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

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

Continued..!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geet: “Didi, I… I’ll leave now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad: “Anu? When did you get here?”

Me: “Last night, Papa. I wanted to—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stammered, cheeks burning.

Me: “I…I didn’t mean to barge in…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “How long have you two…fucking?”

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

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

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

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

Me: “Aww..”

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “Truth or dare? Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

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

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

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

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

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

While smoking:

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

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

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

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

N: Shall I say something?

R: Yes, please

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She: Can I ask you something?

Me: Yes please.

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

Me: Are you sure?

She: Yes, You make me more comfortable.

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

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

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

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

She: Feels so good.

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

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

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

Me: Shall I hold you tighter?

She: hmmmmmm

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

She: Raaaaaaaj.

Me: Hmmmmm

She: You are soooooo good.

Me: So are you, hmmmmmm.

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

She: Raaaaaaaj

Me: yesssssss.

I was loving how she was initiating everything.

She: Shall I come more close to you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Shall I remove your nighty?

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

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

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

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

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

Me: I can see someone is wet down there.

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

She: aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Wow, I love it

Me: Want more baby?

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

Me: I am going down baby.

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

Me: Understood mam.

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

Me: Are you ready for another pleasure ride?

She: Yes, so are you.

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

Me: Baby I am about to cum.

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

Me: Here you go, aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom’s Narration:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of narration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Usne kaha, “Rahul Sharma..?”

Maine kaha, “Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Humne ek sath fir kafi raate bitayi…

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

Thanks for reading.

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.

We fell asleep like that, her head on my chest, my arms around her. Sleeping so romantically, the air filled with trust and warmth as we rested. Around 6:00 AM, Nida’s phone rang, the sound pulling us both from sleep. I stirred, still half-asleep.

Nida reached for her phone, her voice groggy, “Hello… Irfan bhai?” She sat up slightly, the blanket slipping a bit. Her body was still warm against mine, her fever lingering but calmer.

Irfan’s voice came through, “Nida, how are you feeling? Is your fever down? I think Sohail should be there soon to take you to the bus stand.” Nida tried to sound normal, “Yes, bhai, I’m better… Sohail will come soon… he has not called me yet.”

Her voice was soft, her shyness evident, as she knew we were lying about me leaving the hotel. But as she spoke, I moved closer. In my sleepy state, my mind was hazy, and I was not fully aware of the call. My lips brushed against her chest, finding her boob.

I started licking softly, my tongue warm on her skin, the act gentle and instinctive. My eyes are still closed, lost in a half-dream. Nida gasped softly, her body tensing. Her voice faltered on the phone, “Yes, uh… I’ll be ready, bhai.” She tried to stay composed.

Her face turned red, her shyness making her breath quicken. She gently pushed my head with her free hand but not fully stopping me. Caught between the call with her brother and the sensation, her soft moans barely audible. Irfan didn’t notice, “Okay, call me when you’re on the bus. Take care.”

Nida managed a quick, “Yes, bhai, bye.” Her hand was trembling as she ended the call and put the phone down. I woke up fully at the sound of the call ending, realizing what I’d done, my eyes wide, “Nida, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know you were on the phone.” I pulled back, my face red, sitting up beside her.

She looked at me, “Sohail, you were asleep… it’s okay.” She giggled softly, her voice shy, “But that was Irfan bhai!” We both laughed quietly. The awkwardness gave way to warmth. Her fever seemed to subside, and her breathing became steady.

Nida leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. Her voice was a shy whisper, “Sohail, I felt something strange when you were sucking when I was on the call with bhai.” Her cheeks turned even redder. Her eyes looked down, her shyness making the moment all the more tender.

I smiled, my heart racing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Suddenly, my phone rang, the sound startling us both. I looked at the screen—Irfan was calling me. I picked up, trying to sound normal, “Hello, Irfan…” He asked, “Sohail, when are you going to the hotel?”

My heart raced, keeping up the lie we’d told, “I haven’t called her yet. But I’ll tell her I’ll be there early in the morning.” I glanced at Nida, who was watching me, her eyes playful, as if she knew we were hiding the truth.

As I spoke, Nida moved quietly, climbing on top of me, the blanket slipping down. Before I could react, she leaned in, kissing my nipple softly. Then, biting it gently, her teeth sent a shiver through me. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound.

My voice faltered on the phone, “Yes, uh… I’ll be there soon, Irfan.” He didn’t notice, “Okay, make sure she gets to the bus stand on time. Call me later.” I managed a quick “Yes, bye” and disconnected the call, my hand shaking as I put the phone down.

Nida looked up at me. “Sohail, did you also feel the kick?” she asked, her voice soft, her cheeks red. I laughed, my heart still racing, “Yes, Nida, I felt it…” The thrill of the moment drew us closer. We began kissing naturally, our lips moving together in slow, deep kisses.

The warmth of her breath mingled with mine. My hands found her boobs, holding them gently and pressing them. We kissed for a few minutes, our bond growing even deeper. The moment was tender and emotional, not about going further but about feeling close.

Her fever seemed almost gone, her body steady against mine. Her shyness was evident in the soft sighs she let out between kisses. We stopped kissing smiling. I said, “Let’s get ready for the bus stand.” She nodded, “Yes, thank you, Sohail.”

Nida took the blanket and wrapped it. She walked to the washroom, dropping it at the door and leaving it open shyly. After a while, I went closer, water running warm inside. “Nida, can I join?” I asked, soft and flirty. She peeked, thinking, then smiled, “No,” closing the door with a shy giggle.

After 2-3 seconds, she opened it, grabbed my hand, and pulled me in silently, her touch shy. The water feels warm on us, with steam surrounding us. Nida stood under the water, her hands covering her body, eyes down. I stepped closer, kissing her arms, my lips soft and gentle.

Then her shoulders, warm; her neck, slow; her back, gentle; and her waist. She pulled back a little, her hands covering more, “Sohail, no,” her voice was shaky, her body tense. I stopped, waiting. After a moment, she looked at me, her eyes shy but softer. She nodded a little, letting me continue.

I kissed her boobs, my tongue circling her nipples slowly, tasting the water on her skin, warm and wet. I moved to her navel, my tongue going inside, the water dripping down her belly, warm, her skin soft. She moaned softly. I kissed her thighs.

She moaned so loud and held me to stand and hugged her tightly, then bit my shoulder. Then I hugged her from behind, my dick touching her, hands cupping her boobs, the water warm. I whispered, “Nida, we should stop…” She nodded, “Yes, let’s stop,” her voice shy.

We came out of the washroom, smiling, our clothes dried up. We got ready fast, my heart warm. We sat in the car, Nida next to me, her eyes soft. As I started driving, she got emotional, her face sad.

She held my hand tight, resting her shoulder on me, tears in her eyes. “Sohail, I’m leaving you… I didn’t thank you enough,” I drove to Majestic bus station, her hand still in mine. The bus was there, and she began to cry, her tears falling. I felt sad, too, my heart heavy.

We got so close in one night that it hurt to let go. I hugged her lightly, “Don’t cry, Nida, we’ll meet again,” I said, my voice soft. She nodded, wiping her tears, “Yes, promise me.” We promised, our hearts closed, and then I let her board the bus, saying, “Goodbye,” I watched her go, sad, my eyes wet.

In my car, I thought, “I’ve seen many girls, but Nida is different. Her skin, her face, her figure—10/10, like a celebrity. I’ve touched and kissed many boobs, but hers felt so perfect. Still, I miss her, not for sex, but because I care. I could have gone for it, but I didn’t want to,” I felt empty, driving slowly.

After 10 minutes, a dramatic event happened, and my phone rang. It was Nida, her voice soft, “Sohail, I want to spend more time with you. I stepped down at the next stop.” My heart jumped. She continued, “I called Irfan. I’m not well, so I stepped down.”

I was on cloud nine, enjoying this moment. I called Irfan and told Nida called me and said she was not feeling well. I said, “I’ll take her to hospital, make her rest, and bring her to Mangalore tomorrow.” I also spoke with Nida’s mother, assuring her, “She’s safe. I’ll care for her.”

I rushed to my car, speeding away, happy she had chosen me. I reached the bus stop, where she waited. She stood in an abaya and niqab, looking at me. We rushed to each other, hugging tight, her arms around me, mine around her. We hugged for 5 minutes, her niqab soft against me.

“Thank you… thank you…” I kept saying, my voice was full of love. She didn’t speak, just held me, her shyness in her grip. I took her to the car, and we drove to the same hotel, smiling at each other. She removed her niqab, her eyes shy but warm.

I kept touching her hand, my fingers on her skin, a desperate love growing. We stepped inside the hotel, the door closing behind us. Right away, we hugged tight, her body warm against mine, her abaya soft, my arms around her. “Nida, I can’t believe you’re here,” I whispered.

She hugged me tighter, “Sohail, I couldn’t leave.” her voice shy. We sat on the bed, looking at each other, smiling big. “You’re so brave… coming back for me,” I said. She blushed, “I… I felt so sad leaving you,” her eyes warm, her shyness showing.

I took her hand and said, “Come here,” then led her to the mirror. She stood in her saree. I went behind her, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Nida, you’re so beautiful, more than any celebrity,” I whispered, close to her. I put my hand on her stomach, pulling her to me, her back on my chest.

We looked in the mirror; she looked beautiful and said the same, and then kissed her. Then, kissing her neck, slowly removed her saree pin and let pallu fall. I kissed her shoulders. Then I kissed her whole back, my lips slowing down her spine, making her moan, “Sohail, mmm.”

I kissed her waist, my lips on her curves, then her navel. My tongue circled inside, warm and wet, her stomach trembling, her moan louder, “Oh… Sohail,” The saree fell off completely, leaving her in a blouse and petticoat. She turned to hold my face and kissed my whole face—my forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.

She pulled my lips like a lollipop and started sucking. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. The first time, making marks on my chest. She was crazy. She is biting my chest and giving bites, then my neck. While kissing my neck, I felt the touch of her boobs over her blouse.

“Sohail, you’re so nice,” she whispered, shy. I smiled, “Nida, you make me so so happy.” I kissed her lips again, deep, my hands on her petticoat, pulling it down slowly, baring her bottom. I knelt and kissed her legs. I didn’t want to go near her pussy but wanted to kiss.

I put my thumb inside her panties, looked into her eyes and dragged it down. I held her by her waist and slowly kissed her pussy. She moaned so loudly and pulled me in, hugging me. Then she knelt. She unhooked and dragged my pants down. She looked at my dick and said someone is always high.

She touched my dick over my underwear. I replied, ‘Why don’t you free him?’ She smiled and said, “Pleasure is all mine.” She said it’s a monster. Don’t you want to kiss the monster? She replied, ‘I have never done it and never do either.’ But just for you, she holds my dick and gives me one peck.

I looked at her, “Let’s be like last night.” She smiled, nodded, and kissed my cheek, “Yes, like that,” her voice shy. I turned her, unhooking her blouse, widening it from the back, her whole back bare. I kissed every inch, my lips soft, from her neck to her lower back.

“Sohail, mmm… you’re so good at this… so gentle… I feel so loved,” praising me. I smiled, kissing more, her moans filling the room. I turned her back and removed the blouse and bra together. I looked at her and said, “They are so beautiful.” They are so perfect.

I don’t know how to repay for these beautiful boobs. I then bit her boobs with my tongue. I sucked her boobs, my lips circling her nipples, slow, tasting her skin, my tongue gentle, sucking soft then harder. Her nipples are hard in my mouth.

She moaned loudly, “Sohail, oh… that feels so good…” her hands in my hair. She came on top of me, sitting directly on my dick, kissing my face, neck, chest, stomach. Her way of kissing is so sensual. Then we lay close, her head on my chest, my arm around her, the blanket warm around us.

“I owe you a lot, Nida,” I said. She sighed, “By the way, I am also lying beside a handsome guy.” We rested, our love growing, the flirty words filling the air with hope. After a while, her phone rang—her husband was calling from Singapore. She froze, pulling back, “Oh no.”

Her hands shook as she answered. Her husband asked about her health, and she replied, “Yes, I’m okay. Sohail, Irfan Bhai’s friend, helped me to the clinic and then to this hotel. He went back home.” Her voice was quick, her face red.

Her husband’s voice came, soft but worried, “Nida, are you sure you’re alright? I’m so far in Singapore. I can’t be there. I was scared when Irfan called. Did the clinic help? Rest well. If you’d like, I’ll cut the trip short and come to India.”

She said, “No, anyhow, I will go home tomorrow morning.” He spoke at length, his voice full of care, inquiring about her health and expressing how much he missed her. She listened, her eyes wet. “Yes, I’m fine… thank you… I miss you too.” her voice was low and shaky.

Her husband’s voice faded, and Nida sat quiet, thinking, her guilt heavy. She didn’t tell me, just slipped out of the blanket, wearing a blouse and petticoat, her face sad. I asked, “Nida, what’s wrong?” She looked away, “Nothing.” Her voice was shaky.

She was not meeting my eyes. I kept asking, but she stayed silent. I understood.

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

Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thank you to all ISS readers for your prompt feedback. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or email me at [email protected]. Total anonymity guaranteed.

This story will be narrated from the point of view of the husband, Pradeep.

At the age of 30, with just two years of married life behind me, I (Pradeep) felt saturated. I couldn’t fuck my wife Harshita like I used to during those first few months of our marriage. My college life was boring because I wanted to become rich with a high-income job.

So, I studied constantly for this dream: no girls, no romance, and no warmth. As per my dream, I got a high-income job. After two years of the pressure-filled demands of corporate life, I decided to resign. I landed a government job with a reduced income but also reduced stress.

Thanks to this decision, I was able to marry the tall, milky, shapely, and sexy Harshita. Additionally, I feel very fortunate to have found such a kind and quiet girl as my life partner.

The real problem:

During the first few months of our marriage, my wife Harshita’s sexual demands and urges were very minimal. However, I was fucking her like an animal. I fucked Harshita every day in all possible positions. Marathon rounds all night. She was tired and used oil for her sore pussy.

Her requests for rest were mercilessly denied with relentless drilling. I was excited since her warm pussy was my first—a long wait until I was 28. I took her on a week-long trip to Thailand. I fucked her as much as possible day and night, spending little time outside our hotel room.

My wife Harshita was a virgin, and my dick was the first to break into her pussy, dripping juices. The irony is that after two years, I couldn’t fuck her daily. I’ve lost interest; my dick doesn’t awaken to her seductions.

I see heightened urges and needs in Harshita’s innocent eyes. But I’m unable to go for more than one round, at most twice a month. We planned for a kid, but with this lost interest, it never turned positive. The sweet part was she never demanded sex like I had forced her during the initial period of our marriage.

But I felt responsible for her shift from no urges to a heightened peak. My mistake. I should have kept her bodily needs in check by fucking her once every alternate day during the initial days of our marriage. Harshita never showed this as frustration in our routine life. But in her dark eyes, I saw a volcano of desire.

Harshita was so shy that she wouldn’t let me undress her with the lights on. I had to turn off the light so she could undress. I had to play some music for her to moan freely. She blasted juices with relieved moans during her climax.

She was so shy that she never allowed me to eat her out, pushing me away with a “Chi” when my lips reached her pussy. Harshita would give me handjobs and suck my dick, but that usually happened while she was in a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning.

During normal times, she wouldn’t give a blowjob or a handjob. A slight discomfort due to the lack of the same vigour in satisfying my wife’s unquenched hunger started to haunt me.

Being in Bangalore, through stories and online platforms, I realized that cuckolding is a reality these days. One restless night, I was drilling my wife’s hungry, yearning pussy with an early cum. I finally decided to fulfil my wife’s urges by letting a stranger claim her body while I watched.

As a first step, I wanted someone genuine, safe, and, importantly, anonymous. It should be a one-time affair. I came across Madhan. I met this guy once in a restaurant and shared my plan to have my wife banged like those early marriage days. He listened, nodding, his eyes gleaming with appetite.

Now, it was time to convince my traditional wife, Harshu, to agree to the concept of cuckolding. To spread her thighs for a man she didn’t know while I stood by.

My wife was very sensitive. We never spoke about sexual matters. She was so shy that she used to run to the washroom after I released my juice into her pussy. She would return fully dressed. Forget convincing her. There was no way I could even initiate the topic for discussion.

Yet, under Madhan’s guidance, I booked two rooms in a swanky hotel in Bangalore. I dressed her in red lace lingerie beneath a sleek black saree that clung to her curves. Damn, her milky skin, especially her hips, triggered in the black saree.

I lied about ‘a special lunch from the office’ and led her into the hotel room. She didn’t believe me and was confused and in a dilemma. I had never taken her to such a luxury hotel in Bangalore. All along, since I checked into the room, I continued updating Madhan.

Leaving my hot wife alone in the room, I left for Madhan’s room. I was worried, and many thoughts were clouding my brain. Madhan calmed me down, assuring me that if my wife didn’t cooperate, he would leave. Without hinting to my wife, I took Madhan to my room.

Harshita was very disturbed but kept a relaxed face and shook Madhan’s hand. I introduced Madhan as my colleague. He took her hand firmly, eyes locking with hers in a silent dare. She withdrew but stood her ground. His eyes met and locked onto Harshita’s.

A spark, a flicker of something unknown, passed between them. Uncomfortably, she freed herself from his tight grasp and watched me. I moved next to her and encircled my arm around her shoulder, hugging her from the side and squeezing/massaging her bare shoulder.

She tried to move away from my grasp, watching the stranger, Madhan. But I held her tightly, my grip a silent command. As per the plan, Madhan excused himself to use the bathroom, which was a lie. The moment he moved out of sight, I hurriedly tightened my hand,

I clasped her bare navel and hissed in her ear, “Baby, first promise whatever I’m going to tell you and ask you to do. You will not reveal it and do as I say.” Harshita, with no clue, hesitantly promised not to reveal anyone and to do as I said.

I hurriedly told her, “I want you to enjoy your sex life. I planned all this. He is very safe and totally anonymous; nobody will know. I want you to enjoy today.” Pushing me away, Harshita asked me, “What?” with a raised eyebrow and an angry look.

I hugged her tight, “You are my wife and my life too. This is my long-time dream and fantasy. Please do it just once. I feel very sad that I am not able to satisfy you.” She angrily replied, “When did I tell you I’m not satisfied?” She pushed me away with a stern “NO.”

I was scared that she might shout and make a scene. She might complain about this to our families. As per Madhan’s plan, I haven’t touched her for more than a month now. I still had big doubts that this wouldn’t work out.

I grabbed her by her bare waist. I started to cup her cheeks and began to kiss her. Oh god, our lips met after a month. She resisted, trying to break my kiss. But I felt the hunger in her lips. I continued to force my kiss. She gave way, locking her lips with mine and sucking my lip.

After marriage, this was the first time I was kissing her in broad daylight. The room was located on the 6th floor, offering a view through the clear mirror to the empty sky. My hands undid the saree from her shoulders, and my hands played with her bare navel.

Oh, my mouth watered seeing my own wife’s sexy, shapely, huge 36-sized melons tightly cupped inside the deep-cut black blouse. Oh, the white milky cleavage poking out of the black blouse was a tantalizing sight. I pushed her onto the bed and continued to kiss her wildly.

That’s the sound of the washroom door latch, and Madhan walks slowly to the bed. He watches me wildly kissing my wife, Harshita. Madhan stood very close to us, his presence a palpable heat. Harshita stopped kissing and started pushing me away from her chest.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed, my gaze burning into hers. I locked my lips, watching her eyeballs move to Madhan. She tilted her face sideways, looking in the other direction from Madhan, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. That’s when Madhan speaks, his voice a low, seductive hum, “So sweet, juicy lips. Gently brush your lips over them.” I follow Madhan’s instructions and graze my lips over her thick lips.

Harshita watches me with an angry face, but a shiver runs through her as my lips explore. I continue brushing her lips, cheeks, and nose with my lips. She lets out a low moan, “Ah,” a sound that vibrates through me. I continue to brush and break free.

Madhan utters in a low tone, his words a soft command, “Oh, Harshu. Don’t worry. Kiss him and bite his lips.” That’s when I noticed Harshita following his instruction as her lips gave way, and the kiss was wilder than ever before.

My dick was thicker and harder than stone, like it hadn’t been in many months now. My dick was tearing out of my jeans. My dick was so wild that I was about to cum with the kiss she was doing. I watched Madhan with the corner of my eye.

Madhan, with a small smile and lust-filled eyes, was staring right into the eyes of my wife, Harshu, a silent challenge in his gaze. Madhan’s fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, in slow motion, each movement a deliberate tease.

My dick lost control and shot cum into my underwear. I broke the kiss. Madhan leaned in, his breath against her ear, “You want this. She wants it”. I continued to suck her ears, cheek, and neck. Harshu’s eyeballs moved to Madhan’s unbuttoned chest.

I noticed Madhan throwing away his shirt to bare his slightly hairy chest, a primal display of masculinity. Harshu’s eyes flicked between us, lidded now with something deeper than fear—arousal, confusion, surrender.

In that electric tableau, my wife’s thighs were pinned, her chest rising beneath my mouth. The stranger’s challenge in his smouldering stare—I knew the spark had flared. No turning back.

Madhan ran a finger across his face and played with his lips, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Will I be able to undo her saree and fuck her in broad daylight in front of a stranger? Will her shyness of nudity persist?

At least I knew now that she wouldn’t protest against the cuckolding.

Wait for part 2.

Thank you all, ISS readers.

Hello All, Sujata here again with the next part of my story. In the last part we saw how my son Vijay convinced me to date and how did I end up meeting Jitesh. Vijay watched out short horny foreplay session in the car, with me topless sucking his dick and I came home. Let’s see further.

When I reached home, I saw Vijay was home already. I felt a guilty and just went in the room, and changed into home clothes and went to sleep. We did not speak that day. I did not have the courage to see my son. That night Jitesh and I chatted about the foreplay and how much he loved my wet pussy. We claimed how tasty were each others genital and how he loved me sucking his cock. Talking about it only made him horny and de sent me his dick pic. I was wet watching him hard again. I was wet down there and soon was naked in the room on video call showing my new bf my nice big melons, while rubbing my cunt watching him masturbate. We both cum at the same time and then I realized my blunder of not locking the room as I saw Vijay watching my naked body with cum dripping from my cunt.
None of us moved, neither did I cover myself, neither did he move his face.

I wore my gown cleaned myself and came out. I was not able to see him in the eye, when he broke the ice. He asked me to be normal, and it was fine. I have already fucked his father and gave birth to him. My phone was ringing with Jitesh’s messages and I read it. Watching the glow in my eyes he straight asked
V: ” Kadhi jhavaycha mhanto?”( asking for sex?)

And instantly in that moment I replied

Me: “Udya jhavaycha mhanto, Rahavat Nahi mane”(he wants to fuck me tomorrow, can’t wait he says)

V:” Mag Kay majhi permission pahije jhavayla? Jaa bindass jhav tyachya barobar. Pahije tar roj jhav, ithech jhav gharat mala kahi harkat Nahi. Tujhya health sathich changla aahe.”(Are you waiting for my permission, then go you have it. Go fuck with him, do it everyday, do it here only if you want)

Me: “Tula kahi problem Nahi? Mi tujhya baapala cheat karna hoil he”( you don’t have a problem? It will be like cheating your father)

V: ” mag toh tyanni vichar karayla pahije hots, and tyanni Tula sex dila pahije hota. And mala tar kahi harkat Nahi, sex he advantage hotach dating cha,mag ghe bindass” ( he must of thought about his wife. And sex was an advantage of dating then might as well take it)

Jitesh asked me to go to his home, but instead Vijay told me to ask him to book a hotel. Jitesh readily agreed and sent me the details that night. He said wear something sexy, and I told him you get it.

Vijay walked in and I told him about it. He took me to a mall, and made me buy a chiffon saree with a strapless bra shaped front opening blouse that showed 30% of my boobs. Again took me to the salon and got me a bikini wax and removed all hair from my body.
In the evening I was dressed in that saree. I had nothing below the saree and wore it with a waist chain just. Vijay told me since he was with prostitutes before, he will love me being slutty. He asked me to take the room number and at 6 in the evening, Vijay dropped me to the hotel asking me to enjoy. He gave me something to drink, which made my cunt super wet.
I knocked the door, and Jitesh was stunned watching me. I was too horny, I pushed him in, and started kissing him. He locked the door behind and pounced on me. I pushed him to the wall,unzipped him and pulled his semi hard dick out and started sucking him. My pally was down and from the top he could see my melons trapped in the blouse. I sucked him really good for 5 minutes and he was hard as a pole. He pulled me up,and started to kiss me pulling the blouse down. I had just wrapped the saree to the waist chain, and so as he pulled once, my whole saree came off and it showed him my naked cunt.

He went mad after that and started licking my cunt. It was heaven for me and he was great at licking.
Aaaah aaaah.. thats all I did. He licked me for a few mins and I released on his face. But he was not done yet. He made me suck his cock again and opened my blouse, as he positioned his dick on my cunt. My pussy was tight and he had to push a bit harder to get it.

I gasped as his head went it, as no one fucked it for years before. We both were at the peak of pleasure with him getting a hot, tight and slurrpiest cunt. He waited for me to settle down and then started moving two and fro.

Aaaah.. he moaned. “Kya tight aur geeli ho tum?, majja aagaya”( you are so hot and wet inside.i just love it ) he bent forward and kissed me. He increased his speed and gave me deep and hard push.

Me: Aaaah.. aise hi karte reh. Jor SE aur se chod . Bohat salon baad lund Mila hai is chut KO. Aaaah karte reh. ( Aahe fuck me. Keep doing like this. Harder fuck me harder. This cunt is getting a cock after ages).

He raised my legs to his shoulders and started pounding me. His cock reached deep in my pussy.He fucked me for a good 15 mins and we both released at the same time. We both laid there catching our breaths, cuddling and kissing.

J:- Kaisa laga ?( How was it?)
Me: “bohat Acha. Bohat saalo k baad chudi Hu main, thank you”(awesome. I am fucked after a long time)

J: Bas.. hogaya, itne main hi Mann Bhar Gaya? Thank gayi?( Oh, done, satisfied in this much only? Tired already?)

Me: Kyu? Tumhara Nahi bhara? And aise Bol rahe ho k fir ready ho jaaoge.”(Why? You are not satisfied? And you are saying such as if you will be ready again)

J:- “Aise toh ho hi jaayega thodi Der main, aur agar ye goli le li, toh fir chalta hi rahega Raat Bhar. Tujhse Nahi ho paayega.”( Yes I can go one more time, and if I take this tab, I will keep going for the entire night. But you won’t be able to handle.)

I was kind a enraged. I held him dick and told him to take the tablets. Then I will show him how much I can take. He poured both of us a drink and we had it bottoms up. 10 mins later there was a rush of blood in my cunt area and it was getting hot, and his dick was getting hard. I bent and sucked him again and made him ready. And there we were fucking again. This time I started riding and straddling him on the sofa, while he sucked and bit my boobs. We were biting each other, and kissing like rabbits in heat.
That night he fucked me six times, in all positions, and the best I liked was the doggy pose.

I came back at noon, and Vijay was working. I blushed looking at him and went in to have bath and change, while changing I saw the teeth marks on my neck, shoulder and boobs and reminisced the last night’s fuck. I was getting wet down there again. I fingered myself to orgasm in the bath, and came out wearing a gown just with no undergarments. Usually I would wear panty at home, but today I just dint feel like. The medicine effect was still there and I was still horny, and this led to me being more open with Vicky and even sharing the details and positions of last night. I even told him I was horny. To which he told me to go today too if I want to. I told him it’s expensive to go to the hotel every night, his reply to this shocked me. He simply said, call him home,I will sleep outside.
He was very calm about it. Looking at my eagerness he again told, and I told Jitesh to come over. He was also excited for the pussy that he came within 20 mins and his face dropped after he saw Vicky. He understood I was naked below my gown and was ogling at me, while I bent to our drinks for all three and show him my melons. I just gave him a nod. We all had drinks and dinner and then he asked for our leave, when I stopped him.
M:- Kaha jaa rahe ho? Sharab hogayi, par shabab ke majje Kaun lega? ( Where are you going mister? Booze is done but who will take the babe now?)
He looked puzzled and shocked and I told him that Vicky knew everything. And I kissed him in front of Vicky. I felt very kinky doing it, but loved it too. I held his hand and took him inside the bedroom and locked the door. Turned around pulled my gown above my head and got naked, went on my fours, unzipped him and started sucking his prick. Within no time he was naked and hard, and I started riding him hard. We both were again involved in a passionate fuck and I was moaning loudly. After straddling him for 10 mins I released but he was not done, so I turned into doggie and he ploughed me for 15 more mins before cumming in me. That was the night things changed totally.

Now we fucked almost every night. He would come and stay with us in the evening and be in his lungi without his underwear, rubbing his prick on me. A few times my husband called while we were fucking and he made me talk to him while he was fucking my cunt. A week later he got me thinking satin spaghetti nighties, that showed my boobs prominently with cleavage, and had cut from the hips, showing my legs. We would openly kiss, and he would maul my ass or rub his dick on my ass with Vicky around. I felt very kinky with all this,and every night I fucked him hard. On weekends all we did was fuck.
On Saturday early morning I was naked and had to go to the washroom. It was dark so I came out naked only as I knew my new man will be ploughing me in a few mins.
I heard from fap fap sound and when I stepped forward, I saw Vicky was masturbating he had snapped photos when Jitesh was rubbing his dick, pressing my boobs in the kitchen and was masturbating to that. My pussy twitched. I felt very kinky watching my son masturbating to his mother’s naked photo. I knew he was about to be done and would come to the washroom just next to our room.
I don’t know what got in me, I went and started sucking Jitesh, leaving the door open enough for him to view. As expected Vicky peeped and he saw his naked mother sucking her boyfriends cock. Jitesh was half awake and did not realise his presence. I was hard as pole in few mins. I purposely went in doggie position facing the direction of Vicky with my.boobs dangling, while Jitesh started fucking me from behind
J:-” AJ subhe subhe geeli hogayi hai Teri chut Randi. Aaaah!( Your pussy is wet so early today bitch)

Me:-” Haan badge, tere lund k liye hamesha hi geeli rehti hai, pel aur jor SE pel. Aaaah.”(Yes you bastard I am always wet for your dick. Fuck me harder now)

He bent and we kissed I saw Vicky was masturbating I went on my back and spread my legs and we were now perpendicular to Vicky, Jitesh’s back was towards Vicky and he couldn’t see him.

Me:” AAO.. daalo. Chodo mujhe.”(Come, push it, fuck me)

Jitesh fucked me in missionary position for 10 more mins and Vicky definitely had a good view of his dick moving inside me, while he kissed me. We both had orgasms in 10 mins and he lay on me,panting for breath. Vicky was done too and went to his place quietly.We both slept naked and woke up in the afternoon. Jitesh had no idea he had fucked me in front of my son. But I understood I loved to get fucked with my son watching.

After that weekend I had opened up totally. Jitesh wanted me to buy sexy lingeries and I obliged and got spaghetti nighties that barely covered my ass. I would wear them even when Jitesh was not at home, and let Vicky fiest on glimpses of my body. I moaned louder when we fucked and Vicky could hear it. Jitesh had to go for his shoot for a week again, and we would talk on the phone. While such conversation, he told me he shot porn films and ever since he started fucking me he hasn’t fucked any lady at such shoots. This led the topic of my husband, and extra marital affair came up. It led to the reasons and profile on the dating app. That’s when Jitesh said he was lucky to find a such a partner on a hook up app. I asked him more about the app, and then I realised the entire thing. My son purposely made the profile on the app to see his mother getting fucked by other man. So only he was cool watching everything.

I kept the call and was thinking about it. And a duel was happening within me. The good side : “MC, mala Randi samajhla aahe tyaane. Asa kasa Karu shakte bhadva”(bastard thinks I am a whore, how could he do this to me) the lusty side: ” are Randi tar Tu aahech, Tula pan tar avadla tyachya samor ardha nagda rahna, and jhavna. Mag tyaala Kay shivya dyaycha. In fact tyaane majhya saathi lund tar shogun dila and te pan evdha tagda.” ( I am a whore, even I loved getting fucked in front of him,and showing him my body. At least he got me a good dick.)

Thinking of dick the lusty me got stronger :” in fact me tar mhanun, tya samor openly nagda houn jhav. Toh pan tar motha jhala aahe, Ambala baghun halvat Basel. Tya peksha tyachya saathi pan chut cha bandobast kela pahije. Jitesh bhadwa hots, tyaacha aselch contact kahi. Vichar tyaala”(In fact I should fuck openly in front of him. But he will keep masturbating and that’s not good. I will have to find a cunt for him. Jitesh was a pimp, he might be able to arrange someone. Let’s see.)

After these talks, I dialed Jitesh again and told him I wanted him to fuck me in front of Vicky. It’s my kinky adventure, and I wanted to spend a naked holiday and have open sex in front of Vicky while he is fucking some cunt. He being a bastard was ready, but he had a condition. He wanted to shoot and record our sex. I agreed and said we can record the group sex too. He told me he will plan and let me know next day.

What happened next and how did Jitesh plan to fulfill my wish and where did it lead to will tell you in next part.

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

She felt guilty about her husband in Singapore. I avoided her, hours passing, the room quiet. We sat apart, thinking, her eyes down, my heart heavy, the love feeling broken.

I couldn’t bear the silence. I moved closer, sitting beside her, my voice soft, “Nida, seeing you like this breaks me. I need you close.” Her eyes met mine, wet with tears, her face soft.

I held her close to me, “I don’t want to see you like this, and let me tell you, I am not here to ruin your marriage. I don’t know, but I love you so much that I can keep my distance from you. You will be happy. This is the moment for me to keep you happy. I am not sure how life is for us after this night, so please be good to me and enjoy this day.”

Then I stood up, “Nida, let’s dance.” She looked at me, surprised. “Dance?” she asked, shy. I nodded, “Yes, just us.” She smiled a little, standing up. We moved together, my hands on her waist, her hands on my shoulders, the room quiet. She hugged me tight while we danced, her body warm, her breath on my chest.

“Sohail, am I betraying my husband?” she whispered, her eyes wet. I held her closer, my voice soft, “This is your moment, Nida, your happiness. Let’s enjoy it. You’re not leaving him. This is just for us.” She kept quiet. Then she hugged me tighter. Her arms were strong around me, her shyness melting into love.

I lifted her in my arms, her body light, and kissed her lips, slow and deep. Her lips were warm, and her hands were on my neck. I put her down, sliding one strap of her blouse off, kissing her shoulder, my lips gentle. I removed her blouse slowly, then her petticoat.

She blushed, her hands covering a little, but she didn’t stop me. Kissing her lips again, then her neck, her breath fast, her moans soft, “Sohail.” We did foreplay again, romancing and kissing each part of her body. I love kissing her boobs and navel. They are so tasty and tempting.

I leaned close, whispering with a smile, “Nida, can I get one more condom from your bag? This time for actual use, not like last time.” She giggled, “Sohail,” and hugged me tightly. I kissed her lips deeply. I put on the condom and moved over her, kissing her lips slowly.

I held my dick and slowly asked are you ready and she replied anything for you. I slowly entered. She cried out, “Sohail, it’s so huge, I can’t,” tears in her eyes, her hands gripping me. I held her face, “I’ll go slow, Nida.” I pushed in a while, kissing her lips deep, inch by inch.

Her warmth wrapped me, her breath fast, her body trembling, my hardness filling her. The moment was intense, her moans mixing with cries, “Oh, Sohail, so big.” I moved deeper until I was fully inside. Then she turned wild, her hands pulling me closer, her hips moving with mine.

“Sohail, yes, mmm,” she moans loudly. We stayed in the missionary, my body on hers, her legs around me, our rhythm fast, her boobs bouncing, “Sohail, harder, I love you,” her voice hot, her nails on my back. I’m fucking her by sucking her boobs, biting her nipples.

Nida, you are my fucking angel. This is so fucking heaven. she replied. Then better I show you complete heaven. She pushed me down, climbing on top, cowgirl style, her hips dancing my dick, her hands on my chest, “Sohail, oh, so good.”

Her moans are wild. She is fantastic. She is moaning and driving me. Her boobs are bouncing, and treat to watch. I held her neck and pulled her to me to kiss her lips. Every time it was so fucking new. We turned, spooning my body behind hers.

My arm around her, entering her again, slow and deep, her back against my chest, “Sohail, I feel you so much,” she moaned softly, “Oh, mmm,” I kissed her neck, my hand on her stomach. My hands on her thighs, going faster, “Nida, I love you,” I said.

Her moans were wild, “Sohail, I love you, don’t stop,” her body shaking, her breath hot. We finished together, her body trembling, her moan loud, “Sohail, oh,” my heart full, her arms around me, “ you are my man.” We lay there, holding each other, the blanket over us, our love complete, resting in each other’s arms.

After our love, Nida’s glow grew. “Sohail, I feel so alive,” she whispered, shy but happy. An hour passed, and then I kissed her tummy. It is extremely flat, with no fat. I kissed her stomach by holding both her boobs, licking each inch of her skin. She is making me crazy.

I looked at her and asked, “Ready again?” She giggled shyly, “Someone’s already ready, round two, huh?” Her tone was playful. I laughed, “How can I miss this opportunity?” Her boobs showed love bites, red marks from my kisses, and my chest had her love bites.

My back had her scratches, signs of our wild love. I kissed her neck, my lips hot, her moans soft, “Mmm, Sohail,” We moved, her on all fours, doggy style. My hands on her hips, entering her slowly. Her moans were loud, “Oh, Sohail, yes.”

Her body rocked with mine, and quickly I fucked her deep hard. She was moaning. Her ass is appealing, and it’s so beautiful with similar fairness. I continued fucking her and caressing her back. I couldn’t control myself more. So I kissed her ass she was moaning must be her turning point.

Then I kissed her whole back and took time to put my lips on every inch of her body. Then I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her legs around me, my hands holding her, thrusting fast, her back against the wall, “Sohail, you are awesome. Come on, make your love happy.”

While fucking her on the wall, I became wild and started biting her boobs. She was still pressing my head against her boobs. We kiss so romantically and wildly that I’m about to cum. We slowed, finishing together, her body trembling.

Her moan was soft, “Sohail, I love you.” I kissed her lips gently, laying her back on the bed. We rested under the blanket. “Nida, you set me on fire. That wild side of you drives me crazy,” I whispered, my voice low.

She giggled, “Sohail, you’re the one with that huge dick. It’s so perfect, I can’t stop thinking about it, it felt amazing inside me,” her cheeks red, her eyes teasing.

I grinned, pulling her closer, “Oh, Nida, your boobs are a dream—soft, full, those nipples begging for my mouth, and your pussy, so tight, so wet, it’s heaven every time.”

She moaned softly, her hand on my chest, “Sohail, you’re so naughty, but I love it. Your dick is like Magic, tearing my pussy, making me wild, I want it again.” I laughed, “Magic, huh? Then let’s make more. Your pussy grips me so good I lose my mind. Those boobs bounce like a tease, driving me nuts.”

She blushed, her voice flirty, “Sohail, you talk so dirty, but it turns me on. Your dick is so big, I still feel it. I love how you fill me.” I kissed her lips deeply, “And I love your boobs in my hands, your pussy pulling me in. You’re my sexy queen, Nida. Tell me what you want next.”

She sighed, her hands on my face, “I want to please you. Your dick makes me crazy. I love watching you get turned on by me. What do you want, my love?”

I looked at her, my voice soft but eager, “Nida, would you give me a blowjob? I’d love to feel your lips on me, only if you’re ready.” Her eyes widened, her face red, “Sohail, I, I’ve never, but your dick is so hot for you, yes.”

Thank you for reading my story! I hope you felt the love and emotions in Nida and my journey. Writing this took me back to those special days in Bangalore three years ago.

If any girls want to experience the same romance Nida did, please feel free to contact me at [email protected]. I’d love to hear from you!