Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could barely believe that my wife was sitting topless on another man's lap, but the sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than a foot taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny next to him.


He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on her back on the couch. He then knelt on the floor beside her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth, and then moved down her body, covering her neck, breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in another world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite him even more. He slipped one hand under her skirt and started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs showing her legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink, and her feet looked very shapely and delicate. He started kissing and licking her feet and legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly for a couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and lowered her panties and removed them, as she lifted her buttocks to allow him to take them off.

He resumed kissing her neck and boobs and licking her nipples with his tongue. He slipped his hand up her skirt again. She started squirming and it was clear that he had a finger or two in her pussy. He continued fingering her for several minutes while he went back and forth between her nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger. It was dripping wet. He tasted her juices and then suggestively slipped the finger in her mouth and made her lick her own juices.

He then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him a condom. I hadn't expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. I guess this was his way of asking my permission to fuck her. My wife seemed surprised by this as well, but before she had time to think, he gave the condom to her. He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible erection within his jockey shorts. He then motioned to my wife to put the condom on him. She hesitated for a second and looked at me and I told her to go ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and then lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a prominent pink head. She struggled to get the condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She had never put on a condom before since I always did it myself. She fumbled with his cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, and I was fascinated to watch her handling his cock. After she was done, he stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid her on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her skirt all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and pubic area. He placed a cushion under her butt to position her pussy at the right height.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He kissed her briefly on her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. Her brown pussy lips looked moist and inviting. He then parted her legs, folding them at the knees and raised them till her knees were above her chest. He knelt beside her and entered her effortlessly. He started with slow, deep strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into her. I could not see her pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch her with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt bobbing up and down between her legs. His skin looked very pale against the golden brown complexion of her legs. He kept this up for a while and then started thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let out a grunt as he entered her each time. She was not used to this, because I was usually much more gentle with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop him. She was also breathing faster and started to sweat a little.


He continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He clearly had a lot more endurance than I did, and it took quite a while for him to come. As he was coming, he started grunting loudly and thrust into her ever more vigorously. After he was finished, he rolled over to the side and they snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me. He rolled her over on top of him and made her bounce on his softening cock until it slipped out of her. My wife seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she had been very well fucked. He asked her to remove the condom from his cock and she disposed it off. He then asked for a napkin. She grabbed a napkin from the end table and wiped off his cock, which was covered in his cum. I was surprised because she had never done this for me. She then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. As the doctor put his underwear and jeans back on he told me that he thought my wife was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to her. When my wife came back, he kissed her passionately again. He soon left thereafter.

My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone would find out. I assured her that it was OK with me, and that the doctor would be discreet about this (which he was).

The doctor called my wife again the next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by again. When she asked me about it, I happily agreed. I found that my wife didn't seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.

He showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on her lips as he came in.

Just we she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge turn-on to watch her topless as we sat at the dinner table. I opened a wine bottle and made sure that all of us had a couple of glasses to drink.

After dinner, he immediately started cuddling with her. This time he undressed her fully and he also got completely naked. They cuddled naked on the couch for a while. He had a nice build and it was clear that he kept in good shape. He was taller and quite bigger than me. He had broad shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which my wife seemed to like.

He then picked up my wife and made her sit on his lap and started nibbling on her tits. He put her down on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her to come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he wanted her to suck him. My wife had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as a prelude to sex. He caressed her hair and brought her head closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her mouth. He was circumcised, and his cock looked very different from mine because of his white skin, the bulbous pink head, and the light brown hair that covered his pubic area. He instructed her to do various things with her mouth, like licking up and down the length of his cock, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock, and kissing the underside of his cock and his testicles. He would then again have her take his cock into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding her head up and down the length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and started doing it without his help, holding onto the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. When he was close to coming, he would stop her and ask her to lick around and below his cock. This was repeated several times, until his cock was covered in her saliva and smeared lipstick.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very clear view of all this. When he finally started coming, his cock was still inside her mouth, but he pulled out quickly and his cum fell on her chin, neck and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, but he made her hold his cock and pump him until the last few drops came out. He then made her kiss his cock again. He was starting to go soft again, but he asked her to continue to lick his cock till he was hard again.


When he was erect again, he fucked her on the living room floor as he had done before. This time he didn't use a condom, and came inside her when he finished. She then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while with a damp cloth and wiped off the cum and her juices from his cock.

From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends. He would stop by on a Friday normally. He would always bring a nice gift for my wife, including expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes he would stay overnight and leave the next morning.

He got her to do many things she had never tried before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn't seem to mind it much, and I let him push her around a little bit. He clearly enjoyed the power he had over her, and especially seemed to like to take her in front of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the floor, or to have her sit on his cock and ride him. She had done neither of these before. He would usually make her face me, so that I could see the expressions on her face. It sometimes took him a while to get an erection. Usually she had to suck him for sometime to get him up. But once he was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to rub her clit as she was riding his cock, and she learned to get herself off this way. He also got her gradually to let him come in her mouth. She first used to spit out his cum, but eventually he got her to swallow most of it as her came in her mouth.

When he stayed over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties. He would spend much time cuddling with her, and would usually fuck her in the morning as I lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in the morning, he would take her with him to the shower and have her soap, wash and dry him off. She was happy to go along with his demands and I didn't mind it much either.

We also went to his place several times. He had a nice condo in the city. He had a well-stocked bar and he liked to play drinking games with my wife, usually getting her very drunk. She gets drunk easily and is a lot of fun when she is drunk. We made up several silly games designed so that my wife would lose and would have to take off her clothes or perform various sex acts on him or me. He had a small collection of porn movies that we watched together. My wife had never seen any before and it was an eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some of the girls in the movies.

We never did a threesome. Sometimes he would ask her to suck me or to have me fuck her while he just watched us. I always preferred to watch them do it. Those days I used to fuck her almost everyday, so I didn't mind holding back on those days when saw the doctor. It was very exciting for me to watch my wife with another guy, especially an older white guy who really seemed to get off on doing it with a shy, married Indian girl.

We continued this for several months, after which we had to move to a nearby town and saw him less often. My wife continued to see him as her doctor for a couple more years. He even continued to do my wife's annual exams. Of course, I always went with her for her exams and they never failed to arouse me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Total Domination

My name is Trevor Stevens. I'm a white man from Florida, 46, 6'3, well-built, short brown hair. I recently got married to an Indian woman named Priya. How we met and what happened in between are all very, very interesting tales.

I was invited by one of my employees, Rajesh, He and his family had moved from India just a year back. He's a pretty unremarkable man, a guy that can rub you the wrong way with his crooked look. I don't judge people by looks, so I wanted to get to know him. Though I quickly found out what kind of man he was, when he told me details of his family during the drive.

"Excuse my son, he's a bit stupid. My wife is more fat these days, I don't hope you mind eating with her."

Asshole was my first reaction, yet I bit my tongue. We got to the house, I got out the car and we walked to the house.

"If you don't like the food, I can always make her cook anything you want."

"No need," I said with a gritted smile.

I walked in and was amazed at the quality of his home. Two story house, excellent décor, plush carpeting, amazing entertainment set-up, looked like a home made for a king, yet it was occupied by a clown.

I saw his wife walk up to her husband. Immediately I was blown away by her. She was 5'8, taller than her husband, looked to be in her mid-thirties, had long black hair, a curvaceous build, tasty mocha brown skin, a beautiful face, juicy lips, large breasts and a juicy ass. The exact type of body we in the west have learned to covet, the J.Lo, Beyonce type-body we want our women to have, something to hold on to, a beautiful woman made for sexual pleasure. She was wearing a form-fitting shiny blue Indian dress.

I wanted to put him to his knees and make him eat his words: how dare he label her, such a sexy women, as "fat." I knew right away that he was probably too small to handle a real woman like her.

I approached her, put my hand out, she shook it with her delicate brown hands, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She was surprised by my candour.

"Hello, my name is Trevor."

"I'm Priya," she said in her Indian accent.

She looked at me with a coy expression.

I knew where I wanted her at the end of that night, I knew right away then what was going to happen: at the end of the night she and I would be in the nearest bedroom, having sex. Sounds insane, but I just knew I was taking her that night, and he was not going to do a thing about it.

He shouted at her rudely in his language. My resolve grew stronger. Knowing her husband was a total jerk made me even more motivated. The thought of me, a white man, with his beautiful Indian wife in his own bed was something that made me more excited than words can express. The interracial taboo of her culture forthright in my mind, knowing this would break so many of her cultural taboos, it made me hard in an instant.

"Your wife is very beautiful."

"Please, no need to be so polite, Sir," he said with a sly smile, as if I were joking with him.

I chose to ignore his existence for the rest of the night. I walked towards the kitchen. I saw her son in the lounge, I gave him a polite wave, he responded back.

I approached Priya in the kitchen, standing right beside her as she stirred the oven.

"Looks good."

"Oh thank you, I been working on it all day."

"I wasn't talking about the food," I said with a cheeky grin. Nothing better to break the ice than some cheesy interplay.

She giggled shyly, "Oh funny."

"I wasn't joking," I said seriously, "You're gorgeous."

"Please," she said while blushing.

Not wanting to come across too strong right away, I asked a basic question.

"So where you from Priya."

"Mumbai, originally."

"Ah, so when did you marry Rajesh?"

"When I was very young..."

"I see..."

"We met through family, it was all arranged," she said glumly.

"So how you like America, how long you been here?"

"Over a year, we like it a lot. The culture is very different but we adjust."

"Ah yes, more free willing here, I bet?"

"Yes, women dress so much differently."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yes that is true...I think that American-style would suit you, Priya."


She blushed again. "Oh please, I don't have the figure."

"Oh you do! You're a real sexy woman, Priya. In the west we really admire a woman with a solid, curvy figure like yourself."

She blushed some more. "Really? My friends say that here, but my husband don't agree."

I moved a step closer. "Excuse me if this is too harsh: your husband is wrong."

"Oh?" I piqued her interest.

"I work with him; I know what kinda man he is. I'm very surprised he has a wife such as yourself, you're far too good for him."

She continued to stir her pot, lowering her voice. "Please you mustn't say that."

I made my move. I put myself right infront of her, swiped aside her shiny scarf, then put my hand on her bare hip.

"I know I'd be proud to have you as my woman."

I knew what she was thinking when she saw that bulge: is this white man bigger than my husband? I can't speak for all white men or Indian men, but in this case: yes, I was -- significantly. I had 9 reasons why she needed to be with me that night, right there in my pants. I made it noticeable: I had my tight pants on. My hard-on was rubbing against her ever-so-gently.

"I, I --"

"Don't answer. Just think...I'll go help your son with the table." I grabbed the near-by plates and left. Leaving her with those thoughts, I knew what the result would be.

I saw her son fixing up the table. I helped him set the plates.

"Hey I'm Trevor, your dad's boss."

"Hello, Sir," he replied polity, also speaking in an accent. He was around 5'6, slim build, light brown skin, black hair.

"So, you like it here in America?"

"Yes Sir. Everything's great, all great, expect for..." he grumbled, then looked over at his dad who was sitting on the couch.

"Too strict?" I asked.

"Yeah, and stupid."

"I'm surprised your mother married someone like him."

"Lots of people say that, all my friends comment on how pretty my mom is. They think she's so good-looking"

"Guess he's the lucky one, huh?"

"Him?" he had a confused expression on his face, "I don't think he has the size for a woman like my mother."

"You should show him more respect though," I said trying to sound politically correct, though fully agreeing with him.

"To him? I'll show respect to a man like you, but never him. He believes in teaching with the belt and shoe, he has no intelligence. He treats me and mom like dirt, he believes following tradition is more important than being a happy family. He's a pathetic father."

I was impressed by her son's attitude. He understood what was going on around him and showed proper respect to me. I was also surprised with how open he was. Knowing he hated his father made it better for me: I knew humbling his father would give her son some satisfaction too.

"Sorry Sir," he said while looking down. "I spoke out of line."

I patted him on the shoulder, "No problem. What's your name?"

"Ravinder."

I smiled at him. I looked at the table and saw there was a chair at the head of the table. That really pissed me off. From where I'm from, all the chairs were lined up together, there was no one lone chair signifying a leader. To show that man a lesson, I pulled up the chair and sat at the head of the table.

"Umm, that's my dad's seat."

"Well I'm the guest and his boss. Don't worry, Son. He won't say a word to me."

He grinned. "Cool, very cool."

"Dinner's ready," shouted Priya.

She walked into the dining area, surprised at where I sat myself. She nodded to me and smiled.

Her husband walked by, not saying a word, and sat to the left of me, his wife to the right, and her son next to her.

She laid out the food, we began to eat. Rajesh tried starting up a conversation.

"So, ahem, Mr. Stevens --"

"This food is delicious, Priya," I deliberately ignored him and set my sights on his wife.

"Oh, thank you."

I put my hand on her leg, giving it a nice, gentle squeeze. I was staking my territory.

She cleared her throat. "So, ahem, Trevor, please tell us about yourself."

"Well I'm forty-six now, actually looking to settle down, yes I'm unmarried. I head an I.T department at work, pretty tough job, I always go home to my little apartment so tired. Oh did I tell you I'm sleeping over?"

Her husband looked shocked; he was going to say something before I but-in.

"Yes, he kindly gave me that offer." I looked at him and gave a slight glare, "That right?"

He looked down and mumbled, "Yes."

Priya nudged closer. "That's wonderful. Please, keep talking about yourself."

"Umm, well, I grew up here. Four brothers, all married. I'm not a fanatic but I like to go to the gym, stay fit."

"Oh I can see that," she said with a giggle.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Well I'm doing well for myself, then."


The family kept eating. I nudged closer to Priya and whispered to her.

"You know, your husband will never ever dare say a word against me. He even try, well, I promise you got me protecting you and your son."

"Thank you," she said gratefully.

After finishing our meal, I stood up and made my boldest move yet.

"I'm so tired, I better get to bed." I put my hand out to Priya, "You coming?"

She looked at me, stunned. Her son had his mouth wide open; he knew the game I was playing and what move I made. Her husband just sat there silent.

"I'm taking the master bedroom since I'm above your husband in status. I feel so wrong about going to bed without having you, the able-bodied woman of the house, as sexy as you are, not in the bed with me. You going to bed with him while I sleep under the same roof? As a man, I can't let that happen, I won't allow that to happen. You need a real man, I need a woman for the night, come on, it feels right."

She looked deep into my eyes, "Umm, umm, yes! Yes I-I agree. Can I go to the bathroom first to get ready?"

I pulled her in closer, my hard-on ripping through my pants. "You feel proud about this?"

She nodded, "I do, a lot."

I gave her a hefty slap on the ass, "Go on, then, to the bathroom. Get ready for your white knight."

She jogged away to the bathroom. I didn't even take a look at her husband as I walked right out the dining room. Before I did go, I looked over at her son.

"Hey Son, if he does anything to you, let me know, ok?"

"Yes, Sir."

Knowing I, a white man, had taken his Indian mother right in front of him, and just humbled his father as well, made me more pumped up than I had ever been in my entire life. That feeling of interracial conquest was amazing.

Priya finished up in the bathroom then raced into the bedroom. I went inside the bathroom and undertook my sex ritual. I took my dress shirt off, my trousers, everything, laid them out neatly, and stood there naked, pumping myself up. Knowing I was gonna give her 9 inches of white cock, her first real sexual experience, knowing I took the Indian wife and mother to the bedroom by gentle force and was about to have sex with her -- in her husband's bedroom! I was ready.

I walked into the room, naked, setting the tone for the relationship. She too was naked, waiting for me, her clothes and bangles in a discarded heap, putting emphasis on her culturally rebellious act. She stood their smiling, her large breasts on show. She marvelled at me, amazed, seeing a body-type she had never seen before. Shaven, built and most importantly, large. I gave her a look, a look that said, "Take it all. I'm in charge."

I walked over to her, kissed her, getting a taste of those tasty ruby lips. I wanted to kiss those lips as much as I could, before I stretched them out for another purpose. She looked at me, eager, ready. I held her head, pushed it down and got her eye level with my cock. She touched it, held it, amazed at the size, width, shape. She then stuck it in her mouth. From there on, it was all over: she was mine now.

She put her hands on my ass as she sucked on my cock, her cheeks turning red as she took something the size of which she'd never experienced. I stroked her soft black hair as she swallowed, also taking big feels of her sexy breasts. I eased her off my cock; she looked at me with pleading eyes. I lifted her up to the bed, and looked at the woman I knew I would be fucking for a long, long time.

She laid herself out on the bed, I got myself on it too. I asked if she had any condoms, she looked through the drawer for some, she found none in my size. I saw a devilish glint in her eye when she told me this: she knew she was getting something significantly larger than what her husband could ever deliver.

"You mind if I go bare?" I asked.

"Please," she replied, "I want nothing less."

"You think you can take it."

She nodded. "I want it that big."

I opened her legs and marvelled at her untamed Indian vagina. The smell was intoxicating; it was already dripping wet, ready for its first white cock. I readied my cock, held it steady, then one mighty shove and it was in. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the neck, her face contorting in pleasure. She rubbed my hands all over my back, turned on by the definition. All that time in the gym paid off: it was all to take charge of this Indian woman's life.

It felt so right. Me: the strong white man she always wanted, her: the submissive Indian women that was begging to take care of all my needs in exchange for my influence and power in the world. It was a perfect match.

I pumped myself hard, aggressively, giving her the kind of pleasure she never received before. She moaned loud, her hi-pitch groans like a perfect symphony in my head. I'm sure her son could hear, that got me so excited, him knowing a white man had walked in and taken his Indian mom to the bedroom, his dad able to do nothing, they just watched as I took what I rightfully felt I earned. Ten minutes in, she was drenched in sweat, I don't think she was used to the stamina I had. With me she got pleasure and a workout.

I turned her around, let her on top, I grabbed her sweet brown juicy ass, slapping and feeling it with both hands. Her smooth juicy ass, hmmm, still my favourite feature of her, her husband was a fool to let it go.

I was fully bareback, I got ready to take my cock out to cum, but she held my cock in and shook her head.

"No, no, inside me please, won't be pregnant, inside me please."

The sweetest thing a man could hear.

I pumped myself hard and cummed deep inside her.

"Oh yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned in that sexy accent. Her toes were curled, her body was shaking: she had just gotten her first real orgasm.

She was breathing heavy. I let her rest for a few minutes. I wasn't planning to sleep that night; I planned to go all the way till sunrise.

I grabbed her breast as she lay there in an orgasmic trance.

"Ready for more?" I said as I rubbed my already semi-erect cock on her leg.

She smiled and nodded. "Oh please. Yes."

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The rest of the night could be called a rinse-and-repeat session: I plowed that Indian pussy from 10 till 5. In between fuck session, I walked out the bedroom, naked, sweating, cum dripping of my cock, went in the kitchen, opened the fridge and cracked open some cold ones. As I chugged those down, getting myself ready for more action with that tasty Indian babe of mine, I saw her husband in the living room, sleeping on the couch, I didn't give him a second look.


Being the gentlemen I am, I grabbed some water for Priya, and went back upstairs. She took this time-out to quickly clean herself up. As I saw her fully nude in the bathroom, spitting out mouthwash, it dawned on me that I had fully taken over the house. It was my domain, no question, she was mine, the bedroom was mine, all of it. As a white man who had taken an Indian wife, humbled her husband and subdued her son, I felt very proud -- and immensely turned-on by the whole situation.

*

The next morning: 8:30am

I awoke to see my Indian woman, cummed out, sheets covered in cum stains and her juices, her lying down on her stomach, her ass on show. I gave her a friendly tap on the butt.

"Hey, Priya," I said with the biggest grin.

She looked at me, all bleary-eyed, yet beaming from ear-to-ear. "Hello, Trevor. Last night was wonderful, thank you."

"No need to thank me, I loved it, the sex was amazing. I'm just gonna go shower --" before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip.

"No, please, let me join you."

"Hmm great idea."

We walked to the shower, both naked. She led me to their great walk-in shower area. I stepped in, the hot water poured down on me instantly. Then, she got on her knees, grabbed some soap and began rubbing my legs.

"Oh no need for that," I said polity yet loving the idea of this Indian woman rubbing me down in the shower.

"Please, I want to. It makes me feel proud doing this for a man such as yourself. I'm grateful to have a man like you. I take pleasure in pleasing you in everyway." If she didn't already sound like the perfect woman to me, she did just then.

"Hmm I appreciate it. Don't think this will be the last you see of me, I will be back. I'll speak to your son too, I'll explain it all to him."

"Oh thank you. I was going to ask but I didn't want to impose on you."

"It's fine, I want to do it." Telling her Indian son that I had taken his mother was something I looked forward to doing. "Your husband will not be a problem, you got my word."

"Thank you." She rubbed soap on my cock and balls with precise detail. She then turned around and worked on my ass, back and chest. I couldn't hold it in any longer: I grabbed her ass and began making-out with her. I got her against the glass, shoved my cock in, lifted her up and did her military style.

"I hope this is ok?"

"It's, ohh, it's great. I know I man like you needs your morning release. Why not be clean and have both?"

I gave her a long, hard lingering kiss. "You're a great woman, Priya."

"Thank you," she said while blushing and groaning.

*

After getting my 'morning release', I sat down at the table, next to her son. His mom was in the kitchen, wearing a blue bathrobe, beaming proudly with an irremovable smile on her face.

"Hey Son. You good this morning?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

"I don't need to explain last night, I'm sure you heard," I said with a sly smile.

"I heard..."

"I wanted to speak with you man-to-man, since it would not be right if your mother explained. Now this may seem like a strange situation, but when explained in context, there is nothing wrong about it. I gave your mother the offer of sex, now there is nothing wrong with that. Your father did nothing about it, in your mother's mind, it was right for her to give me, a tired, weary hard-working man of high status, some sexual relief in the master bedroom. So me and your mother then had sex, as I had earned it and was deserving of this honour. You heard it, we were loud, yes, but that's how sex goes, when it's good its loud, you must've heard it before with your parents?"

He shook his head. "No, never like that."

"Well, with me and your mom, it will be like that and it will be like that again as I will be coming back. To you she is your mother; to me she is a highly attractive, great woman that I am with. If you hear us have sex, that is nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural, it's a good thing, you should be proud of your mother, she's performing her sexual duties well and very proudly, she made me a very happy man."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a stern look. "Ok, I'm going to say this once, it has to be said and I mean nothing bad by this. You have no say in who your mother has sex with, you must respect our relationship, even if you don't like me, you must respect me. I expect nothing less."


He nodded his head. "I understand Sir, fully...w-when I heard you and my mother, I was stunned at first, but hearing how much pleasure you gave her, what noises you made from her: I highly respect you as a man. I know I have no say in the matter, but I want you to know that I think you're more than worthy of my mother, Sir. I also greatly appreciate how you stood up to my father, you have my deepest thanks."

To hear him thank me for having sex with his Indian mother was something I really liked hearing. "Good, very good. Now, with me gone, you're in charge, keep your dad in line, he does anything, you let me know? Your mother is my women, so I'm protecting you, you understand?"

"Fully! Thank you Sir, I saw Dad last night, I was laughing at him. He gets out of line, I let you know."

"Good, no need to be so formal too. Your level of respect is admirable, keep it up...so you got no problem with the race thing, me being white, your mother Indian?"

"None at all, I greatly appreciate your world view. You have my highest respect, Sir."

"Thanks, well got to get going," I patted him on the shoulder, gave one look to her husband, then got in his car. He then drove me to work. During the drive, I could've bragged about how great his wife was, how little he appreciated her, but after all the humiliation he'd been through, he'd been punished enough. I didn't say a word, he knew what the situation would be from then on. Besides, it was not my style. As you could tell, I'm a take charge guy, I let my actions do the talking, I didn't need to be aggressive, I just did what felt natural.

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Now, we skip forward three months to let you see how much change happened in a short amount of time.

I opened the door, and entered inside my newly-official home. Yes: things only got better for me after meeting Priya. I got an even better paying job, moved into her home, then brought Rajesh out the house. He was gone: I was in.

I saw Priya there, in more westernized white tank top and tight blue jeans. She came over to me and gave me a kiss.

"Hmm, good to see you too," I grabbed her ass as we kissed. She'd become slightly more toned due to the long sex session we had, but still kept that figure I loved so much.

Her son ran up to me too. "Hey, Dad." He started calling me Dad as an ironic kinda thing, at first to piss off his dad, but the name stuck.

"Hey Son, Rajesh gone?"

"Yeah, didn't help him though, had better things to do."

I ruffled his hair, "That's my boy!"

"Dinner will be ready soon, ok?"

"Thanks Babe." I kissed her again, in full-view of her son. She smiled and walked away.

Since it was my house, and since it was so hot, I did what I'd do in my own place. I took my shirt off, trousers, socks, shoes and walked around in just my boxer shirts. I was definitely the highest authority in the house.

"Hey Son, mind putting my clothes in the washer again?"

"Sure," he grabbed them and put them in.

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I sat on the cushion, switching around the TV channels, then I had my dinner, I put a shirt on when eating, not a slob or anything, then the three of us sat around the living room, me, Priya and Son on his laptop.


After dinner, I was tired, I need some relief. I lifted up my erect cock, pushed aside the opening and revealed the tip of my cock. Priya saw it and knew what she needed to do: she knew she needed to give her man some gentle relief. She bent her head down and began licking the tip of my cock like it was an ice cream cone. Son was right there, though his back was to us. He stayed quiet; he knew his mother was doing her rightful duty. She knew she was humbling herself in front of her son, but also knew that showing submission to her man gave her son a great father-figure to look up to.

I stopped her when I got to the point of cumming, I planned to build that load for the bedroom, plus the game was on. Priya was always a sharp woman, one time, I was switching channels and stopped at a women's beach volleyball game, she saw my hard-on grow and without me even asking, she put her hand on my cock and jerked me off good.

When it got to around eleven, I whispered in Priya's ear, "Think it's time I went to bed."

She immediately stood up and went to the bathroom to get ready.

I looked over at Son and said, "I think it's time you took that with you to your room."

"Sure thing, Dad." He happily went into his bedroom. I feel he needs to go to the bedroom the same time I do, because it teaches him respect and order. He understands fully and goes along with my house orders. As Priya finished up in the shower, I waited downstairs, ready for my manly duty.

After I heard the bedroom door close, I knew she was there, naked, waiting. I went into the bathroom, got naked, clean, dried myself off, then walked in fully nude: ready to own her brown ass. It felt so right: strong hard-working white man, ready to take his Indian woman. With her ex, she did the bare minimum, giving him limp quick sex every fortnight or so, but with me she aimed to go above and beyond, pleasuring her man in a most fitting way. She took immense pride in serving a man like me.

I didn't say a word, I know her kinks, I know what she wants, she knows what I want. I grab her by the hips, pulled her in close and began kissing her on the lips. I know she majorly gets off on me being the dominant white man, taking what he wants from his Indian woman; we both get off on that. I rub my fingers on her newly westernized waxed vagina, no permissions needed, rubbing my fingers into her quivering pussy lips. I gently pushed her on the bed, spread her legs open and stuck my 9 inches in (only bareback for me), that day I wanted it hard and fast, so I pumped myself into her at a quick pace.

I got close to her ear and whispered, "You like that white cock, bitch?"

"Hmm you know I do."

She likes it when I talk to her that way, it turns her on. The fantasy of a big strong white man owning her Indian pussy was one she had for a long while, I took great pleasure in playing that role to the fullest.

"You're a proud white-only slut aren't ya?"

"Hmmm, yes I am, so much."

"Well you're built for the pleasure of a white man like me, so enjoy it!"

"Yes, yes oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I cummed deep inside her, then lay out on the bed, rubbing myself for another go.

An idea sparked into my head. "Priya, how would you like it if I said: 'Bitch, bedroom, now' in the living room before we have sex?"

"Hmmmm I love it Trevor."

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"Good, get used to it." I grabbed her hand and got her rubbing my cock. "Tell me all the things that turn you on about us, that will get me rock hard."


"Oh, I just love how you came to this house, saw me, decided you wanted me and had me, hmm, your sexy white man body is so sexy, you make love to me so well, hmm, not just that, how you took over, made everything better, Son looks at you like you are his father, so impressive, winning his respect like that, seeing my boy with his white father, hmmmm! Yes! Knowing he has a strong father figure, hmmm, knowing he can hear his Indian mother be taken by his white father, ohhh I love that, he knows you're the man and can hear it too, oh yes, oh yes!"

All that talk had got me instantly hard, "Yes. You just wait till the wedding, I'm making sure to invite all my single white friends. You bring the unsatisfied Indian women, mass Indian and white interracial sex."

She rubbed her clit as I told her this. "That will make me so excited to see: Indian women giving themselves to white men, I can't wait."

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After the white wedding, with her in an apt white wedding dress and me in a suit, we were at the reception, where the real fun was to begin. I encouraged my white friends to hit up conversations with any good looking Indian women they saw. Me and the wife (I can say that now) sat and watched all the interracial flirting take place. We were touching each other behind the table.

We saw a slim, very pretty young Indian woman flirting with my cousin Tim. He towered over here, kneeling down to whisper into her ear, she was blushing and grinning widely. She ran over to her mom and dad and said something to them.

I saw her father hand her a condom, she had a sour look on her face when she held it, she then threw it on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I'm having sex with a white man, your size won't fit him! God! Mom, I came for you, he has a friend that wants to meet you," she dragged her beaming mom by the arm, leaving the father there by himself. We later saw mother and daughter both walk out with their white lovers.

Priya got very excited when she saw her sister Sunita getting hit-on by my best friend Mark. Mark and Sunita hit it off so well that we later saw them in the corner of the hall, sharing light-kisses. The hotel was going to be loud, we knew that. All in all we must have seen half-a-dozen white/Indian couples made that night. We both got very turned-on seeing those traditionally-dressed Indian women going off with white men.

When the reception was winding down, Son approached me with a concerned expression. Standing a little behind him was his cousin, Sanjay, who is the son of Sunita.

"Sorry to bother you Dad, but Sanjay's mom told me that Sanjayth has to stay in my hotel room tonight because she's taking that white man to her room, is it ok if he stays in my room?"

"Oh sure thing, Son!" I said with a beaming smile. I dug into my pocket and gave him a handful of dollar notes, "Should be enough there if you have to pay extra, if not use that money, treat yourself, you earned it Son."

"Thank you Dad."

"Not a problem, Son. Also, let your cousin know that his mother is getting a great white lover, I know the man she's with very well," I nudged closer and said in a hushed tone, "Tell him why he should be happy about this, tell him to be nice to his mother's new man, ok?"

"Got you. Thanks again Dad." He walked over to his cousin, showing him the money I gave him. Afterwards me and the wife went in the limo and went to the hotel.

When we got to our hotel room at 5pm, my wife took of her dress to show her all-white bridal lingerie ensemble, with a lacy bra, thong and stockings.

"White looks best on you," I said standing fully naked.

"Yes, it always has. Now, it's official."

"Yes, everyone will know that Priya Patel-Stevens is an Indian woman that takes white cock." I walked over to her and kissed her while putting my hands on her ass. I then took her underwear off, got her on the bed and did my best to break it as I plowed the fuck out of my sexy Indian wife.

In the evening, I went down to the bar. I saw my cousin Tim and his friend Greg, both had gotten themselves an Indian woman.

"I'm buying," said Tim. "You hooked me up that tight flexible horny fucking chick I got in my bedroom, I have to thank you."

"Same for me," said Greg, "I got that chick's mom, she's so wants it, I can't believe how much she does. They both right now in the shower, cleaning each other up, talking about the huge cocks they had! Never met women so eager."

"Yeah, Greg. Best thing is, since they mother and daughter, they live in the same house, so I can hang with my pal while I fuck her."

We clinked glasses in celebration. Being with fellow white guys that took Indian women as their own was a huge turn-on for me.
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"Well. keep us updated, me and the wife love knowing that needy Indian women are getting the extra inches they need from guys like us."


"I'll drink to that!" they both said happily.

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Up next was what I was looking most forward to: the honeymoon. We decided to go an Indian beach resort, located in the town of Goa, a place where many of her countrymen and women could see my Indian wife flaunting her body, with me there, her white husband right next to her. We brought along Son with us too, I knew he would appreciate seeing his mother's fine form in a bikini. I figured he would find his mom to be hot, hell I would in his shoes, I let Priya know this, but, quite frankly, what her son thought of her was not going to stop her being sexy. As long as he behaved and showed proper respect to his father, that was all that mattered.

We got to the beach resort and saw all sorts of men and women look at my wife, her wearing just a cream bikini-top with bikini-bottoms that were riding into her ass. Her walking confidently, with me, wearing my nut-hugger shorts, by her side, proud of her body that was toned in part to repeated injections of white cock. Son was right behind us, red-faced yet happy.

A fully-covered one-piece and sarong wearing Indian woman whispered something to my wife in their language; my wife turned around and replied loudly. The women glared and walked off.

"What she say?"

"Well, she basically said 'so shameful, Indian mother showing off with a white man like that', I replied, 'don't be jealous, you should see his cock.'"

"That's my girl!" I grabbed her by the ass and kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled and then sat on one of the lounge chairs. I went up to her son to see how he was doing.

"Hey Son, you doing ok?"

"I'm doing great, Dad."

"Not ashamed at all or anything."

"No, Dad," he replied firmly, "I am in fact proud of you both, greatly. I know how great of a man you are, seeing you two together and hearing you be such a great man with her in the bedroom, all of that gives me much respect for you as my father. I agree with Mom, people who disapprove are jealous and I like it, I like that envy."

"Thank, Son...you gotta admit though, your mother looks good."

"Yes, I like that she shows off more, I like that she has more confidence... She tells me she's a wife first, a mother second, I really like that, her priorities are right. She should take care of your needs first, as you are the man."

"Yes that is right, Son. Good that you understand." I patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to my woman

"Man-to-man talk?" she asked.

"Yes, he understands fully, he is a great son."

"He is proud to have a strong white father like you to look up to. I think it's good he gets to see his Indian mother with her white husband, it lets him know who's in charge, he should know his mother is a woman too, he should have some distance from his mother, he should be closer to his father, which he is. You're teaching him to be a man by showing him how you treat his mother."

I rubbed her leg. "Yes, exactly, and it never hurts from him to see me in charge, reinforce that fact to him. Now turn over babe."

She turned around; I grabbed some lotion and lewdly began rubbing her back and legs with it, paying special attention to her ass. Some looked in shock, most looked in delight. Indian husbands made their wives move along quick, not wanting my western influence to entice them away.

This was not my first trip to Goa, I'd taken quite a few Indian women to my bedroom before, married and unmarried, it never mattered, there was no issue, when I saw them, I decided where I'd fuck them. But my bachelor days were over, I was older, more weary, had a job requiring me to work crazy hours, I needed a woman to fuck with ease in the bedroom each night, and I had gotten that. I was also so glad that I had a woman that shared my desire for Asian fem/white male sex, so much so she openly flaunted her acceptance of a white man making love to her each and every night.

We lay there in the sun, taking in the surroundings, me giving friendly solidarity nods to every interracial couple I saw. After relaxing for a bit, we all went to see the gym. I hit some weights while Priya stood around. Females stood and watched me, when they did, Priya went over to them and gloated about her strong white husband. As Priya was still in her bikini, men came trying to hit up conversations with her, but when she pointed out her husband, they quickly scurried off. Son was there too. After a quick hop in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed two more. I tossed them to my wife and son.

"Come, let's go to the steam room."

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They agreed, and put the towels on. Priya took her bikini off with the towel wrapped around her; I saw Son's face go red. We handed him her bikini, my shorts and put them in a bag, we then handed that bag to Son. He took his shorts off too.


When we got in, me and the wife looked at each other, then both took our towels off. We didn't see the logic in being clothed in a steam room -- well, that's our excuse anyway. There was no one else there besides two elderly men who sat in the back. Son was behind us, he looked in shock at our naked backsides. We sat on the north side bench, Son sat next to us on the left, he also took his towel off. He looked in amazement at his mother's large juicy breasts; saliva was dripping from his mouth.

I put my big white paw on her brown breast and gave it a good squeeze; her son looked stoically as I did this. Men grope their wives, so Priya saw no problem with me showing affection. I used my free hand to open her legs, I wanted her son to know if his mother was shaved or not. She was -- for my benefit.

I then held her chin, faced her face towards mine and gave her a strong powerful deep kiss. I respected and liked Son, but I wanted him to see firsthand his Indian mother was mine, and she in turn was proud to put me first.

I was horny as fuck at that point, so I stood up, and said, "So Son we going to our hotel room, see you later."

His mom waved bye at him like nothing had happened -- she was so comfortable being nude that she didn't even notice she was naked.

He smiled and mumbled bye as he handed me the card, his legs were closed as he was hiding his giant hard-on.

As we were walking out, I wanted to give Son one final treat. I got behind her and gave her a loud, wet, hard slap to her sexy brown ass, with sweat flying as soon as I touched it. It was a strong visual reminder for Son that I, a white man, owned his mother's brown ass.

We put our towels on and walked over to the hotel, bare-footed and barely clothed. Indian men were checking out my wife's ass and tits. While the men leered at her, the Indian women were checking me out; they were visibly impressed by my toned body. We could feel the envy -- and we loved it. I loved that everyone in that lobby knew we'd be having hot interracial sex, knowing some of the men were jealous that I'd taken one of 'their' women for my sexual needs.

I groped her while we were in the elevator, got to our floor, I swiped the card, ripped open the door and stuck my dick in her before we hit the bed.

I pumped her good and hard, growling like an animal with its prey, devouring my Indian wife's trim pussy with my large white cock. I got her on the middle of the bed and gave her rough kisses on her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I grunted loudly.

Then, all of a sudden, a short, tight-bodied Indian maid, complete with outfit, walked into the room. She was wearing her headphones so she didn't hear us. She saw us and screamed. She may have slowed me down for a millisecond, but I just kept on fucking, because nothing gets in the way of my sex time. Priya grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss, kinda like she was saying to the woman, "this is my white man, be jealous!"

The woman was frozen for a few seconds, possibly turned-on by what she was watching. She then ran out and closed the door. That encounter just got us more horny, I plowed faster, faster, my heart racing, harder, harder, harder, she was screaming right in my ear, all I could hear was her orgasmic screams, I went harder, harder, till I couldn't hold it in. I cummed the most I ever did right inside her.
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I dripped down on the sheets, a visible reminder of what I did to my Indian wife.


I saw the open balcony; I rubbed my cock and knew I still had some left in me. I got up, pointed to the balcony and said, "Come on, we won't get to do this again."

She nodded, ran to the balcony and stood there, her pussy dripping with cum, all the other holiday goers seeing her body. I walked up to her, she turned around, I kissed her on the lips, put my hands on her back, slid them down, held them up high, then grabbed her brown ass with both hands, letting them know that this white man owns this Indian woman's ass.

I kissed her, pushed her near the railing, stuck my cock in and fucked her. I grabbed her tit with one hand and sucked the other one. The red-hot sun was burning down on us, our bodies were literally pouring with sweat.

I looked down and saw the people's expressions, some gasping, some stunned, some smiling. We were both incredibly turned-on -- and for good reason. My Indian wife, defying her restrictive culture, openly showing her nude body, proudly displaying her choice of man, while me, I was a white man, an outsider, that was openly violating one of 'their' women in her home country. I was making such a brash, cocky statement by plowing her out in the open: I was damn proud of it, too.

I lifted her leg up, went quicker and shot my thick load in her. Not wanting the security officer on our backs, we went back inside, having proved our point.

She rubbed her clit with a huge, content smile on her face, ready for more.

"Oh this is gonna be a long night."

She was right, it was. All in all, my dream had come true, I'd got the perfect Asian bride I desired and she got the strong white man she always wanted. Things after this grew and grew, to bigger and better things.

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Saranaya - A Tempting Adulteress

Adulteress Saranaya was very horny and it had been a while since her husband Rajeev had fucked her, the last time she got him to take her pussy was the night of her return from Ooty after the orgy with Shanti and her lover -- Raghavan, she had come back home and was happy to find that Rajeev was still in transit and had not reached home, she quickly tied her hair into a ponytail and got into the bathroom, washed herself -- first she cleaned the holes with a tissue paper, gargled her mouth and finally ran the warm water from the hand shower directed the stream onto her breasts, brown in color with dark nipples the mammary pair stood out, they attracted the men to her, beyond a look at the face, the male would automatically drop his gaze to the bulging twin globes on her chest and especially if she was to wear a nice nylon saree with a nylon blouse, the boobs would upturn and look alluring and making Lijo lust in his mind for a feel of them in his hands immediately and she was aware of this 'strength' in her figure, she knew how much this affected male folks and that was what made Rajeev fall for her, she was no great beauty or angel like say Shanti was and is but it did not matter, she had the height, the figure and last but not least, an appetite to please men and get pleased by them.

After thorough rinsing of the cunt internal and ass and of course the crevices in between the ass cheeks and boobs -- the cleavage area, she applied the moisturizer and allowed the body to sink into the new treatment -- she was not done yet, she waited on the commode for a while and then again got the shower to run up and down her body and let half the Body Wash bottle onto her breasts, tummy and of course the cunt and below on her ass lavishly, let the soap- linger while she shampooed her hair with the protein filled PRO V P&G Egg shampoo, she used hair colors, the favorite was hazel brown and so soon after the shampoo, she did the coloring part with the Garnier colors and by this time the Body wash was well dried on her body and the lingering fragrance once she washes it this time with the hand shower would be excellent -- the shower did its job pretty well but when the water pressure hit her pussy this time, the slut could not resist the temptation and let the clit get the attention, the small hood started to rise in anticipation and it brought back the moments of heightened sexual intensity spent with Shanti and her paramour, and reliving the sensual moments got her to orgasm in bursts.

And Saranya came, the 5'7" slut just burst and not wanting to waste the sensation, she plugged the asshole deep with her fingers one and then two and then three, deep into her ass while the other hand was smothering her pussy with jet of water spraying around and on the clit avidly. She came and came and did not notice the front door opening and closing, oblivious she dried her self and came out of the bathroom into the room which just the towel around her torso and fell off in a shock state, her husband was sitting there on the bed -- it seemed like he had just removed his shoes and undone his jean which was zipped down and the T shirt was hanging out, he looked at her up and down and was forced to make a statement -- "All this for me? I am hungry for food but am also hungry for you my dear wife."

He got up in a minute letting the jean drop on the floor getting out of it and eased the Hanes off his waist quickly exposing the long thick prick below -- it was looking massive, Saranaya was a satisfied woman -- she got her husband in the best shape both stamina and the size of his tool, it was far bigger than Raghavan and Rajeev was very young, at 24 years of age he was nearly her age and she always doubted that he also fucked other women like she did other men, only thing both had this hunch but did not muster up to speak about it but this time Rajeev was going to do it -- well you guessed it, right!

He happened to see the live Shanti, 40 year old promiscuous laden erstwhile pious religious prude woman who today could pale Cleopatra in the carnal desire category, only thing- she was yet to fuck 150 noblemen in one night and her number may not touch the 3000 men in her entire lifetime which Cleopatra had achieved very easily as the score with whom she had slept in her entire life, 150 noblemen were in one night to get their support for her becoming the ultimate power in Rome. Well -- that was something which Shanti also had and has as an ambition -- power over her men and fellow women, Saranya blinked at his advancing demeanor and he had her in his arms quicker than she imagined, the towel was off her bed and she was stark naked with another man who for a change was her own husband this time.

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He locked his lips on her and started to eat the sexy woman's lips without any gloss and he found them very tasty, "It looks like you weren't home, kitchen was quiet so we may have to go out to eat after I have reamed you my love and this time it is going to be your ass, I want to fuck you in that hole and since you just had a bath, am sure you would be clean, of course am okay even if you let some shit come out, am wanting the divine hole -- need it ...am inspired only to fuck that hole today.....saw someone..." and he stopped.


She took hold of his head and dropped his face between her breasts and let him suck her boobs, he loved them and took time laved them with his dirty tobacco ridden rich copious saliva sumptuously on the dark nipples on her sexy boobs, he was a Punjabi whereas she was a Malayali and a sexy one at that, a very sexy Malayali pussy, they had met in Delhi 3 years ago, she was going steady with a fellow Malayali that time at work and Rajeev was their colleague, a friend of her boy friend who was living in with her and Rajeev would share the house with them staying in one of the rooms.

The marriage was fixed and everything was ok- both the families had agreed and all was going smooth and just before the D day, the boy friend did the dumping act, which neither the buddy nor the fiancée were aware of -- they did not have a clue. The bastard had eloped -- literally this time in no uncertain times with another Malayali -- a rich Dubai based pussy -- all for her money.

The day was a bad one and it did take a lot of time of both the families to console and comfort Saranaya -- who lost her mind completely. It took a while for her to take it into her stride -- and she did it well, the young lady who was 22 at that time -- left Delhi and returned to Kerala to be with her parents and she had all forgotten about Rajeev, actually she never had anything on her mind about him, he was just her boy friend's friend for her and that was all -- nothing less, nothing more.
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After a few weeks, her boss called her from Delhi asking her to join back -- he asked her to make her career more important and SAranaya like the approach the lady took with her and soon packed her bags and flew back, she did not want to stay at that place any longer -- and was brooding on the next steps coming out of the Arrival lounge, when she saw Rajeev waving at her from a distance, for some reason she could not and may be cannot explain, Saranaya saw the wave as the new beginning in her life and she went back with him, for some days -- they continued to stay as friends and slept in the different rooms though she was back to cooking and this time it was only for him, she cooked, so the context had changed, slowly they started to realize the belonging each brought to the other and finally one day Rajeev proposed to her "There is going to be no pressure on you -- you can do anything and everything you want, I am solemnizing this relationship to ensure you that am there at all times."


She took it on the face value and there ended the story of two young singles who got entwined as one with this sweeping decision. Rajeev was an avid Porn guy and soon he introduced her to his huge collection, the blow jobs, the double penetrations, the sex toys- both women and men, showed her the nice laminated pussy toy, which he wrapped around his dick and showed her how he would masturbate watching the clips, he also indirectly shared with her his intimate desire to fuck another woman along with her though it was not direct -- but more discreet and in direct.

Rajeev would carry condoms in his carry bags at all times and though she knew it, Saranaya never questioned him somehow she wanted him to have his space though she remained faithful for some time and did not feel or see the need to fuck another man. But the effect was there, the intense exposure to Porn and also the kind of things women did in those clips got her emboldened and most of the time when he would invade her ass, she visualized another man in her pussy and yet one more in her mouth and so on, and one day her cousin Lijo visited her and he was a very handsome guy, tall like Rajeev and she had a feeling that he was equally well hung.

Rajeev was soon friendly with him and they enjoyed the times together, and as time passed by, Lijo was into the porn part himself and one day while Rajeev was traveling out of the town, he was in the bedroom enjoying a porn movie starring Lijoa May getting fucked by two guys, her pussy looked gorgeous and she looked all at ease lending her ass so easily to either of the men, Saranaya passed by and saw the porn but what caught her eye was the cock in his hand which he was slowly but surely massaging, it was huge, huge means huge. Slowly the skin would come back and return to its place and he was doing it slowly enjoying every second and minute of the process.

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He saw her watching him and did little to hide it from her and slowly she came near him and sat on the sofa where he was seated across and he became more bold, released pots of saliva on his palm and started to lubricate his huge prick, and it started to emit a pungent smell extremely invigorating, mixed with grime and muck along with his saliva. She looked into his eyes and saw him grinning at her, " My dear cousin, taste this cock of mine -- I am doing it deliberately, have been fantasizing about you for a long time, give me your pussy please or let me tell you am about to come any moment and am not turned on by the movie but the fantasy of doing it with you"


She looked into his eyes and kept looking at him, " I cannot betray Rajeev but can help you to get some relief" and got near to him and let the front of the saree drop allowing him to take a deep dive look into her boobs and the cleavage and slowly made him take his hand away from his cock and took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them thoroughly leaving a trail of the spunk on his hand again and took his hand to the prick again and holding his hand she masturbated him at nd soon she allowed him to take the hand away leaving the prick completely in her hand, she rubbed it up and down and repeated it and her experience told her -- he was way by some time and there was no cause of alarm and got up holding his prick and took him into the kitchen and lit a candle and allowed the hot wax to drop on the skin of the prick, Lijo yelled but soon the couple of drops cooled off and she added some more and then some more -- before he was done and ejaculated like a dam bursting, the juice came out in rivers and streams and the kitchen floor was strewn with the pool of semen.

"Why did you do this to me, it is hurting? It has burnt my skin completely" he complained.

"Go and lie on the bed -- will come soon" she replied.

She picked up the small crucible with white milk cream and butter and sat on the bed next to him and slowly applied the cream and laved his pubic area with the butter. The prick had risen once again and it was looking enormously big and red in color, the impact of the burn had left a few scalps but overall it ws not in shape and the butter added lot of lubrication to the cream which soothed the burn effects. As he watched, she took off her saree and laid it on the floor and shoved her hand down below only to remove her panty and climbed the bed and slowly lowered her mouth on his cock, the pussy made contact with her other hand and slowly penetrated the interiors without an hassle' So you were wanting me just like I wanting you" he said.

She did not consider it important to respond and just when he was about to come -- and she knew he had not retention formula -- she got the mouth off the phallus and let it wither slowly in slapped his hands off when he wanted to shag off, she just did not allow that and the cock released the next installment copiously but he was not allowed the pleasure, she got off the bed picked up the saree and wiped her pussy with it and throwing the panty at him, "Learn the art of holding on for a long time, Rajeev is not only my husband but also a great guy in bed, he may not have a prick like yours but he can fuck me in my ass continuously for more than 25 minutes without losing any of the hardness, that is called manly, if you really want to have me completely, practice to hold on" and she threw the panty on his face and left the room. She came back to her room and started to ponder as to why she did that and could not get a proper response from her internal system and slept off ensuring that lock were secured to the room, she did want this guy to come in banging her for the humiliation that he may have undergone.

Saranaya was an earlier riser and was out in the living room with a cup of coffee watching the morning news and a while later she found him crouching by her seat on the other one watching the TV with a coffee cup in his hand. He looked very sheepish and slowly told her, "Thank you the night, it was my first time and did not know that in the real thing, lasting longer is not easy. When I use my hands, am good at it" that made her laugh and she looked into her eyes and saw the guilt and her guilt went away with that and she slowly got up -- in her sexy camisole and sat next to him and slowly kissed him on his lips and found him interesting this time and slowly she removed the unbuttoned shirt off his back and it was amazing -- the cousin had an awesome torso and no flab, all muscles. He looked amazing -- she had not seen this part of her cousin before, slowly she removed his shorts and did not have to labor anymore, the guy was not having any underwear and the prick was lying flaccid. She took it in her hands and started to feel the current and in no time the rod was thick, juicy and extremely tight and she looked into his eyes and licked her lips and rubbing the fingers over them, she applied the saliva on his prick and was soon greeted with a small drop of pre cum which was like the morning sunrise and with the flick of her little finger she sucked it off, "Are you ready to betray him....do not want you if it is going to trouble.... "
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[font=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important][font=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important][font=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important]She closed his mouth with her hand and let his gaze go to the loosely held dress around her body, the camisole came off with not much trouble and she was completely nude and she slowly dbangd her legs around his and let the prick find its place, which it did and slowly without applying any external pressure the prick went into her pussy slowly, and she rode him with just 1/3rd of it inside and slowly took some more and rode on it for some time and let some more in and repeated the ride part and soon in 5 minutes to 7 minutes the prick had completely invaded the slut's pussy, he was the third cock in her life besides her ex boyfriend and Rajeev and she was in no remorse and did not have to explain anything to anybody. She knew and even Rajeev knew how horny they both are for sex and he had gone away for a week or so --and she knew he would fucking somebody in Chennai, and this was only time when she was indulging in some kind of an adultery but somewhere she felt the mutual consent was always there -- tacit understanding.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh, Saranaya,,,,,do not do it so quickly, otherwise will come again,,,,,he implored."

She laughed and stopped and slowly pulled herself out and out and completely "Don't touch the tool that is a warning, do not touch the prick till I come back" and walked down to the kitchen and came back with a jar of ice cubes and some jam which she kept to her side and taking the ice cubes into her mouth she slowly took the cock into her oral cavity -- the sensation was too much but the guy did not convulse or ejaculate, it just got on him and slowly the cock though gave way some juice started to look up again and she let the ice melt in the mouth with the cock as a companion, slowly she removed the mouth and let the water seep out of her mouth and bent forward to kiss him and sucked his tongue into her mouth, the other hand was holding his prick carefully and making sure there were no jerks.

She soon realized that the guy was normal and something told her he would not complain this time was ready to give her a good fuck and she lay on the sofa and took him on her and slowly guided the cock to its rightful place, and asked him, looking into his eyes "Suck my left nipple and slowly fuck me Lijo" and he began -- the journey into the world of carnal sin and fucked his immediate cousin, she was his mother's sister's daughter and fucked her and this time there was no shame, no guilt, no remorse only the desire to prove it to her that he could use his huge tool rightfully and he did, Lijo lunged forward caring to take her nipple deep into his mouth and slowly the entire 34" left boob was in his mouth and he licking her nipple slowly but surely, and they fucked like nobody's business, she a married woman with a past and he with no past and only her as the present and no idea of the future. Finally relenting and Smiling at him, Saranaya removed her camisole completely and rolled her brief panties down over her soft ass and shapely legs.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered as she moved towards him, her softly rounded hips swaying rhythmically with every graceful step. "Thank you," she said. "Now, why don't you take your clothes off?"

While Lijo quickly disrobed, Saranaya spread herself out on the sofa to wait for him.

"God, that's a beautiful cock," she whispered when Lijo dropped his shorts, revealing his big throbbing prick for the first time. Leaning over him as he lay down on his back next to her on the sofa, she tenderly caressed his big prick, thrilled by the soft feel of the thick cock-skin that covered his rigid cock.

Lowering her head, the pretty woman snaked her tongue out and lightly swiped it across the shiny head of his prick. She liked all cocks, but there was something about this prick that had her drooling at the thought of sucking it off.

"Oh, shit!" gasped Lijo as the electric-like shock off her hot wet tongue against his sensitive cock sent sparks streaking through his loins. Completely aroused, with hot cunt juices leaking out from between her legs, she ovaled her parted lips down over his pulsing prick-knob. She could hear him softly moaning from the soft sensuous pull of her mouth on the head of his prick. Her warm spit was saturating the naked flesh of his cock, dribbling down his thick shaft to his balls. Wanting still more of his juicy cock meat in her mouth, Saranaya sucked another two or three inches of his prick up between her lips. With over half of his magnificent cock in her mouth, she could feel his cock flesh pressing out against her cheeks. As her hungry lips sucked and pulled ravenously on his lust-swollen prick, she began lightly teasing her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of his throbbing fucker.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Lijo moaned in ecstasy.

Opening her lips still wider, the beautiful woman took even more of his prickshaft into her mouth. Mewling around the juicy thickness of his cock, the woman felt her horny juices flowing from between her legs and the head of his big prick nudging against the back of her throat.
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Staring down at the incredibly beautiful slut, Lijo could see her petal-like lips ovaled lovingly around his spit-drenched prick and her soft dark eyes burning with passion as she smiled up at him. From the lusting expression on her beautifully flushed face, he could see how much she was thoroughly enjoying his big juicy prick. With her soft lips working faster, Lijo's hard cock was throbbing in her mouth, each swipe of her talented tongue carrying him to new heights of ecstasy. As the intense pleasure increased, he was soon bucking his hips up off the sofa, slamming his big cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Sucking and pulling on his cock with her ravenous lips, Saranaya took more and more of his hard prick meat until her nose was pressed into the bush of crinkly hair around the base of his prick. Lijo couldn't believe that this beautiful woman had swallowed his entire cock. Saranaya was thoroughly aroused by the texture and taste of his juicy prick, and hot fuck juices were gushing out from between her legs, forming a hot sticky pool on the cushion.


Finally releasing his prick from deep in her throat, she began pumping her mouth up and down over it with a fucking motion. Each plunge drove his big prick head against the back of her throat. Each thrust of his cock into her mouth was making her more anxious to feel his fucker stuffed up her cunt. The more his big hot prick filled her mouth, the more she wanted it in her cunt.

"Oh, honey," she smiled, releasing his cock from her mouth. "How would you like to give me a nice hot fuck?"

"I'd love it," he panted, seeing the passion in her soft black brown eyes. "I'd just love to give you a nice hot fuck."

"Good," she giggled, quickly straddling his loins on her knees. "My pussy sure needs a good jostling!"

She rested her hands on his chest, and her juicy pussy was poised just above his straining prick. Looking up at her, Lijo could see the burning lust on her beautiful face. Letting his gaze move down over her large tits and across her softly rounded belly, he was drawn to the triangle of lustrous dark cunt hair between her legs.

He could clearly see the soft wetness of her horny cunt as it hovered just above the head of his prick. Everything about the lovely woman was wonderfully wanton. Her dark pink cunt lips were swollen with desire, her slippery fuck juices running down the naked flesh on the insides of her shapely thighs, squatting a bit lower, she lovingly grasped the thick base of his prick and lightly rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock up and down against the hot slickness of her open cunt. When his cockhead was completely drenched with her leaking juices, the horny woman lightly rubbed it against her exposed clit.

"Like that?" she giggled, her dark eyes glowing with passion.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned.

"Ready to fuck my hot little pussy?" she giggled, teasing the head of his prick against her cunt.

Hearing him moan with anticipation, she slowly lowered herself down, feeling his big cock parting her juicy cunt lips. His hard cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt as she lowered her pussy down over his throbbing prick shaft, feeling the thickness of his cock knob working its way up through the hot expanding flesh of her cunt.

"Oooooooooo, yesssssss!" she crooned with joy when the full length of his thick cock was embedded in her cunt. Squatting pertly on his deeply buried cock, the overly aroused woman began rotating her hot wet pussy around the base of his cock.

"Now," she giggled. "Just fuck the piss outa my naughty little pussy."

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he panted.