. She also had a towel wrapped around her bust. She was boiling milk and had biscuits. I went into the kitchen. I rubbed her buttocks over the towel as I passed her and stood next to her.

Maya turned and looked at me. With a staring smile, she taunted a kiss at. I gave a kiss back to her. She said she’d prepare tea for both of us. She gave me the biscuit packet and asked me to take it to the dining table and wait there. In the next 10 minutes, she brought us tea.

As we had tea, Maya mentioned that there was some batter in the refrigerator, and she would prepare dosas for dinner. I agreed. We finished our tea with some feet fighting under the dining table. It was about 7:20 pm. Our eyes were closing forcefully as both of us were dead tired.

Maya said, “She’ll prepare dosa after an hour and rested her head on the dining table. I went back to the sofa and dozed off. I was fast asleep. After some time, Maya woke me up. I got up with a jerk as if my eyes suddenly opened after a bad dream.

It was 9:45 pm. I had dozed off for over 2 hours and heard nothing around until Maya shook me awake. As I opened my eyes and looked around, Maya stood in front of the sofa and said, “Dosa is ready. We’ll finish dinner?” She was still wrapped in the same rose-coloured turkey towel.

Seeing her juicy thighs right in front of my face, I could not control myself. I quickly grabbed her thighs and started kissing her inner thighs. But Maya quickly stopped me by grabbing the hair on my head. She lifted my head and, by pointing to the dining table, said, “Dinner first.”

Then, by pointing to her, she said, “Dessert next.” I stared at her for a couple of seconds. Maya giggled and asked, “What? You only called me the spiciest dessert you have ever had, right?”

I slowly got up and, by giving her a stare, started walking towards the dining table by murmuring, “I should have called you my starter. My mistake.” Maya laughed out loud and escorted me to the dining table by hugging me from behind.

She had prepared dosa with two chutneys – coconut and tomato, and they were yummy. We finished our dinner at about 10:15 pm. I cleaned my plate in the sink and dropped it in the kitchen sink. This time, I got up first, and Maya followed me into the kitchen.

I took her plate from her and dropped it in the sink. Without allowing her to step back, I held her hand and pulled her closer. I rolled my arms around her waist over the towel. Maya rolled her arms around my neck. We gazed at each other’s lips closely. In no time, we locked our lips and started smooching sloppily.

After a few seconds of sensual smooching, we paused for a bit. Still gazing at my lips, Maya nodded her head up and asked, “What?” I said, “Dessert time?” She opened her eyes wide and asked, “Seriously? You have the strength to have sex after all those intense hours we spent in bed this evening?”

I said, “Just tell me which room you want me to take you to. I’m all fired up.”

Maya raised her eyebrows and said, “Just some time back, you were actually sleeping like a dead guy with your mouth wide open. And now you want me to spread my legs for you? I’m actually so tired that I want to doze off tonight. What do you say?”

I replied, “Let’s do one thing. We’ll have a shower together. It’ll freshen us up, and then we’ll rock and roll on the bed. What do you say now?” Saying that, I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows at her a couple of times.

Maya gave a staring smile at me and said, “If I say no to this, are you going to listen to me? You will come up with something else anyway. Let’s do as you wish.”

I tightened the hug and whispered to her, “Which room?” She whispered back with a smile, “My room or rather our room since you have been my live-in husband since yesterday.” Telling her, “That’s my baby.”

I lifted her, resting her belly on my left shoulder. Her head was hanging behind me, and her lower body was hanging in front of me. Her bedroom was just beside the kitchen. So, I came out of the kitchen and took a U-turn to my right.

As I got into the bedroom, I randomly jammed my palms on the switchboard. I managed to switch on the two orange lights on the walls on either side of the room. I then opened the washroom, switched on the tube light and carried Maya inside.

I landed her inside the bathroom, making her stand under the shower. We hugged each other tight. I rolled my arms around her waist over the towel. Maya rolled her arms around my neck. We opened our mouths wide in lust and started smooching lavishly by sucking each other’s tongue and lips passionately.

We kissed hard for a while. I pushed her behind with her back resting on the wall as I literally drank her saliva from her lips and tongue. After some intense smooching, we paused, kissing and withdrawing our tongues from each other’s mouths with a heavy breath.

Our saliva was forming a bridge between our lips. I sucked her lower lips to drink that drop of saliva too. Our bodies were moist yet again. With a heavy breath, Maya told me, “In the last 30 hours or so, you have made me sweat way more than I would have sweated in the last 1 year.”

I replied to her sarcastically, saying, “I’m proud of it.” Maya giggled and slapped my face gently. I looked down at her bust and again looked up at her face. I told her, “Time to have some milk.” Maya understood where I was getting to and said, “Hard luck, but anyway, go on and try your luck.”

I untied her towel from her bust, removed it and threw it at the entrance of the bathroom. I removed my towel as well and threw it over her towel at the entrance. Both of us were fully nude. I rolled one of my arms around her waist and grabbed her boobs.

Looking at her face, I engulfed her boobs into my mouth. I then sucked her hard fat nipples gently. Biting her lips, Maya placed one hand on my head and the other hand on my shoulder. I squeezed her boobs hard and massaged her nipples with my teeth and tongue.

Maya moaned gently as I bit and sucked her nipples. I went on to engulf her mammae and bit her soft spongy boobs just beside her mammae. Maya gasped as I chewed her soft fleshy boobs and left it reddish pink. I plunged my face into her bust between her boobs.

Kissing her bust, I targeted her other boobs. I grabbed her right boobs. I crushed her boobs with my hand and squeezed her hard right nipple between my forefinger and thumb. Maya was looking down at me with her eyes half-open. Again, looking up at her face, I engulfed her right mamme into my mouth.

My lust peaked as I crushed her spongy right boobs and chewed her hard nipples. I sucked her left nipple passionately, but I got rough with her right nipple. I started biting her nipples so hard that Maya started to scream out loud, grabbing the hair on my head tightly. But she did not stop me.

After rumbling hard with her boobs, I slowly withdrew my mouth and my hand from her boobs. I was stunned to see her bust was totally red when I finished sucking her boobs. I looked up at her face and told her, “Oh god. I busted your bust, babe.”

She whispered with a heavy breath, “You almost sucked my blood out of my nipples. No wonder I’m red now.” I went up to her face. Placing my hand on the tap, I asked her, “Time to get wet?” Maya replied, “I’m already so wet.” I slid my fingers slowly between her legs.

Maya opened her legs up, allowing my fingers inside. Her pussy was so soggy. Telling her, “I will dry the wetness between your legs soon”, I opened the shower tap. This time, we got really wet, with water flowing from our heads to our toes.

We hugged each other tightly, with my hands wrapped around her bust and her arms around my neck. I was lost in ecstasy, experiencing the heat of her body and the chill of the cold water from the shower at the same time. I was so engrossed in that hug that I wanted to stay that way for the rest of my life.

Feeling Maya’s body has always been a pleasure, but this wet, hot hug was at a different level. We had our chins on each other’s shoulders as we enjoyed bathing. My dick stood up and started molesting her rough abdomen during the hug.

My hard dick started rubbing against her abdomen. Maya started to bite my shoulder. I kissed her cheek and sucked the soft lower end of her ears. We slowly brought our faces to the front with our noses rubbing against each other. With our faces tilted in the opposite direction a little, we opened our mouths.

We kissed lavishly and so passionately, standing under the shower. Both of us hugged each other so tightly that it seemed we had been welded together. After some deep and smoking kisses, we pulled our tongues and lips from each other’s mouths.

We were breathing heavily. But we continued with a tight hug under the shower. Gazing at her lips at a close range and taking my breath back, I whispered to her, “I’m loving this wet and hot hug.” Maya replied, “Me too. But it seems your little brother is getting restless down there.”

I said, “Yes, he wants a tongue and lip massage from my sultry teacher. Could you do the honours, please?” With a smile on her face and her eyes fluttering with the shower water pouring down on us, Maya slowly released her clutches from around my neck.

By whispering to me, “You and your little brother are hungry 24×7. I’m so amazed by that. You should have been born 15 years earlier, and I should have married you. My life would have been heaven on earth.”

I kissed her and said, “I wish the same. If I get a wife like you, I won’t sleep at night and neither during the day.” Maya gave a kiss. Holding my waist, she turned me around. We changed sides with my back facing the wall. I was in no mood to end the hug.

But then Maya asked me, “Do you expect me to give you a blowjob by standing here?”

I told her, “Just a few more seconds, babe. I’m loving this wet and hot hug with you.” With tight lips, Maya hugged me back. After a few seconds, I slowly released my clutches from Maya’s bust, allowing her spongy bust, crushed flat against my chest, to balloon up again.

As I released my clutches on her, I whispered to her, “Ok, you can enjoy your lollipop now.” Maya chuckled and said, “Yes, I truly love this dark lollipop with a tinge of strawberry mixed with it.” Saying that she went down on her knees.

Maya grabbed my dick, and by stroking it a couple of times, she started talking to my dick. She asked my dick, “Why are you always jumping up and so excited?”

I replied to Maya on behalf of my dick, “He is saying it’s all because of Maya Iyer. Why is she so electrifyingly hot that she always makes me stand up hungry rather than rest down peacefully?”

Maya kissed the head of my dick and whispered to it, “I love you to the moon and back, just like I love your elder brother. Keep up your good work.”

I again replied on behalf of my dick, saying, “He says you keep oiling me with your saliva and greasing me with your pussy juice. I will keep oiling your pussy and creaming your pussy in return.” She looked up at me and kissed the top of my dick, and licked the dick hole.

The inner flesh of my dick was always out of my foreskin for the last 1.5 days. There was no opportunity for my foreskin to engulf the inner flesh of my dick into it since the time I entered Maya’s house. She then kissed the head of my dick, sticking her wet lips over it.

She wasted no time in taking my dick inside her mouth. With about half my dick inside her mouth, she started giving me a blowjob by sucking and licking my dick. She even scratched my dick with both her upper and lower teeth. Holding both my thighs, she started to mouth fuck my dick intensely.

After some hot and intense blowjob, Maya pulled her mouth off my dick, leaving her saliva to drip down from it.

She then lifted my dick and engulfed my balls in her mouth. I loved everything from the hug to the smooch to the blowjob. It was much more pleasurable under the shower than going through it normally. The cold water counterbalanced the heat of those intimate moments.

My lust was hitting the roof as she continued sucking my balls by stroking my dick. I got so desperate for sex that I tucked my fingers into her armpits and lifted her. Turning her around, I made her stand under the shower with her back sticking to the wall.

Pressing my chest over her spongy breasts, I grabbed and squeezed her fleshy buttocks. In no time, we locked our lips. Maya placed one hand on my cheek and continued stroking my hard dick as we kissed passionately. I got too horny and wanted to fuck her hard without wasting any time further.

I slapped her buttocks a couple of times. I then grabbed her left thigh and lifted her left leg, opening up the gates between her legs. I bent my knees down a little, plucked my dick out from Maya’s hand and rubbed it over her pussy lips. Maya had her left leg up in the air with her feet over my right knee.

Sticking my dick into her tiny wrinkled hole at the bottom of her pussy, I injected my hard rod inside her. Maya gasped out loud as I penetrated the head of my dick from down in an upward direction into her pussy. Her feet slowly slipped behind my legs as we got closer, pushing my dick further inside her.

I managed to penetrate deep inside her with about three-fourths of my dick inside her pussy. I felt I would not survive even a few seconds of this intercourse. Additionally, the shower continued its counterbalancing job. Maya hugged me and wrapped her leg around my thighs.

I fucked her hard by moving my dick upwards inside her pussy. We had our chins placed on each other’s shoulders. Maya kept moaning louder and louder with every passing second as I crushed her pussy from underneath. I survived longer than I expected.

Before I could drain my dick inside Maya, the water stopped from the shower. We continued our intense intercourse in the bathroom for a few seconds after that. Rubbing her cheeks over mine, with a heavy breath, Maya whispered, “Fuck, the tank has drained.”

Not stopping the intercourse, I whispered back, “Then let’s go inside.” Saying that, I grabbed her right thigh and lifted her leg. Maya quickly responded by climbing onto my waist. She wrapped both her legs around my waist with my dick deep inside her pussy.

I carried her out of the bathroom and took her to the bed. I climbed onto the bed on my knees, carrying Maya on my waist. As I tried to make her lie down, Maya resisted, and we ended up sitting at the centre of the bed. We rolled our legs around each other and got into a lotus position.

Without a break in our intercourse, we hugged each other tightly and continued having sex with each other. Maya started rotating her waist. My dick was fully immersed inside her wet hot and sticky pussy. Fucking me by grinding my dick inside her tight pussy, Maya grabbed the hair on my head.

She stuck her tongue out and kissed me sloppily. I hugged her tight around her bust by sucking her juicy lips and tongue. In a few seconds, I felt that strong tickling sensation running through the length of my dick again. Placing one of my hands on her head and pressing her lips hard against my lips, I grunted.

I splashed my cum in multiple instalments deep inside her pussy. As I finished ejaculation, we slowly moved our upper bodies back from each other. We were breathing so heavily. Our bodies were drenched with a combination of sweat and water.

Maya pulled her pussy out from my softened dick by dragging her buttocks back on the bed.

I thought it would be close to midnight. However, it was already 1:10 am on June 2, 2024. We lay down on the bed beside each other, tangling our fingers and smiling at each other.

So, friends, this was the sixth part of my two-day live-in relationship with my school physics teacher, Maya Iyer. I shall continue this story in the 7th and final part.

Please let me know your feedback about doing kinky, dirty stuff with her at her house when her husband was away. You could also write to me at my email address: [email protected].

Hello readers, hope aapko ab tak ki meri story pasand aayi ho. Main janta hu ki story bahut lambi ho rahi hai aur parts bahut late aa rahe hain. I am trying my best to deliver you the stories as fast as possible bina quality compromise kiye.

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So jaise maine bataya, mere stepmom ke saath first time sex karke main puri tarah se thak gaya tha aur unke saath hi so gaya. Jab shaam ko utha toh dekha maa mere bagal mein leti thi. Meri najar time pe gayi toh pata chala ki didi ke aane ka samay ho gaya tha. Main fatak se utha aur maa ko jagaya. Toh mujhe dekhkar voh smile karne lagi aur mujhe pakad kar apni taraf khichne lagi.

Maine maa ko bataya ki didi kabhi bhi aati hi hogi, toh voh udaas ho gayi. Mujhe unse unki udaasi dekhi nahi gayi. Maine unke gaal pe kiss kiya aur bola, “Maa, I love you, par didi aa jayegi toh dikkat ho jayegi.”

Voh mujhe dekhkar smile karne lagi. Unki smile dekhte hi mujhe pata nahi kya hua. Bina lipstick ke bhi unke lips shine kar rahe the; unke lips mote hain aur dark pink hain. Umar ke saath thodi daraarein hain par softness aisi jo kisi bhi young ladki ko maat de de. Mujhse raha nahi gaya. Maine unhe ek jordaar kiss kiya aur unke lips ko suck karne laga.

Maa bhi mera saath de rahi thi aur mujhe pakad kar apne taraf khichne lagi. Hum dono nange hi the, humari body ek dusre se chipak gaye the jaise koi chumbak. Main unke muhh me apne jeebh ko ghused raha tha, jisse voh chusss rahi thi. Tabhi unhone mujhse kaha, “Mujhe kuch farak nahi padta ab beta, ab sirf main teri hu. Mujhe humesha aise hi pyaar karna.”

Main maa ko firse chodna chahta tha, par didi kabhi bhi aa sakti thi. Maine kaha “Maa, di aa jayegi toh dikkat ho jayegi. Ab main humesha tumhe aise hi pyaar karunga, par abhi hume rukna hoga.”

Itna sunte hi maa ne mere lund ko pakada aur apne chut par set kiya, aur kaha, “Ek baar aur, tab tak mujhe tera lund de de.”

Main samajh gaya ab kya karna hai. Maine apna khada lund maa ke chut me ek hi baar me daal diya aur jor jor se unhe missionary position me chodne laga. Unhe bahut maja aa raha tha; voh toh jaise saatve aasman pe thi.

Apni haatho se voh mujhe kash ke pakad chuki thi aur mujhe apne bahon me jakad ja rahi thi. Jaise jaise main unko chodta, unki aankhein chad jati aur muhhh se lambi ‘aaah’ nikalti. Main bhi josh me tha; puri tarah se unhone apne paero se mujhe jakad liya tha. Main apni puri takat se unhe chod raha tha. Pehle wo round me mera dum nikal gaya tha.

Main apne haatho se maa ke hoth ko ragad raha tha aur bich bich me unhe kiss karta. Voh bhi apne nakhuno ko mere pith me ghusa rahi thi. Hum dono ab vasna ki charam me pahuch chuke the aur ek dusre ko janwaro ki tarah pyaar kar rahe the. Pure room me sirf humare chodne ki aawajein aur maa ki vasna bhari aaahein gunj rahi thi.

Tabhi meri body jakadne lagi aur main bhut jor se jhaddd gaya aur mere pura maal maa ki chut me bhut andar chala gaya.

Mere garam virya se jaise mere maa ki chut ki rass ki nadi bhi tut padi aur voh bhi mujhe jor se pakad kar ussi samay jhadd gayi.

Ab hum dono ke sharir me sirf bhari bhari saanse bachi thi. Main jaise aate ke bori ki tarah ludak kar maa ke baju me gir gaya. Mere maa ke sharir se utarte hi unki body ko jaise aajadi mil gayi aur voh bhi bhari saansein lete huye padi rahi. Hum dono nange paseene se latpat the. Aise chudai toh maine di ke saath bhi nahi ki thi. Aaj pehli baar chudai karke main thaka tha. 5 min hue hi the ki darwaje ki ghanti baji. Didi kaam se aa gayi thi.

Jhatt se main utha, apne kapde pehne, aur maa ko unko room me bheja. Apne room ki darwaje ko band karte hue maa ne mujhe aise dekha jaisa voh mujhse dur hona hi nahi chahti ho.

Maine darwaja khola toh didi khadi thi. Jaise maine aapko previous story me bataya tha ki maine unki jabardasti rough chudai kar di thi toh voh mujhse naraj thi. But aaj subah se unhone mujhe messages bheje the ‘sorry’ vagera jo maine maa ke saath chudai ke chakkar me padhe hi nahi the.

Jab maa nahi thi tab hum roz darwaza khulte hi chalu ho jate. Aaj bhi didi ne socha ki unko dekhke main excited rahunga aur aaj raat ko humare room me hum mast chudai ka raas rachenge. But aaj main ek dam thaka hua tha. Darwaza kholke main didi ke liye ruka bhi nahi aur aake sidha apne room me let gaya. Didi mere piche piche aayi aur darwaza band kar ke mere saamne kapde utarne lagi. Unhone apna top utarkar masti me mere muhh pe feka aur mujhe dekhkar boli-

Di – Kaisa hai mera babu… aaj nahi behan ki chudai karega??

Maine top apne muh se hatakar side kar diya aur bola, “Di, mujhe sone do… aaj bhut thak gaya hu.”

Di ko laga shayad main unse gussa hu kyunki voh mujhse baat nahi kar rahi thi. Toh unhone apna panty pe apni ungli rkhi aur usse apne chut me ghusaya. Fir apni panty nikal kar mere paas aakar mere muh pe fer kar boli, “Aaj iss chut ko cutie doggy nahi chatega kya fir??”

Main unhe bata bhi nahi sakta ki aaj iss kutte ka damm unse badi kutiya ne nikal diya hai. Maine di ko hataya aur bola, “Please mujhe sone do.”

Ab di ko mujhpar bhut gussa bhi aaya aur niraash bhi ho gyi. Jisse main do din pehle tak sehjadi ke tarah rkha tha aur gulam ki tarah piche piche ghumta tha, aaj main usse thik se baat bhi nahi kar raha tha.

Dosto, please aap aisa kisi ladki ke saath mat karna. Main uss samay bewakoof tha, itni samjh nahi thi.

Di ne apna night dress pehna aur hall me jake TV dekhne lagi. Thodi der me maa room se nikli; unki bhi halat aaj patli thi. Saalo baad aisi jordaar thukai jo hui thi unki. Unhone didi se kaha ki unki tabiyat thik nahi; khana bahar se order kar le, kyunki meri maa sauteli hai didi aur unki kabhi utni jami nahi hai. Didi already gusse me thi, but unhone maa se kuch kaha nahi. Apne hisab se apna khana order kar ke khaake room me aayi, jaha main already kumbh karan ki tarah soya tha.

Mujhe aise dekhke di ek dam mayoos ho gyi, aur chup chap se apne bed pe jakar let gyi. Raat ko voh umeed kar rahi thi ki shayad main uthke unke bistar me jaun, par aisa kuch nahi hua.

Apne agle part me main aapko bataunga kaise mere aur didi ke rishto ne naye anubhav liye aur maa aur meri chudai ke vajah se hum teeno ke rishto kaise badle.

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It was a year ago. I used to visit the old ancestral village to live on my large farmhouse property and stay there for a few days. Sometimes, my husband and I would go there together, but this time I visited alone.

I liked to spend time there in our big farmhouse. My husband has less time, so he quickly returns to the city. There is an old retired barber living in my village whose name is Ramesh.

My name is Nargis. I am 46 years old, with a wheatish complexion. I am 5’9 “in height. I am a fair, pretty, curvy, tall woman with a body figure of 38D-32-40 with a wide back, broad shoulders and a round curvy ass.

Even at this age, I am quite hungry for sex, and I like to experiment a lot.  So this is about an incident of my massage and pleasure with a retired servant of my family. He’s 68 and slim, yet still fit and fine. He lives alone in our village, and his son works in a distant city. His wife is no more.

One of my elder cousins told me that he’s an expert in massage, including deep, intimate massages like happy endings. At first, I didn’t believe him. But after inquiring with the old servant, I was confirmed. From my cousin, I heard a lot of praise for Ramesh Uncle’s massage.

I shyly asked him to give me a back massage. He said, “Ok, I will do it,” and I agreed to pay his fees. I told my Uncle not to tell my husband anything. He agreed. He was wearing a white dhoti kurta. He locked his home and went to mine. I asked him to enter from the back door.

I met him when no one was home. I asked him to massage me secretly, and he agreed. On that winter evening, a dark silence spread in the village. I had no fear of Ramesh Uncle because I knew him, and he told me not to worry about him. He has erection problems in old age, and he won’t be able to do anything.

He entered silently from the back door. He smelled nice, like freshly bathed. We went inside the room. We sat there, and he gave details about the massage. He agreed to first massage my legs, shoulders and back. The light was dim there. I gave him a thin cotton mattress.

He spread it on the floor below. Facing him in the corner of the room, I took off my saree, blouse, and bra. I pulled up my petticoat and tied it loosely over my breasts.

Uncle said straight away, “You lie down here.”

Then, Uncle put two thick pillows to support my breasts. My breasts went between the pillows, and I lay down with my back upwards. Uncle quietly started rubbing oil on my upper back and shoulders. I was getting comfort from his hands.

His strong, big hands gave great comfort to my skin and muscles. His hands were still strong. I was feeling very good due to his power. Now he started massaging my upper back, and his hands were rubbing everywhere on the sides and arms.

While massaging me, he also commented on my tense back muscles. On my back, his hands were gliding inside my petticoat’s loose covering. Then, Uncle proceeded to massage my feet and calves. His hands moved up and down, and my anklets started making noise.

So he asked me, “Shall I open it and keep it? It is making noise,” and I agreed. He took it off and set it aside. Then he again started massaging. He was lifting and massaging my legs up to the knees. With all this, the petticoat had come up quite a bit.

Thank god I was wearing panties inside. Otherwise, he would have seen my pussy also. He was moving his fingers on my feet with oil in a very different way, like rubbing and stretching my finger and kneading my calf muscles.

His hands were moving slowly, but I could feel some pleasure building in my pussy. I was getting a different kind of deep, intimate pleasure. His hands were above my knees, inserted inside the petticoat and rubbed on the insides of my thighs.

They were not near my pussy, but he did arouse my pussy a little. Wetness was building inside my pussy. He continued it for a few minutes. Then I felt like he was lifting my petticoat and wrapping it near my lower waist. It exposed my bigger hips in full panty, but I couldn’t say anything.

I was too shy to say anything. Maybe he’ll think of me, a dumb woman who can’t expose her hips to a masseur in a massage session. He rubbed my lower back, giving me great comfort. After a few minutes, he told me, “Nargis mam, you can turn now.”

I did not say anything and got up. I tried to get up, handling my wrapped petticoat, hiding my breast with my hand. I was stunned after hearing everything, and then he said, “You get your breast done and see. If you don’t get comfort, then tell me.”

He said, “Don’t be shy, your breasts are big and heavy, they need a massage. You will get some relief if you get your breasts massaged.” He was right. I said shyly, “But you, please don’t tell this to anyone, not even my cousin.”

He agreed and promised me. I lifted off and set my petticoat aside, then lay down on my back. Now, I was only wearing my panties and hiding my bouncy breast with my hand.

“Nargis Mam, Keep your eyes closed, relax and keep your hands to the side,” Ramesh uttered.

Then, he quickly rubbed oil on his hands. He gently began massaging my neck and shoulders first. Giving me great relief to the points where bra straps made it sore and painful while hanging those heavy tits. Then he started massaging my upper chest.

I didn’t know he’d rub this area, and I’d get such great comfort and relief. His hands were passionately rubbing down on my breasts in a circle, lifting and cupping my oily, huge breasts.

He gently pressed my big breasts and said, “Even now, your breasts are big but tight.” He started telling me ways to take care of them. I was listening to him while I was drowning in pleasure, and he was massaging my breasts nicely. His talk was making me more horny. I realized wetness increased in my pussy.

Then I felt his fingers and palm rubbing on my hard nipples. I started feeling relief with a little tickle. Due to his rubbing, my nipples became hot and erect and appeared quite erect with pussy stimulation. I can feel how he was taking control of my wet pussy.

My legs shook a little. My nipples were now fully erect, more than an inch in size and charged with sensation. His fingers squeezed and pulled my nipples like someone is sucking them. He was teasing me badly. It made me more horny.

My breath was very high with little moaning as my pussy got superheated with huge wetness. He continued for a few more minutes until he finished.

“So, I hope you felt good comfort,” he asked while rubbing his left hand on my chest.

“Yeah, it was good comfort. Thank you, Uncle.”

Then he put his hand on my inner thighs, making me more horny. He was very close to my already wet pussy and knew I couldn’t suppress my demand.

“Shall I rub a little down there?” Uncle asked politely in a low voice.

I nodded yes. Uncle held my panties from both sides. Within a second, he pulled my panties down to my ankles and removed them from my body, exposing my entire bushy wet pussy. I opened my legs to welcome his hand. Now, I was completely naked in front of him.

He didn’t react or care. The moment he saw me naked was quite embarrassing, but naughty and arousing for me. I felt very embarrassed, but I couldn’t leave my semi-wet pussy in the middle of all this. He inserted a pillow under my pussy and lifted my pussy up.

Then he gently moved all his fingers on my pussy lips. He wiggled it very lightly on it, giving me a sudden shiver. He gently started rubbing the mix with wiggling his fingers on my clit and pussy lips like petting it. Doing this for a few minutes, my pleasure started increasing. His touch was amazing.

I can feel my engorged clit having fun with his palm and finger. This was a different kind of tease that I couldn’t stop. My pleasure was building up. And the precum in my pussy leaked even more.

Till now, my pussy juices leaked high on the pussy exit pussy lips. I could feel and hear the sloppy and squelching noises. He rubbed the wetness on my swollen pussy lips and engorged clit.

He found my clit, and he rubbed his thumb there, and his fingers gently rubbed on my pussy lips. His technique was amazing, with a rhythm that made me go crazy with pleasure.

I was moaning. My arousal was growing, making me ask for more and more pleasure from him. In the dim light of the room, he was sometimes staring at me and sometimes at my pussy. He was calmly watching my expressions. He continued for a few more minutes, and I started reaching climax.

Orgasm shivered my entire body with my pussy starting to release cum. I grabbed my tits tightly. I could not bear the pleasure and sensation and soon hit my orgasm and released my cum with a scream. “Aah,” I moaned a lot.

With strong contractions in my pussy, my hips and thighs jerked a lot. In an instant, my pussy lips and thighs got wet thoroughly with the cum I began ejaculating my juices. My breath and sensations were very intense. I had stopped seeing anything.

It was as if my whole body was in a light current and had become light. With that, I became silent and left grab of my tits. When I gained consciousness, I saw Uncle sitting right next to me.

His finger inserted deep inside my pussy, and my other hand caressed my breasts. Still recovering from orgasm, he asked me about how I felt, so I answered him in a shaky voice.

“Amazing, it was too good.”

I was in a sweat, and he was still playing with my cum soaked pussy. He was slowly shaking his buried finger deep inside my wet pussy. I was enjoying his finger relaxing the inside of my pussy muscles.

Adding to my embarrassment, he pulled and showed me all his fingers drenched in my white foamy cum.

“You cum a lot good.”

Even in a dim light dark room, I can see my cum on that finger. He wiped all his fingers on my panty and wiped my wet pussy and thighs from it. Uncle had worked very hard on me.

“Your orgasm is very strong, and you look very hot in that.”

“Thank you. Hope I was not too loud.”

“No, you were all good.” he raised his hand to wipe sweat from my forehead.

I never thought I would talk to him in a full nude condition.

He uttered, “Nargis mam, you know I can’t have sex now as my body doesn’t support it. Can you fulfil one of my wishes? You are a very hot woman. Can I take off my kurta and lie down, and you lie down on top of me? I want nothing else, not even my fees.

“Yes, why not? However, you must still pay your fees. Otherwise, I won’t agree. Come lie down here.” I told him.

We both smiled. This demand of his was quite unusual, but after his excellent work, I could not refuse him. I took off his kurta and exposed his slim body. He lay next to me.

With a sweaty body and hands supported on either side of his floor, I turned around. I lay on top of him with my tits pressed on his chest. My head was hidden down above his shoulder, and he was on mine. He could speak in my ear, and I could listen.

I was also feeling a lot of affection towards him, so I quickly went on top of him. He was a gentleman who fulfilled my needs perfectly. He held me tightly in his arms on my sweaty back, and his feet touched mine.

“Hope I am not too heavy?” I enquired with a giggle.

“No, loosen yourself. It feels wonderful to test my strength,” He whispered.

I removed my hand support from the sides and was pressed and hidden but enjoying it under my big, sweaty body. I put my entire weight on him like my dead body.

He whispered in my ear, “Nargis mam, you are a very sexy and hot curvy woman. Whenever you need a massage, I am always ready for your service.”He gently stroked my sweaty hips and back. “You are so pretty with meaty tits, thighs and bubble butt. What else does a man need?” he uttered.

I was enjoying his cuddles. Sometimes he tried to grab my entire ass cheeks tightly and shook them. But my huge ass wasn’t filling in his hand. While grabbing my hips, his fingers were very close to my anus, but I didn’t mind.

After a few minutes, we picked ourselves up. We had dinner together, and he left for his home.

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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.

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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].