Adultery A Cuckold Son's Journey

[scorpia95]

Thanks Kishore! Here's something steamy :p
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What happened … Aditya tried to remember, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, nothing came to him. Some part of him knew that night was instrumental into what was happening right now with him. He had a gut feeling, but didn’t know how to remember more. Frustrated, he slapped his head and got off the toilet that he was sitting on. Looking at himself in the mirror one last time, he went out of the washroom and left his room.

Standing before his parent’s bedroom, he hesitated wondering if he should go in, wondering what he would say if his mother was awake. Taking a deep breath, he pushed aside his worries and opened the door. Despite how hard he gripped the door to open it as slowly as possible, it creaked. Sighing to himself, he peered inside the tiny space the door had opened and squeezed himself into it, not wanting to let the door make anymore noise than it already had.

Moving forwards in agonizingly slow steps, he made his way inside, feeling the wall for the light switch and turning it on. He blinked his eyes as it adjusted to the sudden brightness. Looking towards the sleeping form of his mother, he said out loud “Ma.. Are you awake? Mumma….?”

Walking towards the bed, he raised his right hand and rested it on her shoulder, slowly shaking her. His mother was still, and it seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming of.
 
As he thought of that, his eyes strayed down to her mouth, fixating on her lips. All of a sudden, he felt all his previous misgivings and feelings of disgust slip away as his imagination began working overtime. In his mind, he saw his mother on her tippy toes, her arms wrapped around Chandran’s neck as those lips sucked at his. He felt himself grow and his left hand started rubbing at the erection through his shorts. He imagined her on this bed naked, accepting Chandran’s manhood into her with a squeal of delight.
 
Possessed by his passionate imaginings, he felt the intense need to know what she looked like naked. To know if the reality matched up to his imagination. He just had to know, no matter what. His judgement was clouded by lust and he couldn’t care about the consequences. No... that’s wrong. His mind didn’t even think of the consequences as he walked over to the edge of bed, towards her feet.

Staring at the blanket for a second, he waited a second for some kind of clarity to come over him. To tell him that this was a bad idea. But nothing happened. Swallowing the spit that had built up in his mouth since his entrance into the room, he slowly lifted the blanket, scrunching it all the way up to her waist. 

He stared at the scene before him. His mother lay in her casual home clothes. A black tunic with black pants. He climbed on the bed, with his legs to either side of her body as he scooted up until he was almost sitting her knees, but made sure to keep his weight off her by sitting on his toes.

It felt like an out of body experience as he helplessly watched his hands move of their own accord, slowly pulling back the black pants that hid her flower from the world. He could feel the saliva build up in his mouth but couldn’t seem to swallow. As her pants came down inch by inch, he was rewarded with the site of a red panty with curls of hair peeking out.

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He continued pulling it down until it reached her knees. He scooted back and off the bed to get a better grip on the pants. Grasping at the end of her pants by her feet, he slowly eased them off until they came off completely. He was left shocked with her pants in one hand, as he stared upon the half naked body of a woman. No. Not a woman. His own mother.

As if in a dream like state, his entire body felt light and he couldn’t even remember breathing at all. Letting the pants drop to the floor and out of his hands, he reached forward and traced his fingers from her left knee down to her toes, slowly feeling all her toes and her leg as he memorized it in his mind. He turned to her right leg and did the same thing. She was so much softer in reality than his imagination. Her legs were hairless and shined in the light, looking whiter than he would've thought possible for an Indian woman.

When he was done memorizing her, he wondered what next. Suddenly remembering where her was, his gaze drew up to look at his mother’s face, but the scrunched-up blanket had piled up on her waist, blocking his view completely. He thought to himself that maybe this was for the best. He didn’t want this heavenly dream to come to an end so soon. Maybe it was fate? 

All of a sudden, he knew what to do. Lifting up her legs, he put his knee on the bed, then the other knee, before inching his way forward on the bed. His mother’s legs were held in his arms, pulled to either side of him. He slowly pulled them up and placed them on his shoulders. This felt right to him. The curves of her leg perfectly balanced on his shoulder. He kept inching his way towards her. Anjali's legs began moving upwards as he pushed forwards until finally her feet pointed up at the ceiling.




He turned his cheek to the side, rubbing it against her leg, marveling at the softness and the smell of soap. Looking down, his gaze was caught on a blemish on her thigh. It was quite peculiar, being light brown in color and the shape of a sword.

His eyes widened as he remembered that day again. The day of his 16th birthday. Gasping out loud, he quickly backed away, her legs falling off his shoulders abruptly. He stared at his mothers’ body for a few minutes pale faced before slowly bending down, and picking up her black pants from the floor. Putting them on her gruffly, his teeth clenched, he pulled the blanket back down on her. Part of him hoped that she was awake so he could confront her. Fortunately for him, her eyes were still closed. His hands clenched into a fist, he backed out of her room, closing the door behind him, forgetting to close the lights on his way out. 

Anjali let out a low snore, unaware of what had just almost taken place.

[Kishores200]

As usual u have rocked with ur writing style keeping the suspense on...And it makes us eager to know what happened on that day and about the meeting..

[kishen]

It is beautifully written story but I am not quite following what happened in last two updates. I hope it will be clear in next few updates...Keep it coming...thank you

[anuran karati]

Write bro

[scorpia95]

His hands trembling, Aditya held on to the doorknob after closing the door to his parent’s bedroom. He stood there frowning, playing back the image that had abruptly appeared in his mind. The image was crystal clear. 

 

His mother being supported by one friend, while her legs wrapped around another, and the last one rubbing himself waiting for his turn.

He wondered if maybe it was his imagination that had come up with that image. The realization struck as everything came together. When he had first met Chandran, Aditya had woken up in a cold sweat after having had a dream about his mother. He recalled his earlier thoughts.

“The vision that kept me up was my mothers’ hands wrapped around Chandran’s neck while her legs were wrapped around his buttocks. Chandran was standing straight up carrying my mother like a child while slowly moving his dick up and down.”

It all made sense to him now. The reason he had that dream was because the mental block that his mind had put was crumbling. Instead of showing him his friends with his mom, he had instead dreamed of his mother in that sex position with Chandran. It was probably to help him become ready for the actual reality of finding out that his mother had been having sex with his friends that day.

“Jesus Christ” he let out in a breathy whisper. How long were his friends fucking his own mother? Those bastards must have loved acting all innocent around him when they were actually breeding his mom.

Another truth suddenly hit him. His mother had turned him into a cuckold. He wanted to see her with Chandran to recreate that day.

Shuddering, he stumbled into his room taking the support of the bedpost to keep himself upright, before finally taking a seat.

With his head in his arms, Aditya’s body shuddered, and his heart started beating slower as the first tear escaped his eye. Soon enough like an avalanche, a torrent of tears burst forward, and he cried like a child. His chest shuddered with that ache of betrayal until it felt like he couldn't breath.  

His own mother had turned him into a cuckold.
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The End 

[kaatre]

Bro what, The end?.. I thought it is just starting.. Heart broke bro.. Pls reconsidder.

[scorpia95]

Bro what, The end?.. I thought it is just starting.. Heart broke bro.. Pls reconsidder.

It's the end of Book 1. I have Anjali's story written out and it's really long. I can't just put it in here since people will forget the original story. Also, it's a lot hotter so people probably won't want to get back to the original story lol... :/

I'm thinking of a book 1.5  to talk about Anjali journey into cuckoldry and then I'll come back to this thread and start Book 2 which picks up from this point.

[simba6o9]

Extremely hot

[kaatre]

It's the end of Book 1. I have Anjali's story written out and it's really long. I can't just put it in here since people will forget the original story. Also, it's a lot hotter so people probably won't want to get back to the original story lol... :/

I'm thinking of a book 1.5  to talk about Anjali journey into cuckoldry and then I'll come back to this thread and start Book 2 which picks up from this point.

oh, thank you.

[scorpia95]

I'll try posting book 1.5 here and see if people get confused. If they do, I'll create a separate thread for this story.

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Book 1.5 – The Origins of Anjali and Anwar

Warning: Book 1.5 has M/M sex scenes. 

Anjali dreamed of better days in her unconsciousness. She dreamed of the time when she was happiest. With Ramalal’s strong arms around her as she nuzzled his chest, while Anwar slept horizontally at the edge of the bed by their feet. Two men that loved and worshiped her.

Only three people in the world knew of her hubby’s secret desire. Anjali, her husband, and their servant back in India. Anjali had known about Anwar’s submissiveness before they had decided to get married. It gave her a thrill knowing that she had a '. man begging to worship her feet and submit to her every desire. She loved him more than anything in the world and his fetish became hers over time.

The only reason she had Chandran take the liberties that he had was because she knew that Anwar wouldn’t be too angry if he ever found out. Chandran was not the first man who had touched her waist or kissed her. There was another back in India. In fact, it was their servant boy Ramalal. On her husband’s encouragement, she had relentlessly flirted with him, often teasing him by brushing past him with her boobs. Both Anwar and Anjali loved the game, and Anjali especially loved the attention she got after such antics when Anwar paid extra attention to her for the next few days.

She had often teased him about the naughty things she would love to do with Ramalal while Anwar moaned on the ground with her foot pressed against his lips while the other foot rubbed on his dick. It was true that Anwar had a hard time getting hard (no pun intended), but he was able to cum this way. And he came a lot! Especially when she rubbed on his dick and humiliated him. She never meant any of the things she had told him in their playtime, but she did get turned on by it just as much as he did. This was their way of having sex. It was different than most couples, but they loved each other regardless.

It had started a few years after they gotten married. Anwar had suggested that maybe it was time that they finally invited Ramalal to their bedroom. This was the only time in their lives that they could have fun and explore without and repercussions, before a kid came into the picture and made their lives more complicated. Anjali was shocked at his suggestion, but a part of her did want to feel Ramalal inside her. They had gotten him as a servant when he was just 16 years old and now after a few years of teasing him, she felt that she owed him. Not only that, the last time Anwar had gotten hard enough to get inside her was on their marriage day, which was only for a few seconds.

Anwar’s viewpoint

Anwar knew what he was since a very young age. He was a submissive who got off on being demeaned and more importantly, worshiping feet. He had married a girl he loved who accepted him for who he was and even role-played his fantasies to appease him. But it never satisfied him. It just wasn’t enough. Anwar wasn’t a saint either. He had done things that his wife knew nothing of. He had a secret submissive relationship with Ramalal.

Ever since that young boy of 16 had entered his life, the servant boy had satisfied his sexual cravings of being dominated, and Ramalal was really good at that. He was the perfect servant boy who was shy and demure in his wife’s presence, but once she left the house to visit family, it was another matter.

It had started as a card game where they would make each other do stupid things to whoever ended up losing. Only this card game was different. Anwar had spent a year cozying up to the young ***** boy, slowly becoming his friend rather than his master. But he had ulterior motives. This card game, he did something different and said that whoever ended up losing would have to clean the other persons feet with their tongue. This was just a ploy for him to live out his dark desires of worshiping his lowly servant’s feet. It was the ultimate thrill for someone like him who desired to be dominated.

Of course, he threw the game on purpose and moaned in disgust at the torture he was about to suffer, making it seem as if this was the last thing he wanted to do. And of course, Ramalal insisted that he didn’t have to go through with it since it was only a stupid game and that he’d feel bad about his employer having to do such a thing.

“Ramalal, I am a man of my word! What kind of man would you think I am if I went back on the dare now huh!” he said pulling Ramalal to his feet and guiding him to sit on the sofa.

“Are you sure sir? I have never sat down on your sofa, I thought it wasn’t allowed” he said with a confused look on his face.

Anwar’s heart was beating so fast and loud that he hadn’t even heard the young man. He wasn’t gay, he knew that for sure. Many people often get this confused. A person is gay when they love another man. But making love to another man is something completely different. There are no emotions involved, it’s just sex. Anwar knew in his heart that he loved Anjali, and what he was doing now was just to satisfy his sexual cravings.

As Anwar got on his knees, he looked at the young man before him. He was dusky and hairless, his complexion vibrating with youth. He had short cropped hair looked down at him from underneath his eyelashes, waiting for whatever it was that was to come. He turned his gaze down and inspected his feet. They were beautiful without any veins protruding and slightly dusty from having been barefoot all day.

His body shivered as his mind went into sub mode. Slowly bringing his face closer to Ramalal’s feet, he took a tentative breath as he inhaled the sweet slight cheesy aroma of a hard day’s work.

“uh.. what are you doing? I thought you would only lick them a bit” Ramalal asking in confusion, looking down at the master of the house kneeling before his feet. Despite the weirdness of the situation, somewhere in the back of his mind, it made him feel powerful, though he didn’t realize it at the moment.

“Don’t worry Ramu, I’m just trying to see which place I need to spend the most effort cleaning. Wherever it smells stronger is where I will spend the most time” Anwar replied thinking quickly.

“Oh.. okay, I think that makes sense” Ramalal replied wondering what he was supposed to do now, fidgeting with his hands.

Anwar continued his explorations as he felt Ramalal relax into the couch and turn on the TV. He sniffed under and between each toe and covered the entire surface area. He spent almost 10 minutes just smelling the entire surface area of his foot with his eyes closed. This was heavenly. In his mind, he compared it to Anjali’s feet and realized that they both smelt very different and he couldn’t compare them against each other. He liked them both in different ways.
He looked up to see that Ramalal wasn’t even paying any attention to him, he was too engrossed on the cartoon playing on the TV.

Anwar cleared his throat to get Ramalal’s attention “okay, I think I figured it out. The place that smells the most is your heel and between your toes, so I will spend most of my time there”

“okay sir, but you know you really don’t have to do this.” he replied giving Anwar an out to stop what he was about to do.

“No Ramalal, it is very important for me to keep my promises” Anwar said with a smile on his face as he lowered his lips and popped his  servants big toe in his mouth.

“ahh, that tickles!” Ramalal said giggling.

Anwar payed him no attention as he continued sucking on his toes, one after another. Ramalal occasionally wiggled his toes that were in his mouth, which turned him on even more. He spent a long time suckling on them under the guise of cleaning them. He slowly licked up and down his feet, ridding them of dust. He chewed slightly on the rough part to soften them before licking them over and over, slowly sanding them to smoothness with his tongue. When he was finally done 30 minutes later, Ramalal looked down.

“Oh… is it over already?” I completely lost track of time watching the television.

Anwar just smiled and picked up his other foot, repeating the process.

[Kishores200]

To be true the story has taken a huge turn with anjali being depicted as the conservative hw and mom which was the major erotic factor changed to a sex hungry woman by her submissive hubby.Still this is only my view about the story so far..

[Kishores200]

As u r the writer u know what's best for the story and how to take it forward..I think u would bring the same eroticism and slow seducing back..So waiting for your next update on how u take forward the story

[scorpia95]

To be true the story has taken a huge turn with anjali being depicted as the conservative hw and mom which was the major erotic factor changed to a sex hungry woman by her submissive hubby.Still this is only my view about the story so far..

That's like every story that's been posted on Xossipy so far though. A conservative woman who magically turns into a hoe after being fucked once. Think I'm going to do something different :/

[Devil’s]

Pls give us a regular update brother

[scorpia95]

I'm just gonna post the unedited version since people aren't really interested in the story anymore lol...
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It soon became an everyday thing where Ramalal would suggest that the loser would clean the other persons feet, and Anwar would agree saying that he would make sure to win this time. It went on for a month this way, where each pretended not to know exactly what was going on.

Then one day, after Anjali had gone to visit her parents, Ramalal went straight to the TV and started watching it. Usually the routine would follow that they would make a bet that Anwar would lose before he started watching the telly.

Seeing the Ramalal was already engrossed in watching, he took a risk and started worshipping his feet as usual. Looking up at Ramalal, he gave Anwar a smile and the rules were set. Each person knew where they belonged. When the wife left the house, Ramalal was the master and Anwar his lowly servant.

This was the happiest time of his life for Anwar, he had his fantasy fulfilled of being submissive and he had his wife who also pleased him with her feet. It came to a point where he could only orgasm if the sexual activity involved feet in some way. It’s all he really needed to be happy.

Like all good things, it came to an end shortly after Ramalal turned 18 and realized that he had a crush on the homely wife Anjali. He stopped letting Anwar worship his feet. It came to a point when he would watch TV and refuse to let him lick his feet sating that he wasn’t in the mood.

Anwar like a thirsty man finally broke down after 2 months and begged… begged Ramalal to let him worship his feet.

“All this time I have been satisfying you sir, it is only right that I also get some satisfaction from this” he said to Anwar knowing that he often tried to inconspicuously jerk off by rubbing his dick over his pants while worshipping his feet.

Anwar agreed readily. He was a man who had gone mad, like an addict who needed his fix. Coincidentally, that was exactly what had happened. Over a year of sniffing Ramalal’s feet and almost daily and cumming to him had made neurological pathways in his brain that made him get hard at the mere sight of his feet.

“Ramalal, what is that you want? I’ll do anything. Please just let me worship your feet” Anwar begged his master.

Smiling, Ramalal got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom while Anwar followed him like a lost puppy.

Sitting on the bed, Anwar realized that Ramalal had taken the dirty clothes hamper and upended it, allowing its contents to fall all over the bed. Going through each one, he picked out one of Anjali’s panty and looked at Anwar “This is what I want Anwar. I want your wife”

Anwar swallowed his anger, seething through his teeth “What do you mean”

“I want to sleep with your wife Anjali and I want you to make it happen. If you do this for me, I will make sure to make your wildest fantasy come true. You have been cleaning my dirty feet for almost a year and you love it. I think you want me to dominate you.” He said with a knowing grin.

Anwar’s mouth ran dry as he watched Ramalal fold his leg across his lap. Pointing it towards Anwar. “Come on sir. Don’t you want to sniff between my toes? I haven’t washed my feet in over a week. You know they smell really bad. Don’t you want to see how bad? Don’t you want to clean them for me?” he said knowing exactly how to push my buttons.

Anwar couldn’t think as his gaze rested on Ramu’s feet and he felt hypnotized and felt himself speaking without thinking “Okay sir” and he fell to his knees, crawling across the floor until his nose touched his Ramu’s golden shaded feet. It was intoxicating.

The smell was so strong that it almost made his pull away. Instead, he pushed past his limits and took another breath. It usually had this cheesy smell to it, but now it had a slight vinegary tint to it while being 10 times as powerful. Anwar had taken to cleaning Ramalal’s feet several times a week, so they never really got this powerful smelling. However, after being starved into almost madness, he couldn’t get enough.

In the heat of the moment Anwar was in a daze of sub mindedness. Anwar thought to himself that he’d gladly let this young stud fuck his wife, as long as he could keep worshipping his feet. Then his mind went blank as he lost himself in euphoria.

Ramalal looked down at his master who had been so enamored by his feet that he had willingly chosen to become the servant.

Furthermore, he had agreed to let him have his wife. Ramalal smiled watching Anwar struggle to put his nose between his toes. If he was honest with himself, this really turned him on. When this had started, he only felt tickles as Anwars tongue cleaned his feet, but then it slowly aroused him the more it happened. Looking down he saw himself get hard and sniffed the Anjali’s used panty. He had been dreaming of her a lot lately.

When he was first hired, he was shocked to see this beautiful ***** lady with a '. man. He knew that he had to show Anjali that his ***** cock was superior. She was meant for a ***** man like himself. He didn’t detest Anwar in anyway. In fact, in his fantasy, he wanted to have Anjali while Anwar sucked on his toes. He wanted Anwar to be the servant both in the kitchen and in the bedroom with him and Anjali

As such thoughts invaded his mind, his hands jerked his dick and taking one last sniff of the used panties, he exploded in pants.

Laying back panting, Ramalal waited until Anwar had fallen into a drunken orgasmic stupor after having worshipped his feet to his satisfaction. He had to give it to Anwar. The man knew how to clean feet. Ever since this had started, his feet had become soft as if he had been rubbing lotion on them everyday.

Ever since that day, Ramalal had grown bolder and Anwar although weary at this sudden change had grown accustomed to it and in time even welcomed it. He grew more demanding, making Anwar drop down to kiss his feet even when Anjali was in the house. Ramalal kept pushing past Anwars limits, making him do crazy things, pushing him to become even more subservient.

One time after Anjali was gone, Ramalal had gotten out Anwars dinner and had placed it on the ground in front of the sofa. Then he dipped his foot, mushing up the rice and beans. Lifting it up, he looked at Anwar kneeling before him looking expectantly. Anwar knew what he had to do and ate his dinner off Ramu’s feet. This naturally developed into him having to wash Ramu’s feet in a basin afterwards and drinking that water.

Ramu had loved this idea so much that he had lately tried to step on all his food before Anwar had a chance to eat. This kept Anwar in a constant state of arousal throughout the day.

For Anwars part, he had taken to telling Anjali about his new fantasy and encouraged her to flirt with Ramalal. After a few weeks of insistence, Anjali had given in to his demands and to his shock had even liked the flirtation.

One afternoon, Anjali had gone so far as to let Ramu massage her back with oil while she moaned in pleasure. Of course, Anwar was there the entire time. All he could do was stare at the feet of his wife and Ramalal as he sat on her back to give her a better massage.

Months flew by as the two flirted with a quick peek of cleavage here, a caress on the ass there, and even the occasional brush of Anjali’s hand on Ramu’s dick.

It was a tough decision to move away when the offer of a better job opportunity came along. But he had to decide between either staying at the same job or potentially earning more and giving his wife and their future children a better life. Like any father, he made the decision that would benefit his family the best and decided to move away to a different part of India.

Ramu was the first to know about this decision and he had cried and yelled at Anwar for abandoning him. Anwar was similarly sad at what he had to do. It took weeks before Ramu would even look at him. Then even more before he spoke to him. He was often sad when he spoke, that things were going to come to an end.

Anwar realized that he had never completed his promise to Ramalal regarding his wife. So, he set about convincing Anjali to make love with Ramu as a goodbye present. Surprisingly, Anjali had agreed quicker than he had thought. Though it wasn’t really much of a surprise considering their sex consisted of Anwar humping her feet until he orgasmed before falling asleep. He just didn’t have the stamina to stay hard for long. Truth be told, he preferred Anjali’s feet to her vagina, though he’d never admit such a thing even to himself.

That night, Anwar had crept into Ramu’s room and woken him up with a gentle shake.

“Ramu, I have spoken to Anjali and she agreed to make love with you. I’m keeping my promise. See? I told you I always keep my promises” Anwar said with a grin on his face

Ramu awoke with those words and for the first time smiled in weeks. All of a sudden, he leant forward and kissed Anwar on the lips. “I love you… not in that way though. Not the way I like Anjali” he said shyly.

Anwar laughed and kissed him back. “I know Ramu. I love you too, but not as a lover. We have fun. There’s no need to complicate it with labels.”
 
Kneeling down while Ramu sat on the bed, he lifted Ramus feet and worshipped them for the last time. As he was almost done, Ramu spoke up “Hey Anwar, can you do something for me? I have always wondered what it would feel like, but never had the guts to ask you”

In his head, Anwar immediately thought that he would as him for a blowjob and began shaking his head about to say that it just wasn’t his thing when Ramu pulled off his pants and knelt on the bed with his back facing Anwar.

“Can you lick my ass?” he asked in shy voice

Before Anwar could say no, his gaze fell on Ramu’s asshole and he was enchanted. He couldn’t look away from it. It beckoned him closer and opened and closed every few seconds. It was winking at him and he remembered the saying “if you gaze into the abyss too long, it will gaze back at you” and chucked to himself.

What would be the harm? He wasn’t particularly turned off by it. In fact, he had routinely performed both oral and anal cunnilingus on Anjali to satisfy her for years now.

Leaning forward, he sniffed at earthy aroma emanating from the dark cavern before brushing his jaw against Ramu’s ass. Rubbing his face against Ramu’s cheeks, he inched his nose forward until it rested on his puckered hole. Breathing in deeply, he pressed his lips against Ramus in a passionate French kiss.

Ramu moaned and pushed himself backwards, sucking his tongue deeper inside. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Lovers kissing each other without a care in the world. Slowly, Anwar extracted and pulled his tongue out. He continued kissing it softly murmuring sweet nothings of how amazing that kiss was. Soon enough, he returned his tongue inside Ramu and licked for all he was worth while lightly nibbling at his entrance and snaking his tongue in and out. Ramu meanwhile pushing himself back forth with the tongue’s movements and a few minutes later Ramu had come without touching himself.

Anwar was just happy that his friend had finally spoken to him and that he could fulfill this last wish for him before they were gone from his life forever. He ended their passionate encounter with one final kiss to his hole and quietly left the room.

They had a month until their departure for the new job, so Anjali and Anwar had planned for Ramu’s special night to be on the last day, so they didn’t have to deal with any awkwardness after.

Ramulal was a nervous wreck the following day and both Anwar and Anjali had noticed it as he seemed to be exceptionally clumsy that day. Later in the evening when Anjali had left to meet her relatives, Anwar took Ramalal aside and asked him what was wrong.

“Anwar. I can’t stop thinking about Anjali. I want to do my best with her, but I’m afraid that I’ll come too soon.” He said sighing down “I always come in a few minutes when I sniff her panties. If I actually enter her, I know I won’t even last 10 seconds. I don’t know what to do.”

Anwar saw the problem from Ramu’s view and he agreed that it wouldn’t be very good for either Anjali or him if he just came immediately.

“Ramu… I can give you some extra money so you can go practice with some prostitutes if you want…” Anwar told him in a good-natured tone.

Ramalal show his head vigorously “NO! I want my first time to be with a homely Indian lady like Anjali.” he sighed

“Well, there is one thing we could do” Anwar said with a smile. “We could practice together”

Ramalal looked at Anwar with a quizzical expression before realization dawned on him and his eyes widened “What Anwar! We can’t do that, that’s a bit too gay for me!” he laughed nervously.

“Listen Ramu, you’re only gay if you have feelings for another man. Do you have any for me? Because I know I don’t have any for you. For me it’s just good sex and kinky play” Anwar replied in a reassuring tone.

“Well… I don’t feel that way for you. I guess it makes sense…” Ramalal replied looking at Anwar. “How do we do this?”

Anwar looked at Ramu “You have to dominate me. I’m submissive and if you use your feet, you can get me to do almost anything you want! Look at how you made me give away my own wife!” he said with a chuckle.

Ramu nodded in understanding. “Anwar, I want you to go shave your legs and asshole. Make it shiny and smooth like Anjali. It will help me out a lot” he said in reply

Anwar got nervous. He didn’t feel like that would be a good idea… especially with how weird It would look naked with half his body hairless. Seeing his hesitation, Ramu took Anwar’s hand and led him toward the bedroom washroom. Sitting him on a stool in the centre of the washroom, Ramu gathered the shaving cream, and his 5-bladed Gillette razor. It took almost an entire hour for Ramu to fully shave Anwar’s lower half. There was only one part left.

Ramu pushed Anwar so he lay on his back holding both legs back so his feet dangled above him. This gave Ramu the perfect position to shave his nether regions. Dabbing a bit of shaving cream, Ramu started to gently shave across the sensitive area using water when needed. After a few minutes, he sat back staring at his work.

Anwar whispered, “What is it?” afraid that he may not have liked what he saw. Maybe he had a mole on his butt?

Ramu knelt forward and pulled Anwar’s legs towards him so that they hung over his shoulders. Pushing him backward so that his back was a bit off the floor, he started teasing his tongue into Anwar’s sacred hole. For Anwar’s part, he was shocked but didn’t really feel much. He supposed he just wasn’t sensitive in that area, but he didn’t interrupt Ramu knowing that he could use the practice to be ready for Anjali.

Ramu couldn’t believe how feminine Anwar’s lower body looked now that I was devoid of hair. It was just like a girl’s! Well... except for the extra part hanging between his knees.

Having loosened up Anwar’s hole using his mouth, he pushed Anwar’s legs back as he prepared to enter him. As Ramu’s dick rested against his anus, he moaned “Oh Anjali” with his eyes closed imagining his first time with the homely wife. He slowly felt himself pushing in.

Anwar whispered softly “slowly Ramu, you’re tearing me apart”. Hearing those words, Ramu groaned in amazement and came with only the head of his penus having entered the chasm.

Anwar laughed “Well, you’re going to need a lot more practice if you want to satisfy Anjali”

Panting from the rush he felt, he grinned and picked up Anwar “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be perfect for her”. Walking out of the washroom and towards the bed, he lay Anwar down and once again prepared to enter him.

This time Anwar wrapped his arms around Ramu’s neck while his legs wrapped around his hips and he whispered “Come on tiger, show me what you got”

 

Ramu’s young virile dick had gotten hard again. He pushed it in slowly inch by inch, stopping only when Anwar started screaming too loudly from the pain

“Anjali you have to accept me inside you. Loosen up.” He said as he continued his journey forward pretending he was with Anjali. As the last inch sank to the hilt, he moaned “Oh Anjali, I’m a part of you now. Oh God. I’m inside you!” he screamed and once again orgasmed. 

This time, Anwar felt the vibrations inside him as the cum flowed in trying to impregnate him. He thought to himself that it didn’t feel so bad.

[scorpia95]

Fyi. Ramu is Ramalal's nickname
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Anjali’s viewpoint

Anjali watched the young man’s lithe arms and body from the balcony of their house as he was bent over washing their clothes on a stone outside. This was her favorite time of the day when she got to admire the young man before her. She had watched Ramalal turn from a scrawny thin boy to a man in front of her eyes over the past 2 years. Ramu turned around and winked at her as Anjali let out a shy giggle at having been “caught”.

By this time, Ramu knew that Anjali had come out to admire him and he purposely flexed his arms knowing that she’d be watching.
This had been a common occurrence for them for the past few months where they had taken to admiring each other in passing.
Anjali sighed as the show finished and went into the kitchen to make some lemonade for when Ramu came back in. “Here Ramu” she said as he came inside the house.

Ramu smiled saying “Thank you” and touched her fingers when talking the cold drink. He sipped on it “It’s delicious!”

Anjali smiled shyly watching him pour the drink down his throat. Suddenly realizing that she had been staring at him, she quickly averted her gaze and went about looking busy. Things had become heated between them with the glances and hot brushing against each other “accidentally”.

Anjali felt bad for what she was doing, especially since her fantasies had invaded her sex sessions with Anwar. While Anwar hadn’t been inside of her in years, their sex had developed so that she teased him used her feet while talking dirty. Lately though, she had introduced Ramu to her naughty talk.

Just last night she had taken it a step further and made Anwar pretend as if he was worshiping Ramu’s feet. This had gotten them both off as Anjali fantasized about her Ramu making love to her, while her husband thought about worshiping Ramu’s feet.

To her amazement, she had come even harder when she learnt that Anwar had gone ahead and actually worshipped his feet! Her guilt at flirting with Ramu evaporated as she made Anwar tell her every detail of what happened. That night was the beginning for her and Ramu’s next step in their relationship.

Feeling bolder, she started wearing more revealing clothing when Anwar went to the office in the morning. Looking at the clock, she realized it was time and went outside to where Ramu was washing their clothes and sat down beside him.  “Let me help you!” she said taking out a dirty shirt from the basket and wetting it.

“No madam! I can’t let you do that. You are the lady of the house. Uncle will kill me if he found out that I let you do this.” he said while reaching towards the shirt to snatch it away from her. As he grasped the shirt and started taking it away, Anjali pull back on it.

“No Ramu, I’m no better than you. We are both human beings and I’m bored!” she said laughing while pulling back with all her strength. The unexpected strength of the pull threw Ramu off his balance as he crashed into her.

They lay there like that for a few seconds that seemed to last forever, breathing hard both from the struggle and the excitement. Ramu being bigger than Angali fell in such a way that her face was covered by his chest and his lund poked through his lungi at her entrance. The only separation between them were her skirt and his white cloth pajamas. Anjali seeing an opportunity wrapped her legs around him and squealed “Hey, I got you!”. In the struggle that ensued, his dick rubbed against her nether regions several times before he managed to extricate himself.

Yelping in embarrassment, he quick ran away to the washroom pushing down on his dick. Anjali laughed with mirth at the young boy’s embarrassment. When he returned, he mumbled something about have to pee and Anjali nodded, pretending that she didn’t know exactly what he was up to.

That was only the beginning. It soon turned to a regular game where they’d splash water on each other, Anjali making sure to not wear a bra so he could see the outline of her boobs through the blouse. Things didn’t change until Ramu had decided that he wanted more and asked Anwar to give him Anjali. As soon as Anwar had agreed, Ramu had become bolder with Anjali, being the instigator of their encounters.

Things were perfect for Anjali and Anwar. Anjali had Ramu in the day and went out in the evening when Anwar came home so he could have some time alone with Ramu’s feet. Anjali always had amazing orgasms rubbing herself each night as Anwar told her of the things Ramu had made him do. It was delicious for her since she too had gotten off on knowing that her husband was worshipping Ramu like a god. It eased her conscience that they were both enjoying this new adventure. Though she still didn’t tell Anwar about her and Ramu’s flirtations. When Anwar told her about Ramu’s request to “take her”, she had been waiting with abated breath on the brink of an orgasm. “Well, what did you say?!” she almost screamed. “I said yes”. That had been the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, leaving her twitching for several seconds and warmth that lasted her the entire night.

Knowing that she was Ramu’s woman now, she had gotten bolder in their interactions.
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A week later, Anjali found herself watching a horror movie “Night of the living dead” on Netflix. “Ramu, can you make some popcorn?” she asked nonchalantly.

“Ok madam!” came the reply from the kitchen and a few minutes later Ramu walked into the living room with freshly popped popcorn holding it out to her. Rather than the popcorn, Anjali grabbed Ramu’s wrist and puled him towards the sofa asking him to sit.

Ramu was shocked. Though he had sat on the sofa several times before, he had never done so in front of Anjali. “Are you sure madam?” he asked tentatively “I don’t want to ruin your couch”

Anjali frowned “Don’t be silly! You take as many showers as I do. Sit down! That’s an order!” she said with a smile.

Ramu gave a grin in reply and sat beside Anjali. They were so close that their legs were merely an inch apart.

“I love watching scary movies, but I get scared watching it alone. I need someone to watch with me.” she explained as if this was a perfectly reasonable situation.

Once the movie started Anjali waited a full 20 minutes before leaning in closer to Ramu and just when the first scary part happened, she threw her arms around Ramu’s neck and buried herself in his chest.

“Aieeee!!” she shrieked in fake horror while Ramu sat still, too shocked to even comprehend what was happening. Anjali made sure to push her chest into his and whispered, “Please tell me when its over!”

Ramu waited minutes past the scene for his brain to return back to some form of normalcy before whispering in a hoarse voice “madam, its over”

Anjali slowly extracted herself from his neck, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder “Next time a woman holds you in fear, you hold her back and tell her it’s okay!”

Ramu just nodded his head with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The next time that Anjali screamed in terror and hid in his chest, he made sure to hold her in his arms. He made sure to let the hug last several minutes more than it needed to, not realizing that he had fallen into Anjali’s trap.

When the movie finished, Ramu looked at Anjali with a smile “You should watch more horror movies!”

“hah! You’d love that wouldn’t you!” she said pinching his cheeks.

These flirtatious moments occurred more often and increased in its sexual nature once Anjali knew that Ramu wanted her and Anwar had given her to him.

One morning, Anjali walked into the kitchen and noticed Ramu lifting up a heavy sack of rice to put into the now empty rice container. She stared at him admiringly and waited until he was finished before speaking “Wow Ramu, you’ve gotten really strong! I had to take a cup and transfer the rice in small amounts. How much weight do you think you can pick up now?” she asked in curiosity.

“I don’t know mam, there are no dumbbell weights around” he answered shyly. His ear’s reddening from the blush that had formed due to Anjali complement.

Giggling she replied “Well, see if you can pick me up!” Anjali replied. She had gained a few pounds since being married, standing at 5’5 and 150 lbs.

Anjali walked towards him and put her arms around his neck. “I’m ready when you are!”

“Mam, it would be easier if I lifted you from the back” he said trying to not look down her blouse.

Anjali giggle again “I know silly! This is the challenge to see how strong you are!”

Ramu sucked a breath in and put his hand under Anjali’s butt, blushing, he let out a low grunt as he used all his power to lift her up.

Anjali let out a squeal of surprise looking shocked. She had expected Ramu to give up after not being able to lift her off the ground.



“Ramu! Oh my god! You’re so strong!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t been picked up like this since she had first married Anwar and that had turned out to be a disappointment.

Ramu slowly exhaled as he found his face resting on Anjali’s breasts. He felt himself harden slowly, which also coincidentally was aligned right between her thighs under her vagina.

Anjali’s legs hung besides Ramus, while she let out a contended sigh. This proved to her that it wasn’t her weight that kept Anwar from getting hard. She had started to think that maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her after her weight gain.

Ramu now looked perplexed at what to do having Anjali hanging off him. “Ma’am, what are you doing?” he asked in confusion.

“Shhh Ramu, this is the first time I’ve been picked up in years. I thought I had gotten too fat! I feel like I’m a girl again. Do you think you can hold me for a little longer?” she asked scooting a bit down so her vagina rubbed lightly at Ramu’s hardening dick.

Ramu stuttered as he felt his cheeks heat up again “Y- Yes Ma-am. I am strong” he said proud of himself.

“Yes you are Ramu… Yes you are.” She smiled whispering. Playing with his hair, she giggled feeling the hardness pushing against her entrance. She felt elated that she could have such an affect on him.

Five minutes went by in a blink as they held on to each other. Ramu feeling the softness of Anjali’s ass, while Anjali playing with his hair, smiling to herself as his hardness pressed into her.

Ramu cleared his throat. “Ma'am, my arms are hurting. I think I’m going to drop you”

Sighing, Anjali let go of Ramu’s neck and slowly got lowered to the ground.

Looking in Ramu’s eyes, Anjali came up with a brilliant idea. “Ramu! From now on, you can carry me like this. It can be your exercise. It will help you become stronger. What do you say?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Ramu blinked in surprise as the words sank in. “Ok ma’am. I will get really strong that way” he said with a smile slowly appearing on his face as he realized that he could hold her again and feel the softness of her boobs and ass.

Laughing, Anjali pinched his cheeks and walked away, swaying her hips.
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“Just a bit more Ramu!” Anjali encouraged Ramu as he struggled to hold her up. They had been playing this game for a week now. Ramu had already gotten stronger being able to hold her up for almost 10 minutes before needing to lower her down.
“I … I…can’t!” Ramu struggled to hold Anjali up.

“I know you can do it!” Anjali yelled in encouragement. To encourage him, she started slowly bouncing up and down, making sure to rub against his hardness while saying “Go RAMU! You can do it Ramu!”

Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline from Anjali teasing his manhood gave him the strength that he needed to hold out for another minute.

As Anjali got lowered to the ground, they both noticed that Ramu’s pajama had a tent in it from Anjali’s ministrations. Ramu’s entire face turned pink as he tried to push his cock down stuttering “I… I’m sorry ma'am!”

Anjali just laughed and moved his hands away. Look Ramu, you held out for another minute because I started rubbing against you. It helped you get adrenaline and made you stronger she explained as if this was perfectly normal.

“Oh..” Ramu said, not knowing what to say next.

Anjali took Ramu’s face in her hands. “Listen Ramu, I really want to help you become stronger. You’re give me the self-confidence I need. I’m going to make sure that you become really strong!” she said in a sweet voice.

A few days later, they began their routine as usual shortly after Anwar left for the office.

“Come on tiger!” Anjali said smiling as Ramu moved towards her to pick her up. They had begun doing this 5 times a day, 5 days a week. Ramu had become less ashamed and sometimes even moved Anjali up and down with his arms, making sure than she rubbed against his manhood giving him the adrenaline he needed. Anjali just giggled when he did this, giving him the encouragement to grow bolder.

“This time Ramu, lets do something different. Why don’t you walk around while carrying me? This will help your legs become stronger too.” She said mischievously.

“Oh. OK madam, that makes sense” he replied starting to move. He soon found out that it was a completely different thing to walk while carrying something. It made him tired more easily as he walked around the house. Anjali meanwhile felt herself get giddy with excitement as Ramu rubbed against her harder with each step. It was natural friction working against their bodies.
Ramu had gone two rounds in a circle in the living room when he started really struggling. By the third round, he felt his grip weaken. Afraid that he would drop Anjali, he pushed himself backwards and towards the sofa. Ramu crashed against the sofa as Anjali squealed in surprise as she clung on to Ramu with her eyes closed.

Ramu fell on to the sofa with a grunt, his back hitting the sofa so that he was in a sitting position with Anjali on his laps facing towards him. Her legs were splayed by his thighs and her face on his neck, arms wrapped around his neck. He felt more turned on than ever.

Anjali slowly pulled backwards, making a fist and lightly punching Ramu on the chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

She then realized that she could feel Ramu’s erection more acutely than ever sitting in his lap, as if she was riding him. Felling herself getting excited and wet, she didn’t want the moment to end.

“Do you see Ramu? you have gotten strong in your arms, but you don’t have the stamina! We should do this more often, so your legs get used to it.” She said trying to extend the conversation as much as possible while she got more turned on by the second. “Well, there’s no use getting off your lap now, you have to do this at least 2 more times before the exercise is finished” Angali said with a finality, shifting around to get more comfortable so Ramu’s dick was poking right at her entrance with only their clothes separating them.

Ramu sat there for far longer than he needed to wondering how this could be happening to someone like him. When he finally got ready, he pushed himself off the sofa, once again holding Angali’s ass while she clung on to him. Her entire weight supported by his hands that dug into her ass. He was looking forward to this new training technique he thought to himself smiling.

Anjali looked forward to her exercise time and watching movies with Ramu. They had become like lovers in all but name. The only thing that kept anything more from happening was a kiss. A kiss that would soon change everything.

[Kishores200]

Wow man this one from anjali's narrative was my favourite in this chapter 1.5....waiting for the final kill

[kaatre]

Man amazing story.

[Devil’s]

Please update

[bobby]

super update