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Good morning, my name is Noah Martin, and I am from Cap d’Agde, France. My age is 26 years old. I have a muscular and hairy body, and my height is 6’2 and my dick is 7 inches long and 5 inches thick. We run a Nudist Resort here, and I am a psychologist too. I am bisexual.

This series is going to be based on my family’s sex life, so let me introduce my family first –

Dad – his name is Louis Martin, he is 50 years old, his height is 6’3. He has a hairy and muscular body. His dick size is 6 inches long and 4 inches thick. He is bisexual. He is a Dermatologist.

Mom – Her name is Emma Martin, her age is 48 years old, her height is 6’1, and she has an amazing body with big boobs and ass. She is a Psychologist.

Sister – Her name is Jade Martin, her age is 25 years old, her height is 5’11, and she also has an amazing figure; she is married now. She is a medical student.

Wife – Her name is Julia Martin, she is 24 years old, her height is 6’0, and she has an amazing figure. She can drive anyone crazy for her. She is a dermatologist.

This series is going to be based on my family’s sex life. This incident happened before my College started, and I was waiting for college to start. It was 14th February, Valentine’s Day, as well as their marriage anniversary. I heard some noises from my parents’ room; they must be having sex.

I was almost 19 years old that time, that day, their door was not locked, even though the door was a little open, they both were naked on the bed and talking, Porn was playing on TV at full volume, the moaning was audible in almost the whole house.

They never did that before, though they have sex 4-5 times every week, but this was different. They started with kissing, and they were enjoying it like a honeymoon. The room was decorated with flowers and balloons. They kissed for like 10 minutes.

Then Dad started sucking her tits, even though he was kissing her whole body. They both were super horny. After a few minutes, they came in 69 position, and Dad started licking her pussy, and Mom was sucking his dick. My dick was rock hard. They did this for 10-15 minutes.

Then, Dad again licked her pussy for a few minutes before inserting his dick in her pussy in missionary position. Maybe the door was left open for me, Dad was fucking her pussy, she was moaning really loud, Dad was fucking her really good like a porn star.

Then they switched positions, now Mom was sitting on his dick in reverse cowgirl position, she was moving up and down on his dick. Her boobs were jumping. She was looking really sexy.

I wanted to go and suck her tits. It was the movement that attracted me to my Mom. I have seen her naked a lot, as we are Nudists. I have secretly seen their sex many times, but this time it was different.

After almost half an hour, both got their orgasms at the same time. Dad released his cum in her mouth. Mom drank every drop of it, then Mom again started sucking his, though it was still hard, I am not sure, but Dad pissed in her mouth, because I heard Mom saying, “Delicious piss.”

Then Dad fucked Mom in doggy position, Mom’s face was on my side, and her boobs were hanging in the air and moving. At this moment, I wanted to enter and fuck her mouth. Mom again got her orgasm, then she pissed in Dad’s mouth. I was sure now that Mom also must have drunk his piss.

It felt awkward, but it made me even more horny. I was continuously stroking my dick. Then Dad fucked her in pretzel position. After 10 minutes, they both got their orgasms at the same time. Dad released his cum in her pussy this time.

I was shocked, but his dick was still rock hard even after fucking for a whole hour. I had released my cum twice. But the same with me, my dick was still hard. Then Dad fucked Mom in standing dragon position, I was able to see his whole dick was going in her pussy.

Her moans were really loud. Then, they again had sex in the missionary position. Mom got 2 orgasms this time; she was completely tired. Finally, they had sex in seashell position for around 30 minutes. Then, the missionary for 10-15 minutes before getting his final orgasm.

This time, the cum was released on her tits. Dick was still a little erect, but both were really tired. I released my cum 3 times, then I cleaned my cum and then went to my room to sleep.

The next morning, I was sure that they had seen me watching them, but everything was normal. They both were really happy. After having breakfast, they both went to their clinics.

Our clinics are just next to our house. We have a door that connects the clinics and our house. Let me share a secret. There is a room in every clinic that has a bed and couches with washrooms in case we need some rest, or we want to have some fun.

From that day, I was getting attracted to my Mom more and more. My parents started having sex every day. They have sex in the hall, kitchen, bathroom and everywhere in the house. They don’t stop or hesitate even if I am around.

I felt something different. Maybe they were trying to give me some clue. One random day, I got a WhatsApp text from Dad, it was a link to a sex story. But it was an incest sex story between a Mom and son.

I was shocked, but I got a clue that they were giving me a signal for something. Even I was ready, but then it came my 19th birthday. It changed everything between 3 of us.

This was all about the first part. I will be back with another part soon. Thanks for reading. Share your views in the comments.

Hello readers, I know I am pretty late with this story submission, and you all want to know what is going to happen next. Read my previous story at the given link and provide any feedback at [email protected]

Rest assured, I won’t be late again; I am simultaneously working on my other stories as well. So, without wasting much of your precious time, let me begin with the intense moments with my mating partner.

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After Mohini went to the village, I had received a lot of exposure and had become too horny. Beyond my self-control, I started masturbating nearly 6-7 times a day. I wanted to bang her as soon as possible. So, when I got the chance, I took a bus and reached my village.

After reaching home, I saw her doing some chores in the kitchen. We have a big house with multiple hallways and halls adjacent to rooms. I saw her and asked her to accompany me to keep my baggage inside one of the rooms.

My hand was aching as I had to carry the bag for a long distance; the connectivity to my village was not so good. She started mocking me, saying that I don’t have any strength and trying to hurt my male ego. This ignited anger in my mind, and I rushed towards her, wrapped both my arms around her waist, and carried her midair towards a charpoy.

That charpoy was a bit old and weak, so as soon as I fell on it with her, it broke. Meanwhile, she felt ashamed. She later blamed me in front of my grandparents, saying that I was trying to jump on the charpoy, which caused it to break.

Alas, the want of cunts can make you do anything and take any blame.

Slowly, time drifted, and it was night. We have a big terrace with various-sized charpoys, but we were going to sleep on the cot laid on the ground.

My grandparents lay in their beds on the terrace. Some people were in their rooms, while I was talking to her, lying side by side on the cot.

We noticed there was a power cut without any timing or notice, and both grandparents had started snoring. It was not a very bright or starry night.

I moved close to her and, holding her hand firmly, turned her sideways to face me. I put my hand from below her kurta and started feeling her navel, which was my favorite spot on her body.

I loved each and every part of her body, and I still remember her contours and her taste. I moved my hand upwards and noticed that she had not worn any bra; maybe she had taken off her innerwear before coming to sleep.

I could right away feel her naked breasts, and I ran my fingers over her nipples. While rubbing her nipples, they started to respond to my touches. I did not want to slide her kurta up further because there was a slight danger of being caught if anyone woke up.

Though we were safe from the neighbors’ eyes due to the railings, the fear of getting caught stopped me from taking her nipples in my mouth. I had been horny for the last 10-15 days, so I wanted to fuck her at any cost. I did not care much about foreplay; I just wanted to slide my cock into her cunt.

I pulled the strings of her salwar while she faintly tried to resist, fearing that someone might wake up. I did not care and somehow was successful in pulling her string. As soon as her salwar became loose, I put my finger in her pussy.

Her genital was already wet. So, I took that finger in my mouth and tasted the little mucus that had stuck to it. I moved my finger back towards her pussy, and this time, I started stroking her – first with one finger, then with two, and then with three.

Now, after I inserted my third finger, things became a bit intense as she became speechless, trying to suppress her moans with the fear of being caught if any sound escaped her throat. She was slowly pushing her torso towards my fingers while at the same time, keeping a check to ensure no sound escaped her mouth.

I liked her body’s response and could fuck her till eternity if given a chance. I somehow managed to pull down my shorts with my other hand, as it was difficult due to the posture we were in. My cock was always erect for her whenever I was in close vicinity.

I applied the moisture grabbed from her pussy to the bulbous head of my prick and slowly dragged my lower abdomen towards hers. Though we had had a few fuck sessions earlier, I was never satisfied with her. And all that was going on in my brain was to just keep on banging her.

The moment my cockhead touched her outer pussy walls, I felt some current pass through my cock, sending a signal to my brain to ram the remaining length in one go to the full possible depth without caring for the surroundings. That is what I did.

Her eyes made a rollercoaster trip in their sockets. From her expression, it felt as if she had gotten intoxicated. I felt like this was the essence of sex — this happens when you forget that there are others apart from the two mating.

I slowly withdrew my cock, moving my pelvic region till the bulbous head was only touching her pussy. I rammed my cock back in, and the excitement in me was such, because I had been longing for her for a few days, that I felt I wouldn’t be able to fuck her for long.

Though I wanted the session to last, being an amateur fucker, I did not have much experience back then, and the time constraint was also there. We did not have much choice and could not afford to get caught and spoil our chances of further encounters.

The feel of her wet meat wrapping my cock and her spraying her squirt over my dickhead was amazing. A feeling that I would like to experience for the rest of my life, if possible, with her, but you all know that was not possible. It feels out of this world to spray your seeds in the womb and take the squirt on the dickhead.

I was not able to stand her heat for too long, and I guess within 15 or maybe twenty shots, I started feeling a shiver in my legs as the jizz was being transferred from my charger to her socket.

Here, I think she was disappointed, as she could not cum for me, and I missed her squirt over my dick. I felt bad for her, but nothing much could be done at the spot we were in.

We decided, while drawing patterns with our fingers over our clothes, to call it a night and wait for our further luck and chance to bang each other.

Though last night was nothing short of a dream come true, our village trip had constrained us, and we did not get many chances to fondle or be close to each other. We used to fight with each other, which our family members could not understand and thought was a sweet gesture that tends to put brothers and sisters on fighting terms.

I think the very next afternoon, after having food, people usually go for an afternoon nap. I was searching for her but could not find her. I went upstairs to fetch something and saw that she was also there alone. I told her to come inside the room on the terrace.

She was doing drama and trying to tease me. I went inside and told her to come in. That is when she said, “What is the use?” as I don’t last long, and she remains unsatisfied a few times.

Being a late teenager (19 years old), you people might know that I lack stamina. I wasn’t offended by her comment because I wanted to bang her, and for that, I would have to try to persuade her.

After some drama, she came inside the room. All windows were closed, and after she entered, I closed the door as well, though it had a few small holes. It was quite a big room and had a few charpoys kept there, a few cots lay there, and other stuff as well, so we lay on one bed at the side of the door. The position was such that if anyone tried to peep through the door, no one could see what was happening on that bed.

I slid her kurta upwards, and as her boobs became bare, I touched her nipples with the tip of my tongue; she was like a play toy to me. I had not noticed it earlier, but I think her boobs had started developing further.

As I closed my mouth, catching the grip of her nipples between my tongue and upper teeth, I felt like there were certain markings on the toppings.

As I tried to suck her nipples like a baby does to his mother, I could make out that they were dry, and that is when I realized that women lactate only after giving birth to children.

I was playing with the nipples, alternating between both boobs simultaneously, playing either with my mouth or with my hands. She was making hissing sounds like “Isshhh, haaaa, huff, isss,” etc. I was kneading her boobs now and slowly went down towards her navel, kissed it, and then touched it with the tip of my tongue.

I poured some saliva in her navel and then tried to suck it back. I blew air over her navel, then again put my mouth back and started sucking while embarking my teeth on the outskirts of her navel.

I caught the knot near the hem opening of her salwar and slid both her panties and her salwar down till her thighs, only to the point where she could dress up quickly if need be.

I loved eating her pussy, and given a chance like this, how could I miss it? I directly put my tongue in her pussy, and it was moist as always. It seemed as if she was always wet for me.

I put my tongue in, and she got hold of my head, pushing it with her hands towards her pussy while also pushing her torso to get the most of my tongue action. I knew it was a dangerous time and we could not go long, as we were always short on time.

I wanted to take things as quickly as possible, so I kind of twisted my tongue within her pussy, and she came for me. I wanted to suck the entire load she had shed. I could feel like her cum was trying to erupt in the same manner as men ejaculate.

Her taste was always awesome, and hence I could not let the chance of lapping up her juices slip from my hands. I again covered her pussy with my mouth and tried to suck the inside of her pussy. This action again ignited a fire in her, triggering her to raise her torso a bit in the air.

I wanted to shove it in her, but before that, I thought to have a look outside. I peeped from the window and saw that her father and sister were searching for her.

I told her to change the bed as they could come upstairs searching for us. We changed our beds and pretended as if we were sleeping after rectifying our clothes.

I think not more than 10 minutes had passed when her father came searching for her and was peeping through the holes in the door. He saw that we were lying side by side, and from his view, he could make out that we were asleep with our mouths slightly open and our eyes partially open.

He called her name and told her that there was some work and she needed to go with him. Along with him, his youngest daughter (they had four sisters in total) was also present.

She got up and said she was coming. Meanwhile, the younger one said that she was feeling sleepy and that in this summer, it was quite cool in here, so she wanted to take a nap as well.

She left with her father, and her youngest sibling came to sleep here, replacing her sister.

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I will continue with what happened afterward and how she became pregnant in further parts. I think there won’t be more than two parts from here, according to the story plots.

Thank you for being patient and listening to this sexcapade; any feedback is most welcome at [email protected]

A few days later, we got married, and it was a costly marriage for me. So costly that I had to watch my wife getting fucked by a Gen Z, but still had to get married to her.

On the first night, her hair was blooming with small, white jasmine flowers. The sweet smell that filled the room gave a strange erotic feeling.

Her red blouse was very tight. I could see her fully grown boobs pushing against the tiny fabric. The dark circles of her nipples were visible from that sick cloth, fuck man, if I were with a big cock I would have shown her hell.

Teju: “I am so happy, Rahul.” Her eyes were shining. “We are finally husband and wife. This is the start of our new life.”

She handed me a glass of milk, which is a tradition for the first night. “Drink this, my husband.” I drank about half of it, the milk feeling thick in my dry throat. I gave the glass back to her.

But she didn’t take it. Instead

Teju. “Don’t waste any.”

Her voice sounded like honey. She made me drink the rest of the milk into my mouth. About fifteen minutes passed. I started to feel dizzy, the candle was getting blurry, and the room was spinning.

I saw Teju reach over to the small table next to the bed. It was a sedative, a sleeping medicine. Then, my world went completely black. I don’t know how much time passed. I slowly started to wake up to the sounds of the bed.

*Creak… creak… creak* With every creak, I heard a loud moaning noise of a woman.

I was tied to a chair, and a thick rope held me to the chair. There was a cloth stuffed deep into my mouth, so I couldn’t speak or make a sound. I could see only a few places with only a few candles burning, giving just enough light to see the bed.

And on our bed, I saw my wife. Her white saree was a mess, all bundled up around her waist. Her beautiful red blouse was torn open, and her big, beautiful breasts were bouncing out, free and wild. Her body was moving back and forth.

Teju: Aah, you monster! We have the whole night. Be gentle, lick slowly.

I still could not see the man between my wife’s legs. He was licking, kissing and biting her pussy, pushing his head into hers with so much force that the whole bed was shaking.

He: I can’t hold myself back seeing such beautiful pussy.

In that small light, I finally saw his face when he gave a beak to his feast. It was Roopak. He had climbed in through the side window of our house. I felt ashamed and annoyed, with my parents sleeping in the room right next to ours.

But Teju was moaning so loudly, I was sure they would hear. She didn’t care at all. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, and she was holding onto Roopak’s strong, muscular arms.

Damn man, he was making her cum just by using his tongue. He stopped for a moment and looked down at her body. He saw the jar of chocolate spread on the table, the one I had bought so that I could use it on her. He grabbed it and opened the lid.

He squeezed a big amount of the dark brown Nutella all over her breasts, covering them completely.

Teju: You damn animal, I never imagined that one could eat chocolate like this.

Roopak: Yes, I too never imagined until I saw your milky white boobs.

Teju blushed and kissed him, eating the cocoa that was left on his lips. They were dark and angry marks. She was not crying in pain. She was screaming in pleasure, a rough, painful pleasure.

He was not done with her. He pulled his body away and flipped her over, just like a doll. He made her turn on her stomach and pulled her hips up high in the air.

Teju: You are making me fear you. What are you up to now?

Roopak: Just wait and feel it, you Bitch!

I can clearly sense that he was going for her pussy held up high in the sky. Her face was pushed down into the pillows. He stood behind her and, without any warning, he pushed his big, fat 6-inch cock into her from behind.

This new position let him go even deeper inside her.

Teju: You moron, you could have warned me, aaah!

She screamed into the pillow. I could see her whole body shaking with a powerful orgasm that ripped through her.

Roopak slapped her harder. “Can your husband Rahul do it?” he demanded, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

Teju’s head dropped in shame. She said nothing.

He slapped her ass again, even harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her fair skin. “I asked you a question Bitch!”

Teju: “No, in a million lives he can’t.”

He kept on pounding her from that position

Teju: Yes, yes, yes, keep on going, I’m your slave.

He stopped in the middle and lay down on his back. His manhood was standing up, straight and hard.

Roopak commanded: “Ride me.”

Teju: You know that my husband is in the room, and you ask me to ride your cock, how unfair.

She willingly turned her face towards me and climbed that monster.

Teju: I am sorry, hubby, I have to obey him. Please don’t judge me.

She put her hands on his legs and started to move her body up and down, moving her hips in a fast, rough rhythm.

Roopak: You will listen to me bitch.

He pulled her hair back and started to push his cock even deeper. Her round, cheeky, beautiful ass was slapping against his body every time she came down. She was using his body as a weight for pleasure, chasing the climax.

After a few more minutes, I could hear his breathing change; he was making loud sounds. “I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice thick and heavy.

This time, Teju did something that gave me a heart attack. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling his body as close to hers as possible. He was making it hard even for the air to get in between them.

Teju: “Do it,” she begged him. “Release your cum in me. Cum in me.”

I could not take it anymore, and I fainted.

The next morning, I was untied and was on the floor. Teju was still asleep, lying on her back. The white bedsheet was the only cloth that half covered her.

A little later, Teju woke up, and we both went into the hall. Everyone else in the house woke up. We went down for breakfast, and our parents came to wish us a good morning.

They saw the bite marks all over Teju’s neck and chest. They were dark red and purple, impossible to miss. My mother looked horrified. “Rahul! How could you be so rough with her?” She scolded me. “It was her first night! You should have been gentle!”

She just smiled and came over to me, putting her arm around me. “It’s okay, Mummy,” she said in a sweet, loving voice. “It was… a very passionate night. I am not a little girl.”

Everyone in the room smiled. They were all so happy for us. My father patted me on the back, and then a different person from the washroom came out.

My father: Hey, Roopak, hope you had a good sleep last night. Sorry for the disturbance.

My wife and I were in shock.

Both: ROOPAK?

My father: You guys know him?

Both: NO, not at all.

My wife was scared from her legs to her head.

My father: He is our new intern, and he will be joining our family business.

Me (in my head): He is already in most of my business.

My father: He will be staying here for a week.

I was fucked up, his statement for a day was hell, a week is enough for him to breed my wife!

Let’s see what will happen next.

Feel free to give your opinion and thoughts. [email protected].

Hello y’all, Sam here, and back to continue the untold stories I had written years ago. Gosh, time flies. This is from my escapades with a wonderful human in Komal Bhabhi. So, back to that night of that surprising day.

That kiss on my cheek from Bhabhi stuck with me all day. It wasn’t a normal aunty-peck. My mind kept going back to that trial room. The violet bra, her glowing skin, and the way she didn’t even try to cover up when she called me in. She knew what she was doing.

Saturday was useless. I couldn’t study. Couldn’t focus. All I thought about was Sunday. Four kilometres away. So close.

I told myself it was just a visit. Kiran Bhaiya was in Qatar. Her mother-in-law was probably around. We’d have chai and talk about old times. Normal stuff. But I felt restless, like before an exam you know you haven’t studied for. Maybe the memories were too strong to forget.

Sunday came, and I had to visit. Or maybe I had a hidden agenda, not too sure. Looked up the address and booked an auto, and reached the place after 20 minutes. I was in this big ass apartment which made me understand Kiran Bhaiya was doing well as I pressed “12” on the elevator.

She opened the door as soon as I rang the bell. Komal had on a peach-colored kurti and white leggings. The kurti looked simple, but it was made of thin material. It showed everything. The shape of her breasts, her waist, her hips. That body to die for.

Her hair was tied up, but bits of it fell around her face. She looked… amazing.

“Sam! You came!” She smiled and hugged me right there in the doorway. This hug was different from the mall. It was tighter, but my lil bro inside the pants was already excited. I felt her whole body against mine. My hands patted her back awkwardly.

“You told me to come, Bhabhi,” I said.

“Good boy,” she laughed, letting go. “Come in. Leave your shoes.”

The flat was big and quiet. Really quiet. Huge windows showed the whole city.

“Where’s Maa Ji?” I asked.

“Oh, she went to her home for a week. Some family thing,” Komal said, walking to the kitchen. “So, it’s just us. Chai?”

*Just us.* The words hung in the air.

“Yeah,” I said. “Chai sounds good.”

I stood near the kitchen island, watching her. She moved easily. Filled the kettle, got cups from a high shelf. The kurti rode up a little, showing a strip of skin on her lower back. I stared until she turned around.

“So,” she said, leaning on the counter. “Final year. Big man on campus? Lots of girlfriends?”

I laughed, a bit nervous. “No girlfriends. Just work.”

“Liar,” she smiled. “A boy like you? You must be breaking hearts.”

“Says the most beautiful woman in Bangalore,” I said. It came out easily, like old times.

She blushed, actually blushed, and turned to the tea. “Still sweet-talking, I see.”

“Some things change,” I said without thinking.

She stopped for a while and went, “Do they?”

It got quiet. The only sound was the kettle. I remembered her in the red light. Her moans. Her skin. The kettle whistled loudly. She jumped, then laughed. “Scares me every time!”

We talked about safe things after that. She answered all the questions with a gentle smile on her face, as usual.

“Remember,” she said, sipping her chai, “that time in the rain? When you helped me with my blouse?”

I almost choked. “Vaguely.”

“Vaguely?” She laughed. “You were shaking. I thought you’d faint.”

“I was trying to be respectful.”

“You were trying very hard,” she said, looking right at me. “And then you ran out like the room was on fire.” She shook her head, smiling. “I thought about that a lot after you left. How simple it was. In the beginning.”

*In the beginning.* That meant there was an after. The air felt thick.

“Why did you call me in there, Bhabhi?” I asked. I never had the guts to ask back then. “You could have done it yourself.”

She put her cup down slowly. Looked out the window. “I was curious,” she said softly. “I saw how you looked at me. At the market. At dinner. You weren’t like Kiran. You actually *saw* me. I wanted to know what you’d do. If you were looking, or if you’d… act.”

She looked back at me. Her eyes were dark. “Turns out you acted. But you were so careful. You took your time.”

My heart was pounding now. This wasn’t safe talk.
“I was scared,” I said.

“I know,” she whispered. “So was I.”

It got quiet again, but this kind of quiet was heavy. The space on the sofa between us felt like it was pulling me.

“Show me the flat?” I asked, needing to move.

She smiled. “Okay. Kiran loves this place.”

Then the house tour started, showing me the guest room, the home office, and the balcony. I was thinking why on earth they want to have such a big place, just for three people, two with Kiran not being there. Finally, she stopped at the last door.

“Master bedroom,” she said, and pushed it open.

It was a big, nice room. A huge bed with a fancy cream bedsheet. Everything was neat. Too neat. No photos. No mess. It didn’t feel lived in. It felt like a showroom.

I stayed in the doorway. This was their room. Kiran’s room.

Komal walked in and went to the closet, leaving the door open. “Kiran designed this closet,” she called out.

I could see his suits on one side. Her clothes, on the other hand. My eyes caught something black and lacy hanging alone. The lingerie from the shop.

She saw me looking. Instead of hiding it, she walked over and touched the strap. “That salesgirl was right,” she said, not looking at me. “She thought we were a couple. A young wife and her husband.” She said ‘husband’ like the word tasted bad.

Then she turned, leaning in the closet doorway, arms crossed under her chest. It pushed her breasts up. “What would you have done, Sam,” she asked, her voice low, “if we were a couple? If you were my husband in that trial room? Would you have stayed or run away like you did last time?”

The question was so spicy that my mouth went dry. Every part of me wanted to say one thing. My brain was shouting *Kiran Bhaiya, family, stop. *

I took one step into the room. Just one.

“If I were your husband, Bhabhi,” I said, my voice rough, “I wouldn’t have waited for you to call me. I’d have been in there already. And that lace wouldn’t have stayed on for a second.”

She sucked in a breath. Her cheeks went pink. She looked at me, and for a second, I saw it—the same want I was feeling. Right there in her eyes. Raw.

But then her eyes shifted. She looked past me, at the empty, perfect bed, and something changed. The moment broke. She straightened up, smoothed her kurti, and let out a shaky laugh.

“Such a filmy line, Sam! Too many movies.” She walked past me, out of the room. “Come, lunch is ready. I made paneer butter masala.”

I followed, my whole body was buzzing. We’d gotten close to the edge, but we hadn’t jumped.

Lunch was normal. We talked about college, Netflix, and traffic. We laughed. But underneath it all, you could feel it—what almost happened in that bedroom. The hunger that didn’t get fed.

After lunch, I video-called Mumma and had her talk with Komal. It lasted for a few minutes before we had nothing else to do.

“Want to see some photos?” she asked me.

I was like, sure, since I didn’t know what else to do. In a couple of minutes, we were sitting on the floor of the living room, looking at some old photo albums that she had dug out. She was leaning over the book, pointing at a picture of Kiran Bhaiya from years ago.

My mind wasn’t on the photos. She was sitting cross-legged, facing me. That thin peach kurti was loose at the neck. Every time she leaned forward to turn a page, the neckline gaped open. I tried to look at the pictures. I really did. But my eyes kept dropping down.

There it was. The deep shadow between her breasts. A smooth, creamy curve. The edge of a plain, beige bra. Simple, not like the lace in the shop. But seeing it here, in her home, in the daylight, felt ten times more private. More real.

She was talking about the trip in the photo, her voice soft. I made a noise like I was listening. “Hmm.”

She shifted, reaching for another album on the low table. The movement made the kurti pull tight across her chest for a second. I saw the full, heavy shape of her. The way the soft cotton clung. My throat went dry.

I pretended to be interested in a different page, leaning in too. Our shoulders almost touched. From this angle, I could see right down the front of her kurti. The shadow was deeper. I could see the gentle swell where her breast met the cup of her bra. A faint blue vein under her skin.

My jeans started to feel tight. I shifted, trying to adjust myself without being obvious. My heart was beating hard in my ears, louder than her voice.

She must have felt me staring. She stopped talking mid-sentence. She didn’t look up at me. She just went very still. Her finger stayed on a photo.

Then, slowly, she leaned forward a little more, reaching for her glass of water on the table. The neckline fell open completely.

For one full, endless second, I saw everything. The smooth slope of her breast, all the way down to where the dark pink nipple would be, was hidden by the bra. The soft skin of her inner curve. It was just a flash. Then she straightened up, bringing the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip.

She still didn’t look at me. A faint pink flush crept up her neck. She put the glass down carefully. Her breathing seemed a little quicker.

She turned the page. Her hand was not quite steady.

“This one is from my cousin’s wedding,” she said, her voice a bit huskier than before. She cleared her throat.

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, my eyes glued to the album, but seeing nothing. The image of that shadow, that smooth skin, was burned into my head.

And then, like a punch, the memory hit me. Not from a movie. Not from some porn I’d seen later. From her. From that first time, in the dark, in this same city years ago.

I was 19. Clumsy. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything. When my mouth finally found her breast, I didn’t know there was a technique.

I didn’t know about teasing, licking, or biting soft. I just took her nipple into my mouth, desperate, and sucked. Hard. Like I was dying of thirst.

I didn’t know if I was doing it right. I just kept going, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking clumsily, driven by a blind, hungry instinct. The taste of her skin—salty, sweet, like nothing else.

The feel of her nipple hardening against my tongue. The little sounds she made, trying to keep quiet. It was the most real, raw thing I’d ever known.

Sitting there on her living room floor, with the sun shining and photo albums between us, my mouth actually watered. My whole body remembered. I was lost in that fantasy land when suddenly I heard her voice again.

“Sam? What happened”

I shifted again, the ache in my jeans now a persistent, painful throb. I had to look away from her.

“Ahh, nothing. The food was too good, I might have wanted more.”

Saying so, I stared at a random photo of a temple, but all I could see was the past.

“Oh, hahaha!” she said as her focus went to show me more photos.

The air in the room wasn’t just thick anymore. It was suffocating. Charged with a memory so vivid it felt like it had happened five minutes ago.

She turned another page. “That was a good trip,” she said softly, almost to herself. Her voice pulled me back to the present. But when I dared to glance at her, her cheeks were still flushed. She was staring at the photo, but her eyes were unfocused. Far away.

I knew where she’d gone. She’d gone to the same dark room I’d just visited. We sat in silence for a long minute, the ghost of that first time lying heavily between us, more intimate than any touch we’d shared today.

Finally, she closed the album with a soft thud. “I think… I’m getting a bit tired,” she said, not meeting my eyes. She stood up, smoothing her kurti down. “Should we… call it a day?”

When I left, standing at her door again, things felt different. Heavy.

“Thanks for coming, Sam,” she said, not looking at me. “It was good to see you.”

“You too, Bhabhi. Really.”

“Don’t disappear this time,” she said, looking up. Her eyes were serious. “My number’s in your phone. Use it.”

“I will.”

She leaned in and hugged me. A long, tight hug. “Take care,” she whispered.

“You too.”

I walked to the elevator, feeling her watch me until the doors closed. I sat in my car for a while, just thinking. The hug. The blush. The peach kurti. The question in the bedroom. The look in her eyes.

Nothing happened. No sex, no kiss. But it was the most tense, spicy few hours of my life. We didn’t start an old fire. We just piled up all the wood around it, poured petrol on it, and stood there together with a match, waiting to see who’d let it drop.

More in part 3. Thanks for reading, y’all. If you have any feedback, have your own experiences to share, or maybe want to catch up somewhere for a nice cosy lunch or dinner in Bangalore.

Drop your texts to: [email protected]. Happy holidays till I meet you with the next part!

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Slowly, Anila had accepted her fate. Mangesh would fuck her for 5 mins without any foreplay and ejaculate, leaving Anila high and dry. She would often watch porn to relieve herself. That was her new normal.

One night around 2:00 AM, she woke up with thirst. She was about to move towards the kitchen platform when she heard a soft moan. She could make out that the muffled noise was from across the partition. Since only the night light was on, she carefully lifted a corner of the partition to peek.

What she saw made her almost gasp. She saw Kavitha with her blouse wide open, hair messed up, mangalsutra moved back, and her mouth shut with her panty. Her saree was folded up to her waist, and Ramesh was ramming her. Anila was shocked and moved away from the partition.

She was embarrassed to witness her in-laws in this position. On the other hand, her heart was beating fast as the scene had turned her on.

Anila’s head was spinning. She thought, “I should just close my ears and sleep. This is wrong.”

But her heart said, “This is so hot, my pious mother-in-law getting fucked with her dirty panties shoved into her mouth like a common whore.”

Her heart won the battle, and she slowly lifted the corner of the partition again. Ramesh had Kavitha’s legs on his shoulders and was fucking her like crazy. Anila’s eyes were glued to his Sasur.

He was completely naked, his body glistening with sweat. He had a strong build, and the way he was using his 7 inch tool impressed her.

“Sasur ji has amazing stamina. The force with which his balls are slapping the ass cheeks of ma ji is crazy,” thought Anila.

While enjoying their session, she couldn’t help but envy her mother-in-law. Her sexual needs were still being taken care of at this age, while she continues to be deprived of her primal needs. Anila started pressing her boobs over her nighty as she feasted her eyes on her sasur ji ravaging his wife.

Ramesh then made Kavitha go on all fours. He spread her ass cheek and entered her pussy again. His thrusts made Kavitha’s boobs jiggle in the air. Her eyes rolled in her sockets with pleasure. Anila thought, “Oh, what I would do to get fucked this way.”

Ramesh bent forward and started crushing Kavitha’s boobs from behind. He was playing with her nipple and pinched her in b/w for pleasure. Kavitha was enjoying this. She was letting out muffled moans due to her mouth being gagged by her panties.

Anila slid her hands further down and started to play with her clit. She licked her finger and inserted it into her pussy, and slowly fingered herself. She matched Ramesh’s thrusts, imagining that she was being fucked by him and alternated with one and two fingers.

Ramesh now increased his pace and was near his climax. He made Kavitha lie down and climbed on her boobs without keeping his weight on her and removed the panties from her mouth. Kavitha hesitated to take his dick, but he pulled her hair a little, which made her open her mouth.

At that point, he shoved his tool into her mouth. Kavitha had difficulty taking his dick completely inside. “Wow, it’s so big, and look at that rock-hard erection. Sasur ji must have been a player in his time,” thought Anila.

She was happily surprised at the size and girth of her Sasur ji which was beyond what Mangesh had. Ramesh was now fucking Kavitha’s mouth vigorously. Anila was also matching his rhythm and fingered herself. With a small grunt, he released his load in her mouth.

This was too much for Anila as she bit her lips and her toes curled to the ultimate pleasure of climax. Well, this one was special, something beyond porn. She quickly adjusted herself and slept so as not to raise any suspicion.

The next day, everything was back to normal. Except that Anila now looked at Ramesh in a whole different way. He was now the Man of the house. She went to give Ramesh his morning tea, and as he looked at her, she gave out a shy smile. Ramesh chatted with her while stealing glances at her body.

He had his tea and went to take his bath. He closed the bathroom door and went to open the tap. He saw a black bra and panties dangling on the tap. He picked them up, but it wasn’t Kavitha’s. He remembered that Anila had showered recently.

His eyes lit up, thinking they were of Anila. He brought them closer to his nose and took in a whiff. The smell was new and raw. He saw that the pants had some spots and a few bodily discharge marks. He licked the panty in the crotch area and imagined Anila.

He wore her panties like a mask and started shagging his tool. He imagined Anila sitting on his face as he ate her pussy like a madman. It didn’t take long for him to ejaculate. He wiped his cum with Anila’s panties and took his shower.

Soon, Ramesh left for work, and Anila went to fetch her undergarments from the washroom. She found them crumbled up in a corner of the washroom. “I left these on the tap. Who would put these here?” she thought.

As she lifted them, she saw that her panties were moist, and she could see cum marks on them. She was shocked, “Wtf, who might have done it. Sasur ji was the last one to shower today. Was it him?” She now somewhat felt convinced that this must be her father-in-law.

She was happy instead of being angry. She loved to get attention from men. Post-marriage, she has been feeling low, but this was quite exciting. She decided to test the waters with her Sasur ji. In the evening, when Ramesh returned, she brought him a glass of water.

She was wearing a kurti and had a dupatta. She purposely kept her dupatta low to reveal her cleavage to him. Ramesh kept staring at her bosom, “Ahem, are you done with the water?” Anila spoke as their eyes met. Ramesh looked away in guilt and handed over the glass to her.

He ran his fingers over hers while returning the glass and stared at her as she left, smiling. Ramesh could sense that Anila was also giving him a signal. That night, when everyone had fallen asleep, Anila insisted on sleeping towards the partition.

So from left to right it was Mangesh, Anila, partition, Ramesh and Kavitha. Anila thought that in order to curb her sexual appetite, she had to orchestrate things herself. She adjusted the partition in such a way that there was a small opening where the two bed sheets met.

She positioned herself such that her waist would be visible from the opening. She pulled her nighty up to reveal her sexy thighs and brought it to her ass. She pretended to sleep as she laid the bait for her father-in-law. At half past two, Ramesh woke up to go to the bathroom.

He sat up and looked at the clock. He yawned and was about to get up when he saw the gap in the partition. He moved to close it, but was stunned to see Anila in that position. Her curves were visible to him, and he drooled looking at her. As she was sleeping, facing the other way, her red panties were visible to him.

“Oh god, look at that ass. Her cheeks are naturally spread out. Must be heaven between them.” He looked at Kavitha and saw her sound asleep. Mangesh was snoring in his sleep, and with Anila facing the other side, Ramesh kept his hand on Anila’s ass cheeks over her panties.

He kept it there to see Anila’s reaction. She did not move, which emboldened him. Anila, on the other hand, was pretending to sleep but was wide awake. Her heart was beating fast, and she had a nervous anticipation of what would come next.

Her plan was set in motion, and now she has to wait for Ramesh to take the lead. Ramesh slowly moved his finger, almost like a feather, over her ass. Anila was loving it; she had goosebumps. Slowly, Ramesh moved her nighty further up. Now her entire panties and waist were visible to him.

He slowly moved his finger inside her panty waistband and pulled it down. Her bare ass cheeks were now in front of him. Ramesh now slowly moved towards Anila and kissed her bare ass. He gave light kisses all over her ass. He now moved to remove her red panties and pulled them down to her ankles.

Anila pretended to change her side during sleep and lay flat on her back. Ramesh could now feast on her pussy, which had small hair that had grown since her wedding. He brought his nose near her pussy and consumed her raw smell. The kind he got from her panties.

He was intoxicated and fearless now. Ramesh now brought his tongue down and started licking her pussy. His tongue was sending shivers down Anila’s body. She could not hold any longer. With a soft moan, she opened her eyes. Ramesh was scared as he saw that Anila was awake.

He thought she might raise an alarm and tried to move back. Anila got hold of his head and pushed it deeper into her love hole. “Don’t stop, Sasur ji. I need you to taste me.” Ramesh needed no second invitation. He started licking her and exploring the depths of her pussy.

Anila swayed her hips, almost grinding her pussy on his face. Ramesh pulled her closer to the partition and with one hand started pressing her boobs over her nighty, and with the other hand he played with her clit while lapping up her love juices. He stripped Anila of her clothes and made her lie face down.

Ramesh now started eating her pussy from behind. He traced the line from her pussy to her asshole with the tip of his tongue. Anila was leaking profusely. She had been kept deprived of these sensations for a long time, and she needed this. She arched her ass out further to give Ramesh more access.

“Lick me, Sasur ji, drink my love juice and taste my butthole.” She whispered, shedding all shame. They were no longer Sasur and Bahu but lovers whose primal instincts were awakened. Ramesh bit on her ass cheeks lightly, which further turned her on, and explored her asshole.

He was greeted by the musky raw smell from her hind side, but he did not care. He wanted to worship this sex goddess in every way possible. As his tongue explored her inner walls, Anila bit her lips and buried her face on the pillow to muffle her moans.

Ramesh increased his pace, and soon Anila unloaded her cum on Ramesh’s face. As he slurped on it, he said, “Look what a mess you created. You ought to be punished for this.”

“Yes, Sasur Ji, I have been a bad girl. Cheating on my husband, I need to be punished badly,” she said while seductively looking at Ramesh. Ramesh looked towards Kavitha. She was sleeping facing the other side. Ramesh dragged Anila into his side of the partition and covered her naked body with his bedsheet.

“You will need to be taught a lesson for cheating on my son,” he said. Then, he took out his dick from his dhoti and shoved it in her mouth. Anila gagged due to its sheer size. Her saliva started to drip from her lips as she struggled to consume his monster.

She tapped Ramesh to take it out, but he pulled an inch before pushing the entire length in. Anila’s eyes almost popped out. Her screams were subdued by this massive tool in her mouth. Ramesh started fucking her mouth. He held on to her hair and fucked her mouth hard.

He would slap her mildly in between, “Yes, take my dick, you cheating bitch. Tell me who’s my bitch.” Anila could only nod as his rod kept entering and leaving her mouth. When Ramesh was on the verge of climax, he stopped and took out his dick from her mouth.

Anila was leaking from everywhere. Her mouth was dripping with the mixture of her saliva and Ramesh’s pre cum. Her pussy was leaking with her love juices, and her asshole was still letting out Ramesh’s saliva that was trapped inside. He lay down and made her sit on her dick.

“Now jump as if your life depended on it.” Anila squatted over his dick. Her pussy muscles contracted and expanded as Ramesh’s member penetrated her. It was so big to consume that she covered her mouth with her hands so as not to scream in pain and pleasure.

She started rocking on it, and soon she was on cloud 9. She continued to hump him for 10 minutes in the cowgirl position. Ramesh changed position and lay her face down and entered her pussy from behind. He grabbed her hair from behind and raw dogged her pussy.

The room was filled with muffled moans, sweat and the raw smell of their bodily fluids. He continued to fuck her for another 10 minutes. Anila had already climaxed twice and was reeling with pleasure. Ramesh now came behind her in a spooning position and spit on his dick for lubrication.

Then he entered Anila from behind and started to pound her in this position. While fucking her, he slid his fingers in her mouth. She obediently sucked on them while his other hand twisted and turned her nipples.

Anila was ecstatic, she had her third orgasm of the night, building inside her, “Oh, sasur ji, I love your manhood inside me. Finally, you’ve made me feel complete.”

Ramesh smiled, “From now on, you’re my bahu and my 2nd wife. I’ll have you whenever and wherever you like.” Anila could nod in obedience as she gasped for breath. Ramesh increased his pace and turned her around to kiss her. Their tongues became engulfed in fighting to take control of the other.

Ramesh finally came and filled his cum deep into her pussy. He kept pumping her even as his dick went soft. Anila turned around and kissed him on his lips and thanked him for making her complete again.

Hi, I’m Rahul (name changed ) from Hyderabad. I’m here to narrate some true and fantasy stories to get your pulse.

So, I would like to introduce my wife, Priya, who is 27 years old. As usual, she is an average but attractive young housewife. She is a master at wearing a saree and shows off her navel out of innocence.

So that was our newly married life, and I used to go to the office daily from 9 AM to 8 PM. Mine is a government job. My wife used to work in a nearby school, just for her dignity. Her timings were 9 AM to 5 PM, so she used to come early.

One day, I was causally riding my bike at 5 PM, passing from my home on some work. Suddenly, I saw on the opposite route that my wife was sitting back side of the bike. The Maths sir (age 45 years) was riding the bike.

I only knew that she used to commute through the school bus. I didn’t know this thing, and she never informed me. However, this somewhat made me warm instead of angry.

When I came home that night, she told me by herself that the school bus tyre was punctured. So her colleague, the Maths sir, was kind enough to drop her home. Then, I realised that I had unnecessarily thought badly about them. That night, we had a wild session.

The next day, as usual, I went, and to confirm, I again went to the same road. I saw she got off the school bus near our house. So, my doubt was confirmed that nothing was there between them. However, I was disappointed for no reason.

After some days, I connected her WhatsApp with my mobile through WhatsApp web just out of excitement. Usually, she used to get messages from her colleagues with a little bit of flirting, which was acceptable. I used to enjoy reading them.

Messages were like, ” Your saree is beautiful. ” She mostly replied with blushing emojis. But one day, she received a message from Maths sir. He asked her to wear a pink saree as the next day was his birthday and it was his wish. She just replied with a smiley emoji.

She replied that she didn’t have a pink one and apologized. He replied with a sad emoji. I felt bad for not buying a pink saree for my wife before. But to my surprise, after a few minutes, I received a message from my wife asking me to take her shopping. I accepted and went home early.

We went shopping, and as I expected, she bought a pink saree. I purposely said it was not that good-looking looking. But she insisted that she liked it. She wanted a pink saree only as she does not have any pink ones. Then I agreed, and she felt happy. I, too, felt happy since I knew why she insisted.

The next day, she was draped in the same pink saree as I expected. She had draped it below her navel, that too, a few inches below her regular style. She also sprayed nice perfume, which was kept for parties and did some makeup. I asked her what was so special today.

She replied that there was nothing special. But just because of the new saree, she is trying to look good. I went near her and kept one hand on her bare hip and massaged until she got aroused. Meanwhile, I moved her pallu somewhat aside so that a little breeze of air could give a clear glimpse of her navel.

Then I left for the office, and she went to her school. Then I opened WhatsApp web to see her messages. She received a message after 2 hours from Maths sir, thanking her for wearing the pink saree. It made his day. She was thankful and said she already had one, so it was not a trouble to wear.

He was praising anything from her eyes to her lips to her way of draping her saree. He was going on and on. He said he wanted to meet her at her class as he had a free period, and she said yes. Now, as they met, I didn’t see any messages. So, all I can do is imagine what happened.

He might have gone to her and called her outside. He first had a full glimpse of her voluptuous body, mainly the navel. It was often teasing him and her lips, which always were inviting. Occasional touching would have been a common thing.

Then, after 2 hours, she again received a message from him thanking her for spending time with him. She replied that it was her pleasure to have a good time on his birthday. He then again praised that her saree was making him crazy. She was all blushing. He also thanked her for accepting the flowers from him.

Then he asked her if he could drop her home today on a bike. It is his birthday wish, but she said No, saying it is not appropriate. But he insisted and sent many sad emojis. Finally, she accepted his request, and his face went on to light like a bulb.

Now I went to their school to see what actually happened. But I hid behind a tea stall and saw them going on the bike. My wife was maintaining some distance while sitting on the bike, which was kind of respect for me. I followed them from a distance.

I saw him applying brake occasionally to make her fall on him, and he was successful. She slowly moved close to him. I could see her navel easily being flaunted due to the wind. They reached home, and I was expecting him to go from there. But he asked for a coffee, and she invited him home.

I followed them once they went into my home. I knew another route from the terrace to enter my house. I did without them noticing me, so I now had a clear view from the top. He sat, and she went inside to bring water. Meanwhile, he was praising her like anything.

She then went inside to prepare coffee, and he slowly followed her. I could see his gesture of trying to hold her bare hip from behind from a distance. It showed how eager he was to hold her hip. Luckily, I also had the view of my kitchen from there, so I saw him helping her out in making coffee.

Intentionally, the sugar box fell from his hands. Then he said sorry, and my wife said it was okay. She sat and started collecting the sugar, and he had a good view of her cleavage from that angle. Then he came out, and my wife brought the coffee and gave him.

She also sipped her coffee. They were discussing me and his wife and about school. My wife told him that her husband would be coming in 2 hours. It made him somewhat disappointed. However, he said, “Good, then I will meet him today.” It gave a hint that he didn’t want to go till that time.

Then she went inside to bring some biscuits. In the kitchen, she moved her pallu further so that her navel was flaunted without any disturbance. She then came out with biscuits. I could see the brightness in his face levelling up. He asked to show the house.

She took him around the house and showed him the guest bedroom. Then they came to the first floor of our duplex. Immediately, I hid behind the door, and she took him to the balcony. She showed the bedroom, which was always arranged well for arousal.

He praised her for keeping the bedroom so beautiful, and it suited her well. Then he sat on the bed and felt the bounciness. They both had a small smile on their face. Then they came out and went to the balcony again. Due to the wind, her saree was uncontrollable.

He had a good view of her navel cleavage bare hip, but she just ignored it. She then told him that she would change into a nighty and come. He felt sad and asked her to wear a saree until he was there as it was his birthday wish. She accepted.

Now, one hour was gone in this, and only one hour was left. He realized, and he said that he was feeling hungry. He would like to have anything prepared from her hands. Then they went to the kitchen, and he accidentally touched her bare hip. He said sorry, for which she said it was fine.

He then started narrating how my wife was so beautiful. Compared to his wife, she was like a mountain compared to a small stone in beauty. My wife was blushing. She was preparing pakoda for him. I could see whenever she turned back, he would make gestures to hold her hip.

Then he started keeping his hand on her hip accidentally but didn’t remove it. She also didn’t say anything, and this gave him confidence. He then directly praised that her navel is the best part visible in this saree. Then, there was a sudden silence. She moved away from him and covered her navel with pallu.

He felt very bad for saying that and didn’t know how to manage things now. My wife moved somewhat back. He just fell on his knees and said sorry 100 times. He said he never saw them with the wrong intention. But he couldn’t stop from praising her because of her beauty.

He literally cried, saying, “I am sorry. For the first time, I saw such a beautiful navel.” He couldn’t control his words, as his wife was not that good-looking. She then said it was okay and told him never to repeat it. He felt happy and stood up. He then said many sorrys and said he would go now.

My wife stopped and said that she forgave him, as it was his birthday. She said to be normal and started preparing the pakoda again. He was again watching her from behind with a lustful but also a guilty face. My wife then slowly moved her pallu sideways, now revealing the whole navel easily.

She inserted the pallu inside the petticoat, and he could see all this from behind. Her hip folds aroused him like a madman. But he was confused about making a move as he was scared. Suddenly, a rat went by the kitchen. It was enough to trigger my wife. She screamed out of fear, rushed towards him, and hugged him.

Now, he had my wife hug him. His bare hands were openly invited to hold her hip. With no delay, he held her hip tightly. This hug went on for 10 minutes, and then both released. But the spark had already begun. Then they came to the hall with pakoda.

He purposely threw one pakoda down the table. Suddenly, a rat came for that food. Seeing that, my wife again jumped into him. Now, he was holding her on hips on the sofa. Again, it went on for 10 minutes. Then my wife covered her navel and told him that my husband would be coming in 10 minutes.

He felt sad that he could not do anything else. Also, my wife was in a sad tone. To cheer things up, I messaged her that I was having extra work and would be coming 2 hours late. Her face shone, and seeing that, he asked what had happened. She replied that her hubby was coming 2 hours late.

But to my surprise, he said, “Then I will miss him meeting him today. Maybe we will meet some other day.” My wife was also shocked as she thought he would feel happy with that news. He then told her that he would leave now as I was not coming home.

My wife reacted with a sad face and asked him to wait for a few minutes. She had ordered a cake for him and wanted to surprise him. But he insisted on going. To stop him, she said if the rat came, she might get scared, so she asked him to wait for a few minutes.

He agreed on the condition that she should tie the pallu as she did before. If the rat came, it would be comfortable to hold her, or else she may fall. She agreed, and in front of him, she moved the saree to the total side where her navel was fully visible. She tied the pallu and inserted it inside the petticoat.

The Happy Birthday cake came, and he was surprised. She kept the cake on the table and played a song. She asked him to cut the cake. He felt very happy and cut the cake. He took the cream and spread it on her face. She also took the cream and spread it on his face. He again took the cream.

Meanwhile my wife started running away. He followed her, and she came up to the bedroom and closed the door from inside. From outside, he was banging on the door and said he was leaving and became silent. I could see him hide beside the door. My wife, thinking he was really leaving, opened the bedroom door.

He pushed her inside and spread the cream all over her waist. She did not object. He was now simply holding her hip and rubbing the wait and playing with her navel. She also enjoyed it. Then he pushed her on the bed and removed her sari. Now, she was in her blouse and petticoat in front of him.

Now, he went near her and kissed her passionately like a wolf. She responded well with her lips. He removed her blouse and was mesmerized by my wife’s round and bouncy boobs. He played with them and kissed and licked them very harshly, which she liked.

Then he undressed himself. My wife immediately grabbed his dick and gave him a blowjob, and he was in heaven. He then pulled my wife’s dress and kissed her pussy. He inserted the tongue, for which my wife shouted. He inserted his dick into her pussy and banged her like a bitch.

This continued for the next two hours. He fucked her 20 times in this gap. Both were exhausted by that. Then, I slowly jumped down from the terrace and knocked on the door. I waited for 10 minutes for the door to open. I could see the tiredness in both their faces.

She introduced him, and he said he was happy to meet me. I invited him to come regularly without any hesitation. He blinked at my wife and went away. That night, I banged my wife like a street dog.

Namaskaar doston, aaj main aapke liye Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah ke characters par based ek aur sex story leke aaya hu. Umeed hai aapko story pasand aayegi.

Tapu aur Sonu ka lafda college time se chal raha tha. In dono ke parivaron aur poore Gokuldham ko pata tha ki Tapu aur Sonu dost se kahin zyada the aur inme pyar tha. Sab ko pata tha ki in dono ki shadi hone wali thi.

College khatam hone ke baad Tapu ko job mil chuki thi, aur wo ek saal mein settle ho gaya tha. Udhar Sonu ka shareer bhi ache se bhar gaya tha, aur uska figure aur bhi sexy ho gaya tha.

Isme Tapu ka bhi hath tha, kyunki usne Sonu ko bahut choosa tha, aur chod bhi chuka tha.

Fir ek din Tapu apne baap Jethalal ke paas gaya aur bola: Papa, ek baat karni hai aap se.

Jethalal: Haa bol mere laal. Kya baat karni hai apne baap se?

Tapu: Papa main Sonu ko pasand karta hu.

Jethalal: Arre koi nayi baat bol. Ye to poore Gokuldham ko pata hai.

Tapu: Papa hum shaadi karna chaahte hai.

Jethalal ko hamesha se pata tha ki kabhi na kabhi Tapu aake ye bolega. Lekin usko is cheez ki khushi nahi thi. Kyunki Sonu jab se jawan hui thi, Jethalal ki bhi us par nazar thi. Aur agar Tapu aur Sonu ki shadi ho jati, to Jethalal ke paas Sonu ke sath kuch hone ki koi umeed nahi rehti.

Abhi Jethalal kuch bola bhi nahi tha, ki peeche se Daya bol padi: Hey maa mata ji, kab se intezaar kar rahi thi is din ka. Jab tu khud aake hamse kahega ki meri shadi karwa do. Sonu ko to main kab se apni bahu maan chuki hu. Shadi to bas ek formality hai. Aaj hi main Bhide family se baat karti hu.

Fir shaam ko Daya aur Jethalal dono Bhide family ke ghar jaake rishta pakka kar aate hai. Shadi ek maheene baad hone wali thi.

Aise hi ek maheena beet gaya shadi ki taiyaariyon mein, aur fir Tapu aur Sonu ki shadi ho gayi. Saari rasmein poori karne ke baad dono dulha-dulhan ab kamre mein aa chuke the.

Laal rang ke lehange mein Sonu roop ki rani lag rahi thi. Creme colour ki shervani mein Tapu Rajkumar lag raha tha. Dono aamne-saamne baithe the. Aaj aisa kuch nahi hone wala tha dono ke beech, jo pehle na hua ho. Lekin suhagraat ki feeling alag hoti hai.

Fir Tapu ne Sonu ka ghoonghat uthaya. Sonu muskura kar uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Fir Sonu ne side table par pada doodh ka glass uthaya, aur Tapu ko diya. Tapu ne glass hath mein leke ek ghoont piya, aur fir Sonu ke muh par laga diya.

Sonu ne bhi ek ghoont piya. Fir dobara Tapu ne piya. Aise karte hue dono ek-ek ghoont doodh peene lage. Jab glass khatam ho gaya, to Tapu ne glass zameen par fenk diya, aur apne honth Sonu ke hontho par laga diye.

Ab dono madhoshi aur hawas bhari kiss karne lage. Kuch hi palon mein unki wild kiss ke chalte unki saansein full speed mein chalne lagi. Dono ek-doosre ke muh mein se jeebh kheench-kheench kar choos rahe the.

Kiss karte hue Tapu ne peeche se Sonu ki choli ki dori kheench di. Isse choli dheeli ho gayi. Fir wo uski gardan par kiss karne laga, aur choli ko kheenchne laga. Peeche se choli ki dori khul gayi, aur Tapu ne Sonu ki choli utaar di.

Neeche Sonu ne laal rang ki bra pehan rakhi thi. Gore rang ke chuche laal rang ki bra mein choose jaane ke liye tadap rahe the. Tapu Sonu ki cleavage par kiss karne laga, aur bra ke upar se uske chuche dabane laga.

Fir usne peeche hath daal ke bra khol di, aur Sonu ke boobs ko azaad kar diya. Ligh brown nipples waale Sonu ke boobs vasna ki aag se poori tarah se kass chuke the. Tapu uske ek boob ko dabate hue doosre ko choosne laga.

Mast aahen bharte hue Sonu Tapu ke muh ko apne boobs mein daba rahi thi. Kuch der boobs choosne ke baad Tapu ne Sonu ko litaya, aur uske ghagre se usko azaad kar diya. Ab Sonu bistar par sirf red panty mein padi thi, aur bahut sexy lag rahi thi.

Tapu ne apne bhi kapde utaar diye. Ab uska 6 inch lamba lund Sonu ki aankhon ke saamne tha. Fir Tapu ne Sonu ki panty utaar di, aur dono lipat kar kissing karne lage. Naye-naye miya-biwi nange hoke bistar par cuddling kar rahe the.

Fir Tapu Sonu ki taangon ke beech apna muh leke aaya, aur uski chut par apna muh laga diya. Uska muh lagte hi Sonu ke jism mein current daud gaya. Woh uske muh ko apni chut par dabane lagi, aur Tapu apni nayi dulhan ki chut ka rass peene laga.

Woh hath se chut ko khol kar jeebh jitni andar ho sake daal raha tha. Fir usne chut ke daane ko 2 ungliyon se pakda aur masalne laga. Isse Sonu pagal hone lagi. Woh chudai ke liye tadapne lagi, aur masti bhari aahen bharne lagi.

Sonu bardasht nahi kar payi, aur usne Tapu ko dhakka deke side mein lita diya. Fir wo uske upar aayi, aur uske lund par vasna bhi kisses karne lagi. Sonu ne Tapu ke lund ko muh mein liya, aur usko paaglon ki tarah choosne lagi.

Ab Tapu ka lund aur Sonu ki chut dono chudai ke liye dehak rahe the. Fir Sonu Tapu ke lund par baithi, apni chut ke dwaar ko apne hath se khola, aur usko chut ke muh par laga kar us par dheere-dheere baithne lagi.

Lund chut ke andar jaane laga, aur dono jawano ke muh se ahh ahh ki awaaze aane lagi. Kuch hi seconds mein Tapu ka sher Sonu ki gufa ke andar tha. Fir Sonu dheere-dheere aage-peeche hone lagi aur chudai shuru ho gayi.

Tapu ne Sonu ki gaand par hath rakh diye, aur usko aage-peeche hone mein support karne laga. Ab lund chut mein andar-baahar ho raha tha, aur dono jismon ko charamsukh mil raha tha.

Kuch der mein Sonu ne Tapu ki chest par apne hath rakhe, aur lund par upar-neeche hone lagi. Jab Sonu ke chootad Tapu ki jaanghon se takraate to thap-thap ki awaaz aati. Dono ko bahut maza aa raha tha.

Aise hi karte-karte dono ki speed kaati tez ho gayi. Kuch der isi position mein chudai ke baad Tapu ne jaldi se Sonu ko neeche litaya. Woh khud uske upar aake missionary position mein chodne laga.

Ab Tapu zor-zor se uski chut mein dhakke maarne laga. Sonu ne apni taangein Tapu ki kamar par lapet li, aur maze lete hue jhadne lagi. Sonu ka maal mehsoos hote hi Tapu ne speed aur badha di, aur wo bhi jhad gaya.

Ab dono shant hoke let gaye, aur ek-doosre se lipat kar so gaye. Iske aage kya hua, wo aapko agle part mein pata chalega.

Hello guys, my name is Rayaan, and I am back with a real-life incident that happened to me.

Thank you for all the support you have shown me in my previous three-part story, titled “Sex with my Tamil maid Jaya.”

Let’s get started.

I am Rayaan, a 23-year-old guy who works as a business development associate at a company in Chennai.

It was during one weekend on a Saturday afternoon. I was watching cricket on TV when my house doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a lady-beggar asking for money. I said ‘no’ and quickly closed the door.

I continued watching cricket, and again after five minutes, the bell rang. When I opened it, it was her again. I said, “I told you, I don’t have any change to give you. Why are you troubling me?”

She replied, “Do you have anything to eat? I am hungry.”

I froze for a second and remembered that I had last night’s chapati and gravy, which I had kept for breakfast. But since it was the weekend, I woke up in the mid-afternoon. So I said, “Yes, I have some food. Wait here, I will heat it and bring it for you.”

I came back and gave her the food. She sat down to eat outside the door, but I couldn’t see her, so I said, “Come and sit in the hall and eat it.”

She first hesitated but agreed, as it was very humid outside in Chennai. I gave her a glass of water and sat down to watch cricket.

She was sitting down in front of me, having the food. I couldn’t help but notice her wet green blouse, especially in her armpits, and her dirty yellow thaali (Mangal Sutra).

Talking about her, she is 45, dark, and dusky — a typical nattukottai (village type) from Tamil Nadu. She was thick and chubby, wearing a light green saree with a dark green blouse.

The moment I saw her sweat dripping from her face through her dark, sweaty neck, I could feel my dick getting erect. I quickly decided that I wanted to fuck this beggar aunty somehow today.

So, while she was eating, I took out my phone and ordered a pack of Durex condoms, a vanilla ice cream family pack, and, of course, my favorite, a bottle of Nutella, on Zepto.

Exactly eight minutes later, it was delivered. By that time, she was done eating and was about to leave. I said, “Wait,” and handed her a bowl of ice cream.

She replied, “No sir… it’s okay… thank you.”

I said, “It’s very humid today in Chennai, and I have already put out two bowls — one for you and one for me. If you don’t eat it, it will go to waste.”

She said, “Okay,” and started to eat.

I asked about her family and her name. She said that her name is Chithra, she is 45, and her husband has been jobless since COVID. She has two children aged 8 and 10 and runs the family on the money she collects from begging.

I asked her how much she makes in a month begging. She replied, “₹5,000 to ₹7,000 rupees, sir.”

I realized that she was vulnerable and that I had a great opportunity to fuck her for some money.

I nodded, and she stood up and said, “Sir, I will wash this bowl and the plate too.”

I said, “Okay,” and showed her the way to the kitchen.

She came out of the kitchen after a few minutes and said, “Thank you for the food, sir.”

I said, “Here you go… have this ₹10.”

I gave it to her and she said, “Thank you, sir.”

She was about to leave, and then I forwarded her ₹500 and also ₹1000. Her eyes lit up, and she moved her hand forward to grab it, but I pulled it back. She looked at me.

I said, “Chithra, sit down.” She nodded and sat down.

I said, “Look, Chithra… the moment you came in, I was looking at you for the last 30 minutes… and I have to say… you have so much strength and determination to run your family. You are working so hard, even in this humid weather. And I also have to say, you look so beautiful in this saree.”

She blushed and said, “Thank you, sir. No one has told me that before… not even my husband.”

I said, “See, Chithra… I will be honest and straight with you. From the moment I saw you eating here, my dick has been erect, and I want to sleep with you.”

Her facial expression changed. She immediately stood up and walked towards the door in a rush, looking tense.

I called out to her, and she turned back. I kept both the ₹500 and ₹1000 on the table in front of me and said, “En poola umbi vidu (give me a blowjob) and take this ₹500. But if you want ₹1000, then enn kuda ullasama iru (have sex with me). This could be yours, Chithra… and I promise whatever happens here will stay between us only.”

She said, “Sir, this is wrong. I am married, and this is wrong.”

I said, “What is wrong, Chithra? I am helping you make ₹1000, which is five days of your begging amount in just a short time.”

She started to go into deep thought. I said, “See, I even have a condom. You don’t have to worry about safety either. Tell me if you are interested. If not, you can go and never ever come back here to beg.”

I kept the money on the table and said, “I am going to the kitchen now to get some water. When I come back in two minutes, if I see you still here, I will consider that you want to have sex with me. If you are not here, then I will understand that you are not interested in making quick money. The choice is yours, Chithra.”

I grabbed the money from the table and left for the kitchen.

When I came out of the kitchen after a few minutes, I saw her still standing there. So I understood that she had accepted my offer. I went near her, and she gazed down at the floor. I went closer, put my right hand behind her back on her exposed waist through her saree, and pulled her closer.

I kissed her on the lips. She did not respond properly and tried to avoid it, still hesitant. So I stepped back and said, “See, Chithra, I want to have sex with you, and we both should enjoy it. If you are not interested, you can leave.”

The moment I turned back, she held my hand. When I turned to see her, she started to remove the pin from her saree’s blouse that was attached to her shoulder. I waited for her to remove the safety pin and pin it back on her thaali (Mangal Sutra).

Once her pallu fell down, I went forward, grabbed her, and pushed her towards the wall. I started to kiss her passionately. And since she had just had ice cream, her lips were wet and sweet. I was surprised to see that even Chithra started to enjoy it and kiss me back. I escalated and continued to kiss her passionately.

I then started to kiss and lick her dark, sweaty neck. She started to exhale and whispered, “What if someone sees us?”

I said, “There is no one here, Chithra.”

I carried her in my arms to the bedroom and put her on the bed. I started to undo my shirt buttons while she was lying down on the bed, staring at me in her blouse and petticoat.

I asked, “Enna di paakure? (What are you looking at?)”

She shook her head and said, “Nothing.”

I went on top of her and started to kiss and smooch her. Now, with both my hands holding hers, finger to finger, I went all in and started to lick her sweaty neck again. I could hear her moan, “Isshhh… ssshhhh.”

I quickly tried to open the hook of her dirty green blouse but couldn’t. So I asked her to unhook her blouse, verbally abusing her: “Eh, kaltri naaya, un blouse ah kalatti vidu (Remove your blouse, you bitch).”

She said, “Why are you abusing me?”

I replied, “Nanu apdi dhaan solluven, di. Pidikila na ezhundhu po, naaya (I will talk like that only, I don’t give a damn. If you don’t like it, then get up and get lost from here, bitch).”

She said nothing and opened her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The moment I saw those sweaty, dark, 36-sized boobs and nipples, I put my mouth on her right nipple and bit her. She screamed, “Aaahhhh! Isssh!” and held my face with her hand, saying, “Kadikathe (Don’t bite)!”

I started to squeeze her boobs with both my hands, and I could hear her moan as she lifted her eyes to look at the ceiling. After a few minutes, I quickly lay down next to her and asked her to remove my pants.

She obeyed and sat on the bed with her open blouse, her dark, sweaty, and stinky boobs hanging out. The moment she removed my pants and underwear, my penis popped out, erect.

For a moment, she just looked at it. I told her, “I know my penis size is small, but it’s powerful, so stop staring at it and suck it.”

She hesitated, and I again reminded her, “See, if you are not interested, you can walk out of here, Chithra.” The moment I said that, she quickly held my penis and started to first kiss the head, then slowly lick it.

After a few minutes, I said, “Put it completely into your mouth now.” She did exactly what I asked for.

After a few more minutes, I asked her to stand up and remove her whole saree — her blouse, saree, and petticoat. She did exactly what I asked. As she was about to lie down, I asked her to switch off the fan and AC.

She asked, “Why?”

I said, “I want us to sweat, so that I can lick your dirty, sweaty armpits and your whole body with my tongue.” She looked confused but obeyed.

The moment she lay down, I went out and brought my Nutella bottle. She asked, “What is this for?”

I said, “You will come to know now.” I took a scoop of Nutella and applied it on my penis. I asked her if she likes chocolate.

She said no.

I said, “Then you should definitely try this.” I asked her to suck my penis again, and she did it.

By the time she licked the penis filled with Nutella, she started to like it and herself asked me to apply one more layer. By the time she was done licking my penis, we both were drenched in our sweat.

She said, “Waykudhu (It’s sweating).”

I said, “I can see that, chello (baby). Don’t worry, I will lick all your sweat now.”

I made her lie down on the bed and went on top of her. I opened the bottle of Nutella, took a scoop, and first applied it on her belly button and navel. The moment I put my tongue on it, she literally moaned and started to shiver.

I used my left hand, took her right hand, and kept it over my head on my hair while I was putting my tongue into her belly button. Honestly, it stank a lot, but it made me more horny.

Once I was done licking the Nutella from her belly button, I kept putting my tongue into her belly button, and it was stinking like crazy.

Then I moved up, first bit her nipples, and then took another scoop of Nutella and applied it all over the dark portion of her nipples.

I started to suck them, and she was like, “Isshhh… aaahhhh,” while holding my face with both her hands.

Then, when I finally decided it was time for me to fuck her, I asked her to put the condom on my dick. She opened the condom pack, took one condom, and put it on my dick. Once she did it, I made her lie down and went on top of her.

I put my dick into her pussy slowly. She was moaning with her eyes closed, holding both my arms. I slowly pounded in and out, and she was moaning in pain. After a few minutes, I lay down and made her sit on top of me.

She first said no, but then I kissed her and convinced her. She said okay and sat on my dick, riding it slowly. She loved it and enjoyed riding my dick with pleasure, moaning, “Ahhh… isssshhhh.”

Then I was about to cum, so I made her lie down again and went on top of her. I fucked her in the missionary position, and in a few minutes, I came. I could see her enjoying the hot sperm releasing from my dick into the condom inside her vagina.

After I came, I fell on top of her for a while, then moved next to her. She stood up, took her blouse, and started to wear it while staring at me.

I asked her to come to me. She said, “No, it’s getting late. I have to leave. If I miss the next bus, I will get home late, and my husband will get angry.”

I asked her, “Did you enjoy it?”

She blushed and said, “Yes, I did. After a long time, I felt good while riding,” and she smiled.

I asked her to take my pants from the floor. She took them and gave them to me. I handed over ₹1500 to her. She was surprised and asked, “But you said only ₹1000.”

I said, “Keep it.”

She smiled and kept the money inside her blouse and started to drape her saree in front of my room’s mirror. I went behind her and hugged her from behind.

She blushed and smiled and said, “Enna? (What?)”

I said, “Nothing. You genuinely look beautiful and hot, Chithra.”

I gave her my number and asked her to call me when her husband is not home. She said okay, and we both exchanged our phone numbers.

Since then, at least once a week, we have sex at my place. She would not accept any sort of money from me and would say that she loves sleeping with me and the pampering I do.

For privacy reasons, I have changed her name to Chithra; her real name is not Chithra.

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Aapne bete ki baat sunke main usse nazre churane lagi. Mera beta bade pyaar se mere khande sehla raha tha. Aur mere khande sehlate hue woh bola.

Mera beta – Batao naa mummy aapne mujhe kyu nahi roka? Agar aap jaag rahi thi. To aapne mujhe woh sab kyu karne diya? Batao na mummy, bolo naa.

Main (chilate hue) – Main nahi janti, nahi janti. Pata nahi maine tujhe kyu nahi roka. Magar ye sab sahi nahi hai beta.

Mera beta – Ye galat bhi to nahi hai mummy. Kyuki agar ye galat hota. To aap mujhe bahut pehle hi rok chuke hote.

Main – Tu kehna kya chahta hai?

Mera beta – Hamare beech ye sab abhi nahi, balki kai dino se chal raha hai mummy. Harr roj main aapko peeche se pakadta hu. Aapki kamar ko sehlata hu. Mera lund aapki gaand par ragadta rehta hai. Aur main janta hu. Aap bhi ye baat aache se jante ho. Magar fir bhi aapne mujhe aaj tak nahi roka

Mera beta bilkul besharam hoke. Mere samne gaand lund aur chut ki baate kar raha tha. Aur main use aankhe badi karke dekhe ja rahi thi. Kyuki ab woh khul ke sab kuch bol raha tha. Mere bete ki aankho mein ab bilkul bhi darr nahi tha.

Mera beta – Mummy main janta hu aap papa se khus nahi ho. Papa aapko woh sukh nahi de pate. Jo ek aurat aapne pati se chahti hai. Isiliye harr raat aap us nakli lund ka shara leti ho.

Jaise hi mere bete ne ye baat kahi. To main ghur ke use dekhne lagi. Fir main boli.

Main – Ye tu kya bakwaas kar raha hai? Kya tu mere kamre mein…..

Mera beta – Ha mummy aap bilkul sahi soch rahe ho. Main harr raat aapko aapke kamre mein dekhta hu. Isiliye main janta hu. Aap harr raat us nakli lund se khud ko shaant karti ho. Jise aapne almari mein rakha hai.

Aapke kamre se aati, aapki kamuk sisakiyon ko sunne ke baad main khud ko rok nahi paya. Aur jab maine aapke kamre ke ander dekha. To aap us nakli lund ko aapni chut mein daal ke khud ki garmi ko shaant kar rahi thi.

Aapne bete ki baat sunne ke baad maine aapne dono hath aapne chere par rakh liye. Main aapne bete ko dikha rahi thi. Jaise ki main sharminda ho rahi hu. Magar sach to ye tha ki main mann hi mann khus ho rahi thi.

Fir mere bete ne mere hath mere chere se hata diya. Aur mujhe dekhte hue bola.

Mera beta – Mummy aapko bilkul sharminda hone ki jarurat nahi hai. Aapne kuch bhi galat nahi kiya. Harr aurat aapne pati se jismani sukh chahti hai. Aur agar use ye sukh aapne pati se nahi milta hai. To uska aisa karna lazmi hai.

Aur aapne bhi bas khud ki khushi ke liye us nakli lund ka sahara liya hai. Jismein kuch bhi galat nahi hai. Aur Isiliye aapne bhi mujhe kabhi khud ko chune se nahi roka. Kyuki aap bhi is jismani sukh ko bhogna chahti thi. Jo papa aapko nahi de pate hai.

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main neeche dekhne lagi. Tabhi mere bete ne aapne dono hatho se mera chera pakad ke upar kiya. Fir woh meri aankho mein dekhne laga. Aur mujhe dekhte hue usne aapne hont mere honton main laga diya.

Fir woh mere honton ko chusne laga. Jab mera beta mere hont chus raha tha. To mera mann kar raha tha ki main bhi uske honton ko aapne muh mein bhar lu. Magar maine use turant hata diya. Fir main boli.

Main – Ye kya kar raha hai tu? Pagal ho kya? Ye sab theek nahi hai.

Aapni baat bolte hi main palat ke khadi ho gayi. Aur tabhi mera beta mujhse chipak gaya. Uska khada lund meri gaand mein ghusa ja raha tha. Aur uska hath meri kamar ko sehla raha tha. Tabhi woh bola.

Mera beta – Kyu mummy, kya aapka mann ye sab karne ka nahi karta?

Maine aapni bete ki baat ka koi jawab nahi diya. Aur tabhi mere bete ne aapne dono hath mere dudh par rakh diye. Fir woh mere dudh dabane laga. Aapne bete ke dudh dabane se main puri tarah garam ho gayi thi.

Meri saanse tej tej chalne lagi thi. Aur ye cheej mera beta bhi dekh raha tha. Tabhi woh bola.

Mera beta – Batao naa mummy, kya aapka mann karta? Ki koi aapko aise pyaar kare.

Main – Karta hai beta. Magar hamare beech ye sab sahi nahi hai. Maa bete ke rishte mein ye sab galat hai.

Mera beta – Agar ye sab galat hai mummy. To kyu aapne mujhe aapni chut ko sehlane se nahi roka? Kyu harr roj subha aap mere lund ko dekhte ho?

Jaise hi mere bete ne ye baat kahi. To main turant palat ke khadi ho gayi. Aur aapne bete ko dekhte boli.

Main – Ye tujhe kaise pata. Kya tu…?

Mera beta – Ha mummy itne dino se jab bhi aap mere lund ko dekhte the. Tab main jaag raha hota tha. Aur aapko aapne lund ko ghurte hue dekh raha hota tha. Aur jis tarah aap mere lund ko dekhte ho. Usse saaf saaf pata chalta hai.

Ki aap mere lund ko chuna chahte the. Aur aaj subha bhi aap bar bar aapna hath aage bada ke mera lund pakadna chahte the. Magar aap bar bar khud ko rok leti thi. Mummy aapko meri kasam sach sach batana. Aap mere lund ko chuna chahte the naa.

Aapne bete ki kasam wali baat sunke main turant bol padi.

Main – Ha chahti thi. Magar mere ander ki maa ne mujhe aisa nahi karne diya. Aur ye sahi bhi nahi hai.

Mera beta – Sahi to woh bhi nahi mummy. Jo aap aapne sath kar rahe ho. Maa hone ke sath sath aap ek aurat bhi ho. Aur aapke ander ki aurat harr us sukh ka maza lena chahti hai. Jo harr aam aurat ki jarurat hai. Isiliye aaj mere chune bhar se aapki chut pani pani ho gayi thi.

Aur jab main aapki chut ko sehla ke aapko woh maza de raha tha. Tab aap bhi khud ko rok nahi payi thi. Kyuki aapke ander ki aurat bhi us charamsukh ko bhogna chahti hai. Aur abhi bhi aap us sukh ko mehsus karna chahte ho. chahte ho naa mummy.

Main – Ha chahti hu beta. Magar hamara ye maa bete ka rishta hame is baat ki ijajat nahi deta hai.

Mera beta – Mummy maa beta ke rishta hote hue bhi hum dono itna aage badh chuke hai. Aur ye kaha likha hai ki ek beta aapni maa ko jismani sukh nahi de sakta hai. Waise bhi mummy papa to aapko ye jismani sukh bhi nahi de paate hai.

Is Saturday ko maine dekha tha ki kaise Papa aapna kaam nikal ke so gaye the. Aur aapko unhone aise hi adhura chhod diya hai. Aur unhe is baat se koi farak bhi nahi pad raha tha. Magar tab maine aapke chehre par ek udasi dekhi thi.

Jo ye saaf saaf bata rahi thi ki papa aapko satisfied nahi kar paye hai. Aur us din mujhe samajh aaya ki aap us nakli lund ka sahara kyu lete ho. Kyuki papa hamesha aapko aise hi adhura chhoda dete hai.

Isiliye us din bhi aapne bathroom mein aapni chut mein ungli karke khud ko shaant kiya tha. Aur agle din papa ke hote hue bhi aap mere kamre mein mere lund ko dekhe ja rahi thi. Aur jis tarah aap mere lund ko dekh rahi thi.

Use dekhkar saaf saaf pata chal raha tha ki aap mere lund ko chuna chahti hai. Aur aapko aapne lund ko ghurte dekhkar. Maine bhi soch liya tha ki ab main aapko woh jismani sukh dunga. Jo papa aapko nahi de pate hai.

Aur us din ke baad se main harr roj aage badh raha tha. Main aur bhi jayada aapna lund aapki gaand par ragad raha tha. Aur aap bhi mujhe nahi rok rahi thi mummy. Kyuki aapko bhi mere lund se maza se aa raha tha.

Aapne bete ki baat sunke main neeche dekhne lagi. Aur mann hi mann khus hone lagi. Kyuki ab kisi bhi waqt mera beta meri chudai karne wala tha. Fir mere bete ne mera chera upar kiya. Aur bola.

Mera beta – Sach sach batao mummy. Kya aaj aapko dopher mein aacha nahi laga? Jab main aapki chut ko sehla raha tha.

Main – Aacha lag raha tha beta. Magar…..

Jaise hi main aage bolne wali thi. Tabhi mere bete ne mere honton par aapni ungli rakh di. Fir woh bola.

Mera beta – Mummy agar aapko mera aapki chut sehlana aacha lag raha tha. To ab aap itna kyu soch rahi ho?

Main – Beta mujhe darr lag raha hai. Kahi ye sab tere papa ko pata chal gaya to, woh to hamari jaan hi le lenge.

Mera beta – Mummy 5 din to papa bahar hi rehte hai. Aur 2 din ghar aake bhi unhe aapki koi chinta nahi rehti thi. To aap unki kyu chinta kar rahe ho? Aap sirf aapni khushi ke bare mein socho. Aur iski shuruwat aap us adhure kaam se karo. Jo aap kab se karne ki soch rahe ho.

Main – Konsa adhura kaam beta.

Meri baat sunte hi mere bete ne aapna kaccha neeche kar diya. Aur kacche ke neeche hote hi mere bete ka mota khule supade wala lund uchal ke bahar aa gaya. Aur main uske lund ko dekhne lagi. Tabhi mera beta bola.

Mera beta – Ye hai woh adhura kaam mummy. Harr roj aap mere lund ko dekhti thi. Ise pakadna chahti thi. Magar aapke ander ki maa aapko rok leti thi. Magar aaj aap sirf aapne ander ki aurat ki baat suniye. Aur woh kariye jo aapka mann kehta hai.

Aapni baat bolte hi mere bete ne mera hath pakad ke aapne lund par rakh diya. Aur maine bhi aapne bete ka lund pakad liya. Aaj pehli bar maine aapne pati ke alawa koi aur lund chua tha. Aapne bete ke lund ko pakad ke pata chal raha tha.

Ki ek jawan lund kaisa hota. Mere bete ka lund pather ki tarah sakhat tha. Aur woh ek dum garam pada hua tha. 1 minute tak to main sirf use pakde rahi. Aur meri nazar aapne bete ke lund se hatt hi nahi rahi thi. Fir main uske lund ko upar neeche karne lagi.

Mera beta mujhe hi dekh raha tha. Aur main uske lund ko upar neeche kiye ja rahi thi. Mere bete ka lund itna tight ho raha tha ki upar neeche karne par bhi uska supada band nahi ho raha tha. Aapne bete ke lund ko dekh dekhkar mere muh mein pani aa raha tha. Tabhi woh bola.

Mera beta – Kaisa laga mummy.

Main – Bahut aacha hai beta.

Mera beta – Pasand aaya aapko.

Main – Bahut beta.

Mera beta – To mummy kya aap ise bhi waise hi pyaar karogi? Jaise aap Saturday ko papa ka lund muh mein leke pyaar kar rahi thi.

Mera beta mujhe aapna lund chusne ke liye keh raha tha. Aur main to khud uska lund muh mein lene ke liye pagal ho rahi thi. Aapne bete ki baat sunte hi main smile karne lagi. Aur tabhi mere bete ne aapne hont mere honton se laga diya.

Fir woh mere honton ko chusne laga. Aur is bar main bhi aapne bete ke honton ko chuste hue uska lund sehlane lagi. Mere honton ko chuste hue mere bete ne meri saree ka pallu hata diya. Fir woh mere dudh blouse ke upar se jor jor se dabane laga.

Main to pehle se hi garam ho rahi thi. Aur ab meri chut bhi geeli hone lagi thi. Kuch der aapne bete ke honton ko chusne ke baad main alag ho gayi. Aur alag hote hi main ghutno ke bal neeche beth gayi.

Aur neeche bethte hi maine aapne bete ka kaccha pakad ke pura nikal diya. Aur kacche ke nikalte hi maine aapne bete ka lund pakad liya. Mere bete ka lund mere muh ke ek dum pass tha. Aur uske supade se aati tej mehak mere ander ki garmi ko aur bada rahi thi.

Fir maine aapne bete ka lund turant muh mein daal liya. Fir main bade pyaar se uska lund chusne lagi. Aaj ek naye ka lund swaad mere muh mein aa raha tha. Aur aapne bete ka lund chusne mein mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha.

Mera beta aaram se khada hua tha. Aur main gapa gap uske lund ko chuse ja rahi thi. Meri jeebh muh ke ander hi mere bete ke supade par ghum rahi thi. Aur mere bete ke lund ka swaad aur uski sakhti meri kaamvasna ko bada rahi thi.

Itna maza mujhe kabhi aapne pati ka lund chusne mein bhi nahi aaya tha. Jitna maza mujhe aapne bete ka chusna mein aa raha tha. Mere pati kuch hi der ke liye aapna lund mere muh mein dete the. Kyuki meri chusai woh jayada bardaasht nahi kar pate the.

Meri chusai se unka pani jaldi hi nikalne lagta tha. Aur yaha mera beta aaram se khada hua tha. Aur main uska lund chuse ja rahi thi. Aapne bete ko dekhkar main itna to samajh gayi thi ki mera beta pehle bhi chudai ka maza le chuka.

Warna pehli bar koi bhi ladka itni nahi tik pata hai. Mere bete ka lund mere thuk se pura geela ho gaya tha. Kuch der lund chusne ke baad jab maine aapne bete ka lund aapne muh se nikala. To meri laar uske lund se neeche girne lagi.

Fir mere bete ne mujhe khada kar diya. Aur woh mujhe dekhne laga. Mere muh ke aas pass thuk hi thuk laga hua tha. Mera beta mujhe hi dekhe ja raha tha. Shayad mera beta meri aankho mein us tadap ko dekh sakta tha. Jo mere pati kabhi nahi dekh paye the.

Fir mujhe dekhte hue mere bete ne aapne hont fir se mere honton mein laga diye. Aur hum dono paglo ki tarah ek dusre ke honton ko chusne lage. Main aapne bete ke honton ko chuste hue uska lund aage peeche karne lagi.

Aur jo laar uske lund se latak rahi thi. Use aapne bete ke lund par malne lagi. Fir kuch der mere honton ko chusne ke baad mere bete ne meri saree pakdi. Aur woh use ghuma ghuma ke nikalne laga.

Aur main bhi aapni saree nikalne mein aapne bete ki madad karne lagi. Aur kuch hi seconds mein meri saree nikal ke mere bete ne use zameen par daal diya. Fir usne mujhe ghuma ke slaap par jhuka diya.

Aur ab mera beta mera paticot upar karne laga. Aur peticot ke upar hote hi meri nangi gaand mere bete ke samne aa gayi. Meri nangi gaand dekhte hi mera beta meri gaand dabane laga. Aur woh bar bar meri gaand ko faila ke dekhne laga.

Aur main samajh gayi ki mera beta kya dekh raha hai. Isiliye maine khud aapni taange chhodi karke aapni gaand faila li. Aur ab mere bete ko meri gaand aur chut dono saaf saaf dikhne lagi. Main aankhe band karke waise hi khadi rahi.

Fir kuch der meri gaand se khelne ke baad mere bete ne aapna muh sidha meri gaand mein laga diya. Aur jaise hi mere bete ki jeebh meri gaand ke ched par lagi. To mere muh se ummmmm ki awaaj nikal gayi. Mera beta bade pyaar se meri gaand ko chaatne laga.

Aaj pehli bar mujhe gaand chatai ka sukh mil raha tha. Mere pati to dhang se meri chut tak nahi chaat te the. Mera beta meri gaand ko paglo ki tarah chaat raha tha. Vikram ne sach kaha tha. Sirf mere haa karne ki der thi. Uske baad mera beta mujhe woh maza dega.

Jo mere pati ne bhi aaj tak nahi diya tha. Mera beta meri gaand ko dabate hue aapni jeebh chalaye ja raha tha. Use dekhkar aisa lag raha tha. Jaise ki woh meri gaand mein ghus jana chahta hai. Mere bete ki gaand chatai se meri chut pani pani ho rahi thi.

Aur ab main bas aapne bete ka garam aur mota lund aapni chut mein lena chahti thi. Meri gaand ko chaat te chaat te mera beta aapni jeebh meri chut par chalane laga. Aur jaise hi mere bete ki jeebh meri chut par lagi. To main moan karne lagi.

Meri kamuk awaajo ko sunke mera beta samajh gaya tha ki mujhe chut chatwane mein maza aa raha hai. Fir woh aur jaldi jaldi meri chut par aapni jeebh chalane laga. Mera beta meri chut se nikal rahe pani ko chaat raha tha.

Aur main halke halke aapne charamsukh ki taraf badh rahi thi. Fir kuch der chut chaatne ke baad mera beta khada ho gaya. Aur uske khade hote hi main bhi ghum ke khadi ho gayi. Mera beta khada hua mujhe hi dekh raha tha.

Aur main aapne bete ke lund ko dekh rahi thi. Jo khada khada jhatke maar raha tha. Hum dono ki garam saanse tej tej chal thi. Aur hum dono ek dusre ko dekhe ja rahe the. Hamare beech ab baat nahi ho rahi thi. Magar hum dono is waqt puri tarah garam ho chuke the.

Fir mere bete ne aapne dono hatho se mera blouse pakad liya. Aur ek jhatke ke sath mera blouse kheech diya. Blouse ke kheecte hi blouse ke sare huk tut gaye. Mera blouse samne se khul gaya.

Blouse ke khulte hi mere bade bade dudh bahar nikal ke latakne lage. Aur main aapne bete ko dekhne lagi. Fir mere bete ne mere dono dudh ko pakad liya. Aur ek dudh ko muh mein leke. Woh dusre dudh ko dabane laga.

Mera beta ek chote bacche ki tarah mera dudh chus raha tha. Bas farak itna sa tha ki aaj uske dudh chusne par meri chut uska lund maang rahi thi. Main aapne bete ke sir ko sehla rahi thi. Mera beta bari bari se mere dono dudh ko chus raha tha.

Kuch der mere dudh chusne ke baad mere bete ne mujhe utha ke slaap par bitha diya. Aur slaap par bithate hi mere bete ne meri dono taange mod ke slaap par rakh di. Fir woh mera peticot upar karne laga. Aur jaise hi mera peticot upar hua.

To meri chut ka khula hua muh mere bete ke samne aa gaya. Aur meri chut dekhte hi mera beta fir se aapna muh meri chut par lagane laga. Aur jaise mere bete ka muh meri chut ke pass aaya. To maine uska sir pakad ke aapni chut par laga diya.

Mera beta fir se meri chut chaatne laga. Aur main uske sir ko aapni chut par dabane lagi. Mere bete ki garam jeebh meri chut ke ander ghum rahi thi. Aur ab mujhse bhi khud ko rok pana muskil ho raha tha. Mere bete ki jeebh ne mujhe pagal kar diya tha.

Mera beta aapni jeebh ko bar bar meri chut mein daal nikal raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha. Mera beta aapni jeebh se meri chudai kar raha tha. Aur mujhe uski jeebh ki chudai bahut aachi lag rahi thi.

Fir kuch der baad main jor se aapne bete ka sir aapni chut par dabane lagi. Aur woh jaldi jaldi aapni jeebh chalane laga. Aur kuch seconds ke baad mera pani nikal gaya. Maine pehle bhi aapna pani kai bar nikala tha.

Magar jis tarah mere bete ne meri chut chaat ke mera pani nikala tha. Aisa sukh mujhe aaj tak nahi mila tha. Mera beta abhi bhi meri chut ko chaat raha tha. Aur main uska sir sehlaye ja rahi thi. Mera beta meri chut ko chaat chaat ke saaf kar raha tha.

Fir meri chut ko saaf karne ke baad mera beta khada ho gaya. Aur woh aapna lund meri chut par lagane laga. Aur chut par lund lagate hue woh mere honton ko chusne laga. Mere bete ka lund meri chut par laga hua tha.

Aur woh halke halke meri chut mein ghus raha tha. Mere honton ko chusne ke baad mera beta alag ho gaya. Aur aapne lund ko pakad ke meri chut par maarne laga. Main dekh rahi thi. Mera beta theek se khada nahi ho pa raha tha. Tabhi main boli.

Main – Beta ander kamre mein chale.

Meri baat sunte hi mere bete ne mujhe aise hi aapni ghod mein utha liya. Fir woh mujhe leke kamre mein aa gaya. Aur kamre mein laate hi usne mujhe bed par lita diya. Bed par let te hi main aapne bete ko dekhte hue aapne peticot ka nada kholne lagi.

Aur peticot ka nada khulte hi mere bete ne mera peticot pakad ke nikal diya. Ab main aur mera beta ek dusre ke samne pure nange ho chuke the. Peticot ke nikalte hi maine aapni taange faila li. Fir mere bete ne meri taang pakad ke mujhe kinare kheech liya.

Mera beta bed ke neeche khada hua tha. Aur uska lund ek saanp ki tarah fan failye khada hua tha. Jo meri chut mein jaane ke liye puri tarah tayar tha. Aur aapne bete se jayada main uska lund lene ki machal rahi thi.

Aapne bete ko dekhte hue maine aapni ek taang uske khande par rakh di. Fir mere bete ne aapna lund meri chut par lagaya. Aur bade aaram aaram se usne aapna pura lund meri chut mein daal diya. Meri chut to pehle se hi pani pani ho rahi thi.

Isiliye bade pyaar se mere bete ka pura lund ander chala gaya. Magar mere bete ka lund kafi mota tha. Aur main aapni chut mein aapne bete ke lund ka ek ek inch mehsus kar rahi thi. Jaise jaise mere bete ka lund meri chut mein ja raha tha.

To mere muh se ummm ummmm ummmm ki awaaj nikal rahi thi. Fir mere bete ne aapne khande par rakhi meri taang ko pakad liya. Fir bade pyaar se woh aapne lund ko ander bahar karne laga. Jaise jaise mere bete ka lund meri chut mein ander bahar ho raha tha.

Waise waise meri chut se chap chap chap ki awaaj nikal rahi rahi thi. 5-6 bar aaram aaram se aapna lund ander bahar karne ke baad mere beta jaldi jaldi dhakke lagane laga. Aur kamre mein thap thap thap thap ki awaaje gunjne lagi.

Aur mere muh se ‘Aah’ ki awaaje nikalne lagi. Main aankhe band kiye aapne bete ke lund ka maza le rahi thi. Uske harr dhakke se mere dudh jor jor se upar neeche ho rahe the. Fir mere bete ne meri taang aapne khande se utar di.

Aur maine aapni dono taange puri fail li. Fir mera beta mere upar jhuk ke jaldi jaldi dhakke lagane laga. Maine aapne bete ko khud se chipak se liya. Aur main neeche se kamar utha utha ke aapne bete ka sath dene lagi.

Hum dono ko chudai mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Mera ruke bina dhakke lagaye ka raha tha. Aur main moan kiye ja rahi thi. Abhi hame chudai karte hue kuch hi der hui thi ki tabhi mera mobile bajne laga.

Hello all, this is a continuation of my previous story. Thanks for taking the time to give me feedback. Unfortunately, I couldn’t continue writing due to personal commitments.

Back to business, after that crazy session at the movie theatre. We left for home. My wife was so horny that day, she was rubbing her hands all over me in the theatre even after I cum. My sister-in-law was giving me death stares. She was getting hot at the same time, biting her lips.

She was staring at me like she was the one who was touching me. I was enjoying the touches and stares. On my return trip home, my wife said she would join me on my bike even though she was wearing a saree.

My sister-in-law, getting jealous, convinced my wife that the route was very bumpy and she should take the car. Finally, my wife agreed and didn’t want to make anyone suspicious. My wife was making striking eye contact with me.

She was behaving extremely slutty with me, touching me unnecessarily, holding my hands in front of everyone. She was feeding me snack bites and touching my skin through my shirt buttons.

My sister-in-law got on the bike with me; this time, she was bolder. She was a completely different person to me. She was sitting very close to me, pressing her boobs against my back. Her one hand was on my thighs, and the other one on my abs.

Whenever I drove into less crowded streets, she would let her hands slip and brush my hard dick. My boner was going crazy through my pants. I was waiting for the moment to get alone with her. While I was on the way, my wife called her sister’s mobile and asked us to buy some stuff at the mall nearby.

My sister-in-law was excited as she was going to spend some time alone with me. She told my wife that traffic was very bad and that we would be late reaching home. My happiness was over the rooftop as well. We went to the mall parking lot. It was extremely dark where I parked my bike.

Sankari: So, what are we going to do?

She stepped down from the bike, came extremely close, right hand holding my hands and fingers, and the left hand holding my elbow.

Me: What do you mean? Let us buy all the stuff and go home soon.

Sankari: What fun would that be?

Me: Okay, what do you have in mind?

Sankari: We will stay here for 2 hours.

Me: And do what?

Sankari: For 2 hours, think that I am your girlfriend.

Me: And do what? (smiling)

Sankari: Anything you want.

She said this and rubbed her finger on my dick using her right hand.

Me: Do you want it?

Sankari: Yes, I want to feel it with my lips.

Me: I can’t wait to feel you over me.

As I entered the mall, I got 2 face masks. We both wore them to avoid getting caught by known faces. We were roaming around like a couple of teens who fell in love. She asked me to hold her hips while walking. She was wearing the same red tops, and her structure was crazy.

All the guys passing by were looking at my hand holding her hip. I could feel everybody was jealous of how I managed such a hottie. I told her the same, and she asked me, “Are you not proud that your girlfriend is pretty and hot?” I said, “I feel possessive that other men are watching her.”

She replied, “They can watch, but I am yours today.” Her words and her eyes were making me crave her body. I took her to a floor where the construction was long overdue. There was a place near the staircase, away from the lifts. We removed our masks, and I hugged her.

I was very nervous, and I started shivering; she was also afraid and shivering. I asked her if she was okay and if she wanted this. She nodded. When I hugged her, my hands were squeezing her hips and ass. So I had a hard-on already. I pushed her against the wall and placed my bulge between her legs.

I lifted her hands above her head using my one hand. My other hand started feeling her skin from her ears, face, lips, neck and breast. I squeezed it and left my finger circling over her nipples above her dress. She turned super horny and was giving slutty expressions.

I slid my face into her neck and started feeling her neck and skin above her breast with my nose. She started moaning and said, “I want to touch you.” I released the hold above her head and guided her hand over my pants. She grabbed my dick a couple of times.

As soon as she thought it was strong, she started kneeling. She unzipped me, loosened my belt and pulled my pants down. I pulled her face over my underwear, and she started using her tongue on my hard-on and thighs. I held her hair and started thrusting.

She used her hands to flip me to the other side, pushed me to the wall, and pulled my underwear off, too. My dick was out in the cold, rock as ever. She started sucking me like fucking slut. She used her tongue to roll over my dick. Her saliva was dripping from her lips onto my entire dick in no time.

She was constantly looking at my eyes and was asking me if I liked it. I said, “Yes, don’t stop till I cum.” She kept at it, and my dick was growing bigger and bigger. She said, “Are you this hard when you fuck my sister, too?” I jokingly said, “I am bigger than this sometimes.”

She got angry and grabbed my ass and took me so deep in her throat. That’s it, I had a full erection. She kept chewing and licking it like chocolate ice cream and a lollipop. My dick occasionally made a dent in her cheeks. It was fucking sexy to watch her big mouth with bright red lipstick wide open.

I couldn’t hold on anymore, and I splashed in her mouth. Trust me, my dick stroked on its own during the ejaculation more than 10 times inside her mouth. She took the entire thing down her throat and stood up. We both looked so tired.

I pulled my pants, and my wife called my sister-in-law over the mobile again. She asked her why it was taking so long. She gave some silly reasons. My wife wanted to talk to me. She kept the phone on speaker and started kissing me on my cheeks and lips playfully.

My wife thought she was only talking to me. She said that she was wearing my favourite black slip inside the nightie. And that she is waiting for me and touching herself. I told her I will come soon.

As soon as I disconnected, my sister-in-law said, “I don’t care how. You will not fuck her tonight. I have a slip too. I will be wearing it and waiting in my room. I am your wife today. Fuck me tonight like I am yours.”

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