Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sharmila Succumbs To Curiosity


Last Part

She could feel one of his hands grip her ass and pull her tight against him. Though Sharmila was not very keen; after all how much can one get fucked; but he perhaps had not even masturbated since Ritu had gone away and was making up for lost time.

His cock was like an iron rod that was pressed its length between their bellies. Sharmila immediately pulled her leg up and over the top of his. She was open now for him to play. They kissed and touched, he sucked on her breasts and made her nipples become as stiff as marbles. She could have almost cum again without him touching her. She had my hand around his cock when he threw the covers back and grabbed her legs with both of his hands and pulled them apart. He planted himself on top of her and told her that he couldn't wait any longer, that he wanted his cock inside of me. Again. She was quite thankful that her pussy was extremely wet with the previous climax. Vijay guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy and slowly eased his weight down on top of her. In two thrusts it was inside her.

They would have been locked together again, but he made her lie on her back and pushed her knees back against her chest allowing him deeper penetration inside her. The more he reamed his cock in and out of her the looser and more sensitive her pussy lips became. She told him that if he wanted he could squirt his load of cum inside of her and perhaps that is what he wanted to hear because at that moment he withdrew all but the bulbous head from her pussy-lips and said. 'Just one more request. Doggy style.' She nodded.

He pulled her hips until she was on her knees and elbows. She spread her legs apart and arched her back so her pussy was exposed to him. Vijay mounted her from the rear and it was easier for him to penetrate her . He pulled her hips tight against his pelvis and she knew that she could feel the tip of his cock touching her pussy lips. She braced herself as he slammed his cock into her for about five minutes before he let loose with another load of hot searing sperm. She could feel the hot jets of liquid squirt deep inside of her. Again and again the liquid spewed from the slit at the end of his cock. When he finally finished she could feel a large amount of his sperm squirt from her pussy and leak down the cheeks of her ass and onto the sheets. Her eyes wandered towards the wall clock. 'My God! Its late. You better get going. My maid will be here any time.'

Things did not proceed further because Ankit returned earlier than expected (the same evening). A few days passed uneventfully. One evening Vijay happened to see Ankit and Sharmila as they were leaving to attend some social function. Sharmila was wearing a black saree. She had on a halter neck blouse and the saree was tied at least three to four inches below her belly button. Vijay tried hard not to stare but couldn't help it. She was looking very pretty.. a unique combination of exquisite dressing and tasteful jewellery.

Vijay awoke the next morning reflecting on the night before. He felt his cock begin to grow. He pulled his cock out and began to gently stroke it.

He thought better of it when he heard someone get in the shower. He put his dick back in his underwear, threw on some jeans, and slipped out of the bedroom door bare chested, heading down the stairs.

He hoped it was Ankit in the shower and that Sharmila was downstairs, not the other way around. He heard dishes rattling as someone was getting coffee. He rounded the corner and there she was. Sharmila was wearing just a long shirt down to her knees, and panties underneath. She turned her head when she heard a noise behind her, and she smiled a nervous smile when she saw Vijay.

'You.. you shouldn't be here.' She cried.

'You are such a tease. I just couldn't help it.' Vijay replied.

'But Ankit is around. And we had decided that we would do it only once.'

'I… I know but Ankit is in the bathroom and after last evening I couldn't control myself. Please try to understand. I know you love Ankit and he too must be loving you. I too love you. I can't really help it, can I? Ritu is also not here and even if she was she is well, okay. But she is my wife and I love her also. I know as a lady you wish to avoid any activity that may lead to pregnancy. If you are off the pills, let me know and I'll go right away. But at this moment I need you. As a friend. Please don't refuse me.'

'Okay. I won't but try to understand.Don't be greedy. You have already fucked me once. Just as we had decided so lets stop here. We can do two things. Either we stop this fucking right now. It would be embarrassing for me to be caught either by Ankit or by Ritu with your cock in my pussy. After all my idea was not to be unfaithful but to experiment. If you want to carry on fucking me, then somehow we have to ensure that Ankit also gets to fuck Ritu'.

'I don't mind but please don't waste this time. Please.' He begged.

It was true that his presence was not an unpleasant surprise Her crotch had begun to tingle with excitement just at the sight of him. What he said broke down whatever little resolve she had to refuse him. She too had noticed Vijay's stare the previous evening but had pretended to ignore it. Just as Ankit had started the car, she had looked at Vijay and given him a teasing smile.

She was surprised when he slipped his arms around her waist and his lips were on hers. It was true that the shower was going and she knew that Ankit was out of the way but it was risky nevertheless. Her mouth sucked on his lip eagerly as his hands slid up over her shirt to grasp her breasts.

"Mmmm…" she moaned into his mouth as his hands kneaded them erotically. Tingles of arousal shot from her breasts straight down to her crotch, and her pussy moistened. The young demure wife was helpless when he spun her around, and her arms went around his neck.

They kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other's mouth as he pressed her against the counter. He squeezed her ass cheeks through her shirt as they made out, and Sharmila was very conscious of the bulge in his jeans pressed against her belly.

She broke the kiss and began to kiss at his chest, her tongue snaking out and teasing at his nipple. She allowed him to lift her up onto the counter and she watched, passively as he slid her shirt up above her waist. She placed her feet at the edge of the counter on either side of him, showing him her white cotton panties.

Her vagina was buzzing uncontrollably now, anticipating the attention she would soon receive. Vijay knelt down between her legs, he could smell the strong scent of her arousal as he drew closer to her treasure.

He gently kissed her pussy over the moist material of her panties, and she gasped, pleasure shooting up her body. For the first time, Sharmila found herself incredibly happy that Ankit took such long showers!

Impatient, she reached down with one hand between her legs. He watched her as she slowly eased her panties to one side, exposing first little curls of her pubic hair, and then the swollen pink lips of her pussy.

She looked down at the man between her legs, desire in her eyes, holding her panties aside for him. He looked into her eyes as his lips touched her cunt in a kiss. More tingles shot up her shapely body and she had to stifle a moan. His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her delicious pussy up to the top, nudging her clitoris when he got there. He slid his tongue in between the folds of her cunt, tasting her, gathering her juices.

He sucked the lips of her pussy into his mouth and he began to run his tongue lightly up and down them, causing her to squirm before him. "Ohhh…" she sighed, subtly writhing her crotch in his face as he ate her out. He released her lips, his tongue sneaking up to her clit. He teased her sensitive button with his tongue, lightly running a circle around it.

She placed her feet on his shoulders, unable to sit still. Suddenly, he sucked her tiny clitoris into his mouth, trapping it between his lips.

"OHH!" she gasped, a little too loudly as bolts of pleasure fired throughout her body. Vijay ran his tongue lightly but rapidly back and forth across the clit that he held between his lips, knowing she was getting closer to the edge. He released her clit, and using long, soft strokes, began to lap at the little nub over and over again.

"Oh God…" she whispered, feeling an orgasm approach. His tongue was unrelenting, using those long, gentle strokes, she writhed her cunt into his face. "Unh!…." was all she could squeak out as orgasm hit her full force. Her heart was pounding, her breath wouldn't come, the inner walls of her pussy were pulsating. She stretched her legs out behind his head as he continued lapping at her cunt. "Oh God!" she gasped, finally able to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided a little.

Vijay stood up, pulling his cock out of his jeans as he did so. Sharmila stared hungrily at the cock he held in his hand. She had seen, felt it earlier too but she was again mesmerized by it. Her one hand still held her panties to one side as she reached for his cock with the other. Her hand gripped his shaft as he stepped closer.

She eagerly ran it down the puckered lips of her wet pussy, stopping only when it reached her entrance. In the back of their minds, both were aware of the shower still running. He stared down at the sight of his cock pressed against the pink and slightly opened lips of her pussy.

He pushed forward and watched them part for him, allowing him to squeeze inside. "Ohhhh…" she sighed as she felt her pussy slowly fill up. He just kept pushing, her horny pussy taking more and more of his long cock until finally, he was inside her all the way in just one stroke. She was hot and her pussy muscles had a tight grip on his cock, and he just kept himself deep inside her for a moment, cherishing the intense feelings that had overcome him. Still holding her panties to the side with one hand, Sharmila reached up with the other and pulled his head down to her.

Her searching lips found his and they kissed passionately, tongues exploring as he slowly pulled his rod out of her partway. He jammed it back in, hard, and she gasped in his mouth as a bolt of pleasure shot up her body once again. They held each other close as he began to slide himself in and out of her needy pussy, her feet were flailing helplessly behind his thrusting ass.

Ankit continued having his shower, having no idea that his good friend was right down stairs with his cock buried in his wife and that too with her consent.

Sharmila, meanwhile, was on the verge of another orgasm. This man's cock touched her so differently! It felt so good sliding in and out of her like that! She came, moaning, breaking the kiss. Vijay leaned back and watched his dick slide in and out of the pink folds of her pussy, her tiny hand holding those panties so far to the side he was surprised they didn't rip. He began to fuck her harder, knowing that he probably didn't have too much time.

If Ankit were to come around the corner, he would see the bottom of his wife's feet, flailing behind Vijay's ass. Vijay's jeans were around his ankles, his underwear around his knees, and his ass was thrusting full speed in between Sharmila's wide open legs. He would hear her stifled moans of ecstasy.

Vijay continued to pound into her, he could feel his balls begin to heat up and he knew it wouldn't be long now. He moaned, jackhammering into her a few more times quickly.

He grunted, cock jerking inside her, letting loose a thick stream of his hot cum. His dick jerked again, another load of his semen firing inside her. They moaned in unison as he half collapsed on her, his dick still trickling. They both realized suddenly, that the shower had stopped, and neither had an idea how long that was the case.

His lips found hers and they kissed for a moment as he softened inside her. Then they broke it off and he slipped his semi hard penis out of her full pussy, pulled up his pants and underwear, quickly pocketed her panties after taking them off her bare feet where they had slid down and went away as quickly as he had come. She tried to protest when he pocketed her panties but there was no time so she just let the shirt fall back in place. She felt some cum dribble down her legs as she became busy with domestic chores.

Ankit came down moments later, ready for breakfast. Sharmila froze. She knew that her husband too had a strong libido and he got aroused whenever he saw her skimpily attired. Even that was fine but he fondled her breasts and often his wayward hand wandered towards her pussy. He would certainly be surprised at her wetness and that too while doing something as mundane as preparing breakfast.

She told Ankit that breakfast was ready and started going towards her room but was promptly stopped midway.

'You are looking very sexy and I would say your face has a particular glow… akin to what you have when you are aroused.' Ankit said as his hand found her breast under the shirt. Sharmila knew that there was only one way to avoid what would be a catastrophe.

'Come on! If you are in the mood, say so. Why pass it on to me?' she said as she unzipped his trouser and took out his semi erect cock that was gradually hardening.

'Hey, I got to go to the office.' Ankit protested.

Sharmila just ignored him as she licked his cock like a cone before her lips engulfed it in her mouth. Her eyes met that of her husband and she enjoyed the sensation as he gradually stiffened in her mouth. She expelled it from her mouth and for a moment watched it glistening with her saliva. She then took just the head in her mouth and slowly sucked as much of it inside as her mouth could accommodate. Slowly she increased the tempo and it was not long before Ankit discharged. Sharmila kept the cock firmly inside her mouth; she was thinking what a strange day it was. When she had got up she had no idea that she would be having cum in both set of lips that nature had given her. While her pussy lips had enjoyed Vijay's cum her facial lips were filled with her husband's cum.

'That was great.' Ankit said and before going insisted on licking her pussy despite her protestations. O God! does Ankit even know that in addition to my juices, he has also got a taste of Vijay's cum. Ankit quickly went to his bedroom and it was at that moment the bell rang. She opened the door to find Vijay with a plate. It often happened that she would send something edible to his house especially when his wife was away.

'Hi! Where is Ankit?' he enquired cautiously.

'In the bathroom.' She replied innocently.

Immediately Vijay slammed his lips over hers and before she could react he had pried her mouth open and sucked her tongue, his hands over her buttocks. He released her as quickly as he had grabbed her.

Sharmila couldn't help laughing. What was happening? What did providence have in store for her. First Ankit had tasted Vijay though her and now the reverse had happened. Vijay too had tasted Ankit's cum through her. Before she could say anything to Vijay Ankit also came out into the drawing cum dining room. She knew that it gave Ankit a kick to see her skimpily attired especially in the house. This was however the first time that he would see her this way i.e. in just a long shirt and that too without panties( though of course it was not possible to make out that she was pantyless) in front of another man. She watched her husband closely but he appeared quite nonchalant. Vijay and Ankit met one another formally. Vijay thanked them both for taking care of his needs when his wife was away. Sharmila realized that Vijay was speaking the truth. She was indeed taking care of his many needs. Soon Vijay excused himself and left followed by Ankit.

She heard Ankit's car start and she immediately dialed Vijay.

'Why did you kiss me?' she enquired.

'I.. I am sorry. Just couldn't control myself. Was feeling horny.' Vijay replied.

'Horny? When you had discharged just about half an hour back. Vijay, please realize. This is risky. I could have been seen by anyone… the maid, even Ankit.'

'I understand but what the hell! I mean if a man can have two wives, why can't you have two husbands?' Vijay said.

'Sure, why not?' Sharmila said sarcastically ' So why don't you talk to Ankit? And if that is difficult why not tell Ritu that henceforth you will also be Sharmila's husband?'

'I guess you are right. I shouldn't have done that.' He replied.

'Good. Learn to keep your cock in control. Too much playing around with a pussy can be bad for its health.' Sharmila said tongue in cheek and hung up.

She sat and mulled over the day's developments. If things had to carry on as they were carrying on she would have to involve either Ankit or Ritu so that they could have a threesome at least and the risk could be substantially reduced. Thereafter the fourth person could also be involved but the question was how to go about it and who to tackle first; her husband or Vijay's wife.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Fucked By Friend




As the monsoons arrive, I am reminded of another day a couple of years back, when the heavens opened up in a sudden downpour, and took us by surprise in the first rains of the season. It was evening, and I was sitting with my friend Nikhil, having coffee at home. My wife Rashmi, who is an Air Hostess, had yet to return from work, when the downpour started. I got worried, as Rashmi had not taken any rainwear to the airport. I called her up on the mobile, and she said she would manage her way back. So here we were, waiting .

Nikhil is a close family friend. Though himself a bachelor, he visited us often. He liked Rashmi’s cooking, and often teased me for having such a beautiful and accomplished wife. I dare say we too liked Nikhil, and I have often seen Rashmi making extra efforts to make our outings memorable. Suddenly, the door opened, and Rashmi stood at the doorway, completely drenched. From where she stood, she could see me, but Nikhil was hidden by a partition in the living room. She was wearing her work clothes- a blue skirt, ankle length, and a white top. But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result, and the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6 , with a body of 34-25-34, she stood there like a goddess. ‘What a way to get caught in the rain’, she exclaimed, as she walked into the room, absorbed in the need to divest herself of her clothes. ‘I am wet to my core, darling ,’she said. And before I could say anything, she took her shirt over her head to take it off.

Her flat stomach came tantalizingly into view, and her belly button glistened with rain drops that had found a way through her shirt. Soon, her bra came into view. And then the shirt was off. All this happened in a split second. It was only when she had taken off her shirt that we heard a sharp intake of breath, and she became aware of Nikhil. We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rashmi, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with her husband and another man looking at her. Nikhil recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence. ‘Gosh, Rashmi, you have a beautiful body’, he muttered. She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom. Nikhil kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner together. Things were normal on the surface, but when I saw the glances Nikhil cast surreptitiously on Rahmi’s breasts, and her demure manner, I knew things had changed unmistakably.

The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see that. Now I love Rashmi very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship. However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was happening, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work. I also felt safe with the idea, as I knew Nikhil, and knew he would no do anything that might hurt my wife. I got my mobile to ring a test call. I picked it up, and appeared disconcerted. Dropping the phone, I said there was an emergency, and my boss had summoned me to the office. Before they could protest too much, I told them to go ahead with their dinner, and slipped out of the house. I started my car, took it out of the driveway, and parked it around a bend. Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room from an open window. They were at the table, but Nikhil was not eating much. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face.

I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating. ‘Seeing you today has ignited a different hunger', said Nikhil. This was a totally different Nikhil I was seeing, with his direct come-on. ‘Really?' said Rashmi. ‘Then I have a suggestion. Get out of my house’This was unexpected. That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Nikhil got up from the table. ‘At least let me help you with keeping the dishes’, he said. Rashmi glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I was. Nikhil followed Rashmi. I am sure her swinging hips and her wide ass, tantalisingly in front of him, combined with the events of the evening, totally turned Nikhil’s head at that point. As Rashmi bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Nikhil grabbed her from behind. I could see Rashmi’s back stiffen, and then she turned back, her breasts heaving in anger, and looking all the more voluptuous . ‘Get out’, she screamed. By now, Nikhil had gone beyond reason. ‘Not after such an invitation, you sexy woman’, he rasped. Things were turning serious now.

From my hiding place, I wondered what to do. I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me back. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. Nikhil had held Rashmi’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. ‘Let go’, screamed Rashmi. ‘Not so fast’, said Nikhil. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. ‘I want to see you naked, now’, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rashmi was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Nikhil. He only gurgled, and yanked at the bra, which came off in one go. There was Rashmi, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed. Nikhil still held her hands, and took her body in. ”Wow’, he hissed. ‘I don’t know how I have controlled myself all these years’. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and got out of his trousers. I gasped when I saw his tool.

It was at least 8.5 inches long, and much thicker than mine. ‘Suck me’, he hissed. ‘Never’, screamed Rashmi. Without warning, Nikhil slapped her hard. Red marks were left on her cheek, and a faint dribble of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. I was about to come out of my hiding place, when he sat down on the sofa, and dragged her to a kneeling position in front of him,. Holding her hair, he brought her face close to his cock, and brushed her lips with his crown. She still struggled, But Nikhil was firm. He started kneading her nipples with his hand. I could see Rashmi’s nipples harden. Slowly, I could see her resistance wane, and I relaxed. ‘I can’t take all this in my mouth’, she said. ‘You’ll be surprised’, laughed Nikhil, as he pushed his cock into her beautiful mouth. She nearly gorged, but then opened her mouth wide to accommodate him. Now Nikhil was fucking my wife’s face, and I couldn’t but feel the excitement.

His thick cock went repeatedly in and out of her face, like a piston. He kept massaging her back, and squeezing her breasts. Soon, he reached a crescendo, and emptied his cum into my wife’s mouth. I could see her panic when he came, as she had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed every drop skillfully. Now he made her stand up, and told he to strip. ‘Take off your salwar and do a mujra for me’, he hissed. By now, Rashmi was fully into the game. She quietly slipped out of her salwar and panties. Standing naked in front of Nikhil, she switched on the music, and began to move her hips seductively. ‘Oh Baby’, whispered Nikhil. He soon regained his erection. He then went to her and with one swoop, gathered her in his arms. Then he took her to our bedroom, onto our bed. I quietly followed, and stayed in the shadows. He made her lie on the bed, and lifted her legs, spreading them. His tool was massive now. Without warning, he dove into her. ‘Ouch’, I heard Rashmi yelp. That seemed to spur him on.

Thoroughly dominating Rashmi, he rammed into her with that monstrous cock of his. Rashmi gasped and cried, but soon her cries turned to moans. Despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy herself. Suddenly, Nikhil took his tool out. ‘I’m not going to let you off so easily, darling’ he whispered. He quickly turned her on her belly, and lifted her buttocks up in the air. Taking some jelly from the dressing table, Nikhil put one finger up the crack in her ass. ‘That hurts’, said Rashmi. Nikhil responded by simultaneously stroking her cunt. Slowly, I could make out that Rashmi’s ass was getting relaxed. Soon, Nikhil had two fingers in her ass. Then he held her hips, and thrust his rod into her ass. He went in slowly this time, then increased pressure. Soon, the entire length started going in. Rasmi was by now neighing like a mare. Nikhil pulled her hair back , as he humped her. After for what appeared like ages, he came, and rolled off her. They lay by the side of each other, and I knew it was time for me to return officially. I ran back to my car, and drove it back to the house.

I rang the bell, and a very disheveled. Rashmi and a guilty looking Nikhil greeted me at the door. ‘Did you enjoy your dinner, Nikhil?’ I asked. ‘I hope Rashmi’s pudding was tasty’, I further enquired, as he kept getting redder and redder. When Nikhil left, Rashmi wanted to go off to sleep, but I was having none of it. The evening had set my cock on fire. That night, we had one of our wildest nights in bed. (End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MERI RENDI MA KI CHUDAI


I am a boy of nineteen years of age. My name is Shailendra. It is a true story. My friend Sunil and I were true friends. We shared every thing between us. Every thing means every thing. When we were preparing for our secondary exam, one day he confessed me that he likes my mother very much. He thinks that my mother is the sexiest woman on earth. He then told me that he wants to fuck my mom desperately. I said it is impossible. He said yes…he knows that but that’s why it is his dream.

When I was only seventeen years of age I saw my mother being fucked by my uncle and from that day I started thinking that if my uncle could fuck my mother than why can't Sunil.
One day when I returned early from my college I heard some moaning sound coming from my mother’s room. It haunted me and compelled me to look in the room that what is really happening. When I looked through a narrow hole in the door that what is really going on, I found that my mother was completely naked, laughing and smoking near my uncle who was there sited on a chair. My mother was really looking very sexy. After some times I saw that my uncle also become naked and the real story begins. After that he fucked my mother really very hard. She was moaning and screaming under real pleasure. I immediately got out from there and back after some times. Till that time the game was over and they were behaving very normally, but the fucking scene was still revolving in my mind.
One day it happened that only Sunil, me and my mother were there in the house alone. My mother went to take bath. When she was bathing I tried to find any small hole in the door so that I may see my mother naked once again but I didn't succeed. Then when my mother came out of bathroom she was only in towel. She was again looking very sexy. Sunil at that time was in my study room. I thought that today it is the golden chance for Sunil to fuck my mother. I went near to her, gave a smile and instantly pulled the towel. As I pulled the towel she became completely nude and started to hide her boor (pussy) by both her hands. She told me Shailendra what are you doing? I didn't reply.
She asked me to instantly give the towel and get out of the room but I told her that my friend Sunil wants to play the same game with you which you were playing with the uncle that day. She was really ashamed to know that I saw her fucking. I also told her that if you will not allow Sunil to fuck you, I will tell all this to my father. Hearing that, she became ready and told me that “O.K. do as you like but don't say any thing to your father”. I immediately called Sunil from my study room. Sunil was stunned to see my mother in such condition. I told him to do whatever he wants to do with my mother. He asked her to take off her hands from the boor (pussy) and let him see that very clearly as we have not seen the boor of any grown up lady. It was my first experience. She took of her hands and we were really delighted to see her pink boor (pussy) with lots of hair all around covering her boor (pussy). I asked my mother that, that day you were also smoking, why don't you smoke near us, it will really please both of us. My mother also now becoming shameless, she told me that O.K. beta (son) if you like this take the cigarette from the cupboard. I brought the cigarette and now she was also enjoying with us. It was really a great experience. Then teasing my mother Sunil asked her that “tell me aunty what you call pussy in Hindi?” She was feeling very shy in telling the name then very lightly she told Sunil in his ear that the name of this funny thing in Hindi is "boor". Sunil again asked her to repeat her. Then she speak several times that this is boor boor boor boor boor. Then I asked her that what you call your breast in Hindi. She told that this is known as "chuchi" and it gave us lots of pleasure. Mother then told Sunil to take of all his cloths soon before some body comes.
Sunil instantly put of all clothes and she was really fantasized to see his long lund (cock). She hold his lund (cock) in her hands and started masturbating. It was really giving Sunil lots of pleasure. Then she put his lund in her mouth and started sucking it really hard. Mother was really behaving like a "rendi"(Whore). Sunil told my mother that he will also like to fuck her ass that she called "gand" in hindi. She readily agreed but told Sunil that “this we will do some days later”. Then she told me “beta please aj tum Sunil ko bolo ke sirf boor chod kar santosh ho jaye, baki ka bad me eak achche din dekhke ham sab milke plan korenge.”

I then told Sunil “jaldi se apna lund dalkar ma ki chudai suru karo nahin to koi aa jaiga to maja kharab ho jaiga". I also told Sunil “achche se chodna meri ma ko, sirf tume hi nahi ma ko vi sukh milna chahia. Sunil also agreed and fucked her really hard. From that day onwards Sunil regularly fucks my mother and I very much like to shave her boor (pussy) and armpit hairs. She really looks like a teen girl with her shaved boor.
Now me and my mom are very closed to each other. Mom even sends me to purchase condoms for their fucking sessions. She changes her sari in front of me being totally naked. Some time after spending the whole afternoon with Sunil, when she feels really tired, she requests me to clean her cum filled petticoat and bedcover before my fathers return from office. Sunil is still my best friend and we are trying to extend our horizon. We have now agreed that after our marriage we will fuck each others wife regularly. We have also decided to occasionally exchange each others wife for a week or two. Presently we are discussing about a plan that how we could make each others wife pregnant and raise each others child.
(End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM SON

I'm Sujay . My mother Umma is a beautiful lady. She is 37 now and I am 18. Girls in the Northern part of Kerala get married at a very young age. My father was a bus driver. Four years ago my father died in terrible a bus accident. Zafar was working with my father as a bus conductor. After my father died he used to come to our house regularly. Two years before my mother married Zafar. Because Zafar was '. and we were ***** all our relatives stopped seeing us. After marring my mother Zafar went to Dubai for a Drivers job with a very good income.

My mother is whitish, with good sized boobs and bottom. I get excited by her breasts and plump buttocks. She dresses very casually at home and sometimes doesn't wear any bra underneath her blouse. Once when she wore a cream colored blouse I could make out the outlines of her areolas of her breasts.

At night I sleep with my mother in the bedroom as she is afraid of sleeping alone. I lie close to her often putting my arms over her and she doesn't mind it. Mother removes her sari and wears only her blouse and petticoat while sleeping. While my Zafar comes from Dubai, she sleeps with him. A few months after my stepfather came, mother became pregnant. Around this time Zafar took a few months leave from Dubai and we all moved into a new apartment at Cochin. The new apartment had only one bed room. My father and mother slept on one bed and I slept on the mattress in the floor. My younger sister was born in October. While my mother breast fed the baby, I saw the full breasts of my mom. Those milk pots excited me. One night as Zafar was sleeping; the baby woke up and started crying. Mom woke up and unbuttoned the blouse and started feeding the baby. At this time Zafar got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and returned. I lay motionless on the mattress. Zafar sat on the bed next to mom and watched her feed the baby. Mother teasingly asked father whether he too was hungry.

Mom, then put the baby on the cradle and rocked it till my sister slept. Then she returned to the bed and switched off the bed lamp. In the faint light I saw my Zafar moving towards my mother. He placed his hand on her belly and moved upwards. On reaching the blouse he started to caress the breasts. He started unhooking the blouse buttons and then mom got up and helped Zafar to remove the blouse. Zafar took one nipple in his mouth and started sucking while he played with the other breast. Mom let out a soft moan. I got very excited. I was only a few feet away from all this action. I could feel the deep breaths of my parents. They must have assumed that I was asleep. I held my breath and waited for more action.

My stepfather then untied the knot of mom’s petticoat and slid it down her leg. Then he tore off his lungi. He then moved down the bed and put his head between my mom’s thighs. I was unable to make out what he was doing there. Mom seemed very excited during this period. He started rubbing this place vigorously and mom started making a 'OOOOHHHHH' sound. Zafar then crept over her body and started kissing mom all over the face, neck and chest. After all this kissing he got up from the bed, pulled mom towards the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart and slowly pushed his penis into her cunt. At the first time mom complained of some pain, Zafar then took some baby oil from the shelf and applied it on his penis and between moms thighs and said to mom 'Now it will be fine' and slowly inserted his penis into her. Slowly he started it ramming in and out and I heard the 'plop plop' sound along with mother’s soft 'AAAHHH AAAAHHH' moans. Mom started moaning wildly as father increased speed. After sometime father stopped pumping and took his thing out of her cunt and mom started to fiddle with it. Later both went to the bathroom and returned after about half an hour.

Next morning mom was very cheerful. I waited for more action in the next couple of days, but I was disappointed. A few weeks later my Zafar left for Dubai. Mother seemed itchy after he left. I continued to sleep with mother in the same bed. One night, after dinner my mom was helping me with my college homework. My baby sister started crying. Mom took the baby, asked me to hold her for a minute. She then removed the part of the sari over her breast and started opening the blouse buttons. I got an immediate erection. She then took the baby and started feeding her. My mind was away from homework and I wanted to see her nipples. She caught me staring at her breasts and she did'nt seem to mind. She asked me "Finished your homework". I nodded and went to bed and lay down there. After putting the baby in the cradle, mom came to the bed and lay next to me. I put one leg over her body and she came close to me and asked "What is it, Sujay ? " She then turned towards me. It was then I noticed that her blouse was partially open in the front. I could see a nipple. She caught me again staring at her breast. She smiled and asked me. " Do you too want my milk". I blushed. Slowly she pulled up one side of her blouse and exposed one of her breast completely and said to me" The baby is not taking enough milk these days. My breasts feel very sore" and started squeezing her nipple. A drop of milk emerged.

I placed my hand on her breast and asked "Is it painful ?" She said " A bit" I couldn't wait for long. I placed my mouth on the nipple and started sucking. OHH MAA. Sweet warm milk filled my mouth. This is not a dream ... I thought. Mom then asked me to wait, while she removed her blouse. Now two full breasts waited in front of me to be sucked. I played with one while I sucked the other. Mom seemed happy. Meanwhile my penis was erect like a baton. It was poking on mom. She said 'Sujay, Let me see ". She slid down the shorts and was quick to hold on my erect member. She started pushing its skin up and down. She then whispered, “Sujoy if you promise me to keep it as a secret then I can allow you to put your things between my legs”. I just said O.K but what do you want to do. Mom murmured “we are going to fuck”, then she slid down her pettycoat and lay naked on the bed. She spread out her legs and I saw her unshaven pussy. She took my head and place it over her pussy. I inserted my finger into the hole and moved it in and out. Soon juices started flowing out her cunt. Mom got up again, raised her bottom a bit and placed a small pillow below her bottom and lay over it and spread over her legs. She then asked me to climb over her and helped me to insert my prick into her hole. Her hands guided by inexperienced shaft into her hole. It went into the hole easily. I could feel the warm cunt walls. Then she slowly pushed me back and forth. I finally got the rhythm and pushed the penis in and out of the wet hole. Mom was wild with excitement. Meanwhile I played with her full breasts. I couldn't hold out for long and I pumped the entire cum inside her.

Next time I was able to hold out for more time. Over the next few days of fucking mom gave me lots of new experiences. She took my organ in her mouth and licked me to ecstasy. I licked her cunt until she was satisfied on another night.

When Zafar comes from Dubai mom sleeps with him and doesn’t care about my needs. She does not talk much with me also. But when Zafar returns to Dubai mom asks me to sleep with her again and we start to live as husband and wife.

She says that she won't let me pregnant her like Zafar but other than that she will allow me do every thing that Zafar does with her.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad





part1
My name is Arun and I am 30 years old. I live in an Indian city and work as a Sales Manager in a multinational firm. My wife's name is Doly and she is 26. We have been married for about two years. She used to work in the same company as me as a receptionist when we fell in love, dated for a while and got married. Doly was and is exquisitely beautiful, with a flawless complexion, perfectly featured face and a body that looks like it has been sculpted using an hourglass template. She is slim, has long silky hair, medium sized and firm boobs, and a round as with curves that are hard to hide even in loose clothes. Obviously, she had many suitors in our company, so I felt very lucky when I convinced her to be my girlfriend and then my wife.

During our courtship, I had come to know that Doly was always considered a talented painter, but because her family was not very well off financially, she could not pursue her dream of becoming an artist too seriously. Since I earned more than enough for us to live lavishly, I suggested that after marriage, Doly should quit the dead-end receptionist job and work on her art, something she was delighted to do. So Doly would stay at home, do household chores, and attend painting lessons at a local college three days a week. Although she was always a good artist, I saw the lessons make a difference as her art evolved from a competent-but-amateur level to more sophisticated.

We lived in a big house that used to belong to my late parents, so we converted the store room into her "studio", with paints, brushes, canvases, easels, and everything. Doly spent most of the day in her studio painting some thing or the other, and soon the houses in our walls were adorned with a lot of different landscapes and still life paintings.

Then her lessons moved on to the final phase - portraits. To complete her course and have her paintings displayed in the college exhibition, she had to draw a life-sized portrait of someone. Her first choice was me, but the subject would have to sit in front of her for hours, for days at end, and my work hours as a sales managers were demanding and erratic. So Doly reluctantly agreed that I could not be a subject. She started asking some of her other friends, and some of or relatives, but they were either too busy or lived too far away to come to our house and sit in Doly's studio very often.

Finally Doly had run out of all possible options and was getting very distraught, when one evening I said to her,

"Hey, what about Pravin uncle?"

"Who is Pravin uncle again?" Doly asked with a furrowed brow.

"He is an old family friend of ours who lives down the street. You remember that big green bungalow on the corner?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"He lives there alone. He is retired, his wife is no more, and his kids are all in the US. I am sure he will be free and willing to help you out."

"Hmmm...but Arun" Doly countered, "Just his being free isn't enough. He should also make a good subject looks wise, you know."

"Well, he is no Adonis..." I said.

"No, I don't mean he should be handsome or good looking. He should look...oh how do I explain.... never mind. I'll see him and decide." she said.

"You know, he was at our wedding. But since we had so many guests, you might have forgotten his name." I said, getting up, "Let me get our wedding album and show you."

I went to the shelf, got our wedding album, flipped the pages until I reached a picture of us with Pravin uncle, and showed it to Doly.

"See, he is no Greek god." I said as Doly studied the picture. And he wasn't. Pravin uncle was almost bald, dark skinned, short, with a big paunch and stubby legs.

"Yeah... I didn't want a Greek god but this man is... well... no offence since he is your family friend, but he is ugly." Doly said with her nose crinkled.

"Hahaha." I laughed. "Yeah, I know. You should have seen his late wife. So pretty and graceful even in her older days. Me and the other guys in the neighborhood had a crush on her, and always wondered how he managed to bag her."

"Hehe, anyway, I'll continue looking for other subjects."

Doly looked and asked and requested and pleaded. But she wasn't able to get any commitment. And days were passing by fast. So finally one day she came to me and said,

"You know Arun, looks like I have no choice but to go with your Pravin uncle. If I don't start painting soon, I won't get enough days to finish the painting by the deadline."

"Okay, but what about his ugliness?" I asked, with a smile.

"Hehe. Maybe I'll call it the picture of Dorian Gray towards the end." Doly joked.

That night we both went over to Pravin uncle's house. He was a family friend, but more close to my parents, so ever since they had passed away, I had not met him too regularly. In fact only once, when i went to invite him for the wedding. So he was happy to see me. We spoke about this and that. He asked us about how our married life was. Other small talk. And then I broached the subject of Doly's portrait. When I asked him he started laughing,

"Me? A portrait of me? Are you two pulling my leg? I am an ugly old man." he guffawed.

"No no Pravin uncle, nothing like that. You are very distinguished looking. Isn't he, Doly?" I said.

"Yes yes." Doly said politely, "In fact you are an ideal subject for a portrait with your unconventional looks."

"Haha, you are obviously being polite, but never mind. Sure I'll do it. I don't have much to do all day anyway. I just hang out with some other retired friends, read books, watch TV, and that's it. Modeling for a portrait sounds interesting. When should I come over?"

"Any time during the day is fine. You have our home phone number. This is my cellphone number." Doly said, giving him a card.

And so the portrait painting started. He always came over in the afternoons when I was hardly home. A couple of times he came over on weekends too, and he and Doly were in the studio while I watched TV or napped. The social ties between us improved a lot too. He would come over for dinner or tea, and sometimes invite us over to his house. Doly and Pravin uncle seemed to have a pretty good rapport.

I would check out the portrait every day, and it seemed to be coming along very well. It looked good.... well as good as a subject matter like Pravin uncle could be painted. Finally, a couple of weeks later, the painting was done. It was submitted, displayed in the 2-day exhibition, and Doly got her course completion certificate with the grade A. And Doly decided to take a month long break from painting.

So far so good, right?

Now we come to an afternoon a week or so after the exhibition. I had gone on a sales call very close to my house, and by the time it got done, it was 1 pm. As I was driving back, I realized I was very hungry, so I decided to head home for lunch and then go back to the office. I thought of calling up Doly, but the security officer in our city had become very strict in fining drivers who talk on the phone while driving, so I decided to just send her a short SMS instead - "cmng home fr lnch 2day". After I sent the SMS, I realized I was just five minutes away from home, and if Doly was taking a nap as she often did in the afternoons, there was a good chance I'd reach home before she even read it.

I got home, and parked the car on the street instead of inside our garage, since I would have to leave after lunch anyway. Locked the car, grabbed my lunchbox, and walked towards my house. I opened the gate, walked to the door, and unlocked it using my key and stepped inside. I thought of calling out Doly, but the house was silent, so I assumed she might be taking a nap. I coed the door quietly, and walked to the kitchen, to warm my lunch.

As I stood there, I heard a sound of feet approaching and some voices. I was about to walk out of the kitchen when suddenly,

"Okay, go now, please." I heard Doly say in a worried voice "Arun can get home any minute."

I heard that and instinctively moved sideways, behind the wall, so I was not visible. Who was she telling to go and why was she worried about my getting home, was the question that popped into my head.

"Yes, I am going, but you owe me!" that was Pravin uncle's voice, I realized.

"Yes, ok, fine. Go now! I beg you!" Doly said in a pleading voice. I heard the door open.

"Pravin!!!" she suddenly said in a raised voice and I thought to myself - just Pravin? No Pravin uncle? At this point I could not help myself and I strode out of the kitchen. I saw them and they saw me. I don't know which one of us was more shocked and alarmed.

Here's what I saw. My wife was standing at the door, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. Pravin uncle was at the door, dressed in a shirt and knee-length shorts, one foot outside, one foot inside, and both his hands on my wife's boobs. As I walked out their eyes turned to me, and got as big as saucers.

"What's going on?" I said in a raised voice and started advancing towards them.

Pravin uncle immediately took his hands off Doly's chest and walked away, or should I say ran, towards the gate. I ran to the door and shouted,

"Wait, you son of a bitch!", but he was already running down the street. For a moment I contemplated running after him, catching him and beating the shit out of him. But that's when I felt Doly's hand on my shoulder.

"Arun." she said in a trembling voice.

I turned around, furious and looked at her,

"What??" I yelled.

"Arun, please.... I am sorry... just calm down." she said.

"Calm down? Calm down??" I yelled, shaking her hand off my shoulder. "What the fuck was happening here? What is this? How..."

I fell silent, feeling my rage overcome me. Doly looked at me with tears in her eyes and tried to hug me. I pushed her away, and yelled again,

"Answer me!"

"Please Arun, close the door. The neighbors..." she said.

I banged the door shut very loudly and glowered at her. I now noticed something else. The outline of her boobs and her nipples was visible through her t-shirt. She was not wearing a bra! She noticed me noticing, and immediately folded her hands in front of her boobs, as if it was any use now. I was still shaking with anger, just standing there.

"Arun, please... sit down. Calm down. I'll tell you everything." she said, pulling me towards the couch.

I walked with her and sat down on the couch. Again, she tried to hug me, but I pushed her away.

"Alright, I want to know..." I started talking when suddenly, my cellphone started ringing. Out of habit I took it out of my pocket and immediately answered it,

"Hello." I said, suddenly wishing that I had just ignored it and let it go to voicemail.

"Arun, this is Shastri from BTL Systems. We just met a few minutes ago? I think we can finalize the whole deal today." the voice from the other end said.

"OK...." I said, still a bit dazed.

"Yes, I just have a couple of clarifications about your proposal. If you have it with you, could you turn to page 9?" he said.

For a moment I considered making some excuse and hanging up. But the sales guy in me realized the importance of this call. This was an account I had been trying to win over for almost two years. And finally I was about to succeed. Maybe I should talk to him.

"Yes, Mr. Shastri, just a minute, it is in the next room. Please stay on the line." I said and got up from the couch. Shot Doly a dirty look, and went to the kitchen where I had left my bag. I took out a copy of the proposal, and started referring to where Shastri wanted me to look. Then there were other clarifications and some negotiations. The whole call lasted about 20 minutes. By the time it got done, Shastri was convinced and was going to fax the order to my office.

Done with the phone, I came out to the living room again. Doly was sitting there on the couch with a sullen look on her face. I noticed that while I was on the phone, she had changed out of the shorts and into jeans, and had put a bra on under her t-shirt. My temper had cooled down a lot by now, but I was still upset. I went and sat next to her.

"Okay, talk." I said.

"Arun, I am so sorry. I know how it looks. And I have made a mistake. But it is not as bad as it seems." Doly said.

"Not as bad? What does that mean?" I asked.

"I mean, you might be assuming certain things. It's not like that. I made a mistake, and I won't make it again. Please forgive me." she said, again on the verge of tears.

"I don't get it. Explain." I said.

"I mean I have crossed some lines, for which I am sorry. But I haven't crossed other lines, and never would have." Doly said, starting to cry. I sighed, and sat back, looking at her.

"Has he fucked you?" I asked in a calm voice.

"No! Come on, how can you even think that?" Doly said, crying even harder.

"OK. Then, have you sucked his dick?" I went on.

"Arun!!! No!!!" she said.

"OK, what then?" I exploded "I catch my wife, braless, with an old man fondling her boobs, and her wanting him to go before I come home. It's clear you two weren't playing chess! What happened then? What lines have you crossed? Has he gone down on you?"

"No, no no no!" she said and started crying harder. I sighed with frustration and said,

"You'd better start at the beginning. When did this start? When did it go past him being just a subject for your portrait?"

Doly wiped her eyes, and stopped crying, or rather brought her crying down to a lower level.

"It is tough to exactly say when it started. I guess it started towards the end of my painting him. By then we had developed a good rapport and we started talking about a lot of things.... personal things. He also started paying me a lot of compliments. And he can be very charming. I also noticed that a lot of times, when he thought I wasn't looking, he'd check me out."

"Check you out?" I asked.

"Yes, like when I turned around and bent to pick something up, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was staring at my ass. Or if I was wearing something with a slightly revealing neckline, I'd notice him check out my boobs."

"Okay, and you liked that?" I asked. She stayed silent. "Well, did you?"

"Yeah, it felt nice being admired by an older man. Made me feel special. Reminded me of the days when I used to work and guys would shower me with attention all the time." she said.

"Okay, so what next? How did it reach the stage that I saw today." I asked.

"Well, after I noticed him looking, I guess I started teasing him." she said.

"Teasing him. How?" I asked.

"I'd bend over a lot even when not needed. I'd stay bent for a longer time." she said.

"Wait, what were you wearing when you bent over so much?"

"Initially, I'd wear jeans or trackpants or loose knee-length shorts, and t-shirts. You know, the clothes I usually paint in. But then....." she paused. "... then I started wearing... smaller shorts, and loose skirts and tank tops and...." she paused again "and halter tops."

"You painted wearing skirts and halter tops? How come I never noticed it?" I asked.

"I always changed before you got home." she admitted.

"Okay... so how did he react to your change in clothing?"

"He seemed to like it. He stared longer, and would often fidget and seem uncomfortable."

"Tell me when you crossed what you think was the first line." I asked.

She looked towards the ceiling, as if trying to remember. Then she looked down towards her knees and said in a low voice,

"With the thongs."

"I'm sorry...what?" I could not believe what I had just heard. Doly hardly ever wore thongs. she said they rode up her ass crack and made her feel uncomfortable. So she only wore them on occasions that she wore formal trousers or skirts, to avoid panty lines.

"I started wearing thongs... with those tiny skirts you like." she said. I knew the tiny skirts. They were quite small, about six inches above the knee, and pleated. I always loved how one got a glimpse of her panties when she bent. But she had never worn them with thongs.

"Ok... so he...must have liked it?" I asked.

"Yes. In fact.... he liked it a little too much." she said.

"What does that mean?"

"After I bent over a few times to pick up stuff from the ground, I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. He was me notice, and tried to hide it with his hands. And looked very embarrassed."

"He got an erection?"

"Yes. And that made me feel even more.....bold." she said.

"What did you do? Did you take it out of his pants?" I hissed.

"No!! Come on Arun!! I just.... I went close to him using the excuse of having him change his pose. And then..." she stopped.

"Then?"

"Then I dropped my brushes which were in my hand, in front of him on purpose. And I bent over to pick them up. The skirt rode up and my thong-covered ass was right in front of him."

That's when I realized, with a shock, that I felt a twitch in my cock. The image of my sexy wife in a tiny skirt and a thong, revealing her ass to an old man was turning me on.

"And then.." she continued, "..he touched it."

"He what?"

"While I was bent over..... he reached out with his hand and touched it. I was....surprised that he took the liberty and I just froze like that, bent, in shock."

"Really? In shock or to tease him further?" I asked. She ignored my question and continued,

"After a few seconds I got up and asked him what he was doing. He started apologizing, and said he was sorry. He had gotten carried away. I got angry and told him to leave at once. And he did."

"Ok...then?"

'Then he called me up after a while saying he was sorry and could he come over and explain his mistake. I said OK. So he came over, and said he was a lonely man, and had not had any female companionship since his wife died. And he enjoyed looking at me, because I was pretty. And liked the revealing clothes I wore. That it made him feel young again. But he should have just limited himself to watching, and not touched me."

"OK....what next? Clearly things progressed further." I asked.

"No. That's it. After that I stopped teasing him. And nothing happened. The painting got over. And today I was just taking a nap, when he came in, saying he had been missing me. I was trying to get rid of him. Then I got your SMS. And you saw what happened. That's it." she said and fell silent.

I stared at her for a few minutes and said,

"You're lying!"

"No, I am not!" she protested.

"Yes, you are. I can see it from your face. You are lying. Something more happened. Tell me honestly, Doly. Or I swear, I'm filing for divorce." I growled.

"Arun, please, why do you want to know all these details? I have told you the main thing. I made a mistake by teasing him. He felt me up a little. can't we leave it at that?" she said.

"No, what other lines did you cross? Why did he say you owed him?" I asked.

"That's the only line, of teasing him and letting him touch me. Even if he touched me more later, why does it matter? It won't happen again!" she said, raising her voice.

"I want to know!" I said.

"You asshole!" she hissed, "You just want to know because it is turning you on, isn't it? You are one of those men who enjoy the idea of their wife being a slut? Which is why you hope he fucked me? Is that it?"

"What? No!" I said.

"Then what is that?" she said, pointing at my bulging crotch. Sure enough, the twitch I had felt in my cock had now turned into an erection. "Please Arun. I said I am sorry. I told you the main thing. If you want to divorce me, fine. But I am not talking about this any more. It's over."

She got up, ran to the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. I sat there, wordlessly, unsure of what to do. Two things were sure. I loved her. And that whatever she had done had turned me on. As I thought more about it, I remembered how I always loved it when we went out together and other guys checked her out. Sometimes, she got propositioned when she was out, and she'd tell me about it jokingly. I had liked those stories too. So what was I to do about this situation?
(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART2

If it had been limited to just teasing and some fondling, I guess it was fine. But was that it? Was she lying? I needed to find out. So I stood up, left the house and walked down the street to confront Pravin uncle. I tried to remain calm. I did not want to create a big scene. Just verify a few things.

In a couple of minutes, I was ringing his doorbell. The door was opened by his man-servant.

"Can I see Pravin uncle?" I asked.

"Sahib just left." he said.

"When will he be back?" I asked.

"Don't know. He asked me to pack a bag for him, and said he was going to his sister's place in Calcutta for a few days."

I turned around and started walking back. Pravin uncle, unable to face me, had fled town. I wondered when he would come back. But until he did, I had no way to verify if Doly was telling the whole truth. I went home and Doly was still locked in the bedroom. I could hear her sobbing. I knocked on the door asking her to come out, but she asked me to leave her alone. And I did.

After that I started getting calls from clients and I got busy with them. I called up my secretary and told her I'd be working from home. I sat on the dining table, opened my laptop and got busy answer emails from clients. A couple of hours later, Doly came out of the bedroom and came to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and drinking it asked me,

"Do you want some tea?"

"Yes." I answered, still looking at my laptop screen.

She made tea, we drank it silently. Then I worked some more as she started cooking dinner. The whole day went without too many words being exchanged between us.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART3
A few more days passed since that day I came to know about Doly's dalliances with Pravin uncle. We had started talking normally, neither of us making any reference to "that" topic. I visited Pravin uncle's house a couple more times, but the servant always said he had no idea when he would return from Calcutta.

Then one night, when Doly came to bed, dressed in her usual sleeping garb, a t-shirt without a bra and shorts. She put her head on my chest and hugged me. This was her usual way sign for saying she wanted to have sex. We had not had sex since the day of the revelations. This would be the first time. I rolled her over and started kissing her. We kissed for a few minutes, and then I took her t-shirt off and started playing with her boobs. Licking and biting her nipples like she loved, I had gotten her turned on, and she started breathing heavily.

That's when I said,

"Doly."

"Um hmm?" she moaned.

"I want to ask you something if you promise not to get upset." I said.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, sighed and then said,

"Ok."

"Tell me about the first time he touched your boobs." I said and started playing with her nipples again. She moaned, ran her fingers through my hair and said,

"Power cut."

"What?" I asked, looking around, but the lights were on.

"There was a power cut. And it was a hot day." she said.

"Oh."

"I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. With a bra, before you ask."

"How many days was this after he felt up your ass for the first time?"

She paused a little and said,

"Maybe 3-4 days."

"Had he been feeling you up on subsequent days too?"

"No. I stopped wearing skirts after that. Wore either jeans or shorts." she answered.

"Okay, so there was a power cut. Then?"

She took a deep breath and said,

"It was getting very hot and we were both sweating. He asked me what part of the portrait I was working on, and I said his face. So he asked me if it was OK if he took off his shirt, because he was feeling very hot. I said OK, and he took his shirt off."

"Revealing his huge paunch?" I asked, now kissing her neck.

"Yes."

"Then?"

"Then," she continued "I continued painting. But it really was hot. So he said this is a very unfair world, because men can go topless any time, but women can't. And he said how drenched my t-shirt was with sweat. Then he said I should take it off if I wanted. He promised he wouldn't do anything. I said no, it was OK, but he insisted politely. Finally I though, what the heck. It was very hot, and I was wearing a bra anyway. So I took the t-shirt off."

"And he saw your bra-covered tits?" I asked, sliding her shorts off.

"Yes."

"So how did he touch them?"

"I am coming to that." she said, pushing my pyjamas down. "The bra was drenched too and sticking against my skin, so I had to keep adjusting it. That's when he said I should take it off too. I said no thanks. And he said, take it off, make this old man's day. said he hadn't seen young women's breasts in decades. He also said he had seen parts of me much more private anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts?"

"Hmmmm" I said as I entered his sopping wet pussy with my hard cock.

"Ummm." Doly said, reacting to my entry, and continued. "But I said or did nothing. So he got off the chair he was sitting on, came close to me. I didn't say anything. Just stood like that. He stepped behind me and with one flick of his fingers, unhooked my bra. Ahhhhh."

She moaned louder as I started pumping her harder.

"Go on." I said throatily.

"He then pulled the bra and threw it on the floor, turned me around with his hands on my shoulder. And saw my boobs. He stared at them for a few seconds and then touched them. I wanted to stop him, but I felt what harm could a little feel do?"

She said all this with grunts and pauses in between because now I was fucking her in full earnest.

"What did he do? Describe it for me." I said in between strokes.

"He fondled them, pressed them.......... kissed them, licked them. Ahhh ohhhh.." she started yelling as her orgasm hit. usually, Doly didn't make any noises in bed even when she came. So her moans and her narration drove me over the edge too. We both came together, shaking and quaking in each others arms.

Then we lay together like that, wrapped around each other for a few minutes. Finally I spoke.

"How long?"

"What?" she said.

"How long did he play with your boobs?"

"Maybe five minutes. And then the power came back on. So I told him to stop or else. And he did."

"Didn't you feel aroused?" I asked.

"No." she said a little too quickly.

"Doly!" I said questioningly.

"Well..." she said.

"I know how sensitive your boobs are. It is impossible that you did not feel aroused." I said.

"Yes, I did."

"Then?"

"Well." she said, "I went to bathroom and masturbated."

"Hmm. Ok."

"I am gonna go clean up." she said and went to the bathroom to clean my semen from her pussy.

As I heard the water running in the bathroom, a bee was buzzing in my bonnet. What was it? What was I having trouble putting my finger on? It was something she said that didn't sound quite right.

Then as I saw her step out of the bathroom naked, it hit me.

"Doly." I said.

"Yes, Arun?" she replied, wiping her crotch with a towel.

"Why did he say he had seen parts of you much more private than your boobs?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"You said that when he was convincing you to take your bra off, he said he had seen parts of you that were more private than your boobs anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts? What did that mean?"

"Umm... I don't know." she said. "Maybe he meant my ass-cheeks."

"Really?"

"Yes"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

".....yes" she paused before answering.

"You paused. You're lying, aren't you, Doly?"

She didn't say anything, just glared at me.

"Arun, will you please stop this cross-examination?" she said.

"Doly, listen to me. I promise you, I won't divorce you or anything. I am not as upset by whatever you did with him, as I am by your lying. Just be honest with me." I said.

"Arun, stop doing this to me. No good will come of it. Why do you want these details?" she said angrily.

"I just want to know the whole truth. Is that too much to ask?" I asked.

"Trust me Arun, it will only make you angrier. Let sleeping dogs lie. I am not saying anything else" she said, put her clothes back on, and got into bed. She then closed her eyes and turned away from me.

"He fucked you, didn't he? That's why you won't tell me the whole truth?" I said.

She turned around, looked at me angrily and said,

"No! No! No! He did not." she said

"Then just tell me what happened. Tell me the whole truth." I said.

"OK fine. You want the whole truth. Here's the whole truth." she paused, took a deep breath and continued, "When I was teasing him with thongs under the skirt, he still didn't touch me. He looked, he even commented. But I always said no touching. Since he was listening to me, I got bolder. So one day I wore a short skirt without wearing any panties. And then bent in front of him, and he said I was showing him everything. So I pretended that I had just forgotten to wear them. That it wasn't intentional."

"So did you.." I started to say.

"Don't interrupt. Let me finish. So I said it was accidental. But I still kept bending over, and didn't put any panties on. The next day when I was doing the same thing, he go up, and started touching my butt. And my pussy. And my clit. When he started putting his finger in my pussy, I told him to stop, and he did."

She took a pause for breath and continued,

"The next day is when the power cut happened. That day too, I was wearing a skirt without panties. And then the rest of it that I told you happened. That's why he said he had seen parts more private. And convinced me to go topless."

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"No. After I got topless and he played with my boobs, in a few minutes, he started fingering me too. I told you I went to the bathroom to masturbate. That was a lie. I let him finger fuck me. In between, he took my skirt off too, and I was standing there, naked as he finger fucked me. And he made me cum."

"And?" I asked.

"And not too much, although I see this is all turning you on." she said, touching my erect cock. "After that I felt guilty, so I told him to go away. He said that was not fair and that I should help him cum, but I refused. He started unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out, but I said if he did, I would scream and call the security officer. So he left."

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART4

She paused and continued,

"That was the last day. After that I told him not to come over, since I could finish the painting without him. He's been calling me up since, saying "you owe me", that because he fingered me to an orgasm, I owe him an orgasm too. That's what he meant when he said I owed him. But I kept putting him off. then that day, he came to the house, and tried to convince me, but I refused. And I told him to go. That is it. The whole truth. End of story!"

I stared at her with a mix of anger and excitement. These newer details had angered me for sure. She had let some dirty old man see her fully naked, and even finger her pussy. But the same facts also turned me on beyond belief. My cock was harder than ever. And only minutes after we last had sex.

Doly sat up, took her tshirt and shorts off, and got on top of me, staring at me angrily. Positioning herself so her pussy was just above my cock she said,

"Well, now that you got me to tell the whole story, don't you want to fuck your slut of a wife? What are you waiting for?"

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down hard, penetrating her pussy with my cock. And we made love, no, we fucked each other, for the second time that night. And then two more times. And then once more after waking up.



I had finished a sales call and reached the office at 6 pm. I usually didn't stay in office that late, but the order had to be entered into the system that day for a discount to apply. I went to my desk, and was entering the order in our complicated system when I heard peals of laughter and clapping sounds coming from the conference room next to my office. Already annoyed, the incessant noise ticked me off. So I knocked on the conference room door.

It was opened very slightly and Rahul, one of my colleagues opened the door.

"Rahul, will you guys keep it down?" I said.

"Arun!! Come in, come in. Something nice to show you." he chuckled.

"No dude, later. Have an order to..." I protested, but Rahul grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room and closed the door.

"Come on, man. Trust me, Here we have exactly what you need after a long day of sales calls."

I looked around. There were three other sales guys at the other end of the room, crowded around a laptop.

"What's going on?" I asked, approaching them. One of them pointed to the screen. It was some sort of a porn video. I looked away at once and continued "Guys, are you crazy? This violates so many policies! Porn in office? You'll get fired if someone catches you."

"Policy schmolicy, man." the guy whose laptop it was said. "Lighten up a bit. It's not like we are broadcasting it to the ladies. We are in a conference room after hours."

"Do what you want. I am leaving. I want to part of this." I said and turned to leave.

"At least look at the body of this babe. I wonder how ugly men like these get hotties like her." he said turning the screen in my direction.

I looked back reflexively, and stopped in my tracks after I saw the screen. The guy turned the screen around and I walked towards him and behind him to watch the screen.

"Haha, even Mr. Goody Two Shoes Arun is enchanted." another guy slapped me on the back and laughed.

Enchanted? Horrified was the word. Here's what was playing on the screen - A short dark thin man was sitting on a couch. In front of him on the floor, was a naked woman with a very hot body, on her knees, with her back to the camera. From the movement of her head, it was clear she was giving the man a blowjob. Someone else was shooting this. Still visible on the wall behind the couch, was what had made me stop in my tracks first.

It was a huge but yellowing map of the city. Ever since I was a child, I had seen that map of the city in a living room in my neighborhood. When I went there as a kid with some friends, we'd always try to find our college on the map. I also knew that maps of the city this size were not commonly available in the market. The owner of that house had gotten it specially made, because he thought it was a novel way to decorate a wall.

Now of course, it was possible that two people might have the same idea. That two people might have huge maps of the city on their living room walls. But it was almost impossible that two people would have the same servant. Because the short thin dark man sitting on the couch, getting a blowjob from a woman whose face wasn't visible, was the same servant who had told me many times recently "Don't know when Pravin sahib is coming back from Calcutta."

The blowjob continued for a few more seconds, when a voice said off-camera

"Time for a close-up. Do you mind if I take a close-up, Mangal?" and laughed.

Mangal, the servant replied,

"No, sahib, no problem. Whatever you wish."

As he said that, the woman spoke without looking back,

"Don't you dare take a close-up, Pravin. I told you my condition for this clip, my face shouldn't appear."

That's when one of the sales guys watching the clip with me said,

"What a bitch. Doesn't mind showing the rest of her body naked, but won't show her face?" and everyone laughed.

"Don't worry, my dear." Pravin's voice said, "I will shoot it in a way that your full face isn't seen. Only your luscious lips around the cock. And you can delete the clip afterwards if you aren't satisfied."

The woman on screen was about to say something when Mangal caught her head and held it down saying,

"You talk too much. Shut up and keep sucking. Trust sahib."

And only muffled moans of protest were heard. The camera started moving closer.

"First we take a close-up of her ass." the voice on the screen said as camera zoomed in on the ass, displaying a mole on the left buttcheek that pretty much shot to bits any hopes I had of this not being my wife. "Now the pussy" and he moved the camera under her pussy, giving a dark-lit shot that didn't show it too clear, "Now her boobs" he said showing my wife's luscious boobs bouncing against Mangal's knees, "and now, the lips and the cock." And the camera moved upwards.

My heart almost stopped as I dreaded the worst. Her full face would be visible. All these sales guys knew my wife. She had worked here after all. They had set me up for humiliation. They were going to laugh at me for being a cuckold. And spread the news all over the office.

These thoughts raced through my mind as the camera slowly moved upwards, but before it could reach the face, it was yanked from Pravin's hand. By my wife. And thrown to the side. All that was visible for the next few seconds was the ceiling, and then the video stopped.

"Feisty little bitch!" Rahul said.

"Where did you get this?" I asked the guy who owned the laptop.

"Some friend forwarded it to me with a bunch of other clips. Liked it, didn't you?" he said. I stayed silent, hoping that no one had recognized Doly's voice. No one seemed to have. He continued, "You should watch the whole thing. It's twenty minutes long."

"Awesome video. The worst part though, is that she doesn't show her face at all. And speaks only at the end." another guy piped up. "Wonder what she charges for a night, man."

"How do you know she is a prostitute? Maybe she is just some desperate housewife." Rahul asked.

"Impossible, dude. A hot bitch like her can get any man she wants. Why would she give blowjobs to an old fat guy and his servant? She has to be one of those high class whores....25,000 rupees a night types."

"Maybe. But then if she was a whore, why didn't she actually fuck anyone? All we saw was oral sex." Rahul countered.

"Maybe she didn't fuck them on camera." the guy said.

By now my head was spinning.

"Guys, I've got to go." I said and walked out of the conference room.

It had been almost three weeks since Doly told me "the whole truth". Or as this clip made it clear, more lies. Our sex life had improved beyond recognition. We had talked it out, she had apologized, and things were kinda normal. Or so I thought. And suddenly the whole pretense had all come crashing down.

I quietly entered the order in the system as I thought about the situation. I had to confront her. Maybe even divorce her. But I needed to know the actual truth. And I could not trust her to give it to me.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the seedy office of a "Detective Agency" I had found using the yellow pages. One that ensured "contractual confidentiality". A few minutes later, a heavy-set middle-aged woman dressed in a saree came inside and sat on the chair behind the desk.

"So, what can I do for you, Mr..." she said.

"Arun." I said.

"Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Arun?" she asked.

"No offence, but can I speak to the boss?" I said.

She put her elbows on the table, smiled at me and said,

"I am the boss. My name is Salma. This detective agency belongs to me."

"Oh." I said, getting up. "I am sorry, but I think I'd prefer some other agency."

Just as I reached for the door, I heard Salma say,

"Think your wife is cheating on you?"

I turned around, surprised and said,

"How did you..."

"I can guess. Can't think of any other matter you'd feel uncomfortable discussing with a woman." she said.

I stood there, unsure of what to say, She continued,

"You can walk out the door if you want, Mr. Arun. But wouldn't you trust a detective agency headed by a woman to handle this issue more sensitively and discreetly than a man?"

Mutely, I sat down.

"So tell me, what makes you suspect she is cheating on you?" she asked.

And I started talking. And talking. And talking. It felt good to talk about this with someone. Felt like a load off my chest. I told her the whole story, starting with the portrait sessions, and ending with the video clip. After I stopped talking almost twenty minutes later, Salma, who had listened in silence, said,

"Mr. Arun, you already know your wife is cheating on you. Why are you wasting money by hiring us?"

"I need to know. I need to know the whole truth." I said.

"Why?" she pressed on.

"I just do."

"Alright. you're the client. Your wish is my command. But take the advice of a woman who has seen hundreds of such cases. The truth will only hurt you. And you are already very hurt. Just leave her. Move on with your life. I can find out the absolute truth. But it is not going to help anyone. All you will buy by paying me my fees, is more misery for yourself" she said in a very kind voice.

"I need to know." I repeated like a stuck record.

"Fine, as you say."

I gave her the details like my address, Pravin's address, a picture of Doly that I always carried in my wallet, and a cheque for the advance. And I left for home.

When I got home, Doly was watching the TV. I came in, and she kissed me. From my body language in barely returning that kiss, she sensed something was wrong.

"What happened? Bad day at work?" she asked.

"You could say that." I replied and walked to the couch.

"Lost an important account?" she asked.

"Worse. Lost any trust I had in my wife." I replied calmly, sitting down on the couch. Doly stared at me, mouth agape,

"What now?" she finally asked.

"Why didn't you tell me the whole truth like I asked you to?" I asked.

"I did." she said tentatively.

"Well, I have proof that you didn't. That you left out something. And that you crossed some more lines." I said.

"What? That's not true." she protested.

"Doly, I swear I am sick of your lies. Now I know for a fact that you have lied to me." I said.

"On what basis do you say that?" she asked.

"I am not revealing that. Or else you will alter the truth on the basis of what I know and again lie to me. Let's just saw I know everything. Now tell me. And remember, if I catch a single lie, I am throwing you out of the house right now and calling a lawyer for a divorce."

"Arun!! Please!!" she said.

"Shut up!" I yelled. "Start talking. And remember, if you lie and I catch it, based on what I know, you are out of this house."

Doly just sat there, staring at me. The conniving bitch, I thought to myself. I always thought she was an innocent clean-hearted lady. And yet she had been brazenly and confidently lying to me.

"Arun, I am sorry. Please don't make us go through this again." she pleaded.

"Maybe I should help you start talking. I am going to ask you some questions. Yes or No. And if you lie to even one of them, this marriage is over. Keep telling the truth and we still might salvage something." I said.

She said nothing. I continued.

"Ok. First question, did you give Pravin a blowjob?"

"Yes." she said flatly.

"More than once?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Did he fuck you?" I asked.

She stayed silent, clearly thinking. Like a poker player trying to guess the cards of someone who has gone all in.

"Did he fuck you?" I repeated.

Finally, she decided to fold.

"Yes." she replied.

And there it was. Confirmed. I had no evidence of it from the video clip, but she had admitted it. My shoulders sagged.

"I am sorry, Arun." she whispered.

"I am not done yet. Have you fucked anyone apart from me since I caught you with Pravin that day?" I asked.

"NO!"

"Doly, are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I am sure. I am not lying, Arun. Since that day, I have been faithful." she said.

"OK, before that, was Pravin the only one or did he have someone else with him?" I asked.

"You already know it all. Why are you asking me?" she said.

"Answer me." I said.

"Yes." she said.

"Name?" I asked.

"Narayan."

Narayan? Who the hell was Narayan? I thought to myself. Nevertheless I continued.

"And? Who else?"

"Narendra." she said.

"And? Who else??" I asked.

"No one else."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She paused and looked at me confused.

"Well, I guess technically Savitri too."

"Savitri? Our maid?" I asked. This was all getting too much. I had come home expecting her to admit to fucking Pravin and his servant Mangal, but there were two other guys and our maid involved too.

"Yes...... you didn't know?" she asked, surprised.

"Who else?" I asked.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Last chance."

"Wait!" she said. "Do you mean just having actual sex or.......other stuff too?"

I slumped back in the couch, unable to take it any more.

"Doly.... just start at the beginning. And tell me the whole truth this time."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART5

And she started narrating,

"Some of what I told you before is true. Except that Pravin wasn't as shy and reluctant as I made him out to be. He is very talkative and charming. And has a way with words. And because he doesn't look that great, his skills at conversation and manipulating are even more surprising and caught me off-guard."

"Right from the first day, he talked a lot. Told me about himself, his family, his dead wife, his kids. Asked me about myself. Where I grew up, what I did, how I met you and all that. The conversation flowed very naturally. Then he started talking about his wife a lot. How he missed her. How she was a lovely woman."

"What else did he say about her?" I asked.

"Well, a lot of things, but the relevant part was when he talked about how graceful she was.... and how she dressed."

"How she dressed?" I asked.

"Yes, he said she was always dressed smartly, in skirts, shorts, tops and everything. How she had a good body and wasn't shy in flaunting it. Even in her older years. Not like all other Indian women who start dressing frumpily after they get married. I obviously said, not all Indian women. He said, yes, all, even me. I laughed and asked what he was talking about? And he said every day he was me wearing trackpants, loose jeans, loose shorts, t-shirts... as if I was trying to hide my body. And I protested saying, that's not true. I dress that way when I paint for comfort. He scoffed at me, saying I was just making excuses. And that whether I like it or not, I had turned into a frumpy 'aunty' after marriage. That was the start of his manipulation."

"Hmmm." I said. She went on,

"So obviously, the next day, just to prove him wrong, I wore a tank-top and a knee-length skirt. When he came and sat in his chair, I expected him to comment on the change in my attire. But he did no such thing. Just made conversation about other things. Finally, when he got ready to go, I asked him if he didn't notice anything different about me. He looked at me clueless and said, no. I did a small twirl and said - my clothes today? And he started laughing. He said this showed how frumpy I had gotten. This attire was not considered too revealing even in the 70s when he and his wife were young, he said. If this was my idea of trendy, it showed how I was typical. He was laughing even as he left the house."

"What a clever bastard." I said. "So let me guess, the next day, you wore even skimpier clothes?"

"Yes." Doly said wistfully. "I wore one of those tiny skirts. And I realized he was right. I hadn't worn it in months. And I wore that halter top, the one which shows almost my whole back. When he came, he gave me a look of approval and a smile. But didn't say anything. He took his post and I started painting. Finally after an hour or so he said - ok, I know you want me to notice your attire, so fine, at last you are dressed properly. He had almost made me wait for his approval so much that I beamed in happiness. A while later, I dropped my brush accidentally."

"Ah. So he.." I said, but Doly snapped,

"Don't interrupt. I bent down, mindful of the fact that he might get a glimpse of my panties. Wanting to tease this smug bastard, I stayed bent a little longer than needed. When I got up, I saw that he was laughing. I asked why he was laughing. And he said because of what he saw. And I said, was he a small boy to giggle that he saw a girl's undies? And he said no, he wasn't laughing for that. So I asked why then? He said it showed I was still frumpy at heart. Confused, I asked huh? And he said he found it funny that I wore "grandma underpants" with such a pretty skirt."

"Oh! Bastard." I said.

"I know. I said there's nothing wrong with those panties. And he said, surely maybe for a frumpy Indian aunty. But his wife would have worn trendier underwear. I didn't say anything. Just fumed and kept painting. That's when Savitri came."

Savitri is our maid who cleans the house and does dishes and laundry. She is a petite young woman, not excessively beautiful, but not ugly either.

"Savitri usually came in the morning. But from that day she was going to come in the afternoon. So she came into the studio, with her broom and mop. When she came in, she first stared at me wide-eyed, maybe because she had never seen me in such revealing clothes. Then she looked at Pravin, said "Pravinji!" and actually blushed and smiled. That puzzled me. She then started sweeping the floor and I noticed that all the time, Pravin kept checking her out. Almost shamelessly. Even more puzzling, Savitri noticed, but kept working with a wry smile on his face."

"A while later Savitri was done cleaning the studio, she left. As she was going, Pravin said "tata!" and she giggled. A minute later, Pravin got up and said, he'd be right back. I casually asked, bathroom break? He said, no. And left the studio. I waited there for a few minutes, and then decided to get a drink of water. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Pravin standing there wiping his mouth, and Savitri hurriedly adjusting her saree. Clearly, they had been doing something."

"Pravin and the maid?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, I ignored them, drank water, and went back to the studio. Pravin followed me. He sat in his place and I resumed painting. I asked him casually if there was something up between him and Savitri. He smiled and said, gentleman don't kiss and tell. I smiled and said, I thought Savitri was married. He said she was. But she knew what she wanted. Then he said, it is only middle class and upper middle class Indian women who become frumpy after marriage, another jab at me. Women like Savitri, he said, discover their true appeal after marriage. I said to him he was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor woman like that. He said he hadn't forced her. They had played a game of seduction some time back. Shocked, I asked him if he had slept with her. And he guffawed and said, gentlemen don't fuck and tell either."

"He then launched into a speech about how she was pretty, and graceful, and insatiable. How he had flirted with her and she had flirted back. How women like me could learn a thing or two from women like her, he said derisively. By then I was really pissed off at his constant indirect putting down of me. I decided to teach the old man a lesson."

"Which is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.

"Yeah, I suppose. The next day, I wore an even skimpier halter top, the one that just barely covers my boobs? And I actually went out and bought an even shorter skirt. One that just barely stopped below my pussy. I wore it, with a thong underneath. I wanted to tease and torment the old man so much that he'd get a boner in front of me. When he rang bell at the usual time, I went to open the door, and I was surprised to see another man with him."

"Another man?" I asked.

"Yes. That was Narayan, his friend. Also old and retired. Balding, like Pravin, but not fat. In fact, very skinny. I was so embarrassed to suddenly be in such revealing clothes in front of a stranger. Standing there with my legs fully visible, my bare back on display, and my boobs almost spilling out of the two straps of the halter, I felt like hiding somewhere. I didn't say anything. Pravin introduced me to Narayan very nonchalantly. Said he was a friend who had come to visit him from out of town, and he hoped I didn't mind if he stayed and gave him company. Obviously, I could not say no. If Pravin was a chatterbox, Narayan was the opposite. Didn't say much. Just sat on another chair and kept listening to Pravin yammer on and on."

"And of course, stared at me. He kept staring at me so much, I started feeling conscious and thought about changing into something more decent. Finally the doorbell rang, and I guessed it was Savitri. I excused myself to go open the door. I had also decided to change while I was away, but just as I walked out, Pravin said - you are looking really pretty today, very perfectly dressed. The first proper compliment he had given me. I smiled, almost basking in the glow of his rare compliment and went to open the door."

"Who was at the door? The Narendra guy you mentioned?" I asked.

"No, it was Savitri. She came in, again, staring wide-eyed at me. I started walking back when she called out to me. Memsaab, she said, wait a minute. I asked what was it. She said to me - be careful of Pravinji. He is not completely what he seems. I found that a little presumptuous and nosy. I asked her, what the hell did she mean? She said, and I quote - In just a week, he has taken you from shirt and pants to this.... think about how long it will take him to get these little pieces of cloth off. That pissed me off. I shot her an angry look and said - Mind your own business, and don't forget your place. I am a married woman. She smiled and said - sorry if I am saying too much, but I am a married woman too. Which is why I am telling you, be careful. I told her to go do her work and stop talking too much. And fuming, I went back to the studio. I was so upset at Savitri, that I forgot to change."

"Just as I was about to enter the studio, I overheard Pravin and Narayan talking. I heard my name so I stopped a couple of feet away to listen. Narayan said - Doly seems quite hot. Pravin said - She is good looking, I'll give you that, but I bet she is a typical repressed middle class Indian girl. Narayan said - Doesn't seem so from what she is wearing. Pravin said - Heh. She is doing that just to prove a point, and even then she is so scared and conscious about you looking at her. Her maid is more self-aware than her. Narayan - Really?. Pravin - Yeah, I bet this Doly has never seduced a man in her life. Just gone from momma's house to hubby's house."

"They knew you were listening, didn't they?" I asked.

"Yeah, in retrospect, I am sure they did."

"So what happened next?"

"I walked in at this point, pretending that I hadn't heard anything. I started painting again. And once more, Narayan was staring at me, and Pravin was just chattering away to Narayan without looking at me too much. I finally decided to make Pravin pay attention. I said to him - I need you to change your pose. I went close to him. Bent a little in the waist, and touched his chin with my hand and lifted his face upwards, and then moved it sideways. Now Pravin was paying attention. His eyes were staring at my boobs which were partially displayed from the sides of the halter top."

"Was he getting a hard-on?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Anyway, just as I was doing that, Narayan said - I am going to use the bathroom. I was standing between his chair and Pravin's chair. He could have gone from the other direction. But instead and I am sure on purpose, he squeezed behind me. In doing so, he very "innocently" bumped into me. Actually, it felt as if he pushed me. Whatever it was, it made me loose my footing and fall towards Pravin."

"The way I fell, my face went above Pravin's left shoulder, and my shoulder bumped into his chest. I was just about to regain my footing and get up when......" Doly paused.

"When what?" I asked.

"Well... very swiftly, Pravin put his arms behind my back, pulled me down into his lap and..... kissed me. He kissed me hard, very passionately. First I tried to resist and free myself from his grasp. But he was too strong, and also, well, honestly, his kiss was too good to break out of. I stopped struggling in a few second and started kissing him back. Without realizing, I put my left hand on his almost bald head. We were like that, lip-locked for at least a minute. And finally he broke free for air and inhaled."

"After he broke the kiss, I noticed Narayan was standing behind him, with a wide smile on his face. Without looking at him, Pravin said - Narayan, you were going to the bathroom? Narayan immediately walked out of the studio. I was still in Pravin's arms, resting on his lap....well part lap and part paunch.... with my hands around his neck. I was still reeling from the after effects of his kiss, a kiss that I would have never expected someone like him to be capable of."

"As I lay there in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed me again, but this time, I felt his hand go lower and reach beneath my skirt. I was still lost in his kiss and I barely registered that he had taken my thong off. Then he broke his kiss and I felt his finger on my clit. I looked down and noticed with shock that he had flipped my tiny skirt above my waist, and my naked pussy was on full display. That's when reality suddenly hit me. I realized what I was doing and I yelled - stop! let me go!"

"Did he let you go?" I asked.

"Yes" Doly said, "he did. I immediately got up and he started laughing. He said - I knew you are too frumpy to give in to your natural instincts for too long. I responded by saying - shut up. I am a married woman. And you just took advantage of me. He said - I took advantage? All you had to say was stop. As soon as you did, I let you go. He was right. So I just stood there, unable to say anything. Finally when I gathered some thoughts to say something, the door opened and Savitri walked in. She looked me at, standing there, and Pravin sitting on the chair. I bent down to see and make sure my skirt was no still bunched up. To my relief, it was not. Wordlessly, I walked back to the canvas and picked up some brushes to decide which one to use next."

"But as it happened, I was still very shaken at what had happened - how I had let a strange man kiss me. So my hands started trembling in nervousness, and suddenly the brushes all fell out of my hand and down on the floor and scattered around the half the room. Reflexively, I bent down, got on my hands and knees and started collecting them. I was so nervous and shaken that I didn't realize...."

"That you had no panties on?" I completed her sentence. She nodded.

"And a lot of the brushes had fallen behind me, so my butt was facing Pravin and Savitri. And with that tiny skirt having ridden up, my ass and my pussy were visible to both of them."

I pictured the scene in my head. My beautiful wife's sculpted and perfect butt, and usually shaven pussy, on display as she was on all fours, with a tiny skirt riding up. My erection now started coming to life.

"In a few seconds I realized what I was showing and I immediately stood straight. Looked behind cautiously. And I saw three faces with contrasting expressions. Pravin was grinning ear to ear. Savitri was shaking her head knowingly. And Narayan, who had entered the room without my realizing, had a hungry wolf expression on his face, with his tongue hanging out."

"Did they fuck you then?" I asked, rubbing my erection over my pants.

"No. Not yet." Doly replied.

"So what happened next?"

"I suddenly felt a sense of dread and panic overcome me. Immediately I said - umm...that's it for today. I won't be painting any more. Please leave. And I ran out of the studio and ran up to the bedroom. I rushed to the closet, and quickly put on underpants, a bra, trackpants and a loose t-shirt. As I came out of the bedroom, I saw Pravin and Narayan had left. And Savitri was sweeping the living room. When she saw me, she stopped sweeping and said - Memsaab, I told you.... but I interrupted her and said - You should go now, complete the cleaning tomorrow. She again said - But please listen.. and I interrupted her and yelled - Didn't you hear me? Just go!"

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"At that point I had decided I had made a big mistake. I decided to end the portrait sessions. I called up Pravin and told him, it's done, don't come over tomorrow. I am finished. He didn't say anything. Said OK and hung up."

"So.... how did he come back?" I asked.

"Remember the evening he dropped by for tea for the first time?" Doly asked.

"Yeah." I answered.

"It was that day. I was going to tell you everything that very day, come clean and apologize. Because the damage had not been completely done. But I think he saw you come home and immediately landed up for a supposed "social visit". The three of us had tea, snacks and talked about things. Well that time, when you went to the bathroom, he quietly handed me a note and whispered - read this as soon as you can. I put the note in my pocket and went to the bathroom after you. And read it in the bathroom. I was expecting an apology note."

"Was it?" I asked.

"No!" Doly said. "It was a blackmail note. Well, sort of. He had written something like - I have no interest in seducing frumpy women like you. What happened today was just a small accident. Obviously, you have taken it too seriously and decided to cancel the portrait. I don't care about seducing you. But I want that portrait completed to gift it to my daughter. So you ARE going to complete it. I am coming over tomorrow to pose for it. As soon as you read this note, come out and ask me what time I am coming tomorrow, as a sign that you are agreeing. If you don't agree, I will mention all about today's incident to your husband. In fact i will tell him I have slept with you. And if he doesn't believe me, I will tell him about the mole on your left butt cheek."

"Son of a bitch!" I said.

"Yes, so I had no choice. I came out and asked him what time we he was coming the next day. And he beamed and said noon." Doly replied.

"So the next day he fucked you?" I asked. She smiled at me wistfully and said,

"If only he operated that simply. He didn't want to blackmail or coerce me into sex. He wanted me to...." Doly trailed off.

"Wanted you to?" I asked.

"He wanted me to beg for it." she said. "Anyway, I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I sat there ruminating over the story she had told me. This seemed true. I was convinced that finally she was being truthful. But the manipulativeness of Pravin stunned me. On one hand it angered me. But on the other hand, I had to admire how he had played Doly like a puppet from the word go. And clearly, there was a lot more to come.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART6

Doly came back from the bathroom and started narrating what happened next.

"The next day, I decided to dress frumpy. I wore a long sleeved t-shirt, with a bra underneath. And wore trackpants with the grandma panties. Shortly after noon, he was at the door. I had expected Narayan to be with him, but thankfully he was alone. He didn't say a word, not as much as a smile. Just walked straight to the studio and took his pose. I also went behind him wordlessly and started painting. And then, the powercut happened."

"So the powercut story was true?" I asked.

"Well, mostly. Except he didn't ask for permission to take his shirt off. He commanded me to work on his face and took the shirt off. Then.... he took his pants off too, and sat there in his underwear. And that is when I noticed the big bulge in his underwear."

"He was hard?" I asked.

"No, he was not. But the bulge, even without an erection is very.....substantial. I kept painting, but I couldn't resist peeking at his bulge. Which he noticed. He asked me if I wanted to see more, and I said no."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Well." Doly said, "I said no the couple of times at least. Anyway, after that he started pestering me to take my t-shirt off too. I kept saying no, but he kept insisting. And then he made the wisecrack about seeing my private parts. And he added, he could understand if I wasn't confident of my ability to resist him, which is why I was wearing a shirt in such oppressive heat. Again, he challenged my self-esteem and I got manipulated. I took off the shirt. Then a while later, he kept goading me to take the bra off, again making similar comments about my insecurity about being able to resist him. So I took the bra off too and started painting topless."

"In a couple of minutes, I noticed the bulge in his underwear kept getting bigger and bigger. I tried to look away but it was just.... too big. He caught me looking and said - well, it is growing because of you fabulous boobs, and because you are the cause, I think you really should see it. I shook my head. He asked again. I shook my head again, but this time slower. The next time he asked, I didn't say anything. So he got up, and took his underwear off."

"And is it....big?" I asked.

"Oh yes. It is."

"Bigger than mine? Tell me honestly." I asked, and regretted the question as soon as I asked it.

"Yes. It is way bigger. Old, hairy, balding, big paunch, but a bigger dick. And I realized where he got his cocky confidence from, no pun intended. Anyway, I watched spellbound as he came close to me. I could not take my eyes off his dick. Pretty soon he was next to me, and playing with my boobs like I told you last time. Or I should say attacking them. He played with them for a few minutes, bringing me into a heightened state of arousal."

"Were you playing with his dick?" I asked.

"Yes, I was. Running my hands up and down it, feeling its girth and length. He kept playing with my tits and I kept playing with his dick. After a few minutes, he asked me to get completely naked. I obeyed, like a slave. Instantly, I pushed my pants and panties down and stepped out of them. He then started fingering my clit and my pussy, standing right there. He did that for a few more minutes and by now, if he had wanted, he could have fucked me and I would not have protested."

"But he didn't?" I asked and Doly shook her head.

"His cellphone which was in his pants started ringing. He left me standing there, my pussy sopping wet and my nipples hardened and went to answer the phone. He took the phone out of the pants, listened for a few seconds, and just said - ok just a minute. He then disconnected the phone, and beckoned me over with his finger. I walked towards him, as if in a trance. He asked me to sit down on the chair and I did. He asked me to open my legs wide apart and I did, hoping he would fuck me. But instead he took my right hand, put my fingers in my pussy and said - do this."

"Weird. And then?" I asked.

"And then," Doly said, "he walked out of the studio, just like that. Naked, his huge cock still fully erect. I sat there, fingering myself like he had ordered. And waited for him to come back. I thought he had gone to the bathroom or something. So I waited. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing. Finally, I got tired of fingering myself, and decided to go and see where he was."

"And where was he?"

"He was in the living room." Doly said. "On the couch. Or rather, Savitri was on the couch and he was on top of Savitri, fucking her gradually. I walked towards them and stood behind the couch. My eyes first went to their crotches. Pravin's dick was pistoning in and out of Savitri's cunt, and yet it did not completely enter her pussy. Savitri was lying on her back, fully naked, her tiny boobs gyrating. Her eyes were half closed, as if in a trance. But when she heard me approach, she looked into my eyes, and I looked into hers. She registered my nakedness and smiled ruefully."

"I stood there for a few minutes, but Pravin did not as much as look at me. He was ignoring me. And I just stood there, watching him fuck her. Like watching my own personal porno. After about ten minutes, as Pravin fucked her harder, he finally looked at me and said - why are you standing there like a zombie? Sit on the couch and finger yourself. I walked around the couch and sat next to Savitri's bouncing head. Still looking at them, I started fingering myself. Savitri looked up at me, reached up with her hands and started fondling my left breast. This went on for a while, after which Pravin withdrew his dick and told Savitri to get on her knees. She did and Pravin started fucking her doggy style."

"Savitri's face was now right next to my hips, and whenever a hard thrust pushed her forward, she'd lick me. After a couple of minutes, Pravin asked me to turn sideways facing him. I did, and almost immediately, Savitri put her tongue on my clit. I was already pretty worked up. Add to it the sight in front of my eyes - my maid, fully naked, on her knees, being fucked by a dirty old man. It did not take me too long to have an orgasm. As I got done with the orgasm and relaxed my muscles, Pravin spat at me."

"He spat at you?" I asked absentmindedly. By now my erection was raging hard.

"Yes, he spat at me and said - typical middle class housewife, cums so easily. Look at Savitri. I've been fucking her for twenty minutes and yet no orgasm. You know why, he asked. And then answered - because I haven't let her have one yet. You want to see me make her cum in 30 seconds? I just stared at him, with glazed eyes. He said, observe. He pulled Savitri's hips closer to him and started fucking her at an increased tempo. And the expression on Savitri's face, which was still at my crotch, changed dramatically. Her eyes rolled upwards, her mouth was wide open and she started whining. The whine grew louder until it became a shriek. And then, as Pravin continued to pound her, she grabbed me around the waist, hugged me tight for support, and started shaking. I started shaking with her, and her orgasm hit her in full force. And I tell you, Arun, it was..... like something I have never seen before. The way she shook, the way she wailed.... the intensity of her goosebumps... and she even started to cry. She shook like that for a good minute or so, and then finally fell silent and motionless."

"Pravin however, kept fucking her. He then said to me - come here, and get down next to me on your knees. I did as I was told. And he took out his dick and shoved it in my mouth. I tasted the different flavors on it - Pravin's juices mixed with Savitri's. Bitter and salty. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. With barely half his dick in my mouth, it was hitting the back of my throat. He fucked my face like that for about half a minute, then took his dick out and started fucking Savitri again, making her moan once more."

"Damn." I said, getting my dick out and stroking it. I noticed that Doly was now breathing hard too, clearly turned on by the memory of what had happened.

"He fucked Savitri for a minute, then fucked my face, then Savitri, then my face. He kept doing that for at least ten more minutes, and I wondered, is this man ever going to cum? My jaw muscles started hurting and Savitri's moans made it seem like she was almost unconscious. Finally he took his dick out of my mouth and then started doing eenie meenie miney moe."

"He started doing what?" I asked, wondering if I had heard right.

"Eenie meenie miney moe. With my head and Savitri's cunt. And it ended at her cunt. So he said - you win, Savitri. Then he inserted his dick into her very hard and started fucking her at a really high speed. I felt he'd tear her cunt apart with the force. But instead, Savitri started the whining noise I had heard a while back. I stared dumbfounded as Savitri's body was wracked by another orgasm, and Pravin also started making guttural noises. He was finally orgasming. Both their bodies shook and shivered, until they both finally finished their orgasms."

"Pravin kept his dick buried in her cunt for a few seconds, and stood still, then he took it out and shoved it in my mouth. I slurped at it hungrily, licking off the semen and pussy juice on it. After I licked his dick clean, Pravin pulled me up by the hair and brought my face in front of Savitri's oozing cunt. He said to me - eat it clean. I looked at him, confused. He said - slurp and swallow everything you see, then put your fingers in her cunt and take out as much of my jizz as you can, and eat it to. Now. In front of me."

"Ohhhhh" I said...this sounded so depraved and kinky that I could not hold my own orgasm any longer. I pulled Doly's head, put my dick in her mouth and started shooting. She obediently took it all in her mouth. And then, swallowed it all. I vaguely made a note to myself that she had never swallowed my cum except for when we had first started dating. Clearly, Pravin had awakened the swallower in her once more.

Doly gulped down my juice very nonchalantly and continued,

"And I did it. I licked the hairy pussy of my own maid. Dipped my fingers inside her cunt, dug out gobs of cum and ate it. In five minutes, I had cleaned up Savitri's cunt completely."

"Then?" I asked

"Then, I stood there, unsure of what to do. I was expecting it to be my turn next. I was expecting that Pravin would fuck me now. But instead he said - Savitri, get dressed and do your work. Doly, let's go back to the painting. I felt like asking him to fuck me too. But I guess my pride got in the way. He should be asking to fuck me, not the other way round, I stupidly thought even in that situation. So I walked back with him to the studio. And continued painting, naked. A while later, the power was back on, but I still remained naked, maybe hoping that this would entice Pravin. But it did not. His cock got hard again after a while, but he sat there, as if waiting for me to make the first movie. And I waited for him to approach me."

"But neither of us blinked. So he yelled and called out Savitri's name. She came running, now fully dressed. He gestured her to get naked and sit on his cock. Savitri looked at me unsurely. She knew what I was thinking. Then she said to him - why don't you do Memsaab first? He said to her sternly - she doesn't deserve it yet. Do you want to do it or not? And Savitri meekly took off her clothes. Again, in front of my eyes, they fucked. This time I stood some distance away and watched. Finally Pravin came inside her, this time a bit sooner than before, and again told me - eat her clean again. He then got dressed and walked out."

"I stood there for a while. Savitri was still lying on the floor, her eyes glazed, her pussy dripping with cum. I finally went to her, got on my knees and started lapping at it. After a few minutes, when she regained her breath she said to me - Memsaab. I told you to be careful. Now....now he will make you beg for it. He made me beg for it, and he'll make you beg for it too. Like a street bitch." ===========

Doly fell silent. I cleared my throat suggestively, asking her to go on.

"Arun, tell me something." she said.

"Yeah?"

"How did you know I was lying before?" she asked.

"I'll tell you after you've finished narrating." I replied.

"Come on! Tell me. Did Savitri tell you? It has to be her!" Doly pressed me for an answer.

"It was not Savitri." I said.

"Then who?" she asked. "Please, I have been telling you so much. Can't you just answer one question?"

For a moment, I considered telling her about the video clip. The clip that showed her naked, going down on Mangal. But then I remembered she hadn't mentioned him when I asked her to name everyone that she had been with. Which made me wonder....as elaborate as her narration had been, was she still hiding something from me?

"Why do you want to know that so badly?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" she countered.

"You know.... I am beginning to wonder if you still intend to hide some things. Maybe that is why you are giving such an erotic description of everything. To turn me on and distract me from some real questions."

"WHAT??" she yelled angrily, "I am giving erotic descriptions to turn you on? You are the one asking me detailed questions, Arun. What was I doing, what was I wearing, where was he standing.....how was his dick? Why don't you admit that you are the one who wants to get turned on? You are the one who loves the idea of my being used and abused by a dirty old man? Admit it, Arun, just admit it. I have lied to you, but you are lying to yourself."

Her outburst surprised me. And angered me.

"How dare you turn this around on me?" I said.

"I am turning it around on anything, Arun. I am just saying, every time you ask me about it, you want answers in details, like from some erotic story. And every time, you get turned on and we have sex. And you are not willing to admit that it turns you on? That you are ......" she trailed off.

"That I am what?" I asked.

"That you are...happy to be a cuckold? Turned on by being a cuckold?" she said glaring at me.

"Bullshit!" I shouted a little too emphatically, possibly to cover hide my self-doubt with anger. "Stop manipulating me, Doly. Every time you start this type of a mind game, I get convinced you are hiding more than you are revealing."

She just sat there, still glaring.

"OK, let me ask you some straight questions. You said you had sex with Narayan too."

She nodded.

"How many times?"

"How many days or how many times?" she countered, with an evil grin.

"Tell me both." I said.

"Actual sex or other stuff too..... like oral?" she asked again.

"Tell me all." I said.

"See, you are the one who wants details. Isn't it enough to know that Narayan had his way with me? How does it help you to know how many times? Unless you want to get titillated again."

She had a point there. So I asked another question,

"Did you have sex on our bed?"

"Yes." was her curt reply.

"Where else in the house, apart from the couch?" I asked.

"The kitchen table, the living room desk, the living room floor, the studio floor, the studio chair, the guest room, the corridor and......the roof." she answered.

"The roof? In broad daylight?" I asked surprised. Our house is single-storeyed, and the roof is visible from the a lot of houses and buildings nearby.

"Yes, in broad daylight." she said.

"With whom?" I asked.

"On the roof? With Narendra." she answered.

"Who is Narendra?"

"Our postman."

"What??? You have been fucking our postman?"

"Yes."

"How did it start?"

"There you go again. Details, details." she smiled, clearly enjoying this.

"Don't tell me the whole story. Just tell me in short how it first happened." I said.

"I was in the living room, getting finger-fucked by Pravin while I sucked Narayan, and that's when the doorbell rang. Pravin had still not fucked me till then. He said that if I wanted to get fucked by him, I should open the door naked. I did. It was Narendra the postman with a registered letter. While I was signing, Pravin told him to come inside and wait. And then.... he asked me to give Narendra a blowjob. And eventually it led to sex. That's the whole thing in short." she said.

"But doesn't he come around every day even now?" I asked.

"Yes. But before you ask, I don't sleep with him any more." she answered.

I paused for a second. There were so many questions jostling in my mind, but then my mind went back to the video clip and I asked,

"Were your sex games limited to just our house?" I asked.

"No." she said.

"Where else?" I asked.

"Pravin's house, Narayan's house too." she said.

"Anywhere else?" I asked. She paused for a few seconds and shook her head.

"Wasn't Pravin's servant at home?" I asked.

"Yes, he was." she said.

"Did he also fuck you?"

"No."

"Doly?"

"What??"

"Did his servant not fuck you?" I asked.

"No." she said emphatically.

"Did he see you naked?"

"Yes." she said, almost sounding disappointed that I finally asked the right question.

"Did you suck his dick?" I asked

"Yes."

"So how did not fuck you?" I asked.

"Well, he was going to. Pravin wanted it to happen. But then, there was a small incident and we had a fight."

"What was the fight about?" I asked.

She stayed silent. As if picking her words carefully.

"They wanted me to do something." she finally spoke, "And I didn't want to do it. That disagreement happened right when I was sucking his servant's dick. So we fought, and I came home."

"What did they want you to do?" I asked, knowing fully well she was referring to the video clip.

"I'd rather not say."

"What if I said I know what it is?" I said. She stared at me, confused. I continued, "I saw the video clip of you sucking Mangal's dick."

"What???" she asked, her face ashen.

"Yes, I did."

"How...who...where.....how did you see it?" she asked.

"Some guys at work were watching it and I happened to walk in." I said. At this point her face turned completely white and she started trembling.

"Oh shit! Oh no! Oh God, I'm dead." she said, and started crying. For a moment I felt like taking her in my arms and consoling her, but I resisted the urge.

Then she turned her face upwards, looked at me and yelled,

"You idiot! You know there's a clip of your wife being forwarded around and you were sitting here making me tell you my sexual escapades in detail? What's wrong with you, Arun? Where's your sense of priorities?"

I didn't say anything. She continued,

"Now everyone knows. Everyone at work, I am sure."

"No one knows. Your face isn't visible in it." I said.

That seemed to make her take a pause from crying,

"It isn't?" she said.

"No, it isn't. The guys who were watching it were also ruing about how the woman on screen never shows her face. And I saw how it ended too, with you knocking the camera away."

"But then....how did you know it was me?" she asked.

"Firstly, I recognized the big map on Pravin's wall. Secondly, I recognized his servant. And thirdly, I know your body very well, and if there was any doubt, one of the zoom shots clearly showed that mole on your left butt cheek."

She continued crying, but not as hysterically. I sat there two feet away from her. After about ten minutes of crying, she got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and said,

"I have a headache. I have had enough of all this. I am going to sleep." she said. I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. I nodded and follower her upstairs. We both lay down on the bed, with some distance between us. She seemed to have fallen asleep at once. I tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about what had happened and what I should do next, and it was close to dawn when I finally fell asleep.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART7

I woke up to the sound of my cellphone ringing. With half-open eyes, I reached for it and answered.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello Arun, this is Dev." the voice from the other end was that of my Boss.

"Yes Dev? Tell me." I said.

"Tell you? You tell me!" he sounded annoyed. "Where the hell are you? We are supposed to go on that big sales call together!"

"Oh, yes" I said, looking at the clock... damn it was already 10 a.m. "Sorry Dev, I took some medicine last night and overslept."

"You're still at home?" he said incredulously.

"Yes, but sorry, I'll....I'll meet you at the client's office directly in...half an hour." I said.

"OK, hurry up, Arun!" he said and disconnected the phone.

I sat up and looked around. The bedroom was empty.

"Doly! Why didn't you wake up me?" I yelled. No answer. "Doly??"

I got up and walked around the house. She wasn't in the kitchen, living room, any other room or any of the bathrooms. I even poked my head into the studio but she wasn't there. Where had she gone? I called out her name a few more times, but no answer. I finally decided to call up her cellphone, in case she had gone to the store for some groceries. But when I dialed her number, I heard her phone ring in the bedroom!

I walked into the bedroom and saw the cellphone ringing on the nightstand. I disconnected the phone and it stopped ringing. That's when I noticed a piece of paper kept under the phone. I picked it up and started reading. It said -

Dear Arun

I am sorry for everything I have done. And I am sorry if I said some mean things to you. The situation we are in is very complicated and tempers are bound to flare. I think we should both do some deep thinking about our future. It is only after a lot of thought that we should even talk. I am going away for a few days. I need a complete break from you, and from all this drama. Until yesterday I thought I could face it with you and talk it out, but then you told me about the video clip being circulated, and that was the last straw. Pravin promised me he would keep it private. But he clearly broke his promise. I can't handle this any more.

So I am going away. Don't wonder where. Don't try to find me. I am not going to my parents' house or any of my cousins or friends' place. And no, I am not going to any of my lovers' places either. Just let me be for a few days. I'll keep emailing you to inform you I am safe. When I have done enough thinking, I'll come back. Until then, you do some thinking too. Think about our future, if you think we should have one together. And how we should live it.

Love, Doly

P.S. I am leaving my cellphone here so you or anyone else doesn't get in touch with me.

I read the letter three times in shock. She had just taken off while I was sleeping. Gone AWOL. Supposedly to think. Probably to think. But was there some other reason, I wondered. I stood there thinking for a couple of minutes when I was reminded of the sales call. Trying to put Doly out of my mind, I quickly showered, got ready and left for the call.

A week went by very quickly. Doly was still not back. She'd send me one email everyday. With the same text in all of them - "I am fine. Love you." I replied to her emails with questions about where she was and who she was with. I pleaded with her to come back home. I even during the later emails, apologized for acting like a jerk. But she never replied to those emails. Just sent the one line emails about her being fine.

I immersed myself in work. But I also thought, like Doly had asked me to. The more I thought, the more I felt bad for her. Yes, she had made a mistake. Several mistakes. But she had been played by a master manipulator. And even now, she was sorry. She still loved me. She promised she would never repeat her mistakes. And I loved her too. I loved her a lot. I could not bear the thought of losing her. In a few days, I had decided that I would not ask Doly any more details. I'd just tell her that I forgave her for her mistake, and we should try to restart our life from scratch.

So one evening at the office, I sat and wrote her a long email saying all this, and begged her to reply to it or come home soon. It was long, emotional, contrite, understanding..... I was positive she would reply to it. Hoping that this would end the episode, I set for home. As I was driving, I felt the cellphone ring in my pocket. Expecting it to be Doly, I hurriedly took it out and answered it, without worrying about cops stopping me.

"Hello Doly?" I said enthusiastically.

"No." a female voice answered. "This is Salma."

"Salma???" I asked, confused about if I knew anyone by that name.

"Yes, from the detective agency, Mr. Arun." she replied.

"Oh yes, yes." I said. "Tell me?"

"Mr. Arun, we have completed our investigations about your wife. If you can come in any time today before 9, I can give you the full report." she said.

"Oh...err.... what did you find?" I asked, suddenly feeling silly to have hired a detective agency to investigate my wife.

"Well, Mr. Arun.... it's not something I can tell you over the phone." she replied.

"Do you think..." I asked "I would want to know it all?"

There was silence on the other end. "Hello?" I said.

"Yes, I am here, Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I was just thinking about your question. You know I had suggested you don't start this investigation in the first place. And yet you insisted. So I don't know whether you want to know it all or not."

"I see." I said, trying to decide what I should do.

"Let me ask you this. Have you made a decision about divorcing your wife?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied. "I have decided not to. I want to give her another chance."

"Then, Mr. Arun, you don't need to know anything I have to tell you. Just work on rebuilding your marriage. And forget about the past. Don't worry about the remaining payment. Consider it my belated gift. Bye."

And she hung up. Content with my decision, I drove on and went home.

The next day at work, I got a reply from Doly to my heartfelt email. Even this was short. It just said -

Dear Arun

Thank you for the lovely email. I love you too. But there are some more things I need to sort out that I haven't told you about. I need to think a little more. But I'll be home soon.

Love you.

The email really pissed me off. Even after this, she was hiding from me? Even now, after my giving her a blank check, she was being high-handed? What the hell? I spent the rest of the day scowling and snapping at everyone in the office. And cursing Doly in my mind. I kept thinking about her email - some other things she hadn't told me about. And then I thought about Salma's call. Maybe I did need to know it all, I thought.

After I got off work that evening, I went to the detective agency. The receptionist asked me to wait while Salma finished talking to another client. I sat there, my heart beating fast, wondering what information I'd come to know. After fifteen excruciating minutes, a man walked out of her office, clasping a file very tightly, and an angry look on her face. Salma walked out behind him, saying,

"I am sorry, Mr.Jain."

He grunted and walked out. She then saw me, and sighed,

"You. I somehow knew it. I knew you couldn't resist knowing." she said. "Anyway, come to my office. Rosie, bring in the Doly file."

I followed Salma into her office and sat on the chair in front of her. She sat down and asked me,

"What drink would you like?"

"Water is fine." I said.

"No, I mean....what sort of a liquor would you like? Will scotch do?" she asked.

"It's OK, I don't need any alcohol." I said.

"Trust me, Mr. Arun. You do. I'll ask for some to be brought. You don't have to drink it if you don't want." she picked up her phone and said, "Rosie, get that bottle of red label and one glass."

The next couple of minutes passed in silence, as I stared at the table and Salma stared at me. Finally the door opened and Rosie came in, a thick file under her armpit, and a glass and a scotch bottle in her two hands. She kept the bottle and glass in front of me, handed the file to Salma and left.

Salma opened the bottle and poured me a large one.

"Sorry, we don't have any ice." she said and pushed the glass towards me I didn't touch it.

"Could we get on with it, please?" I said impatiently.

"Alright," she said opening the file, "first let me tell you about our standard disclaimer. We can not reveal the sources we got our information from, or how we got them. But rest assured, that no one knows that there was a detective agency snooping around, or that you were looking for some information on your wife. So when I tell you something and you ask, who told me this, I can't answer that question. I do have evidence for some things. But not for all. It's up to you whether to take it as true or rumors."

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll start with information relevant to whatever you told me when you came here last week." she said, flipping through some pages and reading carefully. "Your wife did indeed have an affair with Mr. Pravin during the last couple of months. The affair started after he started coming to your house daily to model for a portrait. For the first couple of days, she worked on the portrait. But then, according to my sources, she discovered she wasn't able to paint it too well, and got worried about completing it in time. On approximately the 4th or 5th day, a Mr. Tariq started coming to your house too."

"Tariq?" I said, wondering why the name seemed familiar.

"Yes, Mr. Tariq teaches the painting course your wife was taking." Salma said.

"Oh yes, her teacher. Tall old man?" I asked. Salma checked the paper, and said,

"Yes. Mr. Tariq, age 62, 6 ft 2, white hair, medium built. Instead of your wife, he started doing the portrait. Apparently so that your wife could submit it and complete the course."

"What? Why?" I said dumbfounded. Doly always complained about how strict and demanding Tariq was. I wondered why he would help Doly cheat on the course. But even as I thought about it, I knew the answer.

"Mr. Tariq and your wife have been having an affair for almost a year now." Salma said reading from the file "Their meetings would happen right before or after the class. And a few times, he also came to your house when you weren't there. And, from the information I have..... had you gone on a week long trip to Singapore four months ago?"

"Yes I had. For a sales training conference." I answered.

"During that time, your wife and Mr. Tariq went to Goa for a few days. They stayed at the D'Costa Resort in Vagator. Here are some pictures we were able to obtain." Salma said, sliding a some papers in my direction. I picked up the papers and looked at them.

They were color printouts of a few pictures. The first two showed Doly, dressed in a bikini with a leather strap around her neck, lying down on the beach and waving at the camera. The next two were of Tariq and Doly, hugging each other. The next one had them kissing. The next one showed her lying on the sand, face down with just her bikini bottoms on. And in the next two, she had turned on her side, displaying her boobs to the camera. As shocking as these pictures were, the next two were the ones that really blew my mind. The first one showed her on her knees, topless, with three white men standing around her with erect dicks. She had one dick in her mouth and the two others in each of her hand. The last picture showed her completely naked spread-eagled on her back, with Tariq's dick about to enter her, as she had another man's dick in her mouth. In all these pictures, Doly was wearing the leather strap in her neck, even when she was fully naked.

"Bitch!" I said, shocked at the pictures.

"I am sorry, Mr. Arun. It turns out that Mr. Pravin is not the first man your wife cheating on you with." Salma said in a sympathetic voice. "Should I continue, or have you heard enough?"

"Please continue." I said, reaching for the glass of scotch and taking a sip.

"So back to how the affair with Mr. Pravin started." Salma said, looking down at the file again. "Mr. Tariq came for a few days and painted the basic portrait, and Mr. Pravin would pose for it. From what I know, and I have no solid proof for this, just based on what a single source said" she flipped a page, "Mr. Tariq....gave your wife an order to seduce Mr. Pravin."

"An order?" I asked.

"Yes, just a second." she flipped back to the previous page and read for a few seconds. "As the leather ornament in your wife's neck in those pictures indicates, your wife was in a ....... subservient relation with Mr. Tariq."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, confused.

"Well.... they weren't so much boyfriend and girlfriend as..... master and slave." she said shaking her head. "The kind of sexual perversions on comes to know of in this business, Mr. Arun, are just.... unimaginable."

"What do you mean, master and slave?" I asked.

"Well, I believe the lifestyle it called.....BDSM? Where a person, often a woman, willingly accepts to act like a slave...often sexual slave.... to a master, usually but not always, a man. Do you want me to google it and show you?" Salma asked pointing at her computer.

"No, that's OK. I understand." I said "Please continue."

"So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Pravin, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Pravin initially resisted, because of his ties to your family. But in a couple of days, he could not resist your wife's......" she paused "machinations, and gave in."

"I see. So she was lying till the very end." I said picking up the glass and emptying the whole drink down my throat. Salma pushed the bottle closer to me and I poured myself another drink.

"After a few days, Mr. Tariq completed the basic outlines of the portrait, from which point your wife could continue further. And he stopped coming to your house. But the affair with Mr. Pravin continued. After a couple of days, your maid, a Ms. Savitri, accidentally walked in on them having sex. Your wife had forgotten to lock the door and the maid was late that day. She walked in, assuming the door had been left open for her. And when she went to the room your wife paints in, she saw Mr. Pravin and your wife engaged in copulation."

"I see." I said, taking a big swig of the scotch.

"Now it seems that Ms. Savitri and Mr. Pravin had previously had sexual relations. After she saw your wife and Mr. Pravin together, Ms. Savitri got very agitated. She attacked your wife in rage and they fought for a while. Eventually, your wife subdued Ms. Savitri with the help of Mr. Pravin, and managed to eject her from the premises. But Ms. Savitri threatened to make your wife pay for her ways."

"This just keeps going deeper and deeper." I said, slurring a bit.

"Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I can stop whenever you wish."

"No, please, continue." I said, sipping some more scotch, bracing myself for the next revelation.

"According to my sources, that encounter left Mr. Pravin rather shaken. He was already ridden with guilt because of his family connections with you. Now this encounter with Ms. Savitri further complicated the situation. He was also worried by Ms. Savitri's threat. He suggested to your wife that they should stop their affair, and tell you everything. Your wife refused. They argued, and he left. So that day, he came to your house for tea, hoping to tell you everything regardless."

"He wanted to tell me everything?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, according to my sources." Salma said.

"Who are your sources exactly?" I said, slurring and raising my voice.

"Now, now, Mr. Arun. I already told you." Salma said, "I can not reveal that. I am just telling you the information we gathered. Whether to believe it or not is up to you."

"That's not fair!" I said. "Anyway, he wanted to tell me, then?"

"Your wife was vehemently opposed to the idea. She used many means to stall him and manipulate him. For instance, when you were all seated at the dining table, she apparently kept playing with Mr. Pravin's organ under the table. She threatened him saying she would report him for bang. And other things. That day, Mr. Pravin finally changed his mind and gave in to your wife's wishes." Salma said.

"However, he told your wife that he would not come over for the portrait any more. The next day, when he did not arrive as planned, your wife called him up. But he did not answer her calls. So she went over to his house. His servant, a Mr. Mangal, whom you saw in that video clip you told me about, had been given orders by Mr. Pravin to not let her in even if she came. So he stopped her from entering, and which point..." Salma turned another page and read, "your wife started disrobing at the door."

"She what??" I asked, unsure of what I had heard.

"She started disrobing at the door. Mr. Mangal, unaccustomed to a woman of her beauty and social standing exposing herself to him, gave in to her wiles. What ensued was sexual intercourse between your wife and Mr. Mangal. Mr. Pravin heard the noises, and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And......" Salma paused and looked at me, and then continued. "The next day..."

"Who whoa, wait! The next day? You were just talking about what happened with Pravin and Mangal. Did you skip something" I asked.

"Yes. It is.... not important, Mr. Arun. Just lurid details." Salma said.

"Read the whole thing!" I shouted, and Salma continued,

"Mr. Pravin heard the noises and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And your wife had sex with both of them simultaneously. Mr. Pravin penetrating her in the.....conventional manner and Mr. Mangal....." she paused and took a deep breath, "sodomizing her at the same time."

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. Doly, my exquisitely beautiful wife, sandwiched between the fat old man Pravin and his stick thin servant. Pravin fucking her in the cunt, and Mangal fucking her in the ass. Whenever I had suggested anal sex, she had always dismissed it right away. And here she was, going around getting buggered by random servants?

"Now we come to the matter of the video clips." Salma said.

"Video clips? More than one?" I asked.

"Yes, the clip you saw was just one of the several taken that day. It is also the only one in which her face is not visible. In all the other clips, her face is visible. And.... the sex has been captured on the camera in great detail." Salma said.

"Oh fuck!" I said, realizing why the news of video clips circulating had made Doly run away. The other clips were out there too! For the world to see and identify my wife engaged in a sordid threesome.

"One thing though. All the other clips are....private." Salma said.

"What do you mean private?" I asked.

"I mean, they are not in circulation like the one you saw. As far as we know. We checked all websites where such clips and routinely uploaded, and none of the other clips have appeared there. The clip you saw, with her face hidden, is the only one circulating among the general public, as far as we know." Salma.

"Well, hurray!" I said sarcastically.

"The next day" Salma continued, ignoring my comment, "things got a little more complicated. Mr. Pravin was at your house, posing for the picture. By this stage, we are told, your wife would routinely paint in the nude. There was very little painting actually. Mostly sex. That is when Ms. Savitri paid a visit to your house again. And she was accompanied by.." she flipped the page, "...four more men."

"Four men? Four? What men?" I asked.

"According to the information we have.....Mr. Narayan who runs a paan shop on Maruti Road, Mr. Narendra who is a postman, Mr. Shyam who is a waiter in a restaurant, and a Mr. Pinku who is unemployed and homeless. Ms. Savitri directed the men to have sex with your wife as they pleased. There was a scuffle. Mr. Pravin was manhandled by the four men and forced to cooperate. Your wife resisted their advances."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART8

"Hah! That's the first I have heard her resist advances from anyone but me." I said bitterly.

"Your wife resisted their advances for a while, but then was sufficiently aroused to cooperate. What ensued was an orgy in your living room, being directed by Ms. Savitri, in which your wife was ravaged by the men for the whole afternoon. Ms. Savitri also eventually joined in with Mr. Pravin, and by the end of the whole incident, there was rapprochement between your wife and Ms. Savitri." Salma said.

"Any videos or pictures of that?" I asked.

"No." Salma said flatly and continued, "An understanding was reached between the two ladies, in which they would share Mr. Pravin's company. Subsequently, your wife continued having relations with Mr. Pravin and Ms. Savitri, and on other occasions with the other four men that Savitri had brought along."

"How often?"

"On a daily basis. And that is pretty much all the information we have on the events of the past few weeks." Salma said.

"Did she continue to sleep with other men in our house after I caught her and Pravin together?" I asked.

Salma looked at the file and said,

"Yes, I am afraid so. According to the timeline we have pieced together, she had at least one of them men visit her for sex during the day, right until the day you came to me with this case. And the next day, she left you house and went to Mr. Tariq's farmhouse."

"Err...what?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Yes, about a week back, the day after you gave us the case, early in the morning one of my men had just taken his position outside your house to keep an eye on your wife, when he saw her walk out of the house. She took an auto-rickshaw and he started following her on his scooter. He followed her to a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. A farmhouse that we later found out belonged to Mr. Tariq. That is where she has been for the last many days."

I sat there, with my hand on my head. She wanted a break to think, she had said. And she was spending it with her lover.... or her master.

"What has she been doing there?" I asked wearily.

Salma picked up the phone and spoke in it,

"Rosie, did Babu drop off the DVDs? Okay, bring them in."

Then she turned to me and said,

"I am not sure exactly what she has been doing there. My man hasn't written out his report yet. But he has managed to gain access to the farmhouse and taken some pictures and videos with a hidden camera. He burnt them into DVDs and was about to submit them with a written report when we spoke yesterday and you said you didn't want to know anything. So I told him not to bother."

That's when Rosie walked in with 3 DVDs and handed them to Salma.

"Then today when you called, I asked him to drop off these DVDs. They have pictures and clips from the farmhouse, and also the private clips from the time your wife had relations with Mr. Pravin and Mr. Mangal. Here, they are yours." Salma said sliding them towards me. "You can watch them and get an idea what your wife has been up to for the last week. Frankly, I am sick of this whole case."

Salma closed the file, slid it towards me and got up.

"That is all, Mr. Arun. This file has the whole report in detail. It is yours. And please, don't bother paying me the rest of the amount."

"No, no, Ms. Salma" I slurred, getting up, "I insist. You worked hard."

"No, really, Mr. Arun, it's okay." Salma said.

I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it.

"Mr. Arun, did you come by car?" she asked.

"Yes." I said, holding the chair for support.

"You are in no position to drive." Salma said and picked up the phone "Rosie, is Babu still around? Good, send him over."

In a few seconds, the door opened, and a young non-descript looking man, whom I presumed to be Babu, walked in.

"Babu, this is Mr. Arun. Drive him home, and then come back." Salma said to him.

"Yes, Madam." Babu said.

A few minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, almost ready to pass out, as Babu drove the car. He drove the car silently for a while, until the fresh air coming in from the window sobered me up a little. I sat up and asked him,

"So you shot the farmhouse videos in these DVDs?"

He nodded.

"How bad are they?" I asked.

He kept quiet.

"Tell me how bad are they?" I asked again.

"Sir.... don't mind me saying this." he said politely "but your wife is the most sick depraved woman I have ever seen in my life. If my wife was even 1% as sick as her, I would have divorced her long back."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I am the stupid cuckolded by his disgusting wife." I said.

He drove in silence for a while more and said,

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Why are you sorry, man?" I asked. "She is the sick one. I am the cuckold. What's there for you to be sorry about?"

"Because..... I also fucked her, Sir. At the farmhouse." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Please understand, Sir. I didn't have a choice. It was an invitation only sex-club type thing. I had to gain entry to gather evidence. And once I managed to get an invitation through Salma Madam's contacts, I.....well...I had to do whatever or...whoever everyone else was doing." he said apologetically.

"Hmmmm." I said. "How was she?"

"Excuse me?"

"How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway."

"Sir....please....." he said hesitantly.

"Just answer me, dammit!" I yelled.

"She is...well, god has made her just for fucking men, Sir. She is a natural. And very talented. Does things with her mouth and cunt that I never thought possible. And her stamina...... that night I was.... probably the 20th man she was with. And yet, she was as enthusiastically involved as if I were the first." he said and stopped.

"Well, I am glad you got to taste my wife too. All men who have fucked my wife should form a voting bloc, I tell you. The number must be big enough to turn elections!" I said angrily.

Babu kept quiet. In a few minutes, we reached my home. Babu parked the car in the garage and escorted me to the door. He handed me the file and the DVDs and was about to go when I said to him,

"Give me directions to the farmhouse."

Babu turned around and said,

"Let it go, Sir. Just forget her. Divorce her."

"Just give me directions to the farmhouse. Where exactly is it?" I growled.

"Sir, even if you go there. No one will let you in. It has tight security. You need invitation cards to enter." he said.

"Give me yours." I said.

"Sir, please, just let it go." he said.

I caught hold of his collar with both hands, pulled him close to me, and yelled,

"Give me the directions and the card, or I swear I'll kill you."

I felt a hard punch land in my stomach and I immediately let go of his collar. He kicked me a few more times in the stomach and I sank to the ground in pain.

"You asshole!" he shouted "How dare you lay a hand on me? I know you are in shock so I won't do anything more to you, but the last guy that tried to manhandle me now wishes he still had his hands."

Babu spat at me, turned around and started walking away. He then turned back and walked towards me. I cowered, thinking he was going to kick me again, but instead he stopped in front of me. He took something out of his pocket and threw it at me.

"Here. This is the invitation card. The address and directions are on the back. I still think you are an idiot to want to go there. But go if you want. It's your funeral!"

I grabbed the invitation card with both hands and watch him walk out of the gate.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TESTY MILK OF MY MOTHER

PART1


This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was ** years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Sunil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of **, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin tericotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with milk from her breasts.
I developed the habit of watching her breasts as the baby sucked on her breasts. Mother would not completely open her blouse, so I can get only glimpses of her nipples and aureola as the baby sucked. But those glimpses drove me crazy. Mother's aureolas were rosy in color and her nipple was slightly reddish, because she was extremely fair in color. I knew the times she gave milk to the baby and I would position myself conveniently so that I can watch her breasts, even though pretending to read my books. I never imagined that mother would be aware of what I was doing. It was after the baby started getting indigestions that the first event happened. One evening, there was nobody at home except mother and the baby and myself. Mother asked me to sit by her side and said “Sunil, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby". I was scared out of my wits that mother knows what I am doing. I could not say anything. But mother continued, "Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed". She did not say what changed the milk. "Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?" I was extremely embarrassed, but I was glad mother was not angry at me. I just sat quiet. Then mother said, "Look here. You are also my baby and I have given you milk from these breasts before. So I do not mind to feed you again from these breasts. Tonight, after everybody is asleep, you can suck my breasts and satisfy your desire. But you must promise not to watch anymore when I feed the baby and not to tell anybody about this. Ok?" I simply nodded my head and was glad to run out of the house to hide my embarrassment.
But I was eagerly waiting for the night. Our village house was small, as all other houses. There was a kitchen and one room and a verandah outside. My father always slept in the verandah because it was cooler there. The front door was latched inside and if he wants to come in, he will have to knock and wake somebody to open the door. Me, my mother, my two sisters and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the villages. That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears " Sunil, come to the kitchen". My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There she lay down and asked me to lie beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming.
Mother laughed and said "Poor boy, you have forgotten how to suck mother's breasts. It has been a long time. Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk." I did as she told me and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. My mother drew me closer to her and hugged me. After few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, mother asked me to take her left breast in my mouth and I enjoyed milk from that breasts until it was also empty. Mother said "Is that enough, baby? Come; let us go to the hall before somebody wakes up. But I said, "Mother, please let me continue sucking your breast a little more. It is so warm and soft in my mouth." Mother said "Ok, Sunil. Only a little while." and I again took her warm breast in my mouth and gently pressed it with my lips and tongue. Then I cupped her other breast in my hand and started caressing it. After a while, mother said "You like mummy's breasts. Don't you Sunil?" and she hugged me closer to her.
Mother's voice was unsteady a little bit and I became aware of her heavy breathing. I do not know how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she said, "Come Sunil, let us go to the hall. Enough for today. Remember, not a word to anyone and no watching when I feed the baby". I said "Yes ma" and we got up and slept in our usual places. Next day, my mother's breasts looked more attractive to me than usual. I did not watch her when she fed the baby, but I kept looking at her breasts all other times. When she saw me looking at her breast, mother smiled gently and adjusted her sari so that it fell between her breasts and both her breasts were exposed to my view. I was thrilled and enjoyed the nice movements her breasts made inside her blouse as she moved about. I also noticed that her nipples were more prominent than usual today and that made my mother look lovelier. That night, I was lying in my bed, impatiently waiting for my mother to call me. After making sure the children had slept, mother whispered "Sunil, let us go to the kitchen" We went to the kitchen and closed the door.
We laid down side by side and mother opened her blouse for me. I hugged her tight and took her right breast in my mouth and sucked her milk. There was lot more milk than the previous day in both of her breasts. After I emptied both her breasts, mother said, "Did you have enough milk today, Sunil? I gave the baby cow's milk so that you can have more milk" I was thrilled and hugged her tight. "Thanks Ma, your milk and your breasts are so sweet and thanks for showing me both your breasts during the day", I said. Mother said, " I am happy to show them to you, Sunil. I was a little bit embarrassed because my nipples were erect the whole day and were pushing my blouse out more today" I said, "Ma, those nipples made you look more beautiful today. But why did they become erect Ma?" Mother said, "All because of your sucking and fondling yesterday, Sunil". "Ma, does my sucking and fondling hurt your breasts" "No, silly boy, mummy feels so nice about your sucking and fondling. That is why her nipples become erect. Now enough of this talking. Here, suck this breast and fondle the other one". I simply obeyed her. After the sucking session I told her that I want to smell her breasts and her body. She was agreed. For more than an hour I smelt her breasts, neck, bally, her back. Her motherly smell took me to haven. I felt very satisfied and peace. I continued my courtship with my mother's breasts and her body for a long time until we heard the baby crying. Mother said "Sunil, let me go and feed the baby. Stay here. You can continue when I come back, Ok?" and buttoned up her blouse and went to the hall. After fifteen minutes she came back.
This time, I unbuttoned her blouse and instead of sucking her breasts, I kissed them fondly. Mother was excited. I sat against the wall and asked my mother to lean on me and cupped her breasts from behind and gently fondled them. I caressed her nipples slowly and they became erect. I kissed her neck moving her mangle sutra aside. I could feel my mother trembling against me. After a little while mother said, "Sunil, we should not let this go out of control. Otherwise, we won't be able to enjoy even this. Mummy has some milk now in her breasts. Just suck it and let us go to sleep. Ok?" and gave me her breasts. I sucked all the sweet warm milk out of them and then we went to sleep.
From the next day, mother strictly limited our nightly affair to one hour. But she continued to display her breasts for me during the daytime and also gradually stopped breast-feeding the baby and gave me all her milk to suck. Since there was too much milk for her to hold the whole day, she asked me to come home at lunch time from college, so that she can feed me. In the evening, she asked me to come home without going for playing and I had a feeding in the evening too. This went on for three months. Of course my father never knew anything about our affair. Now one day my grandmother came to our home. Mother told me that until she returns back to her house we will not follow our routine affair. That was going to be a torture, but mother said it is better to suffer a week rather than lose our affair for ever. The third night after grandma came, mother called me to the kitchen. I was surprised. With grandma sleeping in the hall, how can we play in the kitchen? By the time I got to the kitchen, mother had her blouse already open and thrust her breast in my mouth. The breast was of course swollen with milk and I had my stomach full of her delicious milk in fifteen minutes. When I was drinking her milk she kept her caucus eye to the door because my mother knew her mother’s sleep was very tight. I asked her ma you said “until grandmother returns in her home you will not let me drink your milk, so why you called me today. She said “oh Sunil It was becoming very hard for me to wait until she returns without your sucking. I think It was not possible for me to stay calm even a single day without your tongue in my nipple. So I took the risk. After one week my grandma returned to her home. So I again had my mother's beautiful breasts to taste and fondle. One day I brought flowers for my mother when I came home in the evening. Mother was surprised but did not wear them immediately. But, when we went to the kitchen that night, mother had the flowers in her hair and she smelt heavenly. That night I requested my mother to ride on me. She agreed but asked me that can I take her huge body weight on top of me. I said yes. Then she rides on me. Under her chest and her breast I felt very safe and calm. It was felt like I was doing meditation. I felt her heavy breasts ware incising and decreasing when she was breathing. From then on I continued to bring flowers everyday which mother used to wear when we got together in the kitchen. Another three months went by and something else happened which took our love affair to the next level. There was a communal riot in town and all colleges were closed for two weeks. Since Dussehra was coming after those two weeks, that meant no college for a month. Since it was unsafe to stay in the town during the riots, my father asked mother to take the children, including me, to my aunt’s house and stay there for a month. His office did not close, so he will stay in town. So, mother and I with the two girls and the baby took the bus to my aunt's village. From the bus stop, we took the horse cart and when we reached my aunt's house, she welcomed us nicely. My aunt Susila was also a beautiful looking lady. My uncle was died in a car accident 5 years ago. She got my uncle’s job after the death of my uncle as per the govt. rule and managing her family of two children and her own younger brother very well. She was a very open minded woman and loved my mother very much. I did not know that my mother told her every thing about us and she supported it.
She took the baby from mother and told her, "Mina, you are becoming more and more beautiful day by day. Is Sunil bringing you flowers every day" and winked at me. Mother felt very shy and said, "Susila, please, not in front of the girls". "Look at her, blushing like a teenage girl. You have really made her a lot younger Sunil", my aunt said. After we relaxed a little bit, mother and aunt went to the temple for the evening pooja. When they returned, they cooked a nice dinner for us and we all ate heartily. When we were ready to go to bed, aunt said, "Sunil, You go to the upstairs room. I have put your box there. I will take care of the children downstairs." I was wondering what mother was going to do. I looked at her. But she was demurely looking at the floor avoiding eye contact with me. I went upstairs confused. The upstairs room was a surprise to me. It had been whitewashed. There were festive decorations on the wall and floor. There was a wooden bed in the middle with new mattress and pillows. There were flowers hanging from the canopy over the bed and agarbathi was lit and making the room smells very fragrant. I just sat on the bed wondering what mother was going to do.
After what seemed to me a long long time (even though it was only fifteen minutes), mother came upstairs. She had changed her silk sari she was wearing when she went to the temple and was wearing her regular thin cotton sari and slightly tight blouse which accentuated her shapely breasts. She closed the door when she came in and had a box of sweets in her hand. She sat on the bed beside me and said, "These are the temple sweets. Let me put one in your mouth, Sunil" and did so when I opened my mouth. Then I took one and asked her to open her mouth so that I can put in her mouth. My mother came near me and lovingly opened her sweet mouth. But her sweet lips so near me intoxicated me so much that I forgot the sweet and grasping her waist drew her towards me and kissed her. Mother gasped and struggled a bit but I held on to her waist and pressed my lips to hers strongly. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for 30 minutes and then sank back into the bed breathing heavily. It was a very passionate kiss. Our tongue ware not touched with each other. Even our lips ware not moved a bit from the position where first they met. It was like feeling each other’s lips and breathing heavily in unison. Mother was silent and I was worried. "Ma, are you angry?" I asked. "No, son. You just surprised me. That is all". "Then you will let me kiss you again, Ma?" "Of course, son. If you cannot kiss me who else can".
I was thrilled and again hugged her and kissed her passionately on her lips. When our lips parted, I said "Ma, your lips are so sweet and soft". Mother said, "Sunil, there is something else sweet waiting for you inside my blouse. Don't you want it?" It was then that I noticed that mother's blouse was all wet in the front with her milk. "I have been heavy with milk from the evening, son. The thought that we are going to be together in this nice room for the whole night made lot of milk in my breasts today. Please suck my breasts". I cursed myself for being so inconsiderate and immediately unbuttoned mother's tight blouse. Her beautiful breasts jumped free showing me the lovely aureoles and the erect nipples. I cupped my mother's breasts in my hands lovingly and said, "Mummy, your breasts are so beautiful". Mother did not let me finish my sentence. She drew my head to her right breast and thrust her nipple in my mouth and started striking my mouth with her breasts. Immediately, her sweet milk started pouring into my mouth and for the next half hour, I sucked and fondled my young mother's lovely breasts. Mother moaned with pleasure as I teased her sensitive nipples with my tongue and when I gently fondled her breasts cupping them nicely in my hands. "Sunil, your hands and lips feel so nice on my breasts. I wish I can have you do that all day". "Ma, I wish so too." "I think we can fulfill our wishes at least for a month, Sunil. Susila said we can spend our time in this room all day, if we wanted to. She is going to care of everything. So, you and I are free to do what we want"
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TESTY MILK OF MY MOTHER

LAST PART
I kissed mother again on her lips and said "I am so happy, Ma" and then asked her "Ma, can I take your blouse off?" Mother hesitated slightly and then said "You want me to be without blouse?" "I eagerly said "Yes, ma, please". "Ok, take mummy's blouse off with your own hands", she said and sat up. My hands trembled as I pushed her blouse off her lovely shoulders and took it off. Then I showered kisses on her breasts and shoulders and neck. Mother hugged me and moaned with excitement. Then she said, "Sunil, take your shirt off to. It is not fair if only I have to take off my blouse". I was only happy and immediately peeled off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Immediately, mummy hugged me and kissed me on my nipple. Then she started licking my flat nipple for more that 15 minutes. Her hot sweet tongue and saliva gave me tremendous pleasure. She felt my muscles and said, "Sunil, I am so happy to have a strong bodied youngster to protect me and my womanhood". Mother and I played with each other long into the night before we slept. She was on top of me and we both took our mouth to each others ear and whispered nasty jokes. She was telling most of the nasty jokes. She even told me the story of her first fucking session with my father. I smiled a lot to hear that my father fucked her 35 times in the first week of the marriage. The next few days went joyfully, with mother and I spending most of our time in our room, mother without her blouse letting me enjoy her lovely breasts sucking her delicious milk every half hour or so.

Then one day mother got into her head the idea that she wants to give me a bath like good old days. So I went with her to the bathroom where she poured water on me and started soaping me. I was only wearing a towel around my waist and when it became heavy with water, it slipped down. I hurriedly tried to wear it back on, but mother snatched it away saying "It is as well, son. Anyway I have to apply soap to your hidden parts too". Then she looked at my prick and exclaimed "Oh, Sunil, I never imagined your prick would be so long. It used to be the size of a small green pepper just not long ago. You know I used to enjoy fondling it when you were a child sucking my breast". I said "Ma. You can do that even now when I suck your breasts". "Then let me clean it up nicely, son", said mother and applied soap and with her soft hands cleaned the entire length of my prick.
Later that day, when we went up to our room, mom gave me her breasts for sucking and as I lay beside her, she put her hand inside my pajama and started fondling my cock. My cock grew large with her soft touch and was uncomfortable for her to fondle inside my pajama. So she untied my pajama and pulled it down making me naked. I did not mind because after all she was my mother and she had seen me naked so many times. But after she fondled it for several minutes, I had to ejaculate and threw one leg around her and pressing my penis against her thighs, let out several hot jets of my semen, pushing into her thighs each time a jet came out. Mother hugged me and said "Oh my darling, I forgot you are now a grown up young man with lot of semen in your balls." Then I asked "Ma, you have been giving me milk for six months now. Do you want to taste my milk too". Mother shyly shook her head to say yes. I was excited. "Mom, just like I suck your nipples, you can take my cock in your mouth and suck it. Then, soon, you will get the thick milk". Mom did like what I said and her soft lips encircled my prick and started massaging it. I held her head in position and slowly pumped my prick inside her hot mouth. Soon, I reached my climax and pumped hot semen into my mother's mouth. Mother did not let a drop of it go waste.
She gulped all the thick milk as I ejected it. She said "Oh, Sunil, it tastes so nice. I want to drink it whenever you can give me". I said, "Sure ma, you can have all of it" and I drew her up and we kissed passionately for a long time. After a while, mother wanted to go to the bathroom and went downstairs. When she was gone, I was imagining her lifting her sari, spreading her legs apart and letting her warm golden piss out. My desire to kiss my mother's womanhood, nestled between her ivory thighs, grew beyond bounds. When she came back, I asked her, "Mother, I want to kiss you here, can I please?", cupping her pudenda with my palm. Mother was taken aback, but she did not take my hand away. Her face was slightly red with shyness and she slowly pulled her petticoat up to her waist revealing to me little by little her gorgeous legs and smooth creamy thighs and finally her beautiful pudenda covered with soft hair. Mother did not have too much hair on her lovely womanhood and I could see the glistening petals of her love flower nestling sexily between her thighs.
Mother spread her legs a little and I caressed her vulva gently and lovingly. Mother closed her eyes and started moaning a little. I got between her legs and kissed her things and all around her vulva. Mother smelled very nice between her thighs and there was a fragrant warm aroma rising from her vulva. Finally, I hugged my mother around her thighs and put my lips over her soft love fruit and kissed it. Mom jerked a little when my lips contacted her sensitive vulva and pressed my head down on her vulva. Then I started licking mother's juices which tasted like honey to me. Then I put my tongue inside my mother's vulva and touched her clit. Mother slightly raised her hips as I did that and I pressed my mouth closer and took her clitoris between my lips and gently pressed it. Mother jerked her hips several times as I did that and pressed my head down harder into her vulva. Soon, she let out a long moan and warm sweet juice poured from her pudenda. I sucked all of her juice as it poured and licked her vulva clean like a puppy while she was playing with my hair. Then I moved up and mother hugged me and kissed me passionately. We kissed for a long time with more intimacy than ever before.
When our lips parted, mother said, "Sunil, you are showing me so many pleasures which I never new existed. Will you do this to me often, please? I feel so nice when you are between my thighs kissing my pudenda and licking me like a little puppy". I said, "Mother, I am willing to spend my entire life between your thighs, drinking the sweet honey from your vulva. I don't think I need anything else except your sweet breast milk and vulva juice to live." Mother said, "That reminds me, dear, my breasts are heavy now with milk. Suck my breasts", and pulled my head to her right breast. I took mother's lovely soft breast, in my mouth and started drinking her sweet milk, hugging her tightly. After a while, mother said, "Sunil, play with my vulva, dear. I am having strange feelings there". I was only too glad and immediately slid down between mother's thighs and started showering kisses on her wet and warm vulva.
I made mother get climax four times that afternoon by sucking her pudenda, before we went downstairs for the evening tea. Later that night, I saw my mother fully naked for the first time. She removed her blouse, sari and petticoat and stood before me like a goddess. She looked gorgeous with nice legs and thighs and wonderfully shaped ripe breasts. I knelt before her and pushed my face into her vulva and kissed it passionately. Then we lay down on the bed and hugged each other tightly, with my penis pressing over her pudenda. After a while, mother put one leg over me and started making pushing motions pressing my prick more tightly over her pudenda. I was excited and said, "Mother, let us copulate, please. I have wanted to do that with you for so long". Mother said, “Son, I have also been dreaming of that for the past three months. But, we will do it on a good day. I will ask Susila to find a good day for us to become a couple. Just wait until tomorrow. Today, you can put your prick between my thighs and I will press it with my thighs and you can enjoy that way." Then I fucked her thighs very herd and unloaded my juice in to her thighs. Then I told her to go bathroom to clean my cock milk from her thighs. But she said she don’t want to clean. She requested me to rub my cock milk on her legs, breasts, and in to her bally. I obeyed her order happily.
I was immensely excited to hear that mother and I are going to become a couple. Most of that night, mother and I played love games with my mother, sucking her breasts, kissing her vulva, licking her love juice from deep inside her vulva, teasing her clitoris with my lips and making her get climax and fucking her between her thighs. Mother sucked my cock several times, making me climax and drinking my love milk. With our entire love making, at one point, mother's mangle sutra got cut and all the beads and the gold fell on the bed. We picked up all of them and bundled them up in a piece of appear so that next day, mother can put them on a thread again. For the rest of the night, mother was without mangle sutra and she did not mind. In fact, she seemed to be feeling happy being without that mangal sutra. Next day, in the morning, mother came up and speaking excitedly like a little girl, said, "Sunil, Susila says today is a good day for us. Get up and take bath. We have to do a few things". I immediately got up went for bath. When I came back, I saw mother dressed in a beautiful new silk sari, wearing lot of gold jewelry and flowers and looking like a bride.
Susila gave me also new silk kurta and pajama to wear and when I was ready, to my utter surprise and delight, she gave me the mangal sutra she had prepared and asked me to tie it around my mother's neck. Mother bent her head obediently like a bride and I tied the mangal sutra around her golden neck. Then my aunt Susila gave me a flower chain and asked me to put it mother's hair. I was feeling like a bridegroom marrying my own mother. Then, my aunt asked me to take mother to the temple for prayer. When we returned, she prepared a grand dinner for us and then she asked us to go upstairs after giving her blessing. As soon as we were in our room and closed the door, mother rushed into my arms and started kissing me madly. She kissed me passionately for a long time. Then mother took of her sari, blouse and petticoat very quickly and became naked. I also did the same and led her to the bed where she lay down and invitingly spread her hands and said, " Come, Sunil, let us become a couple".
I fell on her and embraced her and showered kisses all over her golden body, including her lovely breasts and warm vulva.. Then I asked mother to lay on the bed with her legs dangling down and I took her legs and put them over my shoulder. Mother spread her vulva with her fingers and I inserted my eager prick into my mothers waiting pudenda. I slid my prick deep into mother's silky vulva and slowly started fucking her. After few minutes, I increased my sped. This time I was pounding my cock to her pussy very hard. After five minutes, mother reached her climes, but I held on. My cock was making a peculiar sound as I was invading her wet pussy. I was fucking her like an animal. She was also taken aback by my expression. I was thrusting very hard to her not so tight pussy. With every thrust our bed was making a sound parallely with her moaning. I let myself have a climax only after mother had reached climax three times. I wanted mother to remember our first coupling all her life and I am sure she did have a heavenly time that day. That was the first day of Dusserah and the next 12 days, as the village people enjoyed ras at the temple, myself and mother enjoyed our own ras in our locked room. Mother was insatiable with her new found awareness of sexual pleasure, which she had not experienced when she was young. One day she even forcefully fucked me 10 times. I was feeling very week after 5 fuck but as she was insisting and forcing me very hard, so I have not resisted her demand. I never thought a mother of four can become so hungry like my mummy was that day.
I was glad to give my 40 plus mother as much pleasure as she wanted. Susila was very happy to see her friend enjoying life so well. She not only helped me and my mother to become a couple, but she did another thing which enabled us to stay as couple. My father came visiting for the last three days of Dussehra and on the day we were to leave for our town, he called me aside and started talking to me. He said, “Son, your aunt told me everything that has happened between you and your mother. I think you have done your mother a good thing". I was completely shocked. My father continued, "I married your mother when I was already 37 and she was only 15. I was not able to give her the happiness she deserved at her age. Now you can give her all that. She can be my wife for the outside world, but within our family, she will be your wife. Keep giving her happiness." I did not know whether to feel shocked or feel happiness that, really, my mother has become my wife. I asked my father, "What about you father. Who will take care of you?". Father smiled and replied, "Since you took my wife, I am taking susila for myself." "Father, what are you saying?", I asked incredulously.
He said, "I have had desire for Susila for a long time. But I don’t wanted to hurt your uncle when he was alive and kept my feelings inside me. So I kept silent. No one knew about it even Susila also But, now you and your mother have taken the bold step. So I also took the bold step and asked your widow aunt to be my wife. She gladly agreed because her children could get their father’s love back and her empty bed will be filled by me. So we will have a mother-son couple and a aunt-father couple in your family". At that time, my mother and aunt came in. Myself and my mother touched my father's and my aunt’s feet and asked for their blessing which they heartily gave. As is the traditional way, they said, " Give us a grandchild soon". Mother felt very shy and bent her head and ran to the next room. And I also ran following her back to spray my seeds in to her cunt hole so that I can fulfill my father's wish by making my mother pregnant with our first child. In the downstairs my father filled my aunt’s soft hole with his old dick after my aunt locked all the children in one room and ordered them to watch TV.

(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART1)
The morning sun broke out earlier than usual and was cajoling my face rather sharply through our bedroom window. I woke up, preparing myself for another hot & humid day. It was a proper May. My husband, Ravi was on the last stretch of his sleep. He really appreciates that part. So, not wanting to disturb him I sneaked out of the room and headed for the toilet. When I am in there, I started brushing my teeth and felt the totally damp nightie clinging on to my back due to the power cut we had earlier in the morning. The same soaked feeling in between my thighs caused by the excessive sultriness made me feel uncomfortable while standing. Irritated, I bunched up and lifted my nightie and the petticoat underneath, to my waist and with one quick pull yanked the sticky panties off my hip. It was clinging almost like a second skin, and I felt like a snake shedding its skin off. It circled my feet the next second. Immediately, I felt relieved as the cool air brushed the region. Bidding adieu to the wet panty, I freshened up quickly and headed to the adjacent room to wake up my child and to carry on with the heavy duty routine morning chores. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have taken bath right away?’ while I headed to the kitchen.

The morning time from that point on till 8.30 am flew at a lightning pace. Hurriedly prepared neha just on time for the approaching college van and sent her off. I walked up to the door to see off Ravi. Ritually, Ravi pecked my forehead at the doorstep before leaving. He went up to his car, but returned thinking of something. ‘Did you forget something?’ I asked. He hugged me suddenly and kissed me strongly. His hands lingered at my back caressing the smooth curves of my butt. He gave a tight squeeze at the back and drew lines and made me feel moist inside at the early morning hours by drawing his finger along the crevice of my butt. With all 32 of his pearl-white teeth showing in his face, he muttered ‘You should really stay panty-free like today more often’. As usual, he received a kick in his shin for that ‘holy’ comment. I looked around over him to find that the boy at the opposite house was staring at us from the balcony. I pushed him away quickly and whispered in his ears about our (un)invited audience. He smiled and does not seemed to bother with that and continued to tickle me be poking his hands at the strategic points which he knows only too well and enjoyed my dancing to his touches and quickly squeezed my soft right breast hidden behind the loose nightie. He gave me another proper long kiss. He released me and said, “Oh, don’t forget to collect the pictures from our trip last month. I gave the negatives to print at the Nair studio in our street last week on my way to work. It should have been ready by now. I’d like to see those special pictures we took” of ourselves.” Winking his eyes, he waved at me and left with a smile. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have asked him to collect the pictures himself?’ while I headed inside.

I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.

Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud ‘Hello’. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say ‘Ask and Ye shall receive!’ my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband’s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . ‘What can I do for you madam? Didn’t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? ’. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, ‘You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that’s what I am here for’ I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, ‘madam, the pictures have come out really nicely’. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. ‘Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.’ He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair’s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn my panty?’ while I headed for the couch.




Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.



Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.

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Automatically as I grabbed the tree trunk over my head, three things happened simultaneously. 1. My breasts pushed forward and rose above their normal level. 2. My pallu gave way and moved aside, putting into light a wide variety of otherwise hidden parts of my body, my midrib for one. 3. Mr.Nair’s expectant eye balls almost popped out of their sockets. My cheeks were becoming red upon seeing nair’s expression. He quickly recovered and regained his professional poise. ‘You are beautiful madam. Ravi is really gifted. Take this as a personal compliment from me.’ With that he moved behind his camera to see me through the frame to compose the shots. He clicked a few really quickly then rose up. ‘Madam; lets start the trial shots now. Can you tilt your head a bit maintaining the pose?’ I titled my head. ‘Smile please madam’ and ‘click click click’ he was adding up the shots while I smiled at him coyly. ‘Beautiful madam, please raise your right leg a bit and rest it on the tree in the similar pose madam’ I lifted the right leg and the pallu moved farther apart now revealing my navel and a bit of the right breast as well once again causing nair’s eyes to pop out. I was really ashamed and tried to lower my hands to adjust the pallu when he said the now expected ‘so be it madam, here is the candidate shot for the wall. Please don’t move please.’ and clicked a several shots of me obscenely revealing my assets and the whole of the midrib region. ‘Please take your hand behind the tree and hold it behind you as though you are hugging it madam’. I lowered my hands and took it behind the tree and locked my palms together. He came close to me. ‘Madam I shall make some small adjustments if you don’t mind. Please stay where you are in that pose.’ without giving me time to think or react he placed his soft palms on my pallu at the shoulder and while I was looking he rolled it along the cross section of my body in the shape of a thread. He didn’t touch my boobs at all during the process leaving with me no other option but to think that he is doing his job. When I was just beginning to relax, he squatted in front of me and dug all his finger tips into the waist line of my saree, by doing so shocked me all over. I quickly brought my hands from behind to knock his hands off me. He coolly said ‘your hands over the head madam. I am just adjusting the level to make the shots come out sexy.’ He said it in a tone as though he couldn’t care less. One other main problem was his strong finger nails were brushing my hip and tickled me thoroughly. He had long nails. Excited a bit, I giggled now. ‘you… er.. it is tickling.’. I manage to form the words in between the fits of giggles. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too and liked the way I jerked my hip and tried to dig his fingers a bit deeper to tickle me further. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have avoided those naughty fingers??’ while my stretched arms headed for the tree trunk obediently amidst my fitful giggles.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART2)

Eventually, he pulled the waist line of my saree much lower than it was originally. My navel was almost in the middle between the saree and blouse. All his activities hardened my nipples and they are fully erect now. He placed his palm between the navel and the saree waistline to make sure that it is deep enough. I can’t believe myself that I was letting him do all this to me. While measuring the gap his little finger (un)intentionally entered my deep navel and lingered there longer than necessary causing me to gasp and jerk again when he applied some pressure. In that pose of mine he was very happy. ‘Ravi will be going crazy if he sees you in this pose; before you move I shall take some pictures’. I was thinking, while posing there, ‘Would Ravi love to see me in this pose?’ I was not so sure anymore although ravi has urged me to expose as long as am comfortable. I was getting a feeling that this was going beyond a level. ‘Mr.Nair, can we stop the shoot with this picture please? I think I am not interested anymore.’ I was a bit firm in the request. Mr.Nair thought a bit, ‘but madam, what happened to you all of a sudden? I thought you would oblige for my part of the deal, but if you say that you are not interested any more then it is alright with me. Just a few more snaps in the next set please with your same costume. I think the dress you are wearing now will suit more there. Please have a look at the set yourself. You’re sure that you don’t want to try some of our costumes and are happy with the trial one? we can of course digitally enhance it.’ I nodded to him and said that it is enough and he could enhance these pictures as he said and that I am not into trying those costumes shots of his. I was a bit surprised that he agreed to my proposal a bit too readily and didn’t even protest a bit. I was even a bit disappointed. I followed him to the next part of the room to the set number two, which was an old well type of set also of P-O-P and farm scenery wallpaper as the background. He made me lean on the well and snapped a few shots with various provocative poses. It was then he suggested, ‘madam I can’t help thinking that the shots taken by ravi at the lake were also portraying you to be topless and here would be a perfect setup for a few shots without your blouse in the farm background as if you are drawing water or carrying something to or from the village at the background over your head. You can use your current costume itself as it would suit the farmer girl type pose too. You can make it up for the other pictures from ravi as well.’ Since he accepted to my proposal to stop it at this point now it looked like I am almost under obligation to him and I had to say yes. ‘If you only take a few snaps and finish it off quickly then its ok with me.’ I heard myself giving the approval. ‘OK madam, I shall be waiting. Please remove your blouse. You can change behind the well if you want. While nodding to him I noticed for the first time a small tent formed inside his dhoti. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to remove my blouse?’ while my fingers headed for the hook.’
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I went behind the well completely hidden from his view and turned my head to see that he made himself busy with a book shuffling the pages absently. I continued to unhook the rest of the hooks and quickly removed it off me and tied my pallu really securely over my now naked slightly sagged breasts and brought it around my back to tuck it tight in my hip. I dissolved the ‘bun’ at my head and let the hair flow on my shoulder. I quickly combed it using my fingers to the barest approximation, just so it stays in place. It was covering one tenth of my naked right shoulder. I walked from behind the well to meet him. He bobbed his head up apparently speechless for a few moments and uttered ‘classic madam, I am sure these snaps will turn out to be classic’. He was talking to himself, ‘soft yellow light with the amber touch ups… glow on the left profile…sunlight effect on hair ends…bottom up illumination from behind… and walked inside. I was waiting for him a bit nervously while he came back with a dummy bamboo basket and some crop bundle. ‘Please pose as though you are carrying these on your head madam. I wanted myself to tell you to undo your hair but you did that yourself since this flowing hair suits the best if you pose with the basket on your head’ while giving me instructions he took my blouse I had placed on the well along with other things. I quickly noticed that. I asked him to leave the blouse there. He said ‘It will be a hindrance during the shoot here’ and started searching something else. ‘Where is your bra madam?’ he asked me absently ‘I shall put them together securely. Turning a shade redder I managed to utter ‘you don’t have to worry about it mr.nair. I… I hadn’t
bo-th-er-ed to we-ar it today.’ It somehow made me horny to talk dirty like this. Mr.Nair gave a hearty laugh and said ‘Oh, I see madam’ and walked with my blouse while I stood frozen watched him walk away just like that with my blouse to the next room and while walking away from me, back facing me, he sniffed it in a whiff. I don’t know how he felt, but seeing him do that drove me crazy. He came back from the room inside ‘your blouse is safe there madam. Let’s start, first with some plain pictures’. I nodded and leaned over the dummy well and smiled. He came close to me and adjusted my hair such that a couple of my long locks fall on my face up to my chin and it accentuated my looks by a multitude of degrees. I liked his care for the level of details. He clicked several shots from different angles from various distances and zooms. He came closer to me and moved the pallu away from my back and told me to lean on the wall like am trying to look inside. He captured my full bare back view and told me to turn my face half way through to look at the lens. I was beginning to relax slightly with my blouse less attire and eased up a little and smiled for the first time. He showered a lot of clicks until he was satisfied. Next, he handed me the basket and told me to walk to the centre of the set so he can cover as much background as he can get and told me to place the basket over my head. I held the basket with a raised hand and posed as if I was walking. The side and the base of my left breast were showing up a bit which generated tingles in me again knowing that I am providing a partially unabashed view to nair now. He clicked several shots in the pose of me revealing my armpit and the fair mid rib region. My perky nipples were clearly poking out of the saree now adding the sensuousness to the shots I suppose. While I was leaning on the well with my left hand standing at a corner right along the wall, my back rested accidentally on a camouflaged switch on the wall. I heard the noise of the switch go off and the next instance I felt myself screaming. Nair ran towards me and stopped midway through laughing so hard. I had been standing right under the shower of the studio and I had turned the switch on by mistake. He pulled my shivering self away from the water quickly and found the switch on the wall and turned it off. By then, it was too late and I was soaked to my skin and my wet hair sticking to my body. He explained that since the wiring for the switch can’t be installed anywhere else it has to be behind the wallpaper in the wall, its presence not obvious at all. He also explained that this set is also typically used for the rain scene shoots. While I was drenching wet he said, ‘hold on madam, I will take you to the change room in a minute, but this is a priceless shot.’ Unable to react either way I was just staring at him as he clicked. I was wiping the water off my face which in itself presented him with more natural poses as my rain soaked pallu gave way obviously. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I even need to wear a dress at all after this?’ While my hands headed up to cover my obviously jutting out nipples.

After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45 minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee. So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal. Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull it down a bit more to cover my thighs.


I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam, Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me? Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed towards the set.
Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree. ‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really quickly not wanting to put up a long show.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART3)
‘That’s ultimate. You are looking positively beautiful.’ He took a few more snaps praising me all the way through, constantly throwing flattering comments about one of the body parts. He came close to me ‘time for complete back shots’ and pulled me toward him and turned me in a whiff. Before I could think of what was going on, he stood behind me and pulled my hands off my and pulled towards him and quickly peeled the shirt off me and let me standing there completely topless. I recovered and quickly covered my bare tits with a squeal. I was about to protest and he beat me to it. ‘Stand here sweetie’. He pulled me away from the tree completely and spun me around. I was so glad that I was wearing the huge hat and didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of facing him. I must have been facing away from me I suppose. While I was standing covering my breasts, he came close to me and held his hands at my waist softly and slowly spun me around and whispered near my face. ‘Time for some frontal shots now’ and released his hands with some force and moved away to take more clicks. While he was doing his business I realised that the soft muslin cloth tied around me lost its grip considerably due to persistent handling while he spun me around. I was faced with a situation. He continued clicking when I rasped ‘Stop for a minute. I need to tighten the cloth at my hip. It’s loosing its grip’ (so was my situation. I am loosing the grip over the situation by the second). ‘Oh don’t worry about it’ he cooed. He came close to me next instance and I suppose squatted in front of me. Both his hands were on the waist line of the long muslin cloth. He undid the frills fully, but holding the cloth in position he expertly took the frills and tightly tucked it in, perhaps a better job than mine, given the situation. I was growing all hot from head to toe with every minute touch he made. He might have had a fleeting glance of my pussy when he was taking the frills. I was getting horny and wet at the thought of that. After tightening he placed his palm between the navel and the frills as if measuring the gap and seconds later his fingers targeted the centrepiece of my midrib. I let out a noticeably sharp gasp when his little finger entered my deep navel while he spread his palm over my belly. His other finger pawed me and sprawled all over while his little finger was drawing circles. By now it must have been very very obvious to him that my navel is the triggering point to break my dams of passion and turn me on. His voice grew coarse now ‘Some dirt in there. One minute. Let me clean that’ with that I found his long hot tongue entering my navel and drawing circles while I found myself gasping loudly now. He had me in control. After some lapping with the tongue there he fingered the area some more. He said ’It’s cleaned now’ and left me gasping there and went few steps away and took a few more shots. I was literally boiling hot inside with passion caused by prolonged heavy petting. There was no sound from him for a few seconds. Then he came close to me and placed his arms on my hip and spun me around. ‘Time for a full back view my beautiful lady’ and while muttering those words his hands gripped the muslin cloth around me at the frills and in a fleeting moment with such a force he pulled at the frills and yanked it off me. My only reaction was a hollow gasp. The image of the Gandhi statue opening ceremony held in our town while I was a youngster came to my mind. He went back with the last piece of my clothing in his hand. In a fresh rush of shame I crossed my legs although I was facing away from him (I believed). ‘Yours is the most wonderful back I have seen ever’ nair uttered. After what seemed like an eternity he took a million or so snaps of my naked back and all the while letting me boil in passion he finally said ‘turn around now’ I was thinking of myself ‘Should I have asked for the towel back’ while I headed to face him, with my hands covering my privates.
He clucked his tongue upon looking at me. ‘My oh my… what a beautiful thing we have here. Your honey pot looks nicely shaven and smooth. Ravi is very lucky.’ With that he took a few more pictures of me full nude save the large hat. I just can’t believe still that I had let him talk me into posing full nude for him showing him everything letting him describe about my privates and all. I was hearing the clicks for a few minutes without interruption and a big silence after that. After what felt like a millennium I heard foot steps then. I noticed the clothes rustle missing this time! Before I could think of the consequences of the missing rustle I felt a hot tongue resting on my navel. Next instance nair’s hand were crawling up on my hip on either side and finding their way behind He must have been kneeling in front of me. His hands grabbed my globes behind and started caressing me. I gasped and moaned as his hands kneaded my buttocks and his tongue was busy lapping my navel. My whole body was writhing with pleasure. I was amazed at the softness of his palms. He ran his fingers along the middle of the valley between them globes up and down. I was wondering to myself how come he knew that I am hypersensitive there. He gripped my buttocks with some force now and his tongue descended from my navel and travelled towards my more than inviting expectant vagina. I readily parted my thighs when he pressed his chin in between my thighs. His tongue lapped and cleaned my pussy lips thoroughly. I heard a ‘mmmmm’ from down below. He brought his hands from my buttocks a bit lower and let his fingers attack my pussy directly from behind me. I let out a loud ‘aaaah’ of course not due to pain and parted my legs much wider now. His tongue reaching the prime spot started licking my inner lips. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need to cover my breasts anymore??’ while my hands headed for his head.


It felt good to run my fingers along nair’s curly hair and letting them lock in the curls. I felt that I was gripping his hair harder and harder. Nair released one had from my behind and the next instance it was caressing the underside of my soft left breast. I moaned louder in passion when his fingers circled my hard nipples. His hands were so soft; in fact it must have been softer than mine! I let him play with my nipple. His naughty fingers drew circles and pinched me ever so slightly. It was a sharp contrast to Ravi’s rough handling all the time. It was an eye-opener to me to know that how much sensitive I am to the soft touches. He continued to lick my inner lips and now taut clit. It was just the right force being applied there. He gently pulled the skin at the clit with his teeth. I sensed the building climax inside me looming to erupt any minute. I moaned louder and louder. Taking the cue mr.nair briefly interrupted his tongue-lapping act and inserted a finger deep inside my completely wet pussy and took out and continued to lap his tongue in me. Next instance, I realized the reason for him doing so. He ran his fingers along my crevice and at the mid point he pushed his now very moist index finger. To even my surprise it slipped easily into the orifice there. Momentarily I jerked and found myself standing in tip toes while he inserted me there. Then he continued to lick and play with my pussy in deliberate slow circles and his finger in me from behind was now moving back and forth slowly giving me a painful pleasure, while his free hand was gently massaging my tits and pinching my nipples alternatively. I couldn’t take this sequence very long I moaned louder and louder. My frequency of moaning increased rapidly and so did his pace. At one point I felt myself going rigid and then let out a loud cry combined with convoluted spasms of my muscles all over. I came out very loud and strongly and it lasted for several seconds long. I was thoroughly spent and was sweating all over. Nair stood up and scooped me as I was about to collapse. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need a hand kerchief now?’ while I headed into mr.nair’s arms.


Mr.Nair was carrying me like he would carry a pillow to the bed. I realized while he carried me away that he had removed his shirt. He walked a few steps and placed me on what felt like a bench. I am so grateful for the hat though. I felt his presence by my side. I let my hands wander over while lying on the bench and found his strong thighs. He has ridden his dhoti as well! To my surprise I was letting my hands linger there longer than necessary enjoying the stiffness of his muscles. He moved and spread his legs and either side of the bench and began stroking my breasts. My nipples responded to him immediately and the familiar tingle in me started again. ‘The best pair of breasts alive right in front of me’ he commented as he continued to knead them with both hands and fondled them gently. I let my hands traverse above his thighs slowly taking time. Still with the hat covering my face, this temporary blindness is an incredible turn on with my mind trying to anticipate what I would expect next on my touch and what to expect from his naughty hands. I ran my manicured nails along his inner thigh as he let out a moan. My hands finally met his tight balls. It really felt good cupping them with my fingers. He let out a soft sigh as I cupped his. Nair was standing over me with his legs divided on either side of the bench giving me brilliant access to his balls. I gave his balls a good squeeze and nair moaned an ‘aaaah’ loud. Of course he enjoyed it. Tracing my fingers around the balls for a long duration teasing him sufficiently I ran my fingers along the base of his shaft. He let out a low growl as I began my pilgrimage and my fingers began their quest of reaching the tip of his shivlinga It was my turn to be surprised. As I kept moving my fingers he kept growling louder, but what was not happening was that I did not reach the tip yet. My fingers kept going on and on and on for what seemed like an endless journey. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have to move my finger faster?’ while I headed for my destination.


That was one journey which I couldn’t really complain of. I finally managed to find the tip and my finger needed a rest. So I encircled my palm around the tip as mr.nair pinched my nipples harder. I pushed the foreskin of his massive shaft downwards and felt the softer ‘real’ tip and started circling it. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and let out loud moans now. I thought to myself in a wicked way ‘It is your turn now to moan mister!’ and smiled myself at how childish it sounded. I moved his penis back and forth and then let while cupping his balls and gently squeezing it with the other hand. He moaned louder and not being able to withstand any further he moved a step forward towards me and his hand pushed my hat off my face. This was something I didn’t expect as I was getting fairly comfortable hiding my face under the hat. The first thing I saw after remaining under cover for what seemed to be an enormous time was his huge monster thing looming just centimetres above my face. I let out a sharp gasp in sheer surprise. Next thing I realised he pushed his massive took o brush along my lips. I was still holding it in my hands and despite myself I found my lips parting. I took my tongue out to explore the skin of his member. I moved my skin along the side of it and then reached the top. He was gripping my tighter as I made circles on the tip pushing the foreskin below. I licked the tip with my now hungry tongue for some time. He moved his hip back and forth. I took his tool in between my open lips and guided it slowly. I closed my lips and he suddenly pushed it inside with some force. I felt it hit the base of my throat. He took over and rocked his thing back and forth inside his mouth for a few minutes. It felt good. I cupped and played around with his balls all the time and even pinched them making him jerk. It felt good. While having his tool in completely I grabbed his tight but large butt and ran my nails along the still muscles. It felt good too. I was still ogling at his wide eyed chest and ran my fingers along his wide chest. It was then he decided that it was time for the kill. He removed his tool from my mouth and lifted both my legs in the air easily and then spread them wider. He inserted his huge thing in me and it went in easily half way through. He pushed his powerful frame and pushed it further to let it in fully. He then stood in that position and rocked back and forth. I ran my fingers on his hairy chest and pinched his nipples periodically. He gasped and moved his torso back and forth over and over. His hand in the process tweaked my nipples and made me go crazy. I felt that raising orgasm inside me too. He was moving his whole body back and forth now and in spite of the A/C both of us were sweating profusely. The beads of sweat in his forehead made him look more macho and attractive. After a few more strokes and the passing of a few more minutes I sensed his stiffening muscle and almost at the same time I was beginning to build faster inside me. He stiffened his whole self and let out a long low growl while he came in me in long jerks while I found myself screaming with pleasure as I had hit it again for the second time within a matter of few minutes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should there be a third?’ while I released my aching muscles off him with a smile and headed to sit on the bench by his side.



I was sitting on the stool for a few minutes glancing absently at the beach scenery, lost in confused thoughts still naked wearing the hat again not covering my face this time. Mr.Nair came back, fully dressed now with my saree, petticoat and blouse in his hand. He placed them by my side and before I could protest he clicked a few shots of my tired face and naked body after two thunderous orgasms. ‘For my personal satisfaction. I shall give it to you as well if you want’. After cleaning up hastily, I dressed myself up with my OWN clothes and left hurriedly. While at the door I heard Mr.Nair shout ‘Madam, come back sometime in the afternoon to collect some of the pictures. To complete your part of the deal, and don’t forget the pictures taken by ravi. They must still be lying on the chair in the front office. I grabbed the cover containing the pictures on my way out. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I ever go back to that place again, leave alone collecting the pictures for my part of the deal??’ as I headed to my home entering the hot and humid street in the May afternoon, I was started to feel that nair’s baby was playing around my bally.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
PART1
Never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.

Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jetlag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn't keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc... Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.
For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.
On the 31st, I thought of asking him on a gift from me for the new year. At lunch, his dad came from work to have lunch with us and on the table I brought up the topic. His dad also liked it and said he would like give another gift too. Ramesh refused any gifts at first but I kept stressing. After some time he told his dad that he will accept anything his dad gives and told me he will think and tell me what he wants from me.
His dad has left few minutes after his lunch and I resumed to cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. All the time I was giving ideas for him and he kept rejecting them. Then I asked him "Probably we should get you a wife!" Ramesh blushed a lot and said "Na...I am too young for it". We laughed off. After few moments Ramesh said "I know what I want for new year mom! I was afraid to say it before dad." I said "Thats good! Then spit it out!"
Ramesh said "Hope you wont be upset mom!"
"I wont..Tell me...If I can afford it I will" I replied.
"Sure you wont be upset mom!"
"Yes honey! I wont! Now tell me" asked him eagerly.
Ramesh paused for a moment and said "Gosh! This is so embarrassing!"
"Come on Ramesh! It wont be that bad"
After another moment he said "I want you mom!"
I laughed "You want me son? You have already got me!"
"No! I mean I want more of you mom!" Ramesh replied.
"More of me! What more honey? Do you want me to come to US too?"
"Well, I want that too but...more means..." Ramesh hesitated again.
I said "Come on Ramesh! more means?"
Ramesh paused again for a while an then said "aah...I want something....that is underneath your saree mom.."
I was stunned. Before I could recover, he continued "I want to lick your yoni (pussy) and enter it mom"
My senses went blank....I could not hear anymore. I could see Ramesh but can't hear his voice. I was dumbfound.
Then suddenly half of my blood rushed to my mouth and suddenly I uttered "I am your MOTHER for god sake Ramesh! What the hell are your asking?"

Ramesh said "You only provoked me mom. I just told you what I want."
"I am you mother...You don't expect to get gifts like that from your mother!" I paused.
"This is sick Ramesh! Why do you want such a gift from me?"
"Because I love you mother"
"Is this the way to show your love? By asking your mother to sleep with you?"
Ramesh kept quiet.
"Oh Ramesh! What has gotten on to you son? If you are lonely we will get you married!"
Ramesh interrupted "No mom! I don't want anyone but you"
"But I am your mother! You were born out of me. You are my body!"
"But I am a man now mother! You have been great to me as mother and I want you to be my woman too!"
"Shut up! Dont say that kind of words" I screamed.
Ramesh kept quiet and I walked into my bedroom and shut the door.
I kept thinking. I still have these pictures of my son in my thoughts...so innocent and respectful. What happened to him? He is lusting for his own mother. I bore him for 9 months and brought him to this world. He was a good student and has done well in his life. And then suddenly this? Must have been the westernisation I thought. My thoughts drifted along for another hour or so and by then my anger got lost. I felt sorry for Ramesh.
I came out of the room and looked for Ramesh. I looked in his room. He was lying on his bed reading a book. I walked in towards his bed. He pretended my absence.
I walked up to him, sat on the bed and asked "Why Ramesh? How did you get such an unnatural thought?"
He smiled, then got up, picked up a cd he brought with him, held my hand and pulled me to the computer room.
He loaded the cd and opened a webpage on the cd. The page had a picture of me and below it, it had numerous links to several text files. The he clicked on one and showed it to me. It was a erotic mother/son incest story!
All the other files were mother/son sex stories too. Some were consensual and others were bangs. Some involved sleeping or un-concious state sex. Many even claimed mothers getting pregnant by their sons!
Gosh! So much literature on mother/son incest!
Ramesh left me there for me to explore more. I was disgusted at first but slowly I got interested in the stories. Some even write that they recommend mothers to have sex with their sons.
I read through some of them before it was time for me to cook for dinner. I left the computer and Ramesh took his cd back.
I had to go to bathroom to ease myself off after reading those stories. No wonder those stories gave Ramesh some sexual thoughts about his mother.
Ramesh never spoke to me about it after that. We had our dinner and we went to sleep early. Ramesh was still watching tv. That night I had to seduce my husband to fuck me. He was surprised a bit about my sexual intensions but we had an excellent sex. My hubby is a good lover. But to be frank, during the act I replaced him with my son fucking me.
But I took care not to utter his name aload.
The whole night I kept thinking about those stories. I even dreamt of them.
In the morning after the breakfast, I waited until his dad left saying he will not be coming home that night as he has y2k work. As soon as he is out I asked Ramesh for the cd. Ramesh didnot utter a word and gave me the cd.
I spent prettymuch the whole day reading those stories. I was suprised to see somany of them. And there were many with Indian cultural background too!
We had lunch...I went back to the computer. We had afternoon tea...I went back to the computer. I took a break to cook dinner for both of us and soon after we had our dinner. Ramesh insisted he will go to his friends place but I told him not to. He was not happy and resumed his tv watching. We both watched the tv until midnight. We the clock striked 12 we congratulated eachother on new year. His dad rang us from work and Ramesh rang all his friends here and in US to wish them.

After calling everybody Ramesh resumed his tv watching as I went to my bedroom. Then I took off my saree and my blouse leaving only the bra and pettycoat. Then I called Ramesh.
Ramesh walked into the room and I caould see him being agape looking at me. I told him to come inside and lock the door. He locked the door and turned towards me and I said "Here is your gift Ramesh! Your mother's body and her yoni"
Ramesh was very excited "Really mom?"
I said "Yes son!"
He just leaped towards me saying "Oh Thank you mom! Thank you verymuch!" hugging me tight and planting his lips onto mine. The sensations of my son's lips on mine was excellent. He then he sucked my lips and tongued my mouth. It was ecstatic enjoying my son's sexual moves and rubs. He was caressing my body with his hands. He moved his hands slowly on to my buttocksand then inserted his hands between my thighs to touch my pussy. I sqealed a bit enjoying his explorations. He stroked my ass crack and my pussy with his middle finger for a moment and the moved his hand to untangle my pettycoat's thread knot. As he untangled I felt a bit shy as I tried to hold on to my sliding pettycoat but he was too quick to grab my hand. He then whispered in my ear saying "let me unwrap my gift mom". I was excited to my high with those words. He then untied my bra to reveal my motherly breasts for him. This time to satisfy his sexual hunger. He then took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was my son sucking my breasts but I had feeling of my lover sucking me.
He kept sucking my breasts for few minutes interchanging them by caressing the other. It was a breast sucking sex of my life. I wondered where did he learn all this?
Then the took me to the bed and laid me on my back. By now I just bacame a follower doing everything he wants me to do. He then started kissing my breasts and slowly worked towards my navel and then to my lower abdomen towards my thick bush. As he reached my bush I inadvertantly raised my legs and folded them for him to access. He then used his left hand to widen my crack as he looked at my pussy with curiosity. I felt embarrassed for a moment as he looked on at his birth place. Then he slowly moved towards it to take my clit into his mouth and starting sucking it. It was at that instant I had my first orgasm. It just happened because of my excitement I guess.
He sucked my clit for few moments and then his tongue was allover my cunt. He inserted it into my vagina, fucked me with it and licked every part of my pussy clean. It was then he took off his clothes as I watched him in desperate condition of having my cunt fucked. I never was in this position before. When ever I wanted I hinted my hubby and within minutes he was on to it. Now it appeared as if Ramesh took ages to remove his clothes. As he took off his pajama his cock sprung up like a cunt seeking device pointing towards me. I never imagined I will get to see my son's erection to the least that I am gonna be fucked by his thick meat.
As soon as he undressed Ramesh moved over me, positioned himself, held his dick with his right hand and then ran over the head over my pussy lips and my clit. I shuddered as his head touched my clit. He did it for few strokes and then he inserted it into my vagina. I moaned loud. It was the moment I was waiting for. The union of yoni and lingam....the union of mother and son....the union of my flesh with me.
I was at my sexual ecstacy as he started fucking me slowly for few strokes. Than suddenly he started pounding my cunt in vigourous motion. I started moaning more and more louder as he increased his rhythm. It was then I had my second orgasm. Ramesh too climaxed not long after that as he squirted his potent seed into me for the first time.
He then collapsed on me patting and puffing as if he had been thru an aerobic session.
After few moments he said "Mom, that was the best gift I ever had in my life"
I asked "Did you enjoy your gift?"
He said "Yes! More than anything! How about you?"
I said "I enjoyed every moment of being your gift" stroking my fingers thru his hair.
He concluded "I love you mom"
I said "I love you too son" as he moved to kiss my lips.
After the kiss he asked me "Will I get to use my gift again?"
I said "Yes! Anytime whenever there is opportunity!"
"How about now?" he said pushing his semi erect dick into my soppy pussy.
I was shocked that he is already getting hardon. I replied "Ok son!" enjoying our copulation and anticipating for another ride of my life!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
PART2
Half an hour after my son finished filling me with his cum, he was fast sleep beside me. I too was tired from our my sexual encounter and dozed off thinking about all that happened we hours ago.

I donot know how long I slept but I was waken by the sound of somebody opening the front door. I gotup immediately to find my clothes but heard the steps getting near. I quickly grabbed my blouse and went back to bed and covered the blanket over me. I didnot even had time to hook my blouse. So I turned on my side trying to hook atleast the first hook. Then the door opened and it was Ramesh's dad. He switched the light on as I pretended I just got woken up. I looked at him and said "You're back?" He said "yes! not any serious problems so came back". He looked at Ramesh as I told him "He wanted to sleep with me here. I will wake him up". I carefully started turning so that he would not notice my open blouse. By then he interrupted "Don't worry! Let him sleep here. I will sleep on his bed". I did not attempt to move then on and he switched off the light and went to Ramesh's room. I laughed at my position. Good that Ramesh is my son. Otherwise which husband would see his wife in bed with a naked man and walk away saying 'let him sleep?'
Underneath the blanket his son is completely naked with his mothers' drying cunt juices all around his dick and his pubic hair. And I am wearing my blouse unhooked and completely nakedbelow my stomach with my cunt filled with his son's thick cum. It gave a whole new meaning for the phrase "looks deceive!"
I was so excited by the scenethat I had to wake Ramesh for another session of mother/son sexual ecstacy.
That night was a night of my life with my son fucking me on my bed and my husband sleeping in next room. Ramesh too started talking kinky after he knew that his dad is sleeping in his room. During our fuck session he kept saying words like "Ah! I am in heaven...thanks dad" and "you have a sexy wife dad". I was terribly afraid that his dad might come back. I think if a mother like me wants to have an extramarital affair, I recommend them to seduce their sons. How many times you will get to fuck your lover while your husband is sleeping next room?
The next morning I got up early to prepare the breakfast. I felt great that morning! Ramesh and his dad though, slept well until 9am. Since both had slept late I let them sleep until then and the went to my hubby to wake him up. I woke him up and he grabbed me to give a good lip kiss for the new year. We both hugged for a while as he embrassed me tight. I told him he should get up as it is getting late. He murmured a bit, gave me another kiss and then trotted to bathroom telling me to wake Ramesh up. He dissappeared into the toilet as I went to our bedroom to wake ramesh up. I woke him up and started pulling his blanket. He is still naked underneath it and I wanted to take a peek at the manhood that took care of my lust last night. He held on to the blanket and asked where his dad was. I told him he is in the toilet. Then he suddenly pulled me on to him as I stumbled on him and he gave me a deep lip kiss. I tried to struggle first but then I stopped as I enjoyed my second kiss of the morning with my second man. He held my left breast with his right hand and started caressing it while kissing. After a while I stopped him and got off him telling him to get up and walked out to the kitchen.
Ramesh got up and went to our second bathroom. After a while he came back to me in the kitchen while I was standing at the kitchen table. He asked me where's his dad and I said he might be taking a shower. He then asked "where's my breakfast?" I said "wait! its getting ready! Let your dad come." He said "not that breakfast mom!" and came to me from behind, aligned his dick against my ass cheeks, put his hand into my saree tangles and held my womanhood and said "this mom". I was so excited with his kinky gesture I almost came. I could'nt help but moan a little and said to him "you just had late night snack few hours ago! Are you still hungry?" He said rubbing my mound and his dick "Yes mom! your food is so tasty I cannot have enough of it!" I said trying to overcome the feeling "this food legally belongs to your dad! So don't try to eat it while your dad is around!"
"No?...not even a taste?" Ramesh said in a dissappointed tone still rubbing my pussy lips thru my saree. I was so excited, I could feel my juices coming out but tried controlling it and told him "Nop! not even a taste! Wait until your dad is gone and you can eat as much as you want"
Before I could finish the sentence, Ramesh took his hand away from my pussy as he saw his dad coming. His dad must have over heard my sentence, he asked "What is that you want to eat son?" I stumbled on hearing his words but regained my composure and said "You son is very hungry! He wants his breakfast before you come!" I almost laughed at the kinky meaning of those words. I was looking at Ramesh who by now walking into the lounge with a big smile on his face smelling his fingers that rubbed my cuntlips.
"Then you should have given him! He must be starving!" his dad said. Ramesh quickly looked at me with a lustful gaze and said "See! Dad doesn't object!"
"I don't object! If he is hungry you should feed him Kantam!" his dad added. "I can eat later"
I turned away as I could not smile at my hubby's innocense. I thought to myself "If you know what me and Ramesh are talking about, you would not only object but kill us both"
We cut the chat and had our breakfast. Ramesh kept passing me "give me your pussy" looks at me. After we had enough to eat, there is still some left so I asked Ramesh if he would like an another round. He said "No mom! Not now". He paused a while and then said "I will have my next round after dad is gone to work". I knew what he was getting at but kept quite. His dad said "Thats my boy! Take a break and have another round! It will make your mother happy!"
Every word my hubby says is inducing a twitch in my already drooling cunt. Added to it Ramesh is taking it further saying "Will you be happy mom?.........will you?". He kept asking until I said "Yes!"
Ramesh sat on the couch watching tv while his dad dressup to go to work. I knew he is watching tv but counting the moments of his dad leaving the house. Finally after 10 mins his dad bid bye to me and Ramesh and Ramesh saw him off and closed the front door. Before I could hear his dad opening the car door, Ramesh is already naked and untangling my saree. He ripped my saree off and threw it on the couch and dragged me to our bedroom while hugging me and caressing my breasts.
By the time his dad pulled the car out of our driveway Ramesh got me naked and was all over my body. He did not listen to my plead that his dad could come back. As he inserted his dick into my wet pussy, I heard my hubby's car drive away. I didnot have any relief until his car pulled away and before he was gone, Ramesh is already pounding my pussy with vigourous and long strokes.
I was amazed by Ramesh's restlessness to fuck his mother. His dad did not even leave the premises he has already made me naked and copulating with my vagina. Before I could come to my senses and started enjoying, Ramesh already came spurting his hot cream into me. He must have been very hot. We both were patting for breath and we are in a mess. We both were lying across the bed with Ramesh on top of me. My blouse and pettycoat lying on the floor. My pussy is all wet with combination of our juices. I was left unfulfilled as Ramesh finished earlier than me.
"Thanks for the second breakfast mom" Ramesh uttered while controlling his breath. "It was as good as your real breakfast"
"You have eaten forbidden food Ramesh!" I said smiling. "This food belongs to your dad"
"You know mom" Ramesh said squeezing my nipples "Forbidden food is always tasty...specially my mother's...Once tasted you can never stop"
"And then, dad himself gave me permission to eat" he said as we both laughed.
We spent most of the new year day naked and on bed. We fucked four times before we both were exhausted and it was time for his dad to get back from work.
It was only in the evening I wore my saree again. Ramesh never gave me an oppotunity to wear it keeping my pussy wet all the day. He had a final snack before his dad came home and started complaining his dick hurts.
I never had somany fucks in a day for years. Ramesh's dad used to fuck me like that when we were young. Never thought I will see that day again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
LAST PART
To say the least from that day onwards, Ramesh became my second lover. We became mother and son only for other people and for his dad. It was very hard to balance being mother and lover with a stud son around and doing all kinds of mischievous things. Ramesh never had enough of me and used to molest me even when somebody is around. he does more of it when somebody is around us. He would never let an opportunity go to fondle his mother's body. I always wondered whether he is doing it for shear lust or to hint people around that he is bonking his mother. In anycase, I liked it.

Ramesh's four week holidays passed by in a flick. This time his holiday was spent in an unexpected manner though! He had new girl and I had a new lover. The new millinium has provided me with a son-lover and with lots of cum in my pussy and another cocktail of love juice marks on my bedsheet. I thought I would get him a bride this time but never imagined I would become his lover and take his semen in me.
A week before Ramesh's departure, I became sad. Previously, it used to be only a son's see off. Now its a son and lover. He made me rid of all sexual frustrations I had and took me to a new hieght of sexual ecstacy where only a son can take his mother to. I felt sad missing a son and a lover. Ramesh has another week in singapore before he would go back to US. Seeing me very dejected of Ramesh's departure his dad suggested me to take a trip to singapore with him. I was so excited but at the same time I felt a bit guilty that I am taking advantage of my hubby. It wasn't until the next day when Ramesh lifted my pettycoat yet again to show me heaven, I decided I need to have another week of this forbidden dick of my son. So I booked and flew with my son to sinagpore. Ramesh and I had time of our life. It wasn't a lot different from India but in singapore Ramesh got access to his mother's pussy even in the night. Shopping and sex were the two main things in our agenda with everything rolling around those. We talked to my hubby on phone but everytime we talked to him Ramesh was either licking or fucking my pussy. We both talked together with him while our genitals locked. Only a son can give this opportunity!
Before we knew the week was over and we had the time of our lives. Ramesh saw me off at the airport the day before he flew to US.
I flew back with fond memories of our lustful 'honeymoon' followed by a big shopping bag. Ramesh took care of all the shopping bills. Somehow I felt like I was his escort or a call-girl and Ramesh paid me for my services to him. The perverted feeling in me was satisfied that I became a personal whore for my son.
After he is gone to US Ramesh called me more often specially when his dad is not around to talk about his fantacies of fucking his mother. He makes me so hot on phone that I tell him I replaced his dick with my fingures as we kept talking. I even asked him if he thought of me as his escort during our singapore lustweek. Ramesh said it was not the case and he payed the bills as a gratitude of me being a perfect mother. It was until later I found our that Ramesh also paid for my airfare. Ramesh might have did it for love towards his mother but I certainly felt I escorted my son while in s'pore. With the amount of spending he did on me, I figured its well over 5000 rupees per day. We kept talking about all the kinky things. Our phone calls have become more like lover calls instead of mother and son ones. He never completed a call without giving me an orgasm when his dad is not around.
It wasn't another three weeks passed by, I realised Ramesh has left me more than my fond memories of becoming his lover and probably his whore. The loads of semen my pussy was soaked in all the time when Ramesh was here finally managed to penetrate my egg. Little did my egg know that the semen was from my own son. Little did Ramesh's semen knew that it his mother's egg he's penetrating. How would they know? Their job is to procreate. The evolutionary cycle has turned around with semen from my own son penetrated his own mother's egg.
I went into this philosophy mode. All these mother/son relationships are all created by us. In my opinion everybody is free to mate with everybody. Look at animals; a son always fucks his mother to mate and create more. Likewise a mother always gives her son a chance to make her pregnant. Take a look at ancient history! Every culture has mother son turned lovers relationships. The mother earth also mated with her son to produce. Eve was Adam's mother. Eve also became the wife of her another son/grandson Cain whom she produced through Adam. Several greek legends married and lusted for their mother. The famous Jocasta and Oedipus mother/son copulation yeilded 3 children. Jocasta must have been one happy woman when she married her son.
In my opinion mother/son sex is natural thing to do. Since a woman matures and marries generally when she is 15/16, her breeding season is divided between her husband and son/s. The first fifteen years until she turns 30 are husband's to produce and when her sons turn 15 she should be mating with her offspring and breed with them until the age of menopause. For me it seems logical and our bodies are designed for it. It is a well known fact that women reach their prime sexual stage when they are past 30, the age when her sons too reach a sexual age. The sexual desire of a mother and her son would balance each other at that stage.
I started out late now at 43, but I still feel I have few more years to breed with my son. I am starting now. To say the least I am pregnant with my son. It felt good. I felt as if I am godess Rati, the love godess who became a lover to her son Kama, the cupid.
As usual my husband thought his semen lacked some discipline and invaded his wife's womb. My mother-loving son is very excited that his semen made its way to penetrate his mother's egg and made his sexy and slutty mother pregnant with his child. I have mixed fellings about this. I am not happy because I am pregnant at this age but at the same time I am excited because my own son made me pregnant. I am fucked by both men of my life and I became pregnant by both of them.
Few weeks later I was stuck between two males competing for possession of a pregnant female. Ramesh might have thought he wanted to see his slutty mother belly grow as his baby took shape. So he proposed his dad that I should go to US. He used the excuse saying hospitals are better there. His dad on the other hand wants me to be with him so that he can see me safe. I took the backstage letting them sort out as I have nothing to loose. No matter where I stay I will get good care and my bed will always be warm. If I am here I will have my hubby dick in my pussy and if I am there my son will still keep it lubricated and wet.
Finally Ramesh won. His dad let go as he knew I will be well there. A week later, during fourth month of my pregnancy, my hubby saw me off at the airport. I felt sorry for him since he is unknowingly send me to my lover and illicit father of my baby.
Ramesh picked me up from the airport in US. He was very excited to see his mother-lover. We drove home and he waited nomore to see his mother naked with her growing belly. We both celebrated with you know what!!! He fucked me passionately as if a husband parting from his wife for a long time. I don't need to tell you the happenings in detail after that. The life is usual with doctor visits, pregnant sex, dad/hubby phone calls to India, sex again, parent talk with my son as mother of his baby, and more sex. We are tired of inventing new postions to rest my belly while Ramesh filled me.
A month later, my son revealed his ultimate desire. A desire to marry me. I was shocked at first but was happy that he wanted to marry me. He said "Since we are already having a baby together, we should get married."
I did not get his point. I said "But I am already married Ramesh! to your dad! How can I marry you?"
He said "I don't know! Divorce him or..."
I said "Shut up! Why would I spoil a good relationship? And whats wrong with staying as of now?"
He said "Like how?"
I said "Like now! Married to my hubby! You will still get what you getting from me and have me anytime you like! What wrong with being as now? The baby is yours and I dont' need to change surnames either"
Ramesh interrupted "But I want you all by myself mom! I want to be your hubby! I want to take care of you myself"
I said "Thats sweet son! But I am also your mother and still married to your dad! I might be pregnant by you and sleep with you but relationwise you will still be my son first!"
I could see Ramesh got disappointed by my rejection. He didnot talk to me well for two hours after that. So I put a proposal. I said "How about an agreement?"
"What agreement?" he asked.
"Since you will be here in US for a while, I can be your wife when I am here!"
"How?"
"We can marry here and I will become your wife. Whenever I am here I will be called as your wife. But In India I will be your dad's wife and your mother. You can share my body with your dad but only as your mother as we are doing now. That means I will be your wife in US and your dad's in India"
The idea seems to have worked with him. But then he asked "What if dad comes here?"
I said "You dad will be the same person to you when you will be in India. He will be my illicit lover here"
Ramesh laughed "Dad? your illicit lover?"
"Yes! Once I am married to you he will become my lover not hubby!"
Ramesh agreed. The following friday, we went to a temple and got married. He put me another mangal sutra around my neck and formally I accpeted my son Ramesh to be my second husband. I became my own daughter-in-law. For the firstime after my son fucked me, he removed my clothes and fucked me as a husband. I felt Ramesh is more a husband to me than his dad as by the time Ramesh married me I am already pregnant by him and it appeared to me as if I am his real wife.
Five months after we got married, we had a baby girl. Ramesh's dad flew to US to see his daughter. We stayed together for three months. Ramesh and his dad competed yet again for their first fuck with me after delivery. But this time his dad won as he is in holiday here. The next day Ramesh took me to a hotel to get his first taste of his mother-wife's pussy after delivery somehow avoiding his dad coming with us. I did not tell Ramesh that his dad had the first fuck session with his mother's cunt. I also gave him something instead of that. I allowed him taste my first milk.
After three months, Ramesh's dad flew back to India giving Ramesh more time to fuck his mother-wife. Ramesh reluctantly sent me to India after another three months.
But things changed in India as I found out that my husband was cheating on me too! I demonstrated anger and left to US. It has been eight months eversince I came back to US to become Ramesh's wife. There is no chance of going back to India as Ramesh knocked me again and I am pregnant with our second child. This time though there is no way that I can bluff that Ramesh's dad knocked me. He would eventually know that his own son is also bonking his wife and Ramesh is the father of our baby.
(END)