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My name is Anu Mehta. By now, I am known in the police station as the married whore who services the entire force every Friday. Satya drops me off, watches me disappear inside. He then waits like a good cuckold while dozens of officers use me for hours.

My holes are rarely empty anymore. My body is marked with their bites, bruises, and permanent writing under my clothes.

One Wednesday evening, Patel called Satya’s phone.  He put it on speaker so I could hear.

“We have a job for your wife,” he said. “High-end nightclub sting. Drugs and illegal gambling in the vip rooms. We need bait that looks like a high-class escort. Your slut is perfect.”

Satya’s voice shook. “Yes, Sir… she’ll do whatever you need.”

Patel laughed. “Good cuckold. Bring her on Friday. Dress her like a rich man’s whore.”

I cum just hearing it.

Friday night, Satya dressed me himself. Tiny silver sequin dress — backless, front plunging to my navel. No bra. No panties. The hem barely covered my ass. Thigh-high black stockings with seams up the back.

Six-inch silver heels. Hair in loose waves. Smoky eyes. Blood-red lips. A thin silver chain around my waist with a small police badge charm hidden against my skin — their private joke.

Patel met us at the station first. Inspected me like property. He lifted the dress. Checked I was bare underneath. Slid two fingers inside me easily.

“Already wet. Perfect.”

He fit a tiny hidden mic and camera in the badge charm. Audio and video are fed live to the surveillance van and to Satya’s phone.

Satya was told to park two blocks away in an unmarked car. He would listen to everything on earphones. Watch the feed on a tablet. No touching himself until the op was over.

Patel kissed my mouth hard. Bit my lip.

“Seduce the targets. Let them touch. If they want more in the vip booth, give it. We’ll move in after we have evidence.”

I smiled. “Yes, Sir. I’ll make them confess… and cum.”

The club was packed. Thumping bass. Flashing lights. Smell of expensive perfume and money.

Patel’s team had pointed out the three targets: Vikram, Rohan, and Sunny. Rich. Mid-30s. Handsome. Known for moving drugs and running underground poker in the VIP lounges.

I walked straight to their table. Hips swaying slowly. Vikram saw me first. Eyes devoured.

“Looking for company, gentlemen?”

Rohan grinned, “Always for a woman like you.”

They bought me drinks. Hands on my thighs instantly. I laughed. Leaned in so my tits almost spilt out. Within twenty minutes, we were in their private VIP booth. Curtains half-drawn. Low lights. Couch big enough for sin.

Vikram pulled me onto his lap. Hand straight under my dress. Found bare pussy.

“Fuck… no panties. You came ready.”

I ground on him.

“I like to be accessible.”

Rohan filmed on his phone. Sunny poured champagne on my chest. Licked it off my nipples through the sequins. I moaned loud enough for the mic.

“Yes… touch me… I want all three of you.”

Vikram fingered me roughly. Two fingers. Then three.

“So wet already. You’re a proper slut.”

Me: “Your slut tonight… do whatever you want.”

Sunny pulled my dress down. Tits out. Mouth on my nipples. Biting hard. Rohan opened his pants. Thick cock out. Pulled my head down. I took him deep. No hesitation.

“Mmm… yes… feed me.”

Vikram stood. Lifted me. Bent me over the table. Dress around my waist. Spit on my pussy. Slammed in.

“Oh fuck… yes.”

He fucked hard. The table shook.

Me: “Harder… fuck me as if you own me.”

Sunny in my mouth now. Vikram is in my pussy. Rohan is filming closely. I looked at the hidden badge cam. I knew Satya was watching. Knew the team was recording.

I screamed around Sunny’s cock.

“I’m your whore… use me.”

First orgasm hit. Squirting on Vikram’s cock. They laughed.

Vikram: “She squirts. Perfect.”

They rotated. Sunny took my pussy. Bigger. Stretched me wide.

“Fuck… so thick… yes.”

Rohan is in my ass. No lube but my own wetness.

“Scream, slut.”

Me: “Ahhh… both holes… fill me.”

I cum again. Harder. Body shaking. Vikram filmed my face. Made me look at the camera.

“Tell us what you are.”

Me (gasping): “I’m a married slut… here to fuck criminals… and cops… yes, deeper.”

That was the confession trigger. Suddenly, the curtains ripped open. Patel and eight armed officers stormed in.

“Police! Hands up!”

The three targets froze. Cocks out. Pants down. I stayed bent over. Cum is already dripping. Patel cuffed them fast. Read rights. Then looked at me. Smiled dark.

“Good work, slut. Evidence secured.”

He nodded to his team. The armed officers didn’t leave. Patel locked the booth door again.

“Targets secured in the van. Now we celebrate the successful op.”

Eight officers. All in tactical gear. Vests. Boots. Guns holstered. They pushed the criminals’ table aside. Laid me on the long couch.

Patel first. Lifted my legs over his shoulders. Slammed into my used pussy.

“Fuck… yes, Sir… reward your slut.”

He pounded brutally.

Patel: “Tell the mic what’s happening.”

Me (screaming): “Baby… eight cops are gangbanging me now… in the vip booth… their cocks are so much better than the criminals… ahhh fuck me harder.”

Satya’s breathing loud in the earpiece. One officer fed me his cock. Tasted like gun oil and authority. Another took my ass. Double again.

“Oh god… both holes… police cocks own me.”

They rotated savage. One after another breeding my pussy.

“Take our loads… good undercover whore.”

I came nonstop. Squirting on tactical pants. One fingered my pussy slowly while another fucked my throat.

“Feel that, slut? Whole hand inside…”

Me: “Yes… stretch me… ruin your married toy.”

Another used my hair to wipe his cock clean. They wrote on my body with club pens.

“Undercover cumdump,” across tits.

“Station whore” on thighs.

Hours. The booth reeked of sex. Finally, Patel is last.

Made me ride him reverse. Facing the hidden cam.

He held the badge charm up.

“Tell your husband the truth.”

Me (bouncing hard, voice wrecked): “Satya… I’m not coming home the same… I belong to the force now… my pussy… my ass… my mouth… all police property… I’m never just yours again… Ah, I’m cumming.”

I squirted one last time all over Patel’s uniform. He filled me deep. They dressed. Left me on the couch. Dress ruined. Body painted. Cum is leaking everywhere.

Patel tossed my trench coat over me.

“Next op in two weeks. Bigger club. More targets.”

I smiled weakly. “Yes, sir… anytime.”

Satya waited in the car. Eyes red. Cock still hard. He didn’t speak. Just drove home. Fucked my destroyed holes slowly. Crying into my neck.

Me: “It’s okay, baby… You knew this would happen.”

He came weak inside me. Mixed with twenty other loads. I fell asleep full. Already counting days to the next sting. I am their undercover slut now.

And I love it.

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The First Encounter

She had always been Aunty Anna to me. She was my mother’s closest friend. She was deeply religious and never missed church. She spoke softly about faith and discipline. She dressed modestly and prayed before meals. She carried herself with calm authority.

That’s why I never expected that afternoon. It changed everything. I was home alone. The house was quiet except for the ceiling fan. I was lost in my own world. I was careless about the door being unlocked.

I didn’t hear her footsteps. I only heard the soft click of the door opening.

Me: Aunty?

I said, startled. I quickly pulled myself together. She froze. For a second, neither of us spoke. Her eyes widened slightly. It was not in anger or shock. It was something far more unsettling. It was awareness.

Her gaze didn’t just see me. It took in my bare chest. It saw the hard lines of my abs. It saw the trail of hair leading down. I was still semi-hard. My thick cock was heavy against my thigh.

Aunty Anna: I… I’m sorry.

She said quietly, turning her face away. Her cheeks flushed. A hot pink spread down her neck. It spread across the smooth skin of her chest. The modest neckline of her dress suddenly felt revealing. It showed too much of her soft cleavage.

Aunty Anna: I should have knocked.

Me: I didn’t expect anyone.

I replied, steadying my voice. I expected embarrassment. But something else rose instead. It was a raw, confident heat. I saw her eyes flicker back. It was just for a split second. They went to my body. They went to my dick. I wasn’t a boy anymore.

She nodded and composed herself too quickly. She stepped back as if nothing happened. But her fingers were trembling. They gripped the strap of her handbag.

Aunty Anna: I came to see your mother.

Me: She’s not home yet. She’ll be back soon.

She hesitated. Her knuckles were white. Then she walked to the hall anyway. She sat on the edge of the sofa. She smoothed her dress over her full hips and round ass. Silence filled the room. It was thick and heavy.

Aunty Anna: I trust this stays between us.

She said softly, not looking at me.

Me: Of course.

I replied, pulling on a shirt. I left it open. I walked into the room. I felt her eyes on me.
Me: But… I’m not a child, Aunty.

She looked up at me then. She really looked. Her gaze travelled from my face. It went down my open shirt. It went to the obvious bulge in my pants. Her lips parted slightly. They were soft, always-praying lips.

Aunty Anna: I know.

She said after a moment. Her voice was a husky whisper.

Aunty Anna: That’s what makes it… awkward.

Her honesty sent a jolt straight to my cock. I smiled. It was not a nervous smile. It was a slow, knowing calm.

Me: Awkward doesn’t have to mean wrong.

Her lips stayed parted. She closed them again. She swallowed hard. Her eyes dropped to her folded hands. I could see her rapid pulse. It beat at the base of her throat.

Aunty Anna: You speak very confidently these days.

Me: College teaches you that.

I replied, leaning back against the wall. I let her look her fill.

Me: And life.

She laughed quietly. It was a shaky, breathy sound. She shook her head.

Aunty Anna: You sound nothing like the boy I remember.

Me: That boy grew up watching you.

I said, meeting her gaze without hesitation. I let every ounce of my hunger show.

Me: Watching the way your hips sway in that dress. The way your lips move when you pray. I’ve imagined the feel of your skin, Aunty.

That made her still. She was completely still. The air shifted. It grew hot and charged. Her hand flew to the small cross at her neck. She clutched it like an anchor. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. It was a shallow rhythm.

Aunty Anna: You shouldn’t say things like that.

She murmured. But it was a weak protest. Her voice was laced with forbidden heat.

Me: But you don’t tell me to stop.

I said gently, taking a step closer. I could smell her perfume now. It was sweet and floral. It mixed with the faint scent of her arousal. My dick was hard and throbbing. It strained against my jeans.

She met my eyes again. It was longer this time. She was searching. She was struggling. Her own eyes were dark. Her pupils were blown wide.

Aunty Anna: I pray every day for strength. Faith keeps me steady.

Me: Faith doesn’t erase being human.

I replied, my voice dropping low. I was close enough now. I could feel the heat from her body.

Me: It just teaches restraint.

She exhaled sharply. It was a ragged sound. It was as if my words struck her core. A soft moan caught in her throat. It was involuntary.

Aunty Anna: I should leave.

She said, standing. But her legs seemed weak. She didn’t move immediately.

Aunty Anna: You won’t tell your mother.

Her eyes were locked on my mouth.

Me: No.

I replied, leaning in. My lips were near her ear.

Me: I wouldn’t.

Aunty Anna: Why?

Her whisper was a gasp.

Me: Because some moments are private.

My hand came up. It almost brushed the swell of her breast. She shuddered.

Me: And some truths don’t need confession.

Her throat worked visibly. The pious woman was fading. In her place was a hungry creature. She was desperate. Her body was heated and yearning.
She was caught between belief and primal desire.

She stepped toward the door. Then she stopped. Her back was to me. But I saw her shoulders rise. She took a deep, trembling breath. Her ass pressed against her dress. It was an invitation and a torment.

Aunty Anna: You’ve changed.

She said again. Her voice was quiet and raw.

Me: So have you.

I let her hear the possessive promise in my tone. She didn’t turn around. She just nodded once. It was a slow, surrendering dip of her head. Then she left.

The room pulsed with sinful energy. It was from what had almost happened. It was from what was now burning between us. It was uncontrollable.

After that day, everything was different. Her visits became shorter. But they were more frequent. Her glances lingered. Conversations were careful. They were loaded with things unsaid.

She never crossed a line. But she no longer pretended it wasn’t there. And neither did I.

Hi, readers. I am Rana. As a young man in the Delhi region, I am curious about novel sexual fantasies. I haven’t posted for a long time on this website despite my regular sexual activities here. I was focusing on other aspects of my life.

But anyway, here I am with one of the most wonderful Christmas experiences I had. It’s one of a kind.

I got a ping on GChat on December 20th to praise my stories. I was happy. Ashish who is 40, shared an incident about his mother. His mother was 57 years old and widowed at the age of 38. Recently, he secretly saw her while she was masturbating when he had gone to give her tablets.

He was shocked. Being an understanding son, just tapped on the door. He waited till she had come back to her senses. I told him to consider incest. He doesn’t want to indulge in that. He wanted to try out the same cuckold fun that I had mentioned in my stories.

I enquired about his mother’s interest in this arrangement. He said he’s afraid and wants me to directly approach and fuck her. I flatly denied keeping the energy and time involved, along with the uncertainty. I advised him to discuss with his mom.

Days later, he pinged me, he convinced his mom, and he wanted me to meet them on December 25th. He asked me whether I am comfortable coming to their home. I suggested we take this business elsewhere. We were all set for the day.

The only thing that made me agree was the high I was getting after a long time. I was saturated at one point in time when I pulled out of my serial vanilla encounters.

He shared the details of the hotel. I reached there. I also offered him the option to get a black thin silk full-face balaclava for safety and feel more secure without being conscious. It’s their first time being around a stranger in this situation.

He thanked me for this idea. He arrived to escort me to the room with his face covered in a mask. He escorted me to the room. Lo and Behold! There she is. She’s not the typical beauty that everyone would admire. However, I find every woman beautiful in her own way.

Her assets are great. She’s so busty that both my eyes fell short of enjoying that delicious body. My guess of her would be 44-40-50 and 5 feet tall. My cock rose at the sight of her sexy body.

Following the initial pleasantries, I inquired whether she felt at ease. She moved her head up and down. Ashish was ready to exit the room for our privacy when his mom halted him.

She wore a sleeveless saree made of satin in red. I felt like unwrapping the finest Santa present wrapped in red. I moved nearer to her, and I could sense her breath against my chest. I pushed her onto the bed and began kissing her fervently.

She responded positively and stuck her tongue inside my mouth. We were caressing and kissing each other until she stopped. She started unboxing her gift, which was me, and I did the same.

We’re stark naked. I touched my feet for blessings before I started the deed. She burst into laughter. Within seconds, I dug my tongue deep inside her pussy. She lay back and whispered her moans, while I continued licking her pussy.

She tasted a bit different; in the heat of the moment, I really didn’t care. I fingered and sucked her till she had cum. She reciprocated the favour. She started rimming my asshole while holding my dick and balls with her hands.

I was ecstatic. She slowly moved my dick, giving a slow hand job and moved her head right in front of my dick. The moment she took it in her mouth. My dick saluted her efforts. I couldn’t help but hold her hair tightly and guide the length.

Within minutes, I jizzed inside her. She gulped till the last drop. After the foreplay, I asked for a condom. She denied it. She wanted to feel me raw. I was fine with considering her menopause.

I guided my cock inside her pussy. I gave a jerk, inserting my whole length. I stayed there for her to settle as she let out a soft cry. I must highlight that her pussy is tighter than I expected, considering her age.

I started giving slow thrusts, and she was affirmative. We fucked for a while, and she wanted me to go rough and fast. I said I would cum faster. She didn’t heed and turned me around and sat on my dick in cowgirl position.

She was so wild that she thrusted herself up and down. Man! Her boobs were jiggling like the bells. I pulled her big bosoms on my face. She was happy to bury my face. I had wrapped my arms around her fat love handles and thrusted her pussy.

In no time, she had squirted, and I had cum inside her pussy. She was tired and panting for air, while I still admired her the way she rocked my world. I asked her for another round. She gave a wicked smile and replied affirmatively. Little did I know what she planned for.

She sucked me till I was erect and applied the lube. I was wondering if she was applying her pussy as well. I suppose I was wrong. She took my penis into her ass, positioned herself on me and gradually, inch by inch, crying out and moaning.

Ashish was preoccupied with his phone and looked at us with a strange expression. Even though I couldn’t make out his expression because of the balaclava. I did observe his eyes.

I fucked her tight ass for some time, and I began to feel uneasy. I switched to doggy style and pleased her until both of us were satisfied. I had cum deep inside her.

We sighed together. I brought her nearer to me. She played with my hair, making shapes. Her hands shifted gently and rubbed my chest. She thanked me. Ashish stepped forward and hugged me.

I revealed that I was there seeking a new experience and aimed to move beyond my comfort zone. I did accomplish my task. It was an astonishing and memorable experience with your mother.

Thank you so much, Ashish. The thrill before and after the drill made my entire day. I was lucky enough to shower my snow inside her pussy and ass. Indeed, it was the best Christmas.

I would suggest you all to explore and be sexually curious to know what suits you without compromising your safety and security. Anyone who has such out-of-the-box fantasies can hit me up at [email protected].

Hopefully, I will do something crazy this new year. Thanks for your valuable time. Cheers!

Hello readers, this time I am sharing a threesome experience of my female ISS reader. I am writing this with the addition of my imagination. I am publishing this story with the consent of my female ISS reader.

Sumit and Riya (original names changed) were married couples. Both of them have been happily married for the last 6 years. They had a love marriage, and they were in a relationship for another 3 years. They were an open-minded and supportive couple.

Describing Riya, she was 30 years old. Wheatish brown colour, black hair and 5’5” tall. Her figures were 34C-30-32. Though she was a mom, she maintained her figure. She had the perfect curves that a man would wish to fondle. She was a graduate but was not working.

Describing Sumit, he was 32 years old, 5’10” tall and had a 6” long dick. He was also wheatish brown in colour. He was muscular and handsome. Girls would fall for him. Both Sumith & Riya were a perfect match, and they were living happily.

Sumit was running a garments export and import business in Gujarat. They had a 3-year-old son named Vihaan.

Last winter, they had planned a vacation trip to Rajasthan to enjoy and keep the fire between them strong and steady. They left Vihaan with their parents and went on the trip. They wanted to chill and relax from the routine chaos.

The tour was of 4 days and three nights in Rajasthan, covering Jaipur, Jodhpur and Jaisalmer on the first day after the site visits at different locations such as Amber fort, City palace and Jantar Mantar.

They had planned a romantic evening. They went to a hotel like they were dating and had a candlelight dinner. Riya was wearing a violet-coloured gown-type dress with all her assets well placed. Sumit was wearing a suit.

Both of them looked stunning in that attire and had a beautiful time together, revisiting their old relationship days. After reaching the hotel, they slowly started to make out.

Sumit started smooching her, and she responded well. They slowly moved ahead. Sumit made her sit on his lap and slowly squeezed her melons. She always loved Sumit playing with her boobies.

After having their child, Sumit limited playing with her boobs. She was fond of him playing with her boobs. She enjoyed his act and responded well.

Sumit took off her dress, and she was in her bra and panties. She was wearing a padded white coloured designer bra and the same-coloured panties. He removed her bra and made her sit facing him.

He started sucking her light brown nipples and played across each inch of them with his tongue. She was in heaven and moaned because of pleasure.

When he slowly made her lie in bed, Riya asked Sumit.

Riya: Sumit, it will be more fun if we could have one more person with us tonight.
Sumit: You mean threesome?
Riya: I would like to enjoy the threesome tonight. I hope you like it.
Sumit: That would be fun. You need a boy or a girl.
Riya: First, we can start with a girl.
Sumit: So, shall I check for a prostitute?
Riya: No, Sumit. We need something interesting. We can go to a pub now. I am giving you all the licences. You should convince a girl to have a threesome and bring her here with us.
Sumit: Interesting, babe. I shall try, but I am not sure that I will get a girl within a short span of time.
Riya: Hey, dear, don’t demotivate yourself. You are my gem, and girls would fall for you.
Sumit: (motivated) Yeah… Tonight we will have a girl here for sure with us.
Riya: That’s my baby. Love you.

They again got ready and went to the nearest pub. They sat in a corner and watched everyone. Riya spotted a fair, tall and lean girl sitting at the bar table counter and sipping beer. Riya showed that girl to Sumit and asked him to get her tonight.

Sumit accepted the challenge and went near her. Riya was sitting there and watched both of them. Sumit went near that girl and offered her a drink. She accepted, and he sat near her and started a conversation. She was a little drunk at that time.

When enquired, she was an architecture student from West Bengal, and she came here for a solo trip. Her name was Sumie, and she was 22 years old. Her figures were 32B-28-30.

Sumit introduced Riya to Sumie, and all of them started drinking. Sumit and Sumie were almost drunk. While drinking, Sumit asked Sumie about having a night together with them. She agreed with him. Sumit won and persuaded her to stay with them.

The couple went to their hotel with Sumie. Comparing the three of them, Riya was the least drunk. They reached the hotel and went to the room. After reaching the room, Sumit and Sumie started making out. Both were high because of alcohol. They started smooching in front of Riya.

Riya watched them kissing. An unusual sensation was felt by her. She enjoyed watching Sumit making out with Sumie. After smooching Sumit, she slowly undressed herself. She had smaller breasts when compared to Riya and had dark nipples.

Sumit took her to bed. He undressed himself and went fully nude. He, too, was excited to bang Sumie in front of Riya. Riya handed over a condom pack to Sumit to wear before entering Sumie’s pussy. He wore the condom and made Sumie lie in doggy style.

Sumie was behaving like a sex slave of Sumit, and she did whatever Sumit said to her. Sumit started to bang her in doggy in front of Riya. As that was their first threesome, Riya was watching and enjoying the fucking. Riya undressed herself and sat near Sumie.

Riya started fingering herself, sitting there. Sumie was moaning like hell, but Sumit continued banging her. Riya continued playing with her own boobs with one hand and fingering with the other.

Riya: Sumit, why can’t you try the cowgirl position?
Sumit: (He was gasping) Why?
Riya: I too want to join you guys. I wanted you to suck my pussy while she rides your dick.
Sumit: Okay, babe, that sounds good.

He stopped banging Sumie. Sumie lay in bed, exhausted. Riya went near her and started kissing her like a lesbian partner. She kissed her whole body and started sucking her boobs. Sumie responded well, and they started to be more intimate.

Riya went down and started sucking her pussy. She played with her tongue on Sumie’s wet pussy. She sucked her pussy well deep and tight. Sumit got a break to relax and get ready for the next round, watching his sexy wife’s lesbian act.

Sumit instructed Sumie to come for the cowgirl position, and the sex slave instructed her boss. She sat and started jumping up and down. Her small boobs were moving up and down. At that time, Riya sat on Sumit’s face so that he could suck her pussy.

Riya extended her hand to give support to Sumie’s dancing boobs during her activity. Thus, the couple officially started a threesome. Sumit started licking Riya’s pussy while Sumie was riding on his dick. Meanwhile, Riya was groping Sumie’s soft boobs.

Sumit held Sumie’s hip and assisted her in her act. They continued for some time, and Sumit stopped Sumie when he was about to cum. He removed his condom, but the girls had other plans. Sumie started stroking Sumit’s dick while Riya started sucking his balls.

She slowly sucked those balls with pleasure and enjoyed what she was doing. Sumie started giving a blowjob, she sucked his dick deep into her throat and continued. She ran her tongue over his 6” dick. She was sucking so well.

Sumit was lying on the bed watching the girls’ show. He enjoyed their act. Sumit didn’t fuck Riya till that time, so he planned to start with Riya in the second round. Sumit planned to bang her in doggy style. He pulled her near him and started to bang that horny bitch very hard.

Riya was moaning with pleasure. Sumie went near her and started smooching her. She was being fucked and smooched at the same time. Sumie sat near Riya and started fondling her gorgeous, round, slightly saggy breasts. Sumie held one boob and started sucking it while Sumit was pounding at Riya’s back.

When Sumit was about to cum, he informed both ladies. They knelt before him, and he unleashed a cum towards both of them. His cum spread all over the faces and boobs of both ladies. He was exhausted and lay in bed. The ladies started fingering each other.

Riya was fingering Sumie and vice versa. After some time, Sumie shivered and squirted out. She got her orgasm. Riya kept on continuing her action. When Sumie had an orgasm, she fingered Riya faster and started licking her pussy continuously.

Within a few minutes, Riya ejaculated a load of her liquid. All three of them got an orgasm, and thus the session for that day ended. All three of them slept naked together that night.

Sumie was with them for the rest of the days in Rajasthan, and they visited all the places together and stayed together. On the fourth day, they thanked each other and separated. This was an awesome experience for all of them.

Any married women and ladies looking for casual friendship with no commitments or no relationship can contact me at [email protected]. Kindly give your feedback to improve my stories.

The Courting Period:

Hello readers, I am Deepak, currently married to Shalini, the star of this story. We live in Delhi. I will start by saying that I am a porn addict from a very young age. I have many fetishes, some of which are Japanese Porn, cuckold, and Passionate porn.

I always wanted someone to try all those fantasies. I was always the shy one, so I never got into a relationship. I had a few flings, but I wasn’t able to get to bed. Then, after taking care of all the adult bachelor responsibilities, I decided to marry.

Soon, I started to look for the girl. I was very particular about what I wanted: someone with an open mind like mine. Someone who would try all these fantasies with me.

I came across a picture on a matchmaking site. The girl was tall, slim, and had a fit, athletic build. Her name was Shalini. I sent her the match, and to my luck, she accepted it. We started a conversation, and she was into me. Our families, too, got involved, and the courting period started.

She was from a small family. She took care of the family duties as a daughter from a very small age. She was modern in her thoughts as she never compromised her studies. She was built like an athlete.

She has gorgeous wavy hair.  Her back was in proportion, and her waist stood out whenever she wore jeans. She was by no means thin but slim and fit.

We used to chat a lot. We started to chat about everything. I wanted to know how open-minded she is. I started talking about relationships and today’s dating culture. We talked about how people nowadays have boyfriends and girlfriends before marriage.

I wanted to know whether she had a boyfriend or not. I pressed her and took her in confidence that if she had one, it’s ok with me. Then one day, when I was pressing her on the topic, she told me that yes, she had a boyfriend a long time ago. They had broken up a few years back, and now they aren’t in contact.

She stated she is a loyal girl and will always be loyal to me. I started enquiring more about her past. After a few days of flirting and opening up past topics, she got comfortable with me and started to tell me more about her past.

I got to know they were physical. Something inside me tickled, and I wanted to know more about her past. I asked and asked, kept pressing her without breaking her trust and without making her uncomfortable. She told me how he used to fuck. He was the one who took her virginity.

I was getting hard by reading her words as she was unfolding the dark, sleazily secreted secrets of her past. Just imagine this girl would be in my bed as my wife.

In my mind, I was thinking about all kinds of things about where she met him. How did such an orthodox conservative girl become his sex slave? How hard did he use to fuck her? Did she cum on his cock? Did she ever take his load inside?

Did she ever take his cock inside her mouth and suck him? Did he fuck her ass? While thinking all of this, I was getting hard. I liked the feeling that she has experienced all that, and she might be willing to share all of this in detail.

With each passing day, as I was listening to her, I also started imagining. The more she told me about her past relationship, the more curious I got. I started asking all these questions one by one. I feel she has become more open with me.

She said he was her best friend’s brother. She used to go to her friend’s house to meet her. There, he too used to find ways to talk to her. He sent her a friend request on Facebook, and soon she started chatting with him.

One thing led to another, and they started meeting with each other outside without telling anyone. They often met at Fatehpur Sikri. They would walk together, sharing quiet embraces and holding hands like any other young couple.

On one evening, she told me he forcibly pushed her into the corner and kissed her. They kissed her for quite some time; she was all flustered and embarrassed by the act. I asked her if she resisted or felt uncomfortable. On the contrary, she told me she liked it.

I got such a hard-on reading her words as she wrote that. Things were moving fast, and he used to touch everywhere whenever they met after that. He used to sneak his hand inside her top and press those boobs. BTW, she has very soft boobs. She has light brown nipples and a perfectly sized areola.

Then I asked her how he convinced her of the sex. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. She was about to spill all her secrets to her future husband. She was hesitating a lot. I had to convince her that I trust her, and none of the things that she reveals about her past would ruin our relationship.

I told her relationships are built on transparency, trust, and openness. I don’t have problems with her past relationships, as it’s a part of life. I told her I want her to be confident and not ashamed of her past, as it’s a way of life.

These are the experiences a person had during his or her journey. No one needs to be apologetic about them. But then they should not hinder with the present, and the past should be cherished as a past.

She felt relieved by listening to my thoughts. She said she would stay loyal to me and only me. Her past has no dominion over her. She now knew that I liked listening to her raunchy experiences. She had no filters now. Now she is about to open a Pandora’s box of her life.

To be continued.

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Hello doston, main aapka dost Sahil hoon. Ek baar phir se aapke saamne ek nayi kahani le kar aaya hoon aur ummeed karta hoon ki aapko yeh kahani acchi lagegi.

Jo nayi readers hain, unhein apne baare mein bata doon. Main Delhi se hoon aur meri umar 25 saal hai. Main dekhne mein good looking hoon aur ek joint family mein rehta hoon.

Yeh jo story main batane ja raha hoon, woh meri purani kahani “Chachi ke Saath” ke uss pal ka agla hissa hai. Jo readers ne pehli part nahin padha hai, woh pehle woh story padh len, tabhi maza aayega.

Ab zyada bore nahin karte hue, kahani par aata hoon.

Jaise ki last story mein bataya tha ke humne raat mein chaar baar sex kiya aur ek doosre ki baahon mein aise hi so gaye. Subah jab meri aankh khuli toh chachi bed par nahin thi aur mere upar chaadar daali hui thi.

Main uth kar lower aur t-shirt pehen kar room se bahar nikla toh dekha ki chachi kitchen mein hain. Main unke paas gaya aur unko good morning wish kiya. Woh mujhe dekh kar sharma gayi.

Maine chachi ko gale laga liya toh woh ekdum se boli, “Koi aa jaayega.”

Tab main unko ek kiss kar ke alag ho gaya, jis wajah se unka face sharam se ekdum laal ho gaya tha.

Chachi boli, “Jaldi se taiyar ho jao… hospital jaana hai.”

Main jaldi se fresh hua aur breakfast kar ke hum car se hospital pahunch gaye. Wahan ja kar doctor se baat hui. Doctor ne bola ki condition stable hai.

Uss hospital mein mere close friend ke uncle bhi doctor the. Dost ne bol kar bataya tha woh. Woh senior doctor the. Woh aa kar dekhe aur bole, “Aap logon ko tension lene ki zaroorat nahin… ab main khud patient ko monitor karunga.”

Chachi ke poore gharwale khush ho gaye. Hospital mein zyada time tak nahin ruk sakte the aur abhi afternoon bhi ho gayi thi, toh main aur chachi lunch karne ke liye hotel aa gaye. Lunch kar ke hum ghar aa gaye.

Hum dono aise hi baat kar rahe the. Toh chachi boli aaj woh meri wajah se apni maa se mil paai. Agar main nahin hoti toh pata nahin woh apni maa se mil paate ya nahin. Aur woh rone lagi.

Maine chachi ko chup karaya aur unko gale laga liya. Woh mere seene se ekdum chipak gayi thi, jis wajah se mujhe unke boobs feel ho rahe the aur mera lund khada ho gaya.

Chachi ko bhi ehsaas ho gaya tha ki mera lund khada ho gaya hai. Chachi alag hui aur mere taraf dekhne lagi. Main bhi unki aankhon mein dekhte hue kiss karne laga, woh bhi response karne lagi.

Kuch time kiss karne ke baad main chachi ko god mein utha kar room mein le aaya aur bed par lita kar kiss karne laga. Chachi bhi garam ho gayi thi aur hum ek doosre ko pagalon ki tarah kiss karne lage. Aur pata hi nahin chala kab hum dono ne ek doosre ke poore clothes utaar diye.

Main chachi ke poore jism ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Chachi bhi full josh mein “Uuuuummmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaaassssssssss, ahhhhhhhhhhh” ki awaazein nikal rahi thi.

Kuch time baad main chachi ki chut par kiss kiya. Unke muh se “aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” ki awaz nikli aur main kiss karte hue zubaan ko andar tak daal raha tha.

Chachi ekdum pagal si ho gayi thi aur kuch time mein woh jhad gayi. Lekin main ruka nahin aur chut ko chaat’ta raha aur gand mein ek finger daal di.

Chachi dard se kaamp uthi aur boli, “Kya kar rahe ho? Finger nikalo… dard ho raha hai.”

Maine chachi se bola, “Mujhe aapki gand maarni hai.”

Woh mana karne lagi aur boli ki unhone kabhi gand nahin marwai hai aur gand marne mein bahut dard hoga. Main bahut samjhaya aur tab last mein woh taiyar hui.

Tab maine chachi ko doggy style mein kiya aur gand mein oil laga kar fingering karta raha. Unko dard ho raha tha, saath mein chut mein rub kar raha tha.

Jab gand ka suraakh thoda normal hua toh maine apne lund par oil laga kar chachi ki gand mein daal diya aur halka sa dhakka mara. Mera supaara hi andar gaya tha ki chachi cheekhne lagi aur boli, “Please Sahil, bahar nikal lo… bahut dard ho raha hai.”

Main kuch time aise hi ruka aur peeche se kiss karne laga aur boobs dabane laga. Saath mein chut bhi sehla raha tha. Kuch time mein woh normal hui toh maine aur oil laga kar ek tez ka dhakka mara aur mera poora lund chachi ki gand mein chala gaya.

Chachi bahut tez cheekhi aur rote hue boli, “Please bahar nikalo… meri gand fat jaayegi.”

Main kuch time ruka aur dobara pussy rub karne laga. Jab woh normal hui toh dobara gand mein lund aage peeche karne laga. Usse bhi maza aane laga.

Hum log kuch time tak chudai kiye aur uske baad dono saath mein jhad gaye. Chachi aise hi bed par let gayi aur main unke upar leta raha. Chachi ekdum thak gayi thi aur aise hi padi rahi.

Uske baad main alag hua toh chachi sahi se let gayi. Tab main chachi ko gale laga liya aur “I love you” bola.

Chachi bhi “I love you too” boli. Aur hum kuch time baad uth kar fresh hue.

Iss tarah hum dono chachi ke maayke mein 7 din rahe aur main daily chachi ki chudai karta tha aur apni paani unki chut mein hi nikal deta tha.

Chachi ki maa bhi theek ho gayi thi aur woh ghar aa gayi thi. Uske baad hum ghar aa gaye.

Maine pehle hi bataya tha ki hamari joint family hai. Isliye chachi ke saath sex karne ka mauka nahin milta tha. Aise hi ek mahina nikal gaya.

Ek din main so kar utha toh ghar ke sab log bahut khush dikh rahe the. Main poocha kya hua. Tab uss time meri dadi batai ki teri chhoti chachi maa banne waali hai.

Tab tak woh room se aayi aur woh bahut khush dikh rahi thi aur main yeh baat sunkar khush ho gaya. Sabko lag raha tha ki yeh bachcha chacha ka hai, lekin main aur chachi jaante the ki yeh bachcha kiska hai.

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My name is Anu Mehta. After the pub night, Satya and I became addicts. Every fantasy got dirtier. Every limit got pushed harder. We fucked like animals for days just remembering how those strangers used me while he watched.

One night, drunk on wine and each other, Satya grabbed my hair while he was deep inside me. “Imagine getting arrested,” he growled. “Short skirt. No panties. Cops searching every hole while I sit helpless behind glass.” I cum so hard I squirted all over him.

The idea burned in my brain for weeks. Three weeks later, I made it real. I wore my shortest denim skirt. So short that bending even a little showed everything. No panties. A tiny white crop top that barely covered my boobs. My nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Black thigh-high stockings with deliberate ladders running up them. Red high heels. Red lipstick-like blood. I looked like a cheap whore begging for trouble.
Satya dropped me near a 24-hour shop in a rough area. He kissed me hard in the car. His fingers slid under my skirt, found me already dripping.

“Get caught, baby,” he whispered. “Let them ruin you while I watch.”

I smiled. “I want you to suffer tonight.”

I walked into the shop. Heart pounding. Took a big bottle of vodka. Stuffed it inside my top so it pushed my boobs up even more. Walked out slowly, making sure the CCTV saw my face. Sirens came fast.

Two patrol cars screeched up. Four officers jumped out. The leader was tall, with cropped hair and built like a bodybuilder. Badge said Patel. He grabbed my wrist hard.

“Shoplifting, madam? And dressed like this?”

I giggled on purpose and let the bottle fall and roll on the ground. “Oops. Silly me.”

His eyes dropped to my skirt. It had ridden up. My bare pussy is on full show. “No panties either. Indecent exposure, too.” They cuffed me right there on the street. Cold metal bit my wrists behind my back. The position made my boobs push out. My skirt stayed high.

Anyone driving past could see everything. Satya sat in our car across the road. Watching. His hand was already in his lap. Eyes dark with that mix of pain and hunger I loved. At the station, the desk sergeant stared at my legs as he’d never seen skin before. They marched me past the counter.

My heels clicked loudly. Every man in the room turned. They put me in a small interview room. Metal table bolted to the floor. Hard plastic chair. Freezing air-con made my nipples like stones. They left me alone for twenty minutes. I sat with my legs slightly open.

My pussy throbbed. I was so wet it started dripping on the chair. The door finally opened. Five officers walked in. The four from the street plus the desk sergeant. All tall. All built. All in uniform. Belts. Boots. Authority dripping from them. Patel locked the door behind him. Clicked it slowly.

“Mrs Anu Mehta. Quite the list tonight. Shoplifting. Public indecency. Anything you want to confess?”

I bit my lip. Shifted so my skirt rode higher. “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Sir. Maybe you need to search me… thoroughly.”

Silence. Then slow smiles. Patel stepped behind me. “Stand up. Hands on the table. Legs wide apart.” I stood. Bent forward. My skirt lifted completely. Bare ass and pussy on show. I heard zippers and belts.

A gloved hand started at my ankle. Slow. Up the stocking. Over the lace top. Fingers grazed bare thigh. Reached my wet lips. Spread them. Patel’s voice is low. “No panties. And look how wet she is already.”

He held up two shining fingers in front of my face. “Explain this, Mrs Mehta.”
I turned my head. Licked his fingers clean. “Uniforms make me horny, Sir.”
That broke the dam. Patel grabbed my cuffed arms. Yanked them higher up my back.

Pushed my chest hard on the cold table. My crop top was dragged up. Boobs spilt out. Nipples scraped metal. Two officers stepped forward. Belts are fully open now. The first cock touched my lips. Thick. Veined. Already leaking. I opened wide. He didn’t wait.

He grabbed my hair and shoved deep into my throat. “Ah… fuck!” I gagged loudly. At the same moment, another officer lifted my hips higher. Rubbed his fat cock head along my dripping slit. Then slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
“OH GOD… YES!” I screamed around the cock in my mouth.

They laughed low. Patel leaned close to my ear. “Your husband is in the next room. Behind the glass. Watching his pretty wife get fucked by police cocks.” I moaned louder. Pushed back on the cock inside me. The one in my pussy started pounding. Hard. Deep. Skin slapping loudly.

“Fuck… she’s tight… so wet…”

Me: “Harder… please sir… fuck me harder…”

He slapped my ass sharply. “Beg like a proper slut.”

Me: “Please sir… fuck your married slut harder… ruin my pussy…”

He growled. Gripped my hips. Slammed so deep I saw stars. “Uhh… yes… like that… oh fuck!” The one in my mouth pulled my hair tighter. Fucked my throat raw. “Gag on it, whore… take every inch…”

I did. Tears ran. Mascara smeared. Spit dripped on the table. They found rhythm. When one thrust deep in my pussy, the other pulled out of my throat so I could scream. Then switched. I cum fast. Hard.

“FUCK… I’M CUMMING… AHHH!”

My pussy clenched. Juice squirted down my thighs. They didn’t stop. Fucked me through it.

Patel: “Look at the glass. Tell your husband what’s happening.”
I looked up. Saw Satya’s shadow. His hand is moving fast inside his pants.
Me (voice breaking): “Baby… they’re fucking me so good… their cocks are so big… ah!”

Satya’s shape jerked harder. The desk sergeant – older, salt-and-pepper beard – lay on the table in front of me. Pulled me on top by my hair. His cock slid into my pussy easily. Still loose from the first one. “Ride it, slut.”

I tried. But my cuffed hands made it hard. He gripped my waist. Bounced me hard. Patel stood behind me. Spat thick on my asshole. Rubbed it in with his thumb.

Me: “Yes… please… take my ass too…”

Patel: “Greedy little wife.”

He pushed in slowly. Thick head stretching my ring. Burned so good.

“OH FUCK… IT’S BIG… AHHH!”

Inch by inch, he filled my ass. Till his hips met my skin. Sergeant in my pussy. Patel in my ass. Both started moving. Perfect opposite rhythm.
“UNNGHH… SO FULL… FUCK… I CAN’T…”

I screamed. Came again. Harder. Squirting all over the sergeant’s uniform pants. The third officer stepped up. He fed his cock into my open, screaming mouth. Now all three holes are stuffed.

Patel: “Look at her take police cock in every hole. Your wife is a perfect whore.”

I looked at the glass again. Moaned around the cock.

Me: “Mmmp… yes… I’m your whore… fuck me… use me…”

They pounded harder.

Sergeant: “Feel that, slut? Two cocks inside you at once?”

Me: “Yes… oh god yes… don’t stop…”

My body shook between them. Boobs bouncing wild. Nipples scraped the sergeant’s shirt. I cum a third time. Screaming around the cock. Whole body spasming. Pussy and ass clenching. The one in my mouth groaned. Pulled out. Shot thick ropes across my face. Hot. Sticky.

“Open… swallow what lands in your mouth.”

I did. Tongue out. Catching cum. Another officer took his place. Shoved deep into my throat again. They rotated for ages. One finished deep in my pussy. Hot pulses fill me.

“Take police seed, married bitch.”

Another pulled out of my ass. Shot inside my open mouth. Patel stayed in my ass the longest. Pounded brutal.

Patel: “Tell your husband whose ass this is now.”

Me (sobbing from pleasure): “It’s yours, Sir… my ass belongs to the police now… ah fuck!”

He growled. Slammed deep. Filled my ass with cum. They uncuffed me finally. My wrists are red. I collapsed forward on the table. But they weren’t done.
Two officers grabbed my legs. Pulled them wide. Held me open.
The youngest one – big cock, thick as my wrist – rubbed it on my swollen pussy.

Me: “Please… more… I need more…”

He laughed. Slammed in.

“FUCK… YES… SO THICK… AHHH!”

He fucked like an animal. Table rocked. My boobs bounced painfully.

Me: “Harder… destroy my pussy… make me useless for my husband…”

He slapped my tits.

“Say it louder.”

Me (screaming): “DESTROY MY PUSSY… MAKE IT LOSE FOR MY CUCK HUSBAND… HE ONLY WATCHES!”

Behind the glass, I heard a muffled groan. Satya came in his pants. The officer grinned. Fucked faster. I cum again. Squirting hard. Soaking his uniform. Someone brought the thick silver baton from Patel’s belt. Rubbed it through my dripping folds.

Me: “Yes… fuck me with it… please…”

He pushed slowly. Thick metal stretching me wide.

“OH MY GOD… IT’S HUGE… AHHH… DEEPER…”

He fucked me with the baton while another fed me cock. I lost count of orgasms. One rolled into the next. Body shaking. Voice raw from screaming.
They wrote on my boobs with a permanent marker.

“POLICE SLUT”
“FREE USE”
“CUCK’S WIFE”

One took phone photos. Flash bright. “For training purposes,” he joked.
Another made me hold my pussy open while he zoomed in on the cum leaking out.

Finally, they finished. Cum everywhere. Face painted white. Boobs glazed. Pussy and ass gaping. Thighs sticky rivers. Stockings torn to shreds. I could barely move. Lay on the table panting. Body twitching.

Patel wiped my chin with his thumb. Fed me the cum. “Good girl. Charges dropped. But community service starts next Friday night. Wear even less.”
I smiled weakly. Voice hoarse. “Yes sir… I’ll be here…”

They wrapped me in a rough grey blanket that smelled of bleach. Opened the door. Satya was waiting outside. Face flushed. Pants are wet at the front. Eyes wild. He took me in his arms. Carried me to the car. In the dark car park, he couldn’t wait. Pushed me into the back seat. Threw the blanket off.

Saw the writing on my boobs. The cum is still fresh. He groaned loudly. Shoved into my loose, cum-filled pussy in one thrust.

Satya: “Fuck… you’re so sloppy… full of them.”

Me: “Yes, baby… five police loads inside me… fuck your used wife.”

He pounded desperately. Hands shaking.

Me: “They were bigger… meaner… they made me scream things I never said to you.”

He cried out. Came hard. Added his load deep. Then he pulled out. Licked me clean. Tongue scooping stranger cum and his own. I held his head. Came again on his face.

At home, he carried me inside. Laid me on the kitchen table. Spent hours licking every drop out of me. Fingering both holes till I sobbed from overstimulation. Then fucked me again. Slow. Possessive. In every hole.

Satya: “You’re mine again now.”

Me: “Always yours… but next Friday I go back for more.”

He smiled darkly. Cock hard again. “Wear the shortest thing you own.”
I already know what it will be. Nothing at all.

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Since you guys showed much love in the mail, I am here to narrate the next part as promised. Adya fought with her husband and told him she was staying with her parents in an angry mood.

We were just in Simran’s flat, where she was all alone and ready to begin. Adya’s parents scolded her and told her to come home immediately. Her husband was already there.

I took Adya and dropped her, and we dropped the plan for a week due to work pressure and family commitments. But sex is so ingrained in our bodily senses, we find a way.

Adya had a chance to take two office people to an event out in a different city. Adya chose Simran and me to accompany her. Since work was during the daytime on Friday, she booked a presidential suite for 2 days.

We reached the city and got our work wrapped up. Then Adya and Simran told me to wait in the lobby as they needed some private time. Both of them went into the room and got dressed for the party.

They dressed like a slut in a sexy mini dress with exposed boobs. Adya was in a black, tight-fitted dress, while Simran was in a flashy, glittery cowl-neck dress.

Both looked so sexy, and they wanted to dance and get drunk. We went to the club and started shots. After a few minutes, both girls danced together on the floor like crazy and took me with them. Many guys looked at them with lust, and it was driving the excitement up.

Finally, we returned to our suite and crashed on the bed, resting. After a few moments, I turned towards Simran.

Me: Those guys were enjoying grinding you in the crowd.

Simran: I also enjoyed that. The perks of dressing slutty are that guys take the chance.

Adya: It was the best clubbing I ever done.

Me: So now what, do you guys have the energy?

Simran: Are you an idiot? My pussy is itching for you to breed me.

Adya: Bring it on and destroy us, darling.

Me: But I am super sleepy and tired.

Simran inserts her hand into my trousers and slowly touches it. She comes closer and whispers.

Simran: No need to sleep now. Let’s do one session, and we will sleep. In the morning and during the day, we will enjoy ourselves.

Adya also joined and pulled my trousers and started fondling my dick. As it got hard, Adya got on top and rode it for 5 minutes. She got tired, and Simran rode it for 7-8 minutes. She was also super drunk and tired.

As Adya hopped again, I cum inside her, and we slept cuddling on a single bed. Early in the morning, I woke up to piss and saw both of them sleeping. I was pissed and went to bed. Then inserted my dick in Adya’s pussy.

She immediately got up and turned towards me. “You only woke me up. It looks like my pussy is your favourite.” I squeezed her butt and whispered, “You are the boss, so I decided to make you happy first.”

As I gently spooned her, squeezing her boobs, her light moans were like music to my ears, making me pump my dick even deeper inside her. After about 10 minutes, I creamed her pussy and started cuddling and smooching.

We were hungry so ordered some coffee, fruits and a little breakfast. Simran was beside me inside the blanket. I was lazy and naked, and Adya went to open the door in the bathrobe. The waitress came in and laid the breakfast on the table.

Adya told her to prepare coffee and serve the food as she slipped into a blanket and took my hands to her pussy. She also grabbed my dick, giving me a handjob.

The blanket was moving, and I am sure the waitress noticed it, but Adya loved teasing after our first encounter. The waitress left, and we started positioning fruit slices on Simran’s body. As she woke up after we were halfway done, Adya told her to stay still.

We ate directly using our mouths, biting fruit and her body. Adya was particularly super naughty as she took a bite off Simran’s navel, and she sat on her face, making her lick her pussy.

Simran also explored her pussy and got angry. She tasted cum inside and told me you guys fucked without waking me up. As Simran held Adya by the hair, giving her Hindi slang.

Adya was smiling and said he woke me up and told me he loves my pussy more. Then Simran looks at me with disappointment and gets angry. As I approach her, she begins to go away and yells at me to stop touching her.

I try a few more times, and then I leave her. I take my belt out and start spanking Adya as she bends over the bed corner on my instruction. I hit her once and then twice and thrice. With each strike, her ass swelled as belt marks were embossed on her tush. A loud moan and whimpering echoed with body shivering and adjusting to pain.

As she gained normalcy, another strike and another. Simran was enjoying the show, and her eyes glimmered with lust. Adya then turned and told me to spank her boobs.

I pull her nipple like a cow getting ready to milk and ask Simran to pass the comb. As I get a comb in my hand, I spank her boobs and turn them red. Her reaction to each spank has turned us all, and Simran is now ready and flowing.

As Simran was on top of Adya in the 69 position. I started fucking Simo in doggy. Adya’s boobs rubbed my balls, and her fingers were teasing my ass. After a few minutes, I was totally spent and crashed after creaming her pussy.

Adya wanted to get fucked as well, but I was having difficulty. I don’t know why, but I was very low on energy. Then Adya told me to go and get the Viagra. As I bought pills, the girls were in sexy lingerie, and handcuffs were on the table.

There was also a strapon and a remote dildo. Simran told me our boss wants to be fucked like no tomorrow. So we use both cuffs to tie her to the opposite corner of the bed. Her legs are left free.

I take a pill, and while waiting for it to kick in, we insert a remote-controlled vibrator in Adya and Simran’s pussy. Both of them are in bed. Adya is tied, and Simran is on top of her, convulsing to the vibration, while they smooched passionately.

Simran used all the dirty filth she could come up with and slapped her cheeks and treated her like a sex doll. Adya was quivering like crazy and begged to stop. I gained the boner and immediately stopped using the vibrator and started fucking Adya in missionary.

Adya was flowing like crazy and shaking uncontrollably. So after a few minutes, I pulled my dick and started ramming Simo’s ass. She also had the vibrator inside her pussy, which sent shivers down my spine. I felt a different kind of sensation I never felt before.

Within minutes, my balls pumped all the cum inside her. My dick was now sore, and I needed some rest. We lay on the arms of Adya, caressing her, toying with her and doing whatever we felt like.

It was lunch time, so we ordered the food. Room service brought the food as we wore our underwears and untied Adya to get ready to eat. As the girls had sheer lingerie, when the waiter came with food, they kept stealing glances.

Simran told him to look freely, as they don’t mind. The waiter was shy, so he left in a hurry. As we ate our lunch and lay on the bed, we felt sleepy and crashed on the bed, fondling and cuddling.

In the night, Simran wore the strapon with a big dick. She and Adya put on a show in front of me. As Simo degraded Adya like a ruthless bitch, Adya submitted to all her whims. Her red sore ass and tits were badges of honour.

Simo also asked to be spanked, but as my first strike impaled her, she was in tears and told me to stop. I then took Adya’s mouth and inserted my dick in her mouth. Slowly, I gagged her on my lollipop till Adya lost her breath. Then, as I pulled out, I slapped her cheeks and choked her, smooching and biting her lips.

Simo was amazed to see me wild, and I did the same with her. I even gave her multiple love bites on her neck and cheeks. She was also acting like a wild cat, scratching my back with her sharp, long nails.

Her filthy talk to degrade herself and calling out slurs even made us hornier. It was going fine as our foreplay and sex went on for hours. It was exhausting, but the girls were raunchy and wild, and they took only yes for an answer.

The next morning was our flight, and we woke up and showered together fucking one last time. As we left, we walked with pain and memories of last night.

After this, we occasionally enjoyed ourselves, but Adya’s husband found out and got us fired. We were terminated from our jobs, and I had to go to a different city for a new job.

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As days passed by, I became more eager to witness more of my mother’s actions. I lost the picture of the pious Indian woman, which is normally expected of a woman her age. In my eyes, she was reduced to a sex-hungry animal craving a man’s touch and a great fuck.

I waited for the right time to witness more of her slutty actions. I wanted to watch her body sweat and jiggle while being pumped deep by his erect cock. I could not even count how many times I jerked myself to the same video clip of my Mom over the past three days.

It was incomplete, but somehow it could best even the most premium porn that the internet could offer. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long enough. It was exactly three days after I recorded the video. While reading her WhatsApp chats, I noticed something new.

She was talking to a man named Vijay. It was a bit unusual. She was more discreet with him than with any of the other men. I could see she would delete the text as soon as her conversation ended. It was only during the live screenshare of the device that I was able to see the texts.

From their conversation, I got to know that Vijay was a rich, divorced businessman. He used to buy my Mom a lot of gifts and pay her dearly. She was, in a way, his personal escort. He would want her rarely, but whenever he did, she could not refuse because of the favours he used to shower on her.

That day, they fixed a meeting after two days in a location which Mom seemed to know implicitly. But it was nowhere mentioned in their conversation. Seeing a great opportunity, I immediately knew that I had to get into the matter and witness their actions taking place.

I had seen almost everything that my Mom was capable of. But I still had the excitement about what I was going to witness as if it were my first time. I slept that night with a thumping heart. I could not get over the thought of her with Vijay the entire time.

The next day, I told Mom that I would be visiting some of my friends in the evening. I would stay with them for a few days. Mom was obviously very happy to hear that and told me I was good to go. She would take care of the house. I went out in the evening with a bag, making it look like I was visiting my friend.

But actually, it was a ruse. I booked a hotel nearby and stayed there. The hotel was close to our apartment, so I could easily see my Mom going out. The next day, from the chats, I got to know the exact time they had planned for their meeting. I was ready with my concealed camera for recording the entire act.

It was actually in the evening. Somehow, I passed the time playing some games. Finally, when it was time for her to go out, I went out on a bike. I kept a close watch on the exit of my apartment. Finally, when I noticed her come out, I was awestruck at her beauty.

She wore a bright-red saree and had her hair done. She was wearing a good amount of makeup, which was abnormal. She did not need to use a lot for a woman of her beauty. Her bright lipstick was a cherry on the cake, making her look like an actual prostitute.

She immediately got on an auto, and from a distance, I started following her. I was surprised as it took almost an hour since I was following her. We were already at the city outskirts when the auto stopped, and she got out of the auto. It was an isolated place.

She walked to the other side of the road. Across the flyover. I noticed a white Fortuner with black tinted windows. I knew that it was indeed Vijay. The entire area was a rustic place with a few scattered huts everywhere. Mom opened the door and got into the Fortuner.

It took a left turn and drove away from the main road and into the village. I kept following, and after some time, they came across an isolated wooden cabin. It was just big enough to have two rooms and a balcony. The car stopped in front of the cabin, and both of them got out hurriedly.

It was already dusk by that time, and I was watching from a distance, hiding behind a bush. I was scared that they would get a whiff of someone spying on them. Even from that distance, it was clear that they started making out as soon as they got out of the car.

Vijay immediately grabbed her boobs over her blouse and pulled her towards him. He placed his lips over hers, lifted her with his other hand, and placed her on the bonnet of the car. His other hand was crushing her soft bosom. All this time, Mom was smooching him like a drug addict.

One of her hands pressed his head towards hers, and her other hand explored his crotch. Even though it was dark, their irresistible urge to have sex with each other made the entire atmosphere erotic. Even at that distance, I was able to smell their juicy aroma.

Vijay started to slowly strip her of her saree. Nisha was now just in her bra and panties. Vijay lifted her from the bonnet and took her inside the cabin. When they got inside, I felt a wet patch inside my inner. The amount of precum I was getting watching them in action was more than I could cum while masturbating.

After some 10 minutes, I gathered some courage. I made my camera ready and decided to go there and record the entire activity. It was already dark by that time. I was not sure whether I could record anything in that dark. I tiptoed my way to the cabin.

Since it was a wooden cabin, it had many gaps which enabled me to peek inside. What I saw there blew my mind. My mother, Nisha, was lying on her back on the sofa with her head popping out of the corner. I saw a huge bulge in her throat. It was pretty evident what was going on inside the cabin.

What was more surprising was the girth of Vijay’s cock. The strength with which he was crushing my Mom’s naked boobs. When he finally pulled his dick out of her throat, a long trail of Mom’s saliva gushed out with his cock. Mom was breathing heavily, gasping for oxygen.

His huge prick had been choking her for quite some time. He immediately collected all the saliva in his hand. In the next second, smeared it all over her face. She let out a loud moan as he was doing so, and even swallowed some of the remaining spit off his fingers like a complete slut she was.

He then made his cock ready once more before shoving it right back inside her throat. The sound of his pumping made the scene even more erotic. By that time, the precum in my pants was overflowing, and there was a wet patch on my outer jeans.

They decided to turn on the lights as it had been quite dark by that time. It made the scene even better. I was now able to record their entire steamy session. I quickly set my camera up in a position from which the entire room was easily visible.

Vijay tore off the remaining pieces of her saree, and both of them were stark naked by that time. He lifted her, threw her on the sofa and then she instinctively opened up her legs. This was the first time I was getting a view of her clean-shaven pussy.

It was surprisingly pink, and even her inner thighs were very fair, contrary to what I had seen in most Indian women. My joy was, however, short-lived as the very next moment, her pussy was covered by his head. He went down on her and started eating her pussy.

I could clearly see my Mom’s eyes rolling up as his tongue did its magic on her. She was in another world with his licking. I wouldn’t lie, but at that time, even I was envious of Vijay. Suddenly, my Mom let out a loud shriek, and I knew that she had a big orgasm.

The next moment, Vijay removed his head from her thong. I could see that the sofa was already drenched in her sweet squirt. Vijay immediately stood up and planted a kiss on my mother, exchanging her nectar with her. The kiss lasted longer than before. Nisha was enjoying the taste of her own cum.

Vijay then climbed onto the sofa. Mom was lying stark naked, still with her legs open and started fingering herself. On a closer look, I found out that it was actually three fingers going inside her. With the fast strokes of his fingers, he began tickling her insides.

Mom was already feeling every stroke, and at last, she had another orgasm. Vijay then scooped her entire cum out of her pussy and smeared it over her tits and stomach. He then gave her a long lick, starting at her pussy, over her stomach, and between her tits.

Finally ending at her mouth, where they once again smooched dearly. Mom couldn’t control herself anymore as she cried aloud, which at the same time gasped for breath, “TEAR ME VIJAY! DO IT FAST.” Her words seemed to act like an aphrodisiac on him.

He immediately got another surge of energy. He lifted Nisha in his arms and flipped her over. He placed one of her legs on his shoulders and finally placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Though his dick was not very long, his stamina and rhythm seemed to do the trick.

He was pumping her with deep, long strokes at first. However, his strokes soon changed into a fast drilling, and in the next moment I could hear the entire sofa shaking with their fucking. Mom closed her eyes, and she fell numb for some time.

Vijay showed no signs of wearing off as he maintained the same speed and rhythm. Mom opened her eyes for some time and screamed, “YES! I AM THERE! I AM THERE! DON’T STOP.” before she squirted again. But this time, there was thick white fluid following afterwards.

I knew that she cum during the fuck. The most surprising thing was that it did not affect Vijay as he continued drilling her. He suddenly pulled his dick after some time and then made her lie on her knees facing down. Now her pussy and ass were facing straight into the camera.

Vijay started thrusting his dick into her in doggy position. Mom was silent once again as he kept on drilling her for 10 more minutes. Vijay then told Nisha that he was close and about to cum. Mom told him not to stop, and Vijay, as an obedient man, kept on going.

Then he let out a huge moan, making it clear that he finally cum inside her. They both froze in the same position for some time. When he finally pulled his limp dick outside, a lot of cum flowed out of her pussy. Mom lay in the same position for some more time as Vijay went to the other room.

When she finally stood up, I was shocked to see the amount of white thick cum flowing out of her pussy. It trailed out of her pussy and drenched her entire legs before making a small puddle on the floor. Looking at that, I forgot everything that was happening at that time.

I was too horny and had to jerk off. I immediately opened my button and started jerking off, imagining what I just saw inside the cabin. I was too horny to think about the threat of being discovered. I jerked off for some time, looking up at the night sky.

I soon shot long ropes of cum on the ground. I felt relaxed after releasing it after holding it for such a long time. I came to my senses once again and looked through the hole. Vijay is sitting on the sofa with his pants on. Mom is entering the room with a towel wrapped around her.

She took a shower and started changing her clothes in front of Vijay. I knew that they were about to come out, so I needed to leave the place. However, I hung around for some more time to witness what they did next. Vijay handed my Mom an orange envelope, which she put inside her bag.

I closed the camera while peeping inside when I saw that they were kissing once again before the lights turned off. It was the sign that I leave the spot ASAP lest I should be seen by anybody. I picked up the camera and went to my bike and immediately got away from the place.

Since I had the entire recording, I could watch it anytime. I decided to go back to the hotel and wait till my Mom returns. As I told her I would be back the next day, a fun idea crossed my mind. I made a plan. I would go into the house as soon as she got inside and tell her that I got some work, so I came early.

After a couple of hours, I saw her getting out of an auto and going into the house. I soon followed her inside, pretending not to know anything. I rang the doorbell after two minutes. As soon as she opened the door, her face turned white on seeing me. She was not expecting me among all the people.

I looked at her. She was in the same saree that she wore while going out with Vijay, but this time, with smeared makeup and tousled hair. She knew that I doubted her whereabouts, but I acted as normally as I could, pretending to overlook everything.

I told her I had some work, so I had to come early. When she changed into normal clothes, I teasingly asked her where she had gone. She replied hesitatingly that she had gone to a massage parlour, explaining her tousled hair and appearance. I immediately nodded and acted cool.

I could sense my Mom scared to death, and the entire night, she was acting extremely uneasy. Though it was difficult to bear, I must admit it was fun as hell.

My name is Anu Mehta. I am 31 years old. Married to Satya for six years. From the outside, we look perfect. Good jobs. Nice flat in Mumbai. Smiling photos on Instagram. But no one knows our secret.

Satya loves to watch me with other men. It started as bedroom talk. He would whisper dirty things while fucking me. “Imagine another man inside you… while I watch.” At first, I laughed. Then I got wet. Very wet.

One night after too much wine, I said, “Yes. Just once. To try.” I chose a black one-piece dress. Tight. Short. No bra. Tiny lace thong. Black thigh-high stockings. I looked in the mirror and felt my heart race. My nipples were already hard.

Satya parked outside the pub. His hand shook on my thigh.

“You look like a slut,” he said. Voice thick.

“That is the plan,” I replied. I kissed him hard. Bit his lip. “Watch me break our marriage tonight.”

Inside the pub, it was dark. Loud music. Smell of sweat and drinks. Satya took a corner booth. Perfect view of the dance floor. He ordered whiskey for himself. Vodka-cranberry for me.

I drank three fast. The warmth spread. My head felt light. My pussy felt heavy. Satya leaned close.

“Go dance. Tease them. Tease me.”

I walked to the floor. Heels clicking. Hips are already moving. I closed my eyes. Let the bass take me. Hands in my hair. Back arched. Dress riding up slowly. Men noticed fast.

The first one came behind me. Tall. Bearded. Hands on my waist. Light at first. Then firmer. Another in front. Blond. Smiling. Pressing close. Soon, five men. Then six. Circle me. Hands everywhere.

One slid up my thigh. Felt the lace top of my stocking. Kept going. Found bare skin. “No panties?” he whispered. I shook my head. Smiled. Another hand from the front. Under the dress. Fingers on my thong. Felt how wet it was.

“Fuck, she is soaked.”

I looked at Satya. He gripped his glass tight. The other hand is inside his jeans. Stroking slow. Eyes burning. Someone pulled my hair. Not soft. Teeth on my neck.

“Your husband likes this?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

They got bolder. The straps of my dress pulled down. Boobs are almost out. Hands squeezing. Pinching nipples. Someone slapped my breast lightly. I gasped. One pushed his thigh between my legs. I ground on it. Shameless. Chasing friction. My thong was ruined.

A rough voice: “Look at him.”

They turned my face to Satya.

“Tell him thank you.”

I licked my lips.

“Thank you, baby… for letting them touch your wife.”

Satya’s hand moved faster. I came right there on the dance floor. Legs shaking. Biting my lip hard to stay quiet. They did not stop. A big guy with a shaved head and neck tattoos grabbed my wrist.

“Back room. Now.”

They pulled me down a hallway. Satya followed. The big guy looked back.

“Watch only, cuckold.”

Storeroom. Dim red light. Smell of old beer. Door shut. Dress ripped down to the waist. The thong was torn off. I stood naked except for stockings and heels. Someone pushed me to my knees. Cocks out. Three at once. Slapping my face. Smearing pre-cum.

I opened my mouth. Took the first one deep. He held my hair. Fucked my throat. Behind me, fingers spread my pussy. Then a thick cock slammed in. No warning. I screamed around the cock. They laughed.

“Married slut loves it rough.”

They took turns. Mouth. Pussy. Passing me around. Someone spat on my ass. Pushed thumb in.

“Tight here too.”

I moaned.

“Yes… use my ass…”

The big guy lay on a crate. Pulled me on top. Cock in my pussy. Another behind. Pushed into my ass slowly. Stretching me.

“Oh god… so full…” I cried.

They moved together. Deep. Hard. I came again. Squirting on the crate.
The third one is in my mouth. All holes filled.

Big guy: “Look at the door. Your husband is jerking off.”

I looked. Saw Satya. Hand fast. Face red. I cum harder. They kept going. Changed places. New cocks. Different tastes. More cum. One came in my mouth. Made me swallow.

“Good wife.”

Another deep in my pussy. Hot pulses. One pulled out of my ass. Shot on my back. Then more rounds. They bent me over the crate. Fucked my ass hard. Another in the mouth. I lost count of orgasms. Body shaking. Tears running. Mascara everywhere.

Finally, they finished. Cum is leaking from every hole. Dress ruined. Hair wild.
Satya came in. Knelt. Kissed me deep. Tasted them on my tongue.

“My perfect dirty wife.”

I smiled. Voice gone.

“Take me home… clean me… then fuck your used slut.”

He carried me out. Past staring people. Like a trophy. In the car, he fingered me all the way. I came again to the seat. At home, he slammed me against the wall. Ripped the rest of the dress.

Satya: “You are dripping their cum.”

Me: “Then taste it.”

He dropped to his knees. Licked me clean. Tongue deep. Eating everything.
I held his head. Came on his face. Then he tied my wrists to the bed. Fucked my throat till I choked. Finally slammed into my loose pussy.

“Tell me.”

Me: “They were bigger. Rougher. They didn’t ask.”

He growled. Fucked harder. Hand on throat. I cum. Squirted hard. He took my ass last. Added his load. We slept sticky and happy.

That was our first time. The beginning.

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