Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ANOTHER CUCKOLD STORY
PART3

In the evening, I went home and then told Priyanka about our plan of travel and even thought she didn't show it, I knew that she was somehow excited that she would be traveling alone with Javed. The week end arrived pretty quickly and soon it was Friday. When I reached home, Priyanka opened the door for me and simply bowled me over.

She was wearing a white colored sari with floral designs on it. It was fairly transparent and see-through. She was wearing a block colored sleeveless blouse under it. Her hair was tied using a chop and spread on her back. She was wearing a gajra in her hair and she had her lips painted red bright with lipstick. She was wearing a soft perfume and was wearing lots of jewelry. She was wearing steel colored bangles matching the color of her sari. She was wearing a set of lovely ear rings and a mangalsutra. She was also wearing one more necklace above mangalsutra and she looked absolutely sexy with her arms naked.


"Hi, you are very late. Go and get ready. I have already packed our suitcase." She closed the door behind me. I turned around and looked at her from head to toe. She noticed my gaze and smiled at him.

"So how do I look?" She came near me and wrapped her hands around my waist.
“You look stunning” I said. But In my mind I said "You look like a woman who is all decked up to get fucked by a '. hunk. " I touched her naked skin on her stomach. But she quickly slapped my hand and smiled. Then she slowly moved her hand to touch my cock which was already stirring. I tried to kiss her, but she stopped me.

"Hey don't spoil my lipstick." She pushed me away. I smiled at her and then went in the bathroom and showered. Javed had agreed to drive to our home in his new bike and one of his drivers will bring the car. After meeting He was going to ride with Priyanka and I will have to drive the car behind him.
He was going to release his driver because I was going to drive his car. Just as I finished wearing my clothes, I heard my cell phone ring. Just as I entered the hall, I heard Priyanka answer it.

"Hello Javed, where are you?" She adjusted her sari a bit and ran her hands through her hair. Javed must have told her.

"OK, can you wait for us on the bus stop on the same road? I am sorry, but our society is very gossip oriented. If I sat behind you on a bike, it will raise lot of eyebrows and there will be lot of gossip. So I hope you won't mind waiting there. We will be there in 10 minutes. And once again thanks for understanding." She smiled as she disconnected the call.

I was almost ready now.

"Hey let's go. Javed is waiting for us on the Bus stop. I have already packed everything we need for 3 days." She went in the bedroom and then brought a bag in the hall.

I nodded and picked up the bag. Priyanka picked up the keys to our flat. We both got out and she locked the door behind us. Then we got in the lift and went down. It took us hardly 5 minutes to reach the bus stop. We saw Javed's car there and then I stopped. Priyanka spotted Javed in his bike and smiled at Javed.

The moment Javed's eyes rested on my wife, his eyes lit up. "Wow, you are looking sexy in this sari." He said as he eyed my wife from head to toe. Priyanka blushed as she noticed Javed's eyes hovered on her breasts. Her sari was very transparent and Javed could easily make out shape of her breasts.

"Thanks, you are also looking nice “.
“Can you help me put this bag?” She said to me

She extended her bag to me. I took it from her hand and passed it to Javed’s driver. After putting the bag in proper place Javed’s driver got out of the car from the other door and gave the keys to me.

"Hi Aniket, how are you? Are you ready to drive?" Javed said from the bike. I replied to him as I took the keys.

"I am good. How are you? Have you thought about dinner?"

"We will be there by around 9. Once we get there, we can order it after getting fresh. I hope you won't mind if we order dinner at about 10:30." He turned towards my wife as she stood there. Priyanka smiled and replied.

"Of course, I don't mind. Even daily we have dinner at about 10. Half an hour won't make much difference." She was adjusting her chop in her hair and her naked armpits looked sexy.

"Great, then we will order dinner once we get there. Don't worry about us Aniket. We are on bike, so we may be able to avoid traffic easily. Don't worry about catching up with us. We will go ahead and you can catch us later." I nodded and then got in the front seat and started the car. Priyanka attached a pin on the pallu of her sari and attached it with her blouse so that wind wouldn't blow it away. The she waived a hand at me and got on the pillion of the bike. She smiled at me as I started the car and then to my surprise wrapped both of her hands around Javed's waist. She had never done that for me. She always used to put her hand on my shoulder lightly for support. She surprised me even more when she then moved closer to Javed and rested her head on his shoulder and then smiled seductively at me. Her breasts must be pressed hard against Javed's back and every time he would put the brakes on, her breasts would have rubbed against Javed hard. Javed also turned and waived at me and then they rode away and I started to follow them.

As Javed had mentioned, because they were on bike, they were able to cut through the thick traffic easily, but I was left behind. It took me almost 9:00 to reach near Alibaug. I ringed her in her mobile phone but she did not take it. After 10 more minutes I reached Alibag. I didn't know where to go. So stopping at a point, I called up Priyanka's cell again. This time after a few rings, she answered the call. As she was answering I herd a continuous water falling sound that is more like a shower. She must be in a bathroom.

"Hello Aniket, where have you reached?" I looked around to see any landmarks and I noticed a big hotel immediately.
"I have reached Alibaug. I am standing just next to a big hotel named Kala. It's a big building." I looked at the road ahead.

"Ok, I now it. It's just near to the beach and Javed's bungalow. You just follow the same road towards the beach and take one left turn. Once you take left, Javed's bungalow is second as you go in. It's named Jannat. It's a big white colored building. That's' the only white one. So you can't miss it." I looked ahead and noticed that it was a fairly short road for a car.

"OK, I will come there." I got in the car once again and started the car.

"Just drive straight in and park the in the parking lot. There is one lot there just as you come in and then come to the bungalow. I will keep the door open for you. You shouldn't take more than 10 minutes."

"Ok, I will be there." I disconnected the call and started to drive the car. I followed Priyanka's directions and was entering Javed's bungalow in hardly 5 minutes. It was a sprawling bungalow with a nice landscape. I went in and parked the car. I locked it and then went towards the bungalow. As Priyanka had mentioned, the door was already open.

I entered and then closed the door behind me. It was very posh bungalow with 2 floors. I looked around and there was no one. Then I heard my wife laughing and it sounded like it was coming from the second floor. I followed the voice and could hear her clearly now. In a moment, I was near at a half closed door. I looked in and was shocked even though this was what I had wanted all my married life.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ANOTHER CUCKOLD STORY
PART4



Priyanka was sitting on the bed and Javed sitting right behind her. Javed's hands were wrapped around her waist and he was kissing her neck. She was wearing a new sari and looked very fresh. She must have showered few minutes ago because her hairs are still slightly wet. Javed had changed into a Bermuda shorts. But his upper portion was naked showing all the glories of his muscular body and deep chest hairs. Priyanka's eyes were closed and she was sighing as Javed kissed her. He then moved both his hands to cup my wife large breasts and slowly squeezed them. She stiffened a bit and pushed her breasts forward, but Javed again pulled her back.

"Oh Javed, squeeze them slowly na. It hurts." She now opened her eyes. She once again pushed her breasts outside of his grip for a moment and kept it like that as if she was showing them off to me. Then she slowly pulled them back.

“Priyanka ji, try to get used to it quickly." Javed roughly squeezed her breasts once more and then slowly moved his hands on her naked arms and slowly rubbed them. "Yes, I know but it will take few more days to get used to of your big hands. Till that point, please squeeze them slowly. My husband never roughed me up like this. He is too soft. So I will need some time to get used to your manly rough methods. " She laughed and then slowly leaned back against Javed. Javed also laughed loudly.

"Yes, I know Aniket is such a soft and innocent guy. You need some rough stud like me to satisfy you."
“Don’t say like this about him. That poor guy is my husband for god shakes” She laughed again loudly after saying this.

As they hurled these humiliations at me, to my surprise instead of feeling ashamed, I was feeling horny.
Priyanka then told Javed “Javed ji my husband will be coming at any moment. Don’t waste time. Please go to the bathroom and take a shower. Let me prepare the bed in the mean time. It looks like a mesh. If my husband comes and sees this mesh he will definitely understand that we were fucking in this bed. Javed was not ready to leave her. But she forced him to release her saying “com on Javed ji, you have just completed fucking me. We are going to spend 3 days here and I am not running out from you.” Javed understood this time and went towards the bathroom. I returned back to the ground floor quietly. I called her up from the stairs. She shouted “come to the top floor, I am here”. When I entered in the room Javed was in the bathroom taking his shower and the bed was perfect. Priyanka greeted me normally like nothing had happened. She showed me my room and removed my casual dresses from my bag. I asked abut her new sari and she said that Javed gifted it to her. I asked her when they reached. She said that they had reached just half an hour ago. But I knew that’s not true.

We took our dinner and went to bed early because we were all tired. I was in a deep sleep. I opened my eyes at around 7-O-clock in the next morning. Priyanka was not in my bed. I herd her voice from the kitchen. I went near the kitchen quietly. She was preparing our morning tea and chatting with Javed. Javed was sitting in a chair just beside her. I once again noticed that Priyanka already took her bath and she was wearing another old sari of her. I quietly returned from there and went to Javed’s room. Its door was open. I entered in the room without making any sound. I checked the bed and found nothing. Then I thought about something and entered in the attached bathroom. And I found what I was looking for. The sari, petticoat and blouse that Priyanka was wearing yesterday night was laying in the corner of the bathroom floor with one Barmuda. My god………….. Priyanka and Javed fucked again. I figured out that they either did it at mid-night or in the early morning. I sat there and started inspecting their clothes. Oh my god, a portion of her petticoat was still wet and sticky in Javed’s semen. Suddenly my eyes stuck on another mark. I found few red marks of blood on another side of her petticoat. I understood Priyanka used her petticoat to clean her cunt just after the fuck. That’s why the semen and blood came in her petticoat. Priyanka was used to my small 5 inch dick. In their new found excitement they must have fucked each other very hard. Javed’s enormous 9 inch cock made Priyanks bleed slightly. I looked around on the other side of the bathroom and found a waste box. I checked it. OH…..shit. My cock stood stiff when I found one used condom with full of semen.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ANOTHER CUCKOLD STORY
PART5

Nothing unusual had happened that day. We all chatted a lot, traveled a lot in Javed’s car and spend some quality time with each other. That night we took our dinner late, at around 11-O-clock. We went to bed at 12-O-clock. It was midnight when I got awake somehow and found that Priyanka was not in my bed. I quickly went near Javed’s room. It’s door was locked but one windows was slightly open. I looked inside eagerly. Yes they ware doing it again. But this time the movie had just started. I sawJaved grabbed Priyanka's hair roughly and kissed her lips hard. Priyanka was startled, but she opened her lips for Javed and soon her lips were locked with Javed's. Javed's tongue entered her mouth as she opened it for him. She kept licking on his tongue. Priyanka was moaning softly as she kissed him hard. Javed ran his hands through her hair a few more times and then broke the kiss. Priyanka seemed a bit disappointed, but brightened quickly as Javed moved his hand towards her breasts and then removed the pallu of her sari aside. Javed wrapped his hands around her waist and then buried his head in her breasts. Priyanka threw her head back and moaned as she felt Javed's rough beard rubbing in her cleavage.

"Oh Javed Ji, I have dreamed of this for a long time ago. Priyanka moved both her hands and then wrapped them around Javed's head.

"Priyanka Ji you have the sexiest pair of breasts I ever saw. You husband is a real wimp, I don’t know how he allowed me to have fun with you." She laughed loudly, "Yes Javed ji, he is a perfect pathetic wimp. I don’t know from where he got this “cuckold” idea. But when we got the chance we should make use of it as much as possible. They again started laughing loudly.

He doesn't even deserve to touch your lovely breasts. A strong and rough stud like me should handle your breasts."

Javed moved both his hands towards her breasts and moved his head away. He then grabbed both her breasts and roughly massaged those making Priyanka squirm. Then he unhooked all the hooks of her blouse quickly. Priyanka eagerly raised both her hands to allow him to remove her blouse. Javed removed her blouse quickly and then turned to remove her sari as well. He plucked out sari from her where it was attached to her waist and then pulled it away. Priyanka allowed him to remove it completely and then threw it away on the bed. Now Priyanka was in undergarments. She slowly moved closer to Javed and kissed him once again. As they kissed, she moved her hands under Javed's T shirt and slowly pulled it up. Javed raised his hands and Priyanka pulled it out of his shoulders. She then looked in Javed's eyes and kissed him once again. His chest was covered with thick dark hair. She ran both of her hands across his chest and then slowly placed her head on his shoulder. "Oh Javed ji, you are so hairy. I love it jaan. This is more like a man that I want." She caressed his chest as she kissed his neck. She kept caressing his chest with her hands. Javed was kissing her breasts once again as his hands moved to her back. He was still sucking on her breast when he unhooked her bra from behind and then tried to remove it. Priyanka raised her hands to help him and Javed pulled it out. Then he threw it and smiled.


Priyanka once again caressed his chest and kissed it once before she finally moved her hands behind Javed's neck. Then she firmly pulled his mouth towards her breasts. Javed obliged her as he grabbed one breast and took the other one in his warm wet mouth.

"Oh Javed ji, it feels great, my breasts belong to you from now on. Please lick my tits hard. Please suck them, make them wet with your mouth." Then she closed her eyes and slowly started rubbing her hands on Javed's naked back.

"Oh Javed ji, please bite them harder with your lips. I love it when you bite my breasts like this. I want to see your bite marks on my breasts. I want my cuckold husband seeing them every time I change clothes and removed bra in front of him." Javed didn't say anything, but he switched from one breast to another and took her other breast in his mouth. As he was feasting on her breasts, he slowly turned around with Priyanka sitting in his lap and her legs wrapped around his waist. Then he slowly pushed her forward so that she was lying on her back and he was sitting on her hips.

Priyanka opened her eyes and licked her lips. Javed's hands were on her stomach and he was slowly caressing it. She smiled at him and took both of his hands and pulled them on her tits. She slowly squeezed them on her breasts and then closed her eyes once again. As Javed continued mauling her big breasts, she moved her hand across her body and slowly reached out for Javed's crotch. It was already making a tent in his shorts. She slowly rubbed it with her hands tentatively first over the cloth of his shorts. She looked in his eyes seductively for a moment before she pulled his shorts down. It took me by surprise as Javed's huge dick popped out of his shorts as Priyanka pulled it down. Javed was not wearing any underpants. Priyanka pulled his shorts down and Javed got down from her stomach and sat beside her on the bed. Then he slowly sat on his knees so that his huge cock was staring Priyanka right in the face.

Priyanka extended her hand slowly and touched his cock. She looked at it once and then slowly started caressing it with her palm. It was smooth and hard. Its head didn't have any skin as Javed was '. and his cock was circumcised.

"Oh Javed ji, your cock is so much bigger than my husband's. Seeing this, I think his one is so useless. I feel I have wasted all my married life." She looked at Javed and Javed also laughed hearing her.

"Yes Priyanka ji, his small dick is no match for me. He really can't satisfy you with his small dick. What you need is a big fat 9 inch cock in your cunt to and stretching it to satisfy you. Now come here and make it wet with your mouth. I want you to lick and suck it till it's lubricated properly so that it enters smoothly in your cunt." Priyanka slowly got on all fours facing Javed's cock.

She slowly caressed whole length of Javed's cock with her palm slowly once again. Then she closed her eyes and then slowly moved her face so that her cheek was touching Javed's cock. Then she slowly started rubbing her face against Javed's cock. She moaned as she caressed her cheeks with Javed's cock.

"Oh Javed ji, your cock is so wonderful, so big and hard." Javed moved his hands to Priyanka's naked breasts and slowly started mauling them with his big hands. Priyanka continued to rub Javed's cock against her cheek for some time.

Priyanka ji, please open your mouth and take my dick in that lovely moist and warm mouth." Priyanka smiled at him.

"I will do anything to satisfy and please you Javed Ji." Then she obediently opened her mouth to accept Javed's cock. Strands of her hair were brushing against her face. She slowly tucked it behind her hair. Javed tilted her face upwards and then slowly inserted his huge cock in her waiting mouth. Priyanka's mouth was stretched open, but she accepted Javed's cock in her mouth without a whimper. Even after she had taken it completely in her mouth, still almost half of his cock was outside.

Then she slowly started moving her mouth up and down his massive cock. Javed groaned and threw his head back as Priyanka's mouth sucked his cock. I could see his cock getting wet with her saliva as she licked and sucked its length. Javed also started stroking her face with his hand and then slowly started fucking my wife's mouth with slow rhythmic motion.

Priyanka was now moaning loudly as she sucked Javed's cock. Even I could see her rolling her tongue around his cock. Now Javed grabbed her hair roughly once more as he increased pace of his fucking. With his one hand, he held Priyanka's face steady and with his other he grabbed her breast as he fucked her mouth furiously. Priyanka also was steady allowing Javed to fuck her mouth properly. Her eyes were closed and she was groaning loudly. Her lovely black hair was spread on her naked back as her mouth moved forward and backward on Javed's cock. Now Javed was panting heavily and his entire body was covered with small droplets of sweat. He stopped suddenly and then pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth.

"Get down on your back." He ordered my wife in a commanding voice. Priyanka licked her lips for a moment and then obediently lay down on the bed beside me on her back. She then spread her thighs wide. Her cunt was wet and moist and smelled strongly. She spread her thighs and waited for Javed to take control. Javed quickly moved in and he gripped my wife's thighs. Then he slowly adjusted his huge cock on my wife's cunt. He put his hands below her waist and then slowly started pushing his cock inside her cunt. Priyanka cried out loudly as Javed pushed his cock in her cunt. Even though it was wet, his cock was still pretty big for her. She bit her lips as Javed slowly started stroking his cock in her cunt. She moaned as she felt Javed pushing his cock further and further in her cunt with small swift strokes.

"Oh Javed Ji, please fuck me slowly jaan. You are hurting me with your big cock, I may bleed again like yesterday." Priyanka cried out as Javed roughly pushed his cock further in. But instead of listening to her, he extended his hand and roughly slapped her breasts.

Priyanka cried out as Javed started fucking her violently. Priyanka's mouth contorted with pain as Javed's huge cock ripped her cunt apart. But Javed kept fucking her roughly as he grabbed her breasts for support. Priyanka was moaning loudly now as Javed's strokes hurt her, but to my utter surprise, she was also matching his strokes with her own. She was moving her pelvis back and forth as Javed fucker her. Her head was falling from one side to other and she was biting her lips every now and then.

Priyanka extended her arms and started caressing Javed's chest as he fucked her.

"Oh maa, please fuck me harder Javed ji. Hurt me as much as you want. I am yours now. Do whatever you want with me." I knew Priyanka had pretty tight cunt and Javed's huge cock must be stretching her badly. But the look of pleasure on her face was very clear. Now Javed had picked up speed and her fucking her hard. Also, he was roughly slapping her breasts and stomach with every stroke. But to my surprise, Priyanka was enjoying this hurt and pain. It was almost as if his slaps on her breasts was giving her as much pleasure as sex. Javed bent forward into her and Priyanka wrapped both of her legs around Javed's waist. Then Javed once again started fucking her furiously. Now Priyanka was crying out wildly without any worry.

She was twisting and turning in bed and moaning with pleasure. Javed was also panting heavily and his back was wet with sweat. Suddenly Javed stiffened and Priyanka also cried out as Javed's body stiffened. His body shook violently in spasms and I knew that he was flooding my wife's cunt with his cum. Priyanka also opened her eyes wide and her body was also shaking.
"Oh Javed ji, I have never had this kind of orgasm before with my husband. " Javed laughed as he pulled out his cock put of Priyanka's cunt and they both lay on each other panting.
I am going back to my room Javed Ji. Aniket may get awake.

Yes you have shouted to much this time.
”You have fucked me like an animal today, what can I do” Priyanka laughed as she cuddled up to Javed.
I returned quickly to my bed. She returned after a few minutes and went straight to the attached bathroom. She cleaned herself and took a shower. She came to my bed after another 10 more minutes. How was he I asked her whispering?
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

LAST PART


She was surprised initially but she managed quickly. She answered “Awesome. I have enjoyed every moment of it”.
“So what is your next plan?”
I am not going to share it with you. It’s a secret between me and Javed only.
“So I have been sidelined by both of you”
She stopped for a moment, and then she rolled on top of me. I felt the soft touch of her breasts on my chest. She looked directly to my eyes and then in a very husky voice she said “Yes because you are not competent for me.”
“So what I am going to do now.”
“Nothing just let me fly with Javed and enjoy” she said without removing her eyes from my eyes.”
(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

BEAING NAUGHTY

PART1


This happened on a visit to my wife's family in the northeast. Stacy and I hadn't been back to her hometown in years. Her mother, true to her nature, was very anxious to see her and the kids. Stacy was very popular with her family. Pretty, kind hearted, and outgoing, there wasn't one member of her family that wasn't looking forward to her return. And she had a huge family! Stacy was anxious to show off our son and daughter. I was too. We had almost three weeks to do it. It was going to be a great vacation. Little did I suspect just how great an experience it was going to be.

From the moment we set foot in the house the phone didn't stop ringing with friends and relatives saying hello. About two days after we settled into her mom's house, we started to receive phone calls where there was no one on the other end. Her mom said it wasn't unusual so we ignored it.

Early one morning (it was about six thirty and the kids were not up yet) we were sitting in our bathrobes at the kitchen table having coffee. No relatives around yet – they wouldn't start showing up until nine or so. It was pleasantly quiet. The phone rang and Stacy answered it. I immediately noticed that something was not normal in the way she acted. I watched her from the kitchen table as she talked. She seemed nervous and acted a little strangely. She drew her bathrobe around her protectively and started to talk low and haltingly. I noticed she was blushing. She took the phone's hand-piece around the corner into the hallway, obviously wanting to hide what she was saying from me and mom. A few moments later she hung up and came back to the table.

I asked her about the call. She shook her head, "no", and acted guilty. She was never very good at hiding anything. Looking at her Mom, who was cooking tomato sauce on the stove and had her back to us, she motioned me into another room. Down the hallway and in the den, she closed the door, shaking her head, and put her arm around my waist, as was her habit. She whispered that the call was from an old boy friend, Danny. My eyebrows went up in interest. I knew who Danny was as she had told me about him years ago. He was the oriStacyl, hot-to-trot, always on the make, "Italian Stallion".

If her mom found out he had called, she would go out and kill him. She hated Danny with a passion that was extreme. He had pursued Stacy before we met and they had dated briefly. Her Mom put an end to that relationship with a typical Italian vengeance. Stacy had to admit that her mom was right. If they had kept going out together she would have probably wound up pregnant, a single mother, who would never have had the opportunity to meet me.

I asked her for details about the call. She finally admitted that as soon as Danny had said hello he was reminding her of their dates and telling her how much he missed those hot necking sessions. Several years after we were married, Stacy had told me more about her relationship with Danny. Stacy was the oriStacyl "good" girl. However - she admitted that she lost her virginity to Danny after many months of his putting the moves on her.

It was after a party and in the back bedroom of the hosts house. She was reluctant but Danny's persistence won out. She had never gone beyond kissing and letting him touch her breasts under her sweater. But, this time, he had plied her with a few mouthfuls of vodka. And, he had worked her sensitive breasts until they were on fire. This was the first time he had succeeded in pulling off her panties and playing with her pussy. She had never had that done to her before. Her inhibitions lessened, he played her clit like a fine instrument and she was overcome. She gave in to the wonderful sexual feelings she was experiencing. She spread her legs for him, and, very nervous, she let Danny take her cherry.

Danny had had many women in his life and was quite experienced. That was one of the reasons why her mother hated the guy. He had fucked several of her friends and was responsible for at least one marriage breakup. He even tried to put the moves on her!!

Stacy wasn't experienced at all. I mean she was a virgin, after all. The extent of her experience was feeling his cock and letting him sometimes play with her tits when they went out. But Danny knew what he wanted. To him she was a "piece", a trophy, and Stacy knew that in her heart. He was in it for his pleasure, not hers. Even so, I had to admit, from what I can tell, he gave her a very good first fuck. But she was too nervous to realize it and enjoy it.

Danny had her very wet. He climbed up on top of her and put his cock right at her doorstep. Stacy said she could feel it trying to push into her small opening. She thought she would die. Then, looking up at him (he was almost laughing he was so high on finally realizing his conquest) he actually leered at her, and then hesitating only a second, he plunged full force into her.

He managed to get half of his cock inside her tight tunnel in one push. She screamed in pain and he laughed the laugh of one who is in complete control. But the pain was not at all what she expected. Although she feared the worst and her scream was from that fear, the actual "pain" was rather mild and almost immediately went away. Then he plunged in again, this time bouncing his bloated testicles against her tender ass. Later, it would take her a full day to figure out where the two round bruises on her butt came from.

Stacy was so nervous she didn't fully enjoy any of it. He huffed and puffed, thrusting in and out of her for several minutes and then came inside her. He kept fucking her. And that is when she said she finally started to feel some kind of pleasure. She said it was because the deed was done and no amount of anxiety would change that. But, after experiencing only a few moments of pleasure, Danny pulled out and she was left hanging.

Danny told her she was the best, tightest fuck he had ever had. And, that he was in love with her. She didn't buy any of that, not at all. Over the next few weeks Danny convinced her to go out several more times. Each time he told her it was going to be a normal date but they wound up with his cock fucking her like crazy. And, she admitted, she was starting to really enjoy it. On their last date she actually had her first orgasm. She was amazed - and scared. She knew that if she kept it up she would become pregnant for sure and also knew that Danny would never marry her. She told her mother – and that ended that. Luckily she did not get pregnant. Her father never knew.

She thought it was funny that he would call her, now and try to get her into the sack again. She was married with two kids! As for me, none of this bothered me. In fact, her stories about Danny had always excited me. I had asked Stacy to tell me about her "first time" pretty often over the years. I told her to enjoy her phone calls and tease him if she wanted. I told her not to tell him I knew and certainly not to tell her mother. It was good for her ego and would hand her a few laughs. She giggled and whispered that I was a crazy and horny husband. Just before going back to the kitchen she squeezed my ass said she loved me.

When we got back to our coffee, she casually asked her mother about Danny. This really set her mother off. The next hour was spent telling us about Danny's exploits over the years. He certainly hadn't changed and if anything had gotten worse. Apparently he liked to fuck married women and, gee, wonder why, their husbands always objected. His escapades were becoming legendary.

I watched Stacy when she got the Danny calls, sometimes covertly to give her privacy and sometimes overtly. She was actually having a good time. I got horny thinking about the stud on the other end who wanted to fuck my wife. We had some great fucking sessions after those phone calls. I made her tell me over and over about how she lost her virginity. Always a little shy and reluctant about sharing, she warmed up to telling me the story in even greater detail after she saw the effect it was now having on me. I also asked her about details regarding her phone calls.

After about a week of cat and mouse on the phone, I simply told her to go for it. After explaining to her what I meant and her getting over the shock of what I had just asked her to do (which took a few days), she tentatively agreed. And, only after I told her how I fantasized it happening. The naughtiness of it really intrigued her. After all she had been really getting into flirting and leading this guy on.

My plan was simple and very sneaky. She was to tell Danny that she was interested in seeing and talking to him. But she couldn't get out of the house. He would have to come to her. About ten PM, after every one had gone to bed, including me, he was to come to the back basement door. She would let him in. The basement to her mother's house was accessible from the outside by following the shadows, as there was no lighting. It had several rooms and the main room was used as kind of a storage area. It had the washer and dryer as well as an old piano. But, its best feature was a large and well-used couch at one end.

The next time Danny called I waited in the next room and listened on the phone. When Stacy told him the plan I could tell that Danny felt like he had just won a great battle. He was pretty proud of himself for conquering this shy housewife.

He immediately started to make "suggestions" to her, like what she should wear. My wife was reluctant (not faked) but conceded to his demands. After much flirting and going back and forth and asking her things like what she usually wore for me at night, he got her to agree to wearing only a robe with nothing underneath when she met him at the door.

That night we got the kids to bed a little early and made sure her mother had an extra glass of wine before going to sleep. It was only nine thirty. We lay in bed side-by-side and waited. Stacy was a basket case. We didn't say much to each other, as I didn't want the least chance of disturbing anyone in the house, or more importantly, her resolve. The kids, only a few feet away, were fast asleep and I knew they were out for the night.

Stacy had been snuggling against me and hadn't said a word for some time. With my cock hard as a rock, I nudged her and said we should get ready. She whispered that she was very nervous and she didn't think she could really go through with this. I spent several minutes re-convincing her. This, along with fondling her ass and pussy, which made her extremely hot and wet, helped to get her back on track.

Finally, I got her out of bed and as quietly as I could, stripped off her t-shirt top and gym type pants. This is what she usually wore to bed as she was one of those women that would be cold anywhere. All that was left was the panties and for some reason it gave me a great perverse pleasure to pull them off of her knowing that I was getting her ready for another man.

I hooked my thumbs in between the elastic and her warm skin and pushed down. She stood there kind of trembling. I moved down with the panties. In the dim light of the bedroom I could easily see her naked silhouette. My eyes were so adjusted to the light that when they came in contact with the rather hairy patch of fur between her legs (I loved the naturalness of her pussy and insisted that she not shave), I gazed at the fur-covered triangle for several excited heartbeats. My thoughts were not very husband-like.

As I looked at that beautiful mound of hair, with her pink swollen pussy lips just slightly peeking out, my hardon must have grown another inch. My immediate thought was filled with lust: with any luck at all, and if Danny had the balls to show up, her pussy would be entertaining another man's cock in about 20 minutes. This wonderful piece of sexual equipment had been my cock's home for the last ten years and had produced our two kids. I must have fucked it thousands of wonderful times and it always left me drained and satisfied. And tonight, the only other man to have ever have fucked my wife was about to do it again. I was beside myself with excitement.

I could tell that Stacy was on the edge. I did my best to calm her down. I didn't want her to re-neg. I went to the chair where I had put the robe I had picked out. I grabbed it and held it up for her to put on. I was gazing up and down at her naked body and could not hide my obvious hardon. The tent my cock made in my pajamas was way out there. She was looking at it with great interest. She even whispered that we should forget about Danny and just work on my cock. It would do him good to be locked out in the cold. I laughed and insisted she put on her robe. She finally said, in an, I give up tone, "Oh, all right". I tied the robe together and hugged her giving her a huge and very passionate kiss. Then I grabbed her hand and quietly went for the door. She did not move and I finally had to pull her along with me.

We were like thieves in the night, sneaking down the stairs to the first level, trying to avoid the creaky step, and then tiptoeing down the basement stairs. I opened the door to the dark large room. It was about five minutes to 10. I left Stacy, letting go her hand. Whispering, I told her to have a really good time because I wanted to hear all about it later. I left her alone to get used to the light. I quickly went to another door and worked my way to an oversized pipe hole that had a direct view into the room. I was ready.

Stacy stood there uncertainly. The cellar was cold and I could tell that it was affecting her nipples which were long and hard. They poked through her thin housecoat. There were security lights on the house next door. They dimly shone into the basement through a side window. When my eyes became accustomed, it was actually quite bright in that room. At exactly ten PM the outline of a short but broad man (I had never met Danny or seen a photo of him) appeared at the door. He was quite visible through the glass. Stacy saw him but did not move. Five minutes later, the figure outside was moving from side to side in anticipation, but she still hadn't moved. I was getting rather anxious and I thought, ok, this is not going to happen. And Danny was going to leave. She was on her own. I couldn't say anything because she would know I was spying.

And then she moved.

She kind of swished slowly over to the door. The she reached up, unlocked it's dead bolt (I could see Danny quickly duck out of the way at the sound) and then, my heart in my throat, she actually did it. She opened the door just a crack. Then I heard her whisper out into the cold, "Danny?" The still shadow moved. I heard one word from him in a rather deep, Italian-accented voice, "Yes", and that was all.

In an instant he had brushed Stacy aside and was in the basement with the door quickly closing behind him. Without any preliminaries (they had been dancing on the phone for days) he took her into his arms and squeezed her to him. This was followed by an audible gasp from Stacy suddenly hushed by a huge kiss. At first stunned, my shy wife did nothing. Then a moment later she seemed to explode.

Her arms went up around Danny's shoulders and she was kissing him hard. She had been teasing him for days and the lust she had built up in him (and unknowingly in her) had reached a bursting point. In the space of several minutes, Danny had kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts, lifted her robe and clutched her pert naked ass, squeezing it over and over. I was totally mesmerized with the stunning swiftness of the encounter. He was mumbling something to her in Italian, a language I suddenly regretted not knowing. She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, " High, how are you doing?" or something completely inane like that.

Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Stacy had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her neck. She moaned and her knees buckled. Danny spotted the couch and worked his way over to it, half carrying Stacy. He slipped her robe off her shoulders and lay her on the couch. He didn't bother to strip off all of his clothes, only his pants. They fell to the basement floor with a rustle. I caught a quick glimpse of his straining cock as he stripped his jockey shorts off and pushed them on top of his pants. What I saw gave me quick pause. I never asked Stacy how big Danny was (it just never occurred to me) but I have to admit I was instantly jealous. In a sexually excited way, that is. In the dim light and maybe it was the shadows, but it looked pretty big.

Danny fell on Stacy's prone form and moved his head between her loosely spread legs and chuckled softly to himself. He whispered that he was very happy to see that she hadn't shaved any of her hair off. He always loved it bushy. He asked if she did just for him. He was a conceited bastard, I'll say that for him. But Stacy said the right thing. She breathlessly whispered aback that she never shaved in memory of him. In great excitement he said that he knew she would never forget his cock and dove between her legs and began to lick his tongue in great long swipes in between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and shivered her acceptance of his long flicking muscle.

Through my little spy-hole, I watched Stacy squirm and twist in a sexual frenzy. She had a series of mini orgasms from his tongue flicking at her clit and worming its way in and out of her wet, sensitive hole. She had lost any thoughts of reluctance right after he started to kiss her. My wife's legs spread wide, a wordless and insistent invitation for him to fuck her.

The next moments are permanently etched in my mind. Lifting her trembling legs to his shoulders he wedged his hips between her firm thighs. I could finally see his cock, no shadows this time. I was right - he was big. I experienced the stab of jealousy again. His cock made contact with her swollen lips. She thrust her pussy up at his cockhead partially enveloping the little monster. My jealousy increased. She wanted him, no doubt. A guttural sound came out of his mouth and I realized that he had just laughed again. Looking down at her in complete victory, he savagely pushed his cockhead past her lips making her jerk as it snapped by the tight ring of muscle protecting her tunnel. His long thick shaft disappeared from sight as her vaStacy avidly swallowed him whole in one determined thrust. My jealousy reached a peak - and suddenly turned into a powerful lust.

His cock moved like a piston in an engine cylinder. Over, and over, and over again, he plunged his thick, hard tool into her tight pussy until it was no longer tight. Her juices, fully activated and churned into a froth by his persistent pounding, was making the short back and forth journey of his cock very easy. As the long hard battering ram traversed her vaStacy with less and less effort, the rapidity of his strokes increased until his cock literally flashed in and out of her. After several minutes of this he showed no signs of stopping or slowing but was starting to huff and puff his exertion. Stacy was totally out of control humping him back with an energy I had never seen before.

Her legs were being held up high and backward. Her beautiful butt was forced up by Danny's pushing thighs. He was bouncing up and down powerfully. His balls were moving almost straight up and down now traveling about 8 inches each way. His cock was buried deeply inside my horny wife and trying to go even deeper. He was plugging in and out of her with great need, command, and force. There was a lather forming right around Stacy's stretched pussy lips. Foam was actually coming out each time he pulled out.

This happened on a visit to my wife's family in the northeast. Stacy and I hadn't been back to her hometown in years. Her mother, true to her nature, was very anxious to see her and the kids. Stacy was very popular with her family. Pretty, kind hearted, and outgoing, there wasn't one member of her family that wasn't looking forward to her return. And she had a huge family! Stacy was anxious to show off our son and daughter. I was too. We had almost three weeks to do it. It was going to be a great vacation. Little did I suspect just how great an experience it was going to be.

From the moment we set foot in the house the phone didn't stop ringing with friends and relatives saying hello. About two days after we settled into her mom's house, we started to receive phone calls where there was no one on the other end. Her mom said it wasn't unusual so we ignored it.

Early one morning (it was about six thirty and the kids were not up yet) we were sitting in our bathrobes at the kitchen table having coffee. No relatives around yet – they wouldn't start showing up until nine or so. It was pleasantly quiet. The phone rang and Stacy answered it. I immediately noticed that something was not normal in the way she acted. I watched her from the kitchen table as she talked. She seemed nervous and acted a little strangely. She drew her bathrobe around her protectively and started to talk low and haltingly. I noticed she was blushing. She took the phone's hand-piece around the corner into the hallway, obviously wanting to hide what she was saying from me and mom. A few moments later she hung up and came back to the table.

I asked her about the call. She shook her head, "no", and acted guilty. She was never very good at hiding anything. Looking at her Mom, who was cooking tomato sauce on the stove and had her back to us, she motioned me into another room. Down the hallway and in the den, she closed the door, shaking her head, and put her arm around my waist, as was her habit. She whispered that the call was from an old boy friend, Danny. My eyebrows went up in interest. I knew who Danny was as she had told me about him years ago. He was the oriStacyl, hot-to-trot, always on the make, "Italian Stallion".

If her mom found out he had called, she would go out and kill him. She hated Danny with a passion that was extreme. He had pursued Stacy before we met and they had dated briefly. Her Mom put an end to that relationship with a typical Italian vengeance. Stacy had to admit that her mom was right. If they had kept going out together she would have probably wound up pregnant, a single mother, who would never have had the opportunity to meet me.

I asked her for details about the call. She finally admitted that as soon as Danny had said hello he was reminding her of their dates and telling her how much he missed those hot necking sessions. Several years after we were married, Stacy had told me more about her relationship with Danny. Stacy was the Stacyl "good" girl. However - she admitted that she lost her virginity to Danny after many months of his putting the moves on her.




(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

BEING NAUGHTY

PART2
It was after a party and in the back bedroom of the hosts house. She was reluctant but Danny's persistence won out. She had never gone beyond kissing and letting him touch her breasts under her sweater. But, this time, he had plied her with a few mouthfuls of vodka. And, he had worked her sensitive breasts until they were on fire. This was the first time he had succeeded in pulling off her panties and playing with her pussy. She had never had that done to her before. Her inhibitions lessened, he played her clit like a fine instrument and she was overcome. She gave in to the wonderful sexual feelings she was experiencing. She spread her legs for him, and, very nervous, she let Danny take her cherry.

Danny had had many women in his life and was quite experienced. That was one of the reasons why her mother hated the guy. He had fucked several of her friends and was responsible for at least one marriage breakup. He even tried to put the moves on her!!

Stacy wasn't experienced at all. I mean she was a virgin, after all. The extent of her experience was feeling his cock and letting him sometimes play with her tits when they went out. But Danny knew what he wanted. To him she was a "piece", a trophy, and Stacy knew that in her heart. He was in it for his pleasure, not hers. Even so, I had to admit, from what I can tell, he gave her a very good first fuck. But she was too nervous to realize it and enjoy it.

Danny had her very wet. He climbed up on top of her and put his cock right at her doorstep. Stacy said she could feel it trying to push into her small opening. She thought she would die. Then, looking up at him (he was almost laughing he was so high on finally realizing his conquest) he actually leered at her, and then hesitating only a second, he plunged full force into her.

He managed to get half of his cock inside her tight tunnel in one push. She screamed in pain and he laughed the laugh of one who is in complete control. But the pain was not at all what she expected. Although she feared the worst and her scream was from that fear, the actual "pain" was rather mild and almost immediately went away. Then he plunged in again, this time bouncing his bloated testicles against her tender ass. Later, it would take her a full day to figure out where the two round bruises on her butt came from.

Stacy was so nervous she didn't fully enjoy any of it. He huffed and puffed, thrusting in and out of her for several minutes and then came inside her. He kept fucking her. And that is when she said she finally started to feel some kind of pleasure. She said it was because the deed was done and no amount of anxiety would change that. But, after experiencing only a few moments of pleasure, Danny pulled out and she was left hanging.

Danny told her she was the best, tightest fuck he had ever had. And, that he was in love with her. She didn't buy any of that, not at all. Over the next few weeks Danny convinced her to go out several more times. Each time he told her it was going to be a normal date but they wound up with his cock fucking her like crazy. And, she admitted, she was starting to really enjoy it. On their last date she actually had her first orgasm. She was amazed - and scared. She knew that if she kept it up she would become pregnant for sure and also knew that Danny would never marry her. She told her mother – and that ended that. Luckily she did not get pregnant. Her father never knew.

She thought it was funny that he would call her, now and try to get her into the sack again. She was married with two kids! As for me, none of this bothered me. In fact, her stories about Danny had always excited me. I had asked Stacy to tell me about her "first time" pretty often over the years. I told her to enjoy her phone calls and tease him if she wanted. I told her not to tell him I knew and certainly not to tell her mother. It was good for her ego and would hand her a few laughs. She giggled and whispered that I was a crazy and horny husband. Just before going back to the kitchen she squeezed my ass said she loved me.

When we got back to our coffee, she casually asked her mother about Danny. This really set her mother off. The next hour was spent telling us about Danny's exploits over the years. He certainly hadn't changed and if anything had gotten worse. Apparently he liked to fuck married women and, gee, wonder why, their husbands always objected. His escapades were becoming legendary.

I watched Stacy when she got the Danny calls, sometimes covertly to give her privacy and sometimes overtly. She was actually having a good time. I got horny thinking about the stud on the other end who wanted to fuck my wife. We had some great fucking sessions after those phone calls. I made her tell me over and over about how she lost her virginity. Always a little shy and reluctant about sharing, she warmed up to telling me the story in even greater detail after she saw the effect it was now having on me. I also asked her about details regarding her phone calls.

After about a week of cat and mouse on the phone, I simply told her to go for it. After explaining to her what I meant and her getting over the shock of what I had just asked her to do (which took a few days), she tentatively agreed. The naughtiness of it really intrigued her. After all she had been really getting into flirting and leading this guy on.

My plan was simple and very sneaky. She was to tell Danny that she was interested in seeing and talking to him. But she couldn't get out of the house. He would have to come to her. About ten PM, after every one had gone to bed, including me, he was to come to the back basement door. She would let him in. The basement to her mother's house was accessible from the outside by following the shadows, as there was no lighting. It had several rooms and the main room was used as kind of a storage area. It had the washer and dryer as well as an old piano. But, its best feature was a large and well-used couch at one end.

The next time Danny called I waited in the next room and listened on the phone. When Stacy told him the plan I could tell that Danny felt like he had just won a great battle. He was pretty proud of himself for conquering this shy housewife.

He immediately started to make "suggestions" to her, like what she should wear. My wife was reluctant (not faked) but conceded to his demands. After much flirting and going back and forth and asking her things like what she usually wore for me at night, he got her to agree to wearing only a robe with nothing underneath when she met him at the door.

That night we got the kids to bed a little early and made sure her mother had an extra glass of wine before going to sleep. It was only nine thirty. We lay in bed side-by-side and waited. Stacy was a basket case. We didn't say much to each other, as I didn't want the least chance of disturbing anyone in the house, or more importantly, her resolve. The kids, only a few feet away, were fast asleep and I knew they were out for the night.

Stacy had been snuggling against me and hadn't said a word for some time. With my cock hard as a rock, I nudged her and said we should get ready. She whispered that she was very nervous and she didn't think she could really go through with this. I spent several minutes re-convincing her. This, along with fondling her ass and pussy, which made her extremely hot and wet, helped to get her back on track.

Finally, I got her out of bed and as quietly as I could, stripped off her t-shirt top and gym type pants. This is what she usually wore to bed as she was one of those women that would be cold anywhere. All that was left was the panties and for some reason it gave me a great perverse pleasure to pull them off of her knowing that I was getting her ready for another man.

I hooked my thumbs in between the elastic and her warm skin and pushed down. She stood there kind of trembling. I moved down with the panties. In the dim light of the bedroom I could easily see her naked silhouette. My eyes were so adjusted to the light that when they came in contact with the rather hairy patch of fur between her legs (I loved the naturalness of her pussy and insisted that she not shave), I gazed at the fur-covered triangle for several excited heartbeats. My thoughts were not very husband-like.

As I looked at that beautiful mound of hair, with her pink swollen pussy lips just slightly peeking out, my hardon must have grown another inch. My immediate thought was filled with lust: with any luck at all, and if Danny had the balls to show up, her pussy would be entertaining another man's cock in about 20 minutes. This wonderful piece of sexual equipment had been my cock's home for the last ten years and had produced our two kids. I must have fucked it thousands of wonderful times and it always left me drained and satisfied. And tonight, the only other man to have ever have fucked my wife was about to do it again. I was beside myself with excitement.

I could tell that Stacy was on the edge. I did my best to calm her down. I didn't want her to re-neg. I went to the chair where I had put the robe I had picked out. I grabbed it and held it up for her to put on. I was gazing up and down at her naked body and could not hide my obvious hardon. The tent my cock made in my pajamas was way out there. She was looking at it with great interest. She even whispered that we should forget about Danny and just work on my cock. It would do him good to be locked out in the cold. I laughed and insisted she put on her robe. She finally said, in an, I give up tone, "Oh, all right". I tied the robe together and hugged her giving her a huge and very passionate kiss. Then I grabbed her hand and quietly went for the door. She did not move and I finally had to pull her along with me.

We were like thieves in the night, sneaking down the stairs to the first level, trying to avoid the creaky step, and then tiptoeing down the basement stairs. I opened the door to the dark large room. It was about five minutes to 10. I left Stacy, letting go her hand. Whispering, I told her to have a really good time because I wanted to hear all about it later. I left her alone to get used to the light. I quickly went to another door and worked my way to an oversized pipe hole that had a direct view into the room. I was ready.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

BEING NAUGHTY

LAST PART
Stacy stood there uncertainly. The cellar was cold and I could tell that it was affecting her nipples which were long and hard. They poked through her thin housecoat. There were security lights on the house next door. They dimly shone into the basement through a side window. When my eyes became accustomed, it was actually quite bright in that room. At exactly ten PM the outline of a short but broad man (I had never met Danny or seen a photo of him) appeared at the door. He was quite visible through the glass. Stacy saw him but did not move. Five minutes later, the figure outside was moving from side to side in anticipation, but she still hadn't moved. I was getting rather anxious and I thought, ok, this is not going to happen. And Danny was going to leave. She was on her own. I couldn't say anything because she would know I was spying.

And then she moved.

She kind of swished slowly over to the door. The she reached up, unlocked it's dead bolt (I could see Danny quickly duck out of the way at the sound) and then, my heart in my throat, she actually did it. She opened the door just a crack. Then I heard her whisper out into the cold, "Danny?" The still shadow moved. I heard one word from him in a rather deep, Italian-accented voice, "Yes", and that was all.

In an instant he had brushed Stacy aside and was in the basement with the door quickly closing behind him. Without any preliminaries (they had been dancing on the phone for days) he took her into his arms and squeezed her to him. This was followed by an audible gasp from Stacy suddenly hushed by a huge kiss. At first stunned, my shy wife did nothing. Then a moment later she seemed to explode.

Her arms went up around Danny's shoulders and she was kissing him hard. She had been teasing him for days and the lust she had built up in him (and unknowingly in her) had reached a bursting point. In the space of several minutes, Danny had kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts, lifted her robe and clutched her pert naked ass, squeezing it over and over. I was totally mesmerized with the stunning swiftness of the encounter. He was mumbling something to her in Italian, a language I suddenly regretted not knowing. She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, " High, how are you doing?" or something completely inane like that.

Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Stacy had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her neck. She moaned and her knees buckled. Danny spotted the couch and worked his way over to it, half carrying Stacy. He slipped her robe off her shoulders and lay her on the couch. He didn't bother to strip off all of his clothes, only his pants. They fell to the basement floor with a rustle. I caught a quick glimpse of his straining cock as he stripped his jockey shorts off and pushed them on top of his pants. What I saw gave me quick pause. I never asked Stacy how big Danny was (it just never occurred to me) but I have to admit I was instantly jealous. In a sexually excited way, that is. In the dim light and maybe it was the shadows, but it looked pretty big.

Danny fell on Stacy's prone form and moved his head between her loosely spread legs and chuckled softly to himself. He whispered that he was very happy to see that she hadn't shaved any of her hair off. He always loved it bushy. He asked if she did just for him. He was a conceited bastard, I'll say that for him. But Stacy said the right thing. She breathlessly whispered aback that she never shaved in memory of him. In great excitement he said that he knew she would never forget his cock and dove between her legs and began to lick his tongue in great long swipes in between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and shivered her acceptance of his long flicking muscle.

Through my little spy-hole, I watched Stacy squirm and twist in a sexual frenzy. She had a series of mini orgasms from his tongue flicking at her clit and worming its way in and out of her wet, sensitive hole. She had lost any thoughts of reluctance right after he started to kiss her. My wife's legs spread wide, a wordless and insistent invitation for him to fuck her.

The next moments are permanently etched in my mind. Lifting her trembling legs to his shoulders he wedged his hips between her firm thighs. I could finally see his cock, no shadows this time. I was right - he was big. I experienced the stab of jealousy again. His cock made contact with her swollen lips. She thrust her pussy up at his cockhead partially enveloping the little monster. My jealousy increased. She wanted him, no doubt. A guttural sound came out of his mouth and I realized that he had just laughed again. Looking down at her in complete victory, he savagely pushed his cockhead past her lips making her jerk as it snapped by the tight ring of muscle protecting her tunnel. His long thick shaft disappeared from sight as her vaStacy avidly swallowed him whole in one determined thrust. My jealousy reached a peak - and suddenly turned into a powerful lust.

His cock moved like a piston in an engine cylinder. Over, and over, and over again, he plunged his thick, hard tool into her tight pussy until it was no longer tight. Her juices, fully activated and churned into a froth by his persistent pounding, was making the short back and forth journey of his cock very easy. As the long hard battering ram traversed her vaStacy with less and less effort, the rapidity of his strokes increased until his cock literally flashed in and out of her. After several minutes of this he showed no signs of stopping or slowing but was starting to huff and puff his exertion. Stacy was totally out of control humping him back with an energy I had never seen before.

Her legs were being held up high and backward. Her beautiful butt was forced up by Danny's pushing thighs. He was bouncing up and down powerfully. His balls were moving almost straight up and down now traveling about 8 inches each way. His cock was buried deeply inside my horny wife and trying to go even deeper. He was plugging in and out of her with great need, command, and force. There was a lather forming right around Stacy's stretched pussy lips. Foam was actually coming out each time he pulled out.
Danny started to moan a strangled animal sound. Thank God everyone was asleep. Stacy whispered for him to cum. I was momentarily shocked at hearing the begging, whining tone in her voice.

She didn't wait for him. She came loudly and forcefully. He came just as she was tensing. He grunted grossly, an inward snort kind of sound, several times and never stopped lunging his cock inside her tight pussy. Stacy had several more orgasms. Danny began to get up and pull his cock out of her. I couldn't believe my wife when I heard her beg, really beg hard, for him not to pull out. He laughed a low and somewhat sinister sounding laugh.

In a deep baritone he crudely told her that she was still one hot "fuck" which made me think that maybe Stacy hadn't told me everything about their encounters. He pulled out his softening cock and she moaned her disappointment. He knelt between her legs and grabbing his cock, he began to sadistically slap her sensitive clitoris with his apple-sized head. The first time he did this she curled in a little ball and whimpered. His strong arms pulled her legs back apart and he continued to pummel her pussy. She squirmed like she was being shocked by an electric current - and actually had several more orgasms.

Danny was finished by 1045. His cock had been inside my wife's pussy for almost the entire time. He had come at least, from what I could tell, two very potent times. Stacy had cum so many times there been no way I could count them.

He had left her on the couch, legs spread, sore, and pussy gaping open in the cool basement air. He bade her "Ciao", and, in a supremely arrogant manner, said he would call her the next day. When the basement door closed, from my hiding place, my dick in my hand, I saw Stacy get up from her prone position on the couch – very slowly and gingerly – and sit upright. She was slouched over, her back making a graceful arch from her naked ass to her hanging head. My wife looked like she had been run over by a truck – an Italian truck with a battering ram for a cock.

Battered and bruised, her perky breasts now sagged over her flat stomach and she just seemed – well, loose! Minutes before she was a firm well toned young lady – and now she looked like a meat hammer had pounded her. I watched with wonder as she got up and shakily got to her feet. The light hit her crotch. In the brief second that it was lit I saw that her once fluffy black patch of pubic hair had been transformed into a flat lifeless tangled wet mat glistening in the meager light.

Reliving the scene later that evening, after putting my tired and bruised wife into bed, I realized that it had not been a very tender meeting. Danny was out to get himself some married pussy. He wasn't concerned about contraception or her safety. His only concern was getting some forbidden cunt and cuckolding a husband. Well, guess what, I didn't mind at all.

I played it back in my head over and over: His shiny cock pulled out of her dripping cavern wit a loud slurp. He held the twitching battering ram high over her ripping belly. It was a long probe of thick turgid flesh, hardened by his excitement and the massaging of her clutching vaStacy. It twitched, shiny bright with her juices dripping from it. It almost shown with its own light. After examining it with a proud leer, he arched his ass and pointed the spear down towards her still gaping hole and plunged inside to my wife's loud moans of delight.

Before we left, some 3 days later, I had the extreme pleasure of watching my suddenly oversexed wife banged by Danny two more times - and into the pregnancy she should have had years ago. Yes, one month after we returned home we found out for sure that she was pregnant with our third child. We both knew it had to be Danny's.

I guess some things are just meant to be.

(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE OPERTUNITY

PART1
The moment my husband John walked into the house I knew something was wrong. He and his best buddy Kevin had planned to spend the evening bar hopping. Kevin was getting ready to for his overseas deployment and this was his last free week. We wanted him to have a great time before he flew out to the desert.

Kevin was thirty, single and very good looking. His military background made him irresistible to young women. He had girls falling all over him and so he barely dated any girl for more than a few weeks. Despite his active sexual life, he found time to hang out with us, especially when he was in between girl friends.

"What's wrong?" I asked, quite concerned. "Where's Kevin?"

"I left the bastard at the club!"

"You did what?" I was shocked more by his tone than his action.

"He said he wanted to fuck you!" John's voice was trembling.

I stood there in shock and disbelief!

John and I have been married 10 years now. Jhon and I have 2 daughters, elder one is seven and the younger one is five. I soon became quite comfortable having Kevin spend a lot of time with us. He often showed up unannounced, joining us for dinner, eating leftovers or anything he could grab from the fridge. He also likes to spend time with our daughters and they really loved him too. Although Jhon and Kevin did have their boys' night out, John and Kevin stayed home most of the time, getting drunk or watching a game or playing with the children’s. But to his credit, Kevin was a perfect gentleman. Although we talked about everything under the sun, he never had made a pass at me; I have seldom seen him staring at me even when I was wearing revealing clothes.

"Not Kevin. He's your best friend. Why would he say something stupid like that?"

John was visibly agitated now. "We were at a club in downtown, watching some gorgeous blonde dancing. She was alone and pretending to play with herself while teasing Kevin with dirty talk. I jokingly asked Kevin if he wanted to take her back to his place. That's when he quietly said, right in front of that girl, "She's gorgeous, but I'd really like to fuck your lovely wife Jennifer."

"The girl giggled and I was so embarrassed, that I left in the middle of our conversation. Kevin followed me to the parking lot but I told him to fuck off and drove away!"

Although it was shocking, I tried to calm him down. "I think he was drunk and didn't realize what he was saying. After all you were both ogling at a sexy girl playing with herself. And I am sure you both were pretty horny and drunk."

"It doesn't matter. He was the one person in the whole wide world I trusted absolutely."

"But he didn't do anything wrong. I am sure he's now regretting saying that."

"Yes, he did run after me pleading. He said he didn't mean it that it sort of slipped out."

I said, "I wish this hadn't happened when he's about to go overseas. Your plan was to help him relax before he left but now he must be stressing out."

John seemed much calmer now. We went to bed but neither of us felt like sleeping. The room was totally dark and the children’s were in deep sleep. He tossed about restlessly. I reached out and took his hand and whispered, "Let it go darling. You did the right thing."

"I am still unable to accept that Kevin would say something like this. We have been friends for ever. How could he?"

"Maybe it is a good thing he blurted out something like that. I didn't have a clue that he had such desires."

"Me neither. I don't think we ever did or said something to trigger lust for you in him. He knows how much we love and adore each other."

"Maybe we are partly to blame too." I said softly.

I felt him stiffen beside me. "What do you mean? You didn't flirt with him did you?"

I stayed calm, "No, of course not. You know me better than that."

"Then why do you blame us?"

"We have made out shamelessly when he was in the same room. We have watched porn with him. Once you even passed out while we were watching a dirty movie. It was a threesome and he and I sat through till the end. I am sure he must have had some fantasies of his own."

He was silent and I continued, "And then, a few months ago, he bought me that gift for my thirtieth birthday, remember?"

"Yes, a sexy two piece swim suit!" John murmured.

"Well do you also remember that you made me wear it and parade around the pool for him? It is the skimpiest bikini I have ever won."

"That was just a thank you show. Anyway, what's your point?'He voice was tense.

"Over the years he has seen me almost naked. I am sure watching you fondle me when he was around did arouse him. Since he was leaving and not sure of his return, maybe he wanted to fulfill his fantasies."

"Where are you going with this?" His voice was a lot calmer now.

"I am just saying maybe you reacted too harshly. You could have told him that you didn't like his joke and quietly dropped him off. He would have gotten the message then."

"Are you saying I should call him and apologize?" John was asking earnestly.

I shrugged, "It's up to you. But I think you should because, after he leaves, you'll be the one regretting the whole issue and fretting about it until he returns."

"Won't you feel uncomfortable now that you know about his crush on you?"

"He doesn't have to know that I know. That way he'll not feel weird around me."

"I am not sure I know how to do it."
Now I have to take some risk here. If I play properly I think I can work out something from this opportunity.

I took the risk and acted quickly saying "If you don't mind, I can call him. I will invite him over for lunch tomorrow. Make his favorite chicken lasagna."

John seemed more at ease now. He held me tightly and said, "I don't know how to thank you."

I laughed, "You know what I like."

He asked, "Are you sure you are in the mood?"

"I am always in the mood. Now stop talking and get to work." I chided him fondly.

John slid down until his lips found my pussy. I spread my thighs for him. The first brush of his wet tongue sent a shiver through me. I relaxed and grasped his head and pushed it against me.

""Was the girl beautiful? And was she really playing with herself" I asked mischievously.

He lifted his head up, "Yes, she was hot and caressed her pussy over her pant with her long slender fingers."

"What did she say to Kevin?"

"She said that he was cute and wanted to get to know him and would love to see him naked."

"Just what exactly did he say about me?" I threw the question quietly to him.

"We were both drunk and horny watching the young girl fondle her pussy while dancing. When I asked him if he wanted to fuck her, her said, 'No I really would like to fuck your lovely wife Jennifer."
I was really amazed hearing it. I whispered, "Does it bother you as much now as it did at that time?"

"No it doesn't. You're right. Maybe I did over react." He lowered his head and started nibbling my swollen clit.

"Have you ever caught Kevin staring at me?" I asked.

"Yes, Just that one or two times only. I remember when you pranced around wearing the bikini he had bought for you. I saw his eyes follow your every movement. I saw him trace your every curve with lust in his eyes. But the moment you went back into the house, he was back to normal." Some times I caught him checking on you when you breast feed our daughter. Other than those times he has never behaved that way since

"I don’t know about the breast feeding issue, but yes that was the only time I felt him openly staring at me. The thong was barely covering my pussy and once I got wet, I knew my mound showed. I couldn't help but notice his bulging crotch."

John began to lick my pussy eagerly. "You saw his bulge?" There was surprise in his voice.

"Yes but I don't think he saw me looking at him." John's licking was getting me close to the edge.

"You said one time I passed out while we were watching porn. Was it awkward for you?"

"Not really. It was kind of a turn on actually. Especially since the movie was about a threesome between a friend and a couple. After he left I ended up playing with my pussy, since you were snoring away."

"Do you think I should make it up to him?"
This is the moment I was looking after. I took one deep breadth and said "You guys have been friends for ever. Don't brood over it. Just let go and move on."

"Do you think what he asked was reasonable?" He asked in an uncertain voice.

Yes it is going at the right direction, I thought. I framed an answer in my mind quickly. I said ” I don't know how to answer that. The circumstance surely had a lot to do with his taking the chance. Seeing me near naked could have stirred passions in him. After all he is young and single. Besides he may have deliberately chosen that moment to open up to you. Maybe he fears he may not see us again."

"You didn't answer me. Tell me your frank opinion."

"He's your best friend. Sometimes even I feel jealous of your intimacy. I think that wonderful friendship, nurtured over decades, should not be thrown away on one drunken act of stupidity."

"You are still evading my question." His fingers were probing my swollen flesh and I moaned loudly.

"Instead of trying to seduce me behind your back, he had the guts and honesty to ask you directly. And in his defense I must admit he picked the best possible moment to approach you. And his overseas assignment might have made him desperate. So, yes, I don't blame him for taking the chance."

"What should I do?"

"About what?"

"His request." His fingers were moving fast now.
”Yes…I almost did it” I said in my mind, and then in a very husky voice I said "It's your decision, John. Whatever you decide, but if you really decide to allow him to do me then I am game."

His fingers paused for a few seconds and I waited impatiently for his reaction.

He said, "We could swim in our pool before or after lunch. Maybe you could wear that swimsuit he bought for you."

He lowered his lips to my wet pussy once again and began to chew my pussy lips. I moaned and said, "You are sure about this?"

"Yes, I am sure. He's my best friend and he's going to gone for a long time. I think I should send him off happy." He hesitated and added, "That is if it's okay with you….I means sleeping with him."

"I told you I am game if that's what you want."

"I am curious. Have you ever fantasized about him?" Did I detect a bit of jealousy in his voice? I am not going loose the game at this point. So I said "No, not really. I did enjoy his gift and his frank and appreciative once over. The size of the bulge has crossed my mind a couple of times, that's all. Now stop talking and start fucking. I need you inside NOW!"

Half an hour later, as we lay catching our breaths,
I took another risk saying, "I am going to call Kevin."

"What? It's almost three o'clock."

"Since you have found closure, it's only fair that we help him get his too." And without waiting for an answer I called Kevin from my cell phone. As soon as he picked up, I turned the speaker on.

He didn't sound like he had been sleeping, although he was surprised to hear my voice. "Jennifer, is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to invite you over for lunch tomorrow."

"John okay with this?" He was anxious.

"In fact it was his idea. He said that you guys had a brawl in the bar and he wanted to make it up to you."

He was silent for a moment. "Did he tell you what happened?"

"No, just that you said something that made him lose his cool. I didn't press for details."

His sounded relieved.” I would love stop by for lunch. I can't stay long though. My grandma has a going away party for me in the evening."

"Yes I remember you telling me about it. I am making your favorite chicken lasagna."

"Oh Jenny, I am going to miss you so much."

"I don't want to talk about your trip. Let's enjoy the last few days we have. All the free time you have, I want you to spend with us." My suggestive talk was designed to help him relax.

"Except for tomorrow night, I am pretty much spending time packing and preparing for the long absence. Can I talk to John?" His voice was hesitant. I looked at my husband but he shook his head.

"He's fast asleep. Do you want me to wake him?"

"No, but I thought it might be easier to break the ice over phone than in person tomorrow."

"I think he has totally forgiven you for whatever you said. So just relax and come over."
(To Be Continued))

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE OPERTUNITY

PART2

"I feel so stupid even now."

"Would you like to talk to me about it? Will it make you feel better?" My husband tensed beside me.

He hesitated again. "I am not sure. I don't want you to get upset with me as well."

"Come on Kevin, you know me. It takes a lot to rattle me."

"It's about you, Jenny."

"Me? What did I do?" I asked innocently.

"You didn't do anything Jenny. It's what I want to do to you." He left the sentence hanging.

I was surprised he opened up like that. He mistook my silence and said, "See I told you you'd be upset."

"Who said I am upset? In fact I am flattered to hear that. But I do agree that it was stupid to talk to my husband about it."

"We were drunk and horny. That was the best opportunity I was ever going to get. So I became reckless."

"How long have you had this desire, Kevin?"

"From the day I saw you in your wedding gown!"

I was suddenly speechless. John squirmed around. Kevin was waiting for my reaction.

"Wow! But you never gave it away. I had no idea. Except of course when you saw me in the bikini that you bought for me."

"Yes I remember that day. I didn't care John was watching me. I couldn't take my eyes off your tantalizing body. And I even caught you staring at my bulge."

"Oh no! I didn't think you noticed." I stammered.

"So now you know why John was so upset. I hope he truly forgives me."

"I am sure you'll find out tomorrow for sure. Now sleep well. Good night!

"Thank you Jenny. I was so miserable but your call has helped me immensely."

Kevin showed up bright and early. I knew he couldn't wait to break the ice. John met him at the door and they hugged their manly hug as usual. When he came over to me, he hesitated. I held out my arms and he stepped in and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest.

I worked on lunch while John and Kevin went out into the backyard playing with the children’s. They were smiling often and then they began to laugh out loud while plying with the children’s. I knew everything was back to normal.

They came back inside the house, I took the children’s from them and they headed to the bar. Kevin had brought a bottle of scotch and a bottle of wine. He poured a glass of sparkly white wine for me and they sat down to nurse their scotch.

I turned to John, "I am going to take a quick shower. Please keep an eye on the children’s." I headed to the bathroom. To wear that skimpy bikini I definitely had to shave my pussy. I quickly got rid of the fine mist of hair and felt the smooth flesh with my fingers. It sent a tingle through me. In a few hours I might be having sex with another man!


Before John there had been only one guy. We were in a short relationship that pretty much never left the couch. But in the 10 years with John, I had learned to make love. But with Jhon It was gentle, caring and emotionally satisfying sexual experience. After the birth of our daughters I was dying to sleep with other men from inside. When Jhon was away or out of town, Some times I thought, I would bring some decent guy from the local bar and spend the night with him just to enjoy an explosive fuck sessions without much emotions. But I did not have the guts to do it and I did not want to cheat on my husband. I never did imagine, even in my dreams, that my husband would allow his best friend to fuck me. I was sure it would be thrilling and fulfilling with a handsome guy like Kavin but I did not know how it would be afterwards!

When my sister took our daughters to his house I came out wearing my bikini, Kevin almost jumped out of his chair. John sat there with a bemused smile on his face. I felt Kevin's eyes on mine as if seeking confirmation. Sipping the glass of wine John handed me and with an exaggerated sway of my ass, I went through the back door to the pool.

They were right behind me, drowning their drinks in one quick gulp. I jumped in and they followed. After a couple of laps I got out and stretched on the pool chair.

"John can you please help?" I held the sun screen tube. John looked at Kevin and nodded toward me. Kevin was out of the water in flash and by my side. I turned over on my chest. Kevin's hands felt wonderful. He spread the cream and began to massage my back and shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John lazily swimming around.

When his hands reached my almost bare ass, his squeeze seemed to get harder. His fingers were everywhere. I could feel the cream in my anus and trickles of the slick paste in my pussy. He then moved lower and grabbed my thighs and spread them apart. His finger slid along the insides of my thighs and I began to get wet.

He brought his lips to my ears and whispered, "Jenny, I think we are going to fuck soon or later."

"Yes… I think today we have a real chance to do it." I whispered.

With his body shielding me from John's line of vision, he gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me over. The lust in his eyes turned me on so badly that I rubbed my hands against his bulge. His fingers slid under my top and squeezed my breasts. The cream made it difficult for him to clamp down but he crushed my nipples. My legs were wide open in anticipation of his roving fingers. He didn't disappoint me. His fingers slid under the bikini and fondled my clit ever so briefly. My eyes were literally begging him to fuck me.

John called out, "I am hungry. Maybe we come back later."

Kevin straightened and they both headed into the house.

"Help yourselves guys. I will join you in half an hour. I need my beauty tan." I called after them.

I closed my eyes. My body ached for Kevin's hands but I lay there, my pussy dripping wet.

When I finally joined them, I could tell that they were drinking not eating. I took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of yellow silk shorts and a sleeveless white top. We ate and talked. It was mostly around his trip and when he was likely to get back.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when John got a call from his mother who lived on the other side of town. After talking to her briefly he closed the phone and said, "Sorry guys, I forgot that I had promised mom that I'd fix her plumbing. I will bring the children’s from your sister’s house while returning.

It shouldn't take more than two hours and "I will be leaving soon, John. I have to be at my mom's around six."

"Okay but tomorrow you're spending the evening with us." John insisted and quickly left.

I was not sure if John had orchestrated that call or was it sheer coincidence and he took advantage of it.

But the moment he left, Kevin grabbed me and kissed me. It was a fierce and demanding kiss. I simply surrendered to his attack.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE OPERTUNITY
LAST PART

He tore my shorts and top off me quickly and threw me on the couch. He buried his face between my thighs and smelt my pussy for few seconds. His lips found my pink lobes between my eagerly spread out thighs quickly. I was squeezing my breasts as he assaulted my pussy with his tongue and fingers. I moaned and begged him to fuck me.

When he pulled off his shorts, I saw the cause of the bulge. He was huge in size, almost double in length from my husband’s. when he rubbed his swollen cock on my lips, I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. My tongue worked on his cock while he rammed the monster down my throat.

It didn't take very long before he pulled out of my mouth and thrust his cock inside my quivering pussy. I sighed and fell on my back, wrapping him with my thighs. “OH at last…. I am going to feel your tight pussy. I am waiting for this fuck for so long” he giggled. His strokes gradually built momentum and we were in sync, floating on cloud nine.

When he exploded inside me I was already convulsing with orgasm. He finally stopped thrusting and relaxed his weight over me. It was strange to feel another body so intimately wrapped around me. It had been a long time since I had been with another man.

As we lay there, Kevin's tongue traced circles over my nipples. I snuggled closer into his arms and said, "So you have been fantasizing about me when I used breast feed my little one?"
“Yes” he whispered.
He started sucking my nipples very hard, as if he was very thirsty.
“UMMMMMM……I like feeding you baby” I moaned.

After 5, 10 minutes of hard sucking he said " You have no idea how hard it's been. John's my best friend and I would never hurt him. I also had a feeling that you'd never cheat on him. But observing you these past few years I learnt something: that you were very adventurous and given the proper circumstances, you'd lower your wall of modesty and go all out to enjoy sex."

I was intrigued. "What do you mean by go all out?"

"That you'd let go and enjoy sex in every which way. Threesome comes to mind right way. I can tell that you are capable of driving two virile guys up the wall with your lust and need. Not sure if John will be up for it though."

I moaned, "So are you calling me a slut?"

"No. I just want to say you are made for sex and you deserve more. I am not sure how things are with you and John sexually but I believe that you had something to do with his change of heart for him to let us explore each other today."

"Well we did have an open conversation. All I said was that I am game to whatever he decides regarding your bold request to fuck me. The decision was his."

"How's he in bed?"

"He's a great lover but never asked me one thing that I need."

"Like what?"
”I never told Jhon about it and I am not going to tell you also”. "Its for you to find out" I giggled as I said that.
He smiled, "I love challenges."

He began sliding his hands all over me. It was a soft touch, soft on the skin but arousing on the flesh. His fingers played with my nipples and pussy. He rubbed his swollen cock on my lips. I was visibly turned on by all this. But he knew that wasn't it.

He then proceeded to do the same thing all over again-except this time he used his tongue instead of his fingers. He started with my lips and then slowly moved down. When he sucked my nipples, I cradled his head in my palms and held on to him tightly. He managed to wiggle out of my grip and moved on down. I knew it was a matter of minutes he'd know my secret craving. He knew how to eat pussy and had a tongue built for it. He tasted the nectar from deep inside me and came up for air when I squished him between my thighs.

His roving tongue began to lick past my pussy and I shamelessly spread my thighs wider. He suddenly turned me over and began to lick my ass, slowly moving towards my anus. I involuntarily raised my butt to accommodate him. His tongue soon found what it was seeking. I sighed and relaxed. With the tip of his tongue he gently prodded my anus open and began to slide in. I moaned loudly as Kevin realized he had hit jackpot.

Although the tongue felt good, his fingers felt better. He slid his forefinger in and began to finger fuck my anus slowly at first. As he increased the tempo of his thrusts, my moans were reaching a fever pitch.

"I know that you need a fuck in your anus but since you wouldn't tell me what it was, I had to find out the hard way. Now that I know, I am going to make you beg for it, Jennifer."

My eyes were pleading with him. I couldn't bring myself to openly ask him to fuck my anus. His finger kept plunging in an out.

The anticipation of his cock deep inside my anus sent shivers all over me. Yet I couldn't mouth the words he wanted to hear.

My phone rang and I reached over and grabbed it.

"Honey I am sorry it took so long. But I'll return in just another half an hour. I am going to your sister’s house to bring the children’s. Did Kevin leave?"

"No, he's still here. Want to talk to him?"I asked.

"No, just tell him to not to forget to come over tomorrow evening." He said bye and then hung up.

Kevin had stopped while John was on the phone. He said with a twinkle in his eye, "Oh my gosh it's four thirty. I need to go or my grandmother will skin me alive." And he pretended to get up from the bed.

I was really alarmed. I couldn't let him leave before feeling that glorious piece of flesh in my ass. I knew he was simply baiting me.

I closed my eyes and felt my face burn as I whispered, "Please fuck my ass, Kevin. I need to feel your cock inside me. Please don't waste time. Jhon is coming with the children’s. Please Kevin, do it, do it before my children comes" I was pleading shamelessly now.

With a look of triumph, he grabbed my face and rubbed his swollen cock on my lips. I knew he was looking for lubricant and I obliged by licking his cock. Satisfied, he turned me over, grabbed me by my butt and gently, ever so gently eased into my tight anus.

But his tempo picked up and soon I was screaming obscenities- words I never realized I knew. His pounding brought back memories of my first time with my ex boyfriend Roger. He was an ass guy and tore up my virgin ass on our very first date and to this day I have not had anyone match his lust for anal ramming. John made it clear right from day one that he would never enjoy that.

I lifted my soft butt to meet Kevin's onslaught. Kavin became naughty. Kevin giggled “Oh John pl don’t come right now, children’s please stay away from this room, pl let me fuck your mummy’s asshole for few more minutes. When he came he was deeply buried into my very being. The powerful orgasm that soon hit me made me scream even louder until slowly we both landed back on earth.

We headed to the shower and I bathed him. He said, "I am sorry for treating you like a slut."

"I loved it Kevin. I felt like a slut after being a mother and wife for so long." And then I knelt down in front of him and kissed his semi erect cock. He responded quickly and I sucked his long hard dick. I looked up and said, "Thank you Kevin."

He whispered, "No, thank you Jenny. That was amazing. If I didn't have to go, I would have kept going."

I stood up and kissed him on his mouth. His desire was obvious as his mouth sucked in my tongue.

Not long after he left, John drove in with the children’s.

After a shower and dinner, we hit the sack. "Well?" He asked.

"Well what?" I murmured.

"What happened you bitch?" He growled.

That was the first time he had ever called a bitch. It turned me on immensely.

"Your friend knows how to please a woman. No wonder girls jump when he calls them.

"So is he happy now he has fulfilled his dirty desires?"

"Actually I still have some unfulfilled desires." I teased.

"What? I thought three hours was more than enough."

"It was not lack of time. It was the lack of another cock!" I couldn't believe I said that.

John looked puzzled when I said, "I wish you had stayed, John."

"No way! I can't stand there watching my best friend fucking my wife or my lovely wife behaving like a slut in the hands of another man."

"You don't have to watch. You could be doing things with your lovely wife yourself. You know I have enough holes to please two cocks at the same time."

Finally it dawned on him. "You mean like a threesome?"

"Yes dear. You felt like you had to leave. I wish you had stayed and joined in."

An exquisite bolt of pure lust streaked through my body as my husband said, "I am game honey, if that's what you want!"
(The End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE SECOND CHILD

PART1

It was a fine morning in the princely state of Balanpur. Days started pretty early in this part of India. It was another pleasant morning in the royal palace of Balanpur. The royal palace reminded of olden British days but the servants and guards no longer dressed in uniforms. The servants were still from nearby villages but the guards largely comprised local security officer and goons. Antara Devi, an early riser, was up as usual and was at her breakfast table skimming through her newspaper. A sumptuous breakfast - completely vegetarian - prepared by her personal maid was in front of her. Antara Devi, usually preferred solitude on her breakfast table as she rummaged through the local news or her business documents while having her breakfast. She was a hard working lady who perfectly juggled her responsibilities of a mother and sole breadwinner of her family. She ran her father's vast business ranging from timber, tea plantation, and local construction meticulously and diligently. Her husband, Vivek, while well and hearty didn't have the courage nor the ability to take care of their business. He assisted her on routine tasks and ensured that their ten year old daughter got all the needed attention and care.

Antara Devi -- as many called her -- was not your usual fifty year old woman running her empire with an iron fist. Rather, she was a beautiful young lady who had recently turned thirty. Hailing from a princely  family, she was gifted with an extremely fair complexion and gorgeous features. She hid her assets under luxurious silk Saree and blouse - her regular attire, which was plain and simple. Her simplicity outlined her beautiful features and in some sense adorned her. It was futile to hide her beautiful eyes behind light weight glasses, as a glimpse of her eyes would convey how beautiful she was. Her luscious pink lips that she never bothered to highlight with a lipstick would attract every male who visited her. Although, a picture of delicacy, she carried herself in a stern and emotionless fashion. Her responsibilities and the people she dealt with on a regular basis demanded that vigilance from her. When she was with her daughter you could see her lips frequently curl into a lovely smile embellishing her beauty even further. There wasn't a single male working in the palace who was immune to her beauty. Yet, none of them ever dared to look in her eye longer than a moment. She epitomized beauty and femininity for them. Antara stood a little over 5' 5" and with her medium heeled sandals she appeared to be 5' 6", quite tall by Indian standards. Her slender waist and slim body accentuated her breasts, that had increased in size from her first pregnancy, and her height.

She had to take responsibility of the business at a very young age due to her father’s ill health. Although, she was married at the time, neither her father nor she believed in Vivek's capability. It’s because Vivek was at least 5 years younger than her. Antara’s father wanted to see her daughter married before his death due to cancer. So he arranged his daughter’s marriage with Vivek, his childhood friend’s son. Vivek lost his parents in a terrible motor accident when he was just 13. When Antara married Vivek he was just 14 and Anatra was 19. Antara looked after her business from her office that was located in the palace and traveled to meet customers and/or factory locations regularly. Due to the increasing workload, she was contemplating sending her daughter to nearby boarding college, although, an ulterior motive was to keep her away from the corrupt environment she lived in.

Her daily routine was predictable. She would be up in the morning at 6:00, and after her yoga and meditation routine, she would be at the breakfast table by 7:30. She would reach her office at 8:00 and spend time alone reviewing documents, contracts till 11:00. From 11:00 to noon she would spend time with her uncle and discuss some business issues or have a light hearted conversation with him. Her lunch would be over by 12:30 and after a little personal work she would be back in the office at 1:00. She would meet her business associates or clients to discuss about projects, tenders until 4:00. After 4:00 until about 6:00, she would entertain her local people to discuss and resolve local issues. She firmly believed in keeping the locals happy and never let go of any opportunity to please them. Evenings were reserved for her daughter and husband.



Antara, however, never contemplated on actually taking a lover or allowing liberties to special few men in order to further their business. She was content with her sex life, although she missed not having a second child. They had never used any kind of protection and in the past eleven years and yet Vivek couldn't impregnate her even once. Ayesha was fathered by another person, who entered her life quite accidentally and then vanished suddenly after planting his seed in her. The ecstasy she had experienced with him was never matched again. Vivek was a good lover and made every attempt to satisfy her but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't take her to the peaks she got used to very early in her sexual life. Vivek was an average man when it came to his penis, while Ayesha's real father was hung like a horse and knew how to make love to a woman. In fact, he transformed her into a woman at the tender age of nineteen, after her marriage to Vivek. True, it was him who took her virginity and it was him who had enjoyed her thoroughly during their brief honeymoon. Vivek would sometimes, inadvertently, remind Antara about this person and every time it would result in a shattering orgasm for her. Antara had no inhibitions inside the bedroom and engaged in oral sex with Vivek on a regular basis. Her episodes were rarely brief and always lasted at least half an hour. She enjoyed being taken from behind and the regular missionary style sex. Antara's softer side was mostly known to her family but everyone in the house believed she was a very strong willed woman. It was important for her to portray this image and hence while in public, she would give hardly any regard to Vivek, her husband.
Over the years at least half-a-dozen eligible men proposed Antara for mating with her and every time she said no to them. Though she fantasized silently about starting steamy affairs with them but she couldn't risk it with any of these folks as they were men in powerful positions and would not easily give up a privilege once received. Moreover, it could also threaten her business and the stronghold she held over her men. She wondered if one of them could keep a secret so that she could have an affair without worrying about the consequences. She never discussed this with Vivek, because he was very emotional and not mature enough to handle the situation, but it was always at the back of her mind. Quite surprisingly Vivek and Antara’s relationship was cheerful. Antara and Vivek were deeply in love and never regretted their decision to marry. They still had an active sex life but the sexual excitement and perhaps fulfillment had diminished over the years. While Antara never wondered about the men around her, she nevertheless was amused by their sexual interest in her. She was certainly the most beautiful woman in the whole of Balanpur and it was no wonder even the most powerful men - regardless of age - were attracted towards her. Gradually, Antara understood her inner demands that she needs more in bed, more than what Vivek could deliver, ever. Antara justified this as a privilege of the bread winner.


Returning to the current day, she was working in her office. While deeply engrossed in her work, she heard her husband yelling for her. In a few seconds she realized that he was running towards her office and soon barged into her office. Antara never liked to be disturbed and she certainly didn't appreciate anyone entering her office - even her husband - without seeking her permission. She muttered to herself, "This better be urgent!"

"He is here," he said, "He is here," repeating himself, lacking coherency, a mature woman like Antara would expect.

"Who is here?" she asked calmly. Still shocked with what he had seen, he just kept on repeating it, not paying attention to Antara's question.

"He..." mumbled Vivek trying to recollect his name but it simply eluded him. Antara couldn't understand -- if it was so important, why couldn't he recollect his name?

"He..." mumbled Vivek and realizing that the name wouldn't just pop up said, "He, whom we met during our honeymoon!"

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE SECOND CHILD
PART2

It dawned on Antara. Her face flushed red as she anticipated the arrival of the person, who ruined her entire life. In no time, a slightly aged man, about 5' 3" tall, with a stocky figure and slight pot belly entered. He was much darker in complexion than even Vivek and his greying beard contrasted his complexion. He wore a traditional Pathani and a typical beard that '.s have. Antara's lips parted and she lowered her eyes after they locked their eyes. The man ambled casually towards Antara without paying much attention to Vivek - admiring the stunning beauty of Antara Devi. His white teeth showed as he parted his dark lips to greet both of them with a smile. Vivek couldn't help it anymore and pounced on him and grabbed his collar, threatening him, "How dare you?"

"Vivek!" yelled Antara at once realizing that it could quickly get out of hand if she didn't intervene. Her obedient husband, who would always obey her, refused to obey.

"Vivek, let go of him," she yelled at him again. She moved to the front of her mahogany desk. The man was unconcerned about her agitated husband and instead focused on his beautiful wife. He noticed that she was a lot taller than him but then realized she was wearing sandals that had medium sized heels. Regardless of that, she must have been two-to-three inches taller than him. Compared to her younger self, she had put on a little weight but by no means she was overweight or had any folds on her stomach. Her bust size had grown significantly - now that she was a mother of a ten year old. Her pouted lips were pinkish as usual. An imported black framed, anti-glare glasses couldn't shield her dark black, oval eyes. He noticed that her unusually long hair was not loose anymore but tied into a knot behind her head. Her beauty could break Vishwamitra's resolve, he thought. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before Antara lowered her eyes and asked Vivek to leave her office. Vivek mumbled something but a stern look of hers reminded him that she meant it. She asked her assistant to not disturb her while she was talking to this gentleman.

Vivek angrily paced up and down outside in the aisle wondering what the two were up to. The visions of his so-called honeymoon had haunted him forever and this person's presence only refueled Vivek's anger; yet he couldn't recollect his name. After exchanging preliminaries, Antara Devi got into her mold and with a stern look on her face, she looked into his eyes. The silence was uncomfortable for both of them. Images of her past quickly flashed by as she stood there completely detached from her current situation. Not wasting much time, she broke the silence, "Why are you here?"

"I missed you," he replied calmly.

"It took 8 years to locate you and another 3 to make up my mind," he added.

"Didn't realize how quickly she has grown," he said with a nervous smile referring to Ayesha.

"She is of no consequence to you," was her stern response.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I missed both of you."

She saw no point in refuting his claim that it was his seed that germinated in her womb and transformed into this cute little ten year old girl. However, that never meant he was father for Ayesha. Antara's puzzled look urged him to elaborate.

"I am not getting any younger and long to spend rest of my life watching my daughter grow."

He was 49 to be precise - Antara never forgot anything about him. He was just short of twice her age when they met for the first time.

"No one needs to know," he assured her.

"All I ask is an opportunity to be close to both of you..." his words trailed.

"And," he added after a little thought, "a little quality time with you."

"Privately," he emphasized.

Antara stood their with her arms crossed and admired his audacity. He had the courage to face her after ruining her life and make such a despicable demand in her very own kingdom. She was leaning against her desk, very lightly. Her Saree Pallu covered her large bosom but exposed her slender waist. She wore her Saree a little lower and that perhaps was the only unconventional aspect of her dressing. The man admired her milky white waist that must have carried his daughter for nine months; her large bosom that nursed his daughter and her whole body that once he had for himself.

"You realize that you could be dead in a few moments and no one would ever know?" she said calmly, although her inner agitation was evident to the stranger.

"I do," he quickly responded.

"Yet, here I am," he said stepping forward. He was a few feet away from this heavenly beauty. She now rested herself on the desk, perhaps realizing that the conversation might be longer than expected. It brought her eyes on level with his and for a moment she wondered if she was dropping her guard.

"I couldn't resist your beauty?" he made a rhetorical statement.

"Even when it meant risking my life," he added.

"You are certainly on your way to hell," was her dry response.

"I might as well enjoy the prelude to death," he confidently exclaimed stepping closer to her. He was closer to her than any stranger had ever been. She noticed his face for the first time as he moved towards her. He had changed in the past eleven years; had certainly put on weight and looked much older. His chin had several folds of fat; his beard and eyebrows were graying. His seductive smile hadn't betrayed him, though. His lips were much darker and almost black now. His tanned skin indicated that he still enjoyed a very active life. As she looked at him, the thoughts of taking a lover came back. She knew he was well endowed and a skilled lover. It wouldn't be long before her belly would swell again if she accepted his proposal. She wondered, for a brief moment, if he still had it in him. After all, it had been several years ago and now he was much older. She didn't take much time to convince herself about his virility, especially when he himself walked into Lions den.

"Have you ever studied entomology?" he asked breaking her thoughts. Antara was a biology graduate but she didn't study much on that topic. Confused with his sudden question, she didn't know how to respond.

"You see," he started.

"Spiders have an amazing *sexual* ritual," he said emphasizing the word sexual.

"Male spiders offer food to attract the females."

"Females are much larger and can't distinguish between their mates and food," he giggled.

"Females accept the food and while they are devouring, males take their chances to mate with them."

"If the male doesn't finish in time, he could become her fodder."

"My situation is no different."

"The difference though," he added, "is that spiders are ugly but you are an incredibly beautiful woman in her prime and..." his voice mellowed looking for a response from Antara.

"Spiders are dumb and you are an intelligent woman," he whispered. He had stepped closer to Antara Devi in the process and was not more than four feet away from her.

"A spider can't comprehend what she is sacrificing over a morsel of food!"

"You can," he said in a low voice. Antara realized that he was back to his sweet talk and recalled how he had seduced her earlier. She was in a dilemma. Was it the eleven year itch that was helping her to fall in his trap?

"It is gratifying to execute the person who ruined your life!"

"An intelligent, mature woman, however," he said pausing briefly, "knows that real pleasure is never instant!"

"You are out of your mind," smirked Antara as she tried to get up from her desk. He suddenly stepped forward and stood intimately close to her - only her husband and daughter had been so close to her in the last eleven years. She could smell his breath as he angrily shot at her, "Indeed!"

"Couldn't dream of mounting a gorgeous lady, otherwise," he seethed putting his left hand on the table to the right of Antara as she tried to sneak away.

"Certainly can't dream of putting another one in this," he whispered as he grabbed her waist with his right hand, stopping her escaping from the other side. He held her tight as a dog would hold his bitch in place while it finds the sweet spot! She realized her folly of letting things slip too far. She was trapped on her desk with this virile old man practically hugging her. Antara leaned back to keep her lips away from his, which were perilously close to hers. His demeanor annoyed her and for a moment Antara Devi mustered courage and raised her right hand to swiftly slap him. He, however, was quick to anticipate her move and grabbed her hand before it hit him.


(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE SECOND CHILD

LAST PART

"Now, now," he said calmly, "all females have temper - regardless of species."

"Especially, women of your kind need to flaunt their authority."

"What they need to learn," he said lowering her hand by her side and leaning further into her, "is to drop their guard in privacy."

"Woman on top," he chuckled, "is not a very satisfying position," looking deeply into her eyes. Antara ashamed by his lewd talk, lowered her eyes. He had again struck a chord in her and she was on the verge of succumbing to his sexual advances. She was breathing heavily; her lips were parted. She was still leaning back but her resistance had waned.

"Yusuf," she whispered hesitantly, uttering his name for the first time, "you are hurting me."

"It is supposed to," he whispered looking deeply into her eyes.

"Would be easier this time," he suggested gently. Trapped in front of this virile man, her heart was thumping hard. Yet he showed no signs of sexual excitement. The sexual aura he exuded clouded her judgement; her brain faculties were shutting down and the subtle physical changes in her body were preparing her to be mounted by this stallion. Yusuf breathed in her feminine body odor as he leaned forward. Antara was an ordinary beautiful woman - who rarely had a need for cosmetics. She never used talcum powder and rarely trimmed her eyebrows or underarms. It was this combination of simplicity and beauty that never failed to attract attention of any men she crossed paths with. Yusuf was admiring her beauty and this time Antara sneaked a peek at him. Her eyes locked with his for a few moments.

"Oh," he sighed, "what beauty!"

Antara blushed. He was still holding her right hand with his left hand, while his right hand rested on her waist. Noticing that Antara wasn't resisting much he moved his right hand to her face. She instantly pulled out but noticing that he wasn't reaching for her face, she didn't resist further. He reached for her hair, which was tied in a knot behind her head, held securely with the aid of prominent hair pin. He pulled out her hair pin and out rolled her jet black, silky hair that reached her waist. Not many had the fortune of witnessing this ravishing beauty with her free flowing hair in the last several years. She fidgeted as he played with her silky hair; his hand roaming freely over her hair and neck.

"Yusuf," she said in her stern voice.

"You should leave," she added hesitantly.

"Do you wish to die?" she tried reasoning with him, frustrated with his nonchalant response.

"Lets see," he sighed. His not so fresh breath intoxicated her, reminding her of amorous foreplay's with him in the past.

"The male spiders get to mate before they die," he added leaning into her. Antara instinctively leaned back to compensate for his movement, supporting herself with her hands in the process. Now, her face was at a comfortable distance but her body was practically glued to his. Her legs were spread and his groin was making contact with her pelvis. Yusuf made no haste. He moved his hand back to her waist and playfully caressed it. It didn't have an ounce of fat and her skin was blemish free even after bearing a child.

"Would you seriously consider getting me killed?" he asked tauntingly.

"Do you doubt?" she shot back immediately.

"Well," he exhaled, "just that I have some unfinished business."

"It's not fair to have no one to plow this fertile land," he added casually, relishing the feeling of soft white skin of her stomach. Antara was stunned by his audacity and knew that it would escalate from here. Yet, she couldn't muster courage to put an end to his lewd talk.

"You are good for 2 or 3 more," he added smiling, looking into her eyes for a response. Antara, for once managed to get hold of the situation and yelled, "Enough!" She called out her assistant on the intercom quickly reaching for her phone. Her sudden reaction made Yusuf wonder if this was the end of it. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before Antara could have melted in his arms. He took a moment to reflect on this but didn't let go of her. If he backed out then Antara would know that she had upper hand and his fate might be similar to that of the male spider, albeit without any sexual satisfaction. Her assistant took a few moments to respond to her call. In the meanwhile, Antara put forward a little struggle to get free of him.

Her assistant responded, "Yes madam." Antara hesitated for a moment and looked into Yusuf's eyes. She saw that twinkle in his eyes as his lips curled into seductive smile. Antara's lips quivered while her mind grappled with what she should say to her assistant. Yusuf took advantage of the situation and moved his hand to her quivering lips. His thumb rolled over her lips, tracing it in its entirety, while Antara tried in vain to escape from his touch.

"Madam?" her assistant interjected.

"Hariram," she mumbled. She squirmed, tacitly signaling Yusuf to take his hand away so she could talk to her assistant.

"Yes madam," her assistant responded. Yusuf obliged but had other intentions;he let go of her left hand and moved both his hands to her back. His hands gently slide southwards and caressed her naked back. Antara admonished him non verbally but Yusuf was not to be deterred.

"Madam?" her assistant again interjected. As Antara turned her attention to her assistant on the intercom, Yusuf slipped his hands further down to her buttocks. He realized that her bum was a lot fleshier now. A lump formed in her throat when Yusuf without any notice pulled her into himself. It caused her legs to form a wider wedge in which Yusuf perfectly locked himself. Antara managed to quickly ask her assistant, "Whats the schedule for today?"

His groin was plastered to her pelvis. Even with the very thick silk Saree between them she could feel his hardened penis that was knocking at the entrance. While their groins were conjoined, their upper bodies were still separated and her breasts were grazing against his chest. Small beads of sweat formed above her upper lips but her lips were dry and parched . Antara was breathing heavily. Noticing her dry lips, Yusuf involuntarily wet his finger in his mouth and with the same finger toyed with her lips, in an attempt to moisten her lips. Noticing her disapproval, he wet couple of his fingers in his mouth and transferred substantial saliva from his mouth to her lips. She resisted; her face swayed first left than right but never once did she move her hands to stop him. Finally, giving in to his lewd behavior, she let him paint her lips with his saliva. He transferred a little more saliva as Antara's resistance waned. Towards the end of the act, her lips were lewdly parted as Yusuf's stubbed fingers massaged her lips.

"Madam," her assistant responded on the intercom.

"You have an afternoon meeting with Rasiklal and Co. to discuss a tender and then a meeting with Madhav Rao." Yusuf's hands moved to her her neck as they listened to her assistant. She didn't realize but in a moment he had unpinned her Pallu that usually is securely fastened to her blouse. The silky material of her Saree offered no friction and the next moment her Pallu slid down. Her C-cup breasts, still securely concealed under her silk blouse, were exposed to this lecher. Her chest had slightly lighter complexion and not a single blemish. Her conservative blouse hinted on the size of her ample breasts and only offered a glimpse of her cleavage. She quickly covered her breasts with her hands but it was not before Yusuf's eyes feasted on them. Yusuf's attention moved to her milky white tummy that once more would nurture his seed.

"Madam," her assistant added, "You had a preparation meeting now with Kamlakar Sir." While Antara's attention was riveted, Yusuf quickly untucked the pleats that are usually tucked in under the navel. Her Saree immediately came loose and her white petticoat underneath the Saree was visible. She was in an extremely vulnerable position in front of this stranger, while her assistant was expecting a response from her punctual and responsive boss.

"Let me think," she said stealing a moment. Her untangled Saree made her difficult to support herself on the desk so she moved her hands behind and supported herself on her hands. Her breasts jutted out indecently and Yusuf couldn't resist the urge to handle her breasts. His hands moved to her breasts and this time she didn't resist and squirmed as his hands massaged her breasts. He was gentle at first but then he gave them a very hard squeeze. She almost let out a yelp but controlled herself and said, "Ask Kamlakar Sir to wait."

Yusuf now manipulated her nipples; gently rolling them between his index finger and thumb. In her excited state, it wasn't hard for Yusuf to get hold of her nipples concealed under brassiere and blouse. Antara pleaded non verbally to stop but did everything to encourage as she leaned into him.

"Tell him," she said gulping her saliva, "We will discuss it over lunch." Yusuf's hands now moved to her navel and he gently tugged at the knot that securely held her petticoat, she said, "Wait."

"Yes Madam," Hariram responded. Yusuf stopped and waited for cue from Antara.

"Is Vivek there?" she asked. Her hands firmly held Yusuf's hand preventing him from undoing her knot. She took his hands away from her knot and actually encouraged him to play with her breasts instead. Yusuf moved in to kiss her but Antara still hadn't given in and leaned further back turning her face away. Yusuf didn't mind and kissed her cheek; his kisses became wet in no time.

"Yes Madam."

"Ask him to pick up documents from collector's office," she added turning her face towards the phone. It essentially meant Yusuf got to place couple of pecks on her lips. He continued kissing her other cheek while Antara tried to push him away with her hands. Yusuf got angry when her pressure increased and he pulled both her hands to the side in a swift motion.

"Tell him not to worry," she added as she contemplated about her helpless situation. Yusuf moved his other hand and grabbed her face viciously and turned it to face him.

"Madam," added her assistant on the phone.

"Vivek Sir wants to talk to you." He looked into her eyes. She returned his stare - only for a moment - and then lowered her eyelids in silent submission.

"Madam?" he reiterated.

"Later," she responded. Yusuf placed his lips on hers and she silently accepted his kiss. He devoured her mouth and practically sucked the air out of her. Antara still hadn't reciprocated, though.

"Antara are you okay?" was Vivek on the intercom. Yusuf didn't let go of her immediately to respond and took a few moments to finish his kiss. Antara's lips were wet with Yusuf's saliva and her face reminded of a woman caught in the act.

"I am fine," she responded.

"Do you want me to come in?" he asked. Yusuf pulled the string that held together her petticoat this time.

"No," she responded quickly to both Yusuf and Vivek. However, she was a little late in response as Yusuf had made his way into her panties. Despite her efforts, he had found the right spot and was massaging her clitoris.

"Please Antara," pleaded Vivek, "let me handle this." Yusuf slipped his middle finger into her well lubricated vagina. Antara let out an audible gasp but wasn't loud enough for Vivek to hear her.

Yusuf whispered in her ears, "You seem to be ready for it darling."

"Keep him busy while I finish my business with you," he added.

"No," she responded to both Vivek and Yusuf. However, Yusuf had already made up his mind and in a few moments lined up his thick penis against her sloppy vagina.

"Please Antara," he pleaded on the phone. Not wanting to lose an opportunity, Yusuf drove his penis deep inside her with his very first stroke. Antara screamed in pain as his thick penis slithered into her warm hole.

"Okay," Vivek responded on the phone, "I will meet you later." Antara was glad that he misinterpreted her sexual grunt. She latched onto Yusuf's lips and kissed him forcefully. Yusuf roughly bit her lips and practically chewed her lips. She mumbled her complaints but Yusuf didn't pay any heed and shafted her while brutally kissing her lips. In a few moments, he focused his attention on shafting her. Antara catching her break pleaded, "Yusuf don't leave a mark on me." It wouldn't augur well for her reputation if her employees were to see her swollen red lips.

"You whore," he said grabbing her hair roughly.

"Yes," she seethed.

"Leave your seed inside," she whispered seductively, "That's the best way to mark your bitch!"

Yusuf responded by driving his penis to the hilt. It strangely excited him that his risk paid off and he had such a beautiful woman for his mistress. She felt much tighter for a mother of a ten year old, he thought. Yusuf continued his onslaught very roughly fucking her. With each thrust, he drove all the way in and pulled it out completely. Antara hadn't experienced this pleasure ever since her honeymoon with him. In a couple of minutes, Antara had her orgasm and she shuddered violently pulling him into her with her fingers scrapping on his bottom. Yusuf didn't take much long and emptied, spraying his sperm deep inside her. His cock twitched inside her as it jerked spurt after spurt for perhaps ten seconds. She felt his penis lodged against her cervix, which surely must be in flared state sucking in his baby making sperm. Antara lovingly kissed him for one of the hottest sessions she had in recent years. Her only other sessions that were as memorable were when she fantasized being taken by one of her clients.

"You discharged a lot," she hesitantly chuckled.

"I would be dripping your stuff whole afternoon," she complained.

"It was meant for a purpose," he answered.

"Now that it is done, I should hurry back before you mistake me for food," he chuckled. Antara smiled in response.

"Keep your silence in public," she said, "and you shall be rewarded in private." Yusuf leaned forward and they swapped saliva for one more time. As Yusuf tried to pull himself out, she moved forward to keep in her. She gripped him tightly ensuring he was firmly lodged into her and said, "You have a knack of catching me at the right moment." Yusuf got his message and kissed her again. "Wait till your stuff is home," she said breaking her kiss. Although, Antara would have liked to retire for the day but that would raise a few eyebrows in the royal palace. They quickly parted. The entire episode lasted for not more than 20 minutes and the intercourse itself lasted less than five minutes. While she had experienced several sessions with him that lasted for more than couple of hours and spent a few days with him doing nothing but having sex, this session with him was no less.

Antara rearranged her clothes and Yusuf watched the young wife dbang her Saree while he tied knot on his Salwar. She confessed that Yusuf had perhaps lead her family way again. He couldn't believe his luck; now that he might be able to impregnate this young wife at will. Antara asked him to leave now that the deal was sealed. As Yusuf walked back proudly, she called him, "Yusuf"

He swaggered back with his hands on his hips.

"Hope you understand the rare privilege you enjoy," she said looking down. He basked in the glory of his latest conquest.

"Don't let it get to your head," she said.

"If this ever leaks out," she said looking sternly into his eyes.

"I wouldn't kill you.

And after a brief pause added, "but castrate you."

Yusuf smiled and turned back. He knew that although Antara was a slut, she wouldn't hesitate in having him butchered if this jeopardized her married life. He knew better than bitch about her and lose such a splendid opportunity.

(The End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong Confidence part 1

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This storey earlier posted in another site which is now closed.
I am posting here that again for pleasure of exbiians.
However this storey is little bit long but trust me at the end you will have your members really hard. So please be patient.
Lets start.

Hi I am Amlan (not my real name, for privacy reason), a married Bengali man of 34. Here I am posting for first time. I was married to Sumana (not real name) about five yrs back. And she was 23 at that time. I am an engineer by profession and presently after getting a recent promotion staying in a small town of the state of West Bengal along with my wife. Initially after graduating from a reputed institution of our state I worked about one and a half year in one small private firm in Kolkata. After that I am selected in a state government organisation and joined the job. My parental home is in near suburb of Kolkata and was staying in my home with my parents during my marriage and also four years after that. Now let me tell you little bit about my nature. I am basically very nasty minded man and always try to get physical contact with women of any type or any nature. In my hostel life during undergraduate course I had a matching partner named Rahul (not real name). He also has similar dirty mind and during our college days we always use to travel by overcrowded bus to take chance of touching female bodies. We also use to see blue films and take drinks together. It is worthwhile to mention that we lost our virginity also together to a married woman who was the mother of one of our junior during those days. However, later I also fucked two lower class women before my marriage. However, I kept this darker side completely hidden to my wife till this incident happened two months back. Sumana was very much conservative and was a virgin at the time of our marriage. After, my marriage I tried several times to make her little bit sex minded but she always kept herself in a circle of traditional ethical values. Sometimes I tried to see some erotic films together, but she always get very angry whenever I tried such things.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong Confidence Part 2

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However, though my mind is very nasty but physically I am comparatively less active during sex and till date I was able to produce orgasm of my wife only a few times as I ejaculate quite early. On the other hand though my wife is very much conservative in mind but during sex she gets really active and become very much insatiable. Last but never the least we don’t have any kid till date. It is worth while to mention that like many other men who posted in exbii expressed that they had a fantasy of seeing their wife getting fucked by other man but truly speaking, before the incident actually happened, I never gave a similar thought about my wife. Now let me come directly into the actual incident.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong Confidence Part 3

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One day about two months ago I went to market with my wife in evening. The market was just by the side of the bus stand of the small town in which we are now leaving in after my promotion. When we are passing by, a bus from Siliguri came and stopped. Some 8-10 men and two women get down from the bus. Suddenly I pointed out a very familiar and well known face among them. It was Rahul and I am seeing him after about six years. We have last met in his marriage ceremony, which was held about one year before my marriage, and at that time he was working in Delhi. Due to his busy schedule he could not attend my marriage and gradually our communication is fainted out with time and during last three years we don’t have any communication between us. However, let me come back again into the present time. He was in a blue jeans and yellow t-shirt with two big bags hanging from his two shoulders. Perhaps he did not notice me and went to a cigarette shop and was asking something which I could not heard from a distance. I just ask my wife to wait a while and moved at the back of Rahul. I patted very lightly on his shoulder and he turned back. He was very much surprised to see me here in a small town. However, we were very much happy. I took one of his bags and pulled him along with me. When we reached near Sumana, my wife, I introduced both of them to each other. Rahul first politely apologised to Sumana for not able to attend our marriage. Sumana smilingly said that was ok as he had a huge pressure of work. I then enquired about the purpose of Rahul’s visit to our small town. In response he told that he has some work in this town for his company and he has to stay here for 15 days. He then enquired about a good hotel if I know any. But before I said anything Sumana answered, “It is no way that we will allow you to stay in a hotel here. We are having a very large three roomed quarter for us here and you will stay there with us for the fortnight”. I became happy and worried at the same time by hearing my wife’s proposal. Happy, because after a long time I am seeing my one time best friend and will have a good time to spent with him on the other hand worried because Rahul knows every black patches of my previous life which I kept hidden from my wife and may come exposed to her during Rahul’s stay at our place. Though I know that Rahul is also having a dirty mind and also know about his expertise in seducing woman but I have more confidence on my wife and her personality so I don’t have any fear for my wife from Rahul’s side. And that confidence actually proved wrong at the end.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong Confidence Part 4

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However, let me come back again into the reality. We took Rahul along with us to our quarter. That was probably one Wednesday evening. We three chatted a little bit before dinner and then Rahul went to sleep just after taking dinner, as he was tired due to a long bus journey. On the next morning, we wake up at about 7:00 a.m. and time passed by very fast. Rahul went out for his work at about 9:00 am and half an hour later I went to my office. In the afternoon I came back at about 5 and Rahul came back one hour later. Generally, in home my wife wears sleeveless nighty and if somebody comes she just put on some housecoat over it. But on that day I noticed that she wore a pink sari and a matching blouse. I understood that it was due to presence of my friend she wore decent clothes. However, she was looking gorgeous in that dress. However, after arrival of Rahul we took some evening snacks we started chatting. As Rahul is a good talker, I noticed that Sumana became very much free to Rahul in very short time. Our talking went on in various directions. Suddenly once Rahul told me “you are very lucky Amlan, you have got a wife as per your dream you had during our college time”. I was hesitating but Sumana asked Rahul “is it? What was the dream of my hubby?” In answer to that Rahul said “Your husband always used to tell me that his wife should be just like you”. But my wife asked him “just like me means? Please tell me the specific details about my hubby’s choice for wife at those days.” I was getting nervous as I was thinking about those college days when we use so share our fantasy with each others. Rahul then smiled and “nothing special, but Amlan use to say that his wife should be good looking, educated, fair, and, and she should be, should be”. My wife asked “what she should be?” Rahul looked to wards me. I was very much nervous because if he tells the truth I will be in deep soup. I used to tell about big boobs which I can pump rigorously like a cook does with a lump of wet flower when he makes bread. But Rahul said “Ok, she should be little bit plumpy”. My wife did not know the meaning of that so she asked “what that actually means?” Rahul told “no Sumana, I can not tell the real meaning, otherwise you will think very much bad about us”. Sumana told “oh come on Rahul tell me, I will not mind any thing”. Rahul said “it is something about physical features, so please don’t ask me to tell”. But my wife goes on pressurizing him. So Rahul ultimate told “Ok I can tell but you should promise us that you will not get angry with us and remember it was during our very young age”. Sumana said “so what, we also used to discuss among my friends in college about our likings of men both from mental and physical point of view”, “and I think every man and woman discusses such things in their young age” my wife added. Rahul told, “no, no you are not understanding, it is not just harmless like tall, dark, handsome type but it is some thing related to sexual aspect”. My wife just paused a little bit by hearing the word ‘sex’ from Rahul, and I also saw a little reddishness on her face due to shyness. However, very quickly she came back and said “so what we also discuss among us such things, some of my friends use to like hairy men and some don’t like hairs on a male body, and that I think some what related to sex too”. I understood that both my wife and Rahul became quite familiar and free to each other. But steel I have some nervousness as Rahul knew most of the dark side of me during those days. Rahul smiled a little and said “by the way in which group you use to belong that time, supporter of man with hairy chests or in other group?” I was also with asking mind as she never talked with me in this manner. But Sumana smiled and told “I will not tell”. “Why?” Rahul inquired. Sumana said naughtily, “Because your friend will not be happy in that case”. Rahul laughed and said “that means you like hairy men and in that case you are unlucky I think as Amlan had very less hair on his body”. I was feeling little bit uncomfortable as I just knew that one of the desires of my wife can not be fulfilled by me. But Sumana relieved me by saying “I don’t mind that as I know every desire of any human being can not be fulfilled.” She then come nearer to me and put her both hand round my shoulder and said “Moreover, I am very much happy with my hubby and we love each other very much”. I also smiled little bit by her comment.

But soon my uneasiness restored as my wife asked my friends “don’t try to avoid my question, now just tell me what the meaning of the word plumpy is.” Rahul looked to me in anxiety and Sumana commanded “don’t look at him just tell me”. Rahul said “Ok plumpy means little bit fat woman whose flesh in different part of their body men generally like to maul with their hands to get pleasure.” I saw that mouth of my wife is wide open. She exclaimed “O my god, you were real naughty in those days”. Then again she asked to Rahul “and you think I am plump, that means you also will like to enjoy my fleshy body”. I got shocked by her words and also I saw that Rahul was expressing his uneasiness by his gestures.

Rahul however, controlled his emotion and coolly said “Oh Sumana, don’t get me wrong, we were discussing about your hubby’s desire of his wife during college days which I told”. Sumana also came back in present time and said “its O.K. however, I think its time to go for cooking of dinner” and she went to the kitchen. Then within one hour dinner was ready. But I observed that as Sumana was not habituated to do house hold works in sari, she got heavily sweated and was very much uncomfortable in that out fit. She generally stays in nighty for that which she can not wear as all of them are sleeveless and some of them are reviling too. Like me Rahul also noticed that and asked Sumana “Are you O.K., you are not appearing well”. In response she told with a foolish smile “No, I am fine”. But it was clear that she was lying. So Rahul said again “No you are not well, and I think if I am not wrong, you do not do cooking in sari, that’s why you are looking not well.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong Confidence Part 5

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I was very much surprised by the ability of Rahul, to judge the actual cause for which my wife is feeling uneasy at that time. She also having small bids of sweat on her forehead and there were large wet patches visible on her pink blouse right around armpits. My wife told nothing but just smiled foolishly looking at Rahul. Rahul suddenly protested loudly “No, no it is not fair, if due to my stay in your home disturbs normalcy of your life, then I will leave immediately”. Saying this he stood up from the chair and pretended to leave immediately. We both was upset and jointly pleaded to Rahul, “No, please don’t do so, we will be very much unhappy if you leave like this”. Rahul without changing his intension said loudly “I can stay here only if you take me as a home member and become complete free with me”. We both agreed and then Rahul sat again in the chair. He almost ordered to Sumana like a teacher, “Go, and change in the clothes you wear in home”. Sumana helplessly looked at me and I nodded. She went to change. I was thinking that how she can come in her normal home dress as all her nighties are sleeveless and too much reviling and also made up of very thin fabric. And I always buy such dresses for her. But till then she never wore such nighties in front of other man or woman except me.
However, when she came back I was relived from tension as I saw she put a yellow housecoat on her green nighty. The housecoat prevented delicate parts of her body like smooth upper arm, deep cleavage, and very sexy armpits from vision of a male observer. Rahul smiled and commented “that’s better”. We then started to take our dinner. But Rahul noticed that just few minutes later that the sweat bids were reappearing on forehead of Sumana and also her yellow housecoat got wet near armpit region again. He care fully observed her and suddenly told to me “Amlan, it’s too hot here and I can’t stay with my T-Shirts on”. By telling this he removed his T-Shirt. I saw that he is still having a very stout and muscular body and his chest is full of curly hair with its traces in his belly too. I saw that Sumana is also staring at his hairy chest. When her eyes met mine she kept her eyes down but her face became little bit reddish in shy. I noticed that Rahul also watched that. I also observed a dirty smile in eyes of my best friend (?) Rahul. However, he asked me “Amlan, are you not feeling hot? How you kept your T-shirt on man? Open it and feel relaxed”. I was hesitating and seeing that Rahul told again “Oh come on Amlan, don’t get shy to put off your T-Shirt, the other two persons present here had already seen you without any cloths a large number of times”. I was shocked little bit, because Sumana has no idea that we two (Rahul and Me) had saw each other naked many times in our hostel days. It is worthwhile to mention that in those days (i.e. in college days) both Rahul and me were used to masturbate together and some times we also used to play with each other’s dick not only with our hands but with our mouths too. Then Rahul suddenly realized that it may be shock to my wife so he raised his both hands above his head as a gesture of surrender and said “Sorry Sumana, I don’t know whether your hubby told you or not but in our hostel life almost all of us had seen others in birthday suits, so I don’t know why he is hesitating to put off his T-Shirts instead of getting that wet in sweat”. I also smiled foolishly and became nude above my west. Rahul looked at Sumana and watched that she is again looking at her bare hairy chest. He smiled and added, “by the way it seems that you also sweating heavily, and why don’t you also open your housecoat”. Rahul continued “I can see that you have a nighty underneath your housecoat”. By hearing this Sumana came back from her absent mind and said, “Its ok I will do” but kept on eating. Rahul looked few minutes to her and said, “Then why don’t you open it up?” Sumana asked “what I should open Rahul?” Rahul become surprised and said, “Oh come on Sumana, you just told that you will open your housecoat”. Sumana told “no way, when I told you this?” I realised that Sumana was very much engrossed in watching hairy chest of Rahul.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wrong confidence Part 6

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I thought that Rahul also realized the same and said “Look Sumana, here it is very hot and you see yourself, sweating heavily and your dresses are also getting wet”. He continued, “So why don’t you remove your housecoat, moreover, you have a nighty inside”. Sumana replied, “No, no it’s O.K.” Rahul argued, “no Sumana it is not so, and why you are hesitating I can’t understand. Look at us we both are only in our shorts and comfortable too”. Sumana told him “I can’t do that because the nighty is very short and it is also sleeveless”. Rahul was upset and he told that “So what, I think in other days you wear that casually in home. And if you are hesitating due to my presence then I am sorry to say that again that I will go tomorrow to a hotel”. He also added “that means you are not thinking me as a near and dear one and if you don’t think so you should remove your housecoat right now”. Sumana was still hesitating and said “no no it’s not that but…”. She looked to me with a foolish vision and I can’t tell you why but I nodded a yes to her. She haplessly opened her yellow housecoat. When we saw her it was very erotic site. Her nighty was almost completely wet due to sweating and as she wore black bra and blue panty, they were almost completely visible through wet and thin fabric of the nighty. Moreover as the nighty is having very large opening for arms and neck her deep cleavage is dangerously visible and also through the openings for arms, sides of her bra-covered boobs were also open for the show. Sumana was feeling very much uncomfortable and I noticed that her face become red in shyness. She was looking towards her feet. And that was good because when I looked to Rahul, I saw that he was looking towards my wife with a vision of a greedy vulture. He was almost fucking my wife with eyes. I also saw a huge tent in his shorts. But I was surprised to see that my manhood also became very much hard. It was not due to exotic view of my wife; I saw her infinite number of times in such dress and also in nude condition. Then I realized that actually I am getting hard on by seeing that my best friend is having a bad vision to her. And instead of getting angry I understood that my inner dirty man actually wants to see Sumana getting fucked by Rahul. Rahul also noticed my bulge and smiled cunningly. Then he told, “O my god Sumana, your nighty is almost drenched, you should change it”. Sumana, looked to him only to meet his ogling eyes and immediately she kept her eyes down and shyly said, “its O.K., it will dry very soon”. Rahul said “O.K. but you should wipe out atleast by a towel”. Then Rahul quickly stands up and took a towel from back of his chair and proceeded to my wife. Then what he did was totally unexpected both for my wife and me.

Rahul straight away started to wipe my wife's sweat on her bare hand and shoulder. My wife started to resist but Rahul was firm he said “don’t feel shy Sumana, take it easy”. I saw that during wiping his thumb was rubbing over my wife's skin. He then without giving any indication kept his hand with towel on cleavage of Sumana and also started wiping bids of sweat on side of her big boobs. Sumana and me were so shocked that we just could not speak anything. I saw that he is wiping with left hand while his right hand kept on rubbing my wife's bare hand. I also noticed that his left thumb was also touching my wife's smooth and soft skin beside her cleavage. After finishing wiping there he ordered “Sumana now lift your arms so that I can wipe sweat from your armpits. Sumana was resisting “no no Rahul, its O.K. I cant do that”. But Rahul was arguing with her. She said, “no I can't lift my arm”. Rahul asked “why Sumana?” she replied “no because I shaved it almost a week back and there are small hairs now”. Rahul said “so what, let me wipe it” and he hold her left hand and lift it up. Sumana was trying to resist but Rahul succeeded and he started wiping her left armpit and Sumana kept her eyes down in shyness. I was watching helplessly another man with just shorts on wiping armpit of my wife and there she is having small hairs. Rahul was having a large tent in his shorts. He coolly finished with the left one and started to wipe the right armpit of my cute wife. I saw that after finishing with towel he is just rubbing his hands on armpits of my wife. After enjoying for some time he talked again “I don’t know Sumana, why you were not willing to show your armpits to me because of these small hairs” he continued “you know armpits of a woman with small hairs are more attractive than completely shaved counterparts”. “And you also have a very fair and smooth skin which any man will die for”. “I think that our Amlan is very much lucky as he can lick such good and erotic armpits”. “And by the way Sumana, you must also very much enjoy yourself when your hubby licks your armpits”. We both were very much surprised, as I never licked my wife's armpit. I exclaimed, “what the hell are you talking about Rahul, I never licked those”. Now I saw that Rahul was very much surprised as he told “oh my god, what a fool you are, you left such good armpits of your wife without licking? It is really unbelievable”. He continued, “When my wife were with me, she loved armpit licking more than even fucking”

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