Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART8

When I woke up it was still dark in the room, but I could sense my dick was erect and being sucked hungrily. I looked down and saw a fully naked Priya, on her hands and knees, giving me a blowjob.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's time to fuck." Priya replied in a hoarse voice, taking my dick out of her mouth. Then she straightened, got on her knees, straddled me and took my dick inside her cunt. then she started riding me hard. We fucked in a few different positions for about 15 minutes and then finally I came in her mouth which she promptly swallowed. After that, she lay down next to me with her head on my chest and I looked at the clock on the table which said it was a little before 5. After Priya caught her breath back, she started telling me what had happened that night.

She and Kristen had indeed gone to the mall for shopping where they spent a couple of hours. Then they went to have dinner at a popular Thai restaurant nearby. But it being Saturday night, there was a long line and they'd have to wait half an hour for a table. She was waiting in line with Kristen when Carlos, who was having dinner with a friend spotted them. He immediately walked up, and asked Priya to join them at his table with her friend. The two girls, already hungry, were happy to get food at once. The waiter put two extra chairs for them and they had dinner. So Carlos was the hispanic guy I had seen her with tonight.

And the black guy was Eric, his friend. It turned out that Eric and Carlos had a double date that night with two girls, but one of the girls fell ill and the other one backed out. So they were making the use of their reservations at this restaurant by having dinner together. Carlos and his friend Eric were both very nice and fun to talk to and Priya and Kristen got along very well with them. when they got done with dinner, Priya and Kristen started to leave, but the guys insisted they come along with them to a club for some dancing. Kristen said she was 19, so won't be allowed in. But Eric said he was good friends with the guy who stood at the door and checked IDs and as long as she promised not to order any alcohol, he could get her in. Kristen agreed.

At the club, Kristen had orange juice while the other three had a couple of drinks. Once the three of them were nicely buzzed, they all headed to the dance floor. Carlos was dancing with Priya and Eric was dancing with Kristen. As they danced, Carlos started talking to Priya about Ramon. He said he knew Ramon was having a long fight with his girlfriend and wasn't able to spend any time with Priya, so she must be really missing him. She was quite buzzed by now and honestly admitted to him that she was missing Ramon and that I had been too busy, so she had not had sex in a few days, which was getting her really frustrated. Carlos suggested that they could take off, go to his place and he could satisfy her right away. He admitted that ever since he had seen her naked in the bathroom and then being fucked by Ramon on his couch and then cum on her tits, he had been thinking about her night and day.

He was also very jealous that Ramon got to fuck her in his apartment, while he himself had not had sex in a while. He then bad-mouthed Ramon a little, suggesting that Ramon was an idiot for giving so much importance to his silly girlfriend and ignoring a hot and great woman like Priya. Carlos himself did not have a girlfriend and if Priya picked him over Ramon, there would be no complications like with Ramon. Priya said it was nice of him to offer, but she wouldn't feel right sleeping with him without getting an okay from Ramon. Although Ramon had indicated his desire for a threesome with her and Carlos, she wasn't sure how he would feel if she slept with him with Ramon being around. And she did not want to be the cause of trouble between cousins.
Carlos said he understood, and he'd wait for her to be ready. Then they took a break from dancing along with Eric and Kristen and had a couple more drinks. Meanwhile Eric was flirting with Kristen and meeting with mixed success. She apparently liked him, but wasn't letting him touch her or kiss her yet. This got Eric a little frustrated and he decided to make Kristen jealous. So when they finished their drinks, he asked Priya if she would dance with him. Priya agreed and they headed to the dance pit.

In a couple of minutes, she felt Eric's hands starting to wander. He was a lean, well-built and handsome black guy, and Priya was a bit turned on by her first close encounter with a black guy. So when he started feeling her up and fondling her, she did not stop him, and instead responded by rubbing his back and cupping his ass too. Kristen and Carlos were watching them, and if it was Eric's intention to make someone jealous, it worked more on Carlos than Kristen. He cut in and started dancing with Priya while Eric went back to Kristen.

Carlos, already feeling very teased and turned on and yearning for Priya, started fondling her way more than Eric had. He slipped his hand under her skirt and started fondling her bare ass cheeks. He also started fondling her tits, slipping his hand into her tank top. People around them started noticing this and soon everyone was focused on them. Carlos and Priya both realized they had an audience and this seemed to turn both of them on. She was letting him slip his hand under her clothes but a couple of times when he tried to lift her skirt to expose her ass, she stopped him. Carlos responded by putting his hand under his skirt from the front and fingering her clit and cunt over her thong. ---- When they took a break again, Carlos made Priya down two tequila shots, and shortly she had lost even more of her inhibitions. When they went back to the dance floor next, she did not make any real effort to stop him when he lifted the back of her skirt and exposed her thong-clad ass to everyone. I guess this was the part I saw. She could also feel his erect cock through his pants rubbing against her crotch and this was turning her on, in addition to the knowledge that dozens of strangers could see her naked butt. she was getting very turned on by the situation and the cheers of the people around her.

A couple of minutes later, someone let out a wolf whistle and that embarrassed her a little, so she turned around and started grinding her ass against Carlos, feeling his erection rub against her. Carlos started massaging her boobs through her top. Then people started chanting show her tits, and Carlos asked if he should, but she refused, saying that was too much. He then started kissing her very passionately, and she kissed back. It was a long kiss and by the end of it, she was feeling really horny and naughty. So when Carlos asked her again if he could just flash her boobs for a second, she relented.

I knew what happened next, but I didn't say anything. Priya told me how the bouncer came over, stopped them and started yelling at Carlos. He demanded that they leave the club at once. He was the guy Eric was friends with and who had agreed to let Kristen in. So Eric joined them and started to calm the bouncer down, promising that he would ensure that nothing like that happened. The bouncer calmed down a little and said he would let them stay, but they were banned from the dance pit.

The four of them went towards the bar stools and sat there. But by now Carlos was really horny. He asked her again if they should go to his place and have sex, but she refused, saying that she couldn't do it unless Ramon was ok with it. Carlos kept pleading with her but she refused. Then he said, could she at least give him a blowjob in the bathroom? Kristen was listening to all this in surprise because this was the first she had heard of Ramon and Priya sleeping together. But she was even more horrified to hear Priya say yes to blowing Carlos in the bathroom. She asked Priya if she was sure about this or was too drunk. Priya told Kristen not to worry, she was drunk, but not drunk enough to do something she didn't want.

So Priya and Carlos headed to the bathroom and Eric and Kristen agreed to stand guard outside to make sure the bouncer didn't catch them again. And that's what they were doing when I saw them standing outside the door. I could not see Priya because by the time I went down there, she was already in the bathroom. Once they were in there, Carlos immediately took out his dick and shoves it into the mouth of Priya as she sat on the toilet. Priya sucked him skillfully and he had already been turned on by the night's events. So in barely two minutes, he started cumming in her mouth, a big load which she swallowed in one gulp.

Carlos put his dick back in his pants and started zipping it when he saw Priya take her thong off. He looked at her quizzically and she said she needed to pee, so he should go out and she'll join him later. So he came out, which I had seen him do and then Eric went in. Kristen told Priya in the car why that happened. Eric was really turned on by Carlos and Priya's horseplay and was trying to feel up Kristen. But Kristen, who was not drunk, kept resisting. As they stood guard outside the bathroom, Eric started getting even more jealous. He suggested that afterwards, the two of them should go into the bathroom and she should blow him. Kristen flatly refused, saying she was not the sort of girl who does that with a guy she has just met. Maybe a few dates, and she'd do anything for him. But nothing that night.

So Eric got upset and said that if she won't blow him, he'd ask Priya to do it. That's when Carlos walked out, and told them it had been a great blowjob. Eric decided go try his luck and started walking in. Kristen out a hand on his shoulder to stop him and said if he went in, she would never go out with him. Eric shook her hand off saying that he'd much rather get a blowjob from an exotic and voluptuous Indian woman than waste his time running after a stick-thin blonde.

Priya was just done peeing when Eric walked in and she was shocked to see him. He got a good look at her pussy, and said he'd been really attracted to her all night. Priya was about to tell him to leave, when Eric unzipped his pants and took out his rapidly hardening dick. It was about as long as Ramon's, 8 inches or so and thick, but it was jet black in color. The sight of this new kind of a dick had a hypnotizing effect on Priya and she just stared at it with her mouth open, unable to say anything.

Eric realized the effect he was having on her and immediately took the few steps to the toilet and inserted his dick in her open mouth. Priya sucked on it obediently, very turned on at what she was doing. As she sucked on his dick, Eric, reached down with his big hands and started fingering her naked cunt skillfully. His big hard fingers sliding in and out of her cunt made Priya lose any control she had left on the situation. She leaned back, taking his dick out of her mouth and started moaning as Eric's fingers sent waves of pleasure through her whole body.

It had been over three days since anything went up Priya's cunt. She was aching to be fucked, and had really wanted to accept Carlos' invitation to go back to his apartment. But his being Ramon's cousin made her want to wait for Ramon's permission, But now Eric's finger had thrown any thoughts of Ramon out of her mind. Plus she was still very drunk. She wanted to be fucked, and looked at Eric with a hungry expression on her face.

Eric didn't need a degree in face-reading to realize what she wanted. He took his fingers out of her cunt, and pulled her up from the toilet holding her hand. Priya complied and then yielded to the pressure from his hands as he turned her around and made her bend over and keep her hands on the wall. He rolled up her skirt and stared at her beautiful and perfectly shaped ass for a couple of seconds. He then penetrated her cunt in one swift motion and started fucking her hard as she held on to the wall for support. He humped her like a wild dog for about ten minutes, and then the both of them came together, Priya's body convulsing as Eric shot his seed up her cunt. As Priya's orgasm subsided, she felt satisfied and even a little excited that now she had been fucked by another ethnicity - black.

As they started getting dressed, Priya realized that her thong which had been around her ankles had gotten dirty because of the wet bathroom floor. So she just threw it away and came out of the bathroom naked under her skirt. She walked out of the bathroom with Eric and joined Kristen and Carlos who were sitting at the table. Carlos smiled and asked Eric if he enjoyed Priya's blowjob. Eric broke out into an even wider smile and said, he wouldn't know, because he didn't fuck her mouth, but her cunt, and held up his hand for a high five. Carlos however looked shocked and hurt and did not return his high five.

Before Priya could say something to him to calm him down, Kristen who was really disturbed at what was happening told her that I had called while she was in the bathroom and I was expecting her to return shortly. So they decided to leave. Kristen, disgusted at the guys for taking advantage of a drunk Priya just stormed out without saying goodbye to anyone. Priya said goodbye to Eric with a short kiss and was about to do the same to Carlos, but he looked away, still pissed off that she let Eric fuck her but not him. She and Eric exchanged cellphone numbers and he told her to call him if she ever wanted some more of it. Carlos was still sulking as she walked out and joined Kristen in the car.

Priya finished her narration and hugged me tightly and said she loved me a lot. I said I loved her too. We lay there like that in silence a few minutes, and then

"There's a little bit more." she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The reason why I woke up in the middle of the night, got turned on and came here, instead of waiting till the morning." she said.

"And why did you do it?"

"I got some messages from Eric a while back." she said.

"Text messages?" I asked.

"Among others." she said and then reached for her cellphone which she had kept next to the pillow. She clicked a few buttons and went to the message list. Put the phone in my hands and said, "Start with this message and keep going up."

The first message was a text message which said - "thx fr 2nite. mst do again. call me. here are some souvenrs." The second was a picture message. I watched in shock as it was a picture of Priya, bent over with her hands on the wall with just her top on and her naked ass jutting out. Her face was turned away and not visible, but it was obviously her. I opened the third message. It was a picture of a long hard black dick next to Priya's naked white ass. I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The next message was also a picture, taken from the same angle as before, showing Priya's ass at a close-up, except that the dick was now clearly penetrating her cunt. Then there was a pic he had probably taken holding it horizontally next to him, because it showed the two of them sideways, Priya's naked body visible from her knee to her ass to halfway up her back and stomach. And Eric's waist hips and thighs, and a part of his dick still outside as the rest of it was buried in her cunt.

The next pic was dark and hazy, but I could still make out that he had taken it by putting the phone under her stomach, because it showed her pussy mound, upper thighs and stretched out cunt lips with the dick in them. The next pic showed her top rolled up to her armpits, and her swinging boobs. It was an interesting and erotic picture, clicked at the instant when the fucking motion had made her boobs stretch forward.

And the final message, the hottest of the lot, was a one minute video clip. It started focused on her ass-cheeks jiggling as his dick pounded her cunt mercilessly. Two distinct sounds were audible - the loud thwacks of Eric's thighs and hips slapping against Priya's ass, and Priya's deep and loud moans of "oooh...ahhhhh...ooohhh...ahhhh". The view shifted to a long one as he zoomed out, and showed her whole body writhing and shaking as he fucked her hard at an enormous pace. He started fucking her even harder and I heard my wife say "oh fuck that is so good....oh yes, like that...keep fucking me like that Eric....keep fucking my indian cunt with your black dick..oh yesss". And the view zoomed back on her jiggling asscheeks as I heard his voice say in a very strong typical black accent "oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck your hot little curry cunt, my indian bitch. I love your booty too...love it.". And then the clip ended.

By now my dick was fully erect again and I was disappointed the pics and clip had ended. I looked at Priya who looked very embarrassed.

"I had no idea when he took them. I was facing the wall the whole time." she said, sounded a little down.

"Well, your face isn't visible in any of them." I said.

"Yeah, I was thankful for the same thing." she said.

"And honestly, I am glad he took these. I loved watching them." I said.

"I thought you would." she said with a smile.

"Well, now I want to fuck your hot little curry cunt." I said, and throwing the phone to one side, pulled her on top of me. And we fucked again. Fucked long and hard. Exchanging a lot of dirty words. And as I fucked her, I couldn't help but wonder what kinky erotic adventures lay ahead. As I fucked her and inserted a finger into her asshole, I thought about the possibilities of what she could and would do next.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART9
Here's a new definition of irony. Me, the man whose wife was going around fucking and sucking almost any young man who showed an interest in her, was relishing all the events and not feeling the slightest hint of jealousy, envy or possessiveness. On the other hand, those men who got to ravish my hot wife on whom they had no real claim, all got caught up in the petty throes of jealousy. The next week was full of events that made it seem like Priya had stepped into the centre of some teen television drama series, and although I found it all very amusing, I could see that she was getting genuinely annoyed.

The first person to get ensnared by the green monster was Ramon. Having finally made up with his girlfriend after days of pleading and lying and falsely convincing her that he had not cheated on her, he found out about Saturday night from Carlos. When Priya refused to fuck Carlos and just sucked him off instead, out of worry that it would piss off Ramon, she had been wildly underestimating the repercussions. Ramon was upset that she had even sucked him off. He was not upset about the act itself, but the fact that it was done in his absence and without his permission.

Ever since Ramon found that that he was only the second guy Priya had ever slept with, he had started thinking of himself as some kind of a hotshot sexual mentor to her. He wanted her to expand her horizons by sleeping with other guys, having threesomes, and maybe even more. But he wanted to be the guy in charge. He was suddenly feeling all territorial about her. So when he came to know that she had been sucking off his cousin while he was busy making up with his girlfriend, it ticked him off.

As if her dalliance with Carlos was not bad enough, he was even more livid that she had slept with Eric. It turned out that Eric and Ramon not only knew each other, but hated each others guts. Ramon's girlfriend Julia used to go out with Eric before they started going out. And she had left Eric for Ramon, a grudge that Eric still nursed. Eric and Julia had however, still remained "good friends", and this never sat well with Ramon. He was sure that Eric was secretly trying to win back his ex-girlfriend by trying to convince her that Ramon wasn't right for her.

And now Priya, his special exotic Indian conquest, had gone and fucked Eric. This not only gave Eric something to boast about when they met next, but it also meant that he know had specific information about who Ramon was cheating on Julia with. Although Eric had not told Julia about it yet, it was a trump card he held over Ramon. And Ramon was convinced that Eric would use it sooner rather than later. Ramon told all this to Priya while he yelled at her and berated her for, ironically, being such a slut. He seemed so angry and ready to explode that Priya, despite wanting to, did not talk back and just kept silent during his whole tirade.

Then there was Carlos. He was pissed off that although he had been so patient and gentlemanly to Priya all the time, and made his apartment available for her and Ramon to secretly fuck in, she had spurned him. He could have understood if she had spurned him out of some loyalty to Ramon. But then right after refusing to fuck him, she had turned around and let Eric bang her. He sent her a few text messages expressing all this anger and when she tried calling him back, refused to answer her calls.

Carlos was also apparently pissed at his good friend Eric. According to him, Eric should have known from the events of that night that Carlos was pining for Priya. And he should have been a loyal friend and waited before fucking her. Carlos had already let Eric go in the bathroom for a blowjob, after he got one. Eventually when he fucked Priya, he would have shared her with him too. But Eric instead went ahead on his own and fucked her before he could, which caused a rift between them.

Eric, although not as upset or angry as the other two guys, was being possessive himself. On Monday, he called up Priya and asked her if she wanted to go out with him some time. Priya answered she might... she told me she was looking forward to fucking him in more spacious and comfortable settings than a bar bathroom. But before making plans, Eric made it clear to her that they could only hook up if she agreed to break it off with Ramon. Priya found that very presumptuous and refused.

In a week filled with all this mess, there was some good news. Priya's car was finally delivered. She was thrilled because it now gave her newfound freedom. It did not matter that Ramon was angry with her because she did not need him for rides any more. So when he ignored her, she ignored him back. For the whole week, it was as if they were two strangers. Priya limited herself to hanging out with Kristen in college, and their friendship grew stronger.

At college on Monday, Priya sat Kristen down and told her everything honestly. Kristen was surprised to learn that I knew about everything and was okay with it. She was also surprised at how daring or even reckless Priya had been and was now a part of some complicated sexual triangle...well...not even a triangle... maybe a polygon involving people almost a decade younger than her. Nevertheless, Kristen became a trusted friend and confidante and Priya was actually happy to have someone else to talk to about the whole mess other than me.

Meanwhile, I was not too unhappy about the situation. The drama amused me, much to Priya's chagrin. But the drama also meant no sex for her for a while from anyone except me. Although I was disappointed at this temporary halt in her adventures, it also meant that I had her all to myself. So everyday when I came home, I found my wife horny and ready to go at it as many times in the night as I could get it up.

However, on Thursday after we finished fucking for the second time that night, Priya was honest enough to admit to me that she was missing sex with others. I was great and she enjoyed our sex, but now that she had tasted the sample of sex with multiple partners, she felt like something was missing now that it had only been me for about 5 days. Her body was craving the company of some other men, and she readily admitted, bigger and thicker dicks. However, she still had her pride and said that she would not make the first move with Ramon, Carlos or Eric and it was up to them to get back with her.

On Friday, I had to go leave town for the weekend and attend a conference in Los Angeles. When I had booked my tickets a week or so back, Priya was happily fucking Ramon, so when I asked if she'd like to come, she said no, that would have her a couple of days to spend with him if possible. Now, with all the men on outs with her, she wanted to come with me, but all the flights were booked. So it was a downcast Priya, troubled by all the drama and the prospect of a lonely sex-less weekend, who dropped me off at the airport in her new car on Friday night.

When I reached LA, it was midnight there, which meant it was 2 am in the Midwest. When I turned my phone on, I saw two voicemails waiting for me, both from Priya. The first one was in a happy voice and said -

"Ajit!!! Great news!! Eric came to his senses. He called me up and apologized for being so possessive, and said he'd like to be in my life even if it meant sharing me with others. He wants me to go over to his place tonight, where he'll cook for me and then...he he...you know. Anyway, I have to go get ready and drive over to his house. I'll talk to you later. Love you."

That sounded like good news. I was glad to hear that she was no longer morose and was happy. I was also looking forward to hearing updates from her about their night together. I then heard the second voicemail. In this one, she was whispering and she sounded drunk, sleepy, tired, but also somehow satiated.


"Ajiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I love you so much honey so so much. Tonight has been so awesome. I wish you were here. I am calling you from the bathroom so have to whisper. Eric is just something else. He has just been...ohh god...I can not tell you how the orgasms were.... and the whole new thing he got me into. I can’t describe it on the voicemail. I have to go back now...oh and also, if you call me after you land, I won’t be able to answer the phone. I'll tell you later why. But just send me a text message so I know you landed safely. Love you." and the whispering ended.

I found that message very curious and confusing. But I was hoping that the next day, I would be able to get the whole account of her night in detail. I sent her a text message saying I reached safely and took a cab to my hotel, where I fell asleep almost immediately.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART10
When I woke up the next morning, I saw two text messages from Priya. "gud to kno u reachd safe. i luv u." and "gonna spend the day wt eric. hav a gud conf." I couldn't think much about that though, because I had to get ready and go to the conference. The whole day was spent in talks, lectures and networking sessions. I tried calling Priya in between a couple of times, but she didnt answer. Instead sent me short text messages saying she was having a great time.

At night I had to go out for dinner and drinks with a few conference delegates and by the time I got back to my room, it was almost midnight. I went to bed right away. And overslept in the morning, which meant I had to go back to the conference floor without asking Priya about her time with Eric. I did get a couple of text messages from Priya saying she could not wait to tell me everything in great detail and I would be surprised to learn what all she had done.

Sunday night, after the conference wrapped up, I was on my way to my hotel room when I called up Priya. I was now finally free and could not wait to hear everything in great detail. The phone rang for a while before she finally answered.

"Hi honey, I am free." I said happily.

"I am glad to hear that, Ajit." Priya answered in her cold voice that she uses only when she is very angry. "But I have a couple of little kids to deal with here."

"What? You're babysitting?" I asked.

"No. Don't be silly. These two kids I am with - Eric and Ramon. Two stupid stupid kids who think that just because they have big dicks, they have the right to do whatever they want." and then she said loudly, "See you two babies? I am telling my husband about your dicks and he is not asking me for a divorce yet."

"Priya, what the hell is going on?" I asked, really confused.

"Ajit, when was the last time you checked your official company email?" she asked.

"After lunch, why?" I answered.

"Go check it and you'll see what's going on and why I am so angry at these two dicks. Meanwhile, I still have to give them hell for their stupidity. One dick thinks that he has to right to secretly videotape everything he wants and use it as a bargaining chip. And the other dick things the best way to get back at someone is to try and hurt someone completely innocent." Priya said.

"What???" I asked.

"Just go to your room and check your email. I'll talk to you later." she said and abruptly hung up.

I almost ran to my room and rushed to my laptop which had my company inbox open. I saw a bunch of emails from colleagues and clients and scrolled down until I saw it. Sender - Ramon Reyes. Subject - Fw: Who da man now?

I clicked on the email and it read -

Mr. Ajjeet,

Hope you don't mind me mailing you. Got your id from your company website. I think you need to know some realities about your wife and what a lying cheating whore she is. She has been fucking around behind your back and you dont know it. If you dont believe me see the links in the email below.

Ramon

Below it was a forwarded email from Eric Jackson to Ramon

Hey Ramon

Check these links. Who da man now?

Eric


And then there were a bunch of links to URLs from a video sharing website. I clicked open the first one.

The camera showed a simple living room captured through what seemed like a camcorder kept in a corner. A couple of couches were visible as was the front door. Sitting on a couch was a tall lean and handsome black man who I guessed to be Eric. A few seconds went by and the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Eric yelled out, got up and came close to the camera. He brought his face very close to it and said, "Hey Ramon, wait till you see who walks in that door."

Then he went and opened the door. And there was Priya, standing there in her woolen coat, boots, gloves and a woolen cap.

"Come on in. Found the place easily?" Eric said letting her in.

"Yes, it was no problem. But it's snowing so hard outside." Priya said taking off her gloves and coat. Underneath, she was dressed in a denim skirt and a sweater. She looked, as always, astonishingly hot.

"Yeah, the weather's a bitch." he said, taking her coat, gloves and cap and putting them on a stand. He then put his arm around her and led her to the couch saying, "I am so glad you came. Trust me, this is a night you will not forget."

"He he, anything will better than the bar bathroom, Eric." Priya said, sitting next to him on the couch and in her arms. The contrast of her petite white-skinned body next to his tall black self seemed more starker as he hugged her.

"Now, do you want something to drink? How about a margarita? There's some in the kitchen." Eric said.

"Sure, that sounds good. Should I go get us some?" Priya asked, starting to get up, but Eric pulled her back down and said,

"No need for that." he then yelled, "Jojo! Get us two margaritas you bitch!"

Priya sounded as surprised as I was to learn that there was someone else in the house.

"Yes, Master." said a female voice on the distance.

"Who's Jojo? And why is she calling you master?" Priya asked.

"You'll see." Eric said with a wry smile.

In a few seconds, Jojo appeared on the screen carrying a tray, and I almost flew off my seat. Jojo was a tall hispanic-looking woman with striking features and a very voluptuous body. She was at least 5 ft 10, if not taller. A beautiful olive-skinned face with a body to match. And she had a big build. Not fat, because there was no flabbiness anywhere. Just wide shoulders, wide hips, long muscular legs and huge massive boobs, easily size DD, with big pointy nipples.

I knew how the nipples were because I could see them. No, she was not naked, but everything vital was on display. She was wearing a black leather teddy, made up of straps rather than a contiguous material. There was a gap for the boobs to hang out, and the teddy was also crotchless. Her shaved pussy was visible through a triangular hole in the teddy. And she she turned, I saw that the back only had a few leathed straps and her ass was completely naked.

Apart from that, she was wearing back leather boots, much like Priya's, and in her neck, she wore a black studded collar with a leash hanging from it. On her face, she was wearing dark make-up with a black lipstick, which matched well with her jet black hair, and gave her a very gothic look.

"Your margarita, Ma'am". she bent down and brought the tray in front of a shocked Priya, who was staring at her with her mouth agape. Priya absent mindedly took a margarita, and then looked away, not wanting to stare too much.

"For you, Master." Jojo said to Eric and he took his glass.

"Good job, Jojo. Come, sit next to me." Eric said.

Jojo kept the tray on the coffee table, and walked behind the couch. I was surprised, like Priya seemed to be too, when Jojo, instead of sitting in the empty space on the couch next to Eric, sat down on the floor on bent knees. Eric looked at her approvingly, put his hand on her head and said,

"Nice bitch. isn't she a nice bitch, Yoyo?" he turned towards Priya.

"Yoyo?" Priya on the screen and I sitting in the room said at the same time in a similar tone of voice.

"Yes, I'd like to call you Yoyo. Jojo, meet Yoyo. Yoyo, meet Jojo.' he said.

"Good evening, Yoyo." Jojo said in a deferential voice.

"Okay what the fuck is this, Eric?" Priya said, getting off the couch and putting her margarita glass on the table.

"Here's what the fuck it is. Jojo here is my sex slave. For a couple of days. She does whatever I tell her to, wears what I tell her to, and fucks whenever I tell her to. And then Sunday morning, she takes off her slave uniform, puts on her regular clothes, and goes back to her regular life and to her regular boyfriend." Eric explained.

"Are you blackmailing her or something?" Priya asked.

"Haha, not at all. She does it because she enjoys being a slave. Don't you, Jojo?"

"Yes, Master. I love being your slave." Jojo replied.

"She enjoys it because she is a natural submissive. She craves to be dominated sexually. She gets sexual pleasure out of being my slave. And from what I saw of you that night in the bar, you enjoy being dominated too." Eric said.

"What nonsense." Priya said, but not in a very convincing tone of voice.

"I know a submissive when I see one.... and fuck one. So here's the deal. If you want to be with me tonight and maybe even tomorrow, you have to becone Yoyo, my other slave. Do what I say without answering back or protesting. And I promise you that you, me and Jojo here will have a great time together." Eric said.

"You're insane!" Priya said and then looking at Jojo said, "and you're insane. Both of you. This is way too creepy for me. I am leaving."

And Priya started walking to the door.

"Sure, go ahead and leave if you want. No one's got a gun to your head. The best submissives are the ones who voluntarily submit. Like Jojo here." Eric said. "make sure you lock the door on the way out."

Priya went to the stand and took her coat and cap from it. As she was doing that, Eric got up and stretched his arms. Then he reached for the leash, held it in his hand and yanked it hard saying,

"Get off the floor, you bitch."

Jojo got off the floor at once. He then pushed her towards the couch, and she feel forward. Her knees were on the couch, her stomach was against the backrest and her face and boobs were hanging over the top of the backrest. Eric spanked her ass really hard a couple of times and that big naked ass jiggled like jello. Eric then started walking towards Priya who had frozen like a statue in the middle of putting her coat on.

The look on her face showed that she was worried Eric would manhandle her too. But instead he ignored her presence, walked to a cabinet next to her, opened a drawer and took out what looked like handcuffs with leather loops. Without a word to Priya, he turned around, and strode to the couch. Once there, he roughly grabbed both of Jojo's hand, pulled them behind her back and cuffed them together. Without her elbows supporting her, Jojo's body fell forward, and there was a small thump as her stomach hit the backret hard. Her huge boobs swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

Priya stared as Eric then got on his knees sideways on the couch next to Jojo. He raised his right hand, looked towards Priya, smiled and brought it down really hard. There was a loud smack as Eric's big strong palm spanked Jojo's substantial ass, and Jojo let out a yelp. He then spanked the other ass cheek, producing another loud smack and yelp. He kept spanking her ass cheeks one after the other, harder and harder, until all that was heard was smacks and yelps.

After a minute or so he stopped, and there were red palm prints on both of Jojo's asscheeks. She seemed to be sobbing softly with the pain. Eric then got off the couch stood behind her and roughly inserted two fingers into her cunt which seemed to be wet. Jojo really was enjoying this. He then pushed his thumb against her asshole and it effortlessly slid in, and soon he was grabbing her crotch by the two holes like someone holds a bowling ball.

"You want to be fucked, bitch?" he yelled.

"Yes please, master." Jojo cried out.

"You sure you want to be fucked?"

"Yes please, master."

With his other hand he unbuckled his pants and brought out his big erect black dick.

"Which hole do you want me to fuck you in, bitch?" he asked.

"Whichever you wish, master." Jojo whined.

"Good answer, slave. Hmm...which hole do I fuck?" he said, pretending to think. And then taking his fingers out of her holes said, "I know...neither. Instead.." he said and walked around the couch until he was in front of her, "..I am gonna fuck this mouth hole."

Very roughly, he shoved his whole dick into Jojo's mouth. It must have hit the back of her throat, because she started making gagging noises. But Eric ignored them, grabbed her hair with both his hands and started humping her mouth really hard, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Jojo made short gagging noises in the rhythm with which the cock was fucking her mouth.

Meanwhile, Priya had been watching this whole spectacle with an amazed and slightly aroused look on her face. There was no denying it. What had seemed creepy to her a while back was now turning her on. With her coat still in her hands, she walked towards the two of them, as if being pulled by a magnet. She came to a halt a couple of feet away from the couch, and stared at the rough way in which Eric was fucking Jojo's mouth. Ad she didn't even realize when she dropped her coat on the floor.

If Eric noticed Priya, he didn't give any indication of it. He kept fucking Jojo's mouth mercilessly for a minute or so and then finally took a break by pulling it out. Jojo gasped loudly when her mouth was emptied and exhaled visibly, her breasts heaving a few times. She looked at Priya and gave her an understanding smile.

But that didn't go down well with Eric. He slapped her hard across the face, the sound of which rang through the room, and made Priya take a step back in surprise.

"Who the fuck told you to look at her and smile, you bitch?" he yelled and slapped her once more.

Tears streamed down Jojo's face as she looked up at Eric with a wild expression on her face. Eric responded by shoving his dick back in her throat and started face-fucking her. The face-fucking continued for a couple more minutes, and then Eric took his dick out. He grabbed Jojo's hair, and holding it in one hand walked around the couch. Jojo's torso moved 90 degrees from facing the back of the couch to facing the side away from Priya.

He then let go of his grip and Jojo's face and shoulders fell on the couch with a thud. She was now on the couch on her knees and shoulders, her big ass jutting upwards. Meanwhile Eric took off his shirt, pant and underwear and got fully naked, revealing a muscular well-defined body. He threw a quick glimpe in Priya's direction who was now standing there looking positively horny.
He then got on the couch on his knees behind Jojo's ass, and put the tip of his dick at her sopping wet cunt lips. Jojo's body shuddered in anticipation of the penetration, but she kept waiting for a few seconds as it didn't happen. Eric stayed still, his dick at her cunt lips and said,

"You know what to do, bitch."

Jojo inhaled deeply and said,

"Please Master. Please fuck me. I beg you. I truly beg you to fuck me. Please. Have mercy on me and fuck me."

Priya let out a gasp and covered his mouth with her hands as she watched with wide eyes Jojo wiggle her butt and beg Eric to fuck her.

"And why should I have mercy on you, bitch?"

"Please Master. I beg you. I beg you." she wailed.

Eric smiled and then slowly started penetrating her cunt. Jojo let out a small cry of relief that stretched out as inch by inch Eric's dick penetrated her. In a few seconds, his dick was completely buried inside her cunt. He then took it out like that gradually all the waay and started inserting it again, slowly. Jojo was now making guttural noises like an animal, enjoying the slow fucking she was getting.

All this had by now gotten too much for Priya. She plonked herself on the cushioned chair arranged perpendicular to the couch. She put her hands on her knees and kept watching Eric fuck Jojo slowly. The lust on her face was self-evident and Eric looked at her and smiled, confident that she had taken his bait. Priya looked at Eric's and smiled weakly and then turned her gaze towards the writhing grunting body of Jojo.

And I could see why Priya was so entranced. Just watching it on the screen, I was incredibly turned on at the sight of Jojo's tall busty well built body, clad in the skimpiest of leather teddies, kneeling with her head on the couch. And Eric's well toned body slowly slapping into hers and his huge dick slid in and out of her cunt. Priya was getting to watch all this live, in 3 dimensions, just a couple of feet away from her.

Eric then shifted to a higher gear and sped up a bit. Not too hard, like I had seen him pummel Priya in that clip on the phone. But fast enough. The gradual increase in pace caused a gradual increase in Jojo's moans too, and they became more high pitched. Her plump ass cheeks kept jiggling every time Eric's hips slammed into them.

Priya also shifted to a higher gear. Until now she had been shifting and fidgeting in the chair. Finally she could not take it any more. She pulled her denim skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing that she was wearing a thong again. Her hand went down and slid the fabric of the thong to one side, and her fingers started working on her clit at once. She let out a big sigh of relief as she was able to pleasure herself after exercising self-control for such a long time.

Eric watched all this triumphantly and suddenly went from second gear to overdrive, hammering Jojo's cunt so rapidly that this thighs were a blur on the screen. Jojo started howling with pleasure as he did that and Priya, as if to match their pace, started moving her fingers on her clit rapidly as well. Eric's mach speed hammering finally had the effect it was bound to have and Jojo started shaking and shivering and her howls got really piercing. She was clearly having an orgasm.

Watching Jojo made Priya hit her peak as well, and soon she also started moaning loudly, her voice mixing with Jojo's. Jojo's body raised itself off the couch a couple of times and crashed down with a bang as her orgasm washed over her, and Priya had by now slid down the couch so much that her whole ass was suspended in the air. The two of seemed to climax at around the same time and Eric watched with an accomplished grin as he brought two women to orgasm simultaneously, without even touching one of them, even as he himself had not cum.

In a few seconds, both Jojo and Priya came down to earth and their howls now turned into short soft moans as their bodies felt the receding after effects of their respective orgasms.

"Thank you, master." Jojo said in almost a whisper as Eric pulled out his cock from her cunt and stretched back. It was still fully erect, and it was confirmed that he had not cum. "Thank you, thank you....finally. Oh god, finally!" Jojo exclaimed and started crying and laughing at the same time as if in relief.

Eric got off the couch and stared at Priya, who stared back at hime with glazed eyes. He smiled and got down on his knees in front of her. Half her body was already off the couch. He put his big hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her up, so her cunt was just a couple of inches away from his hard cock. Priya smiled in anticipation as Eric slowly advanced his dick towards her pussy. As the tip of his dick touched the entrance of her cunt, she inhaled and braced for his entrance.

Instead Eric backed away and took his hands out from under her ass, making it hit the floor with a soft thud. He got up, and by now the smile on his face had been replaced with a stern look.

"You think it would be so easy? I told you. If you want to get fucked, you have to be my slave. You have to be my Yoyo." he said.

"Fine. I am your slave. I am your Yoyo. Fuck me now." Priya almost screamed impatiently, pulling herself up on the chair.

"Not so fast, Yoyo, not so fast. You don't just become a slave by saying it." Eric said and got back on the couch on his knees and behind Jojo who was still whimpering softly.

"Then what do I have to do?" Priya said in high voice.

"You can start by losing that demanding attitude you have. Be more like Jojo here. Deferential." he said as he inserted his dick into Jojo's cunt and started fucking her again. Priya stayed silent and looked at him angrily, as if debating if she should just walk out right away. But she stayed there, a picture of contrasts. Her face wore an angry self-respecting look. Her top was still the way it was. But the waist is where the contrast started. Her skirt gathered around it in a bunch. Her thong displaced, her wet cunt in full view and her legs spread apart and suspended in the air as if placed on invisible stirrups.

As Eric fucked Jojo again and started getting her worked up, Priya's attitude started melting away. The look on her face got softer as she watched the two of them go at it. Eric seemed to have an amazing stamina and continued to pound Jojo like a madman for a full fifteen minutes until finally he started cumming. Jojo had already orgasmed twice more by then and Priya had fingered herself to climax once more.

By the time Eric finished filling Jojo up with his seed, both ladies were a sight to see. Jojo was almost semi-conscious because of the multiple orgasms and Priya's face held the hunger of a bitch in heat, but the pliability of a bunny rabbit. Eric took his dick out of Jojo and it made a short plop sound and his cum started oozing down her thighs. He then looked at Priya and said,

"You sure you wanna do this too?"

"Yes." she said hoarsely.

"Yes what?" Eric asked in a stern voice. Priya looked confused for a second before realization hit her.

"Yes, Master." she croaked.

"Hmmm. This is your first mistake, so I am letting you off with a warning. But from now on if you don't address me properly, there will be hell to pay. Get it....Yoyo?" Eric asked.

"Yes, Master." she said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART11
"Good. Now, first things first. Get completely naked. Even those boots. I want them off." Eric said and right away, Priya started taking her clothes off, starting with her skirt. "I am going to get your uniform from inside. But meanwhile, I want you to get started on your first task."

"Yes, Master?" Priya, who had already gotten naked from waist down, asked as she started taking her top off.

"Your first task is to clean her cunt up completely." Eric said pointing towards Jojo. "Using your mouth only. No hands. Lick the juices off her thighs, off her pussy lips and from inside her cunt by putting your tongue in it."

Priya's face broke out into a grimace in disgust at the idea of what she was being asked to do.

"And that's another thing. Stop making faces when I give you orders. If I give you an order as your master, you should be happy to carry it out. The next time you make a face like there's a bug in your food, I swear to god, you will regret it. Now get to it." Eric scolded her and headed inside.

Priya took off her boots and reluctantly got on the couch behind Jojo's kneeling body and looked at the overflowing cunt doubtfully. Jojo waited until Eric had left the room completely and then said to Priya,

"Don't worry Yoyo, it'll get better."

Priya let out a sarcastic snigger and said,

"Yeah right." She then started licking the cum off Jojo's thighs.

"No, trust me. You'll get used to it. I was like you in the beginning too. Doubtful, disobedient. But as time passes, you get into the groove and it starts making you hot. oooh...that feels nice" Jojo said the last part because now Priya was inserting her tongue inside the cunt to get the cum out. She moaned a bit until Priya was done cleaning, and basically eating all the cum, and then said,

"You're very pretty, by the way. Really nice and petite, but still a nice rack."

"Thank you. You're very sexy too. I wish I were tall like you." Priya replied.

"Tall, short don't matter to Eric, honey. All he likes is the booty. Grab-able booties like yours and mine. If the booty is nice, fleshy and round, he'd fuck a midget too." Jojo said and started laughing. Priya joined in.

"Nice accent, by the way. Where ya from, Pakistan?" Jojo asked.

"No, India." Priya said.

"Oh of course, India. And what's your real name, Yoyo?" she asked.

"Priya."

"Damn, that's a mouthful. I'll just stick to Yoyo. My name ain't Jojo. It is..." she said but was interrupted by Eric's yelling.

"Who the fuck told you two bitches you could chatter and gossip away like two old maids?" he said.

"Sorry Master" Jojo said, and Priya repeated the same right away.

"You two bitches wanna run your tongues so much? I'll find a good use for them. But first.." Eric said and handed the garb to Priya. "Here's your uniform. Put it on."

My naked wife obediently started completing the formalities of becoming Eric's slave. She first took the teddy, which when folded could have fit into her fist. It was identical to Jojo's in design and shape, except that it was bright red. But apart from the color, everything else was the same. As she put it on, her boobs jutted out of the two holes for them, and her shaved cunt and ass were completely visible. Next she took the boots, also a matching bright red, sat down on the chair and put them on.

Finally she reached for the red studded collar and was about to put it on when Eric stopped her.

"You don't do that. I do that. I will collar you, thus making you my slave." he said taking it from her hand. "But remember, once the collar is on, until I take it off, you are my completely slave. You have to follow my every order or else I'll slap you around if I have to. Are you sure you want to be collared by me?"

"Yes, Master. Please collar me, Master." Priya said.

"Alright then." Eric said and wrapped the collar around her neck and buttoned it. It also had a leash like Jojo's except of course, red in color. "Great. My two lovely slaves. Jojo and Yoyo."

He then took a step towards the couch and opened Jojo's handcuffs. She got up and stretched her hands and stood there next to Priya, looking almost like an Amazon. Eric took both their leashes in his hand, smiled and then yanked them downwards. The two slaves immediately fell to their hands and knees.

"Come along, my bitches." Eric said, dragging the leashes making the two of them crawl around the couch and behind him. "Let's start playing."

And the final shot of the scene had the two unmatched asses, Priya's shapely substantial, and Jojo's shapely and massive, jiggled softly as the knees behind them moved to take them away out of the camera's view. The last thing I saw were their boots, red and black, sliding away.

I sat there, as the clip ended and realized that I had cum all over my shirt without even realizing it. What I saw there, involving my wife, was hotter than any porno I had ever seen. No wonder she was so excited about the whole thing. I got some napkins and cleaned my semen off my clothes and clicked on the second link.
The next clip was not very long. It started in a bedroom, with a big kingsize bed with a lot of wooden bars in the frames at the top and bottom. Jojo and Priya were both handcuffed to the bars, and were on their knees. Eric was kneeling behind them with a small paddle in his hand, and was smacking their asses with it one by one. He was doing it pretty hard, because both his slaves were yelping pretty loudly when a shot landed, and their asses were red. The redness of Priya's ass was particular remarkable, because of her whiter skin tone and also because she was wearing red. As I paid closer attention to their yelps, I realized that Eric was smacking Jojo a lot harder than he was Priya. But the bigger woman seemed to be able to take it. And then the clip ended.

The third clip started from the same angle with both ladies in the same position. The redness of their asses had faded away a little, which indicated that it had been some time since the last clip was shot. Eric came into the picture, wearing just jeans and got on his knees between their asses. He then put his two hands up, and folded all fingers except for the index finger on both hands, looking like a cricket umpire about to signal six. He then looked at the camera and winked.

And then he started fingering the clits of both women using one finger for each. They had been silent so far, but both of them started moaning and squirming. In a couple of minutes, he made both of them climax once each and the two of them were shaking their butts like they were desperate to get out of the bondage. But Eric mercilessly kept going, bringing both of them to orgasm after orgasm. Both of them were howling for him to stop, begging him to stop. But by the time he stopped, it had been fifteen minutes and both of them were on the verge of passing out. And the clip ended.

The fourth clip was one of my favorites. Jojo was sitting, legs folded, yoga style, nodding at something Eric was saying that I could not hear. Then Priya came into the picture, and sat down in Jojo's lap, facing her, and stretching her legs out behind Jojo. The two of them stared at each other uncertainly for a few seconds, when I heard Eric yell,

"Get on with it, bitches!"

And the bitches got on with it. They started kissing each other. And not just pecks, but proper lip-to-lip lingering kisses with their tongues playing with each other. I found that whole clip extremely hot. I had often fantasized about seeing Priya with another woman. But even after our recent experiments, she had refused to entertain the idea, saying it seemed "yucky". And here she was, obviously loving the way Jojo was kissing her. After some sensuous kissing, Jojo hurriedly started removing Priyas breasts from the cover of her dress. After removing them compleately, she started sucking on one of them while molesting the other one by her big palm. Jojo‘s hard sucking was giving tremendious pleasure to priya and she was moaning loudly. After few more minutes Jojo stopped her sucking and started whispering something in to Priya’s ear. Priya was laughing hering her but I saw that Jojo’s hand wasn’t stopped, it was continuously pumping Priyas right breast like an automic machine. When the clip ended ten minutes later, one look at both their faces made a fact clear. They were turned on beyond belief, as I could see from the way they had that familiar look. After everything ended they stared at each other for a while before Eric yelled at them to get up.

The next clip turned me on and disturbed me. Or rather, I was disturbed by how much it turned me on. Because it was the first look at my wife being subjected to hardcore BDSM. Until then she had just been handcuffed or hit on her ass, which is really no big deal, given how fleshy her ass is. But this one was wild. The clip started with Jojo turning Priya on to her front and then putting her knee on her back. She then told Priya to bend her legs in the knee as far as she could, which she did. Jojo then took a thick rope and tied it arund each leg tightly. She then took both of Priya's hands and pulled them towards the feet really hard making her arch her back as much as she could. Holding the hands there, she used the end of the same rope that tied her feet to tie her hands tightly right next to the feet.

Priya's body was completely stretched arched in a D shape, with her hands and shins forming the straight line and her thighs and torso forming the curved part. Her big firm boobs were spread apart and jutting out. The discomfort was clearly visible on her face, but I also noticed that her nipples were erect, which meant she was getting pleasure out of this. Jojo then got off her back and sat next to her side. Eric then entered the picture, fully naked, with his dick fully erect. He grabbed hold of Priya's hair and roughly yanked it upwards, so that her head was touching her back and her face looking at him.

He then slapped her across both cheeks one by one a few times really hard, and I saw tears well up in her eyes. His fingers left their red marks on her face. Eric then got on his knees in front of Priya and roughly inserted his cock into her mouth. She started making gagging noises like Jaojo had been in the first clip when Eric did the same to her. But Eric kept fucking her mouth fast and hard, and I was convinced that part of his dick was sliding up and down my petite wife's throat. After about half a minute, he took his dick out and Priya started coughing and retching, and gasping for air. As she did that, he slapped her again a couple of times.

"Want more, bitch?" he aske sternly, and I was shocked as my wife said,

"Yes, master. More, master." in an unrecognizably lustful voice. She was clearly enoying this, and honestly, so was I. I knew that it turned me on to see another man fuck my wife, but I had no idea that her being abused would also get me horny.

I watched with my dick erect again as Eric shoved his dick down her throat again and fucked it mercilessly for a minute more. Priya kept making the gagging noises, but there were also moans of pleasure in between. Eric then made a gesture to Jojo who had been watching all this with fire-filled eyes. She must have had this experience herself and was excited to see someone else put through it.

Jojo got up and reached above her head to pull down another rope which was apparently hanging from the roof. It had a carabiner at the end and although I could not see the roof, the way she stretched the rope, I guessed there was some sort of a pully mechanism at the other end. Jojo took the carabiner and snapped it into the rope aroun Priya's hands. She then pulled the carabiner hard to make sure it was shut and said meekly,

"It's done, master."

Eric got off the bed and disappeared from view. Then I heard a squeaking noise and saw the rope from the roof pulling Priya up by the hands. Her boobs were lifted from the bed, then her stomach, then her crotch and thighs until she was arched straight like an actual D, with just her knees resting on the bed. Priya started whining in pain, but not too loudly. Eric got back on the bed and stood in front of her. He then grabbed hold of her head with her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth once more. Because she was hoisted straight, she could not take his huge dick down her throat and half of it stayed out even when he pushed it in the most. This time, he fucked her mouth longer, maybe 2 minutes or so.

This time when he took his dick out, Priya started coughing again and I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. Eric bent down, grabbed her face with one hand and started kissing her hard. To my surprise, she kissed back enthusiastically, and when they broke the kiss, there was a loud smooching sound followed by an "ahhhh" from Priya.

Eric disappeared from the view again, and the squeaking noise started once more. Priya's body was lowered back on to the bed and I thought it was over when Jojo took the carabiner off. But instead of letting it go she moved to the back and snapped it on the portion of the rope between Priya's feet. And the squeaking noise started again as Priyaodhar's body started getting hoisted once more, this time upside down. This time, Eric cranked the pully more than earlier, so her whole body was lifted off the bed, and was left hanging and swaying a couple of feet above it. This time because she was suspended in the air, Priya's body was hanging at a weird angle, kinda like a D tilted forward at 45 degrees. Which meant her face was facing the bed and her boobs were hanging downwards, towards her neck.

I was curious to see how Eric would fuck her mouth at this angle. But when he got back on the bed, it was clear that he had no intention of doing that. Instead, he started slapping her on her pussy really hard, and Priya started yelping in pain. Eric made a gesture to Jojo who got down on her knees, bent in the waist and moved her head forwards and upwards until her mouth was just under Priya's nipples. She then started sucking the nipples really hard, making Priya howl even more. Meanwhile, Eric continued slapping her pussy. After sucking her nipples for few minutes Jojo started biteing her breast meat here and there. Thought Jojo was not biteing her hard, but I saw planty of bite marks started appearing on Priys’s soft flesh. Jojo was acting like a wild animal eating meat after a long time.

This went on for a minute or so until Priya's crying got really plaintive, and Jojo stopped biting her breast meat, stared at her crying face and said in a very stern and unrecognizable voice,

"Eric, that's enough! Bring her down at once!"

Eric recognized the urgent tone of her voice and immediately jumped off the bed, and soon Priya's body started being lowered. Jojo immediately took the carabiner off and started untying Priya's hands and feet. Afer she was untied, Priya kept her hands on her pussy and kept bawling like an uncontrollable baby. Jojo lied down and hugged her softly, keeping Priya's head on her own big boobs and said,

"There there. It'll be OK. Now we know your threshold, and I promise, it'll never ever get to that."

As Priya lay there, looking like a child in the arms of the much bigger woman. After few minutes Jojo took out one of her brests and offered it to Priya. Priya took the offer instantly and pressed her mouth on one of her nipples and started sucking it vry hard, while Jojo was playing with her hairs using her fingers. Meanwhile Eric slowly advanced towards the camera, looked back to make sure they weren't looking, and then brought his face really close to the lens and said,

"Hey Ramon, they seem to be getting along really well." and then he winked. And that’s where the clip ended.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART12
The next clip was the most bondage-free clip of them all. No cuffing or pain, except for some mild spanking. It was also the hottest one so far. It started with both Priya and Jojo on their knees on the bed in front of Eric. Priya seemed to have come back to normal and maybe even washed her face because there were no signs of tear streaks on her face. Jojo caught her hair and gently guided her open mouth towards Eric's erect dick. This time he stayed still, and did not fuck her mouth. Instead, Priya started sucking his tool, using her skillful technique, which brought a grunt out of Eric's throat. After a minute or so, Priya took it out of her mouth and put it into Jojo's who started slurping at it hungrily.

After a few minutes of the two ladies alternately sucking his dick, Eric got down on his knees in front of them and hgged them both together in one embrace. He then let go of Jojo and focused on Priya, kissing her softly and passionately. As they kissed, he slowly pushed her to the bed on her back and got on top of her. He then got between her legs and very slowly, penetrated her cunt with his dick.

"Oh God Yessssss!" Priya almost screamed in delight. "Finally!!! Thank you, master!"

Eric smiled and started fucking her gently, as he started playing with her boobs. Jojo moved next to them and started kissing Priya who kissed back hungrily. She also kept moaning in pleasure as Eric increased his speed and started fucking her faster. But just as her moans got deeper, Eric took his dick out, and pulled Jojo towards him. He made her lay down right next to Priya, their asses touching and starting fucking Jojo's cunt. Priya played with herself lying down as Eric kept fucking Jojo right next to her. He then pulled out and started fucking Priya again and then Jojo started playing with her self. After fucking for Priya for a while more he took his dick out, moved back a little and spanked both the ladies on the sides of their hips.

"Get on all fours like the bitches you are." he ordered and spanked them again.

Priya and Jojo both giggled as they rolled over, grabbing on to each others hands for support. They then got on their hands and knees right next to each other and spread their knees wide. The sight was very erotic. Two beautiful asses, one bigger and browner than the other, thrust backwards. Below the asscrack, two wet shaved pussies. I envied Eric as he spent a few minutes spanking them both and fingering their cunts as both of them started moaning.

Then he started fucking Jojo from the back, doggy style. With one hand, he grabbed her hips as he thrust into her. And with the fingers of his other hand, he started playing with Priya's cunt. Both the slaves were enjoying their master paying attentiont to their cunts simultaneously and were moaning and grunting loudly.

"Kiss each other." Eric ordered, and the two complied, turning their faces towards each other and starting to kiss very sloppily and sexily. As the two kept kissing, Eric changed his position and was now fucking Priya and fingering Jojo. He was hammering Priya a lot harder and faster than he did Jojo, and the speed and Priya's muffled yelps reminded me of their clip in the bathroom that I had seen on her phone.

After fucking Priya exclusively for five minutes, Eric withdrew. He got off the bed and announced that he was going to get some rope. The ladies stayed like that, on their knees, kissing hungrily and their asses sticking out. Then Priya took one hand off the bed and stretched it backwards, reaching for Jojo's ass. She fondled the ass for a few seconds and then ran her finger down the ass crack until she was at Jojo's cunt. She then put her fingers inside Jojo's cunt and started fucking it. Jojo let out a pleased moan, took her hand to the back and started doing the same to Priya's cunt.

When Eric came back, he seemed a little surprised and delighted at the hot scene that awaited him, of the two women on their knees, kissing each other and fingering each other. He just stayed like that, with pieces of rope in his hand, watching them for a few minutes, drinking in the erotic sight. I couldn't blame him. There are few things kinkier than watching two hot women on all fours like bitches, wearing contrasting leather teddies and boots, pleasuring each other, with their lips as well as fingers at the same time.

Eric then approached them standing on the bed. He bent down and grabbed Priya by the waist. She let out a small yelp as he effortlessly picked her up and held her in the air for a couple of seconds. She looked like a little puppy being picked up by its side, with all her limbs hanging downwards. Eric then moved her in the air towards Jojo and gently placed her on Jojo's back. Priya's boobs mashed against Jojo's shoulderblades and her face rested against the back of Jojo's head.

But even hotter was how it looked lower down. Because Priya was a lot shorter than Jojo, he ass ended where Jojo's started, and her thighs came down in front of Jojo's too. It was a sexy looking double stack of asses, legs and cunts. Picture how it would have looked from the back, from Eric's perspective. Priya’s lovely buttcheeks, below that her sopping shaved cunt, then Jojo's big butt and her bald cunt.

Priya was having a little trouble staying balanced like that and kept squirming from side to side trying to find a stable position. And then I realized the purrpose for the ropes. To hold this ass-cunt club sandwich together. Eric had four pieces of rope in his hand. He used each of them to tie together each of Jojo's and Priya's limbs. Now their right hands were tied together, right legs, and so on. When Eric got done with the ropes, Priya seemed to be perfectly fixed on top of Jojo and their asses and cunts were stationary.

Eric stood back and admired his work for a few seconds. Then he took some steps towards the camera, looked at the lens and said "How dya like that Ramon? A cunt sandwich that I am gonna drill into." he then winked and went back to the bed.

Eric started on his knees with fucking Jojo, and since they were tied together, Priya's asscheeks jiggled too. Both ladies were moaning again, but Jojo louder because obviously, it was her cunt being hammered. After fucking her nicely for a while, he got off his knees, on to his feet and took a couple of steps forward until his dick was hanging above Priya's ass. He bent his knees to bring his dick at level with my wife's cunt and then penetrated it and started fucking her. Now Priya's moans got louder.

After fucking the two doggy style on top of each other a few times, Eric took a step back. He then reached down with his hand until it was on Jojo's side and pushed her very hard sideways. Both the ladies helped as their stack toppled over to one side with a thump. Then they started giggling at the weird pose they were in, as if tied together while spooning. Except of course this time the little spoon was on the outside.

Eric then got between their legs, grabbed their left legs which were tied together, and stretched them straight upwards. The resulting sight was erotic too, with both their cunts stretched and displayed as both their legs were wide apart. Holding their legs up like that, Eric got on his knees, brought his dick closer and then started fucking them both, one stroke at a time. He'd drill his dick into Priya's cunt, take it out and then drilll it into Jojo's cunt and then back to Priya. Both ladies let out throaty grunts alternately as Eric started finding his rhythm and fucked them like that harder. It was amazing to see how rapidly his hips moved as he hammered both the cunt one by one at a great speed. Priya's boobs were pressed between their bodies, but it was a deligh to see Jojo's massive jugs shake up and down with each thrust.

This erotic position lasted for about five minutes and then he rolled them over again, on their backs. Now Jojo was on top of Priya, and I was surprised the bigger woman's weight didn't break my wife's ribs. Priya did let out an uncomfortable grunt, so Jojo said,

"You ok there Yoyo? Am I too heavy for ya?"

"It's fine. Not too bad." Priya replied in a slightly breathless voice.

"Good. Time to finish you two off." Eric said and got between their legs and stretched them apart. Since jojo was taller, her crotch and ass were completely hiding Priya's in this position. So Eric grabbed hold of their legs and lifted them high and high and higher, until both their asses were off the bed and their combined weight was being supported just by Priya's back and shoulders. But in this position, Priya's dripping cunt was accessible and even slightly opened up.

With any further ado, Eric thrust his dick into my wife's cunt and started fucking her rapidly. Priya's moans, even though muffled by Jojo's head in front of her, were audible enough to show that in this position, Eric was hitting the right spots in her and already she was on her way. Eric had been fucking the two of them for over half an hour now and I was not surprised that she was close to an orgasm. Eric started hammering her even faster, his thighs almost a blur, and very soon my wife started howling and cursing loudly.

"OHHHH GODDDDD YESSSS...OH OH OH...YEA YEA YEA...MMMMMMM" she yelled, and then I suddenly heard Jojo say,

"OW! She bit my shoulder really hard." and started laughing.

Priya was too lost in the throes of her orgasm to have heard it and she started thrashing her arms around, making Jojo's hands thrash around too and her massive tits gyrate. Finally, after what seemed like an eterntiy, Priya's orgasm subsided and her hows turned into grunts and then into whimpers, and she said,

"Thank you, master. That was worth the night long wait."

"You're welcome, slave." Eric said. "Jojo's turn now."

He had still been holding their legs high up. he lowered them slightly so that Priya's ass was now touching the bed. He then started pounding Jojo's cunt. It did not take long for him to make her climax either, and as she did, she raised her body off the bed a couple of times, pulling Priya up with her, and then fell back again. The impact of those falls must have knocked the wind out of Priya for sure. As Jojo got done with the orgasm, but ladies lay there on top of each other, moaning and whimpering, their limbs moving slowly in every direction. There was no way to know which of them was moving the hand.

Eric then rolled them over on their fronts, or rather on Jojo's front, and Priya exhaled loudly and said,

"Ahhhh....that's a relief!" as she was not the one bearing the weight now. Jojo however barely seemed to notice Priya's weight.

Eric grabbed them by their arms and pulled their bodies towards the edge of the bed until their heads were suspended in the air He then stood on the floor and started fucking their mouths one by one. This mouth fucking did not last too long though. Eric was close to cumming too, and as soon as he realized he was about to, he took it out and held it straight. The first spurt of cum hit Priya's nose and eye’s. He then moved his cock lower and it hit Jojo in the face. Eric came shaking his dick up and down and his copious cum covered both their faces.

After Eric got done, the two of them started rolling their tongues on the outside of their mouth trying to lick as much of the cum as possible. Eric examined his work proudly for a few seconds. And he had a lot to be proud of. These were two beautiful and sexy ladies whom most guys would lose a limb to just make out with. And here he had them, dressed like slutty slaves, tied to each other, with their faces covered in his cum. Why wouldn't it boost his ego? After admiring the sight for a while more, Eric bent down and started untying them. The scene finally ended.

The next scene seemed a bit tame. Both the ladies had been untied and were lying on the bed catching their breath. The camera showed them just lying there like that for a couple of minutes. Then Eric walked in with a small pile of clothes that he kept on a table. He went to Jojo, unbuttoned her collar. Then he unbuttoned Priya's collar. He said,

"You two must be tired. I've kept your clothes there on the table. And there's two bathrooms in the house with showers if you wanna clean up first. There's towels in both of them. I am gonna go get us some coffee and bagels."

Eric walked out and the scene ended and I wondered what the point of it was. Maybe signifying that he had taken off their collars so for now they were no longer his bitches or slaves, but their usual selves. When the last scene started, it seemed a little different than the others. It was not shot from the other cameras but seemed to be from a webcam. It focused on an empty chair for a few seconds. Then Eric, fully dressed, came and sat down on it. He looked at it and said,

"Ramon, what I am gonna show you next will answer that one question that must have troubled you while watching everything else. I wasn't around when it happened. Had gone to get coffee for the ladies. I only saw it right now while checking and editing the tapes. So I am shooting this intro from me to add to it. This will teach you to never ever screw with me again. Now watch the scene and prepare for the consequences."

Eric disappeared and the scene shifted to his bedroom again. Jojo walked in naked, drying her wet hair with a towel. She stood next to her clothes on the table and kept drying her hair. In a while, Priya walked in, also naked, with a towel wrapped around her head as is her norm after showering. The two ladies looked so different, all scrubbed and cleaned with no make-up or lip stick. And as hot as their had looked in those contrasting teddies and boots, I found their naked bodies even more arousing.

Priya approached the table and stopped for second, staring at Jojo. Jojo saw her staring, smiled and asked,

"What you looking at, Yoyo?"

"Hehe, sorry." Priya said blushing. "It's just that.... this is the first I have seen you completely naked...and you have such an amazing body."

"Thanks, girl" Jojo said, and spanking Priya on the ass said, "You have a fantastic body yourself. And damn, you are a slut! For your first night in such a thing, you kept pace with me throughout. And it's taken me a while to build up this much stamina."

Priya blushed some more and smiled. She moved to the table and picked up her bra and started putting it on. Jojo took her panties and slipped them on as she said,

"So lemme ask ya something, Yoyo. An Indian lady, obviously married as I can tell from that ring on your finger. Not the sort that I'd expect to be into such things. Where did Eric find you anyway?"

"We met through a common friend in a bar one night." Priya said, pulling her panties up and reaching for her skirt.

"Common friend?" Jojo asked.

"Yeah, Carlos." Priya said.

"Carlos! You're friends with Carlos too!" Jojo said, sounding surprised as she reached for her jeans.

"Well, kinda friends. Actually we are on the outs now, because of Eric." Priya explained as she buttoned her skirt.

"What did Eric do?" Jojo asked curiously.

"To be honest, Carlos has been lusting after me for a while. And the night I met with him and Eric, I spent the whole night making out with Carlos. He wanted to take me home and finally fuck me. But I refused and just gave him a blowjob in the bathroom of the bar." Priya said putting on her top. "But then Eric came into the bathroom after that, and I was just too horny. And I let Eric fuck me."

"Oh, and that got Carlos all jealous, huh?" Jojo asked, putting her shirt on.

"Yeah. he hasn't talked to me much since." Priya said, now fully dressed.

"That sounds like Carlos. I've known him for a while now. He's the kind who'll get all whiny and weepy if he feels slighted." Jojo said leaning against the table. "How did you meet Carlos anyway?"

"He he, well, this might make me sound like more of a slut. But I met him through another guy I have been fucking for a while now." Priya said sheepishly.

"Damn, girl! You are a slut! How many more men you been fucking?" Jojo said laughing.

"He he, only these three and my husband." Priya answered. "Well, technically, not all three. Carlos and I have never really fucked, just sucked off and let him cum on my tits another time. So the only two guys I have fucked apart from my husband so far are Eric and Ramon."

"RAMON??????????" Jojo said in a suddenly loud voice, standing straight.

Priya looked surprised at this reaction and stared at Jojo with confusion. Jojo stared back at her with a very angry and hurt look on her face. Priya watched in surprise as tears sprang up in Jojo's eyes. She put a hand over her face and biting her lips, asked Priya in a weepy voice,

"You've fucked Ramon?"

"Yes but...."

"How many times? And since when?" Jojo asked, staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand...." Priya started saying.

"Just answer the question please." Jojo said pleadingly. "How many times and since when?"

"Well, it's been over a month. And how many times....I don't know honestly. Never kept count." Priya answered.

Jojo now started crying very loudly and went to the bed to sit down. Priya looked confused for a while. But then realization dawned upon her. She trepidantly walked towards Jojo, and standing a couple of feet away asked cautiously,

"You are.....Julia?"

Jojo or Julia nodded as she kept crying. Priya looked as if she wished the earth would open up and swallow her at that very instant. She seemed to be caught between just leaving and consoling Julia. She finally decided on the former. She started walking out of the bedroom. Stopped at the door for a second, turned back and said,

"I am sorry, Julia."

And then my wife left. The clip showed Julia crying for a few seconds more and ended.

As the final clip ended, a lot of the pieces of the puzzle fell in place for me. From the moment I saw the emails and started watching the clips with Eric's constant comments for Ramon, I had assumed that Eric had been video-taping everything so he could get back at him. He could show Ramon that he had seduced Priya, the girl he was fucking, and turned her into a slave. While Ramon had to work long and hard to get into Priya's pants, Eric had done it on the first night and on the second night, abused her like he owned her.

That by itself, I thought was enough to get Ramon riled up. But I was a bit confused at a lot of Eric's comments, especially the one where he spoke about how well Julia and my wife were getting along. Now it all made sense. Eric had scored a double whammy. In a night of debauchery, he had banged and abused not only Ramon's mistress, but also his girlfriend. In the same bed. At the same time. It was the biggest gesture of vengeful emasculation possible.

So when he sent all these clips to Ramon, Ramon obviously got angry at his girlfriend who had clearly been having an affair with Eric even as she gave Ramon a hard time about her suspicions. But he was also upset at Priya, his latest conquest, for getting into the act so wilfully. Even worse, she had unwittingly confirmed Julia's suspicions about Ramon cheating on her. So as his own minor revenge on Priya, he searched for my email ID. He thought that I was in the dark about what my wife had been up to. So he decided that if his relationship was going to be skewered, so should Priya's marriage.

And now I also understood why Priya was upset at the two of them for acting like kids. They had both been very petty and stupid. Eric, getting her together with Julia and video-taping everything without telling her, just to use it as a tool against Ramon. And Ramon, instead of limiting his anger at Eric, forwarding it to me, an unintentionally shattering the charade of my ignorance.

And I suddenly remembered - Priya! She was going to call me after a while. It had been a couple of hours and she had still not called. I immediately reached for my cellphone and dialed her number. It rang for a while and then went to voicemail. I guess she was still thrashing out things with Ramon and Eric. I left a message asking her to call me back as soon as she could, no matter how late it got. I then restarted the clip of Eric banging Julia and Priya together, and whacked myself off to a nice orgasm.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART13
I turned on the TV and waited for Priya to call back. Half an hour passed, but still not dice. I got a little worried. On the phone, she had sounded angry and was clearly yelling at Eric and Ramon. Two young, well-built guys with huge egos. What if they started fighting each other physically? What if they got upset at her instead and pushed her around or worse? I started imagining the worst scenarios of an argument between them turning violent, and it got me even more worried. So I sent her a text message saying I was worried and asking if she was okay. She texted back right away that she was fine and will call me soon. Assured that she was safe, I started watching the TV and dozed off in a while.

I woke to the sound of my cellphone ringing. Priya was calling. I checked the clock and it was almost 5 am, which meant that it was almost 7 am for her. I answered the phone,

"Hi Ajit." she said, sounding sleepy, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah." I said suppressing a yawn, "But it's fine. I wanted you to call no matter what time it was."

"What time is your flight back? 8:10 right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll leave for the airport in maybe one and a half hour." I said.

"Hmm, good. I can't wait to see you. I've missed you so much this weekend." she said lovingly.

"I missed you too. I especially missed having you here when I watched all those clips. Mindblowing, Priya!" I said.

"He he he, I thought you'd enjoy them. Those were just from Friday night though. There are more from Saturday I guess, when Julia left and I was the only one with Eric all day. I'll ask him to make a DVD if you want." she said.

"That sounds great. Anyway, talking of Eric.... how did it go? When we last spoke you were yelling at him and Ramon for being kids."

"Yeah, it went well I think. You must have guessed what happened with the clips and everything right? Eric made the videos to humiliate Ramon. Ramon got angry at me and send them to you as a revenge?" she asked.

"Yeah, that much was obvious."

"So anyway, here's what happened after what you saw in the clips. I got dressed and waited for Eric to come home. When he did, Julia came out of the room, said she needed to go, and just left. I was about to leave too, but Eric asked me if I wanted to stick around and spend the day with him. I said it was already morning and I needed to get some sleep. He said I could sleep there. And maybe after waking up, put on my slave uniform again so he could give me undivided attention."

"I liked the idea, to be honest." she continued. "I had never thought about BDSM seriously, but I enjoyed the night thoroughly and was looking forward to more. So when I agreed, Eric took me by my hand to the bedroom. He said I should get comfortable and started taking my clothes off. I let him, and took his clothes off too. We lied down on the bed spooning each other, when he started getting hard again. I reached back and felt his dick and asked him to fuck me one more time before we slept."

"Did he?" I asked. "Yes, he did. And in a very different way, gently while we were still spooning. He kissed me on the lips and neck all the while. That fuck was more like love-making and he was very romantic through it all, saying sweet things instead of using curse words. Since I had just showered, I did not want him to cum in my cunt, so when he was about to, I took it in my mouth and swallowed it all."

"After that we slept naked in each others arms. When we woke up, it was evening. We went out for some food, and I ate like a pig, famished after the previous night's exercise, he he. And then when we went back to his place, Eric put the collar on me. Which meant I was his slave. I changed into the red teddy, and from then on until the wee hours of the morning, it was more BDSM play."

"What all did you do?" I asked.

"A lot of the stuff from the previous night, actually. Bondage, spanking, paddling etc. Except that it was just me. When you called up during that day, I was either asleep or then literally tied up so could not answer. I'll ask Eric to send you the tapes. You can see for yourself." she said.

"Alright, I'll wait." I said. I was already quite content watching the videos of Friday night so I was in no hurry for the next night. I was more interested to know about the drama that happened on Sunday.

"Anyway, Sunday morning, after he uncollared me, I drove home. Took a nice long bath, made myself breakfast, sent you some text messages and then went to bed. When I woke up in the afternoon, it was because of someone banging on the door angrily. I went and opened the door and it was Ramon. He was in a furious mood. He told me that he knew that I had been having sex with Eric as his slave because Eric sent him an email with a lot of videoclips. He then said that Julia had just left town the previous day leaving him just a single text message that she was breaking up with him. He did not understand why and called her up but she did not respond. It was only after he saw the clips that he realized why."

"And he blamed me for being a part of it. I tried to calm him down but he was so angry that I was afraid he would hit me. Finally, once he got done venting, he stormed off. I then called up Eric but it went to voicemail. I left him an angry email saying I knew he had been secretly videotaping what we did, and unless he wanted me to go to the cops, he should either call me back or come by the house. I sat there, fuming at Eric when Ramon called. He told me triumphantly that he had found your email ID and had forwarded all the clips to you. Now you would leave me and I would understand the pain of Julia leaving him."

"That really ticked me off. I started yelling back at him, telling him that you already knew everything. That there were no secrets between us which is why our marriage was so strong. And if he had been even half the man that you are, he would have been honest with Julia. Hearing me yell back quietened him down a little bit. That's when I heard the beep of call waiting and it was Eric. So I put Ramon on hold and took Eric's call. Eric was scared about my threat of going to the security officer. It turns out he already had a rapsheet about sexual offences and was under probation. If I ratted him out, it would mean jail. So he was begging me to not do it. I told him to come over to the house at once."

"I then went back on Ramon's line and told him to come over too. I said I was sick of all this childish drama, and I did not want to become a pawn in their mindgames. So I wanted to talk to both of them and straighten their heads out. I then called up Carlos and left him a voicemail saying he should come over to the house too."

"Haha, so you organized a big yelling session for all of them?" I asked.

"Pretty much. Honestly, Ajit, the sex has been great, but all this drama has been frustrating. Especially since I am not the one with insecurities or grudges. I am sick of all this. By the way, I sort of "broke up" with all of them. No more sex with any of them. They're too childish for my liking." she said.

"Really? Broke up completely?" I asked.

"As of this morning, yes. No more of these young idiots." she said.

"But what about your newfound inner slut?" I asked.

"We'll see about that in a few days. As of now I just need a break from all the kinky sex for a while and want to enjoy lovemaking with my husband." she said.

"I have no problems with that." I said, laughing. "So did they take it well, the break up?"

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
LAST PART
"Oh yeah, let me get back to that story. So anyway, soon Eric and Ramon came to the house. Both were staring at each other angrily as if ready to pounce at each other. But their emotions were nothing compared to my cold intense anger. I sat them both down and told them about you and me. How we had fallen in love as teenagers. How we had stayed together through all these years and had a happy marriage. And how we were honest with each other. That you knew everything, and did not mind it. Because I was truthful and did not break your trust. I told them that if they were stupid enough to hold such grudges against each other over a girl, they were no better than kids. And I said having a big dick is probably bad for guys like them because it took away all the blood supply meant for their tiny brains."

"Ha ha, you said that?" I asked.

"He he, yeah." she giggled. "They were not happy to hear that wisecrack. That's when you called and we had that conversation. After that I continued yelling at them and cursing them for a while. And then Carlos came. He was taken aback by how I exploded at him too. Who the fuck do you think you are, I said to him, that you believe that I am obligated to fuck you? If I don't want to, I won't. Just because I danced with you erotically a little, instead of being happy with getting a blowjob, you start acting like some betrayed boyfriend? And then start throwing tantrums? So on and so forth, until he was apologizing continuously."

"Eric and Ramon also started apologizing for being so childish and said they'd try to work out their differences. Soon all three of them were pretty much sitting there like collegeboys who got yelled at by the Principal. Then I dropped the bombshell. I said I was done with the three of them. The drama was too much for me, so they should consider it a break-up. Eric and Ramon started protesting, saying there would be no more drama, and they would try to work everything out. But I stayed firm and said even if there was no drama, they had all made some mistakes I could not ignore."

"Eric had videotaped me secretly without my consent, which was very creepy. Ramon had tried to destroy my marriage, although in vain, and that was crossing the line. And Carlos, well I looked at the guy and drew a black. I realized he had not done anything too bad apart from acting like a baby when I refused him. So I said, you might not have done anything stupid, but you seem like these guys, someone who definitely would pull some stunt. So I'd prefer to just end it before giving him a chance to. All three of them sat there looking even more sad and I glared at them having finished my break up speech."

"So they took it well, then?" I asked.

"Ummm...wait, there's more." Priya said mysteriously. "We were all silent for a couple of minutes and then Carlos started laughing sadly. I asked him what was so funny? He said that he had come off the worst in this whole drama. At least Eric and Ramon got to sleep with me, despite making those horrible mistake. He never did anything, and never got to sleep with me, and yet I yelled at him as much as those guys."

"That is funny." I said, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah it is." she said. "Eric and Ramon also started laughing, and so did I. Soon we were all laughing really hard. Then Eric said to Ramon - you sent the mail to her husband and the dude already know - that's funny too! And we laughed even more. Then Ramon said to Eric - dude, your names for them..Jojo and Yoyo? What are they, clowns? Those names are so hilarious I laughed at them while watching the clips even though I was angry. More laughter."

"All that laughing broke the tension and mellowed down the mood a little. Ramon extended his hand towards Eric and said, I am sorry for stealing your girlfriend man. She is a fucking tart anyway. Kept giving me hell for cheating on her when she'd been fucking you on the sly the whole time. Eric took his hand and shook it, saying he was sorry for being such a douchebag too. Julia had always been somewhat of a slut and when she dumped him for Ramon, he should have just moved on. Then Ramon said to Carlos, I am sorry I got upset at you about that night in the bar with Priya. It's not like she is my wife. I should have given you the green signal to go ahead and fuck her. Then at least you would have come out of this drama with something mroe than just a blowjob."

"Carlos smiled sadly and shrugged his shoulders. Then Eric started describing what a great fuck I was. He said that my cunt is the warmest and tightest he has ever fucked, and loved how it gripped it cock. Ramon agreed and said that he loved how perfect my boobs were - big but not obscenely massive like Julia's. Then Eric started describing to them the first time he fucked me in the bar bathroom. He said even though he has fucked me a few times since, he loved that one the best. Because here I was, a woman who had just met him and didn't even know his last name, bending over a toilet for him and taking his cock in. He then took out his phone and started showing them the pics and the clips from that night that he took."

"Okay." I said, wondering how she reacted to it. As if reading my mind, she said,

"You know, I went over to watch it all too. All this talk about me was kinda boosting my ego and to be honest, making me a bit horny too. As I watched the short clip of Eric fucking me doggy style in that bathroom, I could not help but get a little wet. Once he got done showing it all to the guys, Eric looked at my face for a couple of seconds and said - hey, I know that look. She's horny again. Ramon looked over and said, yeah, she is, she is running her lower lip under her teeth. That's always a surefire sign that she is horny. Is that so, Ajit? Do I always do that?"

"Yeah, you do." I said, amused that others had caught this tell of hers too. "I used it a lot when we had started to make out, to decide if I should keep going or stop. If your lip was under your teeth, i kept going. When it wasn't, I stopped because if I didn't, you would."

"Why did you never tell me this?" she said, laughing.

"I thought you knew!" I answered, also laughing. "It's you who does that after all."

"I never even realized it. It's subconscious."

"Anyway, I am guessing there's much more to the story of what happened." I said.

"Yeah." she said "Eric and Ramon started laughing and high-fived each other. Then Ramon turned over to Carlos and said something in his ear. Carlos smiled, got up and came to me. He put his arms around me and started kissing me. I kissed him back, and started feeling a fire light up down there. He then asked me if he could fuck me. Before I could answer, Eric said - you idiot, that's why you never got into her pants. You don't ask her. She is the type who will say no if you do. You get her ready and then she'll beg you for it herself."

"I knew I should have been offended at all this, but instead I got even more turned on. I didn't say anything, just stood there in Carlos' arms. Carlos still looked a little unsure though, so Eric got up and said, I'll get her ready for you. I was wearing shorts with an elastic waistband and a t-shirt. Eric stood behind me and turned my head towards him and kissed me deep and hard. As he was doing that, he slipped one hand into my shorts and panties and started playing with my clit. Then he parted my legs and inserted two fingers deep into my cunt for a little while. He broke the kiss and said - she is already quite ready for you, Carlos."

"Eric turned me around and pushed me so that I bent over the couch armrest. Then he pulled my shorts and panties down and said to Carlos - fuck her. Carlos immediately unzipped his pants, took his cock out, got behind me and shoved it in. And finally I felt Carlos' big dick inside me too. He said - oh god, you're right, she is so warm and tight. I was about to say something to him when i felt my head being pulled up by my hair. It was Ramon who had taken his cock out too. He shoved it in my mouth and I started sucking on it."

"As Carlos fucked my cunt slowly and I sucked off Ramon, I suddenly wondered how this had happened. I had broken up with them and I did intend to stay away from them. So I took Ramon's cock out and said - guys, this is the last time. Sort of a goodbye fuck. From tomorrow, nothing more. I mean it. Eric said, okay, if that is so, we'd better make today count, right? He got on his knees next to me and started roughly massaging my boobs. Ramon put his dick back in my mouth and I continued to suck him off." "Holy shit! All three of them!" I finally blurted out. I had been listening to her narration for a while now, too shocked to say anything.

"Yeah. After some time Carlos said he wanted a different position and told me to lied down on my back on the couch. As I climbed over the armset to get on the couch, he spanked my ass a couple of times and chuckled in delight. I lay down on my back, and he jumped on the couch after me. Grabbed my knees to spread my legs and entered me again and resumed fucking. Ramon put his dick back in my mouth too. Eric who until then had been playing with my boobs, got on top of me, put his knees on each side of my boobs, and started fucking my boobs."

"Hmmmmm." I said, getting hard at the though of three men going at my wife.

"Because his dick is so big, it kept brushing my chin when he pushed it all the way forward. I was really turned on by three men on me at once. Plus the feel of Carlos' new dick. I started cumming soon. Eric and Ramon know how I thrash around when I cum, so they both put their hands on my shoulder and arms and held me down as I shrieked out during my orgasm. Obviously, the shriek was muffled by Ramon's dick which was still in my mouth."

"Seeing me cum in such a violent manner made Carlos shoot his stuff too. He started pumping my cunt with semen as my orgasm was going on and the feeling of that pushed my climax point even higher. Once Carlos got done fucking me in the cunt, I relaxed my legs. But Eric let go of my boobs, and replaced Carlos. Carlos, now spent, just stood there watching my two previous lovers fuck me on both sides."

"Eric fucked my already cum-filled pussy for a while. And then he asked me to get on top of him. So I got up and he laid down on the couch. And I sat on him, taking his dick inside me. I started riding him and he started thrusting his dick upwards, touching me in places I love the most. Meanwhile Ramon was about to put his dick in my mouth again, when Eric said - Ramon, fuck her in the ass, dude. I did it yesterday and it feels great."

"What??" I cried out in surprise.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to mention that when it was just me and Eric at his place, he fucked me in the ass a couple of times. I did not love it much to be honest, but I was with the collar, so had to do what he told me. But his fucking my ass had loosened it up a bit. So Ramon's big dick was able to enter it. Not too easily. It took him a couple of minutes of pushing and using the cum oozing from my cunt for lubrication to get it in. But once he did, he was able to fuck me there quite easily."

"Damn!" I said. "Double penetration!"

"He he, yeah, my first ever double penetration. And although I don't like ass-fucking by itself, combined with cunt-fucking, it actually felt good. I could feel the two cocks brushing against each other on my insides. It also made me feel so much more of a slut than I already was - getting fucked by two well-hung guys in the cunt and the ass. I started having my second orgasm soon. This time, Ramon, loving the sight of my orgasming body and because of the friction of my asshole, started pumping his seed into me faster than usual. And soon, he filled my asshole with his cum."

"Eric then made me turn around and get back on my hands and knees. He wanted to cum inside my asshole too. His dick entered very easily because of Ramon's recent fucking. Once he got it all the way in, he fucked me in the ass very hard, grabbing me by the waist, for a good five minutes or so before he eventually emptied his load inside me. And I just stayed like that for a while, my ass up in the air, oozing with cum."

"Wow!" I said, masturbating myself. "That was quite a fantastic last fuck with them."

"Well....." Priya said and giggled.

"What?" I asked. "You changed your mind and are planning to keep this going now"

"Oh, no no no. No way! I am sick of their childishness. but what I just described was not the last fuck. There were more. Quite a few more." she said.

"How many more?" I asked.

"Hmm...how do I count? Does three guys fucking me at the same time count as one fuck or three?" she said.

"Priya!" I said really turned on. "You are unbelievably hot. I can't wait to get home and fuck you."

"Me neither, honey." she said. "But by the way, our couch cushions are all messed up because of the cum. We'll have to throw them out."

"What else will we have to throw out?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing else. You know I was never comfortable with the idea of fucking other men in our house. That one time just happened because I got carried away. Once they were done fucking me, we sat naked and talked a little. I made them coffee. And then Carlos started getting hard again and tried to make me bend over the dining room table, when I said, I am okay with fucking you guys for today. But not in this house any more."

"So where did you go?" I asked.

"We all went to Eric's place. Soon after we reached, Eric put the collar on me, for, like he said, the last time ever. This time though, he ordered me not to wear the teddy. Just the boots. So that's all I had on until an hour or so ago when we disbanded for the night and I drove home." she said.

"So what all did you do there?"

"Well, it was quite eventful. Anal, oral, vaginal sex. Double, triple penetration. Tying me up and hanging me in the air. Spanking me, paddling me, slapping me. It was all quite wonderful." she said.

"What's with the short summary? Tell me in detail." I demanded.

"Honey, I am really sleepy and tired right now. I have been pounded in all my holes by those guys, and slapped around all evening and then most of all night. I need to go to bed. In fact I am not even going for classes today. But tell you what, I did do something for you. Took a lot of pictures and clips with my phone. Or rather told the others to take them. I am going to forward them all to you and then go to bed."

I felt a bit deprived, not getting to hear the whole account in great detail. But I could understand how exhausted she must have been. So I did not press her.

"Alright honey. Send them to me and go to bed. I'll see you later today." I said.

"This is why I love you so much. Bye Ajit, come back soon." and she hung up.

Then the messages started arriving. Bings after bings after bings. I decided to shower until she sent all of them. And when I came out of the shower, the phone was full of new stuff for me to see.

First there were some pictures. My wife, wearing just the red boots and the red collar, handcuffed to the bed as Carlos fucked her. Then Eric and Ramon. Then two of them paddling her red ass. Her feet and arms bound behind her as she laid on the bed with Carlos fucking her mouth. The next pic had Eric and Carlos both putting their dicks in her mouth. Her mouth looked very sexy, completely stretched.

Then an extremely erotic clip. Eric must have been shooting the clip which opened with a close up of my wife's face. It wore an expression I had never seen before. Her eyes were tightly shut, her mouth was open and dripping a big of saliva, and it looked like she was feeling pain as well as pleasure at the same time. The camera zoomed out to show what was happening. She was on top of Ramon, who was fucking her cunt. And behind her, Carlos was brutally fucking her in the ass at the same time. Hearing about a double penetration is one thing, and actually seeing her getting one was completely another. She looked so absolutely slutty and trashy..... I loved it.

In the next clip, she was suspended in the air with the rope tied to a harness around her waist. She was completely upside down, her hair falling all over her face. Ramon was stradding her suspended body, one leg to her front and one leg behind her, drilling his cock downwards in her cunt. The camera then moved lower to show that Eric was lying on the bed with his dick erect and in her mouth. Every time Ramon thrust downwards into her cunt, he pushed her whole body, which made her take Eric's cock all the way in.

One clip started a few seconds after she had just started having her orgasm, each hand tied to the respective leg in front of her as she was on her knees. Eric was the only one pummeling her cunt and she was shuddering and yelling as the orgasm swept over her.

"I love it when she cums." Ramon's voice said just as the clip ended.

There were a few pics of triple penetration, taken by Carlos who was the guy standing up and getting the blowjob, as the other two guys rammed the other two holes. A pic of all three shooting their loads in her mouth which she had wide open, squatting on the ground. And a couple of clips of double penetration when she was facing upwards.

The visual aids ended, and I masturbated once more, and got ready to go to the airport. I was counting down the minutes until I got home and fucked my wife's well-stretched asshole myself.

THE END

Epilogue: Priya more or less stuck to her "break-up" with the three guys. I say "more or less" because one day when I was out of town, her car broke down and she needed a ride to classes. She called Ramon who gladly helped her out, and at the end of the day, when he suggested they go to his place and fuck, she agreed, mainly to thank him for his help. But that was the end of it. It never happened again. Ramon and Julia broke up. Julia is now single, although she still spends an odd weekend here or there being Eric's slave. Carlos fell in love with an Indian girl who works with him. We bumped into them once, and her resemblence to Priya was uncanny. I guess of all the three guys, Carlos was the one who had gotten the most emotionally involved with my wife.

As for my wife's sexual adventures, they started to stop slowly after the break-up. Though she fucked some other guy's after the breakup but the frequency was very low like once in a month. This time she picked her pray from those men whom she met at bars, book stores, libraries, guys who work at the counters in supermarkets, and on the odd occasion, some homeless and old guys also. But I think she stopped it completely when we decided to adopt an angel like 5 years old child from an orphanage in India.

(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TRAIN JOURNEY

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the 2001. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.

I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.

In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being over booked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in time for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.

In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night train, as was my habit. I would always save a seat beside mine, just in case a friend needed one. If no friend turned up, I would offer the seat to a thin passenger and save myself some discomfort.

It was an extremely cold winter night and the compartment was empty when I pushed in (sheer habit – people push each other even when there is plenty of space). I was sure it would get packed before departure, though.

I was soon joined by a family of four. They occupied the seats across from mine. The man was uncouth, rude and unhelpful and kept snapping at the woman for no reason at all. She did a wonderful job of managing her two young children and all the baggage and maintained a stoic silence all through the ill-treatment. She seemed like a good mother, not passing on any of this shit to her children. After putting away her baggage, she sat her older child down, giving it a cheap toy which easily distracted him. Her other child was an infant girl. She sat down cross-legged in the seat opposite mine and put her in her lap, rocking her occasionally.

She asked the man who seemed to be her husband to shut all the windows since it was so cold and the husband grumblingly obliged, pulling down shutters and windows, completely blocking the station from view. I did not raise an objection. It would soon be bitterly cold. Her husband ordered her to protect his seat and stomped off.

The woman's facial features were rough but she was by no means ugly. Her face had some tattoos and these and the design of her jewelry indicated her rural origin. She was tall and plump, but not fat. It was difficult to glean more about her body from her seated posture. She seemed relieved at the departure of her husband.

Having noticed that I had been observing her predicament sympathetically, she smiled wanly at me. I smiled back and told her that it was not easy to travel with children. She agreed and asked me how many children I had. I told her that I was not married. She seemed surprised and asked me my age. When I said that I was twenty, she said that some men in her village had three children by that age.

I asked her how old her husband was. She said that she did not know his age or her own, but he was much older than her. This was his second marriage and her parents had been forced to marry her off to him since they did not have the money for a dowry. He was a worker by day in a factory in Baroda and a watchman by night at the owner's home. She had come to Baroda five years ago after her marriage. Her language was of the soil and she was obviously uneducated. Upon asking, she told me that her name was Mangala but refused to name her husband (a normal practice amongst some Indian women).

'Don't you find it difficult to manage without a woman?' she murmured. I said that I lived in a hostel and so food and other amenities were not a problem. 'You men have other needs too !' she hinted. I could not believe that a woman whom I had just met had made that bold comment and I looked at her in disbelief. I had grown up in a conservative family where sex was not even alluded to. I wanted to talk as much on this subject as I could. When she saw my incredulous look, she repeated what she had said.

To provoke her, I said that I did not know what she meant. That drew her out. 'Come on. You are 20 years old and seem to be able bodied! Don't you know what a man and a woman do together? Haven't you been with a woman? Don't get me in trouble by acting innocent and making me talk all these things. ' she whispered. I said that I had never been with a woman and pointed out that there was no one else in the compartment with us.

'What do you do when your thing stands up ?' she asked. I kept quiet. 'Probably your thing does not stand up or you would find a woman to put it into. Have you never seen a naked woman? You must have women in your neighborhood or amongst your relatives who can teach you these things. ' she asked. I confessed that I had not and did not. 'You city men go to colleges and colleges but are actually completely ignorant and illiterate. You can read and write but can not fuck! ' she scolded. My head reeled at the use of this sis-letter word (“Chodna” nahi ata). What a turn this conversation had suddenly taken! My penis started uncurling and raising its head. We were speaking in whispers, after all this was a railway compartment.
At this interesting juncture, her husband walked in. She lapsed into silence and I cursed him under my breath. He asked me where I was going, what I did and where I lived and I filled him in on all these details. Such curiosity would be considered ill-mannered in the West. To not respond to such queries or not show a reciprocal interest in one's co-passengers would be considered uncivil in India. I found out his name (A quick smile crossed her face) and where he worked and lived and he readily shared that information with me in minute detail. They lived quite near my hostel.

Suddenly, the infant in Mangala's lap started crying loudly. She coolly pushed aside the sari, uncovering her blouse. The blouse was almost unbuttoned and I could see the sides of two enormous breasts at the parting of her garment. She wore no bra. She raised one side of the blouse baring a dark nipple and raised her infant's mouth to it. The child stopped crying and latched on to the nipple, sucking away. She turned her body modestly towards her husband, lowering her sari, hiding this scene from my eyes. The whole process took only a few seconds and although I saw a lot, I could not register much. Feeding babies in public is common in most parts of India.

Mangala asked her husband if he had enough 'bidis' (Indian cigarettes) for the trip. He cursed her for reminding him so late, since his brand was not available on the station. He asked me the time. I told him that there was more than an hour and a half left for the train's departure. He asked her to protect his seat and was about to go off to get his 'bidis'. The other child asked to go with the father and he reluctantly agreed to take him along. 'I know that you will ask me for candy', he said. 'They will be able to come back in time. The shops are not far away', I told Mangala after they departed.

Mangala looked at me and our eyes met. She moved her body on her seat in my direction and raising her sari, looked down at her suckling infant, patting it on the head. The infant let go of the nipple and looked at its mother. I could see the nipple clearly now. It was black, elongated and thick like a berry. Drops of pearly white milk were clinging to its surface. The aureole was two inches in diameter and had goose bumps all over it. The nipple must have been three quarters of an inch long. The infant reclaimed the teat and continued sucking noisily.

Next, she raised the other flap of her blouse and the other boob sprang to freedom. The nipple was not as large, probably because it had not been sucked on yet. Our eyes met again and she started patting, palming and pressing her own boob. It was enormous! Putting her palm under it, she raised it and let it settle down a couple of times, as if she was weighing it. She announced proudly to me, 'Full of milk. I can feed a whole college full of children!' Then, pinching the area behind the nipple between the fingers of her hand, she tugged it a few times. Her milk jetted from it, spraying over her clothes and the floor.

She did not cover her boobs this time and I unashamedly drank in this show, my penis painfully erect. She shifted her infant to this nipple and sat up erect, raising one of her knees vertically. Her short, loose and voluminous sari and skirt rose above her knee and her hairy, unshaved leg came into view, pressing her breast to one side. I soon understood what she had done. Anyone passing by in the compartment would be unable to see anything. The windows were shut on all sides and no one would be able to look in. Her sari and leg covered what she was showing me.

Her baby was suckling at one boob. The teat that it had vacated was leaking milk very slowly. She made no effort to cover all this up, although she could clearly see that my jaw had fallen to my lap and I was staring at her boobs. I could see amusement in her eyes. This woman was putting on a show for me! 'How do you find it?' she asked me. 'Beautiful ., I said. at least now, you have seen a naked woman', she said. I replied that she was only partly naked. 'Should I strip in this railway compartment for you to learn what a naked woman looks like ?' she asked sarcastically. I lapsed into silence, content to watch what she was showing me.

'Is your cock standing or not ?', she asked me. In an act of boldness for someone new to the ways of sex, I put my palm on my erect cock and outlined it for her, openly rubbing it over my trousers. 'It seems like a large one ,' she said and did something that still boggles my mind. Taking her large, heavy, milk-laden boob in her hand, she raised it and lowering her head, she opened her mouth and licked her own nipple. Then, taking the long milky nipple into her mouth, she gave it a lingering suck. Raising her head, she whispered that her milk was quite sweet. All this is an open railway compartment with the risk of passengers passing by and an infant suckling at her other teat!

I furiously rubbed my penis and squeezed it, throwing caution to the winds. 'Don't press it too much, or you will come.', she smiled, looking at what I was doing with interest. 'Does your cock have a big head? That would feel very good coming in and going out of the cunt.', she said. Her use of five-letter words (choot) was very exciting. I had never heard a woman use such language. I had never heard anyone use such language. I continued my feverish rubbing.

I scooted forward in my seat and bending forward, I gave her boob a squeeze. She closed her hand over mine, pressing it and causing a pulling motion on the nipple. Milk jetted into my palm, wetting it. Then, she put her hand on my rampant erection and feeling its outline, she squeezed it hard. Without a word, I sat back. I wanted to do more but it was just too risky. Her husband could return any time. Some passengers could pass by or come and sit beside us and the consequences would be disastrous. What we had done and were doing was hazardous enough. She gave me a grateful smile which I returned.

I licked droplets of her milk off my fingers. It was indeed sweet and I told her so. She smiled proudly. 'Some other time, you can suck my milk to your heart's content. I make a lot of milk ', she said.

All this had happened in a few minutes and I felt as if I was in a dream. She picked up her child and laid it on the seat beside her. It had fallen asleep. Now both her milky boobs were visible. For a virgin's eyes, they were a treasure of sights. Large rounded boobs shaking heavily, thick black nipples slowly leaking milk. My eyes could not leave the sight. I was still rubbing my penis and was close to cumming.

Her eyes were on my penis and she had been looking at it just as intently. One leg was vertical, with her foot on the seat. It was naked all the way up to the knee. The hair on it had probably never been removed but the sight did not put me off. The hair was not excessively dark or thick. Just as interesting contrast to her skin which was spotless but pale in comparison. The other leg was horizontal on the seat.

She pulled her voluminous sari and skirt up slightly and the other leg, which was folded and on the seat, gradually came into view. Her foot, leg and rounded thigh were slowly being revealed. She caressed her upper leg and then her palm moved to her inner thigh. Her mons was still not in view. It was covered by her clothes and her palm. 'Want to look at my cunt?, she asked coquettishly.

I was speechless. I just nodded my head. She lifted and pulled aside her clothes slightly. She wore no underwear. Her vagina was now revealed. It was dark, plump and covered with hair. She used her fingers to part the hair and also the dark, thick, fleshy, outer lips. The inner labia were reddish and very moist. Delving lower, she pushed a finger into her cunt and said, 'Take a look. This is my hole. This is where you must put your cock into a woman. All this sucking at my nipples and looking at your cock has made it very wet and juicy. I have shown you your first pussy. Don't you dare forget me! Rub your cock slowly. Let us do this together. I had been furiously rubbing my cock and would have come momentarily. I slowed down.

People had been coming into the compartment but so far our part of the bogey was still empty. The sound level had been going up. We did not have much time. I could see that she was very very alert. At the slightest sound, she could have lowered both ends of her sari and she would be fully covered. All these events had happened in a very short time and it still seemed like a dream.

I could not resist the temptation any longer. Bending forward, I reached out and touched her cunt. Parting her thick bush of cunt hair, I rubbed my finger from the upper portion of the flanges of her twat all the way down to her cunt hole. She was soaked with juices and my finger was soon coated with her nectar. Her inner vagina was thick, wet and silky. I pushed my finger into her hole and it slid in slowly all the way to the hilt. Her cunt was hot. She groaned and equally quickly took my cock into her hand, pressing it repeatedly. She held my hand which was playing with her cunt, pulling out and pushing in my finger forcefully. I savored the warmth, softness and moisture. We were interrupted by a loud conversation as two porters passed by. Instantly, we were back in our seats and she covered her exposed parts.

I had now touched my first cunt! I told her that I found it very soft and silky. She smiled at the compliment and told me that it would feel even better on my cock than on my finger. 'We better hurry up and finish before everyone comes', she said. I did not understand fully what she meant but looked at her expectantly. 'You press yourself and I will rub myself. I want to fuck you but there is no way', she advised in a whisper. A virgin man and a willing woman but no opportunity. What a shame!

With two deft movements of her hands, she once again uncovered her twin globes and her bushy cunt. She looked intently at my cock and ran an exploratory finger up and down her gash a few times. She pinched her inner labia between her fingers a few times, tugging them outwards. Then, she settled the finger on her clit and frigged herself furiously, controlling her groans with difficulty. With her other hand, she pressed her boob and small jets of milk sprayed from her nipple. Occasionally, she would roughly push the finger into her hole and it would emerge with a plop. I could hear squelchy sounds as she leaked even more fluids. More than once, she raised her ass off the seat to meet the thrusts of her marauding finger.

I had no idea that women did this. And the sight of a fully grown woman pleasuring herself four feet away from me, excited me beyond any previously known limits. I had been at the boiling point for the last several minutes and the dam was ready to burst. I tugged and rubbed my rampant cock as best I could over my trousers. I soon came in my underpants. For a few seconds, I lost my vision, so violent was my orgasm. I was completely lost in my first sexual experience. I thought I would never stop spurting. Mangala's eyes opened wide and she stopped frigging herself, suppressing her cries of pleasure with difficulty. She said in a hoarse whisper, 'I am done. She saw the growing wet spot on my trousers and smiled and licked her lips suggestively, 'We will fuck properly some other time'.

We covered ourselves and for all outward appearances became two bored strangers waiting for the train to depart.

The rest of her family returned. Her husband reeked of cheap tobacco and the other child soon went to sleep. He asked me if I could help his wife find some part-time work doing domestic chores in my hostel! I acted nonchalant but was pleased as punch. I said ok. I will try my best. A smile crossed Mangala's face.



How I fucked Mangala later in my hostel is another story.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONSPIRACY

part1

It was the middle of the week and the house was empty again. My wife, Darcy, and my twin daughters were not home, as usual. I don't think it is unreasonable for a man to expect his family to be home when he arrives. It wasn't always this way. Until six months ago I could count on a warm welcome and a nice supper. Not any more. Something changed and I am not sure it is for the better.

Darcy and I had been married for six years. We met in high college, and had the wedding right after I finished college. I had never been with another girl. Darcy was normal in every way, and I felt comfortable being married to her. She had brown hair, brown eyes, a nice figure, and normal breasts. She didn't stand out; just blended in. Because of this, I never had any reason to doubt her fidelity. Maybe that is the reason I should have.

We had two beautiful, four year old, twin daughters: Janet and Janice. I loved them dearly but Darcy didn't seem to feel the same way. She didn't enjoy the childbirth and insisted that I get fixed immediately afterwards. For the first few years, she would look forward to my getting home, so that I could look after the twins. Then we met Bill and Emily.

Emily Mercer could not have children of her own and would volunteer to baby sit every chance she got. Darcy was elated. She could get out of the house and go shopping, or take care of other personal things, any time she wanted. I swear that within three months time, the twins were spending more time with "Auntie" Em, than they were with their own mother. Quite often, the four of them would go out together, but usually, Emily would watch the girls while Darcy was running around.

Lately, I started to wonder exactly what the running around was, that Darcy was doing. It didn't seem to be necessary to be gone that often, to support a normal household.

Overall, I was happy with my life. I had a comfortable job, a nice home, a late model car, and a picture perfect family. Darcy and I would go out occasionally, while Bill and Emily baby-sat the twins. On weekends, the four of us would get together to play cards or have a Bar-B-Q. I liked Bill and enjoyed his company. I wasn't sure of Emily, but Darcy seemed to love her.

My concern about how my wife spent her free time was not deep enough to cause me to look into things. I just sort of made a mental note of it and moved on. It was a Tuesday morning, when things got interesting.

I parked my BMW in my reserved spot at work. I was high enough on the food chain to get a parking spot, but not a good one. It was at the end of the lot and on a slant, but better than no slot at all. A level parking lot in our town was rare. Why the founding fathers choose a place as hilly as this, to build a city on, always baffled me? I was only at work for about an hour, when I had to go out on a call. I think the crappy parking spot saved my life.

It hadn't rained it several days, but there was a wet spot on the ground by my front wheel. Normally I wouldn't have had a second thought about it, but not today. It was running across the asphalt in small, shiny, rivulets. There was a metallic shine to the liquid, and I felt forced to touch it, with my finger. It was not water. The BMW was less than a year old and I could not imagine that anything had broken. I definitely did not want to drive it. Twenty minutes later, a mechanic was on his back looking under my car.

"I am sorry Mister Evans, but I am going to have to report this to the security officer."

"A broken brake line has to be reported to the security officer? Sorry, but that doesn't make sense."

"I am not an expert at this stuff, but that line didn't break or come loose. It was tampered with."

"You mean it was cut?"

"No, it wasn't cut. It looks like if was filed or sanded down with something. Things like that don't happen by accident to metal flex lines. This was done on purpose. Don't touch anything and let the cops handle it."

"How far could I have gone?"

"Two blocks at the most, and the whole system would have been emptied. With the hills in this town, you would have had a hell of a ride and a nasty stop. Let's leave this and go to the shop. I can give you a loner until the security officer are done with it."

By the time I left work, the BMW was not there

I finished the day using the free rental car, and got home at my normal time. Darcy was home and seemed surprised to see me.

"Hi honey. Did you have a good day? Where is your car? Why are you driving a Ford?"

Something seemed suspicious. Why did she choose today to stay at home? Was she waiting for a phone call? I noticed that she didn't have supper ready. I got the feeling that she wasn't expecting me to come home at all. Even the twins were there to greet me.

"The Beemer was due for a thirty thousand mile check up. They won't be able to get to it until tomorrow. What is for supper? I don't smell anything." I saw no reason to tell her about the brake line.

Darcy was stammering around a little. "I thought we could order in tonight, and wanted to wait to see what you were hungry for."

"Pizza is fine. I am going up to take a shower."

Before I got under the water, I could hear Darcy talking to someone on the phone. Things were getting interesting.

I had an early visitor the next day at work.

"Robert Evans, I am Lieutenant Daniel Greene. Do you have a minute?"

"Of course. Is this about the car?" Daniel Greene was a large man but not fat. He had close-cropped hair and wire framed glasses. Except for the rosy glow to his skin, he seemed to reek of efficiency.

"We are done with the car Mister Evans, and you can pick it up at the shop, any time. Your mechanic was putting a new brake line on as we were leaving. We have a few questions, if you don't mind?"

"Am I suspected of something?"

"No, of course not. But we do suspect something fishy is going on. Have you had any arguments or disagreements with anyone lately? Is anyone mad at you or holding a grudge?"

"Not that I know off. Was that mechanic right? Is someone setting me up? Could I have been killed?"

"Well Mister Evans, someone was definitely hoping to cause you bodily harm and maybe death. It was strictly an amateur job, however, I don't think you would have been killed, although it is possible. Whomever did it, didn't bother to turn off your air bags. That car has front and side bags. Unless you were going at a high rate of speed, I don't think you would have been killed. However, that's not the point. Just because they didn't know what they were doing, doesn't mean they were not trying to kill you."

"Damn, that is reassuring. I guess if someone is trying to kill you, it is best if they are incompetent. Instead of dying, I could just be maimed for life. Great. What do we do now?"

"Take my card. If anything comes to mind give me a call. In the mean time, be careful. I'd bet my next paycheck that they are going to try again."

"That's encouraging as hell. I'll definitely think on it."

As he walked out the door, Lieutenant Greene stopped and turned. "By the way, how is your married life?" I didn't answer and I don't think he was expecting me to. (TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONSPIRACY
LAST PART
I left work shortly thereafter and went home. The house was empty. We had a small room that was used as an office of sorts. It had our home computer, a desk, and a small filing cabinet. I sat at the desk for several minutes with a cold Fosters, trying to figure out what to do. It is disturbing to say the least, to know that someone wants you dead. I am a good guy. I never screwed over anyone. Why would anyone wish for my demise? I thought my marriage was good. Darcy never really complained about anything. I gave her a nice house, a good car, a batch of credit cards, and two beautiful children. What else could she want?

Darcy took care of all the household bills. She took care of the checkbook. She paid the utilities, car payments, mortgages, credit cards, and insurance policies. Insurance? Insurance? Just on a whim I pulled the insurance folder.

Like most young couples, we were terribly under insured. When you are young, you don't think about the possibility of death. I had a small insurance policy, thorugh work, for $50,000. Other than that, the only coverage I had was the home mortgage insurance that Darcy insisted on. If I died, the house would be hers, free and clear. It was cheap, because I was still young, so I had it added to the mortgage payment.

I never went into the file cabinet or the checkbook. Darcy knew that, and it turned out to be her mistake. She was meticulous. Her bank account always was right, to the penny. She always knew where every file and receipt was.

The mortgage payment included the cost for the homeowners insurance, so there was never a receipt for that. My insurance from work was a payroll deduction. Why were there two receipts for $150 each, in the same month, made out to Republic National Insurance?

I never dealt with that company, and I had no knowledge of any insurance policies with them. I put the receipts in my pocket and kept looking. Nothing else unusual came up.

Darcy kept papers on everything. It was a compulsive thing with her. I felt that this was something, that I was not supposed to know about, but she was not able to help herself. She had to keep the proof of the payment, to satisfy her compulsion.

I called the Mercer house. Emily had the kids and said Darcy was shopping. She was friendly but evasive. I called Darcy's cell phone but it was turned off. Interesting. I decided to go for lunch and then do some investigating.



"Robert Evans, fancy seeing you here. What can I do for you?"

The lady behind the customer service desk at Republican National Insurance was Debbie Martin, or at least that was her name when we went to high college together. She had her own private office, and the desk nameplate said D. Reynolds. I remembered her because she was the only girl who ever asked me out. Although everyone knew that Darcy and I were a couple, she asked anyway, just in case. Of course I turned her down. Her hair was cropped very close with an auburn tint. She had a good tan and her make-up was perfect.

"Well how are you Debbie? Haven't seen you since high college, and we live in the same town."

"Well and kicking. It's good to see you again. Sorry to hear about your marriage."

Now she really got my attention. What was she sorry to hear about? I had a strong feeling that something was going on, and this random comment by a woman I had not seen in several years just intensified it. I could not, and did not reply to what Debbie had just said. She picked up on this immediately.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry as hell. Forget I said anything Bob. I was way out of line. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me." Debbie was tripping all over herself trying to undo what could not be undone. She said it and I remembered it.

I finally broke the awkward point by asking the question I came to find the answer for. "Can you tell me what these receipts are for?"

She took them from my hand and seemed relieved that I had chosen not to pursue the previous discussion. After a few clicks on the keyboard she sighed, and gave me a pathetic look.

"Bob, I hate to say this, but it seems as if this reunion is going downhill at a rapid rate." I didn't reply. She clicked a few more keys and then leaned back in her chair.

"Do you know a man named Phillip Chase?"

"No, can't say that I do. Is there some reason I should know him?"

Debbie reached around and rummaged though some magazines on the credenza on the side of her desk. She made her selection and opened it. "That's Phillip Chase. Have you ever seen him before?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. He was at a Bar-B-Q that my neighbors gave about six months ago. I remember him quite well, because I felt he was paying too much attention to my wife. I even remember commenting about it to Darcy, at the time. What does he have to do with this?"

Debbie got up and closed her office door. After returning to her desk, she leaned forward and looked straight into my eyes. Her friendly demeanor had turned serious. It was obvious that she didn't want to say what had to be said.

"Darcy has been having lunch with Phillip Chase a couple times a week for the last three months. Sometimes they are long lunches. Phillip has dropped a few remarks to his co-workers, that they are planning to be married in the near future. Nobody else in the company knows Darcy, except me. I knew she was married, and I knew it was to you. That's why I mis-spoke when I first saw you. I assumed that this was something you knew about, and that you were here to settle some insurance questions related to a pending divorce. I apologize for being insensitive."

"Do you know this guy?"

"We work in the same building and for the same company. I always thought he was an asshole, and never understood what Darcy saw in him, especially since she had you."

I found the last part of that comment to be interesting.

"What were the receipts for?"

"Technically, you should know. About a month ago you took out two quarter million dollar, term, life insurance policies. This was the initial payment on those policies. That is the maximum amount you could get on those policies, without a physical. Both policies are double indemnity in case of accidental death. That's a cool million dollars. From the look on your face I am guessing you knew nothing about this."

"Just curious. Who was the agent that wrote these policies for me?"

Debbie glanced at the screen quickly. "Surprise, surprise. It was your favorite insurance man, Phillip Chase."

"I assume, I had to sign something at sometime?"

Debbie turned the screen so that we could both see it, and then paged to both documents. The signature looked like mine and amazingly enough, in both places were exactly the same, as if it were a copy or some type of facsimile.

We both sat and looked at each other. She was waiting for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. Finally, I reached into my coat pocket and slid Daniel Greene's card across to her.

"Can you call this guy and explain to him what is going on? I am afraid if I do it, some of the credibility will be lost."

Debbie looked at the card and back at me." Something else is going on here, isn't it Bob?"

"Yeah, I am afraid so." As I got up to leave, she asked one last question. "Am I going to see you again?"

I thought about the question a long time. I guess it was only a fraction of a second in real time, but it went deeper in my mind.

"Professionally or socially?"

"Either."

I gestured to the nameplate on her desk. "What about Mister Reynolds?"

"He is long gone."

We were both smiling as I walked out the door.

It was still early in the afternoon when I arrived at the empty house. I plopped myself down in my comfy chair, with a longneck, and thought about the situation, and the afternoon. It became clear that Darcy met Phillip at the party the Mercers gave. Where did they know Phillip from, and why did they invite him? How come I never saw him at any functions or parties after that? How did Darcy and Phillip become so close in such a short time? How close were they? It seemed like there were more questions than answers at this point. I decided to switch to coffee, when the doorbell rang. Things would get a little clearer now.

It was a messenger envelope, addressed to Darcy and marked "personal." After a bit of squabbling, the delivery guy let me sign for it.

It was one of those envelopes that could not be opened without totally destroying it. I sat at the kitchen table with the envelope and a new cup of coffee.

A razor blade and a bottle of rubber cement was all I need to solve the envelope problem. The contents of the envelope are what really bothered me. After a quick glance, at the legal-sized document, I went into the den and fired up the computer and the scanner. Five minutes later, Detective Greene had a copy of the document on his e-mail. I am sure that information obtained this way, does not conform to all the complex legal requirements nowadays, but I just waited him to have the information.

The document was full of complicated legal terms, and came from a law firm, about fifty miles from home. It was a legal agreement for William and Emily Mercer to adopt the twins. Darcy relinquished all parental rights to the girls, and gave them to the Mercers, lock, stock, and barrel. Nowhere in the document was my name or any reference to me at all. It was as if I didn't exist. A lot of things became clearer now. I was now sure that I had to be a little more careful about having accidents.

I left Darcy a note saying that I had to go out of town for a few days, on business. I was sure she would see it, because it was on top of her specially delivered envelope. I checked one last time to be certain that there was no indication it had been opened. I was looking forward to a few nights in a motel.

Daniel Greene was waiting for me when I arrived at work the next day. He was all smiles.

"I like it when things come together."

"I hope I was at least a little helpful."

"It really helped when we were able to put a name to the finger prints we found, on your car fender. I just wanted to let you know that we are planning on bringing in all four people for questioning this morning. We don't think Bill Mercer is involved, but have to question him, to make sure. You might want to arrange to have someone to sit with your daughters, if it becomes necessary. My officers hate to baby sit."

"I wasn't actually hurt. What can you charge them with?"

"Your wife and Mister Chase will be charged with conspiracy to commit murder. Emily Mercer will probably be charged as an accessory to the same charge. They won't do a lot of time, but it might have saved your life. That is important to me, and worth the effort."

"Can your people bring my daughters here to the office?"

"I don't see that to be a problem."

About thirty minutes after detective Greene left, Debbie Reynolds showed up at my office.

"Hi Bob. I hope you don't mind an unannounced visit. Your security officer lieutenant suggested that you might need a sitter for your girls. I took the rest of the day off, just in case. I also wanted to let you know, that you are now officially under-insured. I voided out your two double indemnity policies. You really should consider getting more life insurance."

I was glad to see Debbie and welcomed the frivolity she brought with her.

"I'm glad you came. The girls probably won't be here for a while, so you can tell me all about the mysterious Mister Reynolds."

The twins didn't show up for another hour. Debbie had plenty of time to tell me about her disastrous marriage. She also told me about several attempts she made to split up Darcy and me, while we were still in high college. Of course I was oblivious to it all, but apparently Darcy was aware of her attempts.

Debbie got along with the girls even better than Emily did. In a matter of minutes, I was totally out of the picture. They were a handful at their age, so I was relieved to have the help. Two hours later I got a call from Darcy.

"Robert. I am in trouble. There has been a big mistake, and I need you to come down to the security officer station and post my bail."

"Post bail? Post bail for what? What were you arrested for?"

"It's complicated, Bob. I'll explain it when you get here. Can you get here soon?"

"Gee Darcy. I am sort of stuck here at the office. I'll call your parents. I am sure they will be able to help you out."

"No Bob. Don't call my parents. They won't understand. You have to come down here. Please hurry." I didn't respond. "Bob? Are you there, Bob? What is wrong? Are you coming down?"

"No Darcy, I am not coming down. I'll call your parents for you. Good bye." She was still pleading, as I hung up the phone.
Darcy's parents insisted on knowing what she was in jail for, and I repeatedly refused to answer them. Reluctantly, they finally agreed to go get her. I told them to take her to their house, and I would have her things sent over as soon as possible. I got the feeling they understood that it was a domestic problem.

Debbie volunteered to take the girls to Chucky Cheese, while I went home to pack up Darcy's things. I packed fast and put the bags and boxes on the front porch, as they were filled. Just as I was finishing up, Darcy and her parents arrived. Darcy was crying and stayed in the car with her mother, as her father and I loaded her things in the trunk. It only took a few minutes. Darcy's father shook my hand and said he and his wife were sorry for the trouble Darcy had caused. It was short, but sincere. I appreciated it.

Phillip Chase skipped bail, but wasn't gone too long. Darcy was more than willing to exchange knowledge of his where-abouts for a reduced sentence. Bill Mercer had no idea what Emily and Darcy were up to. He never knew that Emily had fixed Darcy up with Chase. Bill was not charged with anything. Emily got a two-year sentence, and will probably be out in one. Bill filed for divorce.

Darcy got three to five years for conspiracy to commit murder. She will probably be out in two. Apparently, Phillip and Darcy were going to go to Europe with the money from the insurance and sale of the house. Phillip ended up with five to eight years. My divorce will be final in two more months.

The twins will be starting college this year, and I will have to hire a full time nanny. My relationship with Debbie is slowly getting stronger. She has mentioned that she is willing to quit work and become a full time mom and wife, if I am willing. I guess I should have gone to the prom with her at college.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sharing wife


I am a 38 yrs old History professional. My wife Sudha is 35 and works in another college as an English professor. We were married 10 years back. Now the thing I wish to tell you is that after all these 10 years our sex life had become dull and there was no excitement at all. That’s when I started to read erotic stories on the web. I came across voyeur stories in which some incidences narrated of husband enjoying his wife getting it from other men. First I just read them but later I really started to enjoy them sexually. I used to get instant hard on reading them.
I used to talk to my wife regarding other men when we were having sex and found that she used to get very excited with the idea of getting other cock in her pussy. I used to imitate the other cock with massager and we used to enjoy it very much. She sucked my cock and I fucked her pussy with the massager there by imitating other cock. WOW! We started to enjoy this very much. When I brought the topic of bringing this to reality Sudha just smiled and said no! My professor friend Sharad once told me that Indian women won’t tell everything they want for sex and so I had to do something to bring this to reality. The chance came when an old childhood friend of mine was posted to Pune. He was staying at a hotel and did not bring his family along. His name was Suresh and he was handsome guy of my age. Sudha liked him too. They used to chat and cut jokes while we had our dinner. He became good friend of my wife too. When we had sex I used ot tell her to imagine Suresh fucking her and the effect was promising. Her pussy became flowing and she had nice strong orgasms.
Finally I told Sudha that we can accommodate him in our flat in the second bed room. She was reluctant at first but readily agreed to this when I told her that he needs some family life too. So Suresh moved in into our house with great pleasure. This started the whole new sex life for me and my wife Sudha.
When my wife went to bed Suresh and I often talked about the hot girls and ladies in the city. Suresh said that I am a lucky guy to have such a lovely, sexy wife. He was single for 2 months. "At night, when you get horny... it is a hard time!!!" he said.... and we both laughed!
Suresh was always allowed to use our bath. And after we talked about the girls and the hot wife’s in town he took more time in the bath afterwards to make himself ready for bedtime. One day I found out why. I followed him to the bathroom and looked through the key hole. Suresh started the shower. And then he opened the box where we put the worn clothes. Sorry I don't know the English word! He took two or three of my wife’s "dirty” panties from it and started to sniff them while jerking his cock. First I was shocked but in the next moment it was very exiting. While smelling her panties his cock became bigger and bigger. WOW it was more than 8 inches long compared to my 5 and1/2 inch. I started to jerk my little penis two. I saw that he liked the smell of my wife’s pussy. After about 2 minutes he shot a huge load of cum into her panties and put them back into the box. I came in my pants, too! I was much exited. Suresh now knew how my wife’s pussy smells, a thing which was one of my privileges as her husband. I watched Suresh everyday doing this ritual before going to bed. Our bath room is located between the two bedrooms. When my wife and I had sex it was an exiting thought, that Suresh was not far away... If our door would have been open he would have been able to hear the noises of the bed and the moaning of my wife. Sudha tried to be more quit though.
One night, Suresh and I were sitting in front of the TV, we talked about my wife. We drank some beer and had fun. "Your wife is very sexy, Nikhil! You are really lucky!!" I told him that Sudha had never had another man and that she was interested to have another man (I lied). Suresh didn’t believe me, first. But I told him a fiction story about my wife and her wish to have a really big cock in her pussy. I had some scanned photos on my computer and I showed him. The pictures displayed my wife in her undergarments, topless and posing on our bed in her panties and bra. I knew that he saw the panties before when he smelled her pussy juice in the bathroom. His eyes became bigger and bigger.
Suresh went on making compliments about my wife and I told him, that I hope she will find one day a nice man with a big cock who would fuck her brains out and spice our sex life. "Wouldn’t you be jealous if Bhabi fucks other man in front of you.?!?!" He asked. I said I would like to see my wife happy and that would be the most important thing for me!
A few beers later I asked Suresh if he would be interesting to go down on my wife and lick her pussy... while I said this my cock was hard as a rock. He was a little bit shy and his head turned red. Suresh said that he likes my wife very much... he loves her sexy ass and he wondered often how her sweet bouncing tits would taste! That was so horny... Suresh was talking about the details of my wife. Then I told Suresh a "secret" (and I lied twice): ..."My wife planed to visit you one night in your room! What will you do if she really makes it happen..??" I asked Suresh. Suresh told me he would do anything I want him to do her... but only if I would not get mad at him.... I said to him that she likes to enjoy his full man power... and I would like to watch... We talked till the morning what could be and what could not to be.... and then we finally went to bed. I fucked Sudha furiously.
The next days were strange for me. We had all breakfast together. I watched Suresh as his eyes followed my wife by every step. I knew he was hot for her. And I knew I had to do something because my wife recognized Sureshs "new " attention. At night I talked with her about Suresh. I told her, that he had no wife for more than 1 year (I lied again). "No sex and no nothing!" My wife wanted to know why and I told her about Suresh’s divorce story (I lied again and again)... Sudha said "Uhhh.. It has been a hard time for Suresh!" I told her, that Suresh said he likes her very much. I said "Suresh, said I would be a lucky guy to have such a sexy wife. He would give anything for a night with you!" Sudha was flushed: "Really??" I said "Yes!" "But don't panic.. he only likes girls with totally shaved pussies!" We laughed together and slept.
Day by day I told her more details about Suresh. But I said that she should keep these secrets in her mind because it would be embarrassing for him if he knows that she knows... One evening when I came home I found my wife in the bathroom. She was checking her makeup because she wanted to meet some of her friends. She stood in front of the mirror and was wearing a white see through blouse and bra with nice transparent sari. She turned to me and said "Is the make up ok?!" I looked with a smile at my wife and said "Perfect!". I lifted her sari lowered her panties and looked at her pussy. I saw that she has totally shaved her pussy. I was shocked. I knew my wife for about 8 years and she never made her pussy bald! That was for Suresh I suppose. But I said nothing. "Don't get to bed too early, I will have a bit fun with your bald pussy” I said. 15 Minutes later my wife left the house.
Suresh was at the gym but arrived soon at our house and went to his room. After he took a shower I visited him in his room. "Suresh, would you like to see my wife in action??" Suresh was confused. "What do you mean by that..?" he said. "Sudha will return late this night from visiting her friends. She said she wants to have some fun with me in our bedroom... I think she is a little bit horny and in a god mood if you stay awake you can watch us from the door..! I will keep the door open for you" Suresh was really interested in this idea..." I told him, he should wait until he can hear my wife moaning... than he can come over to watch. Suresh was very exited and promised that he would take care so that my wife wouldn’t recognize his voyeur activities. Sudha came home at 10:15 pm. She went to the bathroom and then she entered our bedroom." Are you awake?!" She kissed me and sat on the bed. "Yes I am awake, honey! - you look great!" My wife wanted to surprise me and rolled her sari up, exposing her newly shaved pussy. "Do you like the new style of my pussy??" She presented her shaved, bald choot(cunt). "Oh, yes... it looks great!!" We started kissing and touching and I told her about Suresh. I said that he was about to go to a call Girl to enjoy ! Sudha was shocked. "Why?? He is a good looking man... he can get every woman he wants!" I replied "Really...?? EVERY WOMAN??" ... My wife said "Yes, EVERY woman!!" I laughed and said "Ok. So go to his room and make love with him!" Sudha looked a little bit confused and I said: "Suresh told me a secret. He said that he would like to have one night with you!! But he doubts you never would do this!" (I lied again) Sudha smiled and said again "Really... he wants to make love with me!?! It's a joke, Nikhil!" I promised her that I was not joking. "What would you do if I will do this?" my wife asked with a smile. "I would let you go and maybe watch a little bit" I replied. "Hmmm... you are a pervert Nikhil. You can't let your wife go for a fuck with another man"! I said "Why not? I love you and you love me. Why should Suresh not have a little bit of my beautiful wife? He needs some fun too!" Sudha gave me a kiss. "You would not get mad?? Really??" she asked. "No" I replied.

Sudha looked in the mirror and posed a little bit. "Do you think Suresh likes me dressed sexily?" She asked. I realized that the trick was working and I saw that she was really horny. "Oh... my god! I can't do this, Nikhil! You are crazy!" she said with a big smile on her face... "You can, Sudha... Suresh is crazy about you!" I said... Sudha’s eyes were glooming... and she stepped over to me. "Ok. I will go to his room but you have to promise me that you stay here in our bedroom, Nikhil! I know nothing will happen between me and Suresh but it's too embarrassing for me if I know YOU can see me while I am asking Suresh how I look and all!" I promised my wife that I will wait for her and not disturb her.
Sudha gave me a kiss and left our bedroom still in her sexy clothes. She closed the bedroom door. She went to the bath for 2-3 minutes. Than I heard her enter Suresh’s room. I was so exited... my heart was beating like a drum. I was sure Suresh will be very surprised! I waited 4 or 5 minutes and decided to follow my wife very quietly. I passed the bathroom and stood at the entrance of the other bedroom. The door was a little bit open... and I saw Suresh and my wife sitting on the bed. Suresh’s small TV was flickering and had lightened the room a little bit. They were sitting next to each other and were talking... On TV they played the music channel and my wife tried to make the music a little bit louder by reaching out for the TV. She moved over the bed on all 4 and gave Suresh a good view to her sari clad tight ass. Suresh touched her back and began to stroke downwards to her ass. Sudha smiled and pressed her ass against his legs. ...they began touching and teasing each other all over their bodies...
I became rock hard in seconds. I was shocked. My wife was lying in our guest room with Suresh. They began to kiss and I saw a big bulge in Suresh’s short. He began to massage my wife's tits and he took her breasts out of the bra. Sudha grabbed his cock through his shorts and began moaning...”oh god you are so big”. "And You are a wonderful wife, Sudha! Nikhil is such a lucky guy!!!" whispered Suresh and wrapped my wife’s tits completely out of the bra-cups. Her dark nipples were totally erected and hard. She smirked and said “I think at the moment YOU are the lucky guy, Suresh!" Saying this she kissed him deeply and continued massaging Suresh’s big cock through his shorts. Suresh replied her kisses and then started to suck on her beautiful heavy tits... “Ummmmm your nipples are so big and testy Sudha” he mumbled. Sudha moaned with eyes closed and slipped her hand into Suresh’s pants. Suresh did the same and I saw him getting busy in my wife’s see through panties. My wife was now in just her undies and looking great. With my cock in my hand I thought I will go crazy... my heart was throbbing... my mouth was dry as I watched my wife with Suresh. That was the moment I lost all my privileges as Sudha’s husband. Suresh was kissing and fingering my wife... and I saw how she enjoyed it. Through the thin fabric of her panties I saw his fingers slipping in and out of my wife’s pussy! Soon, he took her panties off her ass cheeks and continued finger fucking her wet swollen vagina. Sudha moaned and began to unzip his shorts. 2 minutes later they both lay there on the bed completely naked. I stroked my lund like crazy. Sudha said..."nothing will happen between me and Suresh"... and now here she was on his bed…. her legs wide spread with his pulsating lund in her hand... her fresh shaved choot wide open for his fingers and his tongue was dancing in her mouth! It was unbelievable..!!! They began to move on the bed and they ended in 69 position! My favorite position to do my wife orally!! I saw her mouth going down on Suresh’s big cock. She was stroking his cock 2 - 3 times to pull his huge fore skin back. “Ummmmmm… you are much bigger than my hubby………he is nothing in front of you” Sudha hissed. “I like it’s smell also, and I need to taste it” she whispered to Suresh. Than she lowered her mouth on his prick and began to suck and lick. Suresh was spreading my wife’s ass cheeks and his face disappeared between them but I could not see what he was doing there. Her reaction was clear... she moaned loudly and continued sucking his cock intensely...!!
They moved on like this for 15 minutes. Then they lay there on the bed kissing and touching. Suresh moved on top between my wife’s legs. Sudha stopped kissing him and said "No, Suresh... that’s too much... You know there is nothing more I would do in this moment but it's impossible!" Suresh moved his ass in circles and whispered "Why Sudha....??" He kissed her deeply... "First: I can’t do this because of my husband... and second: I am not on the pill at the moment, you understand!?" Suresh moved on kissing my wife and pressing his cock against her wet pussy... "Sudha... I am sure your husband would be very happy if you would go on and enjoy. Please don't be afraid of becoming pregnant. I am not able to make you pregnant. I am sterile! I did it 2 years back!" said Suresh. I was sure he lied but it was very exiting that he tried to fuck my wife so desperately..... Sudha kissed him... "Really Suresh.. is this true??" my wife asked...."Yes , yes.... Sudha.. come on... please let me enter..!" He moved up and down and French kissed my wife again. Suddenly Sudha groaned deeply and I saw his ass moving slowly over my wife’s pussy. She was spreading her legs wide and moaned with closed eyes... "hmmmm,Ahhhhhhh no.... Suresh.... ahhhhh... ohhh god... Suresh.. You are so big! Mhhhh please slowly... hmmmmm yes!Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"
“Ufffffffff….Sudha you are so tight there…..……..how it possible after 10 years of marriage”.
Now my dream came true.... it seemed another man was fucking my lovely wife...!!
Suresh first moved slowly as she had begged for. Then he took her spread legs over his shoulder and began to pump my wife faster!! She was moaning and I saw her face full of lust! I heard his balls slam against Sudha’s sweet ass... "I am crazy about you, Sudha... I'll fuck you when ever you want!!!" said Suresh and fucked her faster and faster....!! Thanks Sailm…..I think I will need you often after tonight”. Sudha then became out of control; she came 2 times and let Suresh do anything he wanted to with her as I watched his cock sliding in and out of Sudha’ slimy pussy!! They changed from position to position till they ended doggy style...! Suresh fucked her deep from behind. He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks to have a good view of Sudha’s butt...! Her Titts were "flying" around with every of his thrusts... I saw her ass cheeks wobbling as he slapped against them. Suresh was ready to cum.... "You sweet, little bitch! Do you like my cock??.... Shall I give you my sperm...Hmmm???????.... Aahhhhhh ….ohhh…fuck you sudha..??? Shall I pull my cock out..?? TELL ME!" He sounded very dominant at this point.. Sudha gasped and moaned "...Ohhhhhhhh NO! Fill me with your sperm Suresh... don't pull your dagger out!! Fuck me hard...Fuck me as hard as you can…. please!!" Suresh increased his speed of fucking and began to groan loudly... then he stopped for a second and continued with 5 or 6 very heavy thrusts into my wife’s pussy while she had her face down on the pillow! Suresh dropped his load in my wife’s vulnerable pussy!
I came in my pants.... That was too much for me!! I fantasized very often about the scene of another man fucking my wife but I never thought it would be so hard to watch for real when my lovely wife got stuffed like this..!! I knew that Suresh has blown all his hot cum into my wife’s pussy..... I was shocked and exited at the same time that she allowed him to do this..!!
Suresh and my wife started to kiss again and placed themselves on the bed. “Are you happy Sudha??? Suresh asked her”. “yes….Suresh yes….you are awesome in bed. My husband is nothing in front you.”
“So can we continue this from now on” asked Suresh. “Yes…we have to…we have to…”she answered. “But if your husband wants to stop then”?. He cant stop us now Suresh…..don’t you understand that.
I quickly went back to my bedroom to avoid their after fuck sweet talking’s. I slipped into the bed and waited to see what happened. About 10 minutes later I heard my wife entering our bedroom... she came straight to our bed and sliped into it, too. "Darling..." she wispered.. "..are you still awake??!" I smelled my wifes pussy.... and I tried to do as I woke up .."Oh... yes... Sudha, I am awake! Is it late..?? Did you show him your dress and undies??" I said. Sudha began kissing me and said "Nikhil, you said you won't get mad at me.. right!? Whatever happens?" Is said "Sure, Sudha..!! Sure! I love you!" She answered "Ok, honney I think tonight one of your dreams came true!".... "What do you mean, Sudha??" She took my hand and placed it onto her swollen, wet clit! "What do you think is that!? It's your wifes fresh fucked pussy!".. she smiled at me and gave me a deep french kiss. I thought I could tasted Suresh's saliva through her lips and tongue and kissed her back! Her pussy felt so soft and wet and it was soooo hot and sloppy!!!!! "Have you made love to him..??" I asked her "Honey, he fucked me with his amazing tool... making love is not the right sentence... but it was great!!" She kissed me again... "You said you won't get mad, right!??!?"

"Do you like the feeling of my freshly fucked pussy and what you feel..!?!?" Sudha asked and came over me.... I laid on my back and now had her swollen, cum filled and shaved pussy right in front of my face..! "Please cool her a little bit with your tongue, Nikhil! So you can also try how your wife’s pussy tastes now, with the cum of Suresh still oozing out! That is what you dreamed of, isn't it?!" I could not answer this question.. Instead I was pressing my face against my wife’s sloppy slit.... I started to eat her out. It was an amazing taste. Suresh's cum mixed with my wife’s juices...! I loved it! Sudha enjoyed my treatment and encouraged me stiffing my tongue deeper inside her pussy! Her slit was oozing for minutes so I tried to suck all the juices out of her. "Ohhh.. Yes Nikhil.. Eat this pussy out... you know I am not on the pill at the moment... If you don't want me to get pregnant make it absolutely clean!!" She smiled at me because she thought that Suresh was sterile.... I gave my wife a final oral climax while I stroke my little cock. I came again... and after she told me the details we fell asleep.
That was my first TRUE experience with the wife watching theme!! It was great! And from this night our sex life changed completely! Suresh was living in our house for another 4 weeks than he moved to his own flat in our city. He became my wife’s lover and took nearly all my privileges from our marriage as Sudha’s husband. Sudha promised me to love me forever but she also let me know that Suresh is the only one who can satisfy her needs totally as a woman. Sudha and Suresh showed me more and more of their private sex life. They often slept in our bedroom while I have to stay in the guest room. Sudha told me to enjoy the fact that now she gets fully satisfied by Suresh.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

8 YEARS BREAK

PART1


I was down in the basement trying to unplug the drain in the air conditioner unit when I heard the phone ring. Natalie was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen so I figured she would get it. I heard her pick it up through the return air vent from the first floor.

"Hello. Katie, its nice to hear from you. How long has it been?"

I didn't like Katie. She was a friend of Natalie's from high college and I always had bad feelings about her. Luckily we moved away from Lancaster shortly after we got married. I wish it were a little further away.

"Yah, that's what I figured. Eight years really goes by fast. What's going on?"

I didn't like the way this conversation was going, but I only had one side of it.

"Katie, hold on a second. Steve is working down in the basement. Let me go shut the door. I'll be right back."

I heard Natalie put the phone down while she went across the room to close the door. I went across the cellar and quickly picked up the wall extension phone,

"Hi Katie, I'm back. Now what were you going to tell me about?"

"Nat, there is a medical equipment convention coming to the Lancaster Holiday Inn next weekend and guess who is coming."

"You are kidding. Will both of them be there?"

"Both of them. They will be getting in Friday night and staying the whole weekend."

"How do you know this?"

"Jerrod called me this morning and is dying to see you. He asked me to call and see if I could get you to come down to Lancaster for the weekend. It will just be you and me, Jerrod and Martin."

I was holding a rag over the end of the phone. I really wanted to jump through the receiver and grab Katie by the neck. What the hell was she proposing?"

"I don't know Katie. If I can get away I would love to come down. I'll have to sweet talk Steve a little. As soon as I know I get back to you."

"You remember the good time we had at the last convention when they were here, don't you Natalie?"

"You are damn right I do. Every time I give the kids breakfast in the morning."

"I can't believe you had the balls to name that kid Jerrod."

"Why not? Steve doesn't have a clue. He thinks Jerrod is his, even though they don't look a thing alike."

Damn, this conversation was getting worse as it goes. I did a fast recap in my head and figured out that Natalie and Katie had a fling with these two guys eight years ago and Natalie ended up getting pregnant with Jerrod. She passed the kid off as mine and naturally never said a thing about the affair. Now Natalie and Katie were planning to see these guys again.

"Katie, I'll call you back as soon as I can. If I can't get away for an overnight, I might at least be able to get down there for the day. That would be better than nothing."

"OK. Give me a call as soon as you know."

After we all hung up the phones I had a little time to think. We had three kids. Jenny and Lynn were in high college and Jerrod showed up about eight years ago. The two girls are good looking and bright. They work hard in college and are both getting ready for college. Jerrod on the other hand is uninspired. He is not interested in collegework or sports. I liked Jerrod, even with his shortcomings.

Natalie opened up the cellar door. "How are you doing down there Steve? Are you ready for some coffee?"

"I am about done. I'll be right up. I think I am going to take a shower before doing anything else."

After a long, hot shower, I sat in front of the TV with the family. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do. This wasn't a small mistake that Natalie made and regretted. This was some thing that she did deliberately and was planning on doing again. I didn't know if I wanted to stop it and maintain the status quo or if I wanted to correct it. If I decided to correct it, I had to figure out how. I felt really stupid, because in twenty years of marriage I never even thought that Natalie might be screwing around.

"Steve, I talked to Katie from Lancaster today. She asked me to come down and spend the weekend with her. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, not really. I'll be busy at work, so as long as my parents can watch the kids, it should be OK, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Make sure you take your cell phone in case you have any problems. OK?"

"Thanks dear. I will take my cell with me and I promise I will not have any problems. The Volvo wagon doesn't break and I can get lots of shopping goodies in it. I'll probably go down Friday morning and come back Sunday night. Is that OK?"

"Sounds good to me. Have fun."

Natalie went out to the kitchen and I overheard the call to Katie to confirm their plans for the weekend. She didn't seem to be worried at all about the fact that she was cheating or that there might be consequences. I told her I wanted to do a little computer work before going to bed and that I would be up later.

It wasn't too hard to find the web site for the East Coast Medical Equipment Dealers Convention in Lancaster. Everything concerning the convention was there. The displays were all listed with a floor map. They had a list of the lectures and seminars showing times and locations. They had a roster of all the attendees that included their hotel room numbers.

Jarrod Kramer and Martin Blank were sharing suite 411 from Friday through Monday. I found home addresses and phone numbers for both of them in Baltimore.

I located a company that offered DNA tests by mail. The tests ranged from paternity verification to probable national origin. Most of the tests were under a hundred dollars. The samples could be taken at home and mailed in with a check or paid for on line. I filled out the application forms at the web site and paid for the four paternity tests using my Pay Pal. After printing out the collection instructions, I got all the items together I would need to get the samples. I printed out a mailing label and got a padded, priority envelope ready to mail everything in. I prepared several CD mailers and got a stack of blank CD's ready. Jerrod and Martin's wives would surely want a copy of the evening's activities.

I worked for a corporate security consultation firm. My hours were flexible but since I had some comp time coming, I just decided to take the week off. Another nice perk of the job was the availability of different types of equipment that I could use for collecting information. By this time I had pretty much decided the marriage was over. The fact that she had the affair eight years ago and got me to raise the kid was bad but the way Katie and her were joking about making a fool of me was too much. There was no way could I forgive that. Now she was doing it again. That would have to end it for good.

I collected the DNA samples from the kids the next day. They thought it was cool. Then I went to the bank and moved almost all of the savings money into a college trust fund for Jenny and Lynn, but kept twelve thousand in cash. I was able to set it up so that the trust would be safe from my wife or from a sneaky divorce lawyer. I made arrangements to have all the credit cards and the checking account cancelled on Monday morning, and opened a new account in my name only. I was going to lock up the house so Natalie would have to find someplace else to stay. I was sure she would be able to figure out some legal way to get into the house but I was hoping to have some other things taken care of by then. We could decide about our son, Jarrod, later. Even though he was not mine I felt some responsibility for him.

I stopped by the office of Seymour Schlamp. Seymour was my lawyer since we arrived in Reading. He was fair and hard working. I liked him. I explained the situation to him as best I could. He pushed me to make sure there was no chance for reconciliation. In addition to the divorce proceedings I ask him to contact Jarrod Kramer and see if he could do something about my son. I suggested $500 a month child support, retroactive, or have him take the child and raise him. The last option was for him to relinquish all rights to Jerrod so I could arrange to adopt him. I felt certain he would accept the last one. Seymour had everything he needed. I promised to send him pictures and audiotapes that he could use. He gave me the office e-mail account address and some preaddressed mailers for hard copy stuff.

Betty Moore was the most obnoxious real estate agent I ever met. There was very little about the women that I liked but she was a hard, driven worker. I gave her a listing on our house and signed several powers of attorneys for her. I told her she would have to get any signatures from Natalie that she needed herself. She laughed and assured me there would be no problems. I told her the locksmith would give her a set of the new keys.

The wireless video camera disguised as a smoke detector was the best for the job. I picked up two of them and grabbed four bugs. I also needed a clipboard, a set of dickeys with the company logo and three laptops. I made up a work order to replace a faulty smoke detector in room 411 on a company form. I would put the computers and all the equipment I needed for recording in a regular suitcase. I took a small stepladder.

Room 311 was available at the Holiday Inn and I reserved it under another name, just for Friday. It had wireless Internet. Wal-Mart had the best deal on throwaway cell phones. I picked up two of them, just in case.

My mom and dad moved to an old farmhouse near Lebanon a few years back. It was way too big for the two of them but it was a dream that dad always had. He had a large garden, chickens and an orchard. Jerrod liked to go there. They were more than willing to put up with us as long as necessary. My dad liked Jerrod but called him Jake. He said Jerrod sounded like a sandwich seller. Jerrod seemed to like Jake better than his real name. A few years ago Dad bought a big motor home and a small Kia to pull behind it. He used it three times and lost interest. I told Dad to get the motor home gassed up and ready. I knew the girls would squawk about being away from their friends for the summer. They had one more year of high college before college and wanted to get it at a prep college in Vermont. Natalie didn't want to spend the money. Although they were a year apart in age they were in the same grade, don't ask. I had no idea how Jerrod would take it. I would figure out the college situation later. Right now I had other problems. At least all the kids enjoyed being with my mom and dad.

Natalie left bright and early the next morning. She was all mushy and thanked me again for letting her spend time with her friends. I told the kids to pack up to go on a trip, and to take enough stuff for the whole summer. As I suspected, the girls bitched to high heaven. I told them to take the brochures from the Burlington prep college and all of a sudden every thing got rosy. They packed all their college clothes with them just in case. Surprisingly, Jerrod seem enthused about the trip.

Jenny came up to me and just stood there.

"What's do you need, Jenny? Are you all packed?"

"Dad, I am seventeen. I am not a kid anymore. Tell me what is going on."

"I am not sure I know what you mean."

"Are you and mom having problems?"

"I don't think that is anything I want to discuss with you. If there were something going on, your mother and I would try and keep it from you. Why don't you get the rest of your things together?"

"No dad. I mean it. It seems different this time. Lynn and I want to know what is happening. We feel we have a right to know."

I didn't want to say anything to her about it but I knew it was going to come up eventually."OK, I am not feeling very happy with the relationship between your mother and myself at the moment. Things are not looking real good for us. I don't know anything for sure that is wrong, but I know something is not right."

"Is mom cheating on you?"

I paused a long time. "I'm not sure, but I think so."

Jenny turned around and yelled up the stairs. "You were right Lynn."

"What is that all about?"

""I better let Lynn tell you."

Lynn was coming down the stairs towards Jenny and me.

"Tell him, Lynn."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. He knows, but you still have to tell him."

Lynn looked down at her feet. Finally she started to speak. "About four months ago I was skipping college with one of the guys from my lab class. We stopped by the house so I could get some CD's. It was Wednesday, when mom usually goes shopping. You were on a job in Boston, I think. As we were coming down the street, we saw a gold SUV pull into the driveway. That guy Floyd, who works with you, got out and mom left him into the house. We sat outside for almost two hours until he came out. I waited ten more minutes and went into the house. Mom was taking a shower and the bed was all messed up in your room. I left and went back to college for the rest of the day. When we got home, she had started supper. The bed was made and there was a load of sheets in the dryer. I told Jenny, but she didn't believe me."

Nobody said anything for about thirty seconds.

"Thanks for telling me girls. It is something I never wanted to hear but it is good that you told me."

Jenny noticed a tear in my eye. She grabbed Lynn's arm and they went back upstairs with out saying any more.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

8 YEARS BREAK

LAST PART


Dad showed up just as the locksmith arrived. While the locks were being changed, I threw all of Natalie's clothes, shoes and personal items into 33 Gal trash bags. The bags pretty much filled the back of my Navigator.

After the discussion with the girls I decided to stop at work before going to the convention. Centerex was a company that was started locally but was spreading across the county rapidly. Their marketing people did an excellent job locating potential areas for expansion but the company couldn't train people fast enough to man them, especially in management. They had been trying to get me to take a new office and offered me several different locations trying to get me interested. Natalie refused to move and would not even discuss it. If I stayed where I was I would be in the same position forever. Moving would give me a promotion, more money and a little power. I went directly to the office of the company president.

"Is Mister Turcott available for a quick couple of minutes?"

"I think he can squeeze you in Steve. Hold on a minute." I always liked Turcott's secretary and I think she felt the same about me.

George Turcott came out of his office and gave me his hand.

"I hope you are here to give me some good news Steve."

"Well, Yes and No."

"Helen, bring some coffee into the office and hold my calls for a while."

"Ok, what can I do for you, Steve?"

"First, I decided I would like to be reconsidered for one of the new management positions at a site where you think I would be the most valuable."

"That's great news. If you have no preference, I sure have a great slot I would love you to take. How would you feel about Anchorage?"

"Believe it or not, that's sounds perfect. Is the first week of September OK with you?"

"I think that would work. I'll have personal get started on everything Monday. What is the second thing?"

"Well I know this sounds odd but I'd like Floyd Cooper to be sent up there to work for me."

George leaned back in his chair and started to snicker. "You found out didn't you?"

"I don't know what you mean, Mister Turcott." I couldn't keep a straight face when I said it.

"Steve, nobody wanted to say anything to you. I didn't like what was going on but I didn't know what to do about it. If I fired Floyd, I was afraid you would find out and I didn't want that to happen. I figured the best thing to do was to try and keep it quiet. Unfortunately, Floyd Cooper has a big mouth. He started bragging about his affair with your wife. His secretary, Tracy, came to see me and complained when Floyd started showing around pictures of him and your wife that he loaded in his computer. The legal department is working something up right now but I had them on a short leash trying to protect you. Now that you know I can just fire Floyd. That is a hell of a lot more practical than spending the money to send him to Alaska so you can fire him up there."

"Your right. I was hoping that I could inflict a little more damage but I guess revenge is a pretty poor management technique. I'll go along with whatever you think is fair."

George pushed his intercom button. "Helen, Get me Tracy Toliver."

After explaining to Tracy what we were doing, we walked down to Floyd's office. Floyd was on a job in Allentown.

Tracy Toliver was one good-looking woman. She was just under thirty and was aging very well. The combination of auburn hair and blue eyes always fascinated me. She stood only a few inches over five feet but carried herself like an Amazon. I never understood how Floyd ended up with the best secretary in the whole building. I found out later that she had requested to be transferred to my office three times but my secretary would not relinquish her position.

"You will need these." She held out four blank CD's. "Look under accounts pending and click on Stoddard. Make one for yourself, one for your lawyer, one for our legal department and one for Floyd's wife. I have mailers ready but I need your lawyers name."

I was stunned by her efficiency. This woman knew what she was doing and exactly how to do it. "Seymour Schlamp. His office is on Franklin Street."

George and I went into Floyd's office while Tracy started typing the last address label. There were twenty pictures of Floyd and Natalie having every kind of sex imaginable. They were poor quality and looked like they were taken off a web cam. That also meant that Floyd probably had a full length, video someplace. They were not taken in our bedroom. George was trying to be polite about the whole thing but he just couldn't help looking at my wife with a dick in her mouth, pussy and ass. I was little upset because every guy it the building probably saw what I was looking at now. After checking them all, I just did a file copy to each of the blank CD's.

Tracy stuck her head in the room. "Delete the whole damn file when you get done copying that filth."

I gave Tracy the four discs. She put each of them in an envelope and gave me one back. "Don't let your kids get a hold of this. I will mail these three on Monday morning."

I told George what I was planning at the Holiday Inn. He did not like the company getting involved but agreed to going along with it. We had a work crew in the area Monday and he said he would have them stop by and remove the cameras I was going to install. George and I shook hands. I thanked him and he thanked me. I guess that was a good meeting.

The trip from Reading to Lancaster took about an hour. After parking in the back, I registered, paid cash and got my key. The first thing I did was change into my work clothes. The housekeeping maid on the fourth floor was friendly enough. I showed her my work order and since no one had checked into the room yet, she let me in. It only took about twenty minutes to install the fake smoke detectors. The room had two queen size beds. I was able to place the cameras where I could get a good shot of each bed and part of the room. No sweat, I was a pro. I hoped that none of the occupants would notice that they were in a room with three smoke detectors.

I went back to the room, changed clothes and started to set up all my equipment. The pizza delivery guy got there about a half hour later. By three o'clock everything was set up. Both the cameras were working great. The pictures were clear, even with normal room lighting. My laptop was up and running with a good, high speed, connection. I had one camera set up to record whenever there was motion the other one I would run manually. Damn, I loved my job.
I had one problem, not knowing where Natalie was. I dialed her cell phone.

"Hi Steve." Isn't caller ID great?

"Hi Natalie. Just checking to see that everything is going OK. The kids are with my parents and I am still at work. Where are you now?"

"We are still at Katie's place. Her husband, Ray, is going to watching their kids. Katie and I are going to a sleep over at Melanie Thompson's house. A couple of the other girls from college will be there. It should be a blast."

"Sounds like fun. Take some pictures."

"In your dreams pervert."

"Who is this guy Ray that Katie is with? Do I know him?"

"I think so. It's Ray Wilson. He was on the football team with you."

"Yah right. I remember Ray. How's he look?"

"A little heavier, a little balder and a little mellower."

"Sound's like normal aging to me. OK Natalie. I'll let you go. Have fun and call if you have any problems. Love you."

"Love you back. Bye."

I did remember that Ray was one big son of a gun and nasty to boot.

If they were getting to leave that means that they would be here soon. I figured they would use Natalie's car, which will work out for me. About that time there was some activity in the room. Camera one started to record just as it was set up to do. There was a lot of idle chat about the drive up and other trivia. They were both pretty big guys. Jerrod had dark hair and dark eyes while Martin was a little bald and pale looking. Both seemed to be in good shape. The bug picked up Jerrod's cell phone ringing.

"Hi, this is the stud farm. How can I be of service?"

The two of them got a big kick out of that. I wondered how many times they used it before.

"We here, Honey and we are hot to trot. What's your pleasure?"

I assumed he was talking to Katie.

"Ok. The Outback it is. We'll meet you down stairs in about two minutes."

At least they were going to feed them first. I was sitting there fuming about the whole thing. If I wasn't so involved with the mechanics of what I was doing I would probably be getting ready to stomp somebody.

I left the room right away and headed for the stairwell at the end of the hall. Standing outside the corner of the building I could see Natalie and Katie waiting in the lobby. They were giggling like a couple of collegegirls. A minute later, Jerrod and Martin came off the elevator.

Natalie immediately took Jerrod's arm and gave him a peck on the cheek, the kind a wife gives a husband. The four of them walked out and got in a black Mercedes. As they drove away I looked around the lot and found the Volvo parked in the back row. At least she was trying to be a little discrete. About five minutes later I was loading the trash bags with her clothes and other stuff into the wagon. I was sure she would come back from the restaurant a little high and not notice anything in the car. I left a note on the drivers seat explaining that the locks were changed on the house and that I was taking the kids on an extended vacation. I drove over to Taco Bell and fortified my body for the rest of the night. They get to eat baby back ribs and I get a burrito supreme. Life just is not fair.

I went back to my room and waited for the inevitable. I was trying to figure out a few other things I could do. I had about an hour until they got back to the room. I knew what was going to happen when they arrived what I didn't know was what exactly I was going to do.

Well I had pretty much concluded that they were not getting together to play canasta. I knew what was going to happen the rest of the night and I didn't like it. I had thought that Natalie and I had a good life. I figured she was happy because she had never complained or shown any sign at all that she was dissatisfied with anything. She fed me a line of bullshit when Jarrod was born. She said she was glad we had a boy because every man should have a son. I wondered if she called Jarrod's real father and congratulated him the first chance she got. Damn, it was depressing thinking about it. I regretted all the years that I lived with this woman who could cheat on me at the drop of a hat and feel no guilt about it at all. A woman who could get me to raise another man's child and think it was humorous. It was hard to have any compassion for her at this point.

I continued to get everything ready. I guess I was over prepared but it was the only chance I would have and I didn't want to miss anything. They barged into the room laughing and giggling. Martin brought a bottle of something with him and they had four glasses filled in the first minute. Katie pulled two pillows off the bed and threw them on the floor.

"Ok. Lets get started. Blowjob contest. The winner gets the first three way."

There was a round of laughter at that.

"How are we going to have a three way when there are only two guys?"

Natalie jumped in on that one. "Hey girls like to get ate too."

After more giggling Katie and Natalie took off their tops and bras and dropped to their knees in front of the guys. Two pairs of pants and boxers hit the floor in a second. Both of the girls had big grins on their faces as Katie yelled. "GO."

I couldn't believe I was watching my wife suck another mans cock and doing it with great enthusiasm. It was a contest that all four of them were enjoying to the fullest. Katie was pumping on Martins cock like a machine gun. It was as if she couldn't go fast enough. She was panting like she just ran a four-minute mile. Natalie was not going near as fast but she was going steady and deep. She was ramming her chin into Jarrod's balls with every stroke. The sides of her cheeks were caved in as she sucked harder and harder. Damn, I never got sucked off like that. Not only was I pissed off I was also jealous.

The cameras were working great. I was forced to take my attention away from the orgy to make sure I was getting everything. Since I was able to control the manual camera's zoom I got a couple of minutes of great sucking action recorded. It was almost as good as a regular porn flick.

"I am getting close, get ready for dessert." Jarrod yelled out.

Katie started pumping faster as Martin groaned but it was too late. Natalie stopped sucking and just held on to the head of Jarrod's cock with her lips as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. I could see her cheeks sucking every drop from his balls. Natalie left him slide out of her mouth and she held her lips tightly together. She looked up at him and smiled without opening her mouth. About that time Martin moaned loudly and Katie started to cough and choke on the load she was getting. She backed off his cock and continued to cough for a few seconds.

"Thanks a lot, Martin. You could have at least given me a clue you were ready. Look at all that good stuff I wasted."

Natalie walked over to her on her knees, and let all of Jarrod's cum drip into Katie's mouth.
“Check how thick and salty it is” my wife told Katie after she took some of the liquids from her mouth.
“Much better taste than my husband’s” Katie replied testing Jarrod's cum in her mouth by her tongue. Then she gulped it down. Natalie said “my husband’s liquids are not thick. I like semen when it is thick, sticky and salty.
Katie placed her hands on top of Natalie’ breasts and gave her a few hard squeezes saying thank you for sharing. Everybody started to laugh again.

"See Katie, that's what friends are for, sharing."

At regular intervals I was able to snap a few still shots using the zoom cam.

I watched, fascinated, as my loving wife stripped off the rest of her clothes and flopped back one of the beds. Katie was quick to follow. Although they had joked about the three way, it wasn't about to happen yet. Jarrod buried his face between Natalie's legs while Katie positioned herself on top of Martins face. There was a lot of moaning and groaning as the girls prodded their partners to lick faster and harder. Katie reached her climax first and left Martin with a sticky, shiny smile. Natalie finished up a little later and appeared to be trying to suffocate her lover by holding his head with all her might. She didn't let him up to breath until after she screamed and bucked away.

Both pairs followed this up with some robust missionary sex. As the evening continued they tried every position imaginable. Martin fucked Natalie from behind as she blew Jerrod. Katie ended up riding Jerrod's cock while she sucked Martin again. They finished the first session with Natalie on top of Martin while Jerrod took her in the ass. At the same time she was licking Katie pussy. I got some good stills of this episode.

It was break time in room 411. Katie went in to take a shower while Natalie brushed her teeth. Jarrod and Martin were just lying back with a couple of beers. I picked up a throw away phone and dialed Baltimore.

"Hi, Mrs. Kramer? This is Walter Perkins at the Medical Equipment Convention in Lancaster. Are you Jerrod Kramer's wife?"

"Yes but he's not here right now."

"I know. Your husband and Mister Blank received some special recognition tonight at the convention. We would like to e-mail you the pictures from the ceremony. Do you have an e-mail account we could send them to?"

"Of course. It's eekramer at bbw.net. "

"That's great. You don't happen to have Martin Blank wife's e-mail also do you so I can send the pictures together?"

"Sure. She is at bbblank at balt.com."

"Ok. That's all I need. You should have the pictures in a few minutes."

Of course she could track the transmissions to the hotel wireless link, but I really didn't care because there was no connection to me.

They were having a conversation break in room 411 while they got their second wind.

"So Natalie, is your dear husband taking good care of my son for me?"

"Of course silly. It's been eight years and the idiot still hasn't figured out that the kid is not his. Steve lives in a world of his own. He couldn't figure it out if a letter came in the mail. It would be nice if you sent a birthday present or something now and then."

"Oh yah. That would be cool. All he needs is to see something like that to give him a clue."

Katie chimed in, "Hell, I got three snot nose kids running around at home and my dummy isn't the father of any of them. He is so busy sucking down beers that he could never figure out they weren't his."

Everybody had a good laugh at poor Ray's expense and I had a good sound clip. I was getting bored with the activities and decided to pack it up for the night. I logged on to www.livesexcam.com and tapped into an unused room. After a few entries I had a live feed from room 411 going to an Internet site. I added a title to the page,' Natalie and Katie do Jerrod and Martin.' My wife and her girlfriend had decided that break time was over and started getting the guys hard for another go around. The Internet feed was going well and the number of watchers had picked up to over a hundred. It took me about twenty minutes to get everything packed up to go. I left the live feed computer until last. By that time over four hundred perverts were watching the show and I am sure several people were recording it for distribution later. I disconnected the last set up and called Ray Wilson.

"Hey Ray are you sober?"

"Yah, who is this?"

"Just a friend, Ray. I have something I want you to listen to."

I played back the short audio clip I made of Katie.

"Son of a bitch. Where did you get that?"

"Ray, she is in room 411 at the Holiday Inn. There are two guys there and they are pretty big so if you are planning on going, take a bat or something, or they might beat the crap out of you."

Ray didn't say another word and I heard the phone click off.

I just finished loading the Navigator when Ray jumped out of a Ford pickup with a short aluminum little league bat, and stormed into the building. I was tired but enjoyed the ride back to Lebanon.

The motor home was all ready. I gave dad a set of the new house keys. Mom would go down to Lancaster to see Natalie at her parents house while dad took some guys to our house and moved out all the furniture and stuff. They had plenty of room to store the things in the barn. Mom thought it would be interesting to hear Natalie's side of the story. My parents had the number of one of the throw away phones. I keep my cell, but was planning on having it turned off most of the time. Dad would take the stuff in the Navigator back to Centerex on Monday.

It was late to get started but I wanted to be far away when Natalie figured out what was going on. We had an RV lot reserved near Hagerstown where we could get a good start on the interstate in the morning.

The girls planned the trip for us. They did a pretty good job. The only input I made was to limit the distance between stops because the gas was killing me. I was glad I took a lot of cash with me. We finished three days at Disney and we were on our way to Chattanooga to see the Aquarium. Jenny asked if she could call Mom.

"Hi mom. It's Jenny. Yes. Just wanted to let you know that everything was OK. Yes. Yes. I know. We are all having a good time, even Jerrod. We miss you too. We'll call every couple of days to let you know. OK. Tomorrow night we are going to be getting to Orlando. We will be at Disney for almost a week. We have park tickets for every day."

I couldn't believe it. My daughter was setting her mother up. How cool is that.

"We are staying at the Orleans Hotel right in Disney World. It's going to be so neat. OK. We'll call you in a couple days. Bye."

"Jenny I can't believe you did that. That was really rotten."

"I know. Lynn and I thought it would be appropriate."

"You know of course, your mom is on the phone right now getting a plane ticket and a room reservation."

"That's what we figured she's do. She needs a vacation anyhow." Lynn chimed in. Jerrod was watching a DVD and enjoying his own company.

Two weeks later Lynn called her mother. Natalie was all upset because she spent a whole week looking for us in Orlando. Lynn said we decided on Six Flags instead and tried to change the subject. Lynn and Jenny kept her on the cell for almost twenty minutes listening to her rant and rave. Jenny finally said she was sorry if she had misled her and would call her back in a couple of days. My demon girls were giggling for a half hour after they hung up the phone.

The next week was hectic. We parked by the Smokey Mountains and the kids kept busy while I took care of business. Seymour delivered the divorce papers to Natalie. She had no idea I was doing it till he arrived. He said she had a fit. He explained that she could get a lawyer to fight the divorce and told her what she was up against. He had the pictures of her and Floyd, the group at room 411 and the DNA results. Jenny and Lynn were mine but not Jarrod. Natalie got a lawyer but ended up agreeing to what Seymour proposed anyhow.

Seymour went to see big Jarrod at a hospital in Baltimore. Katie's husband had done a bang up job on him and Martin. Ray was looking at about five years in Jail. I ask Seymour to help him. Both of my wife's lovers were in the hospital over a week and were served divorce papers while they were in recovery. They had no place to go when they got out. Jarrod signed the paper relinquishing all rights to his son, Jarrod. Besides the broken bones and ribs, Ray had literally smashed their genital regions with the bat. The doctors did not hold out much hope for a recovery.

Betty Moore had a buyer for the house. She had a hell of a time convincing Natalie to sign all the papers but finally wore her down. I wasn't needed to sign anything or go to the closing because of the power of attorneys I had signed.

The summer was coming to a fast end. I had a chance to build a good bond with the kids. I spent a lot of time talking with Jerrod. He liked it in Lebanon, where mom and dad lived. I asked him if he would like to stay at the farm full time and he jumped at it. Dad really enjoyed having him around and I knew he would be happy to take him in. Seymour drew up adoption papers so my parents would have the legal authority to provide and take care of him. The only thing Seymour didn't like doing, was getting Natalie to agree to it. Natalie didn't know it, but dad also had Jerrod's name legally chanced to Jake.

The girls fell in love with the college in Burlington. Late summer in Vermont was beautiful. We spend a few days getting them settled in and then Jake and I started back to the keystone state. I checked in with Mister Turcott and found out everything was set for my move to Alaska. Tracy was already in position and had a temporary office set up. That was good news. She also had an apartment for me, and a company car ready when I arrived. I left the Navigator with dad to get rid of.

Six months later everything was finally settling down. The divorce was final. The girls were doing well in college and both had scholarships to James Madison University in Virginia. They were happy and excited about being on their own. They had not heard from Natalie except for a few phone calls. Jake's college work was improving and he was deeply involved in his new hobby, raising bantam chickens. Natalie came to see him one time. She was driving an old Ford Escort and told dad she had to sell the Volvo to pay the divorce costs. That was bull shit because I ended up paying for both lawyers. While she was there, Natalie insisted on calling Jake, Jarrod. Jake corrected her each time and finally walked away. Natalie proceeded to dump on my dad about how rotten it was to take away the child's birthright. Dad said it was too easy a shot, so he passed it up and just walked away with Jake. Jake's mother never came back to see him again. She got eleven thousand dollars from the sale of the house. Katie and her decided to celebrate the divorce and went to Las Vegas. All the money was gone in four days. I don't know what Natalie is doing now or where she is living. Maybe she moved to Baltimore.

Needless to say, I love Alaska.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Husband Gets Me Bred



I love sex and doing it with my husband is very good. We have been together for six years and average three and four nights a week. The problem is that ever since we got married I have been trying to get pregnant. He went to a lab and had a sperm count. It was bad news. We did not have the money for the latest science.

So one night as I lay on my back, legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of me, when I whispered that maybe we should find a nice guy who could put a little extra seed in me. He stopped. I thought I had screwed up and figured a fight was coming. Then after a short pause, he whispered to me, "That might solve the problem. Would you be willing to do that?"

"I want to have a baby," I said. "Keep fucking me."

"We've already talked about the cost of insemination."

"You could find a guy," I whispered. I pushed my pelvis up to meet his thrust, and then tightened my virginal walls around his penis. I felt the cheeks of his ass quiver as I tightened.

"You could bring him here," I continued, "Have him join us in the dark here in the bedroom. It would be a threesome sort of thing. Only he would not have to know he was getting me pregnant." I continued to milk his dick with my cunt. I love calling it that.

His breathing became labored. It was obvious he was enjoying the fuck. At the time I was working very hard to make sure he was enjoying a good servicing. "I could watch?" he questioned.

"You can be a part of it baby. You can be there. You can watch him fuck me."

As I was finishing the sentence his body tensed, then spasm, followed by his cum. It was pretty hot. It seemed to me it was very hot for him too.

Later, after he had calmed, we discussed it quietly in the dark.

"You really want a guy to get you pregnant?" he asked.

"If it works," I said. There was quiet for a moment, and then I continued.

"You could find someone, maybe on the internet. He could be your general height, complexion, eyes, and healthy of course." A moment or two passed. We were snuggled together. I could tell from a growing erection against the small of my back that the conversation was exciting him.

"I guess I could look around." He finally said.

I responded by rolling over, taking his dick in my mouth, massaging his balls with my hands, and sucking him. It was one of those times he came twice in one night.

Over the next few days we talked of it more. He was agreeable and started searching the adult and swing sites on the net. I found it very interesting that our sex life became more raw and intense. I finally figured out that he was excited about the idea.

A few weeks later he had found someone who met his qualifications. Ken showed me transcriptions of the emails between him and Larry.

I looked at the picture of Larry. He seemed okay. The things he said was okay. So I said okay.

Ken set it up that he would bring Larry home, after meeting him at a bar, and checking him out. I was to wait at home. This suited me. On the appointed Friday evening when I was most fertile, Ken left to meet Larry. I bathed, prepared my appearance, and put on a wrap dress. I guess I should describe what look like. I am blond, blue eyes, 5'3', 115 pounds, small breasts, large nipples, child bearing hips. I do not shave my pussy. When I stand up, there is a 2 inch gap between my thighs where they meet my pussy. My clit is very large, almost a mini-dick. I love having it sucked.

While waiting, I had a drink. I knew they would have a drink while getting to know each other. I waited. I had another drink.

Two hours later, sitting in the living room, lit by candles, I heard the door open. They had arrived. In that brief moment, I knew that not only was I impatient to be pregnant, but I was really looking forward to the attention I was about to receive by two men. I was tingly.

They came in. My husband, Ken, sat beside me and motioned for Larry to sit on the other side. I got the impression they had already decided protocol and knew what the sequence of events was to be. Ken leaned in and kissed me, placed his hand on my stomach and began caressing. Within another moment another hand, Larry's hand, was on my breast.

I returned Ken's kissing, enjoying the attention. It probably seems odd that there were no introductions, small talk, or other banter, but I was happy things began so quickly. It was less awkward. Larry's hand moved to my leg, up the thigh.

Ken pulled the string that held the wrap dress closed. It did not fall open, but allowed exploring fingers unobstructed access. While I continued kissing, hands were on my breasts and mound. I parted my legs in appreciation.

There was more foreplay than I would have thought. I enjoyed that and was thankful for it. However, within short time Larry's tongue had found my pussy and my pussy liked him immediately. His tongue was exquisite. I opened myself to accommodate him. I realized that I had never been eaten so wonderfully. As I surrendered my cunt to this marvelous tongue, Ken put his dick in my mouth. I accepted the cock and tried to give it pleasure, but Larry's tongue overrode my senses. My hips rose, my knees widened, his tongue went deeper. I am embarrassed to admit it, but at one point, I deeply grunted.

Ken's dick, still in my mouth, was very hard, so I knew he was enjoying what was happening. It was then that Larry replaced his tongue with his penis. What a penis. I had never thought much about size. But as Larry began to ease himself into me, it was not only obvious that he was longer and wider than my husband, but more adept in the use of it.

I vaguely noted my husband's withdrawal from us. I would see later that he took a seat opposite us and played with himself as we coupled. Larry began to fuck me. It was obvious to me that I was about to be bred by a real man with a real dick, and the real ability to make me enjoy it. I could go on and on about how good it was. Suffice it to say he fucked me to more orgasms than I could count. I subconsciously became his sexual bitch.

Ken had picked a wonderful man to father my child. Later, when I had collected my senses, I would be able to determine that his penis was two inches longer than Ken's. He had planted his seed exactly where it needed to be for me to become pregnant. He had been deeper in me than my husband could ever get.

After he had emptied himself in me, I nearly had a panic attack that he would leave and I might never have him in me again. I immediately jumped into action, said the appropriate things to create a fitting social situation. I talked to the both of them in a way only a woman can to make them feel at ease, relaxed, and comfortable in the darkened living room. Even in our nudity, I was able to make it work. I fetched drinks for them. I cuddled up with them. I tended their egos. They were happy boys.

Larry's sperm was in me. Ken had blown his wad all over himself watching us. After some conversation, I suggested that we all retire to the bedroom. It was late. There was no reason for Larry to go home. We were all friends and could have breakfast. To my surprise, the guys agreed.

In our king-size bed, I was in the middle. I held my husband's flaccid penis and whispered my thank-you in his ear before we drifted to sleep. I knew his ego and knew that this was not the time to ignore it.

Sometime, late in the night... cuddled up to my husband, my back to Larry; I felt the rising hardness of an erection easing between my legs. Larry, it seems, had recuperated and wanted more of me. I lay still. My husband was asleep. His penis found its way to my virginal opening with only the most marginal of body movement. He made his way in me. Ken remained asleep. I remained outwardly motionless but tightened my muscles around him, signaling my silent surrender, my acceptance of him in me. This time it was different. Ken was not part of it. He was asleep. It was Larry and I. I slid my arm behind me, across his hips, to cup the cheeks of his butt. Without moving his body, he was flexing his penis in me. I was responding in kind with the clamping of my cunt around it.

I do not know if it was making love or what. I do know that it is a memory that will stay special to me forever. Then things took an interesting turn. Larry slid him self out of me, put his arm around my waist, then placed his cock against the hole of my ass. With his other than he rubbed the tip against my opening while gently pulling my waist against him, thus signaling his desire to fuck me in the ass. There was not the slightest bit of hesitation on my part. I was willing to give this perfect stranger my virgin ass. I knew it would be gentle and the appropriate gift for the father of my child.

I relaxed my ass and he pressed into me. It sent shock waves through me. I gasped at the enormity of the entrance. I instantly knew that Ken would not sleep through this, so I bent forward at the waist and took my husbands smaller dick in my mouth and began to lick it. As my husband hardened, Larry put more and more of himself in my ass. I don't think I took all of it, but I know I took enough to give him pleasure.

Ken woke and became hard. I sucked him and he urged me to "Fuck him baby. Fuck him." Little did Ken know that Larry was fucking my ass, a place he had never been and would never go. Then the most wonderful thing. They both finished at nearly the same time. Ken in my mouth. Larry in my ass.

In short order, my husband drifted back to sleep. I turned to Larry, and orally cleaned his now soft penis. It was a special moment between him and me.

I slept soundly.

The next morning, Ken got up to make coffee. The instant he was out of the room, Larry slid atop me, entered me, and made himself cum in me. It lasted only three or four minutes. It was a cum dump. I accepted it and would have accepted another.

Ken returned with the coffee. I was pleasantly surprised how high his spirits were. It was apparent that he liked Larry and liked watching Larry fuck me. Over time I would find that his watching me with other men would become a major source of enjoyment for him. He did not know it before hand. I certainly would not have suspected, but nonetheless it was the case. Larry and I already had a bond that I did not understand. Larry and I also shared the secret of my ass.

It was decided that Larry would spend the rest of the weekend with us. We watched TV, cuddled, drank, snacked, and fucked. As I looked back over the whole weekend, my husband came in me two times from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. He brought himself off four times watching Larry and I. I sucked his cum out twice. As for Larry, he contributed towards my pregnancy six times, came in my ass once, and I secretly sucked him off Sunday morning while Ken made coffee.

I am pregnant now, almost two months. We have all agreed that a second child will be necessary as soon as possible. So to insure we do not lose touch, Larry comes over a couple of weekends a month. More and more, I service his every need while Ken watches and plays with himself. It is a win-win-win situation.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A VERY PRACTICAL APPROACH

PART1

Brijesh sat at home watching TV when his brother Rajesh called asking about coming over. Rajesh and his wife Amita had an important favor to ask.

“What is it, Rajesh?”

“It’s not something to ask over the phone.”

“When do you want to come over?”

“Now. If you say yes, we need you to start at once.”

Brijesh had not seen his big brother for many months though they both are now staying in Orlando. They settled in United States 10 years back. These two brothers came from India after the death of their parents in a terrible car accident.
Brijesh was thinking that for the last few months when they talked over the phone, his big brother Rajesh sounded very strange.

Rajesh and Amita arrived at Brijesh’s apartment in just under an hour. Brijesh saw his brother was quite ill as he walked in the door.

“My God, what’s wrong?’

Rajesh and Amita sat on the sofa. Rajesh’s six-foot build was haggard. His normal tan was faded and his hair was thinner and whitish.

Amita’s slumped posture made her look shorter than her five feet and eight inches. Her normally straight shoulder length black hair frizzled around her face. Her sparkling brown eyes were melancholy.

“Amita and I have been trying to have a baby since we got married five years ago. We finally went to a specialist three months ago to find out why we haven’t.

“The doctor Discovered that I have testicular cancer.”

“Oh god” was all Brijesh could say.

“Treatment slowed the cancer down but it destroyed my sperm. The case kicked back up and now I have to be castrated to stay alive. So far, there are no signs of further spreading.”

“What can I do to help, Rajesh?”

Rajesh and Amita exchanged looks. She spoke.

“We still want children. It looks good for Rajesh after the surgery. But, he can’t be a father. We decided to ask you to help.”

“You want me to be the sperm donor?” asked Brijesh.

“Yes.”

Brijesh thought it over. He knew how much his brother and Bhabi wanted a family. It was strange but he would help.

“When do you want me to go to the doctor’s?”

Amita blushed a bit.

“Brijesh,” she said, “the bills for Rajesh’s treatment make it impossible to have an A.I. procedure done. Especially, if it has to be done more than once. We have to do this the natural way.”

“You want me to sleep with Bhabi?” Brijesh asked his brother.

“I want you to sleep with me. I want you to impregnate me. I will come to you at the peak of my cycles again,” Amita said

Brijesh looked at his brother.

“Do you really want this?”

“Yes, because I know that you will be there for Amita and her child if the surgery does not help.”

“I just don’t know, Rajesh.”

“Think it over. She’ll take me home and give you time to think about it. Amita will come back. If she sees the lights on, she will know the answer is yes. If not, she come back to me and nothing more will be said.”

The couple left. Brijesh decided he would do what his brother asked.

Amita returned to find Brijesh’s apartment lit up. She entered with a bag of clothing. They sat in the living room in silence.

“Bhabi, this will be a bit awkward. I know Rajesh wants this but now that you are here, I feel like I’m betraying him.”

“I know, Brijesh. We both want this. He told me that if he could not be the father of the child, he wanted you.”

Brijesh showed Amita to the bedroom. He made room for her things so she would not have to bring a bag on each visit.

They turned away and prepared for bed. The lights were turned off and they slid under the sheets.

They laid next to each other for a while, neither talking or touching. They rolled to face one another in the dark.

“This just doesn’t seem right, Bhabi. You are a beautiful woman and very desirable. If you were any one else’s wife it would not bother me. But you belong to my brother.”

Amita took his hand and held it to her breast. She moved to him and kissed his lips.
“Oh dear and loyal Devar Ji. It was Rajesh’s idea. I feel like a cheating woman. But he wants this.”

Amita rolled to where she was on top of her brother-in-law. She positioned herself to where her furred grotto rested on his staff. She felt it grow, pressing against her. Brijesh held both nipples, twisting and teasing. He felt the wetness of his Bhabi ooze down and onto his manhood.

Amita raised herself then lowered her sex around his stiff member. She bounced, twisted, turned for at least 20 minutes until Brijesh pushed up and emptied into her. It triggered in her a female equivalent.

Before Brijesh could soften, he rolled over on top of Amita. He lifted her legs on his shoulders. He worked up another full erection.He's piston of a cock bored hard and fast into his Bhabi. She wrapped her legs tight around her donor’s neck. He again poured his semen into Amita. She felt the hot fluid flush into her. It forced a scream out of her into Brijesh’s ear.

Brijesh and Amita were spent. He tried to get off her. She held him tight, not wanting to lose the feel of his body on hers. Amita did not mind that he fell asleep on top of her. His weight was sensuous to her. Amita slept beneath Brijesh.

Amita awoke to find him still between her legs and breasts. Brijesh was looking down upon her.

“What happened?” Amita asked.

“I think that we decided to make love before we changed our minds. Now that we did it once, we can make a baby without guilt.”

The two separated to sleep the rest of the night.

Awkwardness returned the next morning. The morning rituals kept them in close company.
Brijesh and Amita drank coffee across the table. A feeling of betrayal returned. It took a while for their eyes to meet. They saw doubt in those eyes.

“Are we doing the right thing, Brijesh?”“In some cultures, it was a brother’s duty to impregnate a Bhabi if a man stayed childless. Sometimes, if the brother was not married, he took the widow for his own brother.”

Amita shed tears.

“But Rajesh isn’t dead.”Their eyes held steady. Brijesh’s favorite blend of coffee tasted bitter this morning.

“Do you want to forget about this, Bhabi?”

Amita took her cup to the sink. The window over the sink faced the playground in the area. She watched the kids playing there. She saw the mothers talking while the kids played. She wondered if this would be her only chance to be a mother.

“I have to take Rajesh to the hospital for his surgery,” she said.

Amita went to finish dressing. She passed the kitchen going to the door.

“I left a key by the door if you want it, Bhabi.”

Brijesh waited a few minutes after he heard the door shut. He noticed the key was gone when he left for his office.


Amita was not at the apartment when Brijesh returned that night. He took that as Amita changing her mind about the baby. He felt a bit of relief that the promise was nullified and sadness that his brother’s wish was unfulfilled. He did a few household chores and went to bed.

Brijesh lay in the bed wide-awake. The memory of Amita next to him, under him, stirred a physical memory. He rolled over on his side. He took several deep breaths trying to cleanse his mind. That did not work.

Brijesh did not change his bed linens. The scents of their sex acts remained to trigger his libido.
He reached out to where his Bhabi was the night before. He held her pillow to his face. The smell of her hair lingered. His hand felt the mattress where she was. He moved his hand, remembering the feel of her body. He found the spot where her wetness had dried.
Brijesh curled up, with his face next to that spot. The aroma of his Bhabi followed him to his dreams.

Amita spent the evening at a home just drinking coffee. Her thoughts kept returning to what the doctor said after the surgery. They got the testicular cancer. That was easily solved by simple castration. The doctor said he just wished it were that easy to treat the other cancer.

“What other cancer? Amita asked him being very surprised”

The oncologist saw Amita. Amita did not know of any other cancer.

“He didn’t tell you of the other one…. pancreatic cancer?”

Amita went home but it was empty to her. The life she had there was over. She could not stay. The house was a house of death. She opened her purse to check the copies of the hospital bill. She saw the key to Brijesh’s apartment. The thought of her lonely room depressed her further.Amita’s next conscience thought was standing at Brijesh’s door using the key. It was dark so early that she thought Brijesh was not home. She went to the bedroom door; it was open. She heard the sound of a man snoring in peace and not in pain.It had been months since Rajesh slept in peace. Now Amita knew why. What she did not know was why her husband withheld the entire truth from her.

Amita’s eyes adjusted to the ambient light from the window. She saw Brijesh curled strangely in the bed. He was breathing deeply with his face in an odd location of the bed.

Her curiosity took her to the bed. She bent to smell where Brijesh’s face was. She smiled. Rajesh repeatedly told her she flowed like Niagara Falls when aroused.

She stripped down and curled up behind Brijesh. Her face was in his hair. She curled her legs to where her lap was tight against his butt. Reaching over him, she pulled herself hard against his back, smashing her breasts between her and Brijesh.Her hand drifted down to find Brijesh had a full erection. She sat up enough to feel his balls. A lump formed in her throat at the thought that she would never feel Rajesh’s again.

Her hand moved up the fleshy shaft. She found moisture on the tip. Amita wiped off a bit of the precum and tasted it. She milked more and tasted it. Amita developed a craving to fully consume a man. She teased Brijesh until he rolled onto his back. With his face between her thighs, she stretched down to take his cock into her mouth.
Amita propped herself with one arm in a way that she could manipulate her brother-in-law’s balls and her clit while taking him deep into her mouth. It did not take long for her to start dripping her own fluids onto Brijesh’s face.

Brijesh woke to a combination of stimuli. His dream state felt the growing fire in his loins. A weight pressed on him the full length of his torso. A salty moisture dripped on his face and into his mouth. This moisture had an aroma that he smelled only in one place. It was the tickling that brought him from dream to reality.

A small wet furry patch tickled his face and nose. He woke and instantly knew his Bhabi returned to his bed. The woman he promised to impregnate. This was not the way to fulfill his promise. He pulled Amita’s hips down and shoved his face deep into her hot fountain.

The woman in heat felt her man waken. She removed her own hand so he could finish the job. She would have cried out in painful pleasure when he bit and chewed her clit. His cock in her mouth muffled her.

The assault on her womanhood started a chain reaction. She bit his cock and squeezed his balls. This triggered his eruption into her mouth. She sucked and squeezed to get every last bit of his cum.

She was hungry for him. Amita took every drop of his sexual food and swallowed it all. Nothing escaped her starved mouth and gullet. She kept sucking when the source dried because he was licking out her hole, drinking all that she produced.She sat up straight. Her insides quaked three more times. She mounted his face. They lay together then kissed, mixing the sex juices orally.

Amita held Brijesh’s head as it rested on her chest. She combed his hair with her fingers while thinking that she was lucky. Brijesh was there for her when she needed comfort the most. She knew that if he weren’t, she would have gone searching for a man, any man, with whom to spend the night. She hoped that Rajesh would understand that this night was one of lust and passion, seeking solace and companionship, not baby making.

Then it dawned on her that was what Rajesh wanted. Making a baby was not the important thing. He wanted her to have someone to turn to when she was alone. Some one not a stranger who might abuse her vulnerability. A caring person who would understand and protect her while in mourning.

The idea that her husband planned this all the time made her cry with joy and understanding. The bouncing of her chest woke Brijesh.

“What’s wrong, Amita?”

“Nothing, Brijesh. It’s just been a long day.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A VERY PRACTICAL APPROACH

LAST PART
Brijesh and Amita had no contact for the next three weeks. Neither phoned or visited the other. Brijesh talked to his brother Rajesh over phone. The short phone calls were mainly about how his treatments were doing. Every time Rajesh told him that he is feeling good. Rajesh is now in his own house. Amita appointed two full time nurses for day and night to look after him. All necessary medical instruments have been hired and the professional nurses are maintaining it. One night, Rajesh begged him to come over to his house.

“Please, Brijesh. She won’t be here.”

Brijesh knew it was not Rajesh’s illness that kept him away. He did not think that he could face Rajesh and Amita at the same time.Brijesh had every intention to keep his promise to give Amita the child that Rajesh could not. It was after the second night, the night after Rajesh’s surgery that things changed. Amita was turning to him for more than his sperm. It was like she wanted him, all of him. He had to talk it out with his brother before it went much further.Brijesh arrived to find Amita was indeed gone but a private duty nurse was with his brother. It was evident that Rajesh was much worse than Brijesh believed. A tube ran down his nose. The bag attached to the tube was injecting. It was liquid nourishment. The pale and gaunt man did not have long to live. Brijesh saw his brother hooked to IV’s and monitors. His memory went back to those nights that one week when he and Amita made savage love to each other. It was far beyond what his brother wanted.

“I’m sorry,” said Brijesh behind tears.
Brijesh fell to his knees beside the bed. He hid his shame in the sheets of the bed.Rajesh reached to him. Red blotches from IV needles were the only color on his hand. The simple act of moving his hand and resting it on Brijesh’s head was too strenuous. Rajesh had to rest to talk to his brother.

“Brijesh, what… do you have… to be sorry for?”

“I…” Brijesh could not finish.

“You used her… in ways that would …not allow pregnancy. I know. I knew… she would.”

Rajesh stopped talking. He lay as still as a manikin.

The nurse came to Rajesh’s side. She put Rajesh’s hand back under the sheets. The monitors showed his vital signs weakening. The nurse made three phone calls, one to his doctor and one to his hospital. The last call was for Amita.
In seconds Amita entered the house carrying a cell phone. She stood next to Brijesh.

Amita and Brijesh held hands next to the bed. Rajesh’s eyes focused on them. He smiled. His eyes focused beyond the room. Peace descended on the room. The monitors gave steady tones the nurse muted. She pushed some buttons and the screens went blank.

Amita smoothed Rajesh’s hair and shut his eyes. She kissed his lips. She turned to Brijesh.

“I said my good-byes. I’ll leave you with him.”

Brijesh did not register the sound of the door closing behind him. He pulled the tube from his brother’s nose and the needles from his arms. He took a wet cloth and washed his brother’s face.

“Does that feel better? I always had to take care my big brother. You were such a twerp. Now, you’re gone.”

Brijesh held the cloth to his own face.

“Oh God, Rajesh. You were the good boy. You were so generous with your life.”
The nurse handed Brijesh an envelope as she left the room

Brijesh saw the envelope. He picked it up.

“For Brijesh. To be opened before leaving my side.”

Brijesh started laughing and crying at the same time.

“You always had to have the last word.”The letter in the envelope shocked him. He did not breathe until he finished the letter.

Dear Brother,
I am gone now. I leave you and Amita behind. It’s been a great life for me. I could not have asked for a better younger brother. You have been there even when I didn’t know I needed you. Thank you for that.
Amita, the beautiful Amita. She is alone now. She is a strong woman. But she has had a hard time with my illness. She will need you my sweet brother.
Amita mentioned that you talked of the ancient law of brothers. How a brother became responsible for a widow and giving her a child. How, sometimes, a younger brother would take her for his own wife.
I don’t expect you to go that far, but you did promise her a child. I ask that you fulfill that promise and be with her until the child is at least one year old.

Anyway, I ask that you give Amita the child she deserves and give the child the best father/uncle you can.
Love you forever
Rajesh

It took Brijesh five minutes to regain his composure. After few phone calls to his hospital and several authorities Amita told Brijesh that Rajesh donated his body for medical students. They will come soon to take his dead body. After few more hours some men came with an ambulance and took Rajesh after giving some paper documents to Amita and Brijesh. After the nurse who was looking after Rajesh left the house Brijesh tried to find Amita.
He found Amita in the living room with a bag packed.

“Please, let me stay with you.”

“Okay, Bhabi.”
Amita reached for the doorknob.

“I don’t want to be here……I will became mad if I say here.”

The ride to Brijesh’s apartment was silent and awkward for him. He spent the last three weeks avoiding her. Now, Amita was in the car with him, going to his apartment.

Amita rested her left hand on the seat, palm up. Brijesh drove home holding that hand.

She tried to pull her baggage out of the car. It hung up on the spare tire and bumper jack. She pulled and tugged, getting frustrated. The bag popped open, spilling her things in the trunk. She started crying.

“Schuss, Amita. You have things upstairs. I can come back and get it later or in the morning.”Brijesh helped her upstairs. He got her a nightgown and robe she kept there.

“Take a shower. It’ll help you relax.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be right here, Bhabi.”Brijesh helped her strip to her bra and panties. He watched her enter the bathroom. She left the door open. He went to shut the door to give her at least token privacy.

“No don’t. Would you come in here and sit with me?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Bhabi.”

“I really don’t feel to steady, Brijesh.”

Brijesh agreed against his judgment.

He entered the room as she was stepping out of her panties. She had one hand on the wall for balance as she had one foot up. She reached around to unhook her bra. Brijesh had the fastener in his hand and undone before he knew what he was doing. She looked over her shoulder to give him a tired smile.

“Thanks.”

Amita turned on the water, holding her hand under the stream, waiting for it to get to her desired temperature. Looking at her back, Brijesh felt both pity and lust for her. She stepped into the shower leaving the door open a moment. This gave Brijesh a perfect profile of his nude Bhabi.

She stood under the water for four minutes by the bathroom clock. Amita then lathered her body. The act of rinsing off the soap seemed to wash away her strength. She started to fall.

“Brijesh!”

He flung the shower open and reached under her arms as she fell. Water splashed on the floor. Brijesh’s feet were slipping. He had to lay her down before he dropped her.

He used a folded towel for a pillow. Brijesh dried her body. The body he explored so intently the month before.

He tried to purge his mind of those memories. The more he tried, the more he looked at her and remembered.

Amita opened her eyes with a weak smile.

“Good catch.”

He helped her sit up to dry her back. He wiped up the floor so she could stand.

Brijesh took Amita to the bedroom. He helped her to the bed. He brought in her robe and nightgown from the bathroom.

“Call if you need me,” said Brijesh as he left the room.
Amita did need him. She just did not have the energy to tell him. She wanted him to touch her when she was on the floor. She wanted him to take her totally when he put her to bed. Tonight, she needed a man beside her, inside her more than any other time in her life. She was just too weak. She was asleep quickly.

Her desires brought her dreams of Rajesh. Her dream Rajesh came to her side. He took her tit into his mouth. Starting slowly, softly, he caressed it with his tongue and lips. He did this as his hand went to her bush and lightly brushed the hair. His actions were more of a tease than of seduction. The lightness of his touch made her crave more.

Gradually, he gave her more. The suckling became more forceful. His hand went deeper into the curly thatch that hid her gender.

It was a dream hand that touched the apex of her legs. But her mind, her memories of her Rajesh that gave her feeling.

She felt the hand touch her. She felt it fold back her flesh, exposing her to the man in her dream. She felt teeth pull and twist her nipple. But she was alone. It was only her mind.
She lost her breath when first one then another ethereal finger violated her. The speed of the in-out cycle of the fingers increased. Then it stopped.

Amita felt the non-existing fingers pull out. She looked. A phantom that resembled her Rajesh kneeled on the bed between her legs. She reached to him. Her dream Rajesh lay on her. She felt the pressure of his body on hers. She felt the pressure of his manhood enter her womanhood.

The eternal rhythm of life gave increased speed to the point where nature succumbs to pleasure.
Her memories of many sessions of lovemaking told her body that her Rajesh gave her sexual satisfaction. They told her he planted his seed to start the next generation.

Her body, though, searched for something, a penis, a finger, a hairbrush handle, to grab, to squeeze to feel in the grasp of her inner muscles. She was empty. Nothing was there.

Her vagina called her brain a liar. Her brain, her dreams, said her Rajesh was inside her. But nothing was there.

Amita woke, feeling the frustration and loneliness of being without her Rajesh ever more.

The sound of a TV set in the living room told that there was a man to help her. She just needed to sleep to regain her strength so she could go to Brijesh.

Amita regained her composure after the dream about her Rajesh. Her body still felt the effects of the empty orgasm she had. She needed satisfaction and intended to get it from Brijesh.
She ignored the nightgown and donned the robe.

She saw Brijesh was watching an old Hindi movie on Zee Movies. He was on the sofa.

She joined her late husband’s younger brother on the couch. She thought about how she wanted to get him to bed. She decided that the direct method was needed tonight. He had his chance for starting tonight’s action. He passed it up. Amita would now take command.

Amita laid her head in his lap. She saw movement as his cock lengthened. It started down the leg of his boxer shorts, the leg that went away from her. A slight nudge from her head shifted its reaction.

The tip poked free of the cloth. She sifted and kissed the end of the cock, licking the hole. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed.

Brijesh’s hand went under the robe to find bare flesh. He found two engorged cherry sized nipples, waiting to be picked. He wanted them in his mouth.

That was where Amita wanted them also. She rose from his lap. A slight shrug of her shoulders removed the robe. Amita stood before Brijesh shaking with desire. She straddled his hips.
He moved to take off his shorts. She shook her head no. She was not ready.

She held his face to her breasts, so he could have them, suck them, and enjoy the softness of them. He moved his hands for her clitoris but she stopped him. It was not his fingers she wanted in there.

She released his face. Lying back on his legs, she managed to raise her own legs over the back of the sofa. She pulled her pussy up to his chin, becoming a human bib.

Brijesh stopped her and pressed his face into her. He licked, chewed, and nuzzled her hot, wet tender flesh.

Amita looked up at Brijesh. The sight of her public hair making a beard for him made her laugh. She thought about how deliciously rough a two-day stubble of a beard would feel. Amita did not think of this for long.

Brijesh triggered an orgasm that made her tightened her thighs around his head. Amita did not notice until Brijesh stopped that he could not breathe.

She moved off his lap. Now, she removed his shorts. His cock sprung free. She knelt between his legs.

She started at his scrotum. She took long licks up the underside of his shaft. She got a steady flow of the clear pre-cum that she licked off when she reached the tip.

Amita explored her own inner self while licking Brijesh. She pushed herself to orgasm. It was all she could do to keep from taking him fully into her mouth, which she did not want.

She turned her back to Brijesh. She lowered herself onto his cock. It was like doing doggie style, but it went in deeper.

He held her close to his chest, using her tits as handles. She played with her clit and his balls, bringing them both closer to explosion. The she surprised Brijesh.

With a finger well lubed by her own juices, she probed into his rectum, searching for his prostate gland. This she massaged, triggering the most satisfying orgasm Brijesh ever had. She drained every drop of his cum into her. The pressure she put on the gland kept him hard, far longer than he thought possible.

Brijesh could no longer take the pleasure; it was starting to hurt. His system was empty. He pulled her off of his cock and out of his anus.

She was still on his lap, just not impaled by it. She leaned her back against his chest.

He felt his sperm drain from her. That would not do. He wanted her pregnant. Now, not for his dead brother, but because he wanted her and her child for himself.

He tried to plug her hole with his finger. When he inserted his finger, she had an orgasm. The muscle spasms sucked his precious fluids back up into her.

Amita holding her back tight against his chest, he turned them both long ways on the sofa.

He arranged the pillows under them. This was not easy to do. He had one arm around her so she would not roll off his chest. He had his other hand acting as a cork, so she would not drain. He finally had her hips elevated so gravity would help in fertilization.

Amita woke two hours later to the sound of Brijesh snoring in her ear. It was a comforting sound. It meant that she was not alone. Too many women learned too late about the loneliness of a silent bedroom. She knew that from all the quiet nights before she met Rajesh.

During Rajesh’s illness, she spent many more nights in a single bed. The needles and wires made it impossible for her to sleep with him. She could not face life in a silent bedroom again. That was why Rajesh bequeathed her to his brother.

It was so much like Rajesh. He could think about the happiness of the two most important people in his life after his death.

Amita returned to sleep. She woke the next morning with warmth in her belly and a kink in her neck.

She untangled herself from Brijesh and rolled cautiously off of him. She knelt next to the sofa. She stroked his forehead and teased his lips with hers. He opened his eyes and returned her smile.

“Good morning, lover,” she said.

These were the first words spoken since she fell in the shower.

“Hi,” he replied.

He pulled her face to his. Their lips met, as Amita attached their tongues. Their hands explored the other’s body. When he touched her clitoris, she pulled back and smiled.

“I need to finish that shower if we are going to make love again.”

Brijesh rejoiced at the thought of making love to her again so soon. Using a bed would be nice too.

Amita stopped at the doorway to the bedroom. She saw he was not following her.

“Hey, lover. I hate to shower alone.”

He got up and hurried after her. He got his lovemaking and she got her shower, all at the same time.

(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DONKEY DICK






"Mike!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked back to the door I had just passed, as some guy, mid thirties, about the same age as me, leant out.

"Mike," he repeated. "It is you isn't it Mike? Mike Davis?"

I stared at the guy for a moment or two, till recognition dawned.

Don," I replied in surprise. "Don Price! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here for a couple of meetings Mike," he responded, grinning back at me. "I didn't know you worked here. Surprised you even got a job with all the beer you used to sink."

"No surprise there Don," I laughed along with him. "We haven't seen one another since we left university and that must have been twelve years ago or more."

"Thirteen," he confirmed. "I left the year before you."

With those silly grins on our faces that men put on when they meet old friends, we stepped towards one another and shook hands heartily.

"Look Don, I'm a bit tied up at the moment," I told him. "Got some meetings and things myself. Are you free for lunch? Maybe we could get together and talk about old times."

"Great," Don shot back at me. "Twelve thirty is that OK?"

"Fine with me," I confirmed happily, looking forward to chewing the cud with an old rugby and drinking partner. "Meet me in the lobby and we'll go out for a pie and a pint."

With that we gave each other the obligatory friendly punch on the shoulder, and he disappeared back into old man Parkinson, our head buyer's office, and I went on my way, wondering what product he was trying to sell our company, and why his name hadn't cropped up.

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Twelve thirty came and I found myself tied up with a group of other managers that I really didn't want to have to break up. I excused myself for a few moments and made my way down to the lobby where I soon spotted Don stood there waiting for me.

"Hey Don," I greeted him. "Sorry man, but I'm really tied up. Any chance we could meet up after work for a pint if you're not in too much of a hurry to get away?"

"No problem Mike. I'm staying over night anyway at the hotel opposite. I've got some specifications to sort out with some guy in your engineering department tomorrow morning."

"That'd be Tom King," I responded automatically. "He's a good engineer."

"Friend of yours?"

"Sort of," I admitted.

"Put a good word in for me perhaps Mike?" Don asked confidently. "This order is very important to us."

"I'll see what I can do Don," I promised him, remembering that Don was never one to miss out on an opportunity.

"I'll buy you dinner tonight if you want." Don offered a bit too quickly, making me wonder whether that was through old friendship or to get me on his side.

"I'll do better than that Don," I replied, not wanting to be too beholding to one of our potential suppliers. "Why don't you come round our place and I'll get Stacy to make us both dinners?"

"Stacy?" Don queried. "That your wife then?"

"Yes," I said to him with a smile
"Pretty?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"See for yourself tonight Don," I grinned back at him, knowing full well that he wouldn't be disappointed.

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I rang Stacy to warn her that an old friend would be coming round, and that was when my problems started.

"Damn you Mike," she castigated me angrily. "You know I wanted you to take me to the theatre tonight."

"Sorry Stacy," I responded. "I forgot."

I had!

No, really, I had.

Trouble was that I really didn't want to go anyway, and Stacy knew that. We went through several rounds of accusations and apologies and I came out the loser. It was going to cost me --- Oh boy was it going to cost me, but at last Stacy agreed to put off the visit to the theatre and cook dinner for us. I even offered to take the three of us out to a restaurant, but she refused, saying she didn't want to be trapped the whole night with someone she didn't know, while we talked about our past drunken exploits all the time.

"At least I can go off to bed if and when I get bored," She ended her diatribe with.

"You won't get bored," I tried to assure her. "Don's a nice guy."

"Good looking?" Stacy queried absently.

"Yes I suppose so," I replied, happy that she was at least taking an interest.

"Maybe I'll take him off to bed with me then," she joked.

"Don't even think about it," I laughed back at her. "We'll see you later."

Seemed amusing at the time.

Odd that!

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The afternoon passed quickly enough and by ten past six, Don was following my car as I wound my way through the narrow streets of our town towards the apartment that I shared with Stacy.

He was not quite impressed as he saw my small apartment for the first time. But when Stacy came out of the kitchen to greet us he was surprised.

"Crikey Mike," Don uttered in surprise. "How come an ugly old bugger like you bagged a beautiful girl like this?"

I laughed, knowing that I wasn't at all ugly by most standards, and enjoying the look of embarrassed pleasure that his remark bought to Stacy's face.

Stacy was medium height, on the slim side with long dark hair and a remarkably pretty face. At twenty-seven, Stacy had been an actress since leaving college, though had always seemed to be on the edge of breaking through. Like so many others in her chosen profession, she had spent more time 'resting' than actually working. She'd done a bit of film work and a few parts in west end plays, but mainly, to her chagrin, she'd done TV adverts. It paid alright, though once or twice I had been a bit shocked at how little she had on, when she'd done lingerie adverts. She always did look good though.

But beautiful she was by any standards, and though she was well used to being told so, Don's words, I could see, had already warmed her to him. Perhaps the evening would go well after all.

We chatted and exchanged old memories of our time together, Stacy joining in as all three of us laughed as we recalled some of the antics we'd got up to as students. Eventually Stacy served up dinner and we sat down in out lounge together afterwards, us two men with a fine Cognac each, and Stacy with the last of the 2006 Sancerre.

Stacy was obviously pretty taken with Don, who I remembered as a bit of a womanizer in his younger days. Not that I hadn't been as well, but I grinned when I recalled the advantage that he'd always had over the rest of us.

"Funny being called Don again after all these years," he remarked when there was a lull in the conversation.

"What's your real name then?" demanded Stacy.

"Mark," I answered for him, not too sure if I wanted to go down this avenue. "But we all called him Don."

"Why's that then?" Stacy came back.

"We just did," I replied. "It was just a nickname."

"But why Don?" Stacy continued to press.

"We just did," I got in before Don could answer.

"But why?" Stacy demanded yet again, the booze making her a bit giggly. "Why Don if his name is Mark?"

"They called me Donk for the first few months and then that got shortened to Don," he explained rather unhelpfully.

"Donk?" Stacy squealed mirthfully, spilling her drink a little. "What sort of name is Donk?"

"Anyone want another drink?" I tried to divert the conversation, but Stacy was having none of it.

"Come on you two," she insisted. "Where did the name Donk come from?"

"It was just a nickname," I repeated.

"It came from Donkey," Don over-ruled me, smirking like an idiot, and knowing where this was going.

"Donkey? ---- Donkey?" My Stacy called out with a peel of laughter. "Where on earth did Donkey come from?"

"Shall I tell her Mike?" Don asked me with a smirk, knowing full well that he was going to anyway.

I simply gave a shrug, aware that there was no way out of it. Hoping that maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"Donkey dick," Don told her, grinning from ear to ear. "It comes from Donkey dick."

"Donkey dick?" Stacy queried, a bit slow on the uptake. "Why donkey dick? I don't understand."

"That's the nickname they all first gave me when they saw me in the showers in our first week at University."

"But I still don't ....." Stacy started, then stopped and blushed deeply as she realized where the name had come from. "You mean that you're ..... Well, that you've got ......Well, you know."

"Got what exactly Stacy?" Don teased Stacy with. "What were you thinking of?"

"Well," she started again, trying to find the right words. "That you've got a big ... thingy."

"Why don't you say it Stacy," Don pushed her, my mild irritation turning to something a bit more painful.

"A big penis," giggled Stacy, putting her hand to her mouth.

"You can do better than that little lady," Don forced the issue, teasing my woman as if I wasn't even there.

"OK then Don," she blushed. "You've got a big cock."

"Yes I have," he agreed. "It's pretty big."

"How big?" Stacy demanded, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Can we change the subject please?" I butted in, not liking for one moment the thought of my wife discussing the size of his wedding tackle with another guy.

"Don't be silly Mike," Stacy dismissed me without so much as a glance in my direction. "Come on Don, just how big is it?"

"Pretty big," he continued to taunt her.

"Yes but how big?" she chuckled at him, obviously enjoying the conversation, which was a damn site more than I was. "How many inches?"

"Never measured it Stacy," Don lied casually, his smirk giving the game away. "Bigger than Mike's though."

"No great problem there," Stacy giggled, before bursting out in peels of laughter.

"For Christ's sake Stacy," I appealed to her. "Shut up, can't you. This is damn embarrassing."

Actually I wasn't that small at all, so I knew it was only fun. But when confronted by what I knew from past experience what Don was packing, then it simply lost all its humor.

"Come on Don," Stacy carried on again, oblivious to my feelings. "How big is it really?"

"Not saying," Don cut her short, still teasing her.

"Please Don, please tell me."

"No," he replied. "I'm not telling."

"The guy I went out with before marrying Mike had an eight inch cock," Stacy shocked me with. "That always felt pretty huge."

"Who the hell was that?" I spat out angrily, but the pair of them ignored my outburst.

"Mine's bigger," the bastard led her on.

"How much bigger," she all but begged him.

"My natural modesty prevents me from telling you, I'm afraid," he continued to tease her with a grin, my insides boiling at the way the conversation was going.

"Show me then," Stacy then astonished me with. "Come on Don, show me."

"Maybe," he teased her to my annoyance, the pair of them still carrying on as if I wasn't present.

"Come on Don," Stacy insisted, moving over to sit next to him. "Get it out and let me look at it."

"For God's sake you two," I shouted quite loudly. "This has gone too far already. Pack it up will you?"

"See Don," Stacy scolded Don. "You've upset Mister Grumpy. Get it out right now, or I'll get it out myself."

"If you want," he dared her.

"I will," she threatened.

"You bloody well will not," I warned her, appalled at their behaviors.

"You show me yours and I'll show you mine," the rotten bastard challenged my wife, raising the stakes and sending my head spinning.

"Don't you dare Stacy," I retorted angrily, grabbing at her tight jeans to prevent her from what I feared she might just do, but alas, misjudging her intentions.

"How about my tits big boy," Stacy squealed breathlessly, grabbing the hem of her little t-shirt, and lifting it up and off in one fluid movement. I made to grab her, but Don nudged me, only gently, but caught me off balance and I went sprawling across the floor. Looking back up, I found myself too late to stop Stacy reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra, which soon joined the T shirt on the floor, her small but full round breasts jutting out in all their naked glory for that bugger Don to admire.

"Come on Don," Stacy called out excitedly, her little tits bouncing around as she hopped from one foot to the other like an excited collegegirl. "Let's see it. Let's see how big it really is."

At that point I guess I could have done a number of things and slapping Stacy round the face or taking a swing at Don were among them.

But I didn't!

I simply lay there on the floor where I'd ended up, watching in disbelief as the events furled out in front of me. Wondering if the woman there in front of me was really the same lovely young girl that I'd recently married.
"Come and get it darling," Don ordered Stacy, as he undid his belt and slipped down the zip, only for Stacy, my Stacy, to launch herself on him and frantically grab inside his pants.

"Jesus," she cried out. "You weren't kidding. It's ....It's ..... I can hardly get my hand round it."

But she certainly did her best, freeing his monster cock and squatting there open mouthed in amazement, as she stared at it, inches from her, squeezing it and running her hand up and down.

"It's beautiful," she gasped. "It's twice the size of my husbands."

It wasn't of course, but who was splitting hairs at that point? I just continued to sit there, paralyzed by the chain of events that had overtaken me, and feeling that maybe I wanted to be sick.

Could things get worse?

Of course they could.

My stomach contracted in pain as I watched Stacy, almost in slow motion, as it were, lean forward and gently kiss the tip of his cock, her delicate little tongue darting out to give it a couple of licks.

Then, as he reached down to cup my wifes's bare breast for the first time, she slithered up over him, keeping a tight hold on his member, and kissed him hard on the lips.

Yuk!

Knowing where that mouth had just been, rather him than me!

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I'd had enough.

Leaving them to it, I staggered out of the room and out to the bathroom, where I dry heaved for some minutes, unable to bring anything up despite the dinner we'd just eaten. All I was left with was a bad taste in my mouth, a head that was still spinning, and a stomach that seemed to be alive and jerking, full of strange bodies and beyond my control.

After what seemed ages, but was probably only a few minutes, I forced myself reluctantly to go back and see what was happening, to find Don lying back and enjoying it, while Stacy, her jeans undone by then, sucked enthusiastically on his cock.

Well, I wouldn't be kissing her any time soon!

Then the lead weight inside me plunged to the depths when Don suddenly went rigid, grunted loudly, and a stream of obnoxious white cream spilled out from the corner of Stacy's mouth, and ran down her neck and onto those lovely bare breasts.

Time froze and the room spun as I watched my wife lick her lips and wipe the excess spunk from her mouth.

"Come on big boy," she gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him upright. "Let's take this to the bedroom and do it properly."

It was only as she started to tug him towards the door, that she saw me standing there.

"Oh Mike," Stacy remarked in little more than a loud whisper, her eyes half glazed over. "You're still there .... I forgot .... I ..... Are you OK?"

"Do I look OK?" I growled back at her, feeling sick again at the spectacle of her tight pert tits that I loved to suck, all covered in another man's cum.

"I'm sorry Mike," she continued. "I sort of got carried away. I didn't mean to ....."

She didn't finish her sentence, but didn't let go of Don's hand either.

"How could you Stacy?" I demanded pathetically, lost for words. "How could you do this to me. To us?"

"It'll be OK Mike," She tried to assure me, a wild look of lust still on her beautiful face. "Can you just give Don and me half an hour or so please honey?"

"Half an hour?" I stuttered back, my spirit just about broken.

"Make it an hour please Mike," Stacy begged me, unfazed by my utter dejection. "Why don't you pop down the pub for an hour or so. We'll sort this all out later on when you come back."

"Don," I appealed in desperation to my old friend. "Don't do this to me Don. Please don't do this to me."

"I'm not the one to be asking Mike," he replied with a smile. "If your wife wants me to fuck her, then that's between you two."

"Stacy," I appealed to her, turning back to face her. "You can't go through with this. Is one fuck with him more important than our entire relationship?"

"Don't ask me that question Mike," Stacy answered shrilly, her face still a mask of lust. "Just go down the pub honey. Please go to the pub. I've got to do this, but I'll make it all up to you when you get back."

With that she brushed past me, pulling Don in her wake, making their way through to our bedroom.

"Better do as she says Mike," Don called back to me as I stood there in astonishment at how my comfortable life had changed in such a short time. "This could get very noisy, but I'll try not to spoil her too much for you."

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Fuck the pair of them!

I did go out, but not to the pub. I was in no mood to socialize with my pals down there and needed to be on my own. I decided to go for a drive to clear my head, but didn't take my company Audi, preferring instead to take my 1956 Jaguar XK140 sports car. As the C-Type, 3.4 liter, straight six engines rocketed me away down the road; I slowly felt the clouds lifting.

Not saying I was happy of course, but an old powerful classic like my Jaguar takes some concentration to be driven at speed, and that's exactly what I did. An hour and some eighty miles later (yes, I did break the speed limits), I decided I'd gone far enough. Taking the next major turn in the road, I drove back by another route but somewhat slower. By the time I'd got back into town and was approaching my place, my thoughts had cleared, and expecting Don to be gone by then, I realized that at the very least Stacy and I were going to have one hell of an argument. Whether we'd still be married at the end of it was looking pretty unlikely.

Then as I pulled into my still open garage where I kept the XK, I spotted Don's car sat there where he'd left it several hours ago.

Right ---- This argument could just get a bit physical!

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"Oh you're back," Stacy acknowledged me as she turned round from the fridge that she was pulling things out of. "Are you OK honey?"

"What do you care?" I grunted back at her, unable to not notice how beautiful she looked in the nude, despite everything.

"Oh come on Mike," Stacy went on, talking to me as if I was some errant child. "Don't be grumpy with me. It's not as if I am becoming a prostitute or something like that just for fucking Don Couple of times. It was such a wonderful experience for me to understand how a big cock like this feels when it gets inside."

"Good was it then?" I demanded, hoping that she'd dig an even bigger hole for herself.

"Not too bad Mike," she admitted uncertainly. "I've always wanted to try a really big one and Don's certainly got that, but he was a bit rough to be honest. Doesn't have a lot of finesse like you do."

"So he's going soon then is he?"

"Not yet Mike," she regally informed me. "I'm just getting us both a snack, as I've asked him to stay the night."

"And where am I supposed to sleep Stacy?" I asked, not having to point out to her that our apartment, though somewhat sumptuous, had only one bedroom.

"Oh Mike, I didn't think about that," Stacy replied with a look of genuine concern. "Can you sleep on the couch or something honey? It'll only be for one night only. I promise you will get your wife back tomorrow to do whatever you want to."
I was stunt to here her.
“Don’t look at me like that Mike. I will make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. You know how much I love you. Don’t you? I just want some fun with that amazing tool of his. Not more than that.”
I tried to respond but failed.
She continued “what we are doing is just fucking……..yes…. believe me…….its not love making or something like that……… so you don’t need to be so insecure”.
I simply shook my head, turned on my heels and headed back to the front door. I had other places where I could lay my head for the night and not necessarily on my own if I chose it.

"Don't act that childish Mike and don’t be so jealous. We are not teenagers…....if we really understand each other well, then we should not have any problem with this kind of harmless adult fun. " Stacy's words floated after me as I slammed the door behind me, but she didn't chase after me. Bit difficult when she had no clothes on I suppose.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM'S college PICNIC


(COPIED FROM A RECENTLY POSTED EXBII STORY. SLIGHTLY CHANGED)

Hi this is Rahul. I am studying in 11th. I live in Colaba Mumbai. I want to tell about an incident that happened exactly a year before in February. I was in 10th that time. I had just finished my exams on 23rd February and was enjoying a nice vacation till the results would be out. My mom is a college teacher for primary section of class 2nd. She is 35 years old, 5"4 in height, having a statistics of 34-30-36. She is whitish and has long silky hair till her ass. She always wears sleevless blouse with a low neck and chiffon sarees. She has a craze for those transparent sarees. At home she wears a sleeveless, semi transparent gown again with a low neck. When she serves food I can clearly see her boobs because she doesn’t wear a bra at home. At home just me, mom and dad live.
I know that most of my friends would come to my home after playing in the evening and ask for water and when my mom would come all will stare at her body. Even many neighbors would glance at her when she used to come from work or market.

It was 27th Feb last year and I was just enjoying the vacations after exam. My mother told that the teachers are all going for picnic to khandala and lonavala for a one day trip. My mom asked if I was
Interested in coming. She said if I don’t go with her, dad will not allow her go there. I told no to her since I knew that all uncles and aunties of her college will be there and I was not interested at all. But then my father told me that if I go with mom we both can go to Pune from there to my cousin’s place for vacation so I readily agreed. Then my mom asked me to pack my bag and take all I needed to eat at night. Then in the morning she woke me up at 5:30 and told me to take bath and come. I came and dressed quickly. I saw mom. She was wearing a light green colored chiffon saree and a sleeveless blouse. Today she had taken a hair bath and her hair was silky and so she left it loose. I could clearly see her black bra inside. Then we both caught a taxi and went to her college at 7.

There was a semi deluxe bus standing at the gate and I asked my mom how many teachers were there in all she said 25 female and 7 male teachers. Then all the teachers saw me and asked me how did I do in the exams how much will I get which college I wanted to join and which stream I liked and blah blah. Then the bus started at 7 30. Me and mom sat in the 2nd seat behind the driver. All the teachers were talking to one another. Then some teachers called me back and started speaking to me then I came forward to my seat after half an hour and I saw that mom was sitting with Sharma uncle and laughing with him. I went and sat behind them and was listening what they were talking. I couldn’t hear because it was all too noisy. Then I saw a mirror hanging on the separation wall between the driver and the first seat and it was tilted downwards. I could see that Sharma uncle was playing with my mom’s navel hole removing her saree slightly from her belly and she kept rubbing her hand on his thighs. Then all the teachers told that they will play antakshri.


I was not interested so I picked my video game and started playing. I was keeping a watch on both of them. After few minutes I saw that they both were standing last at the back and all teachers were singing and uncle was keeping his hands on my mom’s ass. He was rubbing it very slowly and feeling the softness of her huge flesh over there. Mom was enjoying it very much but she was careful also. So she requested him to stop. But Sharma uncle was not removing his hand. Mom then very careful tried to saw that if anybody watching them or not. Then she suddenly gave a quick squeeze on Sharma uncle’s balls over his pant. Sharma uncle jumped with this sudden attack and removed his hand from my mom’s ass. Mom smirked. No one watched it because mom did it very quickly with the blink of an eye.. I was very keenly watching it and I got a hard on. Then after 3 hours we reached Lonavala. Then we asked the driver to park the bus near the Bushi Dam waterfall. Although water was not flowing outside the lake was completely full with water.
All the teachers told that here down it’s very dangerous since it is deep but if we climb a little upward then there was a small pond where they could relax. Then after walking for half an hour we reached there. All the teachers jumped into the water and started splashing water on each other. Even my mom and uncle were inside the water and playing. I just hung around since I was not interested. Then after sometime my mom said she forgot the camera and told she will get it from the bus. Sharma uncle told that he will go with her. I slowly followed them to the bus. Then they met some other teacher on the way who went to get their cameras. I quickly went ahead them and sat inside the bus at the last seat. After 10 minutes my mom and Sharma uncle came inside the bus. All the windows were shutdown. Immediately both started kissing each other. Sharma uncle took my mom in his arms and started pressing her ass with one hand and her boobs with other. After few minutes of fierce kissing and biting they whispered something to each other. Then they both laid down on the floor of the bus. Her hair was set loose by him and he started to remove my mom’s pallu and after that he slowly removed her blouse. Then my mom removed her bra and I saw her totally naked boobs after a very long time.


It was damm big and white in color. Her nipples were big, uneven and black in color. He started sucking it. My mom started moaning loudly ... she said “UFFFF itna jor se mat choso ....mai pagol ho joungi. (don’t suck it to hard otherwise I will become mad). Sharma uncle then started kissing her naval and pressed her boobs with both the hands. This is the first time I was seeing my mother in this position. I never knew she had such a desire for other man. Later I came to know that mom and Sharma uncle was having an affair for almost 5 years and he was fucked her every chance he got. In the mean time Sharma uncle slid down my mom’s saree and went for the panty and slid it down till her knees and started licking her cunt. She started moaning more loudly and he started fingering her. They ware taking heavy risk because any one could come near the bus and listen to her moan. He then removed his shorts and he did not wear any inner wear. Sharma uncle then inserted his cock in her cunt and she moaned more now. She told “dheere se lagao na baba…… uuff dukh raha hai .....
but he didn’t listen to her and started banging her very hard. I thought he would not last long because he was fucking her very very hard. But I was amazed to see his energy. He was fucking her like an automatic machine. Mom moaned “aur nahin……..ab bas koro….. is bar tume or vi mouka milega” ...... but he was not listening to her request. He was in his seventh haven. Then mom used a trick to make him empty quickly. She started playing with his balls and some times pinched his balls hard .................within a minute he cummed in to her pussy. As soon as the fuck was over mom quickly sat on the floor of the bus and started wearing her dresses. Sharma uncle also followed her but he was not very satisfied with the fuck. He needed more. I watched my clock. They did it very quickly within 20 minutes of time. I understood that they did it before. Then they both got up and cleaned everything and went out. I then quietly followed them. Now I knew how she was.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM'S college PICNIC
Last Part

Then they both started clicking photos and then we ate there at the lake side and it was evening we came to a hotel and had some snacks and drinks. It was around 6 pm my mom told me that she has to go to her mother’s house and leave me there at Pune. Tomorrow she will take a bus from there and leave. Suddenly Sharma Uncle told us that it is not good going alone at this time. He said he will come with us. He told us that he will leave mom at Pune and will return to Mumbai taking a night service bus.



So we bid other teachers farewell and they went back to Mumbai. We took a lift in a taxi and got down at Pune S.T depot. Then it was already 8. My mom told that the house is near and asked Sharma uncle to come. Then we went to her mother’s house and only grandmom and grandfather were there at home. My mom introduced Sharma uncle to them and told they were collegues and they knew each other for a long time. She said he came to leave us here since it was not safe to go alone. Grandmother and Grandfather thanked him for his help and asked him to have dinner with us. We had Dinner at 9:15 and by 9: 45 he said that now he will go back to Mumbai. Then my mom said it’s late, and requested him to go in the morning with her. Even my grandparents also told him that it’s late and he should go in the morning.

They have a hall and a room in the ground floor and we have 2 rooms and a balcony in the upper floor. That night me and mom slept in one room and Sharma uncle in the other room. We went to bed at 11 pm after chatting for sometime with our grandparents. They asked me about how I did in my exams and what my plans ware after the exam. I told that I will go to my cousin’s place here at Pune the next day and stay with them for a week. Then mom ,Sharma uncle and my grandparents were talking while I watched some TV programs. I knew at night something was 2 happen.
After we went to our rooms mom locked the door. She then changed her saree and wore a sleeveless gown. I could clearly see her huge boobs because she dint wear a bra. After changing her dresses she went in to the attached bathroom and there she removed her panties. I pretended to fall asleep soon.


After 30 minutes or so, I heard a noise. I saw Mom opened the door and locked it from outside. Then I quickly got up and opened the balcony door. Both the rooms had a door which opened at the balcony side. So I went to the balcony. Then the window of their room was not closed because clothes were put there for drying on a string which was attached to the iron grill and so windows couldn’t be closed. The night lamp was on and I took cover behind the clothes.
My mom and Sharma uncle were kissing each other madly. He was sucking her lower lips and tongues and left her hair loose. After some noisy sucking and kissing Sharma uncle started pressing her boobs. Mom quickly removed her gown and now she was totally naked. My penis got erected at 90 degrees seeing her big boobs with erect nipples and her clean shaved pussy. I started stroking my dick. First I felt some guilt but I knew there was nothing wrong in it. Then Sharma uncle started sniffing her arm pits and her belly for enjoying her womanly smell. Then he started sucking her boobs while my mom fingered her cunt. Sharma uncle then lifted her and put her on the bed. Now I got a clearer view of everything. Again he started biting her boobs softly and kissing her nipples. Mom started moaning loudly now. He then started to kiss and suck her deep naval hole. Then Sharma uncle put her mouth on her mound. I understood he was now sucking her pussy to make her ready for his fuck. Mom moaned "ufff aaahhhhhhhh aur tez karo aur tez ....... mazzaa aaraha hai" ...... He then removed his shorts and he was totally naked now.



Then mom started stroking his cock and then he started fingering and kissing her pussy. It was all clean shaved. I think she might have done all preparations before. Then he sat on her chest and mom started sucking his cock. She took the entire cock in her mouth and started sucking it. He started to pre cum and she sucked everything. Then she started playing with the balls and pinched it and was teasing him. Sharma uncle then went near his bag and took out a pack of condom from the side pocket of the bag. He then wore that condom quickly and started penetrating his dick into her pussy. Within a minute he started pounding her mercilessly. He was thrusting her so hard that their bed was started giving sounds. They tried all the positions one by one. I was really amazed watching Sharma uncle’s stamina and staying power. Then they lied down in 69 positions and started sucking each others sex organs. Mom was sucking his cock and he was drinking her holy fluid.
Finally he made her lie in the doggie position and started to penetrate his cock into her ass.
It all went for more than 1 and half hours. Then they both laid down. I quickly went to my bed and started dreaming about my mom.
In the morning she and Sharma uncle left for Mumbai. I heard them planning that how they can stop to some resort in the way to spend some quality time alone and then go to Mumbai in the evening. That's all.
(THE END)