Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When I heard his moan, I suddenly remembered that this was the guy who had shot his load earlier just looking at my naked ass and pussy. So that's why he wasn't fully hard. He had already cum once. That did not make me want to push him aside though. If anything, it just challenged me to attack his dick with renewed vigor, knowing that I would be giving him his second orgasm. As my tongue and lips worked their magic, I felt his dick growing and growing in my mouth.


When I had started sucking his dick, my lips were pushed right against the base and my nose was in his pubes. But as the dick started getting erect and unleashed its full length and width, my face was pushed back. The guy just kept growing like Jack's beanstalk. There was no way I could keep all of him inside my mouth.

"Uhhhh..." I said as my head was thrown off his dick and I coughed.

"Wow, look at that! This young man is blessed!" Birju said. "His dick is so big that even a seasoned slut like memsaab can't swallow it."

For some reasoned, a couple of other guys started clapping their hands in appreciation. My eyes were a little watery and I was leaning back on my knees. I looked up at him and he looked down. He had a cute innocent face with stubble all over it. He didn't look much older than 20-21. He has the thing but muscular arms common to his class of people. And his face wore a grin. He put both his hands on my hair and pulled me back towards the dick which was, incredibly, still growing.

Like a trooper, I opened my mouth and let the beat in again. I put both my hands on his thighs and let him thrust the dick in and in, expanding my mouth and relaxing my throat to allow it in. I could not believe that although it was now hard and big, it still seemed to be getting bigger. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his dick and then continue sucking it, thinking that at least my hand would keep about 3 inches out of my mouth. Still, the tip seemed to keep probing the back of my mouth.

"Having trouble with it, memsaab?" Birju asked and the men around us laughed.

I took the dick out of my mouth and stared at the angry purple head. Its pee hole stared back at me like a cyclops.

"I'll be okay." I said breathlessly and took it in my mouth again.

For the next few minutes, that's how things proceeded. The young man, probably delighted to see how this slutty high class memsaab was having trouble accommodating his dong, got more and more aggressive. Occasionally, he would gently slap me on my cheek, as if to assert his dominant status. A couple of times he grabbed my head hard and thrust his hips forward forcefully to make the dick push against my tonsils. I instantly coughed and my eyes went even more watery. He gave me a break for a couple of seconds before invading my mouth again.

All the other men in the room were now gathered around, watching in fascination as a fair skinned voluptuous high class memsaab cad in just her panties, sucked off their friend's huge dong. What were they thinking about me, I found myself wondering. Were they thinking that I was a slutty nympho who just needed any dick she could get her hands and mouth on? Were they still thinking about how my shaved pussy looked and how big and round my ass was? Were they chering for this guy to cum soon so they could have their turn soon?

"Come on, memsaab. Challenge for you." Birju said. "Let's see if you can get the whole thing in your mouth."

I took the dick out of my mouth and stared at Birju's sneering face. I looked at the dick, my hand wrapped around its base. The angle in which I was holding it, it was aligned with my arm. It seemed almost as thick and reached almost to my elbow. This was, by far, the biggest dick I had ever come across in my varied and storied sex life. I could not believe that it was hanging off this petite young Bangali worker.

"Okay!" I found myself saying. I opened my mouth wide and relaxed my throat muscles as much as I could. I put my hands on his thighs for leverage. And I slowly pushed my face forward. The dick soon hit the back of my throat. I moved my head to align it such that the beast could go down my throat. I kept pushing forth.

"Oh yeah! Go memsaab!!"

"Wow!!!"

"Look at her!!"

I was surrounded by cheers as I took Birju's challenge to heart and soldiered on to take the whole dick in my mouth. I could feel its tip now start to slide down my throat. My eyes wide open, I could see his skin and his pubes a few inches away still. If I kept going, I was sure I would have my lips at the base, and win the challenge. I kept going as the men around me cheered even louder. The guy whom the dick belonged to almost seemed like an outsider. All he was doing was uttering a guttural sound and pulling my hair.

"URKKXHXXXHXXXX!!!"

I made a loud noise as my head got thrown off the dick like a ricochet. The organ had pushed my throat past its limits and my body had protested and fought back, making me jerk my head back and expel the dick out. My eyes watering and coughing loudly, I sat back, leaning on my arms, staring at the big monster cock. It had done so much to disturb my mouth and throat, I thought. What would it do to my cunt, I found myself wondering.

Some of the men, including Birju, were laughing at how helpless I looked after losing the challenge. Other men still looked very anxious to have a go at me. I was on my ass on the earthern floor, staring at the big dick as it shook a few inches from me. It looked so gorgeously hideous. Or hideously gorgeous. Slowly, I got back on my knees.

My fingers, as if moving by themselves, dug into the side of my panties. I got to my feet, slipping my panties off and getting fully naked. The men around me sighed as they got another look at my big round ass. Many of them, especially Birju, seemed surprised at what I was doing.

I stood on my two feet, standing tall over most of the short workers. A few hands reached for my boobs. I slapped them off and pushed past the crowd of men towards a mattress. The Bangali workers and Birju watched focused as I got on my hands and knees on the mattress.

"I need that big beautiful cock to fuck me!" I said in a loud throaty voice that made me sound like a complete tramp.

I shook my ass back and forth, moving my shaved cunt lips as I did so. And propped up on my elbows, I looked back and gave the young man with the big dong a majorly inviting look.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Wait, what????" Birju was the first one of the stunned men to say something.


His big body lumbered over to my front even as the rest of the guys stayed where they were.

"What are you doing, memsaab?" he whispered. "Our deal was only that you suck their dicks."

I looked at him and smiled, still on all fours. Again, I pushed my ass back making the cheeks part and exposing my holes to the men standing behind me.

"I know." I said serenely, smiling. "This is something I want."

"Are you sure? I mean I understand that you want that big cock inside you. But now that you are naked and letting people into your cunt, the other guys will want to do it too." he sounded genuinely concerned.

"I am aware of that." I answered hoping to finish this conversation soon and get to fucking.

"You are okay with a bunch of sex-starved Bangalis fucking you in this jhopdi?"

I just shrugged, my tits shaking as I kept thrusting my ass back.

"I'll get to fuck you too, right?" he nervously asked.

"Why not?" I casually shrugged. I remembered his thick dick.

"Okay then!" he stood up and motioned to the young man I had been trying to entice.

That was the most explicitly whore-like and primal I have ever felt. My cunt was on fire. I was ravenous for cock. Big cock. I wanted to be fucked right away. Since the Jamal experience ended, I had told myself that it was time to be decent and faithful again. Be happy with my husband and treat recent dalliances as bad dreams. But on my fours naked in that jhopdi in the company of ten strange men with their cocks out, I knew that my earlier introspection had been flawed. This is who I really was. It had taken me a while to recognize my true nature, but I could't run from it anymore.

I finally saw the young man with the big dick stride towards me, now that Birju had signaled his assent. I arched my back to the maximum, making my big round ass cheeks part and shake. I am sure he could see my wet waiting cunt. Slowly stroking his big dong, he stepped towards me. I kept shaking my ass back and forth, to be inviting and to simulate a fucking motion.

He put his legs outside my knees. He bent down in his waist, trying to position himself correctly. A couple of times, he touched my naked ass to stabilize himself. And then I felt his sweaty palms on my but right next to my cunt. The hands spread my ass cheeks. And then I felt the tip of his dick push at the entrance of my cunt.

"Oh shit!!" I said and bit my lips as a couple of inches of that thick nasty cock surged into my wet waiting cunt.

The rest of the men and Birju gathered around, watching a completely naked fair-skinned voluptuous memsaab on all fours eagerly waiting to be fucked by a daily wage laborer's big dick.

He moved one hand off my ass and wrapped it around his dick to guide it in even deeper. My sex-starved cunt forced me to push back. A couple more inches invaded my body.

"Oh fuck!!!" I groaned as the men watched, mesmerized.

The young man kept thrusting inwards and my ass kept thrusting backwards. Every second, more of his dick slid into my cunt, touching and pushing against places that had never been touched before, even by Raza's beautiful cock. This guy's dong was other-worldly.

I knew I already had at least 8 inches of that thick monster inside me. But I still couldn't feel his balls resting on my ass like I usually did when being fucked doggy style. I looked back and craned my neck and saw that a substantial portion of his dick was still outside. I had no idea if I could take it all without defying biology.

"How many women have you fucked before this?" I breathlessly asked.

In broken Hindi, he answered,

"I am a virgin, memsaab."

That tickled my already shaken insides even more. I was the first woman to be fucked by this poor young guy's magnificent dick? Somehow it made me feel very special. He kept gradually pushing more and more of his organ in.

"Do you know how big your dick is?" I asked, grimacing through the pain of the intrusion.

"I really didn't know I was that big until right now, memsaab. Am I hurting you? Sorry."

I was overcome with a feeling of compassion and pity for the young man's life. It had been such a rough hard life that it had been devoid of real female contact.And his life had been spent working and earning a living, so he didn;t even know how special his organ was. For all this young dud knew, everyone had a dick that long and thick. Until he had been lined up with his fellow workers so a high class memsaab could suck them all off, he had probably never even realized how uniquely endowed he was.

"It's the good kind of hurt." I answered, not believing the scene I found myself in. On all fours as a man a decade younger than me shoved his big dick into my cunt.

"Should I stop?" he asked politely.

"For now...." I said, still assessing the extent to which my cunt could take him. "Don't push any more of it in. Just started fucking me."

"Really, memsaab?" his voice sounded incredulous. He could not believe that a beautiful voluptuous high class woman was calmly giving him instructions about how to fuc her. I don't think it happened to him in Bangladesh.

"Yes. And I will groan and moan. Don't be scared. I am fine. Just go slow at the start." I said.

"Okay memsaab."

Soon, as instructed, his big thick dong started slowly pistoning in and out of my cunt. It was so big and thick that the shaft pushed against my ass cheeks with every stroke. Someone standing behind us would have seen a big thick black rod disappear in and out of a jiggling white background of my skin.


"AHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!!!! YESSSSS!!!! OH YESSSSSSSS!!!" I shouted in that tiny jhopdi as the big organ started fucking me in deep slow strokes. All the men around us watched this real life porno in fascination. My eyes half-open, I scanned the scene, wondering how many of them would eventually end up fucking me. And if, after this, I would even register their presence.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

askk2me-

great going
Keep it up. This is turning out to be one of the best erotica I ever came across be it on this forum or any other forum. The kinkiness of the situations and sex narration is awesome. The subji mandi scene or the blowbang scene or the scene with 3 road workers they are all very erotic and the sabji mandi scene is unique too. Put more of such scenes in story dude. The husband angle has now added something to story element too. Story + sex narration + avoiding repetition(applicble only to longer multipart erotica) are very important elements of erotica. So far your writing has nailed pretty much everything. Don't mind people not commenting , there are a lot of people like me who until now haven't commented or probably won't but still love this story, there are only very few stories I commented on and that too,when writer wasn't sure of continuing or discouraged by negative comments, and I badly wanted the story to continue. So I gave up on my laziness and keyed in my username password to login to let you know this is awesome erorica and you should continue.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master_R-

keep going
keep going... this is a hot session continue it.. make it more wanton and become a full slut here. just to ensure that yr physical apearance post this gangbang is not bad for you to let yr husband know it.. because the next one can be more graphic and more humiliating.. have an arrangement for an afternoon a week with them in return to all the info on yr husband and his office whore.

would have loved to see more spanking, belt whipped and tits being slapped along with yr face being slapped too.. are u thinking of that too?

Love
Master R

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As the slow deep fucking continued, after a couple of minutes, the men overcame their delighted amazement at the turn I had made events take. The man whose turn was next in the blow job buffet came and squatted in front of me, his modest dick swinging up and down in simple harmonic motion. My brain was still focused on enabling my stretched cunt to accommodate the invading beast. But I guess these other men needed release too. I opened my mouth. He put his hand on my head and pulled it down around his dick.


I was now being banged on both ends, my big round ass high and thrusting back and forth, my shoulders lowered with my mouth around another laborer's dick as my elbows supported me.

"Easy!!" *said with the dick in my mouth, because the one in my cunt had started pounding me at a growing speed and was trying to penetrate me even more.

"Ok." he said, and slowed down for a few seconds, but I guess it was difficult for him to keep fighting his animalistic instincts. I felt him grab my sides for support and the guy started brutishly pounding me again, his balls and thighs making loud noises as they slapped against my skin.

"AAAHHH!!!" I took the dick out and grimaced. "That hurts!! AAAH!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!! Slow down!!!"

Part of the reason I shouted was that it was indeed hurting. The other reason was that his rapid pace was all off and it made the angle change to a less desirable one too. The pain by itself was fine if accompanied by pleasure. But in this higher gear, the inexperienced young man had messed up the perfect angular alignment of the coitus.

"You dickwad!" I saw Birju take a couple of steps and slap the young man on his head. "Can't you hear what memsaab is saying?"

"Sorry, sorry." he said and suddenly slowed down.

"Too late. Move away. Go on, take your dick out and step back." Birju scolded him.

I literally felt the inner walls of my cunt slap shut with a sound as the big rod exited. I was a little disappointed for my sex-starved cunt to be empty again. But I knew it wouldn't be empty for too long.

"Stand to the side. You should listen to what your elders say. Memsaab is already being so nice and her cunt has been so accommodating. Such beauties need to be treated gently." Birju carried on.

Even while sucking on the dick in my mouth, I let out a chortle, remembering that very first time in the woods and if that was his idea of being gentle.

"I will show you how it is done."*

I could hear Birju's salwar knot being undone. I remembered how that big dong was. About 7 inches and quite thick. The first dick I had pleasured to start this whole sleazy phase months ago. I was tempted to look back to confirm what I remembered. But the man squatting in front of me had a grip on my head as he was nearing his orgasm. As his mouth barreled in and out of my mouth, I could only stare at his dark hips and shaking balls as Birju got on his knees behind me. I then felt some fabric land on my ass, seemingly covering it.

"Not only will you stand there and think about your mistake, you will not get to keep looking at memsaab's heavenly ass." Birju said by way of explanation as to why he had placed the front of his kurta over my butt. It seemed plausible, but I suspected that he was feeling a little shy about having all those men get a close look at his dick fucking me. Especially as he was following after a much bigger and thicker dick.

They say size doesn't really matter. And there is some truth to that. I have had men with average dicks give me a great deal of pleasure physically. But the fact isn't the whole truth either. Because it's also equally true that size matters to some extent. A long thick dick spreading a cunt wide may not necessarily reach any pleasure centers. But for a woman, its psychological impact can be just as powerful.*

So as Birju's thick larger than average cock invaded me, I found myself automatically comparing it to his predecessor and finding it coming up short. I didn't feel compelled to moan or say anything, at least not right away. I stayed on all fours and focused more on the dick in my mouth. By the time that little guy had shot his seed inside me and swallowed it, Birju had shoved his entire length inside me. And started to fuck me in deep hard strokes.

It took another couple of minutes, with yet another dick in my mouth, that I finally started pleasure from what Birju was doing. His experience started to show as he varied his pace, his angle, and let one hand slip down under me to stroke my clit. I started moaning in pleasure as well as happiness radiated from my center of gravity.

"See this is how it is done. You can speed up and pound her hard for a while." sudenly Birju's big burly thighs started slapping against me. "And then you need to mix it up a little." he slowed down. And then he sped up again, also stroking circles with his finger on my clit.

"EEEEE! EEEEEHHHHHH!!! URGGGHHHH!!!" I took the dick in my mouth out and wrapping my hand around it for support I started hollering as the orgasm galloped towards me.

"Now look at her. She is about cum."

"What?" the young man asked.

"You know that feeling of intense happiness you get just as your dick shoots out seed?" Birju said in a quiet voice even as his dick and his hand kept doing what they were doing.

"Yes."

"Well, women can get it too if a man is skilled enough. In fact it is much more powerful. Haha, just listen and watch."

And the men listened and stare as my body shook like a tree in a hurricane as that extremely powerful finally hit me. I was yelling like I was being gored, which in a way I was thanks to Birju's thick skillful dick. I said a lot of curse words at the top of my voice, and the men must have marveled at the discongruous sight of a high class sophisticated woman naked on her knees with her ass raised, hollering like a madwoman.*

"And the good thing, boys." Birju said once I stopped shaking and felt a warm sense of satisfaction spread through my entire being. "Is that unlike men, for whom an orgasm is the end of sex, women can keep going. Isn't that right, memsaab?"

"Yhh...yhh....yes." I said, finally getting that word out with some effort. "Keep fucking me, Birju."

I said and put my lips back around the recently ignored dick in front of me. There was a calm and triumphant smile on Birju's face. In his mind, justice had finally been served. Until he decided to make a move on me, I had been just a faithful shy housewife who did her best to ignore comments from the nukkad guys. His first foray at me is what had set me on the journey to complete slutdom. On that journey. I had been fucked by many other men who took advantage of what he had started. And it was only now, surrounded by an audience of amazed Bangladeshis, that he had finally gotten to mount me.

Once he was done making me cum once, Birju focused on his own needs. I felt him grab my waist and pull my as closer into a snug hug with his hips as I felt him increase the tempo of the fucking at least fivefold. And then I felt the thick dong quake inside me and fill me with a warm jet of jizz

[Ramesh_Rocky]

highwalker-

Ahh! Finally, I am compelled to exclaim and appreciate your latent yet powerful writing prowess (I always did, sorry did not leave a note to let you know too!)!!

So you finally got the first one, ergo - Birju, to cum inside you, the protagonist!!

That is an interesting and subtle twist you pulled there! Kudos, and look forward!!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After Birju got done depositing his load inside me, he stayed like that for a few seconds, delivering some residual empty strokes until his dick started losing its volume. He then stepped back and the men watched as a stream of his copious semen flew out of my cunt and down my thighs. The guy in my mouth had also shot his load almost simultaneously so I swallowed it in two gulps. And then I turned around, sitting on the floor with my legs folded, completely naked. Cum was still oozing from my cunt and staining the mattress.


Birju had already pulled up his pyjama and gotten fully dressed. I found it funny that he felt so bashful being naked in front of these men while I saw sitting there without a stitch on my body without any shame.

"Did you like it, memsaab?" Birju asked.

"Yeah." I said, regaining my breath.*

"You look tired." he said. "There are a few guys still left, but if you want, you can take a little break."

I thought about it. I was a little tired, especially my knees and my jaws. But I did not fancy a break. Having a stomach full of random strangers' jizz and also Birju's juice coating my thighs made me feel strangely randy and I wanted to keep going.

"No break." I said, lying down flat on my back. "But my jaws are tired. The other men, if they want, can just fuck me in the pussy."

There was a big cheer in the crowd as they heard the hot voluptuous memsaab pretty much offer her pussy for them to cum in.

For the next couple of hours, men kept kneeling between my legs and shoving their erect dicks in as I lay on my back. Some put my ankles on their shoulders, others held my knees apart.The ones not doing the fucking kneeled around my face and although my jaws were still tired, I kept using my hands to jack two men at a time, while they mauled my tits. Some would move to between my legs to fuck me in the middle of the handjob, others would spurt their seed on my boobs or in my mouth.*

Birju finally permitted the guy with the monster dick to have another go at me. He was very obedient and I pretty much directed him through the entire fucking, cumming hard with my legs wrapped around his waist. As the assembly line of ravishing me kept rolling, I noticed that there were a lot more than just the original 9 men in the jhopdi. I guessed their other friends who lived there had also joined in.*

"Anyone want another go?" Birju asked as he got done fucking me again.

I looked around the crowded jhopdi, unsure of whether I wanted to hear yes or no. I was exhausted beyond belief, and my body was almost coated *a sticky mix of cum and sweat. even my hair had streaks of cum drying in it. And my pussy felt like it had been stretched apart. My thighs hurt, my nipples were super sore, and my stomach was super full with all the protein I had swallowed. I had been fucked by at least 17 different men, a few of them twice or three times. If there ever was a doubt in my mind that I had made the transformation from a victim of circumstance to full-fledged cumwhore, it was removed when I looked eagerly around the mob of men hoping at least one of them would put their hand up.

But I had single-handedly milked them dry.*

"Let's get you cleaned up."

My knees feeling weak, my cum-soaked body held on to Birju's brawny arms for support as he led me out of the jhopdi and towards the back. I was led towards a shed that had a handful of goats there. A few men watched giggling as I got on all fours at Birju's directions between the goats, and he then used a hose to wash me like an animal. I squealed when the cold water hit my sensitive spots like my nipples, and especially my pussy that Birju sprayed a forceful jet at for a full two minutes. The goats all had curious expressions in their eyes as they watched this strange white-skinned creature between them getting cleaned up.

I was handed a couple of smelly but dry towels to wipe myself down, and then Birju carried me in his arms naked like a bride back to the jhopdi where I got dressed. Luckily there were no cum stains on my clothes because the men had been considerate enough to move them to the side.

Now that all the wild sex was behind us and I was dressed in an elegant sari like a memsaab again, the men who had just happily pounded my cunt with their dicks, suddenly seemed shy and intimidated like before. As I walked back to the mini-bus with Mohan and Birju, I expected at least some of them to grope or fondle me, but they kept their distance. There was a look of gratitude on all their faces.

"Would you like to make this a weekly appointment?" Birju asked, authoritatively rubbing my cheeks as we sat in the bus headed back to our town.

"Yeah, right!" I snorted.

"You really seemed to be having a lot of fun. I knew you were somewhat of a slut but I had no idea you had such a massive appetite for cock." Birju chuckled.

"Neither did I." I shrugged. "but let's not get carried away. And focus on your end of the bargain instead."

"My end?"

"Proof about my husband and Barkha?"

"Oh right, yes yes. I am on it."

When we reached back, I asked Birju to drop me off by the end of the street, so Sarita wouldn't have yet another reason to roll her eyes at me. When I walked back home though, it wasn't Sarita that bothered me, but the fact that Vinay's car was standing outside. So he was home! Luckily my hair had dried by now. But it still looked a little dishevelled. I quickly ran a comb through it before stepping inside the house.

"Where were you all this time?" Vinay said without as much as a how do you do.

"What do you mean?" I stalled for time. I didn't expect him to be home so hadn't even thought of a reason why I should need an excuse.

"You left from that bank hours ago. Why are you just getting home?"

"Didn't you get my sms?" I lied through my teeth. "The bus broke down on a remote stretch of the highway. We had to wait until it got repaired."

"Really? I got no such sms." he said in a voice that made it seem like he was miffed.

"Well, I sent it." I said, walking to the kitchen. He followed me.

"And why did you have to wait all this while for the bus to get repaired? You couldn't get a lift or flag down some other vehicle?"

"It...it felt rude just leaving the men there."

"Men?"

"Yes, the driver's boss was also with us."

"And why did they feel like not dropping you off home but at the corner of the street?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"What are you implying?" I angrily said, thinking an offense was the best defense.

"Who said I am implying anything? I just heard from some people some interesting things about you." Vinay said in a loaded voice.

"And who are these some people filling your ears? Trampy assistants who seem to be allergic to my presence?"

Now it was Vinay's turn to be searching for words. He stammered for a bit and said,

"Tramp....what....now what are you implying?"

"Who said I am implying anything?" I used his line back on him.

We just stared at each other suspiciously. This was new territory for us. Vinay and I rarely fought or argued. And we had never been insecure about each other. But then we had never been unfaithful to each other either. Now we were in totally new territory.

"If you have something to say, just say it." he said, sounded upset.

"If YOU have something to say, just say it." I responded in kind.

We glared at each other some more. I helped myself to a drink of water. He was looking at my face and hair intently. I am sure he noticed that my face bore no trace of make-up at all, although I had worn it for the function. I noticed that his own hair wasn't as neat as always and some clumps seemed to be standing up in the back, as if some trampy woman's fingers had run through them.*

"I have to get working on my coding deadline." I finally said walking out of the kitchen.

"Sure." he laconically responded. "I need to get back to the office for some work too."

I resisted the urge to make any loaded quip. As my husband slammed the door on his way out, I tried to focus my mind on the mundane coding task at hand.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jhethalal69-

What do you have in mind dear. Story turns and its really going other ways always our imaginations.
Maybe you have something special from here.
But frankly speaking upto Jamal's episode its really what make you go shagging more and more, not just when reading but also just thinking about.
After all it's your story and you are our favorite writer here.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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Originally Posted by highwalker View Post
Ahh! Finally, I am compelled to exclaim and appreciate your latent yet powerful writing prowess (I always did, sorry did not leave a note to let you know too!)!!

So you finally got the first one, ergo - Birju, to cum inside you, the protagonist!!

That is an interesting and subtle twist you pulled there! Kudos, and look forward!!

shiprat-

Thank you. Always good to get such nuanced feedback.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

incestor007-

Still good. but I loved the the story till it was loving wife cheating, now when husband is also involved and with the current situation, where both are so hypocrat and its bitch cheating on her husband, it is lesser exciting.
Initially it was a wife, who was getting into situation, now her behavior is contradicting so a little less real.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next couple of days, my household life and marriage were going through what seemed like a very unfamiliar and foreign phase. Vinay and I were locked in a seething cold war, and neither of us was intent on making any efforts to talk it out. Part of the reason was that this was uncharted territory. We had never had any serious fights before and even minor fights were about really mundane issues and were forgotten in a few hours.


This however, was a stewing cauldron of drama, betrayal, and intrigue. And of course, suspicion. I knew I was in the wrong, having slept around with so many men, and now starting to enjoy it. But I still felt that I wasn't entirely to blame. I had been forced into the situations early on, all because Vinay's professional failures landed me in that godforsaken town.

And even though I felt a little guilty about how I had embraced the slut in me, I partly blamed Vinay for it too. Since we moved here, he seemed very disinterested in sex. I was an attractive woman in my sexual prime. If he didn't satisfy me, was I entirely to blame for finding enjoyment in other sexual experiences?

At least until I thought Vinay's lack of interest in the bedroom was a result of being very busy at work, he had my sympathy and my guilt. But once I found out about Barkha, all that sympathy and guilt disappeared. For all I know, he was tired, not because of work, but because he had been banging that little slut on the side. And all those long nights where he had claimed to be working had been spent in her arms.

So even though a confrontation a few days ago might have made me break down in guilt, confess, and ask for forgiveness, now things were different. I was feeling equally aggrieved and saw no reason to make the first move.

You might think me a hypocrite, having fucked two dozen men over the past few months and yet feeling upset at my husband for sleeping with one woman. Maybe I was a hypocrite. But the way I saw it, once you cheat, it doesn't matter whether you sleep with one person or one hundred.

Vinay started spending longer hours at work. When he was home, we barely exchanged more than a few words every day. The cold war was getting colder, almost frigid. I was at a disadvantage on two fronts. I still had no conclusive proof that he was having an affair with Barkha. Nor did I know exactly what he knew about me. And who he had heard it from. My guess was that the tramp was the one who had filled his ears with all the rumors, given that until recently, he had been totally in the dark despite the whole town knowing.

Anyway, fast forward to 5 days after that orgy with the Bangalis. The second orgy I mean, not the first one in the outhouse with Jamal's men. It was evening. I called Vinay. He didn't answer. I called him again.

He still didn't answer. My mind was instantly filled with all kinds of suspicions and images. In my head, I imagined that slut Barkha bent over the table as my husband banged her. He saw the phone ring and that I was calling. He just ignored it and kept banging her. Or maybe she was on her knees sucking his nice dick. That's why he ignored me.

Finally he called back.

"What is it?" he said curtly.

"Aren't you on your way home?" I asked. "Remember, we have been invited to the dinner next door?"

"Oh right. Well, I am busy with work." he said, without offering any explanation of why he hadn't answered my earlier calls.

"So when will you be back?"

"No idea."

"Should I wait for you?"

"I don't think I will be back till late. You go ahead. Okay, I have to hang up now."

And that was that.

Even though Vinay and I were on the outs, I was still hoping for his company at the dinner. Sarita had invited us for it, saying they were celebrating some major accomplishment of her husband's business. Knowing how she and her family were, I wasn't expecting fellow guests to be sparkling company.

I considered canceling, feigning a headache, but she had already seen me dressed in a fancy salwar kameez and walking around the house. So it would seem rude. I picked up the small gift I had bought and headed over next door.

"I'm sooooo glad you came, didi!" Sarita opened the door smiling. Gone were the catty and judgmental looks from the recent past, now that she was the hostess.

"Congratulations." I handed her the gift, which was basically a fancy showpiece item I had picked up without giving it any thought.

"You didn't have to get us anything." she said. "Where is Vinay bhaiyya?"

"He is stuck at work."

"Please tell him to come by even if he is late."

"I will."

I was ushered into the house. It wasn't a big fancy modern party by any means. I just saw about 4 families, almost identical to Sarita's own - old couple, young couple, kids. Sarita introduced me around. Most of them politely nodded or smiled. Some of them, especially the men, seemed to be suppressing smiles, so I guessed they had heard about me.

"Please have a seat, didi." Sarita said. "I have to get back to the kitchen. Our cook called in sick at the last moment."

And she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me there in the company of people who seemed like aliens.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I sat on one of the couches next to a couple of women who seemed to be almost aggressively ignoring my presence. I picked up a couple of freshly made snacks on the table and was impressed at what a good cook Sarita was. I then politely listened to the conversation happening around me.


It first seemed like gossip. All of them, male and female, young and old, were talking about some family and all the drama happening in it. It all seemed a little too melodramatic even to me. It was only when one of the ladies said, "we will find out in next week's episode" that I realized they were all discussing some saas-bahu TV serial that they were all really into. I never watched that crap so I felt even more like an outsider.

Most of the men seemed to have gotten used to my presence there. Not Sarita's husband Ranjit. He kept throwing glances in my direction, doing very little to hide the lecherous looks on his face. I had never really spoken more than a couple of words with him after that very first time they came over to welcome us to the neighborhood. I knew that he traveled a lot for his business and was not always home.

I was getting bored out of my mind because of all the soap opera based discussions and also feeling a little uncomfortable at Ranjit's stares.

"Let me see if Sarita needs any help." I said and got up. The guests barely acknowledged me as I walked out, although I could feel Ranjit's eyes boring into my ass.

I walked into the kitchen, thinking that Sarita's company would be better than that of these people.

"Hi didi, do you need something?" she asked, stirring a big potful of dal.

"No, I just came to see if you need any help." I said.

"That's sweet of you, didi, but it's fine."

"I insist."

"Okay.....maybe you could slice those cucumbers and tomatoes for the salad." she said.

Relieved at having something to do, I got to work.

"Were you getting bored out there?" she asked sympathetically.

"Not bored per se. I just don't watch TV serials." I said.

"Your life is much more exciting than ours." Sarita said and smiled.

I felt like offering a sharp retort, but I was a guest in her house, and she seemed to have her hands full with work. So I let it go.

"What did you put in that kachori filling? It was delicious." I said, switching to a neutral topic.

"Oh, thank you, didi. I am glad you liked it. My secret ingredient in that was roasted saunf. Do you want the recipe?"

"Sure!" I said, glad to be on a topic that didn't offer potential for tension.

Sarita then told me the recipe for the kachori in detail. I got done chopping the vegetables for the salad. So she assigned me to help with the pulao. For the next half hour, we genially talked about cooking, while working in the kitchen side by side. Finally everything was ready and Sarita went out and announced that dinner would be served soon.

I decided to stick to my role of the helpful neighbor to avoid interacting with the guests. Plus it really seemed like Sarita needed all the help she could get. Her mother-in-law had hurt her hip recently, so couldn't move much. I helped in taking the food out, serving everyone, keeping things on simmer in the kitchen and so on. Ranjit had also dialed down his staring so I started feeling more at ease.

When Sarita and I finally had our dinners together, again, I marveled at how yummy everything tasted. I made a mental note to ask her for more recipes.

"We should get going. It's getting late." one of the women said after dinner was done.

I checked my watch. It was just a little past 10. In Bombay, parties got going well after this hour. So I was surprised when other guests started echoing the sentiment too. Within the next ten minutes, everyone had finished their desserts and were saying their goodbyes. Soon, the only ones left were Sarita, Ranjit, his parents, and their son sleeping on the couch.

"Thank you so much for all your help, didi." Sarita said sincerely.

"Not a problem. It was my duty as a neighbor." I replied with a filmy line.

Her mother-in-law who had been giving me catty looks all day finally flashed me a grateful smile.

"I can stay and help you clean up." I said.

"Oh please, didi, you have done enough already."

"Don't be silly. I am sure you would do the same at my house." I said and started gathering the plates on the table.

Sarita cast me a look of gratitude and said,

"That's true. But still, thank you. I will put Chintu to bed and help ma and baba as well. Thanks again."

"No problem."

I gathered all the used dishes as Ranjit carried their son to bed and Sarita helped her in-laws. I put all the plates in the sink and started rinsing them. I checked my phone in between to see if there was any message or missed call from my husband, but nothing. He was probably having a good time between Barkha's legs, I bitterly thought.

A minute later, I heard footsteps and expected it to be Sarita. But it was Ranjit, carrying half empty pots and pans to the kitchen. He smiled at me and I smiled back. As I kept rinsing the utensils, Ranjit went back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area until all the stuff was stacked nearby. Then he just silently hung around, moving random things around, pretending to work, as he stared at me unabashedly.

I was feeling a little nervous and also amused by the way Ranjit was blatantly ogling me. I got really nervous when I noticed that there was now a bulge in his pants. I found myself staring at it, and felt my heart beat quicken. I looked up and our eyes met. He had a neutral expression on his face as he stood leaning against the counter staring at me. I started worrying about what would happen when Sarita walked in, and saw her husband sporting an erection next to me. Or something worse. He sure looked like he wanted to jump me right then and there.

Ranjit moved very slowly though, shifting things here and there in the kitchen, making no attempt to hide his erection as he came close to me. I was wearing a very conservative salwar kurta so it's not like I was exposing anything to get him excited. But i realized that even under that modest salwar, he could probably see how my big tits moved back and forth while I vigorously rinsed the dirty plates.

Suddenly, he was right next to me and I felt his palm on my left boob. I inhaled sharply, trying to fight off arousal. I hadn't had sex since that orgy with the Bangalis and my sex-crazed body was starved for some male contact. I found myself unable to move as his hand moved all over my boob and then managed to find my nipples and pinch it even over the two layers of clothing.

"Ranjit!!" I breathlessly said, straightening.

Suddenly, he moved his face close to mine and kissed me on the neck, his mustache tickling my skin and making me giggle. I looked at the guy carefully. He was a fairly average looking guy with an average built and average height. Nothing remarkable. And yet, I was so starved of male contact that I found myself responding to his advances.

"Please stop that, Ranjit." I said, closing my eyes. "Sarita will be here any minute!"

Ranjit said nothing. Instead I felt his other hand grab the back of my head and suddenly I was pulled into a kiss, standing there in his kitchen. How was this average cow belt guy such a good kisser, I wondered as our lips rubbed against each other and our tongues wrestled. By now his crotch was pushed against my thighs and I could make out that the erection there was quite respectable. His other hand, which was playing with my boobs, started pulling my kurta up. As his mustache rubbed against my upper lip and my nose, I got so aroused that I lost myself in the moment and forgot that Sarita even existed.

I turned around to face him, put my wet hands around his neck and started kissing him back. Soon we were making out like horny teenagers as his hand slipped inside my kurta and started fondling my boobs over the bra. And his crotch was bumping hard against my stomach.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

foogy-

somehow the husband angle didnt resonate well.. and I don't understand where that is going or what it is trying to explore. If it is to nullify her guilt consciousness, then actually the guilt part was part of the kink that was making the story more and more interesting.
maybe this time you will make us understand what the husband angle is going to achieve.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

posted up to 35th page

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Quote:
Originally Posted by Jhethalal69 View Post
But atlist complete this neighbor chapter yaar..


shiprat-


Ok, if you really feel the need to aggressively insist, here is the completion.
-----

Suddenly Sarita got really upset.

"YOU WHORE!! Seducing my husband? How dare you???"

she shouted and reached for a knife.

She stabbed me. I died.

THE END
----

Happy? The story is now finished.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Quote:
Originally Posted by shiprat View Post
Ok, if you really feel the need to aggressively insist, here is the completion.
-----

Suddenly Sarita got really upset.

"YOU WHORE!! Seducing my husband? How dare you???"

she shouted and reached for a knife.

She stabbed me. I died.

THE END
----

Happy? The story is now finished.


essgee-

Hahahahahah Ms T don't get annoyed It's just that the guys missing your stories rey... Yet I agree all have personal commitments and one must give space. So take your time and enjoy dear.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Quote:
Originally Posted by shiprat View Post
Ok, if you really feel the need to aggressively insist, here is the completion.
-----

Suddenly Sarita got really upset.

"YOU WHORE!! Seducing my husband? How dare you???"

she shouted and reached for a knife.

She stabbed me. I died.

THE END
----

Happy? The story is now finished.


Jhethalal69-

Sorry If I heart you feelings from my comment's. I just trying to show you how much I addicted to your story and really hope you understand this. But never ever intentionally force you to do anything or update faster.
This reply is last reply to your story. I never bother you again. You my favorite writer and I always appreciate your efforts.
Again heartily apologize my comments. Good bye.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Quote:
Originally Posted by shiprat View Post
Ok, if you really feel the need to aggressively insist, here is the completion.
-----

Suddenly Sarita got really upset.

"YOU WHORE!! Seducing my husband? How dare you???"

she shouted and reached for a knife.

She stabbed me. I died.

THE END
----

Happy? The story is now finished.


Penis.garlic123-

Hahahahaha shipra ji chill this guy is you biggest fan....
You have posted the story very consistently ... Now it's time for you take a break and devote time to your personal commitments
We readers adore you and respect your writings see you soon tc

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Quote:
Originally Posted by shiprat View Post
Ok, if you really feel the need to aggressively insist, here is the completion.
-----

Suddenly Sarita got really upset.

"YOU WHORE!! Seducing my husband? How dare you???"

she shouted and reached for a knife.

She stabbed me. I died.

THE END
----

Happy? The story is now finished.


Wuyan -

NOOO!! Please don't do this to us!..
This is by far one of the most erotic stories I've read so far on any forum.
Please do continue by all means..