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Hi, main Vishal hoon aur main aapko apne saath hui ek true aur unexpected raat ki baat batane ja raha hoon. Wo raat main kabhi nahi bhool sakta. Uss raat maine aur meri pyaari cousin ne bohot maze kiye aur sex kiya.

Meri ek cousin hai jiska naam Jaya hai. Uski age uss waqt 20 saal thi aur main 22 ka tha. Uski family Mumbai mein rehti hai aur hum Maharashtra ke hi ek town mein rehte hain. Bachpan mein saath rehne ke kaaran hum ek dusre ke saath kaafi frank the. Ek dusre ke saare secrets share karte the. Ab bade hone ke baad milna-julna bohot kam ho gaya tha; hum 4-5 months mein ek baar milte the. Ye baat kuch hi din pehle ki hai.

Ek din achanak se kisi kaam ki wajah se uski family unke proper waale gaon aaye. Unka gaon hamare town ke paas hi tha. Aur shaam ko uski family hamare ghar aa gayi. Main dekh ke chaunk gaya ki iss baar Jaya ka badan kaafi badal gaya tha.

Pehle toh wo ekdum dubli patli si thi, lekin ab uska badan kaafi achha ho gaya tha. Sharir bohot achhe se bhar chuka tha; chaati badh chuki thi. Usne short T-shirt pehen rakhi thi aur uski kamar saaf saaf dikhayi de rahi thi.

Itna badlav dekh kar main chaunk gaya. Pehle kabhi uske liye aisa kuch feel nahi hua tha, magar iss baar uske badan ko dekh kar mujhe uski chah jaag uthi.

Hamesha ki tarah hamari families ne milkar khana khaya, baatein ki aur uske baad wo sab so gaye. Ab sirf hum 3-4 cousins bohot der tak games khelte rahe. Uske baad wo sab bhi sone chale gaye. Ab sirf main aur Jaya baatein karte hue baithe the, kyunki hum dono kaafi baatein ek dusre ko share karte the, jaise ki wo apne BF ke baare mein mujhe batati aur main apne GF ke baare mein use batata.

Magar reh-reh kar meri nazar uski khuli kamar aur T-shirt ke peeche dabe hue boobs par ja rahi thi aur mere andar ka mard jaag raha tha. Hum ghar ke bahar gallery mein baithe huye the. Koi hamari baatein na sunle, isliye hum dono kaafi close baith ke baatein kar rahe the.

Baatein karte hue mujhe achanak se toilet aayi aur main apne phone uske haath mein dekar washroom chala gaya. Magar meri gallery mein mera ek black & white filter mein nude pic tha, jo maine mere GF ko bhejne ke liye click kiya tha. Usme main full mirror ke saamne khada hua tha aur maine ek bhi kapda nahi pehna tha.

Pic nikalte waqt main bohot mood mein tha, isliye mera lund poora khada hua tha ekdum rod ki tarah. Jab main toilet se wapas aaya, toh maine dekha ki recent apps mein gallery mein wahi pic open thi. Usne wo pic dekh liya tha.

Pehle toh mujhe embarrassing feel hua, magar shayad usi wajah se wo mere saath aur zyada frank ho gayi – adult jokes, waghera karne lagi. Mujhe bhi achha lagne laga.

Aur fir maine usse poocha:

Me: Tum physically kaafi badal gayi ho.

Jaya: Toh ye badlav achha hai ya bura?

Me: Bohot achha badlav hai. (uske badan ko niharte hue)

Jaya: Achha ji?

Me: Ab toh tumhare BF ke maze hi maze honge. (dono hass rahe the)

Jaya: Nahi, humne abhi tak kuch nahi kiya hai. Tumne apne GF ke saath sab kuch kiya hoga na?

Me: Nahi na… sirf upar upar se. (dono hass rahe the)

Jaya: Jhooth mat bolo. Ye upar upar se kya hota hai, haan?

Me: Upar upar se matlab lip kiss… wahan pe kiss. (uske boobs aur kamar ki taraf ungli se ishara karte hue kaha; dono hass rahe the)

Jaya: Ye boobs kiss kya hota hai? (majak mein)

Me: Jhoothi… tujhe toh sab pata hoga. (haste hue) Meri GF toh mujhse bohot boobs pe kiss karwati hai… use bohot pasand hai aur mujhe bhi.

Jaya: Achha… kitna maza aata hai?

Me: Wo bataya nahi jaata, experience kiya jaata hai. (dono haste hue)

Aise baatein karne se ab meri himmat bohot badh chuki thi aur main ye mauka gavana nahi chahta tha. Toh maine risk leke ye naughty sawal puch hi liya.

Me: Karogi kya experience?

Jaya: Mood toh hai, but…

Me: But kya? Main hoon na. (naughty smile dete hue)

Jaya: Ohh, toh ye baat hai? Main bhi kaafi der se dekh rahi thi tumhari nazar meri chaati aur kamar par bohot ja rahi hai. (dono hass rahe the)

Me: (sharmate hue smile) Itni zyada sexy dikhogi toh nazar toh jayegi hi na?

Jaya: OMG… (sharmate hue) Theek hai, but kisi ko mat batana.

Me: Pakka… kisi ko nahi bataunga.

Ye kehte hue maine uski kamar par haath rakh diya. Yaar, kya hi soft-mulayam kamar thi uski. Kab se mujhe craving ho rahi thi uske kamar ko chune ki; ab jaake puri hui. Usne bhi kuch nahi kaha, kyunki wo bhi bohot mood mein thi.

Usne aankhein band kar li. Fir maine uska T-shirt thoda upar kiya aur jhuk ke uske kamar ko kiss karne laga, chatne laga, daant se kaatne laga. Kya hi swaad tha uski mulayam kamar ka. Uski nabhi mein jeebh daalne laga.

Wo bhi support kar rahi thi, usne haath mere sir par rakh ke mere baalon mein ungliyaan pherne lagi. Fir uske face pe, lips pe kiss karne laga, hamare lips lock ho gaye. Saliva exchange ho raha tha. Dono ki dhadkane badh rahi thi.

Uska badan kapkap raha tha, jaise thand mein hota hai. Maine uska T-shirt boobs ke upar utha diya, bra niche kar di aur uske wo gore-gore mulayam boobs ab khul kar bahar aa chuke the. Bilkul hi perfect boobs – uspar brown nipples.

Kya hi nazara tha wo; main kabhi bhool nahi sakta. Maine seedhe apne lips uske nipples par rakh diya aur chusne laga. Uske boobs itne mulayam the ki mere muh mein aasani se nahi aa rahe the. Ek boob haath se dabane laga aur dusra chusne laga, nipples ko daant se kaat raha tha.

Tabhi wo halki-halki siskiyan bharne lagi. Raat ke andher mein bas ab uske boobs chatne, chusne ki aur uski siskiyon ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Jaya ne mere sir pe haath rakhke mera sir uske boobs par daba rahi thi, jaise ki main uske boobs aur zyada zor se chusne lagu. Mera lund ab khada ho gaya aur uss cotton pant ke bahar aane ke liye tilmila raha tha.

Ab hum puri tarah se bekaboo ho chuke the. Hum ye sab ghar ki gallery mein kar rahe the. Tabhi Jaya ne mujhe roka aur kaha, “Humein yahan koi bhi dekh sakta hai.”

Me: Peeche waala kamra khali hai… wahan chalte hain.

Kyunki ab control karna mushkil ho chuka tha, toh hum dono jaldi se peeche waale kamre mein chale aaye. Andar se door lock kar liya aur fir se wahi sab karna shuru kiya. Kiss karte hue hum sofe par let gaye aur maine uska T-shirt upar karte karte utaar hi diya.

Usne apne bra ka hook khol diya aur maine uski bra kheench kar phenk di. Ab wo mere saamne poori topless ho gayi. Haaye, uska wo milky white badan. Fir se passionately uske saare badan par kiss karne, chatne laga.

Ab uska haath mere khade lund par jaane laga. Main samajh gaya ab use kya chahiye. Isliye maine apni pant aur underwear utaar di. Ab mera ekdum rod ki tarah kadak lund uske saamne tha, jo ki usne abhi-abhi pic mein dekha tha.

Fir usne mere lund ko haath mein liya aur seedha apna muh mere lund ki aur badha diya. Jaise hi uske lips ne mere lund ko touch kiya, aisa sukoon mehsus hua jaise maine jannat hi paali ho. Aur usne mera lund apne muh mein le liya. Poora toh uske muh mein nahi ja raha tha, lekin jitna gaya tha, usi ko choosne lagi.

Jab uska mann bhar gaya, tab maine use niche litaya aur uski pant utaar di. Usne andar se kuch nahi pehna tha. Aur aakhir mere lund aur uske choot ka bhi milan ho gaya. Mere paas condom nahi tha, isliye maine sambhal ke sex kiya – andar ejaculate nahi kiya.

Uss raat hum dono ne bohot maze kiye. Thodi der baad hum bahar aate, ye dekhne ke liye ke koi jaag toh nahi gaya, aur andar jaakar fir se shuru ho jaate. Mujhe yaad hai uss raat humne 3 baar sex kiya. Dono ne khoob enjoy kiya. Wo raat hum dono kabhi nahi bhool sakte.

Doosre din Jaya ne din bhar aaram kiya. Maine bhi uska khayal rakha. Usne kaha ki kal raat wali baat just ek heat of the moment thi aur fir aisa kabhi nahi hoga. Aur agle din shaam ko Jaya apne family ke saath Mumbai chale gayi. Magar main aaj bhi hamare next meet ka besabri se intzaar kar raha hoon.

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Toh doston, ye thi meri aur mere cousin Jaya ki sacchi kahani.

Phir milenge.

Hey everyone! I’m back here with the second part of getting laid with my neighbour MILF in Australia. I’m John (that’s my pen name), I’m 27, average build, a Mallu guy living in Australia. Quick heads-up: don’t ask about the heroine’s details in this story – it’s private.

So, a week after the previous incident with her. When I got up and looked at my phone, I saw 5 messages. When I checked, it was from Treasa aunty. I opened it eagerly. It was a voice note. It says that she is in her ovulation and craving to get fucked,

So, she want to do it again today! I was told to come after 10 o’clock at night as her husband would be on nightshift. I texted ok and continued sleeping for some time.

Around 11 am, I woke up and got up from the bed, showered and freshened up. After all, it was noon. I cooked my brunch and watched a series to kill some time. In the evening, I headed out for a gym session, had a good protein-rich dinner and got back home.

When it was 9:50, I quietly left my apartment and drove all the way to Teresa’s house. I reached there around 10:15 pm, and I didn’t ring the bell. I called her via phone. Within a moment, the door was opened, and Tresa came out. For a moment, I looked at plump yet pretty Treasa and remained stunned.

“Damn, John, why are you looking at me like seeing me for the first time? Come inside,” she added.

“Aunty, you’re looking so damn hot today, I’m feeling like having you for the whole night,” I said.

Surprisingly, that night she was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless blouse. As she already knew that I’m a sucker for women in a saree. Her 34D-sized breasts, ready to pop out of the bra, could be seen through her blouse. All I was thinking about was how to fondle those boobs tonight.

She invited me inside and gave me a soft drink, then walked me to the lounge. I understood that she was craving so hard, so I started teasing her by smooching on her neck and sucking her juicy lips. She got turned on so much that she responded vigorously to me.

We continued that for a while, and she told me, “Let’s go to the bedroom, as kids might hear us from here.” She walked to the bedroom, and I went to take a pee. Once I came back to the bedroom, I saw Treasa aunty sitting in the bed, scrolling with her saree pallu off.

I literally lost my control when I saw this. I ran and hugged them, then kissed my Aunty.

Aunt: Da, nirthu ingane venda. (Stop it, I don’t want to have it like this.) I have something to do with you. After that, let’s start.

She asked me not to do anything till she says to do. I understood the drill and kept looking at her stripping the saree. She was now in a black sizzling sleeveless blouse and a black shiny petticoat. I was about to pull the string of the petticoat, and she gave a pinch.

She said, “Aakrantham Kattenda Vilambitharam.” (Don’t be aggressive, I will serve it for you, honey). She then removed her blouse and petticoat, now she was standing like a pole stripper with thongs, red bra and red panties.

She removed her panties, and I saw bushy pussy, aww. Then she gave me a shaving set, showed me that bushy pink paradise and told me to shave it. I was anxious and a little scared. The mood and the night would be spoiled if I made any bruises while shaving!

She took off my shirt and pants. I am on my briefs now. She took me to the bathroom. Then she took off those bras and sat on the wash basin table with her legs wide open.

I slowly started to shave the area around the clitoris. My hand started shaking. Shaking and trembling, but I didn’t lose my confidence, and in the end, it was cleaned. I said it’s done and asked her to clean and go to the bedroom.

Aunty: Wait, don’t go, da.
Me: Now what?
Aunty: Let’s take a bath together.

My Aunty held me and stood under the shower. My briefs became completely wet in no time. Aunty took it off. And my meat was standing up like a flag post.
My Aunty and I stood in the shower, hugging and kissing. I held my Aunty from behind and started kissing her all over.

My Aunt’s 2 boobs were kneaded by my hands to drool. I fondled them well, and she enjoyed the grip very well. I showered my Aunty with soap, and she bathed me. We proceeded to the bedroom after taking a shower and cleaning ourselves. As my Aunty paused to switch on the fan, I remarked,

“Aunty, don’t turn it on, I want the sweat of this toffee. I want to drink it all today.”

Aunty: Kalla. Well, I’m not turning it on like your choice.

She said and hugged me. The cold chilled our bodies after that bath. Something warms up in that hug. I started licking Aunty’s lips. We were exchanging spittles back and forth. Aunty is doing well. One of my hands went to my Aunt’s breast, and the other to the shaved pink pussies.

We continued this, and Aunty started sweating. Sweat began to flow down the neck of the Aunty. I kissed my Aunty’s neck and started licking all the sweat. I understand what the little tingle Aunty is feeling. I lifted my Aunty’s armpit slowly and licked it as well, now I lost my control.

My Aunty was shoved to the bed by me. Instructed my Aunty to hold off. She spread both her legs wide. It signalled me to do the honours on her pink paradise. I greedily started licking around my Aunty’s pussy. The smell of sweat and that wet pussy intoxicated me.

I was licking for a while. While I thoroughly enjoyed the softness of my Aunty’s breasts. I raised my face and looked at my Aunty. My Aunty is all sweaty in the bath. I asked my Aunty if I wanted to turn on the fan.

“No, I like you more,” said my Aunty and pulled me up. Then she said to suck her breast for some time. When I saw those round, juicy breasts, I became more vigorous. I started sucking it alternately. After doing that for a while, I went down again.

I slowly put my fingers in her pussy and started to hit that G-spot. She was enjoying it to the core and began to moan. In the meantime, I asked my Aunty something, “Aunty, does your hubby like doing this?”

Aunty: Oh God, he’s quite selfish, and he would stop and sleep once he cums.  I am really disappointed with my sexual life. Now, I’m kinda lucky to have you.
When I heard that, I put 2 fingers in my Aunty’s pussy. I started licking her pussy along with fingering her.

This literally took her to the peak of satisfaction. Aunty is moaning. Suddenly, she cum and I tasted a bit of her love juices and cleaned them with a towel. Then she pulled me up on top of her and kissed me so hard.

She said, “It’s been a while since my little boy started to hold his head up, and I can’t ignore it anymore.”

She went to the kitchen to get some water and Vegemite jam (A popular spread in Australia). She said, “Eda, if you’re cumming I want to have it in my boobs first. You know, I really like men with pubic hair,” and winked at me. My 6.5-inch dick had stuck up again and was throbbing.

She bent down between my legs and took the Vegemite jam. She poured some on her hand and massaged herself. Her tits were bouncing in front of my eyes as she stimulated her nipples. Then she slid her body over me, so the jam is also on me. Its smell was fucking erotic.

Then she poured a substantial amount of it on my dick and gave me a hand job, followed by the head.  She was so good at it, and I felt like she was an expert; she ate all the Vegemite from my dick by her head job. It was so great I could cum right then.

But I couldn’t disappoint her. So, I held my urges and controlled, but she couldn’t control herself anymore.

Aunty: Stop teasing John, and I want to get fucked badly.
Me: Haha, aunty. You’ve got to beg me to fuck you.
Aunty: Please, please, goddamn fuck me. I am so fucking horny. Please!
Me: Aunty, there is a twist, you need to call me ‘master’ from now on.
Aunty: Oh, you’re making things spicier, huh?
Aunty: Angane ayyikote (Like whatever). My lovely Master, please fuck the hell out of me.
Me: Oh yeah, aunty!

I rubbed my dick on her pussy entrance. She was literally wriggling. Then I wiped out the Vegemite residue and pumped it in here.
Aunty:  Ah! Yeah, that’s so good. Fuck me, lovely master. Fuck my brains out.

I started slow, burying myself deep, testing her reactions. It didn’t satisfy me for long. I wanted more, and I wanted to make her lose control with me. She picked up on that instantly, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deep inside her.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and raised her a little, pushing deeply into her. Her moans grew louder, ragged, pouring out of her. I thrust as deep as I was able, pinning her, and her body spasmed. She gasped, her fingers biting into my back as she came hard and fast, a messy and overpowering rush.

When it was through, she relaxed beneath me. I could see it in the way her muscles gave way, in the shallow movements of her chest. She was done. I wasn’t.

She fell onto the bed, eyes half-closed, lips parted, and completely drained yet happy. I bent to kiss her lips, caressing her gently, before moving my lips to her neck. She kissed back weakly, her lips barely having the strength to do so. When I turned her over to her stomach, she let out a deep breath.

“Let it be enough for today,” she murmured. “Give me a little time… I’ll take care of you once I have the energy.”

I stood up straight, and my tone shifted abruptly.

“Enough?” I asked abruptly. “You’re refusing your master now?”

She hesitated. Didn’t answer as she was supposed to.

‘You did not even call me ‘master,” I said. ‘This shows that you must learn.’

I opened her legs wider and pushed my middle finger against her, making it go inside her ass.

She cried out right away. “Ah, no, daa, not there! Please. Don’t go into my asshole, please! I’m a virgin down there.”

“That’s no reason to avoid it,” I said firmly. “That’s all the more reason to do it,” I said.

She took a sharp breath as I moved my finger again, slowly but surely. “It hurts,” she gasped, clenching her fists so tight that her arms shook with the effort. She gripped me instinctively, her very body rigid with tension. However, she didn’t move away.

“Breathe,” I told her. “You’ll get used to it.”

She groaned, half in pain, half in surrender. She was clean—there was nothing to hesitate over—and I felt her resistance ease ever so slightly. I withdrew my finger and brought it to her lips.

“Open,” I said.

She paused, looking up at me, then opened her mouth. I slipped my finger inside.

“Taste it,” I commanded.

Her mouth engulfed it. Sucked. Quietly. Ashamed but complying. Her cheeks flushed as she followed every instruction I gave her. I stood behind her, getting into position. I raised her ass higher. She was forced into position. Her legs were on the bed, hands on her hips, head down. I was pressed against her pussy. I went inside again.

She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound. “Oh…” She whispered the words, her breathing uneven. Her body was moving with mine, but there was no orgasm, just a moan of hunger.

I grasped her chin and pulled her head up a little bit. “You’re not finished yet,” I said.

My other hand slid between her legs, caressing her clit while squeezing her breasts forcefully. I screwed her from behind, mercilessly. She reacted immediately, moaning louder, pushing back against me.

“Yes… Don’t stop,” she said, her voice shaking. I could feel her pussy contract around me. I was almost there, I knew it, but before I could slow myself, she reached back, grasped my neck, and pulled me toward her.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

I hardly had time to register what was happening before she was shaking and climaxing, her legs buckling beneath her. I caught her easily and held her fast as she gasped for air.

I placed her gently on the bed and pressed myself in between her breasts. She was watching me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Finish,” she said quietly.

She took me into her mouth after that, her head bobbing back and forth effortlessly. I groaned, coming into her mouth, spilling into it. She gagged, part of it trickling into her chest, but the rest was swallowed, and then she licked herself clean.

She chuckled softly and looked up at me. “That’s better than my husband, I must say. We stuck together a bit after, while our bodies cooled, and then showered together to clean up the scene. Before I left, she kissed me slowly and gave me a bottle of Tom Ford perfume.

“For tonight,” she said. It was almost three when I drove home. Her husband would be returning soon. If there’s another night like this one, then there’ll be more to tell.

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Dear readers, this is an erotic story, so be sure to lock your doors and get your system ready to nut like crazy.

My office is filled with erotic birds. One fine night, our team decided to party like crazy. We do what most sensible people do. Booked a farmhouse and grabbed lots of ready-to-eat and booze.

The plan was set, and as there were just 2 guys and 8 hotties, we were in luck. As only 2 girls decided to be loyal to their partners. I fucked them day and night. Almost all of them had lots of hiccups, and the office environment changed.

Shivani, who is our boss, married, 32 years old and sexy like Catwoman, started seeing me differently. I noticed her getting feral towards me. It was as if there was too much intimacy between us, and we were exes.

Her dressing style changed, and she became sluttier than before. I knew now she wanted to be fucked, but I liked the play. I wanted her to beg me like a slut so I can treat her like I am her boss.

The night finally came. I had a flat tyre, and she invited me to her car as she said she would drop me off. But our conversation finally became informal as she told me she knew everything about our farmhouse trip.

I boldly said those girls came in with their legs wide open. How can I stay strong? She giggled and said, “Yeah, I know that, and I have opened my legs, but you are not getting the hint. When will I get the chance?”

I immediately begin groping her thighs and tell her to book a hotel. She excitedly says, “Let me inform my husband.”

We enter the hotel room and order drinks. I get her drunk, and then I smooch her like my lover. She was delicious and knew how to kiss. As alcohol kicked in, she became free. Now she was not thinking of her husband and started unboxing my dick.

She immediately sat down and started choking on my dick. Her luscious lips and hot saliva, combined with deepthroating skills like a real slut made me excited and hornier.

I tore her shirt and removed her bra, and then pulled her skirt down. She was in doggy position as I rammed her pussy from behind. She watched herself in the mirror while I increased the pace. Her moans grew louder and louder.

After a few minutes, I creamed her, and we crashed on the bed, cuddling and panting. She whispered in my ear, “You are awesome.” I also replied and told her, “You are my slut now.”

She got turned on again and said, “Yes, I am. Now fuck me again like you fucked those whores. I heard wild things now bite my boobs and ruin me.” I was shocked to witness her wild, dirty mouth.

Since she was married, I didn’t want to cause trouble. So, I asked if her husband would know her pussy was creamed. She laughed and said, “I don’t care, just fuck me as rough as possible. I want a BDSM experience.”

I immediately choked her neck and slapped her hard. Then, as she smiled, I twisted her nipple and slapped them, repeating again and again till her boobs turned red. She moaned with painful pleasure and kept on smiling.

After that, I gave multiple love bites across her neck, boobs, back and hips. In the next 15 minutes, her body had multiple hickeys. Then it was her ass. I took my belt and harshly punished her. Every strike made her ass red, but she smiled for more.

After the 10th strike, tears rolled out of her eyes, but she still wanted more. I gagged her with my dick, choking her, and did some breath play. She coughed and laughed and said, “You really are amazing, my bed boss.”

Then I asked which slut from the office told her. She told me it was Simran, and I told her Simran is also wild, and I loved fucking her. Then I told how I ass fucked her. She had a twinkle in her eye and wanted to try anal.

I again got her in doggy position and put some lotion that was in the bathroom. I then gave a strong thrust, and she screamed. Then, some gentle push and fondling from behind relaxed her.

She then started twerking slowly in rhythm. I video called Simran and gave the phone to Adya. Simran was yelling to invite her as well.

Adya: Bitch you can’t stay without dick in your pussy, huh!

Simran: You know, na I love sex.

Adya: Ok, darling, let me enjoy him tonight, and we will do a threesome soon.

Simran: Pankaj, please fuck her whole night, I want her to come to the office unable to sit or stand.

Me: Yeah, see her ass, I have given her belt treatment.

Simran: Adya, your husband will be devastated. Looks like I can finally give him a taste of my pussy to get you off the hook.

Adya: Oh, you are such a bitch. Stay away from my husband.

Upon hearing her dirty talk, I start fucking her very fast. She moans heavily and quivers to orgasm. Simran tells me to cum on her face in a video call. I spray it all over her face, and we crash again, falling asleep.

In the morning, I wake up at 6 am. I start cuddling again, and within a few minutes, I start spooning her. She wakes up immediately as my dick slides in. I keep groping her breast and fucking her.

After a few minutes, she comes on top and gives me a ride to remember. She jumps smoothly on my dick, swaying her butt. Then I again cream her pussy, and she sleeps on top of me, hugging me.

After a few minutes, she sees her torn top and calls Simran to give her a top to wear to the office to a porter. We then hit the shower and bath together. Then she is in her bathrobe. The porter delivers our package to the waiter, who brings it to our room.

The bathrobe was loose, and as she got up, her heavy boob came out loose. She decides to cover it up, but he notices it, and then I tell her to flaunt it. The waiter is dumbstruck and watches her boobs.

I tell him to enjoy, and he can squeeze them if he wants to. Adya looks at me with anger, but I tell him she is my slut and please be rough. He enjoys her boobs and even rubs her pussy. Adya is horny again and wants to fuck.

As the waiter leaves, I again ram her body and leave my cum in her pussy. We dress up and go to the office. Simran is constantly giving us looks, and Adya is also super giggly.

After the end of the shift, the three of us went to dinner, and Adya’s husband called. Adya does a fake fight with her husband so she can make an excuse and go to her parents.

After dinner, we head to Adya’s home and decide to spend the weekend fucking in a nice farmhouse out of the city.

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The day she asked me not to come, I didn’t. It was one of the longest days I can remember. I couldn’t study, nor could I concentrate. Every sound, every moment dragged.

My mind kept replaying that very scene of that kiss, her lips trembling. Her hands were holding on to my shirt, the expression in her eyes before she yielded. By evening, I almost drove to her stall anyway. But I stopped myself. I knew she wanted space, so I had to respect that.

The following evening, I went to the stall like nothing had happened. My heart was pounding faster than ever, but I acted casual. Like usual, she was there, serving customers and moving quickly between the stove and the counter, back and forth.

When her eyes finally met mine, she didn’t smile, at least not right away. But then, slowly, she just happened to show a small curve of her lips. It was enough to tell me everything was okay.

I ordered tea and stood aside deliberately for the crowd to thin out. Her eyes finally met mine as our fingers brushed each other while handing over the tea for the briefest of a second.

Later during closing time, I helped her as usual. We didn’t talk about that night; there was silence between us, but it wasn’t awkward. Rather, it was heavy, alive, like we both knew but weren’t ready to say out loud.

On the way back, she seemed quieter than usual. Not tense, just thoughtful.

Finally, she said.

Seema: You really didn’t come yesterday.

Me: You told me not to.

Seema: You listened.

Me: Wouldn’t have meant anything if I hadn’t.

She gave a faint laugh.

Seema: You’re quite stubborn in strange ways.

I smiled.

Me: Maybe. But I’ll only push when I know you want me to.

That made her go silent again. She turned to the window, looking out, trying to hide her smile.

When we got to the entrance, she just sat there with her bag on her lap, without immediately trying to get up and open the door.

Seema: Ayaan, I thought about it. About us, Ayaan and I have to say. I thought about us a lot.

(she said softly)

My chest tightened.

Me: And?

She hesitated, then sighed.

Seema: This is really tough for me. I do not know if I can handle it. When you kissed me, I did not feel like it was wrong. I felt alive. I have not felt that way in years. That feeling is what I get when I think about you and me and that kiss.

Her voice was emotional.

I reached over, putting my hand on top of hers. I wanted to comfort her, to make her feel calm and safe. I wanted her to know that I was there for her.

Me: I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel alive again.

She looked at me with shimmering eyes. For some time, she did not say anything. Then she finally whispered.

Seema: Not here. Too many eyes. But maybe… another time.

Two nights later, as we were about to reach the entrance of the colony, she said to me quietly.

Seema: Don’t drop me at the gate today. Come inside.

My pulse kicked up.

Me: Are you sure?

She nodded without looking at me.

Seema: Yes. But no rushing. Just…tea. Talking.

I didn’t argue. The streets were weirdly quiet. There was not a single soul around. But I could hear something away, it was a faint voice making announcements, that was hanging in the air. Curious, I asked her about all this.

Seema: There is a colony function. Everyone must have gone there. It is the sound of announcements.

I couldn’t help but party in my mind. Saying to myself in my mind, “Well, what a perfect time to show up.”

At her house, the routine repeated— with two cups of tea and both of us sitting across from one another. But this time, it was different. She was not running away; she was not restraining herself like before.

Seema: I don’t know how far I can go. But if you promise me one thing and one thing only, maybe I can stop fighting this.

Me: What promise?

Seema: That you’ll respect me, even if we stop. Even if one day I can’t continue.

I nodded immediately.

Me: I promise.

Her shoulders relaxed. She leaned back, looking at me for a brief moment. And then, in a whisper almost too soft to hear, said.

Seema: Come here.

When she said, “Come here,” I almost froze for a moment, making sure I had heard her right. But her eyes were steady, waiting.

I got up slowly from the chair and went and sat on the chair near her. She adjusted her chair slightly, making space beside her. For a moment, we just sat there close without touching each other.

I gently placed my hand over hers that was resting on the table. She did not move her hand away. Instead, she turned her palm upward, lacing her fingers slowly with mine.

The quietness still there was not empty. It was full of many things, and both of us were aware of what was happening.

Finally, I said softly.

Me: Are you sure?

Her lips curved into a faint smile.

Seema: No. But I want to be.

That was all I needed. I leaned in, slow enough for her to refuse, but she didn’t. Our lips met once again, but softer, longer and juicier this time. Not the rush like earlier, but something deeper, more certain, calmer and enjoyable.

Her hand came up to my cheek, holding me there. The kiss was deeper, but not desperate; it was warm and gentle as she wanted to feel every moment of it.

At last, we separated. She leaned her forehead against mine.

She whispered.

Seema: I haven’t let anyone this close in years.

I brushed my thumb over her hand.

Me: Then let me be the one who doesn’t hurt you.

Her eyes got all teary. She did not cry. She took a breath and let it out slowly, then leaned against my shoulder.  For quite some time, we just sat there—her head resting over my shoulder, with my left arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Minutes later, she lifted her head slightly, turning her face to face me. Then came another kiss – longer and more certain than ever before. Her saree rubbed against my chest as she leaned over, and I felt her body soothing into mine.

I didn’t rush. My hand moved to her back. I held her gently. She kissed me harder this time. Her fingers gripped my shirt. She pulled me in. The world outside faded. It was just us, finally giving in to what we both had been holding back.

She broke the kiss, breathless, and said.

Seema: Come with me.

Her voice was breathy, but it carried everything. She held my hand and led me to her bedroom.
There was nervousness in her steps, but no doubt. I followed her silently.

Inside the bedroom, she turned to face me, her hands shaking slightly as she touched my face.

Seema: Promise me again that you’ll respect me even after this.

I held her hands firmly.

Me: I promise. Always.

We locked eyes again. She leaned in, and we kissed, which felt deeper with every breath. I held my right hand on her thick waist while my other hand was holding her face while kissing.

Our mouths moved in rhythm, tongues entwining, tasting, teasing. Until we melted entirely into each other, making breath and desire indistinguishable.

This moment stretched on. It was slow and unhurried. Every heartbeat felt heavy with desire that I struggled to contain.

When our lips parted, I went down to her neck. Softly kissing her and licking her with licks. She started shivering with pleasure as her fingers intertwined with my hair. I did not stop there; my tongue followed a slow line of teasing on the nape of her neck, causing her breath to come quicker.

She pushed me a little, and there was a little distance between us–just enough to have allowed the air to flow in between all the heat. Slowly, she unpinned her yellow pallu and let it slip down from her shoulder onto the floor. She suddenly intervened as I was about to unbutton my shirt.

Seema: Don’t (she murmured). I’ll do it.

She moved in closer, her sweaty scent wrapped around me as her fingers traced down my chest— undoing one button after another.

But when her fingers reached the middle, her gaze started lingering. Her hand paused, over my abs, exploring the lines of my body with a teasing touch. With a slight smile, she said almost to herself, “Kadak hai.” (It’s hard.)

I was extremely jacked at that time. She paused with a small smile on her face as I whispered.

Me: Just like you.

That smile lingered as her fingers unbuttoned every single button, one by one. She slowly moved the shirt down my arms. I then took it and threw it on a table nearby.

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Hello friends, my name is Aash, and as you know, I’m bisexual, and my roommate is also a sissy crossdresser. So, without wasting any more time, let’s get started.

Sultana: Get up, Aash, it’s morning. You need to go to college.

Aash: Hey, Sultana, let me sleep. I was really tired yesterday.

Sultana looks at my face and smiles.

Sultana: Okay, I’m not tired. What? I’m falling asleep too. But we both have to go to college. We need to get our ID cards. And it’s not good to be late on the first day. So, get up.

By the way, I used to wake up. No, but Sultana’s voice woke me up because her habits were so delicate that I couldn’t do anything. Then we freshened up and went to college.

On a normal day in college, Sultana would tell me that she had to do some shopping for dinner, and she would come later. She asked me to go to our PG. So, I ran home from college and waited for Sultana.

Sultana came home tired and had to sweat a lot because she had searched the entire market for vegetables. She was like a real girl, bargaining and buying things. She handed me all the bags she had sitting there.

I said, “Let me chop the vegetables.” I’ll wash them and go take a shower. I washed the vegetables and started chopping them, and started cutting tomatoes and potatoes.

About 15 minutes later, Sultana came in with a towel. She had lathered the towel like a girl. And here’s another thing. Sultana used soap, face wash, and hair wash like girls, so her skin was smooth and her face glowed.

Sultana: Thanks for chopping the vegetables. I’ll quickly make the rice and dal, then you can sit down.

Me: Why, I’ll stand here and help you. You’ll feel better too.

Sultana: Okay, I’m going to wash my clothes. How did you get dressed? Wait.

He went into the room to put on his clothes. I started looking at his shaking ass from behind. I was just so into it. That’s why he used to hang out and chat with girls like Aadoo and seduce me.

Sultana: Come on, I’m done getting dressed. Now let’s get ready.

He was wearing tight shorts and a pink T-shirt, which looked cute on him.

Then he started cooking. From stirring the lentils to tempering and adding the spices, I just stood there watching and wondering how he could do so much.

Yes. And looking at my face, Sultana said, “I’m cooking greasy food, so I know all this.” And saying this, she started cooking.

Then Sultana asked me to pass the salt, and I moved forward to take the salt. Just then, my dick touched her soft ass, and I felt its softness, and an idea came to my mind.

Then I gave Sultana the salt and stood behind her. While she was cooking, I slowly pulled down her shorts and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything. Her entire ass was in front of me.

This made Sultana a little angry. She smiled and said, “First, eat your food, then all these things happen to you boys, you don’t have much of a mind. Get out of my mind, let me cook dinner.” Saying this, she pulled up her shorts.

When she said this to me, I don’t know why, but I started seeing a real girl in her, who wanted the love and respect that every girl wants. And I, too, quietly left without doing anything.

Sultana: But after what we did yesterday, you named me Sultana. I started feeling good. It felt like I had someone of my own. I found this unknown place.

She was eating like this. I don’t know what happened. I hugged her from behind, and we remained glued to each other for some time. We broke the hug, and she started cooking. I also started watching a movie for some time. After that, when the food was ready, we ate together.

I lay down on the bed, and she said that I would wash the dishes and come back, I have a surprise for you. I was thinking what would happen now. At that time, I got a call from my friend, so I went out of the house to talk to her. After talking for half an hour, when I came, I was shocked.

Because Sultana, I hadn’t imagined what she did. She was wearing a cute bra and panties, light makeup, a little red lipstick, and a pink wig with long hair. It made her look beautiful.

Seeing her like this made me feel terrible. I wanted to kiss her right away, but I controlled myself and went closer to her. She came near me, looking at my legs, and started hugging me.

Sultana: How did you like this surprise? Ash, I found you beautiful.

Me: You look so beautiful that every girl looks so beautiful in front of you. Sultana, you are a beauty of your name. She’s beautiful now. I want you to make me yours.

Sultana: Who told you to make me yours? I’m yours, Sultana.

I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes, and she looked into mine. We both started kissing, looking at each other. Her lips met mine. I started going crazy, but I was so lost. I controlled myself because I wanted to make real love to her.

I slowly started moving my hand on her back, and she also started hugging me. I placed my hands on her back and took her ass. I caught them and started pressing them. She started moving her hair towards me. As she did, we both sat on the couch. I made Sultana sit on my lap.

While kissing her, I stuck her panties in the crack of her butt and then did a light spanking, due to which she woke up. Then we broke the kiss. Taking Sultana in my arms, I started kissing her neck and ears, first her ears, then from there I started licking her neck.

Then I started taking my tongue to her shoulder. I lightly bit her shoulder. Then she also started biting me on the neck. I moved her pants, which I had stuck in the crack of her ass, to the side. I pressed her ass and pulled it on both sides.

Then I started putting my middle finger in her ass hole. Initially, it was tight, and hence it was not going in much. So, I took out that finger and asked Sultana to lick my finger. She did it without thinking and did it so well. The entire finger was lubricated with Sultana’s saliva.

I inserted that finger in Sultana’s ass hole and started fingering her ass. As soon as the finger went in, I felt the warmth of her ass, and I kept putting my finger in her ass. Sultana also enjoyed feeling my finger in her ass. She was…

Then, while I was fingering her, I felt something in Sultana’s panties. When I looked, Sultana’s small dick was about to come out of her panties. And seeing this, I laughed while looking at Sultana. She too became embarrassed and lowered her head, and started blushing.

Then I took out my finger from Sultana’s ass and caught her dick from her pussy with my two fingers. Sultana was now feeling shy looking at me and was smiling. I asked her to kiss me, and we started kissing. I started shaking Sultana’s dick.

Then, when Sultana’s and my saliva mixed well, I asked Sultana to spit all the saliva from her mouth on her dick, and she did the same. I started shaking her dick, and she started moaning, and after some time, she cum. All the cum fell on her stomach and my clothes, and she hugged me.

She was sitting down, then I picked her up from my lap and started taking off my clothes. Seeing me taking off my clothes, Sultana started licking her dick. She gave a naughty smile. I started licking the cum from her dick and stomach with my fingers.

Then, when I pulled down my shorts and underwear, my black 5-inch dick came out. It was erect and hot. Sultana started blushing after seeing it and sat down with her face down. Then I picked Sultana up in my hand. While lifting her, I placed my dick on her lips and started rubbing it.

She, too, without any issue, started feeling my dick on her lips. Suddenly, while looking at me, she started kissing and biting my dick. When Sultana opened her mouth a little, I put my dick in her mouth and started fucking her throat.

This was difficult for Sultana, and she accidentally vomited my dick. Sultana’s entire makeup was ruined by sweat. Her lipstick, along with her juices, got smeared on her cheeks, and tears welled up in her eyes. But she still tried to swallow the cum from my dick.

Then I picked Sultana up, took her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and lay down next to her. Sultana was still in shock and just stood there. I looked at her, and then I said to her.

Me: What happened, Sultana? Are you angry?

Sultana: No, I mean, this was my first time taking someone’s dick in my mouth. I’m a little shocked and nervous because of this, and my makeup is all ruined.

Me: What happened, Sultana? You look very beautiful even like this.

Sultana: Really?

She was licking like this. I kissed her and started kissing her, putting my tongue in her mouth, feeling my cum and her saliva. She also started to reciprocate with me. After about 10 minutes, we broke the kiss. I got up from the bed and started to look at her asshole by putting her legs up, and it was absolutely pink.

I could not control myself, and I started to lick it. Sultana shivered and started to moan, and I too started to lick the pussy by putting my tongue in and out of Sultana’s ass. Sultana had just cleaned her ass. This licking continued for about 10 minutes.

Sultana’s little dick pulled out, and we just lay on the bed, hugging each other, and fell asleep.

Sultana is no longer with me. She moved a few days ago. But you can comment and tell me how you liked my story. Bye.

Ab aage…

Main dono ka lund haathon mein lekar hilane lagi.

Kundan: Aise ye thori khada hoga. Tum apne kapde kholo, Yogita, aur apne boobs dikhao.

Pulkit: Haan, Yogita. Kundan theek bol raha hai. Ab tum nangi ho jao ya phir hum dono karenge tumhe nangi.

Pulkit ne meri pant kholna shuru ki aur Kundan ne top upar karke bra ko kholte hi boobs ko daba diya. Kundan ka haath itna mazboot tha ki usne boobs itni zor se dabaye ki main dard se chilla uthi.

Pulkit: Aahh! Kya baat hai, Yogita? Tumhari chut paani chor rahi hai. Lagta hai aaj tumhe bhi maan hai dono ka lund lene ka.

[Mann hi mann sochi]

Kundan mere paas aaya aur mere honth chusne laga aur neeche Pulkit meri chut mein muh laga kar chusne laga. Sach mein mujhe maza aa raha tha, par Kundan boobs noch raha tha aur mujhe bahut dard ho raha tha.

Kundan ne mujhe utha kar bed par leta diya aur phir se boobs chusne laga. Pulkit chut chuste hue mere pair ke tawde aur ungliyon ko apne muh mein lekar chuse ja raha tha. Kundan phir mere dono haathon ko upar karke mere underarms chatne laga aur Pulkit ne mere pair faila kar apna lund chut mein daal diya.

Main: Aahhh! Mar gayi! Pehle batana to chahiye tha na andar daalne se! Aahhh! Ohhhh! Aaaaahhh!

Pulkit apni tez raftar se mujhe chodne laga aur Kundan ne mere upar aa kar apna lund mere muh mein daal diya.

[Mann hi mann sochi]

Ye Kundan ka lund to mere muh mein bhi nahi ja raha hai, aur ye chut mein kaise jayega?

Kundan: Chuso mere lund ko, Yogita. Achi se.

Main: “Slurpppp… slurp… slurpppp…” ki awaaz ke saath main Kundan ka lund chusne lagi. Wahi “thap-thap” ki awaaz ke saath meri chut ki chudai karne laga Pulkit.

Pulkit: Aahh! Main jhadne wala hu. Tumhari chut mein hi daal raha hu main to.

Kundan: Ab meri bari hai, bhai, Yogita ki chut chodne ki. Kab se kasi hui chut aur shadishuda chut dhund raha tha. Aaj mili hai, ja kar. Ab acchi se lunga main.

Main: Ab to aur bada ho gaya hai ye lund. Kaise jayega meri chut mein ye? Kundan, aaram se daalna. Bahut bada hai ye.

Kundan ne lund chut mein daalne se pehle lund ko chut mein ragda aur phir achanak se ek zor ka dhakka laga diya.

Main: Aahh! Maa! Mar gayi! Nikalo isko bahar! Aahh! Mar gayi main! Please, main nahi le paungi isko! Aahhh! Bahut dard ho raha hai! Aahhhh! Mar gayi main! Aahhh! Fat gayi meri chut!

Kundan: Theek hai, main ruk jata hu. Tumhe aram milega ab.

Pulkit mere muh ke paas aaya aur apna lund dono boobs ke beech rakhkar ghisne laga. Maine apne boobs ka dabao lund par bana kar daba diya aur Pulkit boobs chodne laga. Kundan bhi dheere-dheere chut chodne laga. 5 minutes ke andar hi Kundan ka pura lund meri chut ke andar tha, par mujhe dard hone laga aur aankhon se aansu aane lage the.

Kundan apni raftar badhate hue mujhe ab acchi se chodne laga aur main bhi dheere-dheere chudai ka maza lene lagi. Par mere pet mein dard hone laga tha. Kundan chodte hue mera pair upar ki aur mere chehre ke paas mod diya. Pulkit Kundan ke piche aa kar meri gaand ki ched par muh laga kar chatne laga.

Main: Aaahh! Aaahhhh! Ufffff! Kundan! Aaaahhhh! Ye gaand par kya kar rahe ho, Pulkit? Aaahhh!

Pulkit: Bahut maan hai, yaar, tumhari gaand chatne ka. Ab chat lene do acchi se.

Phir wo apni jeebh bahar nikal kar acchi se gaand chatne laga aur ek dam se lund gaand ki ched par set karke dhakka laga diya. Lund ki aage ki topi hi ghusi thi gaand mein ki meri saanse ruk gayi, aankhein bahar aane ko ho gayi, saath hi main rone lagi dard se. Par koi parwah nahi thi dono ko.

Ek dhakka chut mein lagata to dusra dhakka gaand mein lagta. Gaand aur chut dono ke andar lund tha aur main to behosh hi hone wali ho chuki thi. Dono apni puri tezi se mujhe ragad kar chodne mein lage rahe.

[Mann hi mann sochi]

Kahan phas gayi hoon ye dono ke beech? Aur ab shayad jo maine husband ko dhokha diya, uska hi natija hai.

15 minutes ke baad Pulkit gaand mein jhad gaya, par Kundan ab bhi chodne mein laga hua tha. Aur ek dam se woh chut se lund hata kar gaand mein daal diya. Meri phir fat gayi.

Maine mushkil se hi lund chut mein liya tha aur ab phir se mota lund gaand mein daal diya tha. Kundan ne mujhe apni godi mein utha liya, kisi bacchi ke jaise, aur khade ho kar mujhe chodne laga.

Pulkit: Oh! Meri biwi, Yogita… tum kabhi nahi bhulogi ye chudai. Aur aaj ke baad kahi aur maza bhi nahi aayega tumhe chudai ka.

Main: Main kahi aur kyun jau jab itna achha lund mere paas hai? Aahhh! Aaahhhh! Aahhhh! Aaj to tum dono ne mujhe hila kar hi rakh diya! Aahhh! Aahhhh!

Kundan: Mast maal ho tum, Yogita. Tumhara slim figure mujhe bahut achha laga. Aahh! Kitni kasi hui ho tum! Aahhh! Maza hi aa gaya! Aahhh! Yogita, main jhadne wala hu.

Main: Gaand par hi nikal do apna virya.

Kundan ne dher saara virya gaand par daal kar bistar par let gaya aur teeno ek dusre ko sahlane lage. Jaldi hi Pulkit phir se tayar ho gaya aur ek baar usne mujhe choda aur phir apne ghar chala gaya.

Din mein main sirf aaram karti rahi. Mera badan tut-ta raha, pura din theek se chal bhi nahi pa rahi thi main, aur garam paani se baar-baar apni gaand aur chut ki sehkar rahi thi.

Pulkit ka phone aaya Diksha ke baare mein poochne ke liye to maine kaha ki, “Woh kuch soch rahi hai.”

Agle din, jo Sunday tha, to Diksha ke saath bahar jaane ki planning mein tha Pulkit. Maine phone call cut kar ke phir Diksha se baat ki Pulkit ke baare mein aur Diksha ne kaha ki woh bhi ek baar milna chahati hai Pulkit se.

Maine Diksha se next din Sunday ko milne bola aur ye baat phir Pulkit ko phone karke batayi ki, “Diksha kal milne ke li tayar hai.”

Pulkit ka lund ek dam se kadak ho gaya aur bola, “Yogita, sach mein bahut pyar karunga Diksha ko main.”

Phir raat ko wapas Pulkit mujhe khoob acchi se chod deta. Idhar meri chut aur gaand puri tarah se khul chuki thi.

Sunday wo din aa gaya jis din Diksha se Pulkit milna tha. Aur hua aisa ki main aur Pulkit pehle hi plan kar chuke the ki ghumne jayenge aur waha Diksha ko lekar hotel ke room mein jayenge. Aur waisa hi hua.

Pulkit aur Diksha dono hotel chale gaye. Hotel mein achha khana khaya aur phir upar ke ek room mein, jo Pulkit pehle hi book kar chuka tha, usme le kar Diksha ko le gaya.

Pulkit: To Diksha, bahar acchi se baat nahi ho pati… isliye maine tumhe yaha room mein le aaya hu.

Diksha: Haan, achha hi kiya. Mujhe bhi shanti pasand hai aur aapse ab acchi se baat bhi ho jayegi.

Diksha ne ek mehroon rang ka one-piece pehna tha jo ghutnon ke upar tak aata tha. Diksha ne ek cup bra pehni hui thi jo uske boobs thode zyada bade lagte. Aise to mujhse bade the boobs, par aaj to cup bra ke kaaran aur bhi bade lag rahe the.

Pulkit: Dekho Diksha, main tumhein bahut zyada pasand karta hoon aur tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon. Ab tumhare upar hai tum kya chahti ho.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Ye to pehle hi pagal hai mere upar. Isko kya hi main apne jism se aur pagal karu? Aur phir boli, “Haan, didi bhati rahi thi aur aaise aap mujhe bhi pasand ho.”

Pulkit ne Diksha ke haathon ko apne haathon mein liya aur Diksha bhi kam nahi thi. Usne Pulkit ke bahon mein apna sar rakh diya. Kuch der baat hui aur phir dono room se bahar jaane lage, kyunki dono mein se kisi ki bhi himmat nahi hui ki kuch aisa waisa kare. Par jaise hi room ka darwaza kholne lagi, Pulkit ne himmat karte hue Diksha ka haath ek baar phir pakad liya aur apni aur usko khinch kar bahon mein bhar liya.

Diksha pehli baar kisi mard ke bahon mein thi aur useh ye ehsaas achha laga. Diksha aur Pulkit dono ka haath ek dusre ki pith par tha aur phir ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekhte hi dono ke honth ek dusre se mil gaye. Dono ne 2 minutes tak ek dusre ke honth chuse aur phir ek dam se Diksha bahar jaane lagi. Par Pulkit ne Diksha ko pakad kar bed par gira diya aur khud uske upar aa kar usey kiss karne laga.

Diksha: Aap ye kya kar rahe ho? Ye sab shaadi ke baad karenge.

Pulkit: Haan, Diksha… shaadi ke baad to karna hi hai… par abhi tumhe thoda sa pyar karna chahta hoon aur tum mujhe nahi rokogi.

Pulkit Diksha ke gaal ko kiss karta to kabhi kaam ko chusta aur usmein jeebh daal kar gol-gol ghuma deta. Diksha bhi garam ho rahi thi. Usey bhi ye sab achha lag raha tha, par woh ye sab kiss tak hi karna chahti thi.

Diksha: Ab ho gaya na… ab jane do.

Pulkit: Please Diksha… thoda aur.

Phir Pulkit Diksha ki gardan chatne laga aur uske haath ko upar karke underarms par naak laga kar soonghne laga.

Pulkit: Diksha, tum bahut khubsurat ho aur sexy bhi ho. Main kitna lucky hoon jo tum meri biwi banogi. Ye bol kar underarms chatne laga.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Oh God… ye kitna ganda hai… mere underarms ko chat raha hai. Par sach mein, aisa hi to hona chahiye… jab ye meri chut aur gaand bhi chatega to kitna maza aayega.

Pulkit Diksha ki haath ki ek-ek ungli ko chus raha tha aur phir se lip-kiss karne laga. Diksha apni aankhein bandh karke apni jeebh Pulkit ke muh mein daal kar uske honth chusne lagi.

Pulkit: Diksha, please mujhe ye boobs dikhao na. Tumhare bahut maan hai.

Diksha: Nahi… shaadi ke baad sab kuch dekh lena.

Pulkit: Achha, theek hai. Par pyar ki nishani apni bra hi de do mujhe… main usko soongh kar hi maan lunga.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Bra dene mein kya jaata hai? De hi deti hoon… akhir shaadi to mujhe karni hi hai. “Achha theek hai… par apna chehra udhar kar… main bra de rahi hoon… aur kuch nahi par.”

Diksha apni bra ko khol kar Pulkit ko de deti hai aur Pulkit bra ko Diksha ke saamne hi soongh kar chat leta hai aur phir bra ko apne underwear ke andar lund par laga deta hai.

Diksha: Ye kya kiya aapne? Meri bra ko underwear ke andar kyun daali hai?

Pulkit: Jaan… wo ab tumhein kya bataun? Kya mast mahak aa rahi thi bra se. Mera lund khada ho gaya hai.

Diksha: Achha, koi baat nahi. Ab ho gaya to humein chalna chahiye.

Pulkit: Diksha, kya itna hi pyar hai apne hone wale husband se ki usko apne boobs bhi na dikhao? Sirf boobs ka sugandh hi mehsoos karwayi ho bra se?

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Mann to mera bhi hai, par ab kya karun? “Achha theek hai… bas dekhna hai na to dekh lo.” Aur ye bol kar shorts ka upar ka hook khol kar boobs bahar kar deti hai. Bra to pehle hi khol chuki thi.

Pulkit: [Mann hi mann boobs dekh kar socha] Bilkul apni behan Yogita jaisi hai iske boobs… bas thode bade hain. Wohi gol-gol aur 1-inch ke nipple. “Ab dono boobs ko ek saath dabao, Diksha. Dekho, kitne sundar hai boobs meri biwi ke. Wow, isko to roz main chusunga.”

Diksha: Haan… aapke hain aapko hi chusna hai inhein.

Jaise hi Pulkit ne Diksha ke muh se ye suna ki “aapke hain aapko hi chusna hai,” woh ek dam se ek boobs ko pakad kar dusre boobs ko apne muh mein le liya.

Diksha: Aapne bola tha aap aisa nahi karoge aur aapne galat kiya mere saath.

Pulkit: Maine kuch galat nahi kiya. Abhi to tumne kaha ki aapke hi hain, aapko hi chusna hai, to maine chus liya.

Pulkit phir se boobs chusne laga aur Diksha ne ab mana bhi nahi kiya aur khud apni boobs chuswane ka maza lene lagi. Pulkit ek boobs ko dabata aur ek ko chusta, aur phir badal kar dusre ko chusta.

Pulkit ne Diksha ko leta diya aur khud uske upar aa gaya. Aur aisa kiya ki uska lund ka pressure sidhe chut mein lage aur dheere-dheere kapde ke upar se chut mein lund ragadne laga. Aur Diksha ke boobs chusta gaya.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Pulkit boobs bhi chus raha hai aur lund se chut ko ragad kar usey gila kar raha hai. Kahi woh jhad na jaye… par ye bol bhi nahi pa rahi thi Pulkit se.

Pulkit: “Thanks Diksha, itna kuch karne ke liye. Main ab tumhara gulam ban kar rahunga, Diksha.” Aur phir apne pant ke andar se bra bahar nikal kar apni pant kholi aur underwear bhi neeche sarka diya.

Diksha: Aap ab ye kya kar rahe ho?

Pulkit: Tumne mujhe bahut garam kar diya aur ab main lund hila kar free hona chahta hoon.

Diksha ko ye sun kar bura laga aur woh boli, “Aao Pulkit ji, main aapko aaise haath se hilane nahi de sakti. Ek biwi ka farz hota hai… wo main karti hoon.”

Diksha apne haathon se lund hilane lagi.

Pulkit: “Aahh! Kitni acchi ho tum sach mein, Diksha. Tumhara ye mulayam haath mere lund par kamal kar raha hai.” Phir mann mein socha ki, ‘Diksha ko jaise bhi kar ke chodna hai, agar woh jhad gayi to chudai karne nahi milegi,’ isliye control karta raha.

10 minutes ho chuke the, Pulkit ne jhadna nahi kiya.

Diksha: Aur kitni der lagegi aapko jhadne mein?

Pulkit: Diksha, wo mujhe aise feeling nahi aa rahi hai. Tum apne thook laga kar hilao.

Phir Diksha thoda thook lund par gira kar hilane lagi, par phir bhi woh jhad nahi gaya.

Pulkit: Diksha, ab mujhe lund chusne padega warna jhad nahi payega.

Diksha: Nahi, ye to galat baat hai. Main aisi cheez nahi kar sakti.

Pulkit: Please Diksha… tumhe pata nahi kitna maza aayega. Tumhare honthon se lund chusne ka maza hi kuch aur hai. Aur dekh lo, main tumhare liye itna wait kar raha hoon… tum bhi to thoda sa mere liye kar sakti ho.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Iska lund to dekh kar hi maza aa raha hai, par muh mein lena thoda dar lag raha hai. Par phir bhi, shaadi to karni hai isse, to karna to padega hi. “Theek hai, par bas thoda sa.”

Pulkit: Bas thoda sa nahi, poori tarah se chusiye.

Diksha ne apni aankhein bandh karke dheere se lund ko apne muh mein liya aur chusne lagi. Pulkit ne uske sir ko pakra aur apni taraf khincha. Diksha ab bhi thodi dar rahi thi, par dheere-dheere usse bhi maza aane laga.

Pulkit: Aahh! Diksha, tum to expert ho! Chuso aur tez!

Diksha ab puri josh mein aa gayi thi aur wo lund ko poora muh mein le kar chusne lagi. Pulkit ne uske baalon ko pakda aur apni raftar badha di.

Pulkit: Ab main jhadne wala hoon. Kahan nikalu?

Diksha: Bahar hi nikal do na.

Pulkit: Nahi, main tumhare muh mein hi nikalna chahta hoon.

Diksha: Nahi, ye to nahi ho sakta.

Pulkit: Please Diksha… bas ek baar.

Diksha ne socha ki shaadi to karni hai isse, to mana karne se fayda nahi. Wo chup chap reh gayi aur Pulkit ne uske muh mein hi jhad diya. Diksha ne thoda sa virya peeya aur baaki bahar phenk diya.

Pulkit: Thank you Diksha. Tum bahut acchi ho.

Diksha: Ab main jaati hoon.

Pulkit: Ruko… abhi to main tumhe chodna chahta hoon.

Diksha: Nahi, abhi nahi. Shaadi ke baad.

Pulkit: Diksha, please. Main tumhare bina reh nahi paunga. Bas ek baar.

Diksha: [Mann hi mann sochi] Iska lund to bahut accha hai. Ek baar try to kar sakti hoon. “Theek hai, par aaram se.”

Pulkit ne Diksha ko bed par leta diya aur uske upar aa gaya. Usne dheere se lund ko chut par rakha aur dhakka diya. Diksha ki cheekh nikal gayi.

Diksha: Aahh! Dard ho raha hai!

Pulkit: Aaram se, Diksha. Abhi dard to hoga… baad mein maza aayega.

Pulkit dheere-dheere apni raftar badhane laga. Diksha ab dard bhool kar maza lene lagi.

Diksha: Aahh! Tez karo!

Pulkit: Aahh! Diksha, tum to kamal ho!

Dono ab puri josh mein chudai kar rahe the. 15 minutes ke baad dono hi jhad gaye.

Pulkit: Diksha, tumne to aaj mujhe jannat dikha di.

Diksha: Aap bhi bahut acche ho.

Dono ne kuch der aise hi leta raha aur phir kapde pehan kar room se chal diye.

Agle din Diksha ne Pulkit ko phone karke kaha ki useh kal raat bahut maza aaya aur wo useh phir se milna chahti hai. Pulkit khush ho gaya aur useh milne ka plan banane laga.

To be continued…

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I am V, 25. I come from an upper-middle-class family, have above-average looks, and stand at 5’7”. I’m not going to brag about my manhood; it’s average size – 5.8 inches long and 2.6 inches wide, full of nerves, with a small mole on the top.

I’m from northern Karnataka, now living in Bangalore and working at an MNC. City life feels loud most of the time, but somehow still lonely. The loneliness that creeps in after midnight.

Only because of loneliness did I register on this Kannada dating app. I didn’t expect much. I just wanted to talk to someone who understood the same language, maybe the same silences too.

And then I met Shreya. She was 26, her stats 30-28-32, with a dusky skin tone, yet one of the most beautiful women I’ve come across. She had a calm smile that made her profile feel different.

We started texting, and I never realised when we exchanged numbers — no effort, no small talk that dragged. We spoke about old songs, travel, our jobs, and even the strange comfort of chai on rainy nights, as both of us are from another city in Karnataka.

Two weeks in, one evening around 9 PM, she called me and said quietly, “I don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

She didn’t have to explain more. The city can get heavy sometimes. I told her, “If you’re comfortable, you can come by. (I didn’t have anything else in mind; I just wanted to spend time with her.) We can talk.”

She arrived later that night, around 10, as she stays in a different part of the city. (I got some chocolates of her liking from a particular place that happened to be near my home.) The lane outside my building was quiet, with only the sound of a stray dog barking somewhere far off.

When I went down to meet her, she was standing near the gate, her hair slightly messed from the ride. As I walked toward her, my heart was beating at 300 km/h. Being an introvert, this was like a dream for me.

My hands were shaking and sweating as I went for a handshake. She gave a side hug. It was the first time I’d hugged such a beautiful woman. She smelled like vanilla cake, and her hair was cold, as if struck by lightning.

We went inside. She sat on the couch, I prepared tea, and we talked. It felt easy, like we had known each other much longer than we had. Time slipped away. We laughed over old stories, complained about traffic, and somehow ended up talking about the people we used to be with and the things that still hurt.

I gave her the chocolates I’d gotten earlier, and she was really happy, giving me a small slap on the cheek.

When it got late, around 2:30 am, I told her she could take the master bedroom and that I’d sleep in the guest room. She hesitated, then said, “Can I sleep in your room instead? I don’t really want to be alone here.”

So we did. I really respected her, so I didn’t want to make it awkward by doing something that would make her uncomfortable.

The room was dark except for the dim light from the streetlamp outside. We lay side by side, talking quietly. There were long pauses between sentences, but the silence didn’t feel awkward — it felt warm. I was sleeping on the left side of the bed, and she was sleeping in the centre.

At one point, our shoulders brushed. Neither of us moved away. Then she turned slightly toward me, and her hair fell across my arm. She looked up, smiled softly, and said, “You’re easy to talk to, you know that?”

I smiled back. “You are too.”

(Until that point, I had never imagined her in a bad way; I totally respected her choice and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.)

There was a pause. I could feel her breath against my chest, and for a moment, everything outside that room just faded. Without saying anything, she rested her head against my shoulder.

My arm found its way around her, and she didn’t pull away. We stayed like that for a while — no words, just quiet breathing and the faint hum of a city that never really sleeps.

Eventually, she looked up again, and before I could think, we kissed. It wasn’t rushed or heavy — just soft, slow, the kind that feels more like a promise than an impulse.

When we finally pulled away, she smiled a little and said, “I don’t know what this means.”

I said, “Maybe it doesn’t have to mean anything right now.”

(I’m not the kind of person who is always horny and looks at women as sexual objects; for me, foreplay and the emotional connection give me more of a high than the actual penetration.)

She nodded and leaned back into my chest. I could feel her heartbeat — steady, strong, close. I remember thinking how strange it was that someone who was a stranger two weeks ago could now feel so familiar.

And here the action begins. Slowly, I started to suck her lower lip passionately, holding and pressing her neck. I never knew kissing someone could be this high. I can still feel her lips. Even she started to respond. Nobody was rushing things; we were being in the moment and enjoying it.

Slowly, I started to suck her tongue. She went mad, bit my lower lip, and there was a drop of blood. She licked it as if she were licking the tip of an ice cream cone. I never knew this sweet kind of pain.

And that’s it for today. I will continue with the remaining part in the next post, where I’ll write about how wild we were. Never in my imagination would I have dreamt of a night like that.

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Just a small note at the end – I live in Bangalore, and I am open to meeting new people, but I’m not interested in anything sexual.

I enjoy connection, conversations, and spending time together, but without taking things into that zone.

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Hello y’all, Sam here. Thanks for the feedback many of you dropped last time, and a couple of you who met me in this horrid, cold Bangalore weather. Time to narrate the rest of my good old story. But before that, read the first three parts and then jump on to this one.

After she left, I just sat blankly. I don’t remember what I was thinking; it was kinda strange. The condom wrapper lay between the couch cushions, and that seemed to laugh at me, “Abey!” Just like that, another round of distance started.

For three days, we didn’t speak. I heard her door. I heard her slippers. But we didn’t meet. The colony talk had moved on from Rudresh’s money problems.

Now they said his boss, Sharma Sir, had given him a good chance. A week-long work trip to Mysore. A reward, people whispered. I knew what it really was. A way to get him out of the house.

The night before Rudresh left, he came to my door. He looked tired. “Sam, son. I need a favour.”

“Anything, Bhaiyya.”

“This trip. Sir says it can mean a permanent job for me, so I have to travel. Can you just… be around? ”

“Okay, bhaiyya. No problem.”

He patted my shoulder, relieved. “You are a good boy.” Those words hurt.

The next morning, I stood on my balcony. Rudresh put a small bag in a taxi as he waved at me. He left with Ragini bhabhi staying there. She didn’t move for a whole minute.

Then she turned and looked up at me. No smile. No nod. Just a look that said everything. That night on my couch. The shame. The dread of the days coming. Then she went inside.

The first day was quiet. Second day, the trouble came. It was evening. I was trying to read but couldn’t. Then I heard that voice in the corridor. I got stiff. I went to my door and looked through the gap.

He was at her door, standing too close. His cheap shirt was tight on his big stomach. “Arrey, Ragini beti! Rudresh told me to see that you are not lonely, no? What a caring husband you have.”

I saw her in the doorway, blocking it. “I am fine, Sir. Thank you.”

“Nonsense! What is this ‘fine’? A young, beautiful flower like you, drying up alone?” He tried to look past her. “I brought some sweets. And some… special wine. Good for stress. Let me come in, we will have a small party.”

“I don’t drink, Sir.”

“Then today you will learn!” he laughed, like it was a great joke. He stepped forward, trying to push past her.

That’s when I opened my door. The sound was loud. They both turned.

“Oh! Saurav,” the boss said, his smile fading a little. “Still playing watchman?”

“Bhaiyya told me to help Bhabhi with any heavy work while he is away,” I said, walking over. I stood right between him and the door. “You have something heavy to move, Sir?”

His eyes got small. He was used to bullying Rudresh. But I was not his worker. I was just a tall, angry college boy.

“I was just keeping his wife company. Being a good friend.”

“That is kind,” I said, not moving. “But she was just saying she has a bad headache and needs to sleep. Right, Bhabhi?”

Behind me, I felt her shake. Then her voice was stronger now. “Yes. A very bad one. Thank you for coming, Sir.”

His face got red. He looked from her to me. His eyes were saying things he couldn’t speak. With a grunt, he pushed the sweet box at me. “Give her this. Tell her to take care.” He gave Ragini one last, long look. “We will meet again soon, daughter. When you are… feeling better.”

He walked away with heavy steps on the stairs. We stood there until we couldn’t hear him. The tight feeling didn’t leave. It got worse, now mixed with a new danger we shared.

I turned. Ragini was leaning on the door, pale, her hands white where she held it. The fear from before was back, bigger.

“He will come back,” she whispered, voice empty. “He does not give up.”

A crazy idea came to my head. “Then don’t be here.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Get your purse. And…” I looked at her saree. “Wear something plain. A salwar. We are going out.”

“Sam, I cannot just-”

“You want to be here when he comes back with more ‘wine’?” I asked, voice low. “He thinks Rudresh said it was okay. He will break you down. Come. Just for some hours. To breathe.”

Her face fought with itself. Duty against want. Fear against a small, scary hope. Finally, she gave a tiny nod. “Give me five minutes,” she said as she went inside her room.

She came out in a light purple salwar kameez, and my god, wasn’t she cute?

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere he would never look. Consider it a surprise, Bhabhi.”

I took her to Indiranagar to have some pizza. It wasn’t grand, but it had soft lights, wood seats, and no one we knew. Her eyes were big as we went in, seeing couples eating big, cheesy pizzas.

Bhabhi and I went to a corner *ahem ahem* for privacy. We got the menu, and funnily enough, she stared at it for a long time, like it was another language for her, with her basic control over English. “I have… never eaten this,” she said a few minutes later after looking at the images.

“Never had pizza?”

“Rudresh says it is junk food. Foreign nonsense.”

“Well, today, you decide,” I said.

She laughed and excitedly pointed at the plainest pizza there is, and her defence for that was “Let me try something plain.” Again, a funny scenario, but I obeyed my date’s order and called the captain to get us a medium Margherita and two Cokes.

When the pizza came, hot and smelling great, she looked at it with doubt and wonder. I showed her how to lift a slice, the cheese stretching. She copied me, and she took a small bite, chewed, and then her eyes opened wide. It was so cute to watch.

“Oh my goodness… Now I know why it’s good!”

“Accha, you like it, Bhabhi?”

“Very much,” and smiled like a baby getting a toy.

She gave me a genuine grin for the first time in weeks, and she looked all bubbly. Not gonna lie, that moment you know?

She started off taking it easy with the first couple of slices, but then she really got into the pizza. She was licking all the tomato sauce off her fingers, little thumb sucking. Watching her kinda made my mouth dry, and I wanted to enjoy as she did.

During this time, we had a good chat, not about Rudresh, or his boss, or the colony. We talked about silly things. The bad music is playing. The funny shape of a mushroom on her slice. The movies she liked as a girl.

For two hours, she wasn’t Ragini Bhabhi. She was just Ragini. A woman with a laugh like small bells and eyes that shone when she forgot to be sad.

Leaving, full and easy between us, we passed a shop with mannequins in Western clothes. Her eyes stopped on a simple black maxi dress. It was nice, sleeveless, with a small V-neck.

“You like that?” I asked.

“It is different,” she said, but her voice wanted it.

“Wait here.”

Before she could say no, I went inside. I bought it, guessing her size, not thinking. When I gave her the bag outside, she stared at it for a good whole minute, and that was a funny sight.

“Sam, no, I cannot-”

“It is a gift. For surviving your first pizza. And your worst boss.”

“But…”

“Just take it, Bhabhi. Please.”

She took the bag, holding it tight to her chest. The rumbles from the auto began to indicate that the journey had started. We didn’t speak much there, as I was lost in Ragini’s hair, flying waves that were making me melt. We had stolen a piece of a normal life. A date.

Back at the colony, we were careful, going in separately. An hour later, a knock came on my door. I went to the door, of course expecting Bhabhi, but when I opened it, my breath stopped.

She stood there, wearing the black maxi dress. It fit her like it was made for her. The cloth followed every curve. The V-neck was simple but showed the full, beautiful shape of her breasts pushing against the soft material. She had left her hair open, dark and falling on her shoulders.

She looked completely new. Not a traditional bhabhi. A stunning, modern woman. I got hard at once, painfully, against my jeans.

“You…” I swallowed. “You look…”

“Different,” she finished, coming inside without asking. She shut the door, leaned back against it as she stared with a blank eye at me. Now there was a slow, sure heat. “Thank you for today. For the pizza. For the dress. For… saving me from him.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Haan? I do. Because I am not saying thank you just for that.”

Another step. No space left between us. Her eyes went down to the clear bulge in my jeans, then back to my face. No act. No waiting.

“I am not running this time, Sam,” she whispered.

I held her face and kissed her. This wasn’t like the fast, messy kiss from before. This was slow, deep, full of all the wanting from the past days. She fell into it at once, her hands in my hair, a soft sound coming from her throat into mine. Her lips were sweet from the Coke.

I took my hands off her face and let them slide down her nice shoulders, feeling the border of her dress. It was very much intentional, and so when my thumbs inadvertently brushed the tops of her breasts, she cried out in my mouth. It struck me at that very moment that it was the only thing I needed.

I pulled the neckline down a little, and the dress slid, showing her simple white bra under. I opened it with shaky fingers, and her breasts came free. God. They were perfect. Full and heavy, with large, light brown circles and those long, dark pink tips I had only seen a little before.

They were already hard, tight with need. I wanted to play them with my hands, but my sucking kink made sure that I was using my mouth and tongue this time. And I jumped right into it. “Ah!” Her cry was sharp, her back coming off the couch.

I moved my tongue around the hard point, sucking hard, while my hand held her other breast, rolling the tip between my finger and thumb. She was moving under me, shaking a little, but gripping my back. I gave attention to one tit, then the other, biting soft, licking, loving them as she was breathing fast.

“Sam… please…”

I shifted while I was kissing her quivering stomach, and I was pulling the soft fabric of the maxi dress, which was going up her hips. She was totally naked from the waist down. Seeing her like that, completely naked and wet, her thighs opening up for me, it really made my head spin.

I did not hold myself back. I put my face between her legs, and I licked her. When she was coming down in between breaths, I went up her body again with my lips, her belly, her breasts, and at last her lips. When she tasted herself on me, it sparked something hot inside of her.

She was getting more and more turned on. The feeling was getting stronger; it was like it was burning inside of her and reflected in our room too. With a shy yet strong gesture, she flipped me over onto my back and came on top of me. Her breasts were bare and beautiful in the faint light.

She looked down at the clear bulge in my pants. Her hands, so sure a moment before, now shook as she opened my button and zip. She pulled me out, her eyes wide, seeing me, thick and fully hard. Her fingers were wrapped around me, her indiscriminate touch initially.

As she proceeded, her touch became firmer. It was very awkward and still new. But just the fact of Ragini Bhabhi being there, in that little black dress, giving me a handjob. It was nearly enough to make me cum right there.

Her eyes were locked with mine, full of desire and a slight nervousness. “Do you… “, she murmured, her voice so faint over my loud heartbeat. “Do you want me to… put it in my mouth? ”

The very shy and modest way in which the question was asked was the most sexually appealing thing I had ever heard. “If you only want to, ” I managed to say, my voice being a bit husky.

“I want to,” she said, but she looked scared. “I just… I never have. Rudresh, he never…” She didn’t finish, but she didn’t need to. The idea that her own husband never wanted this from her made me feel angry and protective.

“Hey,” I said softly, sitting up a little to move her hair from her face. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she insisted, her jaw setting with that familiar will. “I want to do this for you. I just… I’m scared I’ll do it wrong.”

An idea came to me. A way between her fear and our need. “Wait.”

I gently moved her off me and got up, taking my wallet. This time, my hands were steady. I took out a condom, opened it, and carefully rolled it onto myself. She watched, curious.

“There,” I said, lying back down. “Now you don’t have to think about taste or… anything. … whatever feels good to you.”

Understanding came to her face, then deep thanks. The barrier took away one layer of her worry. She bent down, her hair making a curtain around us, and softly touched the tip with her tongue. Then, getting brave, she took me into her mouth, over the rubber.

It was clumsy. She used too much teeth at first, then not enough pressure. Her rhythm was off. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the look of deep focus on her beautiful face, the feel of her warm, wet mouth around me, the sight of her bare breasts moving.

I guided her softly with my hands in her hair, not pushing, just showing her a speed. “Yeah… just like that… perfect, Ragini… so good.”

Hearing her name, not ‘Bhabhi’, seemed to open something in her. She got surer, taking me deeper, finding a rhythm that made my feet curl. Her newness was completely, totally sexy. I could feel the tightness building low in my stomach, a big wave coming.

“I’m going to cum,” I told her, my voice tight.

She didn’t pull away. She stayed there, eyes closed tight, taking me, taking all I gave until I burst with a deep sound, my hips coming off the couch, my sight going white at the edges.

I fell back. That is when she slowly pulled away from me. She sat up. Wiped her mouth with her hand. She had a look on her face, and she looked very happy about what just happened. Her face was red. She looked at the condom. Then she looked at me. A smile started to spread across her lips. It was a shy smile, but it was also very sexy.

Once more, she had done it. For herself. For me.

I brought her down beside me, holding her in my arms, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips. We lay there, sweaty and exhausted, and only our breathing getting slow was audible. The yellow light from the corridor window was cutting the floor, telling us it was still early in the night.

We had made our own world in this small, messy room. I looked at her, her head on my chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, her stunning body still half in that black dress.

The night was young. And it was going to be very, very long.

That’s for part 4 now, hopefully I’ll be free from work quickly and drop part 5. If you have any feedback or want to catch up somewhere in Bangalore, drop your texts to: [email protected]. Much love to y’all and looking forward to hearing from you!

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So, let’s begin.

Toh maine ek TV purchase kiya tha aur uske installation ke liye maine slot book kiya tha. Jis din ka slot book kiya tha, uss din meri family kuch function ke liye bahar gayi thi.

Toh, afternoon ka time tha aur TV technician ko thoda late ho gaya tha jo time diya tha usse. Toh main apni gym shorts aur vest mein phone scroll kar raha tha.

Scroll karte karte, reels pe kuch hot content dikha toh mera mood hua ki aaj ghar khali hai toh kuch gay porn dekhun. Toh main Chrome pe xHamster mein gay content dekh ke apna lund se khel raha tha aur meri gand mein khujli ho rahi thi ki bohot din hue anal sex kiye.

Porn dekhte dekhte aur khud ke body se khelte khelte kab waqt bita, kuch nahi pata. Phir doorbell baji. Phir kya… jo accha mood bana tha, woh kharab ho gaya.

Maine door khola toh samne TV technician khada tha. Khade kya… woh, uncle type the. Height thodi kam thi; upar ke baal gayab the aur moochhi thi.

Dekhne se South Indian type ke lag rahe the aur thode mote the – matlab tummy bhi thi. Maine unko andar liya ghar ke aur unhone kaam shuru kar diya apna TV installation ka.

Kaam toh bohot mast kiya aur kuch time baad unhone mujhe TV ko WiFi se connect aur password ka set karne bola aur kaha ki, “Apne mobile pe TV ka login karo… details fill karo.”

Toh unhone mujhse TV ko activate karne ke liye mera mobile manga aur maine mobile unko diya. Main bhool gaya tha ki activate karne ke liye Chrome browser use karna tha aur mera Chrome mein xHamster ke pages khule the.

Unhone khola aur sidha samne xHamster ka page open ho gaya. Toh woh mere paas dekhe aur smile kiye aur maine mobile screen pe dekha aur itni sharam aayi ki kya bataun.

Full embarrassing moment ho gaya. Woh uncle haste haste dusra page open kiya aur bole ki, “Beta, yeh sab dekhte ho toh close bhi kiya karo.”

Main sharam ke maare kuch nahi bol paya.

Phir unhone jo login/activation karna tha, kiya aur wapas same topic pe aa gaye. Aur baat karte karte paani manga. Maine unko paani peene diya toh woh paani piye aur bolne lage, “Aapko gay sex pasand hai kya?”

Aur tab main sirf shorts aur vest pe tha apne. Toh maine unko kaha ki, “Haan, thoda bohot pasand hai.”

Toh woh bole ki unko bhi ladke pasand hai. Yeh sun ke mera bohot mann hua ki unko hug karun, par main thoda sharma raha tha. Par mere body pe mera control nahi tha; mera lund dheere dheere tight ho raha tha.

Mere shorts pe ab clearly dikh raha tha ki lund tight hai aur main thoda chhupa raha tha. Toh woh uncle bole, “Are, chhupa kya rahe ho? Yeh sab natural hai.” Aur yeh kehte hi unhone mera haath pakda.

Ab meri heartbeat full tez ho gayi aur uncle mere face ke expressions dekh ke samajh rahe the. Toh uncle ne next move kiya aur mujhe mere lips pe kiss kiya.

Maine apni aankhein bandh kar li aur flow ke saath karne laga. Ab uncle mujhe hug kar rahe the aur main enjoy kar raha tha. Uncle ne mere shorts mein haath daala aur mere lund se khelne lage.

Uncle ne mere kapde nikale aur mujhe sofa pe baithne kaha. Uncle ne apne kapde nikale. Wo sirf apne rang ke underwear mein the. Ab uncle thode dominant se baat karne lage.

Unhone mera muh pakda aur apne underwear pe ragadne lage aur mujhe orders dene lage. Ab uncle ne mujhe unki underwear nikalne ko kaha aur main unki baat manne laga.

Uncle ka lund dekh ke main thoda hairan ho gaya. Uncle kam height ke aur mote the, par lund lamba, mota aur kaala kaala. Mere bhi muh mein paani aaya aur main uncle ka lund choosne laga.

Guys, unka lund choosne bohot maza aa raha tha aur uncle mujhe deep throat karne ke liye bol rahe the. Mujhe deep throat karne mein dikkat ho rahi thi, par uncle zabardasti mera sar pakad ke muh mein daal rahe the.

Jab poora lund gaya, toh uncle mujhe choke kar diya. Oh God! I was unable to breathe but it felt so good!

Fir maine uncle ko bedroom mein chalne kaha. Toh uncle hasne lage aur bole, “Ab ekdum randi jaise behave kar raha hai.”

Maine uncle ko bed pe sulaya aur suck karne laga. Kuch time baad uncle ne mujhe ulta sulaya aur meri gand se khelne lage. Gand mein ungli daal ke dekha toh ungli andar gayi.

Mujhe thoda pain bhi hua kyun ki bohot time hua tha gand marwaye hue. Ab woh dheere dheere fingering karne lage. Ab thodi gand loose ho gayi thi aur uncle ne do ungli daali; phir teen, aur meri gand mast kar di.

Uncle ne mujhe oil laane ko kaha aur maine uncle ko oil di. Uncle ne meri gand ko mast oil laga ke wet kiya – full oily. Phir unhone mujhe kaha ki, “Mera lund ko oil laga ke thoda massage karo.”

Maine waisa hi kiya. Aur uncle ne mujhe ulta letaya aur unka kaala mota lund meri gand ke opening pe rakha aur bola, “Deep breath karo aur loose chhod.”

Unhone jo bola, maine waisa hi woh kiya. Aur uncle ne ek jhatka maara aur unka lund ka topa meri gand ke andar chala gaya. Mujhe pain ho raha tha.

Maine uncle se bola ki, “Please… dheere se… pain ho raha hai…”

Par uncle ne mujhe shant kiya aur kaha, “Start mein pain hota hai… phir maza bhi aata hai.”

Aur uncle ne ab dheere dheere andar-bahar karne lage aur mujhe thoda sukun mila.

Ab uncle poora lund gand se bahar nikalte aur andar dalte. Meri gand ab loose ho chuki thi aur main enjoy kar raha tha. Kuch der uncle ne kiya aur mujhe doggy position lene ko kaha.

Maine mana nahi kiya – ab toh maza aa raha tha. Uncle ne fast pace pakda aur speed se karne lage. Uncle jaise mujhe chod rahe the, waise hi meri gand pe spank kar rahe the.

Meri gand pe maar maar ke laal kar diya thi. Aur uncle ne ek last push diya aur poora uncle ka maal meri gand mein khali kar diya.

Ab hum bed pe pade the kuch time ke liye. Phir hum fresh hue ek saath washroom mein aur maine unko mast blowjob diya aur unhone mere muh mein maal choda.

Jaate jaate uncle ne mujhe apna number diya aur apne room ka location diya, jo mera ghar se 5-6 kms ke range mein hi tha.

Main thak gaya tha, par khush bohot tha. Maine unka naam mobile mein save kiya aur next meetup ke baare mein sochne laga.

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The story will be narrated from the husband’s footsteps.

My wife Nidhi’s comments that night, “I am yours, am only yours, Raghav. You are mine, and I will always be yours.” These were running in my head while she walked ahead of me on the 9th floor of the luxury hotel.

My eyes glance at the locked room 9**, where Madhan is waiting to fuck the just-shaved pussy of my wife. Just the thought made my cock twitch inside my pants.

Nidhi, with no inkling, walks excitedly ahead with a bag packed with a transparent white shirt, pants, and a black thong. This was my all-time favourite fantasy to watch Nidhi in such a sexy attire.

I re-glance at the door of Madhan and then Nidhi’s round, swaying ass cheeks. Will I be able to tolerate Madhan’s hard spank over my wife’s bubble, shiny, shaking ass cheeks? My dick turns into a rock. It was thick and hard with just the thought of her white, round ass cheeks turning red by Madhan’s spanks.

As we reach the main door of our room, my phone vibrates with a message from Madhan, “Did you guys check in?” Handing the room key card to Nidhi, I reply, “Yes, Madhan. Reached the room now.” Unlatching the door, I watch my wife’s excited laughs.

I notice her thick, juicy lips as the words come out of them, “Hey, Jacuzzi, thank you, love.” My heart skips a beat imagining those red lips circling a stranger’s dark cock and hungrily sucking the juice out. My hard dick continues to stay solid.

Nidhi looked mouth-wateringly stunning. I controlled myself from touching my hot wife, Nidhi. For the past few days, as per Madhan’s plan, I had controlled myself by just teasing my wife by leaving her craving halfway.

Like kissing and breaking the kiss halfway, touching her monstrous, round boobs, and leaving before sucking, most importantly, I abstained from fucking her from that night. Every passing day, I could notice her cravings climbing the ladder for pleasure.

Nidhi jumps onto the bed with her soft humps, jiggling. Her hefty, round boobs and her thick ass, hungrily inviting to be caressed. I too was wildly tempted to get hold of those soft curves of my own craving wife. However, I continued to control and ignore her lures. I was still worried, what if Nidhi revolts?

Today is the day my wife will be swallowed by a stranger in front of my eyes. Today is the day my wife’s pussy would feel a cock and might spill a fountain of juices to the new rod. My wife’s boobs would be devoured with marks of sucks and hard squeezes.

Jumping out of bed, Nidhi hugs me tighter with her soft boobs smashing against my chest. Her sexual hunger blasts out.

At that instant, I felt a strange self-doubt about my decision. Do I have to do this? Is it wrong? Can I take my wife being animalistically claimed by a stranger, that too in front of my own eyes? Will I be able to digest his cock reaching new depths of her delicate pussy?

I place a hand over her soft back and hug her lightly. I shake my head, clearing the self-doubt and telling myself, “This is just for one time and one time only. I will do this, no matter what. With no clue of how my wife would respond, I hint to her to start the game.

My appealing wife, Nidhi, holds the bag with a shy smile. She warns me to look away while she changes into the shirt. I smile, turning away, I text Madhan, “My Nidhi is ready for you, Madhan. I feel both excitement and jealousy seeing the mouthwatering and fountain emoji reply from Madhan.

I sneak and watch the creamy and soft body of Nidhi in the transparent white shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra. Oh god, she looks like a ticking bomb ready to explode. She catches my sneaking, “Raghav. Please wait,” and rushes into the washroom with Jacuzzi excitedly.

The Previous night, as Madhan told, I played a hot movie with multiple explicit banging scenes on the TV. I made Nidhi sit next to me and watch the complete film. Most scenes were sudden pop-ups and merciless loud-moaned bangings.

A wife’s affair scene where she sucks a stranger’s cock. Her husband watches them from behind, and he massages his cock. I was scared to watch such scenes with my wife until that night. But Madhan made me do this. After the movie, Nidhi was horny.

I acted tired and asleep. I noticed my wife hugging me, then turning away, and restlessly rolling around the bed. She hadn’t slept properly that night.

At midnight, I announce in her ear, “Tomorrow, I want to fuck you. I want you to express your horny side. We are going to a hotel. She questioned, “Why hotel? You can have me here itself. I replied, “There is a surprise. Promise me. You will enjoy it to the fullest and never remind me about the day, too.

Confused by my midnight talks, and at the peak of her hunger, she cluelessly promises me.

Now.

I unlatch the main door and ring up Madhan’s room from the landline, asking him to come. In no time, Madhan walks in with a smile and latches the main door. Placing a pack of condoms and two chocolate bars on the bedside table, he sat next to me. My heart skips a bit when my wife unlatches the bathroom door.

Her soft, bare hands stretch out of the door. Her shiny, polished fingers invite me in. I watch Madhan and rush into the bathroom. Oh heavens, she has spread some fragrance around the big washroom and lit a few thick candles.

The Jacuzzi is filled up. My hottie Nidhi was standing pantless, displaying her back to me. Her curves were prominent in the transparent white shirt. “Oh, Nidhi, you are looking damn hot, I comment. I inch closer to her.

Me: “I want you to close your eyes, honey. Don’t dare to open until I say so.
Nidhi: “Oh, Mr Raghav. What are you gonna do to me?”

Me: “Whatever it is, you have to surrender your whole body and enjoy this moment.”
Nidhi: “This body is yours and yours to be eaten, Honey Raghav.”

In a few seconds, as if through some cue, Madhan steps into the washroom. Madhan’s devil eyes watch my Nidhi like a prey. I could make out that Madhan’s mouth would be oozing with saliva, watching such a pretty, soft girl ahead, waiting to be devoured.

Madhan shushed me with a finger on his lips and circled my wife, Nidhi, scanning her whole body with his eyes, spending time on her juicy, firm boobs and thick white thighs. “How much longer?” Nidhi asks. “Please, honey, don’t open until I tell.

Madhan pulls the collar of her shirt slightly low and places a kiss on the back of her neck. Oh god, I could notice goosepimples on my wife’s milky body. She breathes, “Ah, Raghav. What are you up to today?” Madhan places another kiss on the same spot, but this time his lips linger longer on her neck.

Madhan kneels behind her back and places a kiss on the back of her thigh. Oh god, my dick has skyrocketed and was tearing out of my pants. Madhan’s lips gently sucks the white back of her thigh one after another. “Ah, she moans in pleasure.

Madhan signals me to instruct her to turn around. Me: “Nidhi, slowly turn around. Nidhi, with a cute smile, turns around like a model in a dress shop. Madhan shows his hands raised. I hold Nidhi’s hands and raise them above her head. She looks like a sculpted goddess.

Her small, erect dark nipples were poking through the transparent shirt. The shirt showed the round curves of her boobs neatly. I adjust my erection in my pants. Madhan’s horny eyes continue to capture the beauty of my wife’s sexy hourglass body.

Madhan signals again. I brush my index finger slowly, travelling from her forehead around her chin, “Ah, Raghav,” she moans. Drawing the finger to her neck and slightly over her boobs, over the shirt. When my finger reaches the belly, Madhan signals to her belly button.

My finger circles a few rounds and then enters her belly button, “ahhhh. Nidhi grabs my hair. My finger spent some time on her belly button and slowly reached the waist of her pants. I gently brush over the panties running around the pussy.

Madhan shakes his head. I quickly move my finger away from her pussy. Nidhi clasps my hair tighter, furious with me for leaving her pussy unattended. I still move away from her clasp. Madhan informs me and gently places a kiss on her thick, juicy lips.

Madhan then locks his lips and aggressively starts to suck her lips. He even cups her ass cheeks while sucking her lips. Nidhi opens her eyes and pushes him away, Raghav. She watches me with bulging eyes.

Until the next part.

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