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Ramesh_Rocky · 13-04-2019, 04:24 PM

MY MOTHER IS A BITCH

Let me first introduce ourselves. I am an 18 yr old Bengali girl from a traditional ***** family. I live with my mother and my father and my sister. My father was working in a small biscuit factory as an accounts Clark. My mother is also a Bengali lady around 38. She really has a sexy figure. A bit chubby, her best feature is her 36D boobs and her butts. You can feel her round ass through her saree. Sometimes when she wears transparent saree and nightie or gown at night she looks awesome. She is very jolly likes talking and smiling. Due to boredom sometimes she flirts with men though my dad never knew it. But as far as I knew she was devoted to my dad very much. My younger sister Pinky is just 15. She also looks very beautiful like me.
One day my mom got one phone call from my dad’s office. One employee from the office informed my mom that my father was arrested by the local security officer for some bribery charges. We rushed to the security officer station but were unable to release him spending the whole day in that security officer station. The factory manager Dilip sing was a very influential man and my dad was arrested as per his request. One constable in the security officer station told us it is not possible for them to release him now without proper investigation and they will appeal to the court to keep him in their custody for another 15 days. My mom started crying after listening that my dad have to spend at least 15 days in this jail. Then the constable told my mom to request Dilip Singh for my dad’s release. If he permits then they can discharge my dad easily. We returned to our home being very tired and frustrated. Next morning my mom called Mr Dilip over phone and asked for my dad’s release. My mom requested him many times but he was not ready to withdraw his report. The next day morning my mom called him again and started begging him. This time Mr. Sigh became slightly soft may be because of my mom’s crying and requested my mom to meet him in his residence office in the lunch time. My mom went to meet him in the afternoon and came back after three hours. Her hairs were untied; her lip color was dragged to her chin as if she was crying hard or washed her face with some cloth without caring about her lip color. When I asked her about the meeting, she told that Mr. Sing was busy in a meeting and told her to come tomorrow. For the next 4 days my mom went to meet him but failed because either he was busy in a meeting or was not present in his office in the lunchtime. But everyday when she returned I always found something unusual. Like one day I found her blouse was wet at places and a suspected bite mark in her neck. But I did not care much about this because I was very upset regarding my dad’s release. Fifth day when my mom went to meet him I found her very excited. That day I had a terrible headache. When after 3 hours she did not return home then I called him in her mobile.
Me : Mom where are you??

Mom: mmm…..Babu I will be late….(I could hear her breathing heavily,her voice chocking)….mmmm….hows your… mmmm….headache??

Me:I am fine…where are you??

Mom: Singh ji….is …mmmm/……showing some documents to me…….it can help your dad’s release…(I heard someone commanding from behind)….mmm…your mom is busy in the meeting with some company lawyers……..uff slowly baba……..what I was saying to you? …. yes…I will be slightly late today.

Before a can speak anything someone snapped the phone but I managed to hear a sharp moan of my loved mother. I kept wondering what become of her. After five hours she returned home. I opened the door and saw her standing with three heavily build men. She managed a smile and pointing to one guy out of them she said “ he is Mr. Dilip Singh.” She also said that other guys are his friends and they would have dinner with us and stay tonight. I nodded and watched her barely walk. Mr. Singh asked her to get bath while they sat down for T.V. I went near the bathroom and was very surprised to hear that she was singing a hit hindi flim song while taking her shower. At dinner table she served wearing a transparent nightie. I had never seen it and guessed Mr. Singh had bought it. She was flushed red in front of me while Mr. Singh chatted casually with me. He called mom by her name as if she was his wife and asked her to sit beside him. I could clearly see him putting his hand on my mom’s thigh. They casually chatted about the food while my mom looked down (I could see guilt and fear in her face). I was impatient to know her fate after the dinner. The thought of mom being forced in our house in front of me was making me go wet. After the dinner he whispered something to my mom, to which she was not ready and begged him for that. I couldn’t hear but I guessed he threatened her. Reluctantly she got up and asked me and my sister to come with her in her bedroom. When we entered in her bedroom I found that Mr. Singh and all his friends are waiting for us sitting on my mom’s bed. As soon as we entered one guy went near our bedroom door and locked it from the inside. They looked at us as though we were some trapped prey. They seemed to be in no hurry. They need not fear anything as now no one else will hear anything inside our house and everyone knows that we sleep around 10.30 and we cannot even expect a phone call. I looked at my mother expecting her to perform some miracle to save us. She asked Mr. Singh in a shivering voice what they wanted. One of them stepped forward and slapped her. He told her in a menacing voice, “Don’t talk unless we ask you”. He continued ‘we will take all that we want and more so don’t bother’. One of them, a man as dark as one could be with bulging eyes, asked Mr. Singh in a casual, matter of fact manner said, ‘ where do we start’. My sister let out a cry. She started sobbing. She was afraid. She didn’t understand anything. She just started crying. One of the tall persons came near, he just pulled my hair and slapped me, it was a stinging slap, I stared at him afraid even to cry. He said in a low voice, ‘ask that bitch to stop crying or you will get more’. That was enough; the voice and the slap made my sister stop as suddenly as she started. Her hands went up to her mouth as if to stop any sound escaping from her. We were never slapped or beaten before. We will start with my slut’ pointing to my mother Mr. Singh said. The guy again said “Singh Ji why don’t you go and start the show”. But Mr.Sing said “you go first. I have been fucking that bitch for the last 4 days”. The language was terrifying. It sent a chill up my spine. I understood what he meant. I don’t know whether my sister understood it or not. My mother looked shocked beyond any thing ever seen. Sweat was forming on her brows though the air conditioning was working. I could see her trying to control her shivering. Of late I came to understand what sexual arousal was. We were all in our nighties. Suddenly I realized I am no longer terrified. I was looking at the scene somewhat curiously. What will they do now? Are they just threatening us or will they really... A host of questions cropped up in my mind. The black man who asked Mr. Singh to start first, with his bulging eyes laughed crookedly and went near my mother. Her proud shoulders sagging. Her beautiful face now looked ugly. She raised her head helplessly to see what is going to happen. He commanded her to stand. She tried to stand up but her knees were weak and she almost fell back. He caught her shoulders and made her stand. Then he barked out “undress”. She didn’t understand him. She looked at him quizzically. He again said in a rough voice “remove your dress”. She was dazed. She didn’t move nor made any attempt to undress. One of the men silently came near me and pulled me up holding my hair. I screamed “No” and stood up not able to bear the pain. His hand suddenly lifted my nighty and tried to grope between my thighs. I screamed out and tried to wriggle free. Another was going near my sister. My mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, No, I will undress”. Frantically she tried to remove her nighty over her head. She had no bra, no panty, just a petticoat which came to just above her knees. Her 34 sized breasts were heaving wildly probably out of fright. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible from inside the petticoat. She had a bit thick thighs while her behind was full. She stood there in her petticoat. But he wanted her to remove even that. She really had no choice. She pulled the petticoat with trembling hands over her head. There she stood naked before all of us. Even I couldn’t stop appreciating her body. It had very little fat on it. Well carved, full and ripe. Her eyes were looking down out of shame. There was some hair around her pelvic region. She just stood there like a statue. Whether she really believed these guys will leave me out or was it that she lost her power to think rationally or is it that she was desperate and trying to gain time hoping something will happen in the meanwhile. At that moment I know that they will fuck all three of us. My knees went weak with this realization. I collapsed back on the bed. I was trembling with the realization of what was to come. I was worried about my sister. She probably didn’t realize what was to come or even understand what happened when they fuck her. Meanwhile the man barked another command to my mother, “Undress me”, this time there was no mistaking. My mother was now beyond shock. She mechanically undid his pant, unzipping him and then removed his shirt. He was stark naked. Black, stout, muscular and his organ was very thick. It was erect and there were a few drops of pre cum on its head. It was crooked. He told her to caress it. Her little palms went over it and caressed it delicately afraid he would get angry.

It grew in size with her caressing, becoming thicker and longer. “Hold my balls bitch” he was almost whispering. My mother held his balls and delicately caressed them. I looked at her face. The eyes were closed. Her face was impassive. He suddenly pulled her face towards him and started chewing her lower lip. Her body shook. Her hand tightened around his thick dick. Is she losing control over herself or was she trying to please him hoping he wouldn’t hurt her.

He was becoming restless. His body probably never felt this delicate touch. He looked straight out of gutters. His face rough with a scar extending down his left cheek. His hand moved over my mother’s stomach and was caressing it lightly. Then it moved up and held her left nipple and was lightly playing with it. I observed the nipple becoming hard. Then his other hand went down between her thighs. They were shut tightly. My mother probably understood his intention and separated them a little allowing his hand to move there. His finger poked and I guessed it must have made some inroads though I couldn’t see it. My mother’s face was flushing and her breath became heavy. I knew he was trying to arouse her and she was trying to control her feelings. Probably she wished he just bangd her brutally instead of arousing her before her daughters. This man looked a brute but he had a way with women. I chided myself for these feelings. I wished this is over quickly. I knew I am getting wet down there observing this stimulating performance. Suddenly he told her to lie on the bed. My mother stepped back and quietly sat at first and then moved up, he said, “No, just lie on the edge” I didn’t understand what he meant but she understood. She moved to the edge her waist up was on the bed while her legs were hanging down the bed. He held her legs up as if he is a performer exhibiting his magic. He moved them apart. There I could see for the first time the often described love hole of my mother. It was open. The lips spread a bit. But it wasn’t large. How he is going to send the dick into it?(END OF PART 1)

Ramesh_Rocky · 13-04-2019, 04:24 PM

MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (PART 2)
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It was pink with hair on both sides. Her stomach was flat, her breasts now just spread a bit. Her eyes were closed. Probably she was anticipating that he will now get in. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet. My sister just put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. He moved between her legs. I couldn’t take off my eyes from the unfolding fuck. He held his thick penis near the opening of my mother’s pussy. It was really ugly to look at. A real monster. He poked the head between the vaginal lips as if clearing the way. Then unexpectedly he lounged forward with full force, I didn’t know what exactly happened, because his back obstructed my view, but my mother screamed, I never heard her scream that way, it was heart rendering, it was like an animal
wailing loudly. “NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I understood he must have ploughed in tearing her apart. Her legs were flaying desperately to relieve the pain. He was bent over her. Probably he wanted this position to penetrate her fully at one stroke. Being a science student I knew this posture allowed him maximum penetration. Her hands were desperately trying to push him back as her waist was totally crushed by his weight. His hands held her hands and pushed them over her head. He was half bent over her. His mouth went near the right nipple and he started nibbling it holding it lightly between his teeth. She was totally under his control. Every muscle in her body dominated by his counter part, crushing them and taking a lot of pleasure out of it. I saw his waist moving very slowly. What is he doing? I think my mother tried to adjust herself to the implanted monster inside her. She was desperately trying to move her waist to make the way as smooth as possible. He again moved inside but slowly, he knew he had dominated her, that she is at his mercy. I saw glee on his face. I could see him only from one side. “You will enjoy this baby, you will enjoy this ride into heavens” he was muttering aloud. He started moving in and out slowly. His movement, controlled and rhythmic. He freed her hands and one of his hands went down trying something between her thighs. What is he doing I wondered. I didn’t know that he was holding my mother’s clit and caressing it while he stopped all movement for some time. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but the lips were partially open, her legs were now on his back. Her hands were tightly gripping the pillow. What happened to her? There is no mark of pain anywhere? Just a few moments back she shouted as if she was about to die. Then I knew the man is not only dominating her but is also totally controlling her. His play with her clit probably aroused my mother, she was desperately trying to regain her control but unable to hold back, her waist moved a bit upwards as if it wanted him. He knew he had conquered her. He moved in for the kill. He gave one strong thrust and my mother moaned

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA” and she thrust her waist up, “good girl” he complimented her. Have the suppressed sexual feelings unleashed now? I know now it is no longer bang. She is enjoying it and wanted more. He moved in with quick deep thrusts each thrust eliciting an unsuppressed moan from my mother. The sounds were meaningless. Did she realize we were there? Her waist is now trying to match him. Her legs entwined his waist. He was feeling cramped. He removed her legs from around his waist and put them on his shoulders. I realized now it is going to be something different. There is no protest from my mother. Her eyes closed tightly not wanting to look at us. He went in with deep thrusts heaving my mother. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm with his thrusts and she moaned loudly “Godddddddd”. Did she ever have this experience before? She tried to hold his shoulders to stop herself from being pushed up the bed. He pulled her down a bit and bent down to take her lips. Her legs were bent up with her knees almost touching her shoulders. She was spread it out like a whore. Her waist rose unnaturally. He started pumping her like a piston moving fast. He covered her lips with her, her moans were now muffled. What I saw really upset me. Oh god he made my mother into a real slut before our eyes. I looked at my sister, I was surprised to see her looking at my mother with wonder in her eyes. There was no fear in them now. I felt my hand moving unconsciously towards my pussy, I knew it was damn wet there. His thrusts became stronger, the whole bed was shaking a bit, I saw my mother free her lips from his, she was breathing heavily, her hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. Her waist was trying to move fast. Something was welling up inside her. I realized she is reaching her orgasm. Oh my god I thought, she is actually going to cum in a bang. Then came the sound, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, NOoooooooooo” and her body gave a mighty jerk and became stiff. She was not allowing him to move. He too stopped. Probably he was gloating over his conquest. In a few seconds my mother’s body became limp. He withdrew from her. His pole still erect, hungry and glistening with the liquids. He looked at her and ordered, “Now that’s enough slut, get up and suck me”. Why didn’t he cum inside her? Is he exhibiting that he is the master of the situation and that she is his slave? My mother got up unwillingly; she might want to lie down for some time to savor her orgasm. But he thrust his black thick pole towards her. I understood that by making her lick and suck her own juices he is taking a lot of pleasure in the very act itself. Her tongue slowly licked his pole of all her juices and then he went in to her mouth smoothly. This time there was no choking. My mother moved her mouth all over his pole. Her head moving up and down on his pole. Her hair was loose now. Her face was totally covered by her hair. We could only see the movement. She was moving very fast, probably to make him cum fast. He realized that and held her head to slow down. He held her head still and started fucking her as if it was all that mattered to him. Again his rod was hitting the throat and causing pain, he was oblivious to that, his pace increased, probably he was about to cum, and as suddenly he stopped, he told her to lie on the bed. “spread your legs, bitch” he ordered, he mounted her and gave a deep strong thrust that again brought a moan out of my mother’s throat. Then he vigorously fucked her a few times, it was clear he was going to cum, and then we heard the strange sound, “take it rich bitch, now you have my seed inside you” and with that he clung to her. His jerks slowed down. We could see the white liquid tickling down my mother’s thighs. She neither moved nor said anything. I looked at the other two and was shocked to see that one of them was filming the whole thing. Did my mother observe this? What are they going to do with the film? As I was wondering about this I saw the other tall person reach the bed. The one who mounted her so far already was up and lighting a cigarette.

He said, “The bitch is tight”. I looked at the 2nd person. His limp penis is now erect again. He said to no one in particular, I’ll take the girl. “Oh god” I know he meant me. He casually stepped out of his jeans and walked up to me. My mother suddenly realized what was about to happen and screamed “No, don’t touch her”. Then there was derisive laughter all around. The one who was coming for me said, “Whore, you enjoyed the fuck, why do you want to deny the pleasure to your girl” and he pulled me up. My mother tried to get up and come between us, but the one who neared her slapped her hard and said in a threatening voice, “If we don’t fuck, we will kill” She was taken aback. She tried to plead, but the one who was filming said quietly, “do you think we will leave without fucking all of you, if you cooperate it will cause no hurt, and we will help your husband to get out from the jail also, other wise you will be hurt and anyway we will fuck you the whole night”. She was aghast at what to do. Oh my god, I thought my sister will be bangd and still she is a child, what will happen to her.

The one who came near me just lifted my nighty and out of fear I raised my hands allowing him to take it out and he threw it aside. I had a panty and a petticoat. He stepped back and looked at me. Every one said I looked beautiful. I had a breast that pointed out and the 32 size attracted immediate attention. I exercised regularly and my body showed it. He told me to remove my panty. I was hesitant but slowly I removed my panty. Now only the petticoat was covering my fair body. Unknowingly my nips felt hard. My mother was open mouthed. He went back and sat on the other bed. He told me to come and sit between his legs. What’s his plan? I wondered. Why isn’t he throwing down on the bed. He siganalled the other to go ahead with my mother. The tall man was naked by this time. He told my mother to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed. I was sitting between the leg and his rod was rubbing over the back of my neck. It was a strange sensation to feel that monster which will in a while tear me apart. I was a virgin and I know that it will be very painful when it penetrates me. My couldn’t grasp what he is about to do. He separated the ass cheeks of my mother. I understood his intention. He is going to fuck her ass hole. I read about it. Oh god I thought, will she stand it. He asked my sister to give him any liquid lotion. She gave a bottle and he poured it over her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her ass hole. When my mother understood his intention she cried out, “NOOOOOOO, NNOT THERE”

And tried to turn, but he gave her a blow between her shoulders which made her slump on the bed. His penis was a bit small when compared to others probably 7 inches but it was as thick. He bent down and placed it near her hole and pushed. It must be very painful for she was screaming at the top of her lungs. We couldn’t see it clearly but probably her sphincter must have been torn. He paid little attention to her screams. I could feel the rod at my back becoming hot and restless. It must be giving him a kick. His hand was on my left breast. He was caressing it and slowly pinching my nip. His other hand was rubbing my shoulder. My mother’s screams were now muffled. He was moving in and out slowly as if he cared a lot about her pain. In a few moments there were no screams at all. He was increasing the pace. His strokes were pushing her forward and she was smashing the bed. His hands moved and were holding the two breasts as if for support. He was crushing them. I heard muffled painful moans. Then one of his hands went under her. I don’t know what happened but in a few moments my mother started moaning and her waist was pushing back. Was he holding her clit? The pressure on my nipples increased. He pulled me up and made me sit in his lap. Now the rock hard thing was touching my ass.
He whispered in my ears, “Your mother is a real fucker, see how she is raising her ass hole” his breath was over my ears. It was heavy. His body was touching me, his hand slowly slid down to my thigh. It was rubbing over it and it was producing some strange sensations in my body. His tongue was licking my ear. His hand pushed my petticoat up and was groping for the opening or rather he was lightly rubbing the whole area. The latent fires in my body were stoked. I was trying hard to keep still but it was proving an impossible task. I looked at my sister. She was alone and looking at my mother and me alternatively. My mother seemed to have lost all sense of the situation. She was moaning “yes, yessss, hold it, goddd”, his hand was still under her. Probably her clit is too sensitive and she will lose herself if that is touched. Now his thrusts were powerful and deep, still she was responding. The white delicate body of my mother under the dark muscular body of him was surreal. She was rich and educated, he was black, rough. He was supposing to be banging her, but no one who witnessed it would call that a bang.

Her thrusts and moans have made me shed my inhibitions, any way my body was responding to his caressing. His hands were now roaming freely everywhere. My body wanted something (END OF PART 2)

Ramesh_Rocky · 13-04-2019, 04:25 PM

MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (LAST PART)

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more. My hand gripped his hand. My grip probably conveyed the urge building in my body. He took my hand and placed it on his thick hot penis. “My god” I whispered to myself. To feel it was totally electric. It seemed life was pulsating in it. It seemed much bigger than I imagined. He made me move my hands move over it. His breath becoming much thicker. His finger went into my love hole. I gasped as he separated the vaginal lips. Small tremors ran all over my body. His finger was playing with the vaginal tip. I moved my waist. My body wanted something more. It went a bit deeper probing it. I wanted it to go much deeper. Suddenly his fingers caught my clit and squeezed it slightly. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the sound escaped my lips. It was exhilarating. All my nerves seemed to be jumping up and down. I squeezed my thighs. “What do you want baby?” he whispered in my ears. Suddenly I came out of my reverie, I opened my eyes and found my mother urging the man to go deeper she was almost shouting “deeper, deeper, more deeper………you bustard fuck me more deeper”
“goddddd, I am commmingggggggggg” she was sprawled on the bed. The man stopped for a brief moment and again started riding her. There seemed some urgency in his fucking. Then he banged into her and clung to her. His thick semen oozing out onto the bed sliding down my mother’s thighs. She didn’t get up. Just stayed there flat on her stomach. He slowly got up and said in a low voice, “She is a real bitch”. He made me get up and took me to the bed on which my mother was sprawled and my sister was sitting. From her looks I understood that my sister is aroused. There is neither shame nor fear in her looks. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together. The one with camera handed it to the dark one who fucked my mother and went near my sister. I was thrown on the bed, my petticoat over my waist. He tore the petticoat in the middle and I was stark naked. Again fear cropped up inside me. My mother by now was up and looking dazed. He came over me and told me to spread my legs. I spread them hesitatingly. He came between my legs and his hand went to my pussy. He held the clit and started squeezing it again. The fires roared again. I gasped and my lips opened partially. He bent down and started chewing my left nip lightly. My body was in convulsions. I know I was wet down there. All that I saw made me horny like never before. I wanted him to ride me, maul me. My body wanted some kind of punishment. My hands held his head. I wanted him to push that bloody pole inside me and plough me deep. He was not coming. He just went down and I felt his breath down there. It was exhilarating. His tongue was flicking at my vaginal lips like a snake does. “Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I moaned loudly. I pressed his head towards my pussy. His tongue went to my clit teasing it, lightly rubbing it. I lost all control and my legs went round his head and I almost screamed, “FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE”. He seemed to want to hear this. I knew everyone must have been shocked. Then he seemed to adjust his pole near my hole. I could sense it. It was groping for the opening and found it. By this time I was so wet it wouldn’t be difficult for him send it in. It glided in. My body felt some kind of relief. I wanted him to have the whole cunt and tried to spread as wide as possible. He thrust in. it went in a few inches and found an obstruction. “So you are a virgin” he said aloud. I didn’t want to reply. He poked around and with a mighty thrust tore my hymen and implanted himself. A searing pain went around my vagina. I screamed “Muuuummmyyy…….” which is what I shout whenever in pain. I felt a soft hand holding my palm and knew my mother was there. I didn’t want to look at her. He moved back a bit and my body reacted in a very unnatural way. It didn’t want the black rod withdrawn. My walls tried to tighten around it preventing its withdrawal.

He kept quiet for a while allowing my pain to die down. In a few moments the pain was gone. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. He was like a king who conquered a new territory. And he started with slow jerks, each one sending his rod a bit inside. Each one rubbing my walls and producing electric shocks all over my body. He was slow, he was savoring his conquest or he wanted me to enjoy the fuck. I could feel my walls stretching and stretching to allow him to mount me. I raised my legs and he thrust strongly. Some sounds escaped my lips. He was still only two thirds in. He wanted to fully penetrate me. So he was giving strong deep thrusts. My body was moving up and down with his thrusts. Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand leaving me. I turned to look at her. The fourth of the group, the tallest of all the three was stark naked and threw her on the bed. He was pulling her legs roughly. I heard my mother pleading with him, “That is enough, I can’t take more, please leave me”, he laughed at her and flaunted his penis before her eyes. “Have you seen a bigger one?” I looked at it and was dumbfounded. It was really big. Much bigger than the three I saw today. More than 10 inches, the thought flashed in me. He threw himself on her and with a mighty thrust planted himself inside her.
“AMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA” my mother screamed. Her hand again found mine. We clasped together and started enjoying the fuck. I was aroused beyond any limit. I wanted deep thrusts. My mother was in pleasure and pain with the huge monster tearing her. The captain of the team riding me mockingly told me “that bitch mother of yours will beg for more, don’t worry” and thrust deep. My whole body shook still I didn’t want to leave my mother’s hand. His pole almost inside me. He moved it and it rubbed on my clit. I wanted to hold him with both my hands but my mother was clutching mine in a hard grip. I pulled it free and held his shoulders. My mother was not happy to release my hand. She needs my hand to bear the unbearable pleasure she is having. She took one of my breasts in his hand and started to molest it for support. My fucker was now in a ravaging mood. My clit was rubbing hard against his thick rod. I felt many sensations building inside me. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but he was thrusting deeply and rhythmically. I could feel my walls stretching and closing with each thrust and withdrawal. To my surprise I was moaning loudly. Each thrust eliciting “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” from me without my knowledge. He bent down and bit my nips, this time not lightly, I felt pain, but didn’t show it. My other breast was very badly getting molested by my mom’s hand.

He again bit them applying more pressure. “ Pleaaaase” I shouted. Probably he wanted to hear this. He held both my legs and went deep, almost crushing me beneath his weight. His rod crushing my clit. Some thing welled up inside. A series of pleasure waves broke through and came to surface shaking my body with them. All my muscles stiffened to trap the pleasure inside them. “Oh my godddddddddddddd” I cried aloud and stiffened. I realized it was the orgasm that I read. It was nothing like I read. Much more beautiful, I wanted it to last forever. He stopped. My orgasm reached the peak and I was clutching him hard. Slowly it ebbed and faded leaving me limp and weak and crumpled.

I opened my eyes and looked at him thankfully for the very wonderful experience. I forgot about my mother and my sister all the while. Nothing was there in my mind. Slowly I regained my control and looked around. The biggest penis was riding her non stop. My mother stopped screaming and she was in fact moaning. But this time her body seemed tired. It was passively receiving the thrusts. Her one hand was still molesting one of my soft breasts for support.

I turned and looked at my sister. What a shock it was to me. My sister was without her nighty. She was sucking the cock of the Mr. Singh She was doing it willfully. He was moaning.

The captain started his ride again. I gave up my body to him and passively received his thrusts. I wanted him to cum fast. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But it was not to be. He took a long time to cum. My body got bruised. When finally he came I was relieved. Meanwhile my mother had another orgasm again as predicted. He too came inside. I turned aside to sleep. But I was foolish. There was Mr. Singh waiting, immediately he got inside and fucked me like a mad buffalo. I screamed, moaned and finally came. Then they stopped for some time. They opened beer bottles and smoked. Everything was quiet for at list 3-4 hours. I think I dozed for a few hours too. Then I heard a shriek. I opened my eyes and tried to find from where the sound came. But I was unable to determine the source of the sound. Then I tuned my head and found my mom was lying beside me. I was surprised to see mom was laughing and chatting with the dark man while breast feeding Mr. Singh. I asked my mom about the shriek. She said something to me without looking at me. I asked her again. She turned her head and said “Sunil is doing your sister in the other room”. I asked what? Mom winked at me and using her fingers made me understood that she was getting screwed. Then she turned her head back to the black man and continued chatting with him while Mr. Singh was busy sucking her breast quietly.(END)

Ramesh_Rocky · 13-04-2019, 04:26 PM

posted up to 5th page

raj500265 · 14-04-2019, 12:13 AM

nice colection

raj500265 · 14-04-2019, 12:14 AM

supperb one

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:30 PM

First time lover for my wife

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Stacy and I had been married for nine years and were very much in love. We have 2 children. Elder Stuart is 6 years old and little Emma is just 24 months old. I had always been secretly turned on by the thought of Stacy having sex with another guy but had not mentioned it to her as I did not think it was a subject that would impress her. I had once had a dream in which she had been mesmerized by a guy in a wedding party at a hotel and had wandered off with him to his room where he seduced her while I had been powerless to do anything about it.

Although feeling as if I had a belly full of butterflies I did feel incredibly horny but I don't remember feeling any jealousy.

While were making love one day Stacy said that it would be hot if I was kissing her as someone else fucked her, she later wondered why she had suggested it and hoped that I hadn't been offended. Offended? I'd felt incredibly horny, and I told her. This opened the door for further ideas and fantasies.

In the late nineties, Stacy and I began visiting a bar we hadn't been to very often; I didn't call very often as I used to be quite busy in the early evenings so Stacy began spending more of her time there on her own. Inevitably, a guy in the bar began to close in on her and talk to her about musical interests that they shared. The more she told me, the more the butterflies in my belly fluttered.

Stacy liked to keep in shape by swimming and visiting the gym; as a result she had and still has a lovely curvy shape which always turns heads. One evening a few months later, she come home several hours later than usual. I was not worried or annoyed by this, just curious. When she told me she'd been back to Stave's house I felt tingles of excitement course through my body.

Stave was the guy who had been hitting on her in the bar, there had been a few other guys who had been making an attempt to get to know her but Stave, being a musician had been the one who had lit her fire.

Back at Stave's and after a few beers and some soft romantic music she had begun to melt and they had kissed. At this point she felt she was being unfaithful to me and decided to leave. She didn't feel guilty, but she worried that although we had broached the subject of her kissing and fucking another guy, talking about and doing were two different things.

Stacy was greatly relieved when I kissed her and patted her ass after telling her I felt quite turned on by the fact that she had been kissing another guy, we undressed and made love on the floor, twice.

Stacy continued to call back to Stave's for a beer, some kissing and to listen to his music on a regular basis while I began to realize that I had a loving faithful wife who liked to flirt but no more.

The musical evenings at Stave's had been going on for some time when Stacy came home one night at around 1am. I was lying in bed and smiled at her as she began to undress, my heart nearly skipped a beat when she looked at me and said -

"How do you fancy spunking where someone else did twenty minutes ago?"

"Did you fuck him?" I asked her,

"Yup" she replied.

Stacy got on the bed with me and told me what had happened.

Back at Stave's she had been feeling quite horny and had taken his guitar from him and began to kiss him, their passion for each other was rising so Stacy suggested that they go upstairs. Stave asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go to his bedroom, she kissed him, squeezed his cock and wandered upstairs.

As they undressed each other he told her that he didn't have a condom, but as he was just out of a relationship and didn't sleep around Stacy said she didn't think that she had anything to worry about, and on the children front, she was fixed.

In bed they didn't spend much time on foreplay, Stave and Stacy now both naked kissed and held each other's bodies. Stave rolled onto Stacy and felt her magnificent breasts press into his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair and squeezed her hot juicy ass in his other hand; Stacy raised her legs up and hooked her feet over Stave's lower back.

As they kissed she reached down to his hard cock and began to stroke it, she guessed it was about seven inches, which would make it just over an inch shorter than mine - my wife is in bed with another man and guiding his cock into her wet willing and wanting pussy, and I'm feeling hornier than I've ever felt in my life as she tells me.

Stave began to move back and forth and up and down which made his cock press on Stacy's clit and the top of her opening pussy as she kept it pressing on her sensitive areas of pleasure. Together they held his cock, and without speaking did guide it into her tight wet slit. They barely moved initially, concentrating on getting his cock deep inside her while gaining as much pleasure as possible without moving much.

The slow steady full length strokes of Stave's cock became slightly faster after a few minutes as Stacys became wetter and slacker, they kissed deeply and held each other tightly as their lovemaking became more passionate with the rising heat of their bodies, Stacy's long dark hair had fanned out on the bed but as they kissed she pulled it over and around Stave's head, their steady lovemaking was becoming a hard fast fuck as Stave's cock filled Stacy's wanting pussy, they held each other tightly as the heat of their loving rose -

"I'm gonna cum..shall I pull out..?"

Stave asked Stacy,

"Cum inside me, spunk in me, fill me full of your spunk..."

Stacy told him.

As he steadied his thrusts Stacy could feel his cock begin to stiffen even more, she felt it swell as he took shorter strokes which kept his cock deep inside her, the waves of pleasure which had been washing over her were now tidal waves of sexual ecstasy which were coursing through her pussy as Stave pushed his cock deep inside her and came. Stacy felt the wetness of his cum fill her as he continued to make small movements while keeping his cock buried inside her, their breathing was getting back to normal, Stave stayed on top of Stacy as his cock was still semi-stiff and inside her while as a result of the exercising that she does her muscles are well toned and she began to give little squeezes to his cock from inside .

Stave could not believe his luck, the woman he had fancied for so long had instigated the hot sex they had just enjoyed for the past twenty minutes and was now gripping his eager willing cock. Stacy pushed Stave off and pulled him upward, Stacy shuffled herself into a low sitting position on the pillows as Stave straddled her, she pulled his stiffening wet cock up over her wonderful breasts and up to her mouth. Stave was awestruck when Stacy took his spunky cum covered cock in her mouth, she began to lick suck and swallow his spunk each time his cock slid into her mouth, she could feel his balls tighten, he was really turned on.

Stacy pushed him back down while holding his now rigid cock and looked him in the eye as she opened her legs for him. Stave pushed practically fell into her soaking cum filled pussy and within two minutes he was spunking in my wife once more.

Almost immediately Stacy was on her feet and getting dressed, Stave's cum filled her knickers before she could get her jeans up her legs.

"It's late" said Stave, "what will you tell your husband?"

Stacy smiled at him and told him -

"I'll tell him something. You don’t need to worry about it. I will manage him!"

I rolled onto Stacy, she took my iron hard cock in her small hand and placed it at her hot wet entrance, I fell into her spunky pussy, hot, wet, slack and spunky. Full of another man's cum. Another man had just taken my wife into his bed and fucked her, he'd cum inside her, quite a lot too it would seem, then he'd put his cum covered cock in my sweet wife's mouth until it was hard again and fucked her once more, he'd cum in her twice in a short space of time...

As we kissed I realized that his cum is on her mouth and over her face, his cum is covering my shaft as it slides in and out of her slack soaking hole, her legs are wrapped around me as I push my cock deep inside her, she gasps and whispers in my ear -

"Spunk in me, cum in me, just like Stave has"

I came inside my sweet beautiful wife four times, on that first night of her fucking.

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:31 PM

MY MODEST WIFE (PART1)

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My wife Jean and I met eight years ago at a party at a mutual friends house. We dated for about a year before we decided to get married. We have been married for seven years and I feel the same way about Jean now as I did the day we married. Jean is five feet eight inches tall, has beautiful dark brown eyes and has shoulder length dark brown almost black hair. She has sexy legs and beautiful breasts.

Jean has always been modest. The only time I ever see her nude is during sex, which, by the way, she is very good at. If I am in the bathroom shaving or showering Jean will wait till I am done before doing what she needs to do in the bathroom. When she changes for bed if I am in the bedroom, she’ll use the bathroom or go into her closet and close the door. Because of Jean’s modesty I found myself playing games to try and catch a peek at her body any chance I got. A little peek up her skirt here, a look down her blouse there, or just walk in to the bathroom when she’s in there. The last method seldom works as she usually locks the door while she baths or uses the toilet.

A couple of years ago I found a way I could spy on Jean and see what she was doing in almost any room down stairs. Our house is about 30 years old and I had to replace the furnace two years ago. When I did I installed a combined heating and air conditioning unit that sits in the attic. This required that I also put in all new ductwork. I pulled out all of the old heating ducts but left the old registers, which I planned to cover over later. All of the old registers for the first floor were in the center of the house. So as I was standing on step ladder removing the last of the heating ducts from the first floor registers I found that by looking through the old register vents I could see into the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, with very little effort.

I was just about to go back upstairs when I heard the garage door open. I decided to test my view and sat quietly as Jean came into the house. When she came into the kitchen I found that I had a better than expected view. Jean was wearing a short dress and from the angle I was looking up from I could see half way up her thigh. As she walked toward the living room she had to pass almost directly over the register. I was holding my breath hoping that she wouldn’t look down and see me. She didn’t see anything but I did. I got an up skirt view that gave me an instant hard on. The peek only lasted a couple of seconds but that was enough to make me hot.

Jean went through the living room and around the corner to hall that went to the bathroom and our bedroom. Jean went into the bathroom. I had to turn around to see into the bathroom register and when I looked in Jean was standing in front of the sink looking into the mirror. She brushed the hair away from her eyes with her hand then walked over to the toilet. Now for the first time ever I was going to see Jean peeing. As I watched from below Jean lifted her dress, pulled down her panty hose and then her panties, which was exciting me to no end. Then as I watched her creamy ass cheeks as she sat down I had to pull my cock out of my pants to relieve the discomfort my hard on was causing me. When I heard the sound of her piss splashing into the toilet it just added to my excitement. When her stream stopped she took a handful of toilet paper and cleaned herself. Then she bent down and pulled her pantyhose the rest of the way off. As she stood and pulled her panties up she turned away from me giving me a great view of her firm ass.

Jean let her dress drop back in place, picked up her pantyhose and headed out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. As she entered the room she was already unzipping her dress and pulling it over her head. Now she was in just her bra and panties. I couldn’t remember any time, other than when we were having sex, seeing my wife take her clothes off and I was as turned on seeing my wife in her bra and panties now, as I was the first time we had sex. Next Jean removed the bra exposing her beautiful tits. It took all my restraint to keep myself from running upstairs right then and throwing her on the bed taking her. I continued watching as Jean removed her panties. I admired her beautiful sexy body as she put her panties, pantyhose and bra in the laundry hamper and put her dress on a hanger and hung it in the closet. Finally she put on a fresh pair of panties her favorite pair of baggy shorts and a loose sweatshirt.

After Jean was dressed she took the hamper to the laundry room and started a load of wash. I took that opportunity to sneak out of the basement and come back into the house through the garage.

When I came into the house I found Jean back in the bedroom. She was sitting on
the bed folding laundry. I was so horny I had to get laid soon. I sat behind Jean and began
kissing her on the neck. Luckily she must have been in the mood because she responded
by turning to me and giving me a deep tongue kiss that almost made my toes curl.
I put my arms around Jean and lifted her sweatshirt high enough to expose her beautiful tits (she was braless). I pushed Jean back onto the bed and began licking and sucking on her nipples until she began moaning and breathing hard. We both started stripping our clothes off. As soon as we were both naked I went back to her tits and started working my way down to the fluffy triangle of hair between her legs. As I kissed and licked my way through the dark downy hair I could smell the heady sent that her pussy gives off when Jean is very horny. Finally as I slipped my tongue into the slit in her mound I could taste the sexual juices that were beginning to coat the outer edges of her lips. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could and sucked up as much of her juices as I could. Within five minutes Jean erupted into orgasm clamping her thighs tightly to the sides of my head. As her orgasm subsided Jean released the vise like grip she had on my head. As Jean was recovering her composure I climbed up on top of her and shoved my rock hard cock into her sloppy wet pussy. The sensation of her hot pussy wrapped around my cock and the long hard strokes I was taking brought me to orgasm very quickly. When I was done I collapsed on top of Jean and we both lay there for a while. When we were sufficiently recovered we went to our bedroom and made love slowly for another hour then we went to sleep.

One night after we had been married a couple of years, I was teasing Jean about how modest she was and we were both laughing about it when I said, “Who was the first guy to see you naked other than your father?” Jean blushed and turned away. She was still laughing but she didn’t say anything, so I asked her again.

Then she looked at me and said, “How do you know you weren’t the first?”

I replied “You weren’t exactly a virgin when we met.”

Jean smiled at me and said, “Well this should shock you. Before you I had sex with one guy one time and I never removed my clothes. I didn’t even take my panties off. You are the only man that has seen me naked since the last time my father gave me a bath when I was about six.”

Later that night as Jean lay next to me sleeping I started imagining her in the back seat of a car, fully clothed, dress up around her hips, panties pulled to the side and some guy’s dick in her. Boy some special night. Suddenly I imagined Jean naked in bed with the same guy fucking her. This vision gave me an intense reaction. I got an erection as these images past through my mind. I was so aroused after a while that I couldn't sleep and I had to go into the bathroom and jerk off.

After that night the image of some guy fucking my naked wife kept recurring. I was beginning to become obsessed with the image. I began to wonder if my wife would ever take her clothes off in front of another man or even more to the point would she ever fuck another man. Thinking about the possibility of my wife having sex with another man always put a knot in my stomach but it also always gave me an erection.

As often happens when you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep, you come up with an idea. It’s not always a good idea but at 3:00 AM it seems like a stroke of genius. Well that’s what happened to me. While lying awake it came to me that I should find out if a stranger could seduce my wife. Mainly I wanted to see if he could get her to strip naked in front of him and then have sex with him.

I decided right then that good idea or not, I was going to find out. The difficult part would be finding the right person to attempt the seduction. I say attempt because I didn’t think anyone could seduce her. After much thought I decided on one of the guys on my bowling team. His name was Ray and the reason I chose him was that he had the reputation of being a Don Juan. I remember one night at bowling the guys were asking Ray about his sexual prowess and I asked him if he had banged any of the ladies that were in the bowling alley that night. Ray looked around and said, “Yea, I see at least six women that I have fucked at least once. Three work here and the other three are wives of guys who bowl on this league.” From this I knew that all I had to do to get Ray to try to seduce my wife was to arrange for them to be alone together.

In setting this up I didn’t want anyone to know what I was planning. Not the guys I bowl with, not Ray, and certainly not my wife. I just wanted to put things in motion and see what would happen and I wanted to keep the results to myself. One good thing about using Ray was that he was going to be moving away in a few weeks so I wouldn’t have to worry about running into him when I’m with Jean.

The following week at bowling I set my plan in motion. Ray is a locksmith by trade so I asked Ray if he could come over to my house on Saturday and put new locks on the front
and back doors. This request would not raise any eyebrows as I had often discussed having new locks installed and Ray had always said, “Just let me know when you want it done”. Ray told me the two locks I wanted with the labor to install them would cost about $220. I agreed to the price and Ray said he would be at my house at 10:00AM Saturday.

When I got home that night I told Jean that I made an appointment to get the locks
changed on Saturday but that I wouldn’t be home. I told her that my boss and I were
taking a client out golfing so I would be gone most of the day. Jean said that was
okay, she was planning to do some shopping but that could wait till after the locksmith left.

Friday evening came and I was nervous. I worried that Ray might not even try to seduce
Jean. I worried that Ray would seduce Jean. My feelings about what I was planning were very confused but when I thought about what I might see it made my dick hard. While I was sitting there stewing Jean fell asleep on the couch so although I was horny I didn’t get laid that night.

Saturday morning I got up and dressed for golf. Jean was just sitting down at the kitchen table with here first cup of coffee when I left at about 8:00AM. I drove around the block and parked my car on the street. Then I walked through the woods behind our house being careful to not let Jean see me from a window. When I got to the house I crept down into the basement and quietly got onto my ladder. A quick look around spotted Jean, still in her nightgown, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the paper. The way she was sitting gave me a view up under her nightgown all the way up to her panties. As I stared at her crotch I began to wonder if I was going to see another man removing her panties and putting his cock inside my beautiful wife. Now I had a major hard on again.

For the next hour and a half I spied on Jean as she walked around the house doing her cleaning and then stripping her nightgown and panties off and getting into the shower. And finally getting dressed in her favorite baggy shorts and sweat shirt. I wished she would have worn something sexier but I had no control over what she wore.

It was almost exactly 10:00 when the doorbell rang. Jean greeted Ray at the door and let
him in. She showed him the two locks that were to be changed and he said it would take him about an hour to finish up. Jean said “I am going to go about my business then, if you need anything just shout.” With that Jean went into the bedroom. She went into her closet and out of my site when she came back it looked like she was carrying a blouse and skirt. She laid them on the bed and removed her sweatshirt and shorts. Then she went to her dresser and got out a bra. She put the bra on then went back to the bed and picked up the blouse she had gotten from the closet and put it on. It was just a casual white blouse that buttoned up the front but it fit loosely around the top. Next Jean put on a short pink pleated skirt. It was beginning to look as though Jean was planning to leave to go shopping the minute Ray finished changing the locks. I was disappointed but also a little relieved.

When Jean had her hair just the way she wanted it she went back out to the kitchen where Ray was now installing the second lock. As she passed over the register I got a great view of her beautiful legs and panties. When she walked past Ray I saw him take a very long look at her beginning at her legs and going up her body to her face. Jean got herself a cup of coffee and offered one to Ray. Ray turned it down saying he might take her up on that when he was finished installing this lock. Jean sat at the kitchen table with her coffee and picked up the newspaper. The way Jean was sitting she was showing a lot of leg under the table and as I was looking through a register at floor level and Ray was sitting on the floor working on the lock we both had a perfect view. As Jean sat reading she occasionally move her legs sometimes giving us a view of her panties. I was beginning to get horny and by the look on Ray’s face he was feeling the same way.

When Ray finished installing the lock in the kitchen he packed up his tools and washed his hands in the sink. Then he said, “I’d like that cup of coffee now if the offer still stands.”

Jean said “Of course” and got up and poured Ray a cup. Jean sat back down at the table
and started making small talk about an article in the paper. Ray came over and stood behind Jean looking over her shoulder as if he was looking at the article she was discussing. Actually he was peeking down the front of her blouse. The view must have been getting to him because I saw him at least twice adjust the position of cock to make it more comfortable.

Jean put the paper down and leaned over to get her purse from the chair next to her, exposing her tits to Ray even more. As she retrieved her pursed she said, “Now that was $220 right?”

Ray stammered slightly as he said “Aaah yayayes, $220”. At that moment Jean looked up and caught Ray staring down her blouse.

Jean said, “What are you looking at? Are you looking inside my blouse? You are aren’t you?”

I thought ‘oh shit, Ray fucked up. He can’t recover gracefully from this.’

Ray said, “Why yes I was. I’m sorry but I just couldn’t help myself. Your breasts are beautiful. I saw them by accident but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I hope you can understand. It’s just that I haven’t seen breasts that perfect in size and shape. If you hadn't caught me I would probably still be looking at them.”

Then Jean replied “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well then, how about money?”

“What do you mean how about money?”

“Well, what if I give you $20 off the cost of installing the locks would you forget my bad
manners?”

“$20? Well OK, I guess that would help.”

“What if I give you $50, would you remove your blouse?”

“Are you crazy, offering me money to expose myself to you?”

“Technically I have already seen the top of your breasts and you agreed to a price of $20 for that viewing. All I am asking for is a better view of those lovely tits of yours.”

“If you think it’s worth $20 dollars to peek at my breasts down the front of my blouse don’t you think it should be worth more that $30 more for me to take my blouse off?”

“Well yea, after all, you still have your bra on. OK, how about $75, and you remove your blouse and your bra?”

Jean was quiet for a minute then she said “Sit down”. Ray moved a kitchen chair to face Jean and sat in it. Jean unbuttoned her blouse but held it closed over her chest. “Are you sure we should be doing this” Ray nodded his head and said “Please don’t stop now.”

Then Jean sighed, removed her blouse and hung it on her chair. Then she unsnapped her bra and let it slid off her shoulders exposing her beautiful tits. I couldn’t believe that she actually did that for money. As shocking as that was I found that the whole scene had given me a major hard on.

Ray let out a low whistle and said, “They are magnificent.” For the next two minutes they
didn’t speak. Jean stared at Ray’s face and Ray stared at Jean’s breasts. After the silence
Ray’s voice startled me. He said “Another $50 to touch them?”

Jean closed her eyes, tipped her head back and said “$75”.

Ray said, “Deal”. Then he very gently cupped both of Jean’s breasts in his hands and began to lightly message them.

Watching another man fondle my wife's tits was more exciting that I ever imagined it could be.

Ray began to tease her nipples with his fingers. I notice that Jean closed her eyes tighter when he touched her nipples. I could tell that Jean was enjoying this but she wasn’t hot yet. Just then Ray leaned forward and licked the nipple of Jean’s left breast. When Jean didn’t say anything he sucked the nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. As Jean began to respond a little Ray started really working on her left tit. He was squeezing, licking, biting, kissing and sucking that beautiful tit and Jean loved it.

As Ray continued to work on her tit he dropped his right hand down on to Jean’s knee. He tried to slide his hand up her thigh but she had her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees together so he could not get his hand between her thighs and she kept grabbing his wrist as he tried to slide his hand up under her skirt. Suddenly Ray changed his attention to Jean’s right breast. He gave it the same kind of attention he had just given her left tit. As he was working on Jean’s tits, Ray said, “Spread your legs”.

Jean responded with “$50” and then let her knees separate allowing Ray to slide his hand all the way up to Jean’s panties. Ray began teasing Jean’s pussy lips through the material of her panties. I could see very clearly as Ray pushed the crotch of Jean’s panties inside her steaming hole.

As Ray slipped a finger inside my wife’s pussy he said “I’ll give you another $20 to take you skirt off so I can see your panties. Jean didn’t say anything, she just pulled Rays hand out from under her skirt and got up from her chair. She took Ray by the hand and led him into the living room and pointed to the couch. Ray sat down and Jean stood in front of him. She reached behind her and opened the zipper on the skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ray reached out and put his hand on her panties over her pussy and rubbed gently as he looked at my wife’s body. He told her to turn around and when she did he began messaging her ass cheeks. Ray had her turn around to face him again. Then Ray said, “Would you like to see my cock?”

Jean said, “Yes, let me see it”.

Ray stood up and opened his pants and dropped them to the floor followed by his shorts.
He just stood there in front of Jean. His cock was only semi erect. Jean looked at it then she looked at Ray. He said, “Go ahead, touch it.”
TO BE CONTINUED

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:31 PM

MY MODEST WIFE (LAST PART)

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Jean wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock and began gently stroking it. With her other hand she cupped his balls. Although she was stroking his cock (a move that always gives me a big boner) his cock was not getting
“Jean, if you want to make it hard you have to put it in your mouth.”

Jean got down on her knees in front of him. (I couldn’t believe that I was about to see my wife suck another mans cock.) She held his cock gently in her right hand then leaned forward and with her tongue drew the head of his cock into her mouth. As she pulled back it popped out again. She repeated this a couple more times then she swallowed his cock as far as she could then drew back until it almost came out of her mouth. She repeated this motion that seemed to be having an effect. After about a minute of Jean’s sexy mouth work Ray’s cock was standing tall. I was relieved to see that Ray’s cock wasn’t much different in size from mine. With Jean continuing to suck on his cock Ray began to get down on the floor. Jean moved with him never letting his cock
drop from her lips. Once down he positioned himself so that his face was in Jean’s pussy. As Jean continued to suck him off, Ray pulled Jean’s panties off and started running his tongue around Jean’s pussy lips then pushed his tongue as far inside her as he could. Now the only sound I could hear was the sucking noises the two of them were making.

After ten minutes of sucking each other Ray said “Where would you like me to deposit my load? In your mouth or in your big juicy pussy?”

“In my pussy please.”

With that Ray turned to face my wife and I watched as he slid his cock inside her pussy.
I felt like I was in a trance. Except for the pain in my balls I wasn’t aware of anything around me. My eyes where glued to my wife’s pussy and the cock that was now in the hole that only I had used for the last eight years.

As Ray began stroking his cock in and out of Jean I could tell by the sounds she was making that Jean was getting close to a climax. I heard Jean say, “Try to cum with me. I want to feel you filling my pussy up while I am having my orgasm.”

“Oh, I’ll fill your pussy all right. I haven't been laid in about three weeks so I have a big load of cum for you.”

“I’m starting, oh my god that’s feels good. Cum now, fill me up with your cum.”

Just then Ray let out a loud grunt and he started bucking like a horse as he released his load. It must have taken Ray five minutes to finish emptying his load. When he did finish he got up and went to the bathroom while Jean lay on the floor. I could see cum running from her pussy and into the crack of her ass. I don’t know why but the sight of Ray’s cum dripping out of my wife’s pussy caused my to blow my own load all over my hands.
When Ray came back into the room he picked up his pants and shorts and got dressed. Then he handed Jean her panties which she put on. By the time she stood up the crotch of her panties were already soaked through with cum. Jean put her skirt back on and went in the kitchen to get her blouse which she put on but didn’t button. She just tied the bottom of the blouse together. When Ray came into the kitchen she offered him a beer, which he accepted and they sat quietly and drank their beers. Jean was the first to break the silence. “This was a one time thing. It cannot happen again, is that understood?”

Ray said “Agreed. Anyway I am moving out of town next week so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Jean got up from her chair and came around and sat on the edge of the kitchen table facing Ray and said, “Please don’t tell anyone about this. I’ve never done anything like this before and I probably never will again so I sure don’t want my husband to find out. If he did he would leave me in a minute and I couldn’t deal with losing him.”

“Don’t worry, I never give away a confidence. Anyway, it was pretty good wasn’t it?”

“It was terrific, I enjoyed ever second of it. And you sure as hell filled me up didn’t you?”

Ray reached forward and lifted my wife’s skirt exposing the very wet crotch of her panties. “I guess I did fill you to overflowing. You couldn’t get another drop inside that pussy if you tried.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think I could hold anything you have left in you balls now.”

With that challenge Ray stood up and lifted Jean so that her ass was sitting on the table.
Then he began loosening his pants. Jean removed her blouse and leaned back resting her weight on her arms. When Ray took his pants off I could see that his cock was already hard I couldn’t believe that he recovered that fast although I was starting to get hard again myself. With his left hand Ray moved the crotch of Jean’s panties to the side and with his right hand he guided the head of his cock into Jean’s pussy. Then he held onto Jean’s legs as he pistoned his cock in and out of her dripping hole. I was getting exhausted just watching them. It wasn’t long before Jean was moaning and trying to push her hips up to meet the thrusts from Ray. As Ray pumped harder and faster I could see that he was breaking into a sweat. Finally with one loud groan Ray fired another load into my wife’s pussy.

As Ray pulled back both he and Jean (and of course me) were staring at Jean’s pussy. As the head of Ray’s cock came clear only a little bit of his cum escaped with it. Jean said, “See, I told you I could handle it.” They both laughed.

After that they got quiet. Ray quickly finished his beer and got his tools together and started to leave. Jean called after him “What about your fee?”

Ray looked back at her and said, “I believe you paid in full”. Then he left.(END)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:32 PM

MY WIFE STACY (PART1)

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The reception went well - my new wife looked stunning in the long white dress she had managed to conceal form me in the days leading up to the event. I was so happy and excited during the whole day; pleased that all the intricate planning had paid off. No hitches, no embarrassing moments and not a single bored look on the faces of our guests. Even the few sentences I had strung together to pass off as a speech were voiced, stutter free. She posed delightfully for the photographs, exhibited solid nerves, and showed no undue concern about agreeing to the traditional vows.

Stacy and I had made all the arrangements ourselves. The reception was quite a success, the many invited guests so obviously enjoying the atmosphere, and so undoubtedly thrilled at seeing a young couple exuding so much love for each other. Both our families were proud, especially at being playing a principal role in such a grand affair. Everyone reveled in the occasion.

Since our Honeymoon involved catching a flight late the next day, we had decided to spend our first night together as husband and wife in the large hotel where the reception was taking place. This allowed us the time to relax and enjoy the whole evening with our family and friends.

As the evening came to an end, we were still present as most of the guests began to depart, then retired triumphant at the success of our glorious day together the honeymoon sweet. I carried Stacy over the threshold of the room, both of us giggling due to the alcohol we had consumed throughout the reception.

Stacy and I had been seeing each other for about nine months before this day, and although it may seem unusual, we had never made love. I respected Stacy's wishes as I was so desperately in love with her. She told me right off that she wished to wait until she was married. I didn't mind at all. We are both young, I had just graduated in Law, and was due to take over my fathers business when we returned from honeymoon. Life was going to be plain sailing now for the both of us. Stacy would not need to work - the business would provide easily for the two of us, with the minimum of effort.

I carried her across the room to the king-size-four-poster-bed. We kissed delicately once we situated our bodies side by side. We commenced a lingering kiss, only stopping to converse in order to relive some of the moments of our special day thus far.

"Well that's us then," I said to her, caressing the softness of her face. "Mister and misses. Finally a proper couple."

"And now?" she responded, smiling sexily, kissing my hand.

"Well Mrs. Anderson, I think it may be time. No more waiting. We must begin that epic journey to consummate our togetherness." I only paused to titter at my poor attempt at being poetic.

"Oh Mark, it is not fair that you have already had sex with someone." She said.

I viewed her quizzically. "That was a long time ago Stacy," I assured her. "There is only one woman for me now." I gave a dramatic pause. "My loving wife."

I had only ever been with one other woman, and Stacy was still a virgin. I knew that she was annoyed that this was the case, but it was her choosing, and had gone on long before I had met her.

"At the very least I will know what I am doing," I told her with a sly grin.

"That's not the point Mark," she sulked. "I just don't think it is fair."

This was kind of spoiling the moment, and I was quite annoyed at the way our first married minutes alone together was going.

"Come on Stacy, let's forget that and enjoy being married. We've had a lovely day."

She folded her arms across her chest. "I can't Mark," she began. "If this is going to work out then it will have to be even."

I was unsure exactly what she was meaning. "What do you mean honey?" I responded, curling an arm around her, thinking that she was most definitely having fun at my expense.

"I want to have someone else before you."

My mouth hung open. Silence rode into my head. Stacy continued looking straight into my eyes, waiting for a response of some kind. My line of sight fell briefly to her chest area; her cleavage so prominent, both of her beautiful, not over large, breasts plunged together, the swell elevated trough the front of her dress. I was suddenly need of the comfort they could offer. My wife clad in white, an impossible virgin waiting to undergo the taking of her maidenhood.

"Your serious aren't you?" I asked, capturing her eyes once more in an attempt to seek the truth.

"I have never been more serious darling," she replied quickly, with no shrouded thinking appearing visible. I knew that she was.

Each breath she emitted in the prevailing silence was audible. Every movement in the stillness of the moment came from her chest; rising and falling, swelling up and obvious to me even without venturing another look. I stared at her eyes, wishing she would break into a fitful giggle. She did not.

The silence, the thoughtful silence lasted just a few more moments, broken by her movement off the bed. I continued to stare at the space she had just vacated, not following her across the room.

"It has to be this way Mark," she said.

"Oh come on Stacy, let's just sleep on it tonight. I think you have had too much to drink."

"No!" she spat. "I need it tonight."

My calmness towards her frame of mind changed to that of anger. "Oh for Gods sake Stacy," I hollered, "how the hell do you think you'll achieve this then?"

"Well I think I look nice tonight," she retorted, maintaining composure. "I expect I could have my pick of men, especially with this particular selection of underwear on." She lifted her dress to her waist, exposing the curve of her thighs, partly covered by sheer white stockings being held in place firmly above high-cut white panties by tightly fitted suspender straps. The sight was glorious to behold. I reacted instantly as any man would when confronted by such a sight. She knew it was having the desired affect, and continued to hold the hem of her dress for more than a lingering moment.

I began to think that it was all some kind of elaborate tease she had concocted, and duly presented a sly grin in towards her. She turned about, still holding her dress high and flaunted her rear towards me. The smooth tight shape of her bum, concealed by the mere covering of snugly fitted panties, wiggled in front of my eyes. I was in rapture, hypnotized by the sight of my new wife's perfect body shape.

"Do you still think I would have trouble getting a man back to the room?" she enquired as I continued gawking. I shook my head and found one of my hands gripping the stirring shape under my trousers. "Does Mark want Stacy to lose her cherry tonight?" This time I nodded, my heart beating rapidly, the torture oozing its way into my head. "Take it out baby." She motioned to the hand resting on my lap, moving herself towards where I still sat on the edge of the bed. I unzipped myself, sank a hand into the gap and pulled out my manhood. She continued to display her underwear. I raised my free arm to acquire a touch of her displayed flesh. She beckoned it away. "No darling," she whispered.

"Stacy I need you so badly," I pleaded, beginning to massage my manhood, demonstrating the unyielding need I possessed.

"Oh honey, Stacy was hoping for a bit more of an offer than that." She looked at the hand on my lap - a small amount of glans poking trough the gripped fist. "It's very thin. Take your hand away and let me see it all baby." I released my hand and lay back on the bed. My cock sprung back and went to rest on my tummy. "Oh dear," she continued, "there's not much too it. Are they all like that?"

"More or less" I responded.

"Hopefully more," was her reply. "My poor husband. No wonder you were so eager to marry me. You do want me to be happy don't you?"

"Of course I do honey,"

"Well what a waste, me all dressed up like this and that being all that is on offer."

She pouted her lips in a mock sulk. "Are you impressed with what is on offer here?" She reinforced her question by thrusting her crotch near to my face. I nodded, moving my hand faster. "And do you think it would be wasted on you?" I gave no reaction, fixing my eyes on her flat tummy over which the thin suspender belt was wrapped. "I need to go all the way tonight honey," she remarked. "Look at the state I'm in." She fingered aside the front of her exposed panties revealing vaginal lips, flushed, swollen and prominent between the small line of hair that parted way for them. My sight firmly transfixed on this vision, my hand increased its momentum between my legs. I tensed, emitted a moan and flopped backwards onto the bed. A sudden gush of fluid shot up from in-between my clenched fingers making her jolt back from the line of fire. She released the hem of her dress and all the loveliness previously on display disappeared from my view. The image still burned in my head as my breathing began to find its normal pace again.

"You sure have a funny way of teasing me Stacy," I remarked.

"Oh honey, I'm not teasing. Now that you've had your fun, it's time for me to discover the fruit." She gave me a wicked smile. "And luckily you never got a drop on my lovely dress."

As if to reinforce her intention, she viewed her reflection in the full-length mirror by the door. She brushed her hair with a hand, pausing to cast me a wink trough the mirror. "I'll be back shortly darling. You have a bath and clean yourself up."

I only know what she told me later on, but she had made her way to the hotel lounge, still dressed in the her full wedding attire, and sat by the bar. Of course many of the residents chatted idly to her, enquiring why a delightful looking bride was alone in the bar. Many gentlemen offered to buy her a drink which she gladly accepted. It seemed that many people, quite rightly, were intrigued by the fact she was alone at the bar. But men being men saw it as an opportunity to strike a conversation with her. She told me that some sat only for a moment asking about her predicament. Most were sacred off, thinking it was rather unusual for a woman who'd just wed to be away from her new husband. But then came Clive, a businessman staying at the hotel, to the bar for a drink. Stacy was inspired by his charm and coolness as he enquired of her well being. He didn't make an issue, never badgered her for a response, just chatted in an easy unforced manner. Of course she could tell right off that he was impressed by the way she looked.

Clive was in his late fifties, a tall striking looking man with an air of confidence, well dressed in an obviously expensive suit. He remarked that Stacy reminded him of his own wife on their wedding day, telling her that he was so happy she had provided him this memory. His wife had died a few years previously, and he had never re-married as he believed he could never find anyone as beautiful. Stacy enquired as to what his honeymoon night had been like, and of course this piqued his interest. He pulled up a chair and ordered expensive champagne.

After a few rapid glasses of the champagne, Stacy confessed that she couldn't go trough with the expected nigh-time nuptials. She fabricated a story that she had difficulty in relaxing as I had touched her. She had felt a failure, so had entered the bar to loosen herself up with a few drinks. She told him also that we both were virgins and were unsure how to progress the coupling. He had laughed saying that he couldn't understand how any man could fail her looking the way she did. Over a few more drinks, as they had become more and more intimate, she invited him up to meet me - to reassure and convince me that it would be alright.

I heard the door open and close, not looking up form my position under the many sheets on the bridal bed. I had bathed and lay with the light off reliving the incident before she had departed.

The light went on, I was confronted with the sight of Stacy and an older man smiling as my eyes adjusted. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, Mark is it?" he said. "Hope you don't mind, but Stacy invited me up to offer you and her some advice on your impending evening together." My heart began racing again. I said nothing. "I believe your having a difficulty relating to each other." I sat upright.

Stacy spoke. "I was actually hoping that Clive could demonstrate what we were talking about before Mark."

"Well, eh, perhaps there is no need for a demonstration," Clive laughed, looking nervous at her comment.

"Please Clive," Stacy now said. "I think Mark would appreciate if you did." She looked towards me. "Wouldn't you Mark?" If this was the only way I could get to have sexual contact with my new wife then so be it I thought. I doubt this old guy could really be a treat in any way. I nodded. "Yes Sir," I said, " if Stacy thinks it would be best, then I think it may help us."

"Well I wasn't exactly expecting this," Clive replied. "But how could I turn down such an inviting offer." He smiled, turned towards my wife, clearing his tbroat again. "If you two are sure then."

"Oh yes I'm sure," Stacy said. "Just relive your own wedding night. Pretend I'm your wife, please Clive."

A sparkle entered Clive's eye. I found myself growing erect beneath the covers. The situation was beginning to appeal to me - the growing lust inside demanded gratification.

Stacy dimmed the centre lights and stood by the room door. I grabbed the courtesy bath robe next to the bed to conceal my excitement and moved to the easy chair.

"Carry me to the bed darling." She spoke directly to Clive. He moved to her, lifted her up with ease and proceeded across the room. Placing her gently onto the bed, he stepped back to take in the view.

"Your wife is so beautiful Mark," he said, removing his suit jacket. "More beautiful than mine ever was."

"Tonight I am your wife," Stacy whispered, as he lay down beside her.

They lost themselves in a kiss, both of them moaning in acknowledgeable delight at the way it was going. I watched, trembling as I noticed him slide a hand under the hem of her brides dress - the place I had earlier only viewed from a distance. Her moaning grew louder. I couldn't discern exactly what his hand was doing - only imagine how she felt to him; touching her soft pale skin for the first time. I observed her raise her knees, which forced the dress to elevate slightly, allowing me a brief glimpse of the patterned tops of stockings. Her legs gradually eased open, more of his arm disappearing from my view, still concealed by the dress.

His free hand roamed atop her bosom, kneading the swell at each side of her cleavage. Even with Stacy positioned on her back, her breasts maintained their position with ease, firm and prominent, pouring tbrough the tightness of the constricting bra she still wore. Many times I had seen her wearing only a bikini, always aware of all the admiring glances she drew from men as she did. Her breasts were possibly her best feature, and now, I was the one indulging in the resplendent sight. My manhood ached beneath the robe, pushing the material upright. I grabbed it tightly and continued to watch my wife enjoy her wedding night.

Clive began to raise the dress completely. They momentarily ceased kissing, and Stacy aided him in pulling it over her head. It lay abandoned on the pillow above their heads. The full splendour of Stacy came into view. It was a strapless bodice that held her breasts so perfectly. Clive kissed the uncovered areas before continuing back up towards her lips. A hand slid down her bare tummy and worked its way tbrough the waistband of her panties. It still continued downwards not coming to rest until it was right between her legs. She quickly assisted his intentions by spreading them widely. They broke off from the kiss, Stacy suddenly consumed by a low lingering moan. I knew where his fingers were touching, but could only imagine how it felt. Her eyes were closed tightly, her tongue licking her lips in a delicate fashion.

He continued the movement of his hand as she offered some assistance in removing his upper clothes. A few more minutes, and he disengaged his hand completely from between her legs. One of Stacy's own hands was placed where his had vacated. He eased her onto her front, kissing her neck and the small of her back. He then glanced briefly towards me - a serious consumed expression over his face - before I heard a belt unbuckle. Stacy continued gyrating her crotch upon her own lost hand.

As Clive removed his trousers, the weight of keys and small change forcing them to fall heavily to the floor, I parted the dressing gown to expose my aching penis. I jolted it up and down, knowing full well he would soon be inside her. Once free from the trousers completely, he lay astride her, massaging the tightness of her bum. I would never have attempted it this way as a first time, and was surprised at his decision to do so. It made the moment more erotic to me.

He slid down her panties, taking an age to pull them over her ankles and beyond her feet. She still wore the bodice on top, and his hands grasped both of her sides resting on the clinging material, arching her back slightly. From the gap in the front of his boxer shorts he exhibited his cock. It startled me to see just how long and thick it appeared, compared to my own that I continued to agitate with both hands. I looked down at my uncovered lap, only forcing myself to look up again when I heard Stacy suddenly give out a shriek. I let out a whimper of my own as I witnessed him plunge right into her from the rear. Her back bucked up, she raised herself onto her knees, allowing him more access. Her shriek steadied off into a continual clamor - her breathing rapid and uncontrolled. My mouth dried up totally, I winced and let go, allowing an orgasm to finally emerge. (END OF PART1)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:32 PM

MY WIFE STACY (PART2)

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I continued to watch the scene; Clive dictated the pace and rhythm of the movement, which Stacy soon found herself matching perfectly. Every inwards motion of his hips brought about a childlike wail from her - every temporary withdrawal, a tempered groan. They bucked and swayed upon each other what seemed like a million times. He turned her over, her legs naturally wrapping around him, clinging to his back so gratefully. I knew that his performance had certainly outranked any I would have hoped to achieve. I was feeling extreme gratitude to Clive for showing my wife the heights that can be delivered from passion. At least her honeymoon night would be one she would never forget.

She was riding him when he finally shuddered in climax; knelt over his lap, bearing down powerfully, impaling herself on his member. She too had let it be known when each orgasm thundered tbrough her body - I had estimated it at about four or five, obvious, exuberant yells before they ended up in much the same position as they had begun. Side by side once more, soft caresses being exchanged gratefully.

I noticed that at some point during the session between them, Stacy must have shed the bodice that had contained her beautiful breasts. I was annoyed with myself for missing the moment that they had come into view. From where I sat, and the angle she was towards me, I could now see them fully. How I had longed to see them tbrough the whole of the day. From the church service, when she had initially marched gracefully down the aisle, smiling as she stood by my side, hand in hand, the exchange of rings, the sight of her breasts, temptingly noticeable from beneath her bridal gown, was with me. Now I saw them, beaded with sweat brought about by being in the passionate clutches of this older man. I knew the image would stay with me forever, her dark long hair dampened and matted to her shoulders, her face flushed but gloriously contented - I loved my new wife with all my heart.

I raised myself from the seat and closed the robe around me, unsure how to proceed. I cleared my throat, hoping in vain to grab some attention. But they were too far gone in a fitting epilogue of intimate discovery. Neither of them looked around for me; neither of them wished to remove themselves from the bonding that was transpiring. I could just make out soft whispering between them; naked still, cooling, belonging and indebted to one another.

I let them have there moment, not wishing to spoil it and reclaim my wife just yet. I dressed quietly, after freshening up in the adjoining bathroom, and quietly left the honeymoon suite in order to consume a drink I felt I deserved.

I reflected silently at the bar in the hotel. Downing a few measures of spirit in quick succession soon perked me up. A few people were still around who recognized me as the groom, married on that day to the gorgeous raven haired bride who had earlier also attended the bar alone.

"Hey pal. Did you manage to find that new wife of yours?" One guy shouted over to me. "She was chatting to Clive earlier, still had her gown on and all - bloody nice she looked too - lucky guy."

Yes I was a lucky guy despite the events that had just taken place. I had the rest of my married life to make up for this single lost moment. I would redeem myself, and all would be forgotten - I was sure of that. I smiled at the guy, gesturing to upstairs. "Hell I must have worn her out," I called back. Think I'll just go up and see if she's ready for seconds." The guy, a fat bastard, laughed as he guzzled a beer down in one. "You sure about that friend," he commented, looking around for some moral support from his silent cronies. "If she was my wife, I would not have left her alone for a second." He paused. "Especially with the likes of Clive around." He laughed heartily again.

"Think I'll just check on her buddy." I feigned a laugh of my own, but my embarrassment was evident. I scuttled from the bar, leaving a gabble of hoots and cheers as I went.

Back on the fourth floor, exiting the elevator, my heart increased its pace once more. The feeling was not that of nervousness, but one of excitement that beyond the door of the room, Stacy was undressed. Her nakedness sent spasms of delight throughout my body - I had witnessed her naked before, and always with the same result. Now was no different - how could it be, I still had no idea what it was that I was missing. Nothing gained, but nothing, as yet, lost.

In the room, the soft lighting was sill present. I gently eased the door shut, listening intently. I was at once aware of a muffled steady moaning, and on turning saw the sight that made sense of the sound. Stacy knelt at the edge of the bed, her head covering Clive's lap, her mouth devouring a surprising amount of his total length. Her hand grasped the lower part of the shaft - drawing it further with each movement. Clive smiled at me, gesturing me towards them.

"God what a wife you have Mark," he said, having trouble making the words audible between involuntary twitches. "I have never in all my life been sucked this good." His eyes closed for an instance as he reveled in Stacy's actions. I continued to watch the back of her head move wildly. He spoke again: "You have all this to look forward to, what a fucking lucky guy." He paused again to emit a low groan. "In a moment you can consummate your marriage. I'm just about to..." Before he finished the sentence, he tensed up, his hands gripping the side of the bed, pulling the sheets from the mattress. He shouted out: "Oh God yes!!" and his tensed body recoiled into sudden relaxation. I was aware of Stacy gagging, obviously swallowing a forcible stream of thick fluid. The back of her head slowed somewhat, and soon raised itself away from his body.

"You'd better see to your husband Stacy," Clive whispered.

And she did as she was told. Without question and absent of any emotion - her eyes still fixed upon Clive - she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out both legs and pulling me towards herself with them. I succumbed, allowed myself to be moved with ease. I found myself between her; on top of her, rolling over, side on and allowing access to my trouser fastener. Wordlessly she undid them, aimlessly she unbuckled, pulled down the layers and re-wrapped her legs about me. I was hugged tightly, drawn forwards and positioned in the appropriate area for entry. I clamored for a kiss, eventually receiving an acknowledgement to the intent. Our mouths closed together - she tasted strongly, and I knew what it was. My tongue grappled along with her seemingly non-receptive lips and devoured more of the blatant flavor. Her hand had already fastened between my legs and ushered me inwards. I penetrated my new wife, sinking with ease into her inner warmth. I felt all the senses draining from me, a ripple of contentment running down my spine.

I cast my eyes towards her face, still void of any emotion, now staring blankly at the ceiling. My hands made a play for her breasts; my dream, my priority - the focus of the whole day - they felt more wonderful than I had anticipated. I agitated my hips, looking for the single connection that would stir some favorable response from her; exploring with my planted erection, all the regions between us. The friction I longed for, to determine the extent of her pleasure, gained from my loving, did not follow. All my plans for this moment lost in a haze of bewilderment.

I came. I had to. The moment rendered me unable to control my intent - to put on a majestic performance. My eyes lolled in my head - the sheer softness, wetness, and openness of her. I marveled in the moment - at last, consummating our togetherness. She was with me now - legally bound to be, forever my wife.

My rest, my relaxation - marveling within the softness of my wife's body - was short lived. She slid herself from under my weight and returned to Clive.

Clive gave me a thumbs up as Stacy cuddled into his torso. "Well Mark," he said, "something else isn't she?" I nodded, it was all I could think to do. "You are such as lucky guy." He openly viewed the body of my wife that hugged him. "She's even sexier than my wife ever was."

They slept soundly on the bed. I sat back in the chair, beholding her body, still uncovered - eventually falling to sleep myself. It didn't seem long until I was startled into wakefulness once again. They were making love with renewed vigor - Stacy producing the most piercing of yells. She was on all fours - atop the bed - Clive pounding her from behind. Her face was flat against the pillow, allowing occasional muffling of the screaming. Her hands gripped the headboard as her rear bucked under the force of each thrust. Clive noticed me watching them. He motioned to me to come closer, smiling as he continued to thrust powerfully. I sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the view of his long cock appearing then disappearing deep inside Stacy. He removed the entire length and offered the position to me. I gratefully accepted, keeling behind Stacy and directing my own straining cock where his had moments ago been. I slid in with ease, holding her firmly at the hips. Stacy wiggled her rear around, but articulated dismay with a discontented murmur.

"Come on Mark," I heard Clive say behind me. "I've done all the hard work, finish her off, come on."

I began to stab clumsily, but quickly found myself unable to avoid slipping out. The slenderness of my cock offered no friction, and the shortness did not allow the movement she sought. Finally I found myself poking around, trying to find my positioning, and suddenly ejaculating unexpectedly. She turned to view me, shaking her head nonchalantly.

"You'll have to do better than that Mark," she uttered. "I thought you'd done this before."

"Oh it wasn't too bad Stacy," Clive put in, ruffling my hair with a large sweaty hand. Stacy screwed her face up in distaste of the remark.

"Listen, I was thinking," she said to me. "How about Clive using your ticket for the honeymoon?"

I stared at her, not wanting to believe what she had just said.

"Oh come on, it's only fair - it would be like a real honeymoon for me. You could stay here and get the apartment sorted out." She looked so genuine with her request, her eyes pleading with me to agree. So that's just what I did. I reached into my bag and handed Clive the tickets for the two week holiday in Hawaii. Stacy hugged me gratefully. (END)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:33 PM

WIFE'S AFFAIR WITH BOSS (PART1)

It is now two years since my life was changed by a simple invitation to a marriage function by one of my aged mill colleague only few days after that I found me running on the fastest track of lust and power.

Let me first tell a bit about us.

At that time we were a middle class joint family, me 32 years, my pretty wife Ruchi four years younger to me, my parents in late fifties and Manisha my unmarried sister was 22 at that time.

I worked in a big textile mill as assistant floor manager. My father had worked in the same mill and had retired about six years back as accountant.

While my father was in service we used to live in mill quarters but after that we built a small house in that town and credit for that only went to my mother who did all the labor. The house was small and had only three rooms. The single room upstairs, was my bedroom which had bath facilities attached to it and I slept here with my wife.

Although my mother had better dreams for me but she could send me only to a cheap technical college and I did diploma in production machine operations and maintenance.

For complete one and half year I couldn't get any job and wandered on roads till my father retired. My mother trough her some contacts managed a job for me in the mill in name of company's gratitude to long faithful services of her husband.

The other wonder my mother did for me was to marry me with an exceptional sexy beauty Ruchi.

Ruchi was the daughter of one of my mother's old classmates. She was around 22 and had done masters in botanical science. Mother showed me her full body photograph. She was cute and sexy. I was heart taken by her thick lips and stray hair rippling on sides of her checks, dominating over her oval face.

After marriage we were given the upstairs room and there I began my unending erotic pleasures with my pretty woman in every possible ways and styles that made her sensual and sex loving woman.

In a year after marriage she began gathering 35-29-36 inch figure to look an erotic silky woman. She was not bony but didn't have an inch of extra flesh than that needed for her sensuality. Her flat belly and a set of round bosoms and eyeful hips always made males mouth watering for her. She gives an impression of miss like fucked woman.

I had been always conscious of lusty eye of males slipping on her. She too knew about her capacities to kill men at first sight and always maintained her from her silky hair to polished feet toenails.

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As assistant to floor in-charge I got around 15,000 bucks a month. That with the pension of my father barely made about 19, 000, just enough for mouths of a joint family.

The mill was dying and only a year back we had anticipated that a partial lay -off was inevitable. However I saw another wonder when the management brought new Chief Executive Officer [CEO] Rama Reddi.

He was in mid forties bit dark and was a large man in all ways. The way he worked and lived made him legendary in mill. I had seen him many times and felt his sweating and struggling heat close to me.

We saw how a charge had been infused in our dead machines! Soon the wheels on floors began roaring and the mill stores were piling with stocks we were manufacturing. Unending line of trucks were now lifting mill products from store sheds. Within ten months the lay off fears had gone and we listened only of expansion plans.

The CEO mostly wore sports shirt, which showed ample of his hairy chest. He was also equipped by overflowing manly capacities as his loose pants always displayed his massive testicles and huge sexual organ that were unable to accommodate there.

At times mill people giggly narrated that how they saw him brushing his bulge with back of his palm in meetings and even adjusting it better in the folds of the pant.

Like for any big man, tales began floating about him. Some said that he had problems with his wife because of over fucking and she lived at Bombay with their daughter. Some one told me in confidence that Reddi ji could fuck a woman solidly all the night and presently he was daily fucking Chief General Manager's wife in company guesthouse.

There were rumors and rumors but no had any confirmation. However I had some idea that many women from other sections had been recently shifted to his office.

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On that turning day of my life, my wife and I had gone with my parent and sister to that wedding function. That family was well acquainted with all of us. Ruchi had taken her time at home to prepare her and looked lovely in dark pink sari and tight thin blouse over white brasseries that was sensuously visible on her flat back. She had worn pinkish sandals matching to sari in her delicious feet. Her eyes and oval face looked killing in night.

There was good gathering in the decorated marriage hall, which had a big stage set with a pair of red wedding sofa. In front of stage on hall floor there were about thirty rows of chairs and two of sofas for guests and VIPs. My parents and father met many old acquaintances.

Around 8 p someone from mill announced little loudly that Reddi ji was arriving. There was a little uproar and I saw host hurriedly walking to gate. Little later Reddi ji entered the hall in white pant and blue sports shirt, revealing his hairy chest. Before host could guide him to front sofa some mill man saw him and came to him.

He had an aroma around him and people gathered around him, as if he was the groom of day. Every one looked cautious for his words and for some time the function looked as mill's business meeting.

After some chatting there with mill people, Chief General Manager [CGM] Mr. Sen and his wife escorted him to a front sofa and where they sat. As they were taking with each other, bride's father came with a boy carrying a try and served VIP with some snacks and coffee. CEO appeared to me a real in charge of all.

Sen was in mid forties, fair and tall. He looked always sincere to his boss type man at high place in his expensive suit and rectangular glasses.

Mrs. Sen was sitting cross-legged besides her husband and appeared only in late thirties or at the most in early forties not very tin nor fat but was a bit busty and had smooth wide hips of mature woman. She looked elegant in her expensive blue sari and had carefully polished her nails red and wore all signs from diamond wedding ring to silver ring on her feet's finger.

She looked fresh and didn't give any impression of over fucked woman as per tales about her affairs with so called fuck master Reddi ji.

Little later there I saw some hasty movements and band began deafening ears. The groom party was arriving at door. People moved to gate and some to the decorated stage. However Reddi ji and his entourage couple preferred to remain there. The few others who were there had also moved to stage.

The place where Reddi ji was sitting with Sen couple had become deserted by then. We were standing near the stage but I was viewing Reddi ji from corners of my eyes.

Suddenly I noted that CEO's keen eyes were on us particularly on my wife. I had never met any three of them but was aware that Mrs. Sen knew my mother so I took the opportunity to meet Reddi ji and introduce my family to him.

I walked discreetly with my family to him and told him about me. Mrs. Sen recognized my mother and waved her to come on sofa besides her. As we came closer I saw Reddi ji's gaze on my wife was now intense and more intense. I saw a lust in his eyes that were direct and open.

I didn't understand much and introduced me to him telling him my work section in the mill.

He tried to listen me absent-mindedly as his eyes were still locked on my wife's bosoms.My wife too was fully conscious of that and few times there eyes even met with each other's.

He took a deep breath keeping his eyes on her and stretched his legs. His massive testicles and huge shaft began to swell in his pants. That massive meat visible bluntly attracted every one there and my wife was becoming uneasy second after seconds. Her face had completely gone red.

Tearing her blouse further by his gaze, CEO asked me who was my in charge. Such a behavior from the top man for my wife was most unexpected and I didn't believe my eyes. I replied his query to the best of my ability.

Every one there had become visibly conscious of his three-dimensional gazes. Mrs. Sen, may be just to diffuse that current looked at me and told Reddi ji about my retired father and how good he and my mother had watched the interests of mills. He could only listen half of her words.

I again looked down at that live huge bulge in between his stretched legs. It was massive much bigger than I could imagine. It was enough to tear a woman and he didn't care for any one looking at him and appeared to have gone out of his senses.

Mrs. Sen smilingly pulled one empty chair besides her and set it facing towards CEO. She tenderly asked my wife to sit there. Realizing her hesitation, my mother waved her to sit besides Mrs. Sen on that chair.

Avoiding her eyes she walked and adjusting her sari over her hips sat cross-legged on that chair facing Reddi ji. Her beautiful feet tied in that pinkish sandal with glowing nail polish and silver toe ring in her feet's finger over hanged just before my CEO. Manisha and me dragged another chairs for my father and us and we all sat besides mother.

We remained there for about twenty more minutes till the main ceremony began. Mrs. Sen kept talking with Ruchi about her education and other backgrounds. Occasionally she looked at Reddi ji in teasing glances. It appeared to me that, Reddi was damn horny and given a chance he would jump on my wife and to him our presence hardly mattered...

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It was 10:45 of quiet winter night as we reached home tightly squeezed in a hired three-wheeler. We all were engrossed in shame and didn't speak a word to any one.

Ruchi was avoiding her eyes from every one including me. I went straight upstairs to our room and dropped me on the bed. I tried to relax from hurricane that I had in me but the incident had strongly engulfed all my senses.The most powerful man of my company, whom we always thought like God, had openly asked my wife for sex.

In about twenty minutes, Ruchi came up after finishing down stairs works. It was the first time after the incident when I could look at her for a minute continuos as she was carefully closing the door and bolted from inside.

She was looking damn sexy in dark yellow sari that perfectly contoured with her broad hips and even crack line between them. The metallic whitish nail polish and silver toe rings were peeking from her yellowish-strapped lather sandals on her feet, a sign that she was married.

Surely she would have killed any man with that look!

Through an intoxicating Impulsive I suddenly came out of my hangover thinking that she was the only woman there who took out all the senses from such a powerful man before all. Astonishingly, I also felt a control over that top man.

Just to cool her sourness, I got up and carefully took her in arms as if she was frangible and put my lips on her thick lips. She kissed me back.

She appeared surprisingly cool and unaffected from that horrible assault. I kissed her and then lowering me on knees I brought my lips on her sari covering her left bosom and kissed it softly. I moved my lip few times sexily over her mound and tried to locate her nipple for another complete kiss.

A sexy smile flashed on her face but she was not at upset, as I had feared.

I put my lips on her and smoothly pulled her to bed and we rolled on mattress, still our lips locked in each other. I laid her flat on her back and not disturbing a single fold of her expensive sari, I again carefully put my lips on her bosom. She might have expected me to continue the same nipple searching exploration and she adjusted her little up to bring her mound peak near my lips, but kissing there I glided down to her flat belly over her elongated tiny naval pit and caressed it by my wet mouth.

Gradually I slipped my lips to her sari over her leg joints and that too had her belly like flatness. I tried to feel her depth by my tongue through the annoying layers of sari and her petticoat and I felt jolts of tingles in her veins passing her thigh's joints.

Surely her out side was intact by that hostility.

My right hand moved below to hem of her sari and began pulling it. Sensing my intentions she reacted and tugged her sari securely between her legs.

I heard her sultry voice," What are you doing there! "

"Please!" I pleaded in a bid to release the trapped sari.

"Let me change sari, I have to pee, I have not gone bathroom since evening."

I was in rag of passion and wanted to affirm the impregnability of her femininity from the attack before she could arrange herself.

I did not let her go and visualizing my strong will, my darling loosened her legs so I could tug off her sari from her leg holds. Once released, I began delicately pulling the hem of her sari.

As I was uncovering her nakedness, her eyelids became heavy and automatically began closing. Her face too was turning pink.

She scrambled to my allure and reluctantly opened her thighs.

Like a juiced child my eyes ran to that married crack line around that some hairs t had grown in past fifteen days, Her tiny overhanging femininity just above the entering place for males was as before!

Thanks God! I said to me.

I again thanked my six-inch penis that had preserved her female crack line from any deformation. It appeared as fresh as it was on wedding night, although I had fucked her incalculable times.

As I brought my face near to her femininity I was surprised by the crude mushy smell coming from her genitals. With out actually touching her, I sensed that her fenny was extremely wet. I was not in illusion that at least it was not wet due to few stipulations I had made to her.

It flashed in me –Did Reddi bring her that wetness to her? Feeling uncomfortable by that thought, I hoped might be, she become wet later in three- wheeler while we sat squeezing each other.

The puzzle of her unexpected wetness was not yet over to me but I couldn't resist my intoxicating lust to touch her wet crack.I lowered my face between her open thighs and her erotic sex smell had completely over powered my brain.

I brought my lips closest to that neat sex line. Sensing my breath there she jerked her half-open groin. I made few feathers like tongue slips on slippery crack and felt more of her salty wetness flowing in my mouth. My touches at her sensitive place were making her restless and she tightly pressed her lips in each other. I continued flying my tongue over her front crack amid her hissing giggles coming from her tight lips.

She let me have my feast uninterrupted for about next five minutes and then she closed her thighs trapping my head.

She said pulling her thighs away from me, "Pleassseee leave me, I have to pee, It is enough, leave me now."

She tried to move but I again restrained her and opened her thighs. She lowered her head and saw what I was doing and gave my head annoying jerks by her hand. She even tried to hinder me by bringing her palm in between my mouth and her sniffing sex. I removed her hand and prevailed over her resistance.

For next ten more minutes she continued shaking violently on mattress as I played with her fenny till became unbearable to her. She jerked my head out and closed the thighs decisively with an implied order," No more please." She wanted to flee to bathroom.

I did not let her go of her own but escorted her to bathroom in almost an embrace, my palm pressed on her sari just at the love spot. Looking in amazement at me with her mouth open, she asked me to go out but I shamelessly insisted her to pee. She waited for more than two minutes for me to go but I didn't move.

Delay was making her restless and she hesitatingly squatted in the corner near drain of bathroom. I adjusted her sari to clear the space for delivery and she peed with force in sputtering sound. She had not finished and few stray drops still trickled from her pee slit but I pulled her up and drained the floor to with two mugs of water.

I arranged her sari and again escorted her to bed keeping one arm around her waist. We again came on bed. For the first time I saw irrelative surprise in her eyes as if I had turned mad. But these were only love reactions.

I laid her flat and pulled hem of her sari up to again open her. I opened her thighs and her soapy love celebrate with wet hair around it was again before me.

This time as I put my lips on her exposed sex she exhibited changed reactions. Lowering her eyes she looked at me for a while. Her opened territory in between thighs was hot and pulpy wet with more fresh smells and salty taste. I licked the slit up to down and down to up again and again.

Moaning from tight lips, "Uuueeeeii seiiiii seiiii aaeeiii sseee ssssiii," She extended her hand and tried to stop me but for me there was no tomorrow. Seeing her denials grossly ineffective she at last put a pillow over her face to control her sensational cries and I spread her thighs more. Now I could comfortably accommodate my face between her thighs and that extra stretch had also opened her slit giving me more visibility of her sensuous inside pink.

I had been licking her from for more than half an hour. She began vibrating in louder hissing by every move of my tongue. In between many times I moved up and tried to kiss her lips making my way through the pillow tightly pressed on her face by her arms. She was cumming in jerk after jerks and had become steamy wet and slippery. I had never seen her like that.

At around 1 A.M, I stopped and rolled up to take her in arms.

I spoke First time to her since we came back from function.

"Were you upset by Reddi ji, darling?" I asked her.

She said in un-cared words, "I think, it was he who was troubled, he thinks himself bull but he would be beaten by sandals one day."

"Why did you not beat him?" I said whispering in her ear.

"He is your big boss." Her voice was lower than mine.

"Oh! That is why he had so big there in his pants, you saw that. " I said in mushy words.

First time I had talked about some other man to her.

"He is only a street bull," She said clinging to me before we slept.

I took her in my arms and we slept.

That was how exactly my lovely wife acted after that sexy encounter.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:33 PM

WIFE'S AFFAIR WITH BOSS (PART2)I could hardly sleep for two hours; the same uneasy pensiveness woke me and last night's passion had completely diffused. It was 4:10, of cold and dark morning. Ruchi was sleeping besides me. I was tempted to kiss her erotic lips but because of that strong punch in my head, I remained still in bed.

Last evening's episode had terribly blown me. I was extremely offended by CEO's hostility. It was true that my wife was mouth watering to every man having his testicles full of seed.

I always believed that beauty is also made for watching and I gave enough opportunities to males watching and even wink at her, but how a man could propose her like that? He did not appear to have slightest modesty for homely ladies. If he had acted wisely; may be his position and aroma might have greatly impressed my woman. Was he off head? How on earth he expected that a married woman could go for adultery in that way? He was the wildest aggressor, I could imagine!

As I thought, I began to see big problems coming to me in time. Sen or his wife definitely might have told someone about that incident? Such news spread like fire. How I was going to face Reddi or Sen in front of others?

It was too much to bear and I decided that that I was going to hit a punch on Reddi's head right on day in mill and would give him a lesson he needed! I did not care for job. But how I was going to do that? He was powerful and influential. I would have to leave the job under those devils and I must search new job.

There were four ladies and they all had seen how Reddi's full-pounded testicles shamelessly twirled in his pants. Mrs. Sen even began talking with my wife and teased horny Reddi through corners of her eyes also not neglecting his large erect meat in pants.

I never expected much from my father, but surprisingly my mother did not even made any attempt to rescue her bride from this situation. Perhaps even my young sister Manisha who was crossing 22 had enjoyed that pornography. She could have easily escorted her to other corner of gathering. This made me to review ladies' psychological setup.

I recalled that I had been expecting my wife to be in frightened state after that sexual horror but surprising that had made her vagina-soaking wet. Endless questions came in my mind. For a moment I thought that I was seriously sick.

I remained on bed– thinking every possible odd. It was around 6:30 when I heard some doors movements downstairs. I knew that my mother was going for morning walk in the public park that was in front of our house.

I needed to talk to someone to shed my mental stress. I got up and went downstairs. She looked blankly at me as if she was expecting me. As we came to park, I told her about my mental state since last night.

She said warily," How shamelessly he was watching Ruchi all the time?"

I told her that I was awfully offended and had decided to hit him today before every one in mill itself. Hearing this her face suddenly turned worried and she snapped at my back. She said looking uncomfortably, " What on earth are you thinking to do! It will only damage you. First see what comes next."

She sensed that I was not in my normal mental frame so she took me to a nearby bench where we sat. I told her that how on earth could I tolerate such dreadful act against my wife?

She said elderly," See! These are big people and they can do anything. Moreover you can not entirely blame them. It is we people who gift them their wives and daughters so they feel their natural claim over their staffs' wives," She was speaking with adorable calm," We are small ones with an unmarried young girl at home and depend on mill for every thing. We should act with more thoughtfulness."

After some pause she said thoughtfully," He would not able to touch Ruchi's finger unless you or she gives him consent. Moreover havens have not fallen if he had seen your wife...some one was telling me that his wife lives in Bombay so he has been quite deprived for woman. "

There was some logic in her words. I felt my senses were gradually returning.

I asked mother," Is it not strange? How shamelessly Sen's Wife was cooperating with Reddi?"

Mother spoke with a shy smile," I know! Whatever is Sen today, it is only due to his beautiful wife! He was only a common manager. His wife is ten years younger to him. The old chief saw her and she began sleeping with him.,,,,,, After that Sen got one promotion every two year."

Her talks temporarily eased my fury. At least I was not going to hit him foolishly in factory. What proof I had for his assault on my wife?

Mother asked "What did Ruchi she say?"

I said," She says she would beat him with sandal! See calls him a big saand (Bull)"

Mother smiled and said," I know, she would never beat him!"

Her words appeared meaningful and sexy to me.

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I went back to my room. It was around 7:30. The sun had come up. Ruchi was still sleeping. She still looked sexier wearing same yellow sari which had, made big man's cock so miserable. She was lying flat with her legs an inch apart. She still had yellowish lipstick on her lips that looked still sensuous.

I went to bed and put my lips on her thick lips and my hand on her sari directly above her underwear. She woke with out much stimulation. Seeing bright sun light in room she tried to get up hurriedly but I resisted and guided her hand to the tent in my pajama made by my six inch. She reluctantly took it in her delicate fingers for a while.

She looked at me with wide eyes, " It is late, I should go now."

She pulled my hand from her sari.

"Shame karo, you are again up this morning."

"Pleasssse," I again eagerly pressed my hand on her thighs over sari.

" How can... now?" After a bit thinking she said, " but please give me five minutes for bathroom." I made her way. The toilet was out side in gallery.

I continue to lie on bed, my stiffer tent waiting for relief. After some time I heard water flushing and her coming out but she went downstairs leaving me in frenzy.

Suddenly it came to my mind; was it really Reddi's fault last night?

She was certainly sexiest woman and knew how to deal a restless man.

She was made for sin.

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As I entered the gate of mill, my biggest worry was that how I was going to face people. I was sure that by now people would have known it?

As I walked to my department through the gallery I met people. None of eyes looked silly at me. No bomb fell on my head and I began my work like other days. After an hour or so I was quite certain that no one was laughing on me and my fears were simply childish.

I kept on apprehending one thing after other but nothing such happened.

However I didn't know that some surprise was waiting for me at home.

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It was enough dark at seven p of winter evening as I reached home. My mother's eyes told me that some thing had happened and she eagerly wanted to talk me, she almost followed me upstairs

She said with out much waiting "Today I had greatest surprise. Around 1 P Mrs. Sen phoned me. She said that seeing me last night after long time she remembered old time. She told me that if I was not occupied why not come to her house. If it were ok for me she would send her car to escort me. I went there in afternoon..

"What did she up for?" A was rammed by surprise.

"If you listen not loosing your mind. It appears quite positive. " She said maintaining eye contact a second longer.

My mouth suddenly went dry. I opened it and licked my lips.

"Well...talked lot about golden old days and in no time became thoroughly informal. During talks she casually said that after seeing your son last night, her husband had told her that he would like to propose CEO to put him as Manager (Imports) in his department."

This suddenly raised my interest. She looked in my eyes little longer.

Mother asked me, "Now first tell me what is this Manager Exports is about."

I said, "This is a big position, I mean high status and salary. Dubey sir was on that post but he left mill some weeks before. He managed better place in some big export company through his experience and contacts."

"But why Sen sir should want me there?" I asked her.

Mother continued," I too asked her the but she told me that she was telling what she heard and her husband may himself talk to you if any thing like that comes up."

"How much is the salary?" She again asked with her interest too visible.

"Around 30,000 a month I think and lot of foreign travel for mill work. How can I fit there? I am not even trained for it. Might be joking or a hang over." I said to her.

Before she could reply I again asked her, "And what they want from us?" I felt my excitement was rising every minute.

"Mrs. Sen said nothing about it. She only says that may be he found your son good for this work, no business would desert their money in rot. She wished us all the best. She spoke lot about new sprit in mill and extension plans of new management." Mother answered.

That was true. Management had brought Reddi to infuse new charge in dying mill and he had done quite a lot in a year.

It was more than surprise. "Sounds big." I said.

Manager of exports had always been a dream place like for any mill-man. I was surprised by this possibility and saw some connection with last night's incident. Though I clearly suspected a play but I it had stimulated me some where in deep.

Mother had things do and she went down stairs leaving me charged. I quietly laid myself on bed.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:34 PM

WIFE'S AFFAIR WITH BOSS (PART3)

Ruchi came with tea tray and set besides me on bed. She said, "Mrs. Sen had sent car for mother. What is up there?"

I told her in short what mother had told me. She looked at me in disbelief. I saw excitement was also coming to her.

"Are you impressed by likely Manager exports?" I asked her.

She said smilingly, crossing and folding her arms in each other, "May be so -so."

I squeezed her shoulder, and murmured in her ear, " Now come and close the door."

"I am just here for tea. I hope you're not planning on taking advantage!"

She said shyly, disclosing her mind for the first time since our marriage," I know how terribly you want since morning but why do you want to waste your energy for two minutes contact... in morning too you wanted... Can't you wait only for three hours? Then take pleasures whole night and discharge too much like a bull... I am not willing at this time at..."

She shyly kissed me and said," Do eat light tonight" "

Her words were fire on raw patrol. For the first time she had shown her naked mind. She looked a new wife to me.

My whole body suddenly went sultry in passion. I wished to see more of dirty mind of my conservative wife.

I said in heat," Ruchi, tonight I am quite tired...I need you give me some relief...pleaseee do to me I have been doing you all the time."

Ruchi shyly baffled. " How can I do... I mean women don't have that thing. We can only take it."

A was bewildered what she was trying to say. " I mean some massage like thing. " I spoke as my words had become more sultry."

"Massage?" She said.

"I mean not with hands, that with your things, slowly you do with me. No lady has such beautiful things for husband. " I said pulling words out of my mouth with my best efforts.

'Seei!" her face went red," It is soiling." she spoke.

'Please do it tonight...wear kurta red one sleeveless... we brought from Delhi. I shall be ever thankful to my lovely wife. " I said in most sultry voice of my life.

She did not say a word, watching me mischievously left the room.

I took meal early and came upstairs. I had been in tremendous stress since last 24 hours. I laid myself on bed and soon went to sleep.

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Some thing woke me in silence of late night. I could not see the time in dim light, perhaps it would have been over 1 A.M

I felt my wife was kneeling over me and was kissing my lips with her. I could hear her breaths coming from her beautiful nose. It was a soft sensation. Suddenly I remembered talks we had in evening. I tried to speak some thing but she kept kissing slowly and did not let me use my lips to speak. I surrendered and kept on lying quietly and put my labium at her disposal.

Gradually my eyes began to see better in dark. She was sitting on floor besides bed with her soft thick lips over mine. She had put an arm on bed that was full of red. Her hairs were loose and fell all over her back and sides. She looked silky cold and fresh, perhaps had taken bath. There was strong female fragrance coming from her.

I tried to raise my hands like but with out parting her lips she locked my arms with her hands. I again submitted to her desires. Increasing pressure of her lips she began moving her lips to my nose and to eyes and then bringing back to lips. She took my lower lip in her lips and began sucking. Her sucking gradually increased in passionate intensity. Her lips were becoming wet with our salvia and so were mine. She then slipped my lower lip between her teeth and bite. I jerked however the pain was within my tolerance.

Her kissing rhythm increased. I saw signs of fury coming to her. Releasing my lip, she began sneaking her tongue deep inside my mouth. Her actions were making sounds of interrupted sips.

She then left my lips momentarily and moving her head little lower towards my neck, she with her right hand opened my buttons of kurta and moved her palm on my naked chest. Her fingers traced my nipples and began massaging them slowly. Once securing them between her fingers she repositioned her juicy lips over mine.

This was the first time she was on me like that. Pressure exerted by her smooth lips gave me unusual sensation. Her right hand reached the hem of my kurta and she pulled it up over my chest exposing her fingers that were already playing with my nipples. She looked at them and slowly slipped her mouth lower to my nipples and kissed them and tried to pull tinny objects by her teeth.

She had not spoken a single word since I had opened my eyes nor let me say any thing. I had never seen her so occupied in game. This appeared no sentiment just a scrap passion in her.

A thought came to me – Here was a starved female playing with male assets. It did not matter who he was.

Releasing her lips from my tits, she put her right cheek on my naked chest and began rubbing that over my skin, gradually slipping further to cord of my pajama. She tried to tug off the cord from folds by her mouth and lips. My shaft swelled further below the cloth in anticipation but the opening that tight knot was too big a job for her tender mouth.

Leaving that tedious exertion she began to glide her cheek above taut of pajama. More blood moved to my erection as I felt her hot breath trickling to my cock through the cloth. I had to struggle to prevent my moan going out of room's territory. She took both of my testicles through the cloth in her right palm and squeezed them, avoiding to touch the tight shaft. It gave me more pain than little pleasure. I almost screamed, urging her to leave it. In the process I shrewdly opened the knot of pajama cord with out letting her know.

I pulled her head. She put her lips over mine and again gradually moved them lower towards the belly.

While playing in that area she noticed that I had left the cord loose, smilingly, she raised her head and saw my pleading eyes. She took pajama in fingers and began to slip it lower. She had to struggle a bit to slip it through the tent created by my erect penis. She slipped it to my thighs leaving my cock shark naked taunt to roof.

She brought her mouth around the erect shaft. I could sense her breath but she bypassed the pole and slowly moved her mouth at the base of testicles near hairy ass hole. It made me wild in passion. Now I desperately wanted my taunt six-inch in her mouth. She was bypassing that it over and again so I pulled her by head by my hand towards its mushroom head. She kissed shaft few times. I hold my shaft in my fingers and made a bid to insert it in her mouth but every time she slipped her mouth. She removed my grip to hold it in her long fingers and looked at it for some time.

I spoke in low sultry voice," Pleeasse! Take it...innn mouth."

"Had not I kissed it many times?" She asked whispering.

"Pleaasee take it all in standing full. " I too whispered.

"Noooooo."

"Why dear, you were taking it earlier. " I said.

"No, it is smelling pee... Some other time."

I had long fantasy for cumming in some ladies' mouth but had always felt that it would be too raw for my wife. That day I wanted it to become reality because she was acting quite shamelessly but since she showed unwillingness for even pee traces so I dropped the idea

Any way at that time I wanted relief, so I pulled her on bed and fucked her.

She had changed dramatically after that sexy encounter!

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Mrs. Sen's last day's talks with my mother were like an ecstasy.

It was 8 in morning, I was getting ready for factory. It was going to be good day for me. Some time in day perhaps Sen would be calling me but in the back of my mind I was nervous; what return he would ask from me?

I was not sure of any thing but I am really a damn superstitious! At times when I feel confused or afraid of missing some thing great, I often make a challenge with me to do something daring. If I succeed than this gives me the good tone to me. I made a fanatic deal with me.

The challenge was; before leaving for mill, if I dare to speak to my wife something vulgar about my CEO's huge cock, cleverly enough to get a friendly response for Reddi, then the day was going to be positive for me.

It made me excited. Talking to my wife about a giant penis of man hungry for her! I tried again and again to gather words to say my wife but I miserably failed. I sensed that I lacked courage!

I failed and it was not a good omen.

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My excitement had almost died as I reached mill. Looking at the huge campus and tall buildings of leading textile mill and hundreds men' entourage at the gate, I could only ridicule myself for thinking that big.

I reached to my floor and routinely supervised the machines and signed the log sheet. I went to my small wooden cabin and set on my chair and looked at papers on my medium sized table, nothing was important. I dialed floor supervisor on my intercom and discussed about that day's jobs and stock positions. Every thing was in routine. I began completing registers and then work I had to put to my Manager.

Still I was hopeful! May be, Mr. Sen would be calling me any time.

My eyes would automatically go to intercom in anticipation of a coming ring. At about 11:45 am, as I was about to go to canteen, intercom began ringing.

I quickly picked the receiver but it was from floor, calling me for a problem. I went to there and returned my cabin in twenty minutes after attending the issue. I asked attendant sitting out side of our cabins if there was any call in my absence. He bluntly said, "No!"

I was not feeling comfortable in that tiny cabin so I got up and walked out of floor sheds out in large ground and moved to administrative building across that big barren ground.

It was an mid fashioned four-storied air-conditioned building in side of mill campus and was enclosed by an another boundary around it. I walked through wide concrete road through impressive lawns to the majestic entrance door. The atmosphere here was quiet, different from noisy floors of factory.

At ground floor there was the big room of CEO. His staff and a big conference hall occupied the remaining ground floor. Any one hardly recognized me but I was scared of encountering Reddi so I quickly moved to stairs.

I walked on first floor. It was for Chief General Manager [Purchase], Mr. Sen. His big chamber was at right of stairs just above Reddi's room. It had an impressive nameplate displaying A. Sen Chief General Manager. Near that door there were his three peons dressed in company's blue winter dress with an imposing brass badge, a sign of high office. One of them had typical small moustache. On his front was the hall partitioned by plywood for CGM's personal staff. On the other side, at right hand of gallery were the rooms for managers and assistant managers. I walked in gallery. Six attendants were sitting on benches in gallery. Some of them were known to me, they nodded seeing me but none of them cared as I walked. The third room on right of gallery had still the nameplate R.S. Dubey Manager [Exports]. I looked at it and felt a skip of couple of heartbeats. I walked further to the end then returned and again passed through that room. Now at my right just in front of that room was the hall for my...I mean for export's junior staff. I peeked in. It was a spacious hall with wooden partitions. The cabins looked bigger than my present sitting place. Just near the door, were his typist and two clerks' table. One of them saw me peeping but did not pay any attention. I had an impulse! If they knew I may be here as their boss! How they were going to behave now?

Upstairs was the office of General Manager [Productions] who was my super boss but I didn't go there.

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As I came back to my tinny chamber, I felt I had returned from a dream walk. It was now around four in evening. Only two more hours were left for finishing the day. The attendant attached to four cabins told me that as far as he was there, he didn't heard any ring on intercom.

The day had been disappointing and I thought Mrs. Sen's talks were only a joke. May be she just wanted to see our reactions. It was ridiculous to think that they would put me as Manager (Exports) in that great mill. There was no connection of that place with my present work and experience. How a big company like that was going to risk so much even if it is in exchange of some one's wife?

Trying to shift my mind I went to floor amid roaring of machines. However still in corner of my mind, I cursed myself for not able to speak to my wife something about other man's huge penis and failed to win a good omen for the day.

I wandered on floor aimlessly for more than an hour from one machine to other looking at moving wheels.

Precisely at 5:35 my heart suddenly again skipped many beats as I saw that peon with small moustache walked on my floor imposing his majestic brass badge! I recognized him; he was sitting out side of Mr. Sen's room.

Here reality was coming to me! Why on earth Mrs. Sen would lie to mother? Suddenly I felt I was an important man! I looked at him and for a moment our eyes met. He walked in my direction but just as I was expecting him to speak, he walked past and moved to other end of long floor towards the room of my boss.

It appeared that I had been completely blown by hot wind as I saw him entering his chamber. After a while he came out with a file and walked past me out of floor.

I didn't want to stay there any more. I went to cabin, locked my drawer. Still there were fifteen minutes left but I finished the day and walked out of floor.

At home the things were not different than mill. Mother had nothing to tell me, there was no call from Mrs. Sen.

I was not in mood to talk with any one and went upstairs. I had been waking all through last night so after dinner, I went to sleep.(to be continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:34 PM

WIFE'S AFFAIR WITH BOSS (PART4)

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I woke around five in morning by noises of doors from downstairs but there was nothing to talk with mother. My lady was in sleep besides me. Her thick lips were again inviting me. I could distinctly see some minute swellings and cuts on her lower lip.

I recalled the dream-walk and the disappointing yesterday. Certainly for a man like me, that position in exports required a price. I knew that my wife was best in mill rather in town. Further I had no doubt that CEO of my mill had intensely fallen for her and the exchange proposal, he had sent was very much in balanced to her beauty. They do not see such women daily on roads. If there were any substance in Mrs. Sen's talks then my wife would be there in some or other way.

Looking at her on bed I thought; would Reddi ever sleep with her? Why I desperately waited call from Sen? I was not sure myself what exactly I wanted! But every act of me testified - I wanted that position!

As I looked at my sleeping wife, my dick began itching and soon I had full erection. I sat on bed and opening my pajama, I took out hard shaft pulling its fore skin, put its tip on her lips I rubbed its mushroom head very sensuously on her lips. Then I repeatedly tried to insert it in her mouth; she woke. Looking at me with wide eyes she lowered her eyeballs and saw at the hard shaft that I was trying to slip in her closed mouth.

I wanted day to be successful form the first act of day. Not to put any uneasiness to my lady and I carefully I withdrew tip from her lips and looked in her widened eyes. I lovably put my left hand on her head and moved my fingers very gently on her hair.

Again looking deeper in her eyes I slipped fingers to her lip and said whispering," Please take it in mouth, please, please pleeaaseee!"

Her eyes slipped to my cock that was just touching her mouth and were fixed on it.

She reluctantly opened her lips a bit and not missing the moment I quickly fed it in her mouth and slipped further by exerting softest possible pressure but that began choking her mouth.

"But you are crushing me," She said pushing my belly up by her hands, "If you want me to do than sit on your feet or lay straight on bed and let me come up"

I carefully ensured her comfort and moved up to squat on bed bridging over her neck so my erect cock was just touching her lips. She opened her mouth and I lowered myself a bit. The mushroom went in her through her teeth and she raised her head to take it further. There after she began sucking taking it more and more. It began sensitizing me to break. I had never cum in her mouth and at that was not the time to do it. In about ten minutes I begged her to leave my cock.

She moved her head down and my shaft coated by her salvia hanged in air. My juices too quoted her lips.

I was happy, as that was the good start of day, good omen, which I desperately needed.

I gave her a good morning fuck to the best of my ability.

Ruchi wiped semen traces by a napkin from her fenny and tiny hairs there, rearranged her and kurta and tied slawar cord and went downstairs. I however favored a nap.

It was around 7:30 when I woke up and in an hour I would leave home to reach factory at 9:00.

I had a pleasing start of day. I expected the day to be good. Moving scooter on bumpy road to mill was tiring job but I was happy as my cute wife had given me a nice daybreak. After denials and teasing for two days, this morning she resumed pleasing my cock by her mouth. With that I could shed my apprehensions that she was neglecting me after her eyes met with those of horny CEO.

At 8:52 AM I was in daily crowds entering the mill gate but today I felt differently. Who else in that herd possessed that lovely wife?

I reached my departmental floor in sheds and did routine morning stock checks before coming to my tiny ply wood cabin. There were no fresh papers to look.

My thoughts began rambling. I was in jumble and I still was unsure of sharing my wife's with any one.

The intercom buzzed and interrupted my thoughts. It was my boss who broke a pleasing news to me. Last evening Mr. Sen had asked him to send a special reports about my work and conduct and little later he event sent his peon to collect it from him! However my boss feared that the report was asked because of some mischievous complaint against me. He assured me that I should not be worried any more as he had sent a pleasing report. I could only give him warm thanks.

Impulsively I began feeling a sexy itch in my belly. By all consequences I would be getting a call from Mr. Sen very soon or may be even from Reddi ji. I sense the urgency of having clear thoughts while I talk with them.

A simple cup of tea helps to put nerves at right place so locking my drawer I walked toward mill canteen. I sat on the small table at an empty corner.

The tea came and I began to put the things one by one.

God had placed me equally with them. If they had power and money, I had most pretty lady on my bed. If I acted like dumb they would steal her in some or other way. The offer was unbelievable as I compared my crap cabin with the impressive position of manager exports, I had seen last day. I recalled morning crowds at mill gate running in herds to their machines. I knew this was the time to act; opportunities do not knock again and again.

I must talk with them open-mindedly and see their basket and may do so even for fun. I could talk them presuming that my wife would accept Reddi to some extent for the betterment of my family. May be with that price it would not be only a one-night-stand. There could be many other complexities but I too would be having many options. If at later stage I didn't feel for it, I could always back out telling them that my wife was not going with it.

I even shrewdly considered bribing Sen in some way to sway the deal in my best favor as Reddi was depending on him.

I had now a concrete setup in my mind. I thanked tea and walked out of canteen.

As I reached my cabin, the blue dressed peon was waiting outside of my cabin but it was no more a surprise for me. He informed me that Sen Sahib wanted to see me at 3:15 today after noon.

So it had come.

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At 3:15 as I entered the princely room of Mr. Sen I felt tender fingers of some beautiful lady slowly gliding on my strained underwear. That was a big room with tender green tint, nicely lit by soft florescent lights, wall to wall carpet and long green curtains. The room had a select smell that gave me a sexy feeling.

Mr. Sen appearing tall and fair colored, sat on revolving chair behind an elegantly arranged table and was occupied in pile of documents. He wore a superior quality gray suite and matching tie over his explicit white shirt. The rectangular framed glasses over his electric eyes matched his face. Just behind of him on wall was a door, perhaps leading to his rest room.

As I moved towards his table, he raised his head and smilingly waved me to sit. I sat on graceful chair in front of him.

' How are you, young?" he asked knocking his words on me.

"Nice, sir." I said as pleasing as I could. I felt better nerves in me.

He said imposing his words, "I wanted to talk some thing about a new place in exports area, but your mother told us that you have been quite upset after Reddi met your wife in that marriage function."

I sensed the shrewdness but I didn't speak.

"Is it so?" He asked looking at me.

"Reddi ji is a big man sir." I spoke hesitantly.

His eyes penetrated deeper in me," No, You should speak, it is important. We are like family here "

" Sir if you ask me, I think he had extremely lusty eyes over my wife's body but the whole thing became so apparent to every one there -that embarrassed me." I paused a bit," I knew she attracts lot of people but if you look a lady like that before others particularly her in- laws... I mean every one...is it not embarrassing to her?"

Contrary to his expectations I had not acted like a dumb.

My reply appeared to have set a fire in him. He said with interest, "I value your feelings," he said then thinking a bit," Well there are things you also should know."

He paused and looking at walls as he said," I think we may better come in retiring room." Then picking up his intercom instructed his personal assistant that he should not be disturbed.

I followed him to back wall door and entered a nice retiring room that had a homely touch in white curtains and wall to wall carpeted floor. It had a medium sized sofa with two love seats and a black glass center table. There was a small white fridge in corner. On wall, there was a big imposing photograph of him and his wife with Reddi ji against background of Niagara Fall.

He preferred the large sofa and I sat on love seat to his right.

He spoke, "Putting it plainly, I agree that Reddi ji was quite impressed by your family and to say by the most desirable lady he had ever seen. However for this you can not entirely blame him, I believe, if you know he was misinformed about something."

He continued," Reddi ji and me are from same college and have been more than friend for twenty-five years. He has very large energies of every type. You know this mill was dying. I suggested our board to try and bring Reddi ji here from Gujrat were he was Chief Manager in a textile factory." He spoke." Now see, here we are expanding every day."

To me it looked that he meant some thing special by very large energies!

I said trying to push my shoe toe through the carpet " This is true but why should some one misinform him about my wife and make him unnecessarily so horny!" I saw he again avoided his eyes, this time longer than was necessary.

I too was showing my skills.

He began, "This is a personal side of him but since you have some feelings, let me tell you. He is not fortunate like you in ladies and had terrible marriage. Since last three years his wife has left him and even took their daughter and is living with her parents at Bombay. This whole thing had been extremely agonizing to Reddi ji."

I had heard but didn't know that much. "Oh! It is depressing!" I said

"Is it really necessary for you to know more?" He asked.

"Not necessary sir but it may help me to appreciate his miseries and may be, I could be of some help to him...in mean in some way." I put a set of meaningful words before him.

Mr. Sen eased on back of sofa and said," Even after break of marriage he keeps great stamina to work and keeps him entirely fit. His mornings are spent in gym and he eats complete flawless non-vegetarian & extremely potent food. As far as I have seen that has generated huge male energies in him. But please believe me, till that night he saw your wife, he had rigidly kept his eyes away from any woman because he is too shy to even talk and miserably fails with ladies. I, as his intimate friend always wanted him to get relief from his such unending physical tortures. I even tried to shift beautiful females from other sections to his office. "

Perhaps to me he clearly meant that Reddi was an unsatisfied strong but shy bull living in extreme sexual tortures. So seeing a very sexy lady he lost all his controls.

The thoughts further strained my underwear as I remembered his huge testicles that were showing through his pants. They must be dripping with thickest semen.

I said with better understanding, "He is miserable, and giving him wrong clues about some beautiful lady literally killing him. He is lucky to have considerate friends like you. "

He looked in my eyes, "Is it ok now? "

'Yes sir, if you tell a bit more."

"Certainly I would like to talk to an understanding man like you." He said, "but let me first talk about the main business which is important for mill."

"Sir." I didn't insist in best salesman's sprit.

"You know we are gigantically expanding our export business. Board has set export targets to Rs 4500 million for next years against 3200 millions done so far in this year. That would be a great jump. "

I exclaimed," Almost double!... But they should have no problem till a capable man like you is here."

I saw a spark in his eyes.

He said," It is a challenge. We are dealing in many countries in Middle East; Africa, Latin areas and West Asia. The main problem was that our men were busier making their own jobs and fly with company's secrets. We have to expand this wing with people committed to mill. I was worried about the challenges and talked to board about it. They have almost approved one more post for manager with set targets." He said.

"That's a good, truly sir." I said.

He was appreciative for my interest in his problems," It is important for you to understand that consideration to put you in exports has no direct connection with CEO's fascination for your wife."

For the first time he used CEO for Reddi ji.

"It looks great but how could you ever thought of me sir." I asked him as speechlessly as I could. "

He said, "Manager exports under present circumstances would not be just a routine office job. We have big challenges by throat cutting rivals and they have all tactics. They were even using ladies to break official's shelves. We need synthesized endeavors round the clock. If we have finest lady with us like you have...This is like taming all influential people –in countries. You have to find appropriate solution for each man."

His tone changed to firm, "and we have real challenge in Africa. It has biggest business potential but due to corruption our rivals breaks their way easier."

"How you expect me to do it." I put a natural question.

"You have seen just two days before a childlike attraction of big men towards fine lady."

He paused a bit and asked me in lower voice," Would it offend you if I talk on that line? "

"I would hunt every possibility to get the result." I said in shrewdness to extract best from him.

For a moment he thought and saw in my eyes," Actually on that night for the first time I realized that how quickly a big and strong man like Redii ji fell on his knees before your beautiful lady by a little misinformation about that woman. Instantly I had an idea that we can break any thick headed man... I mean think over that. Little homely touch in business can be wonderful and may lead us to top shelves."

I was getting his point but still who misinformed Redii about my wife was puzzling me.

My confidence in me was now better. I asked," Still I am confused what misinformation could be that?"

Mr. Sen smiled," Forget man...but I would like to speak about that too..." after little thinking he said," Like to have some coffee?"

With out waiting me he picked intercom and asked his PA to send two coffees.

"How do you think you can do here?" He asked me.

"It is interesting to deal different people in other countries," I felt ready to fly.

"I appreciate that... Are you sure you would be getting cooperation from your family...I mean from your wife." He asked.

The same blue dressed peon came with a try having two cups and placed cups on center table. From corner of eyes he looked curiously at me for a few seconds.

This was the first direct question that made my red blood rushing to my face. While sipping coffee I felt that my nerves had further improved.

I said cautiously weighing each of my word," Sir I think we can not neglect our rivals' tactics. I am not sure at this moment but I have seen men strongly falling for my wife. I think we may give them highest attention depending on requirements, if the man is really worth."

"That would be basic theme for your consideration to that place." Sen said straightly peeping in my eyes.

Sen had put the things direct to me in best way. I gathered all my nerves.

" If you tell me bit more of Reddi ji's fascination for my wife, how it would be in coming days?" I said.

Sen taking an unusually long sip of coffee spoke," Look, I may again tell you Reddi had excellent control over his tremendous sexual energies till he saw your lady under some illusion.. "

It raised my excitement and curiosity," Ohh! You were not joking that he had not touched a woman in three years. "

"Absolutely true! He is like burning a furnace ready to explode. Is it not torturous with out any woman particularly when nature has given him such massive sex organs? As a friend I had been telling him to find some woman at least temporarily but he always laughed. "

He hold his breath before he spoke again," On that marriage night, your wife looked stunning. I had not seen such a lady before. We didn't know she was your wife. I asked Reddi ji to look at her and in no time he was absolutely mesmerized by her erotic appeal."

He said looking deeper at me," Should I tell?"

I said," Please, it is fascinating."

Mr. Sen continued," Some one told him...Well you can assume it was me...that she likes hard fucking and I had contacts with her. It was just a pass time remark but it gave him strongest shiver.

It was a coincidence that you with family walked to us and introduced her to Reddi ji. I saw him melting his entire rules of three years in three minutes and he became ragged under passion."

I was stunned by his plain admission but that brought me a kind of frenzy in me too.

"Do you think he is still under that state. " I asked him.

"Certainly, he is worst now. The problem is that he is too simple and takes many things for granted. "

It was now my turn to open up," As his true friend do you want my wife to sleep with him?"

His eyes showed an extreme valuation of my words as he said," As I told you, putting you in exports has no direct connection to that incidence. My wife feels that your family has been loyal to the mill ; so you are a choice. "

"Sir I mean... Reddi ji expect me to do... favors to him if you moot the case." I asked him plainly.

He replied keeping his words calculated," Our board wanted some thing like this. It is a strong case. However regarding other side of my friend, Reddi ji certainly needs some relief, it is for you to evaluate his miseries but surely he would never insists for this against any one's will."

Mr. Sen smilingly concluded," Ok young, think over it and let me know tomorrow at 3:30 here."

So it would be a complete business cum sex package.(To be continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:35 PM

PART 5
It was 4:25 as I came out of Mr. Sen's office. I wanted to go home so took leave and left for home.

I felt that my life had changed all of a sudden. A man had talked so successfully about my wife's sexy assets and using that for seducing big business guns for muti-millions deals. It was greatest complement to me but how I was going to take it now? However again I realized hugeness of power of nature over human creations.

I reached home at about 5 pm two hours early than normal schedule. Ruchi and Manisha had gone to market. I took mother upstairs and told her, that had happened, as plainly as was possible.

She didn't look much surprised and was buried in thoughts for some moments and asked," What you really wish?"

"I don't know really!" I was confused for the first time on that day.

She began speaking slowly; " I too thought it earlier. See! our family has been loser from generations. People make jokes of us. "

She thought a bit," Your father retired from an inferior job and you too struggling just at middle level. Who in this world stands for us? "

She paused a bit," If you get this place... it can bring wonders to us, from honor to every thing. I know such things."

Remembering some thing she looked at my face and said," You know Sushma my cousin?"

"In Mauritius? " I said.

She spoke smilingly "We were grown up together. She got married three years earlier to me. Her husband was in Mauritius worked in a sugar mill. They have now made a big position.

One year after my marriage she sent me return air tickets to come to her for about a week and that was the only time your father and I went out went out. It was a great place to live and work. They suggested your father too may get good job there."

She said recalling her mind, " Incidentally in one late morning hours a Tanzanian living in Mauritius whom they know and his Egyptian friend who had come Mauritius for the first time, came to their house for a brief hasty halt just to refresh while they were passing through the town in a hired safari gypsy. He was escorting his friend to different places in island. They were on their way to National Park and Botanical Garden. The Tanzanian was quite a jolly and worked in manpower section in a textile mill in Mauritius.

Sushma and I quickly prepared some snacks but they had little time so we packed it for way.

Sushma hurriedly told him about us and asked him to tell a worthy job for your father. He looked quite interested. These people are very fond of Indian women's company. He wanted to take Sushma and me with them to National Park but your father didn't agree since it required a night stay. After that we didn't meet him."

She said," I think you make up your mind and act of your own."

"But if things comes up, how can I ever say to Ruchi to sleep with some one. That will spoil her. " For the first time I was so open before my mother.

She said in least audible words, "It is important that you two must have perfect confidence in each other. "

She was motherly telling me," It is difficult...I mean boyish to talk her like that. She can give company to a quality man with you or may be alone with some kind of freedom at times. "

She was speaking each word restrictively "I know adult homely ladies of our class have personal feelings but they would never speak. If she likes some one, she would have an inherent weakness for him and it is up to him how he passages with her. It is better if you limit yourself to that... I mean let her understand the net worth of a thing and put right atmosphere to her. If she hates any one don't insist or she would be spoiled. You know Mrs. Sen was to some extant in similar net but Sen had left it to her will. I do not think they have any problems in family."

She spoke sluggishly," More over If it comes at all, you can keep it very infrequent and for exclusive events. You may put limitations like rules... It doesn't mean that she should actually go in all events and you may find other solutions for him to keep your family upright."

She saw at my relieved face, "You may tell so directly or otherwise to Mr. Sen when you next meet him. "

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I began to get idea of basket but still I was not sure how exactly it would be coming in our family. I had the same prudence that my wife would never accept any sex pushed on her but she was sensitive and a worthy man had good possibility for her but in confidence under explicit atmosphere. As regards Reddi ji I was certain that he had a set of huge genitals with enormous undischarged gummy semen boiling to flood my wife's married pleasure hole.

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My wife Ruchi and sister Manisha returned from market after 6 p.My wife came upstairs to change in hurry and saw me on bed. She was looking stunning in blue sari and long sleeved blouse with bluish bangles in her arms. By surprise, I noticed that her 35 inches hips were looking a bit wider, giving a better trace of extensive crack between them. It strained my cock and I told her not to pleasssee change her sari. Looking me in dismay she went down for her busy evening schedules while I lay on bed just looking at ceiling and thinking of that crack.

My thoughts gradually drifted again to present events.

Although my wife had good idea of on-going events but I didn't know how I was going to make her listen me. I was only sure that I would have to talk her. I thought again and again of my mother's words and that really proved an excellent guide to me. I took a writing pad from side drawer and began logically writing the issues and points. Ultimately I came to a good conclusion and wrote the steps concisely on a fresh pad paper, making an extra copy and put the pad back in that drawer.

She came up around 10 p after finishing downstairs' works. She was still in same synthetic blue sari, she had wore for market. While she turned her back to me to bolt the door I was sure that her hips crack had widened in few days and that invited my eyes to her forbidden rosy opening. I lost track of priorities before me.

She opened almerah and picked salwar and kurta to change but I asked her to come with out changing. She appeared unwilling but still obliged me.

As she laid on bed, I put my hand on her breasts and said in sultry words," Please lay on your belly...I just want to kiss you only at your lovely back, uninterrupted!"

As I slowly said this odd request she looked at me and seeing at my gradually intoxicating eyes her face and eyes too began turning heavy and she slowly turned her back for me. I put my lips on her on her silky flat back. Feeling the tight bra lines I began slipping my mouth all her over blouses tightly covering her back. I moved my lips to the back of her neck and raising her arms, glided my lips in her moistened arm- pits to the extent I could manage from her back.

Gradually I shifted my lips to her naked silky back below bra line between her blouse and sari and moved fingers swiftly over her sari on her hips. Now very slowly I was traversing erotic hill mound feeling every centimeter of it. I thought, how many males would give up every thing to feel this beautiful crack between those mounds?

Replacing my fingers by my tongue, I made it to gradually drift to valley but the layer of her sari and then petticoat over panty were hindering any true feel of that. I extended my right arm towards her feet and pulled the hem of her sari. As the sari began uncovering her legs a wave of shame shivered her. She thrust her face deep in pillow with arms folding on back of her head. I pulled sari up releasing it from tugs as much as I could, and that gave me way to my mark. I rolled a bit sideways and slipped my head to her wide pulpy hips still under white petticoat. I moved my lips just below to her covered thick thighs joint and began counting my kisses till they were exactly twenty.

She again gave a shiver and rolled a bit on her right and folding her one leg upwards. This brought her pulpy hips before me in their full width and widened her hip crack. I knew that just by pressing the taut petticoat bridging her mounds, I would be on her valley crack.

I was laying on my right. I again extended my left hand to the hem of her petticoat with clear intention to pull it up and uncover her hips. She moved her hand from her head and jerked my hand that was trying to pull petticoat.

"Why darling please let me...see your hips naked." I said in hardly audible words.

"Nooo...I know... you will put your mouth there...it looks very dirty. Just do that if you want with petticoat there. " She spoke word by word.

"Pleasse let me pull petticoat, I will not remove underwear...please!" I said.

She firmly hold my hand saying softly," Ohhh please, but... have no underwear there."

"Why darling! "

"Those have become very tight in last few days and squeeze my joints and hips. Today I brought Itch-guard tube from medical store, I always feel itch there." She said.

Oh! Now I knew the reason of her hips looking wider. I was not wrong. She had no underwear there to hold them tightly.

Respecting her wish, I left the hem of petticoat and moved my lips to the cloth over spongy cushions hiding her crack.

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I opened my eyes at 6:35 in morning. My wife was in deep sleep lying on her right but mostly rested on her belly. I had been fucking her till 2 in morning. Her sari, laid on side chair, and her petticoat had come up almost to her leg joints that only covered her crack.

I saw her exposed back of her thighs and then they're meeting place. I got glimpses of her hairs and start of slit hidden in closed pulpy seat. How beautiful, women look lying that way.

I put my lips just at that pace which gave me a pungent mushy smell. I began kissing leg joint counting every kiss till they were fifty.

She opened her eyes and I pulled her to me. Now this was the time to talk her of business; about man who was mad to sleep with her.

I struggled a bit to gather words to say, " Darling! Last day Sen told me that they are likely to put me in exports."

"Great! Congratulations. " She said.

I said sultrily," Sen also told me that Reddi is not coming to senses after seeing you that night."

She blushed red as if all of her blood had come to her face. Her face and eyes again began becoming heavy. She looked at me in perfect amaze.

I said in my ever-lowest voice, "I think we need not feel Reddi ji a beast any more. Sen asked me to believe that Reddi is too shy and simple a man to ask for any woman. He had acted abnormally on that evening only due to a mischievous instigation's by some one. In fact his wife left him three years back and..."

Interrupting me suddenly she said in humid voice, " He is a worthy and nice but too shy, having large energies. He goes to gym and likes rich food but had not thought any woman till saw me that night...Like- like, Is it so!"

I almost jumped, "How do you know that?"

"Ladies have special ear," she smiled," Mother told me every thing you had said to her." She appeared lost some where.

"Really but when?"

"After we returned from market and you were laying here. "

An anxiety came in my mind that mother might have also told her some thing about proposed job's requirements of decoding big business contacts. That might unnecessary widened the scope of more ifs and buts.

"What did she told you?" I asked her.

"She told me gigantic things about your CEO."

Thanks! Mother had limited herself in giving her information only about Reddi ji.

"Look Ruchi, it is important that we understand the situation. They are giving us the position that we had never dreamed. " I said to her in most plain words.

She didn't say a word.

"Darling you know it, Reddi is in tortured state after seeing you that night... I mean if we consider this some way and we meet him again just to thank him or some thing like that."

"But what is the guarantee he would not loose his mind before every one after seeing me again." She said.

"Sen feels he is in real misery and expects us to give him bit of ease. It may be important for export things to go further although Sen had not said it categorically but it may be implied. " I said, "Well, I know it is difficult question for a lady to think and answer."

I put my lips to her lips and kissed them intimately.

"It is like that. You are married to me and we have an unbelievable opportunity for biggest career boost. We know that breaks not come again and again."

I said glumly," You are tempting and difficult to resist by any man particularly living in female exile... He has every thing - great life, great food, great body but is restless for a particular woman. He was keeping strict control over him for years but you melted him as if he was wax."

I continued," What if we give him some of your company to him? Not necessarily...I mean beyond limits...further it will depend only on you how you feel with him. "

She blushed and spoke in taunt," A man suggesting his wife to be flirted by his powerful boss. Is it not please, husband?"

"I am rather giving you purpose to think and feel. We can logically analyze the situation. Look, assume you are most pretty woman of earth and have two men here. One is your husband. The other man...I mean big man eager to boost your husband's career."

I said raising her curiosity," You love your husband and we are faithful to each other. The big man after seeing you, is killing himself."

She was truly looking in my eyes,' The more you restrict to your husband, we drift away from unbelievable coming to us. While as you think more for that big man, unbelievable begin chasing us but you may feel drifting from husband. "

She was mindful of my words.

"I thought over it that...

Here I lay on bed. Suppose the upper part of me is mine...I mean your husband and the below waist is Reddi. You have seen him quite closely and felt his vast heat on that evening. Now depending how you feel exactly you give stars to both of us, like they give to heroes. I mean for honest understanding of situation."

"Me giving him and you stars. You crazy man! " She asked.

"Wait a minute I am telling you...

Five stars to me: You kiss my lips five times distinctly: means-I AM ONLY YOURS. Highest possible grading to me but that would eradicate any chance for getting this boost. Lesser number of kisses means lessening step by step my husbandly position."

I continued with a pause," Now look at Reddi...I mean at my hard penis. NO KISS MEANS: it not possible for you to give him any company. Like five stars to me. Export things may not move that way.

Now ONE kiss at penis head means ONE STAR: you don't like him but can meet him only in my presence for career sake. Ascending number of kissed indicates better position for him. "

I looked at her face, which was red like a fresh tomato. She spoke shakily," I can't...no please...I can't."

I said," We have to give answer to ourselves dear before I reply Sen. It is not a force on any one of us."

She looked in my eyes.

I took out the pad from drawer, pulled the paper from binding and gave it to her.

"Darling, I have written choices on it. Read it."

She took it in uncertain hands and saw amazingly at it. T took another copy and read to her what I had written ;

- - - - - - - -

STARS to me.

*I am yours but impressed by Reddi ji for his big manly capacities.

**I am yours but also think of Reddi ji.

***I am yours.

***I am ONLY yours.

*****I am only –only- only-only-only yours.

- - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - -

STARS to Reddi ji.

* As woman I don't like him, but we are grateful to Reddi ji so I can give him some company in my husband's presence..

**After meeting him with my husband if I feel impressed, I may take me to public places like movies and hotels.

***I am impressed by his manly capacities and if he behaves properly in public while I am around him, he may win me discretely.

**** I am impressed too by his devotion for me and would like to consider him.

*****I too is attracted to him. "
(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:36 PM

PART6

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She looked at me as if I was crazy but I sustained my seriousness.

As she tried look at paper, " Read that darling. It would give us a logical answer."

Looking at wall clock I said," It is now 7:12. I shall be leaving for mill at 8:30. We have little less than one and half-hour. Please think and come upstairs at 8:15. I shall be on bed with eyes closed and naked below sheet. You remove the sheet and uncover me completely. Tell to Reddi and me through your lips. I will not open my eyes till you reply."

I said with a pause," I would open my eyes only after your reply and none of us would ever speak of this again. "

I saw trace of treats in her eyes. She read the paper again and again at least three times and cut her lower lip between teeth. I saw her eyelids were becoming heavy and intoxicated as she read it third time. Uncertainly an unprecedented rag of passion was engulfing her like wild fire.

I said deeply looking at her," But you would swear in name of my life...and speak truth how you take him."

She looked at me as if she had been thrown from a cliff. Even her ears began turning red.

Before her tears could emerge any more, I spoke," Take it in you please. I would never feel offended how you feel about him dear. He is a damn sexy man even from his look. He has biggest possible manly energies and is untouched by any woman for so much years. A virgin strongest and important man indeed. Every one has feelings. Now this has become prime important as I have to reply Sen in after noon. I fact I would also be excited if you have some fancy. This would really help us."

As I spoke about his capacities her eyelids dropped heavily and her lips went dry. She took my arm in her palm," But I can't swear for your life."

" We want to know truth even from ourselves. I can swear what I said is true to letters."

She took the paper and folding it went downstairs.

I had more than an hour to lay. Although I had given her that set of questions but I knew what her reply would be! She had the only choice of giving Reddi one Star means she didn't like him but may meet him while I would be there. Although stars for me didn't matter much but she had no choice but to give me three stars means she was only mine.

My basic idea was to break her erotically for the first time, as she would compulsorily kiss my cock knowing that it meant kissing Reddi's huge naked penis.

It gave me a strong surge in my loins. I would have to control or I may cum on my face. I didn't want to show my own weakness even to me at moment because that stuffed multi-millions transitions in it.

I had been laying there for more than half an hour.

It was 7:50. She came swiftly counting her steps. Her face was still heavy and reddish with sex load she had.

She came near to bed but before she could speak I pulled her to me and put my lips on hers. I kissed her and slid my tongue in her mouth. The three minutes union under that circumstance sent both of us in hot furnace.

She whispered as if she was in biggest guilt,"Pleasseee don't ask me to do that. I can't think...Nooo I can't dare that."

"Do that, open up pleeaassee. We have to, you know." I said pulling her lower lip between my teeth.

"You will not be upset?" She asked shakily.

'How could I? I know a weighty man that matters me has gone insane for you." I said like a child,"You tell your mind and after that we will never speak about it and reply to Sen that, let the things come at their own. But please not forget you are under swearing. "

Her face had gone wholly sultry as if she had extreme twitter deep in her female wealth.

She bite her lower lip and moved out of room.

I was 7:58, only fifteen minutes more –I was not worried about her answer, as I knew her only choice. It was the thrill of speaking to my wife about another man that had given me a wild excitement.

I had not taken bath but I postponed that for between 8:15 and 8:30.

My cock was straight and up and bursting under an unknown fear and tingle. I felt I would not be able to hold discharge. But in any case I had to keep control over me.

I got up from bed and with shaking hands put off my night kurta and pajama, followed by baniyan and underwear and carefully concealed them under the mattress. I was shark naked standing besides that empty wedding bed.

I laid myself on the bed. I lay straight and pulled the flower printed cotton sheet over me up to neck. My stiff had tented the sheet. I had no control over that but thanked God that I had not cum.

I saw the clock. I was 8:08.

I continued to watch bigger needle moving second wise. Its each 360-degree round looked like moving along periphery of Pacific Ocean. I didn't know how many times I might have tried to count my beats till it trickled to 8:13.

I prayed to God to give me more self control.

I pulled the sheet over my face and head. I lay there like a man waiting for a tempest to come in my life.

Ultimately a minute later I heard cautious sounds of opening and then closing and bolting the door.

From the micro pores in sheet fibers I sensed her image coming near the bed. She remained there for few seconds perhaps looking at the stiff tent. I closed my eyes tightly.

She drew the sheet from my face and pulled downwards to my thighs. My pole was fully erected, naked to ceiling.

I got a feeling of complete stillness in the room for about five seconds and as I had anticipated I felt her kneeling on my face.

I was going to get four may be five hot kisses from my sweet heart. Her tender lips touched mine. If she gave me five stars ; I thought ending of export line.

She kissed me once, lowest grade I could have

I am yours but impressed by manly Reddi.

Her lips moved away and after about 10 seconds again came in contact with my lips and she kissed once more. I clearly felt her lips were shaky.

Second kiss, I was unguarded to second step:

I am yours but also think of Reddi ji.

Her exhalation drifted from my lips and again there was the gap. I loosened my lips this time just to give her lips this time a swift bite.

I gap of time became more evident, she was teasing me.

To my wildest incredulity of life I felt her face was moving towards Reddi's side.

I sensed her breath close to my strained shaft. It came near the testicles and gradually climbed upwards along the shaft. I shivered as I felt her exhalation seeping on mushroom head of my...I mean on Reddi ji's penis.

She kissed the head by flatting her lips to hold it as much as she could do.

Reddi got one star, lowest grade but better than zero ;

---As woman I don't like you, but we are grateful to you so I can give you some company in my husband's presence.

Two stars to me and one to Reddi ji and that were the solution. I could give some positive answer to Mr. Sen.

Her breath drifted away but I could hear her both, the inhalations and exhalations. My heart had come almost to stand still. Reddi ji had a kiss on his shaft from my wife.

Again very slowly I felt another feel of her breath gradually coming near to penis.

Surprising she again began from balls, gradually climbing up. She almost took the head in mouth and gave a feeling of her salvia wetness all over it and then withdrawing her lips, she kissed again.

Second kiss, best possible stars to Reddi ji

---- After meeting you with my husband if I feel impressed, you may take me to public places like movies and hotels.

There was a deadly silence in the room and I heard breathing of both of us.

I thanked my lady. She had given reply in most suitable way. I could now perfectly speak to Sen and things would become straight. I still had my eyes tightly closed.

Suddenly I felt her fingers trickling on the shaft again and she pulled the skin to towards base, making pink head more exposed to air.

Gradually I felt her breath again coming near the head. She brought her lips near to it in hesitation. She lowered her shaking lips and kissed it once more.

Meant: I AM IMPRESSED BY YOUR MANLY CAPACITIES AND IF YOU BEHAVE PROPERLY IN PUBLIC WHILE I AM AROUND YOU, YOU MAY WIN ME DISCRETELY. Three stars to Reddi ji! My good!

I felt a cloud had abruptly burst on me and I was flooded with water. My heart missed at least five beats in chain.

I got TWO and Reddi got THREE Stars. He was the clear winner.

Was he getting another star? I thought sweating almost to my neck.

I had lost track of time. I felt her female heat near my face and then drifted to my left ear.

She whispered," Are you angry dear giving three to Reddi ji! You swore me not to lie. "

Still closing my eyes rigidly, I pulled her and passionately kissed her lips," Nooo dear never thanks."

She kissed my ear again and I heard sounds of her walking out of room.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:37 PM

PART 7

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Still lying naked on bed, I was in hell of excitement as only few minutes before my cute wife had at last broken the
most critical dilemma of our married life and revealed her mind in favor of other man. My cock was steeling rigid and was straight up to roof.

The CEO of my mill after seeing my wife in a function had gone crazy for her beauty and had sent bumper proposals that my family had never dreamed. That obviously meant getting our consent for her hand.

For complete three days and nights my family had been in the clutches of extreme lusts and fears, grossly unable to decide the way. It was not in my guts to discuss those indecent things with my wife but my witty mother helped me to great extent.

After collating all possible plus and minus she modestly replied questioner by kissing CEO's mock cock precisely three times. That was exactly three times of my expectations and meant she gave three stars to CEO and one star to me and that finally meant, I could not only say yes to him but she admired him as a man.

Else she had also given me a silky rope to tie our future!

I felt as if I was sitting on a bullet train and objects were fast trailing behind like dots. For the first time in four days my colleagues appeared to me as tiny grains of sand.

On other real side, I had only few minutes for leaving for mill but my cock had left me in no position to go even for bath. It was exploding and wanted to cum. I swept my hand over that, it came parallel to my loins momentarily but sprang up again.

In grip of strong lust I called my wife just loud enough for her to hear me downstairs. Few minutes later I heard her footsteps climbing the stairs. She came in and saw me naked on bed with my standing pole.

She smiled with annoyance," Chhh chhh, You would be late!"

I looked in her eyes and spoke most sultry words of my life," Take it please."

She came towards bed and glanced my hard shaft for few moments. Then smilingly she knelt besides the bed and took her mouth near my shaft. She then opened her mouth quite wide and leaning further lowered that on my standing penis to almost three fourth of its length.

There was no lip or tongue contact with my shaft but I could feel the wet warmth of her breath around whole shaft. A couple of minutes later she lightly closed her mouth but not making any grasp to shaft and she slipped her lips loosely up and down few times. After that she finally kissed at mushroom tip and stood up.

She softly slapped her hand over my wet shaft and smiled," Get up now or you would be late."

Looking at my pity state but unable to stay any more, she left the room.

I got up from the bed but had the most difficult bath of my life with that hard cock.

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At 8:55 am, I was entering the same gate of mill but that looked completely different that day.

I went to floor and then to my tinny cabin. I didn't know why I felt more affinity for that wooden cabin. Sitting there I tried to listen noises of machines but they appeared strangely calm.

Some where in my mind I was worried how it all was going to happen so drastically. It was important for this bumper assignment that my wife had better consideration for big people we were likely to confront. The most crucial to take- off was Reddi ji. My wife had hijacked his sexual peace. The others would be big and influential people of other continents.

I was now getting better perception of situation. Mr. Sen was a sharp man and had bigger dreams. To the best senses of me, he was looking himself as new CEO or may be vice president of company.

His primary concern was to capture highest trade links in Sub-Saharan Africa and show his strong talents to management. For this specific aim he wanted to obtain Reddi's endorsement on his indecent proposition to use my family for export aims and consequently unspoken approval from company board.

He was not taking risks with new comer like me and wanted me to put on a new additional place as manager exports just to use my wife's assets for new links in African sub continent. For the original post he needed an experienced man to look regular complex office business.

I was shaky how she would encounter colossal black Africans for multi million matters. To my guess if that came to her, she at the best might give them a limited freedom to the extent of touching and may be kissing but it was difficult beyond that. Today it was clear to me that she was conservative but it was not like that her assets were made only for me, there was every possibility for a man with capacities to attract her.

However I was afraid that if it came forcibly on her than our married life would be in greatest mess.

I kept on thinking but again and again came to same unsure ending: let the things take their own course. I was not sure that an uncertain answer would do with Sen.

Sitting in cabin I became scared of frequents tremors of uneasiness coming to me. I left the cabin and amid machine crawls, walked to the third floor that was next to mine and saw Ravinder. He was a colleague of me and we worked under the same boss. Seeing me, he flashed a smile and I towed him to canteen to have some rejuvenate.

At canteen we chatted aimlessly with cutlets and tea. He casually mentioned our boss's worries when Mr. Sen had asked a report of my work and conduct. I made a hit-or-miss type reply that was even not clear to me. In between talks I continued to think of the pleasures a woman can give to man.

We killed about an hour and then leaving him to his floor I came back to my cabin.

Slowly it was now 3:15 in after noon.

Fifteen minutes later again I would be in that princely chamber of Mr. Sen.

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Mr. Sen looked friendly sitting on revolving chair as I said calculating each word," Sir I think as you said last day a touch by an exceptionally beautiful woman might break even a king. Certainly my wife can give reasonable freedom to high persons for specific company aims. "

"Suppose, demands more?" Sen asked keenly.

"If we push it on her...it may not work. Believe me sir, it would be a lifetime opportunity for shark African to have courtship with my cute wife, even if it has limits. We have positive outlook and things take a way of their own... I mean we may expect high success rate. "

"I appreciate your point." He spoke," But we are much counting on your wife's talents. Of course we appreciate your mother's maturity but I am yet to see how your wife answers a man of highest business."

I was now getting his shrewd prospective even better.

There was silence for few seconds before I said," Reddi ji is a great man. Believe me sir, I too wish that he got ease. I have no hesitation if he meets my wife but...she has never been with any man except me... he should have better patience with ladies. After all he can get any sexual comfort from women only...he can win a woman by patience." I gave him the best hint.

"That is helping," Sen said, "I believe Reddi ji would be diligent this time. "

After a brief silence Mr. Sen again spoke," You know! Reddi ji is leaving for South Africa tomorrow mid night...I will let you know later."

I said in no hesitation." As you like, sir."

"Ok thanks. " Sen said.

I left his office feeling an uncertain triumphant and came to my tiny cabin.

At about 4:45 while I was completing one register with weekly details my intercom buzzed. It was Sen himself. He asked," Would it be possible for you and your wife to come for dinner today around eight in evening. Please also bring your mother."

I was dazzled to hear him direct on line," It is a honor for us, sir." I said.

I was surprised how fast the jet was taking off.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:37 PM

PART 9

It was little late than six as I reached home and told mother about the invitation. She smiled but was not surprised. Ruchi was in our room so I walked upstairs.

She wore black synthetic sari and was leisurely lying on bed reading a magazine. Her both legs were widely open and a bit folded upward, while her loose hairs were over her breasts. Hearing steps she looked up and found me at door.

She grimly smiled but her face was heavy and her eyes were filled by sexual tint. I came to bed, sitting besides her kissed her lips. Before I could speak she told me with dry tongue that about an hour back Mrs. Sen rang mother and invited us for dinner at 8 in evening. She has specifically asked for me.

She looked like as if she was in some fantasy.

Mrs. Sen invitation to them was surprising to me. That meant that before talking me on intercom, Mr. Sen had some consultations with his wife.

My wife was feeling some unease and was opening and closing her legs alternately.

I asked," What is darling?"

She shyly said," I am having uneasiness there." She vaguely pointed her finger towards her leg joints. I recalled her telling me last night of tightening underwears and itch problems.

That gave me a partial erection," may I give some relief by my tongue." I spoke sultrily.

"You naughty man!" She slapped at my back but her face lit in passion.

I said her," You are tempting... Now please get up and be ready for Sens. take a bath... I want you to look exceptional... Wear that black long kurta and white tight salwar?"

She made the same glance at me and closing her thighs bit more tightly she said," What you were saying?"

"I mean just hurry up..." I said.

"No about that... Here." she again pointed her finger towards her groin.

I had immediate reaction on my cock," I could give ease there by tongue."

"But we have no time."

"I can do that quickly." I said.

Her eyes became heavier and she swept her tongue on her dry lips.

"But in five minutes only. First close the door. " She said shakily.

Believe me, for the first time in our married life she said like that. My cock was tortuous.

I sprang to the door, closed that and came back to bed. She was still lying with open and legs folded upward.

I knelt and delicately hold the hem of her black sari and clipped it with her petticoat in my fingers and pulled them up together till both came to her waist. Her legs were already open wide.

I knelt further and saw her crack with small hairs. It had swelled and was wet that emitted an extremely salty smell. I put my tongue to her exact womanhood pie and she shivered. As I slipped my tongue more on her crack and she began hissing and pushing her shivering groin up.

Every tongue slip of me began drawing heavy liquid from her hole.

It continued for five minutes and she was completely blasted herself by passion.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 14-04-2019, 12:37 PM

PART 10

It was little dark at 7:50 when we reached in mill estate adjoining to our mill. There was a VIP enclosure, which had six old red brick bungalows. Each had a hedge boundary. Sen's bungalows were third in row. A guard with gun at gate escorted us to verandah through a wide paved way. The out side of house was full of flowers and to the extreme right was green house for plants.

While moving on that small approach road through big lawn I looked at Ruchi. She wore long black kurta, tight enough to nicely display her sexy contours and that had slits from hem up to her waist on both sides. These long cuts to some extent sexily revealed sides of her thigh warped in white curidar salwar. Her white bra over her firm round & heavy breasts revealed through her tight black kurta. Her both arms were full of glass black bangles.

Her delicate clean feet were ties in moderate 2" high heel black sandals and showed her dark red polished nails and silver toe ring. At my insistence she had kept her hairs loose that were flowing at her back to her hips.

I was just following her and looked at her lovable wide hips gracefully swaying with her every step. I really felt proud for what I had at my bed. In winters before bathing she stroked her body by wax like cake of solidified coconut oil, which maintained her silky skin and sexy female fragrance. Indian herb shampoo kept her hairs dense and deep right up to her hip mounds.

The guard pressed the bell and a servant quickly answered the call and led us through a wire netted verandah to a lavish living room.

It was big and high roofed room richly carpeted and with long curtains hanging over imposing windows. There were two parallel majestically large sofa sets each with one large four seated and a pair of love seats in graceful blue tapestry. A big-black glassed center table was placed at the center over a white and blue checkered Persian carpet. A number of chairs and stools were placed in between sofas. Roughly those six sofa pieces made a hexagon.

A big TV and musical system was set along right wall. The room was softly lit through over hanging lights. All around on wall there were big imposing oil paintings and enlarged photographs.

Towards inner wall there was a large dining table separated by a carved collapsible wooden stand. On back of it was a door for kitchen and a gallery in center leading inside of house. There were other doors on sidewalls for other rooms.

Ruchi and I sat on a big sofa towards dining side while mother preferred love seat on our right.

A little after Mrs. Sen emerged from gallery. She appeared in late thirties, fair color, not very tin nor fat but bit busty and with nice hips of high-class matures woman. She looked artistic in blue sari with sleeveless blouse and matching black sandals. Her untied hairs not very long, were loosely fell on her back.

On her both arms she wore a pair of gold bangles and in between them her almost forearm half arm was filled by about a dozen of dark blue glass bangles and in few whites between them. Her nails on long fingers were carefully polished in reds and she wore a diamond wedding ring in her forefinger and a silver ring on her married feet's toe.

Although other's wife always look attractive but if I was made a beauty judge, I would have given her half marks to my wife.

Ruchi and I stood as she greeted us. She came near to Ruchi and waved me to sit on sofa that was on verandah side. She sat close to my wife on her right on that large sofa. Mother remained on her right on love seat arranged at an angle to large sofa.

She looked at us intimately as if knowing all for years. Her eyes said she was delighted to see us. The air was calm except some noises of cooking coming from kitchen

She asked my mother about her health and said something about their only kid of ten years. Looking at my wife, she smiling congratulated me and asked my mother to tell her the place where such beautiful ladies are made. Mother smiled and softly tapped her back.

Little later Mr. Sen bit tall and with out unnecessary flesh appeared from gallery. He was wearing a steel gray suite and black tie and had same shining rectangular glasses on his fair face. He was carrying a colorful booklet in his hand.

This time mother also got up from her love seat. He smiling folded his hands towards mother and waved us sit. He came near to me and sat same large sofa to right of me. I was directly opposite to Mrs. Sen while he faced my wife.

The room had a pleasing cool air but it was giving me erotic blow- hot-- blow- cold type breezes. I looked again at Mrs. Sen. How on earth one could even think that she was sleeping with some big man that too with the consent of her husband? The couple looked absolutely faultless.

Mr. Sen flashed a brief smile at my mother and asked," How are you? I still remember the old days!"

" We are well by grace of God and well wishes from good people like you." Mother said waving at me," I very much remember your help in taking him in mill."

"No... No you shouldn't say like that," Sen softly said and asked mother," How do you like we are doing now?"

"I know you always think big." Mother said admiringly.

With a pause he again spoke to mother looking at his wife across the carpet," She was telling me you felt bad for Reddi ji."

I saw that a wave of redness crept on my wife's face. Had he known how many stars she had secretly given his boss, he would have lost his breath!

"No... No Sen sahib...you are our own people, how can we feel wrong." Mother replied gracefully.

"You know Reddi ji is careless about that but later he felt extremely said." He said.

Mrs. Sen looked at her right to mother," Actually aunty, these both man have become biggest admirer of your family. " Then looking mischievously at her husband she said," Last evening Reddi ji was here and he said me to ask you to find an another wife for him just like your bride."

I looked at my wife sitting in front of Mr. Sen. The redness of her face suddenly engulfed also her ears.

Mrs. Sen hold my wife's hand and teasingly eyed her husband before she spoke to mother," Aunty, Reddi ji is having his problems but you know what my husband said to me...he said me I ask you... You should not to forget him for another wife for some time... "

Sen's fascination for my wife -that was news to me. I was compelled to look at my right to Mr. Sen. He was sheepishly looking at his wife. Mrs. Sen teasingly continued to hold my wife's hand who had lowered her eyes and her face had completely gone red.

My mother again smilingly slapped at the back of Mrs. Sen sat at her left.

An old servant came with a try having coffee and served us.

I looked at Sen from corner of eyes. He was stealing a glance at my wife as she slightly bent to keep her cup on a stool and eased her legs again crossing one over other.

The atmosphere in the room had turned sexy.

As the servant disappeared behind the wooden partition Sen gave me the booklet he was having in his hand.

As I carefully saw and turned paged, I felt that my wife was looking at me curiously.

It was a brochure prepared by India's Textiles Exports Promotion Council displaying pictures and data that exports of synthetic and rayon textiles had risen sharply to Rs. 4,3350 millions a 27 % rise over the previous year. The brochure highlighted that it planed to explore market potential in Nigeria, South Africa, Kenya, Ethiopia, Tanzania, Ghana and Mauritius. The council also had programs to introduce Indian manmade textiles through exhibitions in Kenya and had invited industries.

Sen told me that we are one of the best in country in synthetic and rayon's and had best scope in that matter. He meaningfully suggested that my wife and I should begin getting all knowledge regarding this trade.

Mrs. Sen was talking to my mother and I was keeping my ear as mother was telling about my wife's cooking perfection and her talents in music and dancing.

I intervened looking at my wife," Actually if you ask me, she was fanatic for making garden but we do not have much space. She has been insisting for bonsai plants and I think that is what she wants most." I looked at my wife. Ruchi eagerly nodded.

This made Mrs. Sen almost to jump. "You never told..." Then realizing it was our first such meeting She said," We had big collection on bonsai. Last year Reddi ji went to Japan and added a truck load to that."
It compelled my wife too to jump in talks and she asked," Really, in this house?"

'We have a semi closed terrace garden on roof. It is best in area. I will show you. It is in fact a creation of Reddi ji."

I never saw Ruchi so curious.

Mr. Sen took brochure from me and waved her to come to him. She was swift to answer and walked to us. He waved her to sit and she carefully sat on his right, tilting towards him and not resting her back on back of that large sofa. She had shrieked her legs inwards to base. Surely he had a good feel of her coconut mingled womanly fragrance.

Sen gave her the booklet and asked her to see it. She turned the pages with keen interest. As she came to last leaf, Sen tried to explain by extending his forefinger to paper but she had difficulty in holding paper flat in air so she put that on her lap.

Sen told her moving his fingers over the paper, "See this, I would like to know how you think about this exhibition business in Africa." He explained at length to her about business prospects in Africa with his fingers softly moving on graphs and data on the paper. Her ears were becoming reddish.

She read that again and told him that was best idea. Sen told her to think about it and they may discuss it some other day. She took that booklet and glanced at me for couple of seconds and went to her place on the side of Mrs. Sen. While Sen was talking to my wife I had seen that his wife had been curiously seeing him few times form edge of her eyes.

It was now little late than nine and I though of time.

Suddenly we heard a sound of a car that stopped on paved road just outside the house. Then there were thuds of closing of car's door. Mr. Sen sitting on my side came to a distinct alert and every one looked towards door.

Few moments later to my surprise I saw Reddi ji entering the door escorted by gunned watchmen.

The first one he saw in nicely lighted room was my wife sitting on sofa that was almost facing the door. He then looked around. His amazement told me that he was not expecting us.

Sen and we all except Mrs. Sen stood as he walked in.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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