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Hello all Sujata here again, with the next part of my story. In the previous part we saw how Jitesh fucked me in the hotel with Vijay’s knowledge, and how i fucked with him in the house too. How I purposely gave Vijqay a show of our fuck and watched him Masturbate. I also found out that my son purposely made my profile on a hookup site and was angry with him at first , and when I realised what I got out of it my anger subsided. Now let’s see further.

At first I was angry whether my son thought of me as a slut, and wanted me to sleep with men and take cocks in me? But the lusty me was excited imaging the cock i got and I was thankfully that he made me do it. I called Jitesh and told him I wanted to get fucked in front of Vijay as a part of my fantasy, and also to be a whore in front of him, to which he readily agreed and planned everything. In fact, these things didn’t even make me feel angry about that fact that Jitesh made porn and, fucked women up there.

I was thinking about this.
Me:- Kasla Maanus aahe haa Jitesh, Randibazzi keli, bhadva HOTA ani porn pan banavto. Vijay ne Ka kela te mahit Nahi, but thik aahe At least mala ek dumdaar lund tari milavun dila and konta mala lagna karaycha aahe tyachyashi. Tyaala chut milte Nd mala lund. Aata tar ajun majja yeil Goa madhye. Vijay bhadvya tula majhya chut madhye Lund baghaycha Hota na. Tula aata aathavdha bhar tech dakhavte thumb. (What a person this Jitesh is, a pimp, makes porn etc. why did Vicky do this? But anyways it’s fine. It’s not like I want to marry Jitesh, we are just fuck buddies, he needs a hole and I need a pole. He wanted to see me fuck na, let me show you now)

I went and told Vijay about Jitesh’s plan. That he wanted to spend a vacation with me in Goa. But what will I tell his father was the question. We both were quiet as if thinking about it. Then I said, why don’t you tell him you are going for official work and taking me too. Vijay agreed to it, but little did he know what was he getting into.
The next morning a man came in with a parcel and flight tickets for the night. He opened it, it has a note. Don’t bother to bring clothes I have them ready here, and sending you one for the road. The flight was late in the night, and I did not want anyone to see me in it. So I wore my leggings and Kurta and changed into that dress in the washroom at the airport.

It was a blouse with knot in the front and a skirt which kept my left leg open. I got a message from Jitesh earlier which said, remember you are my whore for the week. I remembered the purpose of the trip,and I wore that dress without the undergarments. As I left the washroom many heads turned and Vijay was just ogling at my boobs, as the blouse just covered 50 percent of them. I gave him a smile and we went and met Jitesh in the parking lot. We both kissed like young horny lovers right in front of Vijay, with my hand moving on his crotch, tongues fighting and his hand mauling my ass.

Me: ” Raha Nahi jaa Raha, chal jaldi Ghar”( can’t wait let’s go home)

I started behaving slutty right from the start. After sitting in the car my, pussy was visible too. And Jitesh had his finger on my vulva. I wanted to suck him, but wanted to take it slow for the big surprise tomorrow. His hands were rubbing my cunt, with Vijay sitting behind me. I purposely let out a moan, and made horny faces he could see in the mirror. We reached the vila in 20 minutes and my pussy was on fire already. It was 2 am in the morning. We reached the Vila, Jitesh showed him his room and the pulled me in the next room. Made me naked and fucked me like a whore. We fucked loud and passionately for 30 minutes. Our time had increased and we were fucking after a week. We slept naked.

The next morning Vijay woke up early. He saw there was a pool and he loved swimming. After his morning chores, he went a took a dip in the pool and that’s were he met his surprise. Jitesh had called a whore, her name was Priya into her late 40’s but busty boobs, nice hips and bubbly ass. She was a horny bitch like me and was paid to fuck with my son. As he was relaxing the water. She went there wearing a skimpy bikini with a robe over it.
P: Hi, I am Priya. Jitesh k mehmaan ho tum? ( Hi, so you are Jitesh’s guest ) you are okay if I swim too right?

Vijay was ogling at her only, a bit awkward too but said yes. She pulled her robe down, and exposed her half naked body. The bikini covered her nipples and some part of the boobs, and she had a thong below.
As she jumped in the water the bikini became transparent and she was practically naked in there now. She was seducing him and I was watching it from the balcony upstairs naked.

She came close to him and i couldn’t hear what she said. They were swimming close for few mins talking.
And the next moment I saw them in a passionate lip lock with hands behind the head and soon his moved to her boobs and hers in his shorts. The kissing and rubbing got intense, his dick was out of his shorts, and her bra top had come off.
Me and Jitesh were already hot. I pulled him with me, and picked our robes just. Mine just ended at my ass and he kept his open. By the time we reached, Vijay had his dick in Priya’s cunt. His back was facing us, and we both got naked, I went on my fours and sucked Jitesh, and he was hard within a couple of mins. Priya was leaning against the pool edge, her leg lifted and Vicky was pounding her pussy. Jitesh took me in the waters and inserted me from behind. I bent and my boobs lay on Vijay’s back,making him startled and stop.

Me: Kashala thambto, chalu thev. Mast jhavto Tu.. aaaah majja aa Raha hai Jitesh aur jor se.( Why are you stopping, keep fucking. It feels so great under water, harder Jitesh, harder.)
Jitesh was pounding me hard and my boobs were rubbing on Vijay’s back. I was loving my son’s touch, and it was making me even more horny. And I think even him, he pounded Priya hard and she released. She signalled me and we all came out of the water and on the bench. We both lay our men on the bench and started sucking them.

Sucking Jitesh next to Vijay’s face was a high turn on for me. Vijay was watching me suck Jitesh’s cock. Then Priya signalled me and we both started riding our men. Two middle aged women with big boobs were straddling their men. We bent and gave our boobs to the men you sucked them like babies. We both had our second orgasm,but the men were not done. I knew Jitesh because he had the tab, but was amazed at Vijay’s stamina. Both the men laid us down next to each other and enter us in missionary. Our bodies were touching and so was theirs they Priya turned and kissed me, and we kept kissing like lovers. While the men pounded us and released in us the same time we did. We were all tired and laid there for a while.

Then both Jitesh and Priya went inside naked to get drinks,leaving the mother son naked on the chair.

Me:- Kashi vaatli Priya chi chut? Majja aali Ka ? (Did you like Priya’s cunt?)

V:- ho, mast aahe.(Yes it is great)

Me:- ” Ti tujhi gift aahe. Pudhche 7 divas jevdha pahije jhav tila,”( She is your gift for the next 7 days, fuck her whenever you want) he looked at me in shock.

Me:- ” Are shock Kay tyaat? Jasa Tu mala tya site var Randi banavun Lund milun dila, tasa mi pan tula ek Randi gift keli. Tujhi aai majja martey mag Tu pan maar.”( Why are you shocked? Like you found me a dick on that app, I returned the favour gifting you a whore. When your mother is enjoying a pole, why don’t you enjoy another hole?)
I taunted him, he got a bit tensed too. But I eased it for him.

Me:- “Relax, mi ragavli nahi.infact mala pan avadta he sex. Tu mala tya hookup platform var Randi sarkha post kela na, mag mi aata tujhi iccha purna karnar, and pudhchye 7 divas mi Jitesh chi Randi bananar aahe.Jasa toh bolel, jithe toh bolel tithe jhavnar mi tyaala, tujhya samor. So mag enjoy karuya pudhche 7 divas.”(Relax,I am not angry, I like it too. But since you put my profile on the hook up app like a hooker, I am going to be one for Jitesh.I will fuck him whenever and wherever he asks me too. And right in front of you. So let’s enjoy this fucking mini honeymoon.)

Just then Jitesh and Priya came with drinks. She had bought the same tab for Vijay. I told her if he fucks so long without the tab, imagine what he will do if he eats it. To which she replied.

P:- ” Are janemaan, tera ladka experienced hai, bohat chut chode hai isne pakka, isliye itni Der tikka. Isliye toh goli de rahi taking mujhe bas chodta rahe. Bohat damdaar chodta hai.”( Yes my dear. Your son is an experienced fucker and has fucked many cunts. That is why I want to give him the tab, so that he keeps ploughing my pussy)

I felt proud of her statement and he had the tab. They kept fucking the whole afternoon and went to sleep only to get up around 9 in the night. They both came down wearing shorts and her satin robe, while I was sitting in Jitesh’s lap kissing him in my robe. We had drinks, and asked Jitesh what was the plan.

I want to fuck you out in the open he said. I obliged. And Priya took me upstairs to get me ready. She gave me a halterneck dress, that failed to cover my bums, was backless and had side-cut from the hip. She did not let me wear any undergarments. She wore a bikini and transparent coverup above it. Did make up on me and Man I did look like the road side sluts.

Jitesh took us to a shady pub. All men were ogling at us. He spoke to some one who guided us through a door and inside it was a new world. It was like a dance bar, loud music and women dancing in skimpy clothes, servers were women too, wearing shorts and bra and dancers I saw were pulling their clothes off.

Priya told me this was a whore house and these were prostitutes luring their customers, and then she mentioned you and me are also one of them and these two are our customers. I had a sparkle in my eyes and even Vijay saw it. I saw one prostitute was sucking a customer. I was getting turned on. That’s when Priya whispered let the show begin and winked at me. She pulled me near the table and we started dancing. I also matched her moves and rubbed my body like she did, we seduced our men. Jitesh held a note in his mouth, and Priya whispered to take it from his mouth with mine. So I bent kissed him and took the note, while he rubbed my naked ass. Vijay did the same thing and Priya took the note while he pressed her melons.

I was too turned on with this. I pulled Priya into a liplock and rubbed our bodies. She whispered to me “my rate for blow job, for one session of fuck, and for the entire night.and told me to strip to seduce Jitesh to make the maximum investment. So she pulled her bra off and her naked boobs were seen, and I pulled my halterneck strap down and exposed out melons. The men asked our rates and we told them like sluts. They said they will decide based on the blowjob we give. And gave us a bunch of notes. We both grabbed the notes, went on our fours on the sofa and started sucking our men. Now Jitesh and Vicky sat next to each other, so he had a very close view of watching his whore mother suck her customers cock.

I felt too horny, fucking amongst prostitutes and felt like one. I loved it. I saw around, and saw a foreigner was watching me such Jitesh’s cock while he fucked a girl there. I was looking at his meaty cock while sucking Jitesh and also gave him seductive looks. Vijay saw me doing it and just gave me a smile.
Then men said let’s go home and fuck. We were about to get up, but I insisted Jitesh

Me:-” tune hi toh Bola bahar chodega mujhe, toh yahi chod le in randiyo k beech.”( You said you would fuck me in the open. Then fuck me here in this whore house.) I stripped naked and started riding Jitesh. Vijay pulled Priya on the sofa in missionary and started fucking her. Our bodies were rubbing as it was a small space. Watching my son’s cock move in and out of the woman’s cunt with her being on the 7th sky, made me feel proud of the cock I produced.
We both were panting and were staring at each other. I don’t know what took over me,and I leaned and pulled Vijay and kissed him. I rode Jitesh hard, and he fucked Priya, while we kissed each other passionately.That kiss was as if the tipping point for everyone and we all had orgasm at the same time.

The foreigner was done too, and he watched me naked panting , smacking his lips. And left the place with the expression that tomorrow I will fuck you.
We cleaned and got dressed. Vijay was kind of staying away. On the way back I sucked Jitesh, and looking at me even Priya sucked Vijay while he drove. When we reached home,we were naked. We all went on the same bed and bent on our fours while our men fucked their bitches from.behind. that night we all slept on the same bed, with me and Priya in between and men on the outside.

But in the morning I saw I was in between Jitesh and Vijay. I wanted to touch Vijay so I turned towards Jitesh, and he was fast asleep. When I turned back I saw Vijay was awake. We both started at each other for a few seconds and soon our lips were locked. At first it was pecks and then we started sucking each others lips. My hand went to his cock, giving him a hand job, while he put his fingers on my cunt. I lifted my body a bit, to put my boobs in his mouth while I rubbed his cock, and he suckled on them. We both were too horny and both released in 5-7 minutes.

We caught out breaths and went to sleep again.

What happend next and how did the vacation Go I will tell you in the next part.

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“Housekeeping” knock, knock, knock.
“Housekeeping” knock, knock, knock.
“Housekeeping” knock, knock, knock.

Nazifa, the housekeeping supervisor, pauses for a bit before using her master key to open the door. The housekeeping department got a call for water bottles and Naz, as Nazifa is often referred to, comes to hand them over.

The department is instructed to take special care of the guest of this room.

The guest is a billionaire and a close friend of the hotel’s CEO. Not only that, the guest is visually impaired and always travels with a companion who occupies the adjacent room. The companion helps the guest in setting up his room, selecting the dress he wears, go around and conduct his business. Once his things are taken care of, the companion leaves the room and waits for the guest to call.

All the senior staff are aware of this.

Upon entering the room, Naz doesn’t see anyone. She presumes that the guest left after asking for water. She walks up and places the bottles on the head-side table adjacent to his bed.

Just then, the toilet door, opposite to the bed, opens and the guest walks out. Naz is frozen with this unexpected entry.

What shocks her is the fact the he’s almost nude, except for the towel wrapped around his waist.

His body is well maintained.
6’1 ft tall.
Medium complexion
Slim with absolutely no flab
Entire body has no trace of hair – other than his eye brows and head.
A mix of black and grey hair.

Looking at him, she thinks he’s probably a bit over 50 years.

There are a few drops of water sliding over his well toned body.

He walks up to the foot side of the bed. That’s when she sees that his dress is placed on the foot side of his bed.

He reaches the bed and searches for his underwear. As he finds it, he picks it up and is about it wear.

Stops suddenly with a frown on his face.

Throws the underwear back on the bed and walks across to the head side of the bed, towards the side table where Naz is.

Naz is now shit scared.

He comes close to her.

She doesn’t know what to do.

She’s still, not knowing what to do.

He comes close to her and says “I don’t know who you are. But by your fragrance, I can say you’re a lady and the fact you’re in my room without me letting you in, says that you’re a hotel staff. You’ve seen me almost nude. And I’m sure you know I can’t see. So it’s only fair that I feel you completely. But I don’t want to do it without your permission. If you’re willing, guide my hand onto your waist. If you’re not comfortable, you may leave now.”

Naz is totally overpowered by the situation. Though he was polite, his voice is deep and commanding.

She just surrenders to the situation…as if someone mesmerised her.

She holds his left hand with her right hand and places it on her bare waist. The hotel uniform is a saree and the adds to the sensuality.

The first touch gives her goosebumps.

He gently runs his finger tips over her bare waist. And slowly runs them up over her curves. Running them over the fabric of the blouse along the side of her chest, over her shoulder and neck.

As he reached the neck, his hand goes behind her neck, inserts his fingers into her hair from the back of her neck, grabs her hair and pulls her head back.

“Aahhh” she shreiks by the unexpected pain.

He bends forward, senses where her exhalations are and gently gives a peck on her lips.

She admires his ability to find the right spot despite his disability.

“Kiss me more” she begs.

She’s surprised at how she surrendered to a total stranger. She’s not only smitten by him totally but is also expressing it shamelessly.

He comes close to her and licks her lips with the tip of his tongue. She gently opens her lips expecting him to kiss.

He withdraws. “Such a tease” she thinks. Just then, he pulls her head to the side and he kisses over her neck and nibbles her shoulder area. As he does that, he tightly grabs her waist with his right hand.

She gasps at his sudden assault and puts her arms around his neck bringing him closer to her. That area is her weakest link and that assault by him and totally got her under his control. Now there’s no going back.

As he continues to passionately kiss her neck region, his hand on the waist moves up to remove her saree from her shoulder. One end of her saree drops like a pile on the floor. His hand goes behind her and skilfully unhooks her blouse and bra in one go exposing her bare back to his hand.

As he rubs her back, she uses her hands to remove her blouse and bra hurriedly.

“Someone is eager to get laid” he smirks as she’s totally embarrassed. She’s blushing but unfortunately he can’t see that beautiful sight.

She grabs his hand and places it over her left boob. He gently caresses her boob and pinches her nipple. She loves the way he’s treating her.

She can’t hold herself back as her hand runs over his chest and pulls off his towel. She then proceeds to grab his erect manhood and begins to run her hand over to size it up. She loves structure and gently pulls his foreskin back. Her hand becomes moist with his precum.

She sits over the bed while holding his cock and pulls him closer so it’s right infront of her eyes. It probably is about 6 inches, dark brown and has a pink head that’s a little larger than the ones she has ever seen.

She licks the precum and slowly inserts the cock inside her mouth. She could take half of it in and begins to gently suck it. As she does it, she puts her other hand around him and grabs his firm butt. What surprises her is that his cock begins to grow stiffer and thicker as she continues to suck it.

After a couple of minutes, he withdraws from her and tries to search the rest of the garments covering her. She understands what he’s trying to do and gently makes him lie over the bed. She then proceeds to undress completely.

Naz then climbs over the bed and bends down to kiss him. They engage in a deep kiss for over a minute.

As she’s straddles across him to ride him, he says “I don’t have a condom.”

She smiles and says “it’s ok. I’m safe and I trust you’re safe as well. Moreover, I want to feel your bare skin and your warm cum inside my pussy.”

She holds his cock, positions her pussy entrance right at its tip and gently pushes it in. May be just an inch and she stops and gasps for breath. “You’ve a thick cock” she exclaims.

That compliment works magic and further thickens his cock while his ego swells.

Naz continues to lower herself further and in a minute her pussy completely engulfs his cock. She gives her pussy a moment so it can adjust to the cock’s girth. As she’s used to that piece of meat, she starts to ride him.

Her husband calls Naz a leaky tap as she cums easily. In less than a minute, she experiences a mind-numbing orgasm. She puts her palms over her chest and is trying to let her body stop trembling.

Now, he can’t wait. He raises his chest and with his cock still in her, he turns Naz over and is now on top of her in missionary. He begins to fuck her immediately. With every passing second, his speed is increasing.

“Keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop” yells Naz as she experiences another orgasm. As her body quivers, he thursts deep into her and begins to cum while groaning out loud.

She hugs him tight while her palm is rubbish his back and says “yeah baby…yeah baby”.

He collapses over her crushing her boobs with his chest.

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I am Vinit, 26 years old. A process trainer at one of the top corporate firms in Mumbai. Young, sharp, and rising through the system. My world was spreadsheets, performance metrics, PowerPoints, and fake motivational emails. That was until she stepped into my life: Divya.

She’s 45, our Regional HR Head, widowed for years, and never remarried. And my personal obsession.

Divya isn’t just a boss; she’s a presence. Every day, she walked in with that commanding air – sarees that hugged her body like they were made just for her, blouses with necklines low enough to make a man forget his name. Her hair was always tied perfectly or left cascading down her back. She had a figure that made my mouth go dry: curvy hips, a thick, round ass, and full 36DD breasts that moved under her silk blouses in slow, hypnotic waves. And she had this smile – half-grin, half-smirk – that always made me feel like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

And I was thinking filthy things.

At first, it was just glances. She’d pass by, heels clicking, and I’d pretend to stay focused on my screen while sneaking looks. During team meetings, when she sat across from me, I couldn’t focus on anything except the slight bounce of her breasts when she laughed or leaned forward.

I had crushes before, but this one turned dark, intense. I started staying late just to see her walk to her car, imagining what she’d wear underneath those tight sarees, what she looked like naked, and what she sounded like when she moaned.

Then came the first time she spoke to me alone.

It was post-lunch, and the office was buzzing. I was refilling my coffee when she walked in beside me.

“You’re Vinit, right? Process trainer?” she asked.

I nodded, instantly alert.

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re quite popular with the new joiners. I’ve heard a lot about your sessions.”

“Good things, I hope,” I said, trying to stay calm.

She tilted her head. “Very good. Sharp. Charming. A bit bold, maybe. But… effective.”

I didn’t know how to respond. She turned, fixed herself a cup of green tea, and just before walking away, said, “You and I should have coffee sometime. I like sharp men.”

I stood there, frozen, my heart pounding.

That coffee happened two days later, in the cafeteria, then in her office, and then outside work.

We talked about everything – work, life, books, movies. There was a connection, but always with this underlying current of something more. Her touches lingered a second too long, her eyes dropped to my lips more than once, and, god, her laugh – it went straight to my cock.

Weeks passed, and texts turned flirty. We exchanged voice notes after midnight. She’d send me pictures from events she attended: sarees, dresses, and sometimes a bit more revealing than necessary. One time, she sent me a picture in a silk robe, saying it was an accident.

It wasn’t.

Then came the first date, which she called casual.

“Wine and views,” she said, inviting me to a rooftop bar.

She showed up in a deep maroon saree with a sleeveless blouse that clung to her chest like a second skin. Her cleavage was impossible to ignore, and my jaw clenched the whole night as my pants got tighter every time she leaned in and touched my arm.

“You know, Vinit,” she said after the third glass of wine, “you’re dangerously easy to talk to.”

I smiled. “You’re dangerously hard to resist.”

She looked at me for a long moment, no words, just heat.

That night ended with a kiss – deep, slow, her hand gripping the back of my neck, her tongue teasing mine. Before pulling away, she whispered, “I like slow burns. Don’t fuck it up.”

The second date was at her home.

Her place was elegant, classy, with candles, wine, and soft music. She opened the door in a black silk robe that barely hid anything, and I could see the curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her thighs.

“Nervous?” she asked, pouring wine.

“Hard,” I replied.

She laughed. “Good. I like honesty.”

We sat on the couch, close, her thigh brushing mine. The wine made us bolder, or maybe the tension had built up too long.

I leaned in, and she didn’t stop me. Our lips met again – this time hungrier, wetter, deeper. Her robe slipped open, and my hand found her breast: full, warm, soft, with a hard nipple I couldn’t wait to taste.

“Wait,” she whispered. “Take your time. Explore me. I’ve waited long enough.”

She led me to her bedroom – dim lights, big bed, soft sheets.

I undressed her slowly, kissing her neck, then down to her breasts. I sucked her nipples, bit them gently, loving the way she moaned. My hands slid over her wide hips, gripped that ass I’d dreamed about. She was wet already, her pussy glistening, shaved clean.

She dropped to her knees and freed my cock – thick, veined, 7.5 inches of rock-hard hunger. She looked up at me, licked her lips, and then took me into her mouth.

She sucked like she was starving – deep, slow, with a rhythm that made my knees buckle. Her tongue circled the tip, then took me in deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I held her hair, moaning.

She stood up, smiled wickedly, and whispered, “Now lie down. Let me ride that young cock.”

I obeyed.

She climbed on top, guided me inside her. Her pussy was tight, warm, soaked. She let out a deep moan as I filled her.

“God, Vinit… you feel so fucking good.”

She rode me slow at first, grinding, her breasts bouncing in front of me. I grabbed them, licked and sucked her nipples, while she increased the pace. Her nails scratched down my chest, her eyes wild.

“You like being used by your boss?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Then take it.”

She slammed down harder, faster. My hands gripped her hips, helping her ride me into madness. I felt the orgasm building.

“Please, Ma’am… can I cum?”

She leaned down, bit my earlobe, and whispered, “Fill me. Now.”

I exploded inside her, my cock pulsing, shooting deep. She moaned loud, her own climax hitting as she clenched around me.

We lay there after, tangled, sweaty, breathless.

She kissed my chest. “You’re mine now.”

And I didn’t want to belong to anyone else.

The end.

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Hello all Sujata here with next part of my story.
In the previous part we saw how I brought Vijay on my whore trip to Goa, gifted him a whore and openly fucked with Jitesh in front of him at home and at the whore house.
How I was tempted to kiss him and how we played with each other. Let’s see further.

After playing with each other we went to sleep again. I woke up the in the afternoon, watching Vijay face me as he fucked Priya in missionary. She presses my boobs,as he pounded her looking at me and smiling. I felt he was fucking her, but imagining me. So I decided to give him a good view. I moved to Priya and kissed her, while below I spread my legs, to show him my cunt and started fingering me. He gave her deep strokes and she was moaning loudly, I gave my boobs in her mouth as she sucked on them,I fingered myself.

Watching his mother joining him in sex kind of made my son mad and he started pounding her pussy harder now. Thap thap thap was the noise that was cumming along with Priya and my moans. In five minutes we all released one after the other, and this time he did not release inside her, he pulled out and sprayed it on our faces. I was shocked, Priya was smiling. She licked the cum on my face and we kissed and shared the cum with each other. She made me gulp it down. He lay there in my naked lap, as we shared the cum. I asked him to go get fresh and get us some water.

Me and Priya laid there naked when I spoke to her.
Me:- “Kaisa laga Mera beta?”( How did you find my son?)

P:-” Tere jaisa chuddakad. Bohat aag hai isne, and Uske pata hai aurat kaise chodte hai. Mera bohat saalo k baad Pani nikala hai and jab SE tere bete SE Mili Hu, bas Pani hi nikala Raha hai Mera.”( He is a fucker like you. He has got good stamina. I have cum after a long time, and he has made me cum twice in every fuck we had. )” Tu bata Randi, Tu bhi Kam chinaal Nahi hai, Dekha Maine kaise us gore Ka Lund Dekh rahi thi aur line de rahi thi.” (And you are a slut too, I saw you eye the foreigner while sucking Jitesh)

Me:- I blushed at first. ” Haan uska size kafi bada tha, and Woh mujhe hawas k nazro SE Dekh Raha tha. Usse MERI chut geeli ho gayi this”( yes, he was big and was watching me with hungry eyes. I got wet down there)

P:- toh chud jaati usse. Jitesh dalla hai aise bhi, Woh gora dollar deta toh bech deta tujhe. ( So you should have fucked with him, he would have given Jitesh some money for fuck you.,) Wise Kaha dhanda karti hai Tu? Kaun hai tera dalla? ( Whcih whore house do you work for, and who is your pimp)

Listening to her made me feel like a cheap slut. And Vijay walked in with water. Looking at him it came out of my mouth.

Me:- yeh hai na, Mera beta. Yehi hai Mera dalal. Isine mere andar k Randi KO pehchaana and bahar nikala.”( He is, my son, he is my pimp)

She was shocked at this at first.

P:- ” Kismat waali hai Tu k Aisa beta Mila. But ek Randi pehle Apne bhadva SE chudti hai. Kitne Baar choda isne?”( You are lucky you have a son like him. But a whore is first fucked by his pimp??) then she turned to Vijay and asked, ” Kyu re kitni Baar tune apni mas chodi?” He just shied. She continued “Waise tere bete KO malum hai aurat chodna,aur stamina bhi Acha hai. Yeh dhande main ghusa toh bohat kamayega “( your son knows to fuck a women well. If he gets into business he will earn handsomely)

I was puzzled to which she told me what a Gigolo is , and how there are high profile women who hire men to fuck regularly. I saw Vijay was looking interested. Just then Jitesh walked in and smooched me. He had already done bath and had got us some food. Me and Priya decided to have bath together, and I enquired all about Gigolo part. Looking at my interest, she extended an offer.

P:-” main tere bete KO dhande main utar sakhti Hu, but ek shart hai meri. Tere bete k Lund ne mujhe diwana Bana Diya hai, Tu isse Mera pati Bana,MATLAB meri bhi Lund ki pyaas bhuj jaayegi aur dhanda bhi Bana rahega. Saare paise tum Rakh Lena, bas mujhe Isla Lund de dena”{ I can launch your son in the business, but you have to get him married to me
His cock has made me crazy and I want it. I will get his cock and you get the money)

I told her, my husband won’t agree to getting him married to a 16 year older woman. She got sad, I kissed her and said she can come and fuck with him whenever she wants. We came out of the bath, wearing our satin robes. We were sitting and eating when I asked Jitesh, how did he intend to fuck his whore today? He gave me the choice to decide and I looked at Vijay, and he said, he wanted to see his whore mother get fucked on a beach. And he knew a lonesome spot where we good go and fuck naked on the beach. Then let’s go and honor my son’s wish I said.

It was 5 in the evening, and Vijay took us to a cliff, made us walk for 20 mins. Priya got me a thin bikini that covered my nipples and was tied at the front, while the panty was just hanging by a thread. Over this I wore a netted cover up, while she was dressed in a thin satin cover up. It was indeed a lonely place and midway through Jitesh got a call. Since the network was not great, he told us to carry on and he will join in a few mins. He kissed me and told me to enjoy, while he’ll get the call and come back.

We all walked and to my surprise I saw a guy there. I complaint that this is not lonely, to which Priya said, does it even matter to us whores! And there is a surprise for you. As we walked closer I saw the guy was same foreigner from the club yesterday. Priya went to talk to him and I looked at Vijay.
He said to me :- ” Surprise. Tula pahije hota na hyaacha, mag aata the.” ( You wanted to fuck him right now take him )

I looked at him like what? I am here with my bf and you want me to cheat on him? He smiled at me and said yes. He is not marrying you, and neither are you. You both are not committed, then how does it matter. The slut inside you wants to try his cock, then go ahead do it. Priya has got him caught up there and he won’t be here for another 30 more mins.

He walked to me, and he already had a hard-on. He must be in his 50’s a couple of years older than me. With a dad bod, Israeli male.
The man:- you look hot baby, what’s your rate?
I looked at him and said :- ” it depends, it can be free if you fuck my brains out, and you don’t have much time before my customer comes in.”

The man:-” then what are we waiting for ?”

He pushed my head down, and I went on my knees while his dick popped out of his underwear. it was a meaty 8 inch long and thick dick. I looked at Vijay, and he signalled me to go for it. And I started sucking his cock. I knew we did not have much time, but wanted to give him all the fun. I spat on it and made it wet with my saliva, while he removed my sarong and pulled the bra string. I sucked him for a few mins and then I got up. I pulled my panties down and he wanted to put his dick in me, instead he pulled me on his face, and licked me. He was an amazing licker and he brought me to the peak in a couple of mins.
He stopped, and I looked at him in eagerness. He pushed me down and inserted his dick in me in one go. I was so wet that the dick went in nice and easy. And he made me straddle him.

Aaaah aaaah. Was all I did, and I looked around and found that Priya was naked and was sucking Vijay’s cock. He was looking at me fucking like a whore and loving it. That gave me the boost and I bent forward and started kissing the man, while he fucked me hard. Then he turned me on the 4s, and inserted me from behind. Vijay turned Priya facing me in doggie and we both started kissing each other. This made the men go crazy and they started fucking our pussies like dogs. The bent on us, held our boobs and kissed our legs while the dicks ploughed us, and they fucked us for nice 20 minutes before the cummed on our faces. Priya spotted Jitesh coming back and from far. So we quickly told him to leave. But he did not before I gave him a nice smooch and boob suck session. When he was done he took some money, and gave it to me. I took it kissed him and he left from the back.
I gave the money to my pimp, that is my son and said.
Me:- ” tujhya aai chi Randi mhanun pahili Kamai, and mi majhya bhadvyalach denar so Tula dete.( This is my first income as whore and so I am giving it to my pimp) I kissed him and thanked him. “Thank you majhyaatli Randi baher kadhlis te. Aata mi pan Priya sarkhi Lund ghenar.”( Thank you for bringing the whore out in me, now I will become a whore and you will be my pimp. )

He was hard again and the meds that we took had made us super horny. Jitesh walked in and I pulled him near, hurriedly pulled his shorts and started sucking him we all went to the sea naked and both men fucked us again. We three had just had sex, but still we had another session, all because of the meds. After the fuck, it was dark already. The men made us walk only with the cover ups and before sitting in the car I think someone saw us. We all came back home and had bath together. I came and stood naked in front of the mirror and saw myself, with swollen pussy lips, teeth marks on my boobs, shoulders necks and a wet pussy still wanting cocks. I remembered Priya’s offer, and decided to talk with her.

What happend next and how I turned my son a Gigolo and how I became a whore with my husband as my pimp, I will tell you in the next part

It was the Summer of 2025, 3 men and 2 ladies decided to break free from the routine (and mundane) life and have some fun. All five of us traveled to Goa. All married but not to each other. The idea was to have unrestrained fun. All day and night. For 3 nights and 4 days.

Five of us – Pranshi, Subhra, Lokesh, JD, and I- were craving action without having to worry about spouses, kids, phone calls, and work. We planned meticulously for our trip given we were traveling from different locations, and had different natures of jobs and responsibilities. Found a large plush villa in North Goa with a private swimming pool, secluded and with self-check-in option. We booked a self-drive car, big enough to fit all five of us comfortably and still leave a lot of space 😉

The interesting part of the trip was that it had a good mix of solid planning of logistics and a lot of surprises around people and what was in store for them. I was the common thread amongst all of us. While I have known the men for over a decade, I had met Pranshi and Subhra independently during my work trips.

Physically, all of us are reasonably good-looking and in our late 30s/early 40s. Mentally, we are adventurous and experimental but planned meticulously given the high stakes. We all got ourselves tested for STD infections because we didn’t want to have any apprehensions during the act. All were clean.

I was flying in from Singapore, Lokesh and JD from Bangalore, Pranshi, and Subhra from Mumbai. We all landed between 2-4 PM on Thursday and the car was already waiting for us at the Dabolim airport.

We didn’t want to attract a lot of attention and after exchanging smiles and some small talk, we hopped into the car. I chose to drive, which I later realized was a mistake. JD was sitting next to me. Lokesh, Pranshi, and Subhra were in the back seat while the last row was empty.  Lokesh is chatty and quickly becomes comfortable with both the girls. JD is shy and takes time to open up. It was an hour-long drive which took about 90 minutes because of the traffic.

Lokesh started getting naughty in the car, with one hand on the left thigh of Shubra and the other on the right thigh of Pranshi.  Shubra is 36, 5”7” and is blessed with a figure to die for 36C-28-36. She was wearing a black dress that barely reached her knees.

Pranshi, on the other hand, is more mature at 42 and is luckier when it comes to her assets. At 5’5” and 38C-30-38, her curves stood out and could drive men crazy. She was wearing a short dress with a flower print, barely covering her thighs and showing ample cleavage.

By the time we hit North Goa, Lokesh was already rubbing Pranshi’s pussy and crushing Shubra’s firm boobs. The mild moans were distracting me and I was feeling stupid for choosing to drive. JD got horny too and was rubbing his dick with his shorts on while I could only feel jealous. Closer to the villa, we bought booze, vapes, condoms, and finger food. We reached around 6 PM and getting a bit dark. By the time I had parked, the concoction of traffic, moans, and sexual tension had driven me nuts and I was experiencing a mild headache.

We got into the villa. It had three rooms. Three men chose their respective rooms and the ladies got an option to choose their partner for tonight. Subhra walked into my room on the first floor, Pranshi shifted with JD on the ground floor and Lokesh was alone in his room, which was on the first floor. He was clearly disappointed but was still okay given he had gotten his share of fun in the car. Plus there were no boundaries amongst us. All the doors of the room were open for everyone. All the time

The moment Shubhra and I entered our room, we hugged each other tight and started kissing passionately. I am 6’1” and with her heels on Subhra was as tall as me. She started walking towards the mirror, a tall human-size mirror, and checked herself out. I followed and hugged her from behind, holding her by the waist and licking her neck. I was wearing tight green shorts and a grey T-shirt. My throbbing dick was poking her butt crack. I held her tight, started massaging her boobs, biting her ear lobes, and poking her ass hard. She let a moan out. I moved my right hand and started rubbing her pussy with panties on only to realize that her panties were soaked. Think Lokesh had good fun in the car.

I bent down on my knees, while she was still facing the mirror and started biting her ass cheeks gently. She spread her legs and before she knew I had relieved her of her panties. I turned her around, and started licking and sucking her pussy. My tongue darted deep inside her while my nails dug into her ass cheeks. As I tongue-fucked Subhra, my hand started teasing her asshole, rubbing it and occasionally fingering it. Her moans were getting louder and she spread her legs further. She was holding me by the hair while I was eating her pussy. With a loud moan, she came into my mouth. I gulped it all and sucked her dry. This is where getting ourselves tested for STDs came in handy.

I got up, lifted her in my arms, and threw her in the bed. She got on her fours, with her knees at the edge of bed and I was standing right behind her. I got rid of T-shirts and shorts but let the briefs stay on. My dick was teasing her asshole while I bent over her and held her by boobs only to realize she had gotten rid of her bra. This drove me super crazy and with my chest on her back, throbbing dick near her asshole, I was kneading her boobs and twitching the nipples. Her moans were getting louder and her hand reached for my dick. Finding that I was still covered, she blurted, “Nikaal apna lund harami aur phaad de meri chut”. A raw language from an otherwise sophisticated Shubra turned me on. I got rid of the brief and lifted her dress to get a full view of her buttery smooth but firm ass. I pushed her back towards the bed, lifted her buttock, and held her by her hair. Before she could feel the pain of her hair getting pulled, I shoved my dick inside her well-lubricated pussy.

She further spread her legs, and I got my grip adjusted, holding her hair with my left hand and placing the right hand on her hips. I started moving back and forth, occasionally spanking her ass hard while she moved along with me in rhythm. As I started humping her hard, my balls were slapping her ass cheeks and her moans filled the room.

After humping for a few minutes we were both sweaty and a few of my sweat drops hit her ass cheeks. I paused for a minute, bent over her back and got hold of both the boobs, and started pounding again. I felt the contraction of her pussy and she came one more time with a loud moan. I was on the edge of coming. This is when Lokesh walked in grinning and nursing his dick.

What happened after it? A lot. Stay tuned. We have just got started.

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Hello guys, welcome back. Let’s continue the story without any further ado.

As I previously mentioned Meenal and I had sex regularly. We also had some intimate photos and videos of us together. I also proposed to Meenal to fuck her ass but she always said no. Her ass was not too great so I didn’t force her. But this changed.

A very innocent, rich and handsome boy had struck Meenal’s eye and now she wanted him. She finally trapped him and he fell in love with her. Meenal now wanted to end what we have but I cannot easily let go of my daily pleasure. So I made Meenal an offer.

I said, “You bring back Dimple back into my life and then you can leave. After all it’s because of you that she is not with me”. Tbh I was also bored with Meenal. She lacked the figure that Dimple had. Every time I hugged Meenal or fucked in Missionary her chest felt empty. Also, Meenal was somewhat dominating and tough to control.

Meenad said it was not possible and told me how she had gaslighted Dimple against me. I got angry knowing that and told her that I would spoil her new relationship. She got scared and requested to wait. She ensures that she will convince Dimple to come with me.

She went to Dimple and god knows how but Dimple texted me in the evening. I have to agree that Dimple was such a stupid goat or should I say Meenal was a cunning manipulative fox. Tbh, I didn’t care until I was getting what I wanted. After some manipulation from Meenal and me, Dimple was back again with me.

Now I immediately didn’t ask her for sex because I knew I had to restart. So I took her out, had some cakes and movies and did some romantic gestures. She started to like me again and then came the day I knew I might have a chance. It was my birthday and as you know, birthdays are best for asking for gifts.

In the evening, I took Dimple to a romantic candlelight dinner and proposed to her and she agreed to be my gf again. We hugged and I kissed her lips. The surroundings were quiet so Dimple also reciprocated and we kissed for 2 minutes.

I told her to stay at my place tonight. She rejected it at first but then I made a sad face So she agreed. We reached my room and Dimple went to the washroom to freshen up. I set the lighting and other things to make her mood. When she came out she looked hot.

She was wearing a maroon one piece, she opened her hair and her face had a few drops of water. Her hands and legs were properly waxed and her skin was shining. She was prepared for tonight and sat near me on the bed. I held her hand, put the hairs behind her ear and then went to kiss her neck from the side.

She squirmed but I continued kissing her neck and now I was also leaving saliva on her neck. I made her lie on the bed, came on top of her and smooched her passionately. Soon it turned into a French kiss best Dimple wasn’t a great kisser.

After kissing her I slowly went to her chest and licked there and with my hands, I removed her sleeves from the shoulders. I made her stand and removed her dress completely. She was wearing a matching creme-colored bra and panty (later I found out it was Meenal’s suggestion to her).

I told her to turn around and show me her ass and there I could see the flesh I was missing in Meenal. I opened my shirt and jeans and jumped on her.

I again kissed her hard and pressed her boobs over her bra. She was moaning into my mouth but I pressed and kissed harder. I moved to her neck and gave a bite and she shouted “Aah, ouch, ye mat karo Jay. Mark reh jaega”

I turned her around and I bit her back and held her wrists tightly. Her brown back was getting red. She tried to push me away so I held her bra strap from behind and told her to stay.

She resisted so I pulled her strap and hit her hard. She shouted “Jay, dukh rha hai… Aise karoge to nhi karungi”. I licked her neck and earlobe and said “Sorry baby, par maza aa rha hai”.

I again kissed her entire back and sometimes bit her. She was constantly moaning aah aah. I opened her strap stood up and told her to stay in this position. I admired her beauty, silky back with red bite marks and a bra strip hit and her ass was constantly twitching. What a view!

I turned her around again removed her bra and attacked her breasts. I mauled the right one while sucking the left. They were barely fitting in my hand. That’s the thing I was missing in Meenal.

She was moaning and shouting when I bit her but her hands were roaming in my hair and she was enjoying it as well. I sucked, mauled, and bit the boobs with my heart’s content and then I slid one hand into her panties.

She was wet and had trimmed her pubic hairs. Her pussy was smooth as compared to the previous time. I began rubbing my hand on her pussy lips and her moaning increased.

I slid one finger into her vagina which was pretty tight and warm. She shouted but I put my other hand in her mouth. My both hands started the action and my mouth was constantly biting her boobs. The sensation of pain and pleasure was making her mad.

I removed my hand from her mouth and allowed her to moan and breathe. When I sensed she was about to cum I withdrew my hand from her pussy. She was in shock.

I said it’s my bday today so I will be the one to cum first and directed her to please my cock. She half heartedly removed my underwear. My cock sprung out.

She first rubbed it slowly with her fingers but after some time it was frustrating me. So I told her to apply saliva and she did the same. Now the friction reduced and I began to enjoy it.

I told her to take it in mouth and she didn’t want to upset me on my bday. She licked the tip and slowly took the bulb in her mouth. I told her to stay and keep her mouth open with her tongue out.

After that, I slide my cock inside her and touched her throat and came out. She gagged but I liked it. I made her wear her specs and told her to look me in the eye when I did it and don’t stop me.

I again slide my cock in and this time I slowly started to fuck her mouth. Saliva was drooling from her mouth but she just held my thighs tightly and didn’t object. I continuously touched her throat and her eyes had tears.

She was looking great in her specs, with a cute open mouth and tongue and my black cock exploring her mouth. Her breath was heavy and her boobs were moving up and down.

I was about to cum so I held her head and put my cock deep in her throat and made her stay there. She shouted “Mmmm mmm” but I left her only after depositing my semen in her throat.

She was breathing heavily and tears were in her eyes but I just fell on the bed and relaxed. She ran towards the bathroom gargled and came back. She was angry at me so I decided to please her again.

I made her sit on my mouth and rubbed her pussy giving her ultimate pleasure. I inserted one finger and then 2 and continuously rubbed her pussy with my tongue. She was moaning like crazy.

I also bit her sometimes and she pulled my hair which I liked. Finally, she came all over my face and fell on me in the 69 position. After relaxing for 5 minutes I came and slept near her and I kissed her to make her taste her own cum.

She tasted it and she didn’t like the taste so she started to apologize. I liked the taste but I decided to use this opportunity and asked her for sex. She was tired but to compensate she agreed and thought it would be over like the last time. But she forgot I had ample practice with Meenal.

I started pounding her in missionary and with each stroke she was feeling the pain. With Meenal, I always had hard sex and her petite body would be in pain after that. She also used to miss class the next day.

But Dimple wasn’t aware of it. After 10 strokes she was crying and requested me to slow down. I said it’s not in my control. I feel so much energy that I need to take it on something.

She said please hold something release your energy there. So I held her boobs and since her pussy was paining she agreed. I gave long slow strokes now but I was mauling her boobs and pinching her nipples. She was feeling the pain and pleasure together so was ok with it.

But after some time her boobs also started to pain and I wasn’t done. So I told her to turn into doggy style (which I wanted because she had some curves as I mentioned in the first part). She agreed and turned in a doggy pose.

I was turned on very much now because of the flesh on her sides and also her fatty ass. I first held her side skin entered her and started giving hard strokes. She stopped me after 5-6 strokes and told me you’re hurting me again.

So I said lemme handle your ass and she immediately denied it (I wanted to fuck her asshole but I knew it would be too much of an ask). So I said I will maul them just like your boobs. She thought ass has more fat so it will pain less so she agreed.

I again started fucking her and simultaneously spanked her ass continuously. She was moaning and became all sweaty and was in pain. I made her ass cheeks red.

I was on the verge of cumming so I thought lemme give her pleasure so she would lemme fuck again. I stopped spanking and dragged my tongue on her backline and licked her sweat.

She got surprised and wet. I kissed her earlobes and started giving slow and deep strokes and inserted my tongue in her ear and then kissed her lips from behind.

I asked her if she wanted to ride me but she denied saying she was tired and wanted to end it. I said ok and turned her and started fucking her from the front. I lip-locked her and fucked her nicely and also licked her neck and boobs. She also was on the verge so we both came together.

I slept on her side and kissed her and said this is the best bday gift I ever received. I also gave her her favorite chocolate just to lighten her mood. Then we slept in each other’s arms.

Thanks for reading and there are more parts to come so stay tuned. You can contact me at [email protected]

Hi guys! This is Nikhil again. It has been a long time since I have written our story. I lost my Gmail account, which I used for feedback, and without knowing the feedback on my last story, I wasn’t motivated to write another one. I am now 34 years old, and Priya is 32. These are true incidents and a continuation of my previous stories.

So, things between me and Priya became regular. We either met at her house for fun, under the pretext of tutoring her, or we sneaked into my house by cutting class while my parents were at the office. The only change we had from the previous stories is that we started using condoms.

One such day, I brought her home during the morning, after both my parents had left for work. She was in her uniform. She sometimes carries sexy outfits to spice things up. Once we reached home, she went straight to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. After a few minutes, she opened the door, and she was wearing a red short dress that was way above her thigh length, with a spaghetti strap. She looked stunning in that piece of clothing.

I walked over to her and grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer to me. I was intoxicated by her. I planted a kiss on her lips while grabbing her perfectly shaped ass, and she started reciprocating the kiss immediately.

I lifted her up and went to the living room, where we usually had sex. Without breaking the kiss, I took her to the living room and placed her on the couch.

I started kissing her legs from the thighs and worked my way down to her pussy, as usual, but this time I was so turned on by her that I didn’t try to tease her and started licking her pussy by parting her panties to the side. She was moaning with pleasure and ran her fingers through my hair. As I mentioned in my previous stories, she cums fast and has chain orgasms. She started cumming one after another while I was licking and fingering her pussy, and finally collapsed on the couch.

After a couple of minutes, she crawled over to my side of the couch and started kissing me. She made her way down and removed my jeans and started licking my cock from tip to bottom. She went on to suck my balls while stroking my cock. She slowly kissed her way back to the tip of my cock and wrapped her lips around it.

While she was sucking my cock, my phone started ringing. As the phone was next to us, we saw the name on the caller ID, and Priya froze.

It was her mother calling me. Both of us started panicking. So many thoughts crossed our minds, like how she found out that we are together.

She asked me not to pick it up. But as she called for the second time, I picked up the call and started talking to her casually, and from her talks, I understood that she was just making casual conversation. Priya was also listening to this and got relieved, and the sly minx just went down and started playing with my cock again.

I looked at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing through my facial expressions. She paid no heed and started sucking me off even more passionately.

There I was, talking to Priya’s mother on the phone while getting blown by her. It was a different kind of pleasure. As I was enjoying the moment, her mom asked me a question that got us both tensed again.

Priya’s mom: Nikhil, I know you are her best friend. I have been noticing Priya lately, being so secretive about her phone calls and all. Tell me the truth, is she having any relationship?

Me: No, aunty. There is nothing like that.

Priya’s mom: Son, don’t try to protect her. I know that she would have told you about this. Tell me his name.

So many thoughts ran through my head at that time. Just like in the movies, everything was in slow motion for me. I could see Priya showing hand signs to tell her that there is nobody like that.

Me: That’s me, aunty. She is talking with me. We are in a relationship.

Priya’s mom: Don’t try to save her. Please tell me who it is.

Me: I am telling the truth, aunty. We are in a relationship.

There was silence everywhere. Her mom didn’t know how to respond. Priya had her hands over her head, and her mom just cut the call.

She started shouting at me.

Priya: What the fuck did you do, Nick? What do you think will happen now?

Me: I don’t know. I panicked. But I think it was the right thing to do. Get ready, let’s go back to college.

Priya: Where do you think you are going? You think we will get another chance to be alone again? Forget what happened for a while and fuck me like no tomorrow.

I got an instant hard-on when I heard her say that. She came and put the condom on me.

I pushed her onto the couch, spread her legs, and started ramming my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, and I leaned into kiss her without stopping the thrusts. I sensed her orgasm building up, and I increased the pace of my thrusts, and we both climaxed simultaneously.

I was still hard. I wanted more, and by the looks of her, she did too.

I sat on the couch while she removed the condom and sucked my cock clean. She helped me with another condom, and this time sat on my lap. My cock slipped right into her already dripping, used pussy, and she started riding me. Her tits were bouncing right in front of my face. I grabbed those jiggling tits with both my hands and took turns sucking her nipples one by one.

She kept on going for a while, and once her movement slowed down, I leaned back a little and held her hips and started thrusting upwards. As I was about to cum, she jumped down and removed the condom and started blowing me again till I unloaded my entire load into her mouth, which she gulped down hungrily.

After swallowing it all, she came and sat next to me, hugging. We sat like that for some time, talking about what was going to happen now.

I would love to write about what happened next and about our other adventures if I get some response to the story, both positive and negative.

Feel free to contact me for your feedback at [email protected]. I’m awaiting your responses and feedback to start writing another one of our sex stories.

Hello Everyone. Sujata here with the next part of my story. In the previous part we saw how, my son Vijay convinced me to date, put me on a site where people find fuck buddies, found me a badass man, who fucked me like a whore. I returned the favor by taking him on a trip, gifting him a milf whore, and how he made me cheat my bf, and fuck on the open beach with a Israeli male, who paid me for fucking him. The whore I gifted loved his fucking skills and wanted to make him a gigolo and made me an offer to get him married to her, make him a Gigolo and earn money. Now lets see further.

After the hard fuck at the beach, and getting my pussy rammed for a couple of days, my labia was swollen and my body was filled with teeth marks. We all decided to take rest and have a break. Both men went to sleep. Me and Priya were awake, and decided to rejuvenate ourselves in the jacuzzi. We were naked with our big titties floating in the jacuzzi and the hot spray on our cunt lips soothing it.

I saw Priya was desperate to get my son’s cock and as I had said no to her earlier, she tried to enquire more. We both were quiet with our thoughts. I was reminiscing the past 6 months on how my life changed. A pious women who never wore anything other than a saree in public, is now walking naked and getting fucked by random cocks like a whore in public. And my bastard son made me a whore, and pimped me to Jitesh first, and then the Israeli man. The moral side of me wanted to get back at him and punish him, whereas the slutty side of me was happy of him getting me cocks and even liking the time I gave him a handjob and kissed him wild. Priya read my mind and asked what am I thinking.

I told her I was interested in her offer of getting my son into business watching his stamina, but my husband was the big barrier, and cannot leave him. I also wanted to enjoy sex like this, but how can I when he is around and all that. She said let me help and asked me about my husband. I told her, he is a decade older than me, but doesn’t look like as he is fit and does farming. Her initial response was, now I understand where he gets this stamina, A farmer’s son! She asked me how my husband in bed was, and when I thought about 20 years ago, I realized yes he was good and satisfied me quite well then. Its just that when we had children it automatically stopped. We went silent for a while again and now she was thinking. She spoke in few mins.

P: “ Ek idea hai. Tera pati mujhse tere bete ki shaadi nahi karvayega, but meri beti se to karva hi sakhta hai?” ( Your husband won’t get him married to me, but he will get him married to my daughter for sure).

Me: “ Aise hi nahi karvayenge, bohat jaach padtaal karke fir pasand aaya toh karenge.” (Not so easily, he will do a lot of investigation).

We kept talking like this, then dried ourselves and went in and slept naked. The next day I did not fuck, I gave Jitesh, a good blowjob by the pool, nice boob rub and let him maul my body the entire day. But with the meds he gave, I couldn’t stay without it for long. That night he brought his demand back, saying he wanted to record our fuck. I smartly asked him lets do it out in the open in the wood, and make it memorable. Priya knew Jitesh well and had warned me, that he would make my videos, and use it wrongly and in the end could end up pulling me in porn or as a whore. So we both planned it well. That night we all went camping. The men set up the tents, fire, and some light enough to record our video. Vijay smartly put his phone for recording it, and turned off the camera. Priya and me wore and spaghetti sun dress, with lacy bra and thongs beneath. It showed off our legs totally. We both gave our men a lap dance. Stripped as we did it and soon their cocks started going in or holes. We all fucked like there was no tomorrow as it was the last night, out there in the open, and the men ploughed our pussies. They brought us back naked to the villa, and since it was the last day we all fucked till we left for the airport. In all this the video was never sent to Jitesh, and as we parted at the Mumbai airport. But I had already planned the next moves with Priya.

Now Priya told me she had a daughter, whom she tried to save and keep away from her prostitution part of life, but she being her daughter and as horny as her, was always in search of cocks and ready to take any in her. Priya found out she was dating a couple of slum boys, only for sex. She stopped her and scared the boys away,. She promised her daughter that she will get her a person who will satisfy her. As her daughter was not the kind of girl, boys would want to date. She was plump, a little tummy, but like her mother he had nice pair of tits and ass. She was educated and had a good job, and Priya had stopped being a whore. But her hunger for sex brought her back. Now that she found a good cock, she wanted to settle with one only. She asked her daughter to become a slut, but Vijay’s and tell her about his business and cock sharing with her. Her horny Daughter was ready at once.

We both were back now for a week, and I did not fuck. Jitesh was AWOL, and not reachable. But the tabs that he gave kind of had an overdose effect and we both mother son were horny. I would be in those skimpy nighties in front of Vijay, at time we both masturbated eachother but nothing more than that. I shared it with Priya, she put her plan in motion already, and planned the first client for Vijay. I got a bit jealous,and that night I slept naked and masturbated vigorously. When he came in the morning and we shared about how it was, I got naked and masturbated in front of him, I made him show his cock. My husband came home that day, and all my sexy nighties went in hiding and we executed the plan straight.

Vijay’s marriage was on the cards, so we had made his profile on matrimony site and there we told me we got a prospect in Tejal. He straight enquired about it. Talked to Priya who behaved like a very reserved women. We decided the we will come and meet them at their place. She had rented a house in outskirts of Mumbai. On the day we had decided to go, I made excuses of slipping and tripping. My husband thought of cancelling, but I insisted on him going alone, as I wanted this to happen. All this was a part of plan and my husband reached her house. Once there she was going to give him the tabs, exite him and make him fuck her, and offer her pussy if he agreed to get Vijay married to Tejal. My husband called me saying he was not well and was staying back, which meant her plan had worked.

Vijay was servicing a client that night, and was away. Everyone was getting action except me and I was horny as hell. The next morning to my surprise, I got a call from my husband saying he has some urgent matters to tend to and he will come back in the night. I assumed he was staying back to fuck her more. As soon as I kept her call, Vijay called, and informed that Jitesh is coming over, so get ready for him, and wear something exciting. I was happy that I was going to get a cock now. I had bath and got dressed in a transparent robe and naked inside. I was busy in getting ready, when I felt someone in around. I looked up and saw it was my husband. I was caught off guard. I saw him looking at me like a whore and with lust, rubbing his dick over his pants.

I thought I am taking control over the situation,I shrieked and yelled at him to come like this.

Me:”Ghabarli na mi”( I got scared) I tried covering my robe, but it was short and my milky thighs were seen. I could see the hard-on in the pants. “Asa Kay baghtay jasa pahilyandi baghtay”(what are you looking at, like you seeing it for the first time.)

Husb:” evdha varshan nantar distay, te pan jhakavteys Tu. Bagh taathla majha Tula baghun.”(I am getting to see it after so long, and that too so limited. See I am hard already)

I wanted a cock so bad that, I wanted to pull his dick out and start sucking but I had to keep myself normal, so I acted to feel disgusted and wore my satin nighty without undergarment. But it just showed my poking nipples and asked him to change. He wore his pyjamas, but had a good hard-on and I knew why it was. I went to the kitchen, I saw the bathroom door closed. But I just went and started making tea. As he came, I again told him looking disgusted
Me:- Kay he? Vay aahe Ka taataycha? Porga bagel tar Kay bolel?(What is this, what will our son think if he see’s this)

Husband:-” Nahi jaat aahe toh, thamb jhavto Tula mhanje hoil shaant toh”(it is not going down, wait let me fuck you to relax him) he came behind me and started lifting my nightie. I gave feeble resistance and he lifted it to my waist, pulled his pyjamas down, and inserted in me from behind. Aaaah came out of my mouth.

Husband:- ” Kiti olid jhaali aahe. Ugach nako nako karte. Aaaah Kay garam chut aahe”( you are so wet, it’s so hot)

He kept pounding me for a couple of mins and all I did was aah aah. He lifted my gown and made me naked, again bent me and started fucking me I knew he won’t be done soon. So I showed as if now I am getting into the grove.

Me:-” aaaah, aaaah, aag lagli aahe tumchyaat. Mast taathla aahe. Jhava asach jhava. Aahe chaan vatatay.( Aaah aaah. You are too hot and hard. Keep fucking.)

He asked me to go in the, bedroom and I obeyed him like a young girl. He told me to come over him and guided me how to ride him. Little did he know I knew how to straddle a man. I was behaving naive for a few mins, and then got in the grove. I started twerking my hips and he bent me and kissed me hard. I felt someone else was in the room but he held my face kissing me, while I felt another dick go in my ass.
I yelped loudly, and turned back it was Vijay with his dick in my ass while his father kept fucking my pussy, and sucking my boobs. I was sandwiched between two strong men and I want to get out. When my husband slapped me.

Husband:- ” Chinaal, shegdi sarkhi garam aahe chut and Kay natak karte. Pure jhaale baher che lund shan’t Karna aata gharche Kar aadhi.”( You whore, you are welcome like a volcano and why are you resisting. You have fucked outside dicks enough not it’s time to service your homemade dicks)

I was shell shocked. A lot of thought were running in my mind, does my husband know about my affair and trip? Did Vijay told everything to him, etc.but at the same time the moving dicks in my holes, and lapping tongues on my body was enjoying the pleasure. Now both men started ploughing me, breeding me and I was yelling on top of my voice. This was the first double penetration I had and both fucked me for a good 15 mins before they released in me. We all were naked and catching our breaths, then I got up and went in the bathroom to clean. I was contemplating my thoughts and had a bath. But I was satisfied after the fuck.
When I came out of the bath wearing a gown, I was shocked to see the men naked. My husband called me to him, and I went like an obedient slave.

Husband:-“Kay mag? Gharche jast dumdaar lund hotel k baherche ?( Then, did you like your homegrown dicks or outsiders?).

I looked at Vijay and he was smiling. I was terrified that my husband knew. Then he calmly put on the TV and on it played a video of them fucking Priya and her daughter. I looked at Vijay again, so was this his customer last night ? Where they together ?

My husband smile at me and said. ” Ye, naagdi ho aadhi ani tondaat ghe aadhi maajha. Sagla sangto Tula.”(Come suck my dick fist. I will tell you everything) And like a slut slave, I stripped,bent on my knees and started sucking his dick.

What happened next and how did my husband get to know this I will tell you in next part.

This happened a year ago when I was 22 years old. Talking about myself, I am a crossdresser. I have medium boobs, a round ass, white skin, 5’7 tall and a curvy figure.

I happened to meet a young boy who was 2 years younger than me through Grindr. He had a lean, muscular body, with skin the colour of chocolate and the same height as me.

One day, we decided to meet at a mall. After some small talk, we started talking about our sex life. After hearing my sexual encounters, he knew I was a horny slut. He got so engrossed in hearing my stories that, without wasting time, we went to the washroom.

We kissed for some time. He then asked me to suck his cock. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock into my mouth. We had to be quick, so he fucked my mouth so intensely. He even made me do deep throat, which I loved to do.

He mouth fucked me until he gave me a mouth creampie. My mouth was filled with cum. I drank it all and cleaned his dick with my tongue. The date ended with just a blowjob. But we decided to meet again.

A few days later, I received a call from him. But this time, he asked if his friend could join. Well, this was not my first threesome, but it was my first time doing it with someone younger than me. So I said yes. Also, I decided to give the boys a gift.

So I got a bra and panties from one of my girlfriends. It was okay because she knew about me and we were the same size. On the day of the meeting, I went to the hotel room they had booked. I went to the bathroom and came out wearing the bra and panties.

The boys were stunned to see me. Without wasting time, they jumped on me like wild animals. I stood still as they kissed and licked all over my body. Even my armpits were licked, including my inner thighs.

I knew the boys were horny, but I didn’t expect this much. Young boys are always so wild. All I could do was moan like a slut. They started to suck my boobs, and I couldn’t control my moaning. My nipples were so hard. One of them licked my asshole while the other played with my nipples.

They made me get on my knees and flashed their strong Dicks at me. I started to suck both Dicks. They started to spit in my mouth. It was so good taking two Dicks. They were so rough with my mouth. After they were done with my mouth, they stood on all fours.

One of them fucked me from behind, grabbing my boobs in his hand, while the other fucked my mouth from the front. I moaned so loudly due to the pleasure. They kept banging me in that position for nearly 10 minutes.

After that, they put me on the bed and swapped positions. They started to stroke my dick, too. I was completely out of my mind from the pleasure. Minutes later, one of them came inside me, and the other one filled my mouth while I drank it all.

They didn’t just stop after that. After taking some rest, they continued to bang me more. I did the cowgirl position while the other boy stuffed my mouth with his dick. They fucked me on the bathroom floor. They took turns peeing on me. They made me clean their dick with my mouth. Came on my boobs and ass.

The third round was more intense. They started to take turns cumming inside me in a missionary position. It was like being humiliated. They wouldn’t just slow down fucking me. I could feel them filling up inside me.

Both of them cum 3 times each. Even after they came inside me, they would still get on top of me and kiss me. One of them kept sucking my boobs while the other kissed my lips. After some time, they passed out on my body. Also, my asshole was dripping with cum.

When they woke up, they started to fuck me again and again. My asshole was ruined. It started to get sweaty even with the fan on. I’m pretty sure the neighbours could hear my moan. I was tired from the constant banging. I was covered in urine, saliva and cum.

We did all sorts of positions. They even fucked me on the table, taking turns. After that, I was asked to stand near the window, where they fucked me in the standing position. One of them even started biting my nipples.

They would even play with my dick and make me cum 2 times. They wouldn’t just stop fucking me. We even fucked in the shower. Because I moaned out loud, they would stuff my mouth with their dick.

They tied my hand to the bed and made me wear my panties on my head, and fucked me in doggy. They spanked my ass so hard that my white skin Turned red. My ass was destroyed. They made me even stand at the front door while they fucked my ass from behind.

My ass was filled with cum. I was literally made a cumdump on that day. Peeing on me was more than that. It was as if they were competing against each other on who would fuck me the best.

After a few hours, one of the boys left while the other stayed with me. Even after he came, he was sucking my boobs like a baby. In the morning, he fucked me again before he left.

We even met after that. There were times when they fucked me outdoors. In the park, at the theatre, and even in abandoned buildings sometimes. I was their personnel cumdump. Sometimes they would ask me to meet them at night and fuck me near the roadside. But mostly, we fucked in hotel rooms.

Please let me know if you enjoy this story. I am more than happy to publish more. Also, let me know in the comments how much of a slut I am.

Hi all. I’m Varsha. I’m 29 today. But three years ago, I worked in an IT office, had been married for two years, and didn’t have any kids. My husband had a job close to our residence. Life with him was stable, but without the excitement I secretly longed for.

What follows is my experience with Salim, a co-worker of the same company. A tale that moved emotions I did not know existed, leaving me feeling guilty and elated. We were an intimate group of eight: me, Salim, Nitika, Nismath, Aleena, Komal, Anu, and Jacob.

I first met Salim three years ago, and I was struck by his youthfulness. He was 25 and handsome, with a kindness that made me feel understood. I saw how his eyes stayed on me, subtle but not unmarked. It roused something inside of me—a flutter of interest I hid deep down, aware I was married.

Yet I couldn’t help but be attracted to him, the way he smiled so easily. The quiet confidence he exuded drew at a part of me I attempted to suppress. Our discussion extended beyond the office. We’d swap stories about friends, family, hobbies. Things that brought me to life in a manner my monotonous life didn’t.

I felt a bond, a lightness with Salim that made me overlook the drudgery of my days. When Komal, one of the people we worked with, got married, we decided to attend. The enthusiasm of the group was contagious, but when the time arrived, only Salim, Nitika, and I could attend.

I experienced a combination of disappointment and apprehensive excitement—getting close to Salim always set my heart pounding, though I’d never say it. Nitika and I came the previous day because Komal’s house was near Salim’s. We spent the night at his house.

That night, we dressed up and attended the wedding. The euphoria of the occasion was hazy, but I couldn’t help but sense Salim’s proximity. We came back at about 11 p.m. My body was exhausted, but my mind was racing. Nitika, fighting a bad cough and cold, immediately retired to a different room and slept.

I had to wash the day off, so I went to the bathroom. My heart was racing already, even though I had no idea why. Maybe it was the intimacy of staying at Salim’s house, the quiet of the night. Or the way he’d looked at me all evening. Salim, ever thoughtful, brought water for Nitika and me.

By the time he came to my room, Nitika was out cold. I’d just stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a top, when he walked in. My breath caught, a rush of panic and something else—excitement? —overwhelming me. He put the water down, did not look at me, and left in a rush.

I was stuck there, my face aflame. What had he thought of me? Did he sense the same flame as I did? Shame slipped in. I was a married woman, but here I was speculating about him. He came again shortly after that, knocking gently. I didn’t respond. I was still in shock from the encounter.

I was in the bathroom, attempting to slow my thundering heart, when he opened the door. In a moment of shock, he was behind me, his hand wrapped around my mouth, his arms wrapping around me. My muscles locked up, a combination of fear and shock tinged with a taboo thrill.

I should have pushed him back, screamed, or done something else, but not this. But I didn’t. At heart, I wished for him to remain. He spun me around, his lips on mine in a slow, sensual kiss. My brain cried out to halt, yet my body betrayed me, dissolving into him.

Me: Salim, no… please…

My voice shook, torn between duty and lust.

Salim: Varsha, I’ve desired you from the moment I met you. Please…

His plea cut through me. I realised the yearning in his eyes, reflected in my repressed desires. I stood still, my heart thudding. I thought of my wedding vows and my husband but also the loneliness that greeted me when I returned home.

Salim’s fingers were soft but insistent, awakening something that had lain dormant for so long.

Me: Ahh. Ahh.

Moans slipped out of me as his fingers probed and his lips deepened. I was losing myself, my body giving in despite the warning in my head. In an instant, I pushed him off, my panting gone. I was afraid of what I was feeling—desire, naked and uncontrollable, raging in my eyes.

He turned off the porch light and locked the door. He came back, kissing me with such passion that my knees buckled. I wanted to fight it, but the urge was too great.

Me: Salim, what we’re doing is wrong.

My voice trembled, shame fighting with the flame burning within me.

Salim: Not at all.

His hands drifted to my breasts, squeezing softly. I wasn’t even wearing a bra. The contact sent a shiver through me, awakening a hunger I’d long suppressed.

Me: No, Salim. My husband is everything to me. This is not right. I spoke the words, but they rang hollow. My husband was my anchor, but Salim was a storm, drawing me into dark waters.

Salim: Nothing will happen. I know you desire this, too. If you hadn’t, you would’ve screamed when I held you.

Me: Well…

He was correct. I hadn’t screamed. I hadn’t even attempted to halt him. The reality hurt, and I felt a pinch of shame.

Salim: Please… I require you tonight. It’s been an extended desire.

His vulnerability rendered me powerless. I observed a soft smile pass my face in the mirror of my mind. He’d been so gracious, so polite all this while, and now here he was, exposing his heart. I kissed his forehead, a symbol of capitulation.

Me: You’ve always treated me like gold. You never once suggested this attraction.

Salim: How could I tell you? Your friendship was precious to me. But now, with this chance…

Me: Yeah, yeah.

His words were my thoughts. Our friendship had been secure, but this was a different matter. He swept me up, putting me on the bed, unbuttoning my blouse. I reclined on the bed, half-dressed, exposed but charged with expectation.

My heart pounded with a combination of fear and excitement. His mouth brushed mine once more, then moved on to my breasts. Each caress resonated through me in waves of pleasure, stirring a part of me I’d not known existed. I felt wanted and desired in a manner I hadn’t experienced in years.

I knew he was turned on as he pulled off his shorts. When he dropped his underwear, I couldn’t help but gawk, a rush of awe and shyness flowing over me.

Me: What the…! It’s gigantic! I was really surprised, a nervous snicker escaping me.

Salim: Don’t stare—put it in your mouth.

I was hesitant, my head spinning. I’d never done this with my husband, but something about Salim made it feel like the right thing to do. I stroked him, then sucked him in, letting instinct take the wheel. It was exhilarating and liberating to watch his face.

Salim: Is your husband’s this big?

Me: It’s long, not thick. It’s the fullness that feels good. And, besides, he never takes the time, no foreplay whatsoever.

I caught myself being honest, a flash of anger at my husband’s quick sexuality rising.

Salim: Really? Does he come on top? You’ve been married two years, then?

Me: I see what you’re doing. We attempted a few times, but that didn’t work out. There’s still time. My voice was firm, but I felt a lump of sadness in my chest. We wanted a child, but it hadn’t happened, and I wondered if it ever would.

Salim: Is it safe today? If so, I want to finish inside. Pulling out at the last moment ruins the flow.

Me: It’s not safe, but it’s okay. I’ll take a pill tomorrow.

The words slipped out, reckless and bold. I wanted to feel him fully. Consequences be damned.

Salim: No, that’s risky. End with your mouth.

Me: Oh, really?

Salim: Turn around—69 position.

He took off my panties, and his tongue ran shivers down my spine. I moaned, powerless to suppress it, as I serviced him in return. It was intoxicating, the mutual letting go.

Me: Ahh… ahh…Salim: Feel good? Doesn’t your husband do this?

Me: He’s not into it. Just fast sex.

I felt a pang of resentment, aware of how much I’d been missing.

Salim: A man who doesn’t like this with a woman like you? Is he a man at all?

His words made me feel wanted and loved. He zeroed in on my pussy, and I wriggled, overwhelmed. He inserted a finger, and my gasps increased, my body betraying my control.

Salim: Shh… my dad is downstairs.Me: Do it softly. I’m losing myself in pleasure. I was, really. It felt like my body had been asleep for years, but now it was alive and awake.

Salim: Only one finger? He used saliva and inserted himself slowly. It was a tight, intense moment, and I felt a rush of vulnerability and intimacy.

Me: Ahh… ahh…

I writhed underneath him, lost in the moment.

Me: Go slow. Don’t finish too quickly.

He changed to doggy style, his rate speeding up. My groans echoed around the room, a mixture of fear and pleasure that we’d get caught. He asked me to ride him after a few minutes. I sat in a cowgirl position and guided him inside. Our pace was perfect.

We passionately kissed, my heart bursting with a perilous love. When I eased, he proposed 69 position once again. I was lost in the enjoyment as he savoured me, and I did the same, feeling liberated and daring.

Me: Can I ride you again?

Salim: Let me thrust properly first. You asked me to go slow earlier, so I couldn’t really enjoy it.

He put me down, spread my legs, and pushed steadily. I felt wanted, alive, my body humming with every motion.

Me: Ahh… ahh… harder… faster…Salim: Varsha, I’m close…

Me: Me too. Don’t stop… ahh…

Salim: Should I withdraw?

Me: It’s okay. Go on… ahh…

We reached our peak simultaneously, and he came inside me. I felt a flood of excitement, followed by a flood of guilt. What had I done? But as we collapsed there, breathless, I felt an odd sense of peace.

Salim: How was it? Me: Wow. You really fulfilled me.

My voice was gentle, my heart brimming with feeling. I’d never been this contented.

Salim: Will it be an issue that I finished inside?

Me: We’ll see.

I attempted to maintain a cavalier tone, but my brain was running wild. What if I became pregnant? The possibility was both daunting and exhilarating.

Salim: See? Take a pill tomorrow. What if you got pregnant?

Me: Haha… I could be the mother of your child.

I laughed, but a part of me was serious. Having his child felt curiously natural despite the craziness of it.

Salim: Don’t joke.

Me: What if I am? I explained to you that we had tried before, and it hadn’t worked. Today, I experienced real pleasure for the first time. I want a child with you who taught me this pleasure.

The words spilled out, naked and true. I was surprised at myself, but I meant what I said.

Salim: What are you talking about?

Me: We’re beyond friends. I want this pleasure repeated.

I felt empowered and free, taking what I had never taken before.

Salim: Seriously? If you’re fine with it, I’m more than fine. I’ll teach you what pleasure is.

Me: Salim… I love you…

The words escaped, and I meant them—not the love of matrimony, but a profound, careless love created in this instant.

Salim: I’m so lucky to fill your belly with a child.

He kissed and hugged me, and I melted against him, my heart torn between happiness and shame.

Me: Salim, we don’t even know if this will succeed. And if it doesn’t, you’d better see to it that I become pregnant in the right way.

I was joking half-and-half, my feelings hopelessly confused.

Salim: If you’re all right, I’m twice all right. I’ll give you as many as you wish.

I wished to wash, to straighten my head out, but he refused to let me. We slept naked, wrapped in each other, and for the first time in years, I felt wanted. Tomorrow morning, a knock on the door woke me up.

Nitika: Varsha… open the door.

My heart got stuck in my throat. Salim jumped out of bed, his eyes bulging with fear. I looked at him, my mind reeling. He picked up his clothes and quickly got dressed. I wrapped the blanket over me and walked towards the door. My legs were trembling with the burden of what we’d done.

Nitika: Varsha, are you awake at last?

Me: Getting up… give me two minutes…

My voice shook, guilt and adrenaline pumping through me.

Nitika: Fine, I’ll use the restroom then.

Me: Alright.

I looked at Salim, my heart still racing. I hugged him, kissing him, hoping to cling to the bond we’d created. He pressed me against the wall, kissing the nape of my neck, and I could sense that same flame burning inside of me.

Me (whispering in his ear): How are you going to escape?

Salim: I’ll go to the room where she’s sleeping, and I’ll slip out afterwards.

Me: Alright.

I had packed my clothes and was on my way to the bathroom. My mind was racing with thoughts—fear of getting caught, desire for him more, and shame at cheating on my husband.

Salim: May I come in?

I turned, smiled against my will, and entered. He trailed behind, and when he opened the door, I was naked in the shower, the blanket having been thrown aside. Exposed yet strong, I wanted him in a manner that made my heart fly. His phone rang downstairs, disrupting the moment.

He looked to see if anyone was waiting outside and then departed. I remained under the water, my mind reeling. What was I doing? This was irresponsible and risky, but I couldn’t help but desire him. When he came back, Nitika had bathed.

Nitika: Aren’t you getting ready, Salim? Don’t we have to go? Komal instructed us to arrive early, didn’t she?

Salim: I just wanted to see if you both were awake. I’ll be ready in 10 minutes. How are you now? Is your cold improved?

Nitika: Yeah, it’s better. Go get ready.

Salim: Alright. Breakfast is served downstairs. Mom is going to the temple.

Nitika: Can I accompany her? It’s nearby, isn’t it?

Salim: The temple? It’s roughly 10 minutes away from here. Hurry and get ready then. I’ll inform Mom.

Nitika: Varsha, Mom’s going to the temple. Shall we go with her?

Me: I’m not going. Go on.

Yours was a calm voice, but deep inside, I was in shambles. I needed space to think about it and decide what this meant for me.

Salim: I’ll go get showered and ready. If you’re going, I’ll get Mom to wait for you.

Nitika: I’m going. I’m on my way.

Salim walked downstairs, leaving me by myself. I began to dress in a saree, my hands shaking as I struggled with my feelings. What had I done? What did I desire? When Salim came back, he quietly closed the door. He walked up to me, his coming, revitalising that spark.

Salim: They’ll take at least 30 minutes to return.

Me: So? My tone was teasing, but my heart pounded with anticipation and fear.

Salim: Nothing.

He hugged me and kissed me, and I dissolved, the guilt giving way under the pressure of desire.

Me: What’s your plan, mister? Don’t spoil my saree pleats.

He gently unwrapped my saree, and I thrilled at his touch, my body yearning for more even though it could mean trouble.

Me: What if they return?

Salim: We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it.

He shed his clothes and climbed onto the bed. I dropped my petticoat, feeling daring and exposed at the same time.

Salim: My beauty, you’re beautiful like this. Shall we take a selfie?

Me: No way, we don’t need that.

My heart raced at the idea—proof of our secret seemed too risky.

Salim: Use your phone.

He took my phone. I felt myself hesitate, my stomach knotting, but I unlocked it and handed it over to him. He held me against him as I kissed his cheek, a fleeting moment of gentleness amidst the turmoil of my feelings.

Salim: Smile, please…

He snapped photos, and I had a combination of thrill and terror. What if people saw these? But I just wanted to preserve this moment, this sensation. He put the phone away, and my half-naked self appeared to send him into a frenzy. I felt powerful, desired, and alive.

Me: Looks like someone’s awake down there.

I knelt, removing his underwear and stroking him. My heart raced as I took him in my mouth, the act both thrilling and intimate. I wanted to make him happy, to reconnect with him.

Salim: You’re a pro at this.

I laughed, attempting to cover up the nervous energy within me.

Salim: Didn’t you tell me last night there’s no foreplay with your husband?

Me: Nope. I’ve never done this with him.

The confession left me feeling bare but unencumbered. With Salim, I was discovering aspects of myself I never knew existed.

Salim: So you’re a fast learner, huh?

I stood up, laughing, and pulled off my underwear. He put me on the bed, his tongue creating waves of pleasure in me. I was moist, lost in the feeling, my guilt overcome by lust.

Me: Did you do this with anyone else before?

Salim: Not that, but I’ve descended and played with breasts.

Me: Oh, nice. With whom?

Curiosity blazed in me, a combination of jealousy and curiosity.

Salim: That’s a story for another time.

Me: Tell me, I wish to know.

Salim: Should I tell you or be concerned with pleasing you?

Me: Tell me first, then proceed.

Salim: It was with my cousin’s wife. He was in Bangalore, playing around with another woman. She discovered and explained it to me one day when I stopped by. I began to go there more frequently, and one day, she relented. It was my first experience, so it was over fast. I felt guilty afterwards.

Me: That’s a pretty brief tale.

I felt a twinge of sympathy—so had he. Perhaps we weren’t so different.

Salim: I’ll expound later. Let’s concentrate on this presently.

He asked me to kneel on the bed. He entered me gradually, and I gasped at the feeling, my body embracing him in spite of my mind’s warnings of caution.

Me: Go slow, okay?

Salim: Were you serious last night when you said you wanted me to finish inside?

Me: No, let’s wait a couple of months. I attempted to sound logical, but a part of me still held on to the wild fantasy of last evening.

Salim: Oh, now it’s like that? You weren’t saying that last night.

Me: I wish to enjoy this pleasure for a while. And I’ll tell you something—I wish the child in my belly to be yours. Isn’t that enough?

My heart beat quickly as I said it, a blend of defiance and yearning. I wished to claim this moment, this bond, even though it frightened me.

Salim: Love you, my love.

His kiss grounded me, and I felt a surge of affection, dangerous but real.

Me: Don’t stop. Keep going… ahh… ahh…

Salim: Quiet, they might come back.

Me: Go slow. I’m close… ahh… ahh…

I climaxed, my body trembling with release. He pulled out, and I stood against the wall. My heart was racing with the thrill of our secret.

Salim: What a gorgeous body. I could swallow you whole.

Me: It’s all mine now.

The words were a pledge, tying me to him in a bond I couldn’t release.

Me: Give me something.

He got it, and we transitioned to a 69 position. His touch was shocking, and I pleasured him with the same ferocity, feeling powerful and wanted.

Salim: Have you done this with anyone else?

Me: What?

Salim: You’re so good at this, but you said you’ve never done it with your husband.

Me: Stop asking questions and continue.

I deflected, not ready to bear more of myself, although his curiosity made me grin.

Salim: Yes, ma’am.

We continued in the 69 position. Then I rode on top in a cowgirl position, moving rhythmically, lost in the rhythm of our bodies.

Salim: I’m close. Should I take over?

Me: Finish in my mouth, then you can continue.

I took him in my mouth, eager to give him all I had. My heart pounded with the closeness of it.

Salim: I’m cumming.

He came, and I swallowed, feeling a surreal pride in our bond. Then I directed him inside me again.

Me: Next round, finish inside.

He kissed and sucked my breasts, and I was lost in euphoria. He slid his finger into my rear entrance, and I again climaxed. He put me on the floor and pounded until he came in me. My body was shaking with intensity.

Salim: And then just stay here and continue all day?

Me: Then who is going to the wedding?

I grinned, but deep down inside, I wished I could remain, to live forever like this.

Salim: Must we leave?

He sucked on my breasts, and I caressed him, my heart filling up with love.

Me: When will this guy ever stop being excited?

Salim: He won’t go down without a fight. Perhaps some milk will lull him asleep.

He teased, squeezing my breasts, and a playfully warm feeling coursed through me.

Me: Let the milk come first, then I will give it. If he gives me his hot milk, I will give him lots in return.

Salim: Didn’t I tell you I’d come inside?

Me: Don’t get angry.

This month, my husband won’t be able to catch up with me on time. From next month, I will keep a record of my dates and report to the office. As I said, he doesn’t initiate foreplay. Maybe most of the time, he climaxes, and I remain unsatisfied. I felt a mix of resentment and hope.

With Salim, I was alive and wanted.

Salim: Alright. Should I place a necklace on your neck, then?

Me: Why not?

Salim: My love, you’re mine from now on.

His words thrilled me, but also terrified me. Could I ever be his?

Me: So, what do we do with this guy standing here?

He said he’d fix it and walked away with his clothes. I sent him the pictures we’d taken, my heart pounding as I wrote a message.

Me: Salim, this is only the start. From now on, I am yours.

He replied with a smiling emoji. I felt a surge of joy and trepidation. By the time he got dressed and stepped out, Nitika and his mom had returned. We ate together, my mind still reeling.

We headed to Komal’s house. After the wedding, Nitika and I left that evening. My heart was heavy with the weight of our secret and the promise of more to come.