Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HOUSEWIFE WANTS A BABY

LAST PART
As Sushant was the company's nation wide site manager coming and going was his prerogative, he would be gone for days at a time or in the office, or meeting clients, so he was really a free agent.

He called Deepali that Monday morning around 9:00am, he started by asking her if she was feeling okay, and that Friday night, while totally unexpected, he was thrown and so very happy that they had made love and couldn't wait to see her again.

Deepali was a little bit shy now, she had thought long and hard about what she had done, and while it was a wonderful feeling to be made love to by such a dynamic man, and it had only happened because of her paternal needs, she was in some turmoil regarding her marriage vows.

'Deepali my lovely soft lady, we did what we did because you want something you believe Sunil is sadly unable to give you, believe me Deepali, I can and I will give you everything you want if you let me, and no baggage afterwards, the baby would be the product of a totally loving marriage.' Sushant said.

He knew he was getting to her again because she hesitated at his words, and looking across at her husband there in the office he put her in a position of not being able to say no, by telling her he would be with her in 45 minutes time.

Deepali just looked stupidly at the phone, 'Oh my god,' she said to herself, and her first thought was how she looked, 'I must look dreadful,' then without thinking she raced out of her bed and into the shower, quickly dried off and did her face, put on a mini dress and backless heels, piled her lovely hair up into a gorgeous tangled mess and hurried downstairs, never even thinking of what she was about to do again.

She stopped herself in the kitchen and wondered if she was going to do this again, Friday night had been a wonderful very spur of the moment thing; but this would be deliberate action, a deliberate betrayal of her husband and her wedding vows.

Sushant replaced the handset, sent a quick e mail to his boss that he would be out of the office for most of the day, and left for Deepali's home, he knew where it was because Sunil and her had held a BBQ there, he also knew there was a very obscure back way in so being seen would be nearly negligible.

In his car he rang Ankita and told her was on his way to see Deepali, and asked her to wish him luck, she did, but also said he didn't need it.
Sushant arrived at Deepali's home and made his way to the back of the house and knocked on the door, Deepali came from the front of the house were she had been waiting at the front door. Her surprise was evident, as was the cloud of worry on her pretty face.

She admitted Sushant, and began to tell him of her worries and feelings, he turned and locked the door then he stopped her dead in her tracks with a grab of her slender shoulders and a mouth watering kiss, he wrapped her in his arms and held her mouth with his, his tongue found it's way in and a moan escaped her throat and into his mouth.

He broke the kiss momentarily to adjust his lips properly to hers, she accepted it

completely, his manliness and powerful aura was overwhelming her feelings and the inbred urge to be a mother took her over, he knew instinctively what was going on, slipped his hand down to her lovely rounded arse and held her to him, his twitching cock found the crevice of her pussy and he felt her thighs press against his own legs.

He told she was ready for motherhood and he was ready to make her the mother she so desired to be, it was enough to win her over, her mind immediately locked onto being a mum, nothing else mattered now, her arms snaked around his neck as the new kiss they shared deepened into a crescendo of love and desire from them both, he wanted to get his prick into her so badly, and she wanted to conceive just as badly.

Deepali snapped her head back and said in a guttural voice she didn't recognize, 'Sushant please, lets go upstairs,' he followed her lead, she holding his hand, and him looking at her luscious body as it swayed and rolled in front of him like a ocean wave in a soft breeze.

On the upstairs landing Deepali hesitated before leading him into a bedroom, he knew straight away this wasn't her marital bedroom; he took her by the elbow and said, 'No Deepali, you are going to conceive in your own bed, and nowhere else okay?' He pulled her to her own room.

She went sheepishly, head bowed as she trailed after this masterful man, he turned to her before the bed and took the now submissive woman into his arms, kissed her then suddenly he ripped the dress off her back and threw it away, this was followed by her flimsy thong, she was shocked to the core, no one had ever treated her like this and she almost orgasmed because of it.

Her juices were starting to dribble down her legs, he pushed her roughly to her knees and told her to worship his baby machine, Deepali knew what he meant and obeyed immediately, she undid his zip and top button and began to pull down the trousers of his strong muscular legs, Sushant meanwhile pulled off his jacket and shirt, he stepped of his shoes and now he was naked before her.

Deepali's lips as he looked down were just about to engulf his startlingly erect prick, and Sushant said to himself, 'it's a fucking time since that felt this hard and stiff.'

Her mouth closed over his powerful prick and started sucking and licking him, also pressing her hands around his thighs and hips urging him on, he stepped slowly to the bed so he could sit then lay backwards, followed by her on her knees, he lying back now watching her beautiful head bob up and down as she brought him to near ejaculation.

She dropped her mouth from his rod to his balls and sucked them one by one into her hot mouth, before returning to the head of his raging cock, he put his hands into her hair and held her in place as he told her he was coming, Deepali shook her head 'no' and pointed her finger at her pussy, telling him she wanted his load there, he tapped the side of her head and said in no uncertain terms, that he was coming in her mouth, and no objections, he exploded and Deepali took it all as she was ordered, it was gorgeous she loved it and sucked and swallowed everything he had.

Sushant flopped back on the bed and observed Deepali climbing over him and smiling happily, she leaned down and kissed him as passionately as she had ever kissed a man in her life, she was his now there would never be a 'no' to him now ever again he was sure. Pulling themselves up into the centre of the bed they started to love each other, him telling her he was solely there for her to use as and when she saw fit, until she got the baby she was dying inside for.

Deepali rose above Sushant now and held him tight and begged him to make her pregnant. 'You can make love to me any time any where you want Sushant, I'll always be ready for you, I'll go anywhere to meet you, or you can come here to me.'

He smiled at her now glorying in the glow of his success; he fingered her pussy making her gasp and moan, wriggling herself into him, he jammed his mouth over a nipple which made her fall off him and onto her back in a totally submissive pose.

His hard on returned so easily it surprised even him, and rising over her he plunged his prick strongly and roughly into her quivering hot pussy, he was kissing and sucking on her neck and fucked her solidly for 10 minutes before he shot a potent load of seed into her waiting womb, her long legs high over his back held him in a vice like grip as her own orgasm smashed her into a catatonic like state.

Her arms around him, her nails digging wonderfully painfully into his back, her mouth held tightly onto his neck as she moaned and groaned in the dying throes of a fabulous orgasm, one she had rarely had in the last few months she realized later.

They made love twice more that day, Sushant blew load after load into her, Deepali told him he was the most powerful lover she had ever had, she was deferential to him, it was obvious that the control of this relationship was in his hands, and they both knew it. Rising from the bed in a lovers embrace still, they headed for the shower, where he had her on her knees again but he didn't cum this time, his tank was empty now, but he did hold her against the wall and fingered her fantastic arse, he wanted to find out if she had been fucked there, he knew right off that she hadn't because of her reaction to his finger invading her.

'Sushant, please stop I don't think I like this?' She told him. 'You will like anything I decide you will like Deepali okay?' He demanded. 'But Sushant please?' She whispered as the fingering continued. He clipped her clit with his other fingers and she moaned in submission, telling her, 'you will do as I say Deepali right?' 'Oh Sushant, what do you mean?' she gasped.

'It means Deepali that when I am here on Wednesday, I am going to fuck you and make love to you up your wonderful arse, it's a thing a man has to do to his woman, and that any woman should want to give her man everything he asks for, Yes!' He told her forcefully. This is the acid test he thought, if she hesitates she's gonna not want to be controlled, if she accedes it's over, she really will be mine.

'Oh Sushant, yes okay I will, but I have never done it before, it scares me, I will try do anything you say, I promise,' she told him.

He turned her to him, fingers leaving her jelly like pussy but keeping his finger firmly up her arse he kissed her as she had never been kissed, in her scrambled mind, his words continually stunned her, it was all to do with having a baby, and she knew that she was going to do anything and everything he told her to do to achieve that goal.

They dried each other off and he dressed leaving her in her bedroom looking wistfully at him, God he said to himself she is just about the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever seen, even more so that Ankita, he didn't like that thought, but he had to admit it, it was true.

He led her back to her cum soaked bed, and gave her a love bite under each tit, they were hidden when she stood up, 'just marking you as mine Deepali okay?' He murmured. She had protested that Sunil might see them, but just one stern look from Sushant quelled any rebellion immediately.

He returned to the office and rang his wife Ankita, whispering into the phone he told Ankita, 'I've got her hooked good and proper honey, I can see us having real fun here darling, she's so desperate nothing will be a problem.'

'That's great news Sushant, I'm looking forward to my fun already, by the way, don't come home early tomorrow will you?' she said. 'Why not,' Sushant asked. 'Because I've got One of my old college friend here for lunch and afters,' she giggled 'Ankita that's great news, make sure you have the camera set up for it okay? I will be late baby I promise, see you later tonight Ankita, I love you.'

Wednesday came and Deepali was so looking forward to Sushant arriving and dreading it at the same time, she knew what he was going to do, and her body thrilled and denounced her coming arse violation at the same time, how could she want something so bad, and fear it totally altogether?

Sushant arrived at 9:00,they immediately set about each other teasing, kissing and fondling, he pulverised her distended nipples making her groan in pain, and moan in pleasure, how could one single man do this to her? Her knees felt they would buckle, Deepali told him she couldn't wait for him to be in her again, 'I am beside myself with the need for you Sushant, please take me to bed again?'

They went upstairs and she took him straight into her bedroom, well he thought, that's one out of the way. She was wearing a short silky high cut dressing gown; she peeled it off slowly revealing a sight to him that nearly made him cum in his trousers.

There she was in all her wonderful beautiful long legged glory, one knee slightly bent, stood on high heels, silk stockings a very small thong, suspender belt and a lacy silky bra, her piled seductively on her gorgeous head.

'I bought all of this yesterday just for you Sushant, to prove I want you so much, and to make you happy, do I?' she asked through long lashes as her gaze beckoned him to her, he went!

The panties lasted about 2 seconds before they were on the floor in tatters, his zip was down pants were off along with his shorts, and he was in her fucking her so hard she squealed and moaned. His cock was driven deep and wide into her loving pussy. He shot his load so fast it surprised even him because he always had the ability to hold on while given a woman her needs. Her sensing he was coming came with him too in an explosion of ecstasy,

and feline satisfaction that her man had been in her and deposited the cream she wanted. They lay side by side recovering together; she loved him for what he was giving her, one thing had occurred to Deepali, it was that she was also taking a very active part in their lovemaking, it wasn't just Sushant attempting to impregnate her, she was fucking him and loving him back truly. And she was certain now that he would leave with child very soon.

A while later he asked her where her baby oil was, this brought a frown to her beautiful face, although a frown on that face was almost impossible to achieve.

She looked at him earnestly, silently asking him not to do what he intended, he gave her a look back that said, go and get it, bring it here to me now!

She reluctantly rose off the bed and went to the bathroom returning with it and handed it over. Deepali flopped face down on her bed, accepting her fate; she knew it wasn't up for discussion.

Sushant dropped a liberal dollop onto her lower back and allowed it to run down her arse crack, as it made it's way down he began a soft lubrication of her cheeks and her tiny bum hole, his finger slipped in easily, and she moaned, he was so clever in bringing her toward arousal for what he was going to do.

Deepali's arse tingled as he slipped his finger in and out; sliding a hand underneath her he toyed with her growling clit. He pulled her hand to his prick and made her wank him as he brought her to the boil on the stove of arousal that only he would be able to turn off.

His prick now strong and hard he oiled it, and rose over her prone body, 'Sushant?' Deepali bleated. 'Don't worry baby, it's gonna be alright, just let it happen, relax and let it go okay?' 'Yes Sushant,' she whispered to him.

He settled over her and probed at her opening, having felt it he pushed forward slowly and strongly, the head popped in bringing a head down moan from her mouth.

'Oh Sushant,' came a muffled moan as she buried her head into the covers, and gripped the sheets tightly in her tiny hands. Sushant continued his gentle insertion pushing harder to get his prick in Deepali moaned and groaned, followed by gasps as he entered her more and more.

His knees were inside hers forcing them outwards thereby giving him all the access wanted or unwanted from his beautiful lover, his hands now hooked under her shoulders giving him all the purchase he needed, he withdrew his weapon and pushed back in, Deepali Ooohed and Aaahed as he claimed her arse for the first time, this was when he began to increase speed and pressure until she was wailing under him.

Her wails gradually turned to Mmmming, and Oooooing as the sensation of pleasure began to work its way through her body until she was completely held in the throes of her anal seduction, and to know that she would want this again as an orgasm hit her. Sushant was thrashing her internally now, driving forcefully but smoothly in and out of her silken arse, he grunted and told her he was going to come. He did with one final thrust of his power hose and filled her bowels with his sperm; she was so full she felt bloated in her stomach as a huge orgasm crashed through her once more.

He pulled slowly out of her, kissed the side of her face and asked her how she felt now.

'Oh Sushant, it was so unreal, I have never experienced any thing like it in my life, it hurt at first but then it changed, my orgasms were like none I've ever had.' She whispered to him and turned her head to kiss him properly.

Sushant went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to find her on her back with her legs lifted and her knees spread wide, he accepted the offer and climbed over her beautiful slender languid body for their first 69er, he bent to the task with a real zeal normally reserved only for his wife, Deepali returned the compliment and attacked Toms prick from underneath with a ferocity and gusto she had never shown before, she came in his mouth several times before Sushant shot his load down her throat.

She realized that she was now making love with Sushant as a man and woman should make love, She was desperate for a baby yes, and at first all she wanted was him to come in her and fill her belly with his baby making seed, now it was different she wanted to make love with him any way he wanted.

Unknown to Deepali her primal urges had taken her over, having a baby was one thing but to copulate like this was the right way to do it, she would now ease off the pressure she was putting Sunil under and allow him to love her how he wanted to love her, she did still love Sunil as much as she ever did, and Sushant would never replace him in her heart.

The following Friday Deepali went to Sushant's house at his insistence, she was very hesitant but she went and they made love all day, he had Deepali every where and her orgasms seemed to run into one at one time, the thrill of being where she was had heightened her arousal once he got her engine tuned up.
She was still seeing Sushant 6 weeks later but her heart was falling from the idea of another man giving her a baby, she wanted it to be Sunil! But why didn't/couldn't he give her hearts desire?

Deepali was at her doctors 7 weeks later taking the test she was dreading and fearing, already her heart was breaking at the news she would be given again this afternoon, she had missed her period, she had always been like clockwork as far as timing went, but the doctor had already told her that as she got older this would change.

She got the call to go in, and she looked at the doctor who stared straight into her eyes, Deepali fell into the chair her head dropped and began to weep as she had done so many times in the past.

'Why are you crying Deepali?' the doctor said. 'Because I want a baby,' she sobbed so sadly. 'Well that's good news then, I was beginning to think you didn't,' smiled the doctor.

'What do you mean doctor?' 'You are carrying your first baby Deepali, you are pregnant.' He beamed at her.

Her mouth dropped open, 'Oh my God, please don't lie to me it would kill me if you did?' 'I am not lying Deepali you have caught on and I am so happy for you, now I have made an immediate hospital appointment for you tomorrow, so tests can be given to ascertain that all is well, but in my opinion already, you are perfectly healthy and so is the foetus.'

Again Deepali broke down and wept but this time it was tears of joy, she finished up and went home. The first person she called was Sushant and said to him, 'Sushant I'm sorry but I can't see you anymore, well not for some time anyway,' she told him.

Sushant was stunned, 'why Deepali what's wrong, have I done something to you?' He asked sadly. 'Yes you have Sushant; you have made me pregnant, I’m going to have a baby. Oh Sushant I feel so good, and I'm sorry but we had agreed it would be Sunil's hadn't we?' 'Oh Deepali that's absolutely wonderful news I'm so happy for you, you are right, we stop here, well,' he giggled, 'until the next time ?' 'Sushant?' Deepali whispered into the phone, 'thank you thank you thank you, I love you.'
'I love you too Deepali, and if there is anything I can do, please just call me okay?'
'I will Sushant, Bye x x x x.'

That night she told Sunil he went haywire, he whooped and hollered like a banshee, danced and bounced around like a Red Indian, he was off the scale with happiness. Deepali and Sunil had their much wanted baby 9 months later, Aakash Sunil Joshi.

3 months later disaster struck, Aakash went down with a viral infection and his only chance was a blood transfusion to save his life, a total transfusion was the only way.

The hospital hunted around for the right type of blood, Aakash's was a very rare one, the doctors told his parents that maybe they had the right kind and said they wanted to test them both to see if either of them had the special cells that only his parents may have.

Deepali knew this would give away the secret she had, that Sushant was Aakash's father and not Sunil, the only hope was it would be her blood that would save the day, it didn't!

It was Sunil's blood that did it, his blood was a perfect match for his young son, Deepali had given his birth, but now Sunil was to give him life.

When Deepali realized straight away that Sunil really was Aakash's dad and not Sushant, she feinted.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

GENDER STUDY

PART1
"Oh baby, you're not going to make me go to that stupid thing, are you?"

I looked up to see my wife, Janelle, giving me a pouty look.

"Why not, honey? I went to your stupid high college reunion. And that was in Buttfuck, Iowa."

"Yeah, but at least my friends don't hate you."

"My friends don't hate you."

"No, they just think I'm a dumb bimbo who somehow seduced you."

"I can't see how they could think you're dumb. You probably make more than all of them combined."

"Uh huh, I'm sure working on Wall Street really goes over well with your Beatnik crowd. But regardless of anything else, I'm still the dumb, Midwestern, state college girl not a big-city Ivy Leaguer like the rest of you."

"You're just being silly. I swear, they don't think of you like that."

But, of course, they did. It was my tenth year reunion from Brown. And my friends, all dyed-in-the-wool liberals, still had a lot of weird attitudes about people from 'flyover country.' And it didn't help that Janelle was typecast by her looks. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, and large-breasted she could have easily passed for a party girl. The fact that she had been salutatorian at her high college, earned a full scholarship to University of Rhode Island for grades and music, and worked like a dog her whole life did little to dispel first impressions.

The reaction when I started dating Janelle after meeting her in a Providence bar one summer was mild jealousy from my male friends, and loud disappointment from my female friends. I always figured that getting them together would make them close. They would see she wasn't just a pretty face, and she would see that my friends were not just East Coast snobs, but it never really worked out.

The truth is, my friends were not snobby per se, but rather a combination of immature, insecure, and emo. My best friend Tara was always whining about not having a boyfriend, but she was also always making fun of how Janelle's hair and makeup were always perfect. Celeste was always complaining about having a belly, but also made fun of Janelle's obsessive workout routine.

But damn it, it was my tenth anniversary reunion, and I hadn't seen the old gang in a while, and I wanted to share the evening with my wife.. and yeah, I liked showing her off as well.

I managed to talk Janelle into going, and actually we had a great day at Homecoming. It was fun seeing the campus again, and I even dropped by to see some old professors. We ran into a few friends, but everybody was mostly flitting about. That evening, we were going to get together for drinks and a dinner. Janelle and I were staying downtown, and made plans to meet up with Tara early at the hotel bar since she'd been working all day.

When I told Janelle the plans, she just sighed.

"What?"

"Tara hates me the most. You know that right?"

"You're imagining things."

She shook her head and laughed. "Really, Dave?"

"Look, she's an old friend."

"Did you ever sleep with her?"

"Tara? God no." I hesitated. "What.. are you jealous?"

She laughed. "I sorta wish you had. You know Tara had a crush on you, right? She probably still thinks you're the one who got away."

"That's crazy talk."

"No, it isn't. Girls can sense these things. And every time I've met Tara it's been the same thing. She hates me because she thinks I am the cheap slut that stole you from her."

"Honey, you are far from cheap," I said with a smirk.

She slapped me. "Just remember, you owe me for this."

We met at the bar, and Tara was the same Tara as always. Smart and generous, and slightly unkempt and overweight, and funny and whiny all at the same time. She gave Janelle a hug, but both the girls were more than a little stiff. But still we caught up, in a way that you can only do face to face no matter how many Facebook posts you read. Tara was in a dead-end, poorly paid, but emotionally satisfying job with a non-profit. She was still friends with a lot of the old crew. And she was still single.

After a couple of drinks, Tara was going on about how hard it is to meet men. Going on and on and on. I could remember these rants from back in college, and ten years on, they had only gotten longer and more bitter.

Finally, Janelle had enough. "Oh, Jesus, Tara. How is it that you could be a gender studies major and know so little about men? You want to meet a man? All you have to be is available."

Tara sneered. "Oh sure, if you get all tarted up like a beauty queen, you can. But I'd like to meet a guy who isn't just looking for a pretty face."

Janelle looked over at me and shrugged. "I'm going to get a breath of fresh air. Give me your sweater."

I watched her walk away and then turned back to Tara. "That wasn't very nice."

"I'm sorry. But she just doesn't know what its like. Guys are always falling for girls like her, not matter how bitchy they are."

"Janelle is not a bitch. She's the sweetest..."

Tara put her hand on my forearm. "I'm not saying she isn't," Tara lied. "I am just saying it is different for normal girls."

We changed the subject and reminisced about college for a while. Suddenly this woman sat down in Janelle's seat.

"Hey, that's my wife's..."

She looked me in the eyes and giggled.

"Janelle?"

"In the flesh."

She'd totally changed her appearance. Her hair, usually flowing past her shoulders in golden waves was pulled back into a sloppy bun, the kind women wear to go to Walmart or tend the garden. She'd taken out her contacts, and was wearing her decidedly non-designer glasses. She'd removed her makeup and added some dark circles under her eyes. And wearing my formless sweater made her look downright frumpy.

Tara shot her a dark look. "What is this shit?"

Janelle smiled sweetly. "Let's do a gender studies experiment. Pick a man in the bar. Any man."

"Well, sure, you can pick up a guy if you offer to fuck him the bathroom or some shit."

"Tara, I'm not trying to show you up. I just want to show you something. You pick a guy, and then you can sit next to me. And if I do anything untoward to get his attention, then you call me on it. But I'm going to show you how easy it is to meet men."

"Honey, let's not do this," I interjected.

"Oh come on Dave, it'll be fun. Just play along."

I sighed and nodded.

Tara scanned the bar. "That one," she said, point to a middle aged guy in a suit at the bar. He was a big guy, over six feet tall, and barrel chested. His hair was thinning, but he was clean shaven. Lighter and younger he would probably have been ruggedly handsome. I have no idea why Tara picked him. But she did.

Jenelle instructed us to get seats at the bar next to him, so we could listen in, and then after a few minutes, she followed and squeezed between us and him.

She looked up at a hockey game on TV. "What's the score?" She asked him.

He looked over at Janelle, and she apparently didn't make much of an impression. "I dunno," he said. "Wasn't really watching the game."

She continued to watch TV quietly, ostensibly waiting for the bartender to take her order.

The guy turned back toward her. "Are you a hockey fan?"

"Naw," she replied lightly. "I was just curious."

"Are you from around her?"

"No, up from New York for the weekend, visiting some friends."

"Yeah, I'm down Boston on business."

They talked like that for a while. Idle chit chat. They talked about New York vs. Boston. About work. About the best restaurants in town. His name was Tony and he seemed like a nice guy. Smart and sardonic. There was no overt flirting, not at first. Just two people, comfortable in their own skin chatting.

But then after a while, I guess she grew on him because he started getting more interested. He complimented her eyes -- her glasses did little to hide them. She asked him if he worked out. He bought her a couple of drinks. They moved in closer to each other. I started getting uneasy. After a while, he checked his watch and then sighed.

"What's the matter," she cooed.

"I… I have to meet some people for dinner. Business." He paused. She pouted. "But I really like you," he paused. She smiled. "And well, since we're both from out of town."

She looked at him expectantly. He took her hand.

"I'd like to show you a good time," he finally said, taking her hand and moving it to his crotch.

"Oh my," she giggled, "is that all you?"

He took out his room key and placed it on the bar. "I need to go. But I'll be back around 11:00, maybe 11:30. Come visit me. Room 1246."

"Sounds like fun," she replied in a sultry voice.

He leaned in and kissed her. A lingering embrace. She returned the kiss.

He walked away. Janelle turned toward us. Tara stared at my wife in shock, and I guess I did too.

She put her hand on my shoulder. "Sorry about the kiss, baby, it happened so fast, and I didn't see a graceful way out of it." She waved the key at Tara. "There you go. Nice guy. You picked him. He's smart and employed. And all I needed to do was ask about a game he wasn't even watching."

"Well sure, if all you want is a one night stand."

Janelle sighed. "There are worse things, you know, especially since I think he's packing. But it would have been easy to get his number and arrange a date instead. I figured you'd be smart enough to get the point."

I stepped in at that point. "Girls, girls, please can you two stop bickering? It is like being at home with my parents," I said trying to lighten things up.

Janelle shook her head. "I'm gonna drop off this thing off at the front desk," she said pointing to the key, "and go freshen up."

She came back a few minutes later, once again put together, and returned my sweater. Happily it was time to get going and meet the others, which put an end to Tara and Janelle's squabbling.

I had a good time that evening, though I was worried about Janelle. We ended up going to this cool Mexican-Japanese fusion place. The food was great, but my friends were being cold fish, especially after Tara circulated what must have been an embellished version of the events in the bar. Janelle ended up excusing herself several times to check out the decorations and the band that was playing out in the garden area. She was pretty quiet, and I could tell she was looking forward to the evening being over. I knew she wasn't having fun, and I kept meaning to leave when another old friend would suddenly appear. But I figured she'd forgive me.

We went back to the hotel. I'd had a little too much to drink. Given how the evening had gone, I figured I wasn't going to get any in any case. But she surprised me. When we got into our hotel room, Janelle casually slipped off her jeans and panties and walked around the room in just her clingy sweater while brushing her teeth.

"You look good enough to eat," I offered.

"You talk too much," she replied with a smirk.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. In addition to her other charms, Janelle has the tastiest pussy I've ever had. She's always fresh and clean, her juices just a touch tangy. I lapped away for a while as she ran her hands through my hair.

"I want you," she rasped.

I stumbled back onto the bed, and she roughly tugged at my pants. I was rock hard, and the moment my cock popped out, she was on top of me, impaling herself on my member. We fucked like that for a few minutes until she gasped in passion, collapsing onto my chest.

We slowly shed the rest of our clothes, my dick inside her the whole time, and then resumed our lovemaking in earnest. She was very wet and she fucked me hungrily, pumping her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. I was drunk enough that it took me a while time to cum, but Janelle didn't seem to mind even though it went on longer than usual. When I finished, it felt like a dam giving way, and dizzy from drink and exertion I collapsed onto the bed. We cuddled together for a while and drifted off to sleep.

I am not sure what woke me. Sex and booze usually knock me out, but good. But I guess being in a strange bed made me sleep lightly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. I felt next to me and realized Janelle wasn't there. For a moment, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but then the sound that had woken me popped into my head. It was definitely the door to the hallway. I got up, and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor.

Sure enough, she wasn't in the bathroom. And then like a shot, I had a weird vision. The bar. The man. The room key. Room 1246.

I went out into the hallway just in time to hear the elevator door chiming as it shut. I turned, spotted the stairs and sprinted up two flights to the twelfth floor. The door to room 1246 was slowly shutting on its mechanical arm, and I reached out at the last second to stop it from latching shut. I pressed my ear to the door.

"What, what, who is it?" Came a scratchy voice.

I saw the light go on.

"Who are you?" Continued the puzzled voice.

"I thought you were going to show me a good time. Sorry I'm late," Janelle answered.

I hear him sit up on his bed. "Damn, girl, you clean up nice."

I cracked the door open. She'd moved out of the entrance and into the bedroom. The room was lit, but dimly. He must have only had the reading light on over this bed. I slid inside and silently shut the door. I got down on my knees and crawled a few feet to get a view into the room. He was sitting on his bed, in his boxers, and she was standing before him in a short, thin, hotel robe which she holding together at the waist. Wordlessly, she released her grip, letting the robe come open, exposing her generous cleavage and closing trimmed blond muff.

"If I'd know you were hiding a body like that, I'd have ditched my dinner plans," he said with a smile.

She stepped closer. Tony reached out and slid a finger up her inner thigh, and when she didn't flinch, he pressed it up inside her. She gasped softly, her hips swaying sexily. He pulled out and rubbed his fingertips together.

"Somebody's been a naughty girl already."

She grinned saucily.

He pressed his finger into her mouth and she licked it clean. He pumped his finger back into her snatch several times, each time pulling out and feeding her a cocktail of her juices and my cum, which she swallowed eagerly. It was a sexy show, and Tony was enjoying it enough that he was stroking his rapidly thickening member through his boxers.

"Why did you think I'd appreciate sloppy seconds?" He asked.

She smirked. "I've never known a man to turn down a well-lubed hole."

He laughed and pressed a second finger into her pussy. "You're a hot little slut, aren't you?"

"Let me see what you're rubbing," she replied in a sultry tone.

As he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang out, standing at attention in his lap. It wasn't some porno-style stunt cock, but he was definitely well-endowed.

"Mmmm, that's a lovely prick," cooed my wife as she dropped to her knees between his thighs.

Janelle is a world class cock-sucker. I hate to think about how she became that way. But the truth is, she could give lessons, and now she proceeded to pull out all the stops for Tony.

She started by licking his rod all over, getting it nice and wet, as she massaged his balls with her hands. Then she switched, sucking his sack into her mouth as he squished her hands up and down his thick shaft. She licked her way back up the underside of his cock, and then circled his cockhead with her tongue.

"Fuck, that's good," he growled, running his hands through her silky hair.

But she was just getting started. She took him deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hands continued to caress his shaft and balls. He began pumping his hips, trying to force himself deeper into her throat, but he was too big to fit all the way.

She rose up and kissed his belly, and then leaned forward and pressed his cock between her teardrop breasts, fucking his cock with her tits.

She looked him in the eyes. "If I finish you off, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?"

"Baby, my dick'll get hard just being in the same room as you."

She pumping his cock between her tits a few more times, and then rubbed his cockhead against each of her nipples in turn, coating them with his pre-cum. Then she dropped down again and swallowed him deeply, fucking his dick with her mouth. He was moaning louder now, obviously getting close. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she started pumping his shaft roughly, wetly with both hands.

"Oh God," he growled loudly. His hand grabbed a firm handful of her hair and held her in place. Not that he needed to because Janelle was eagerly sucking down his seed all on her own. I could see her swallowing gob after gob as he twitched repeatedly in passion.

When he was finally done, she straightened up, her hands still gently fondling his shaft.

"How long were you saving that up?" She giggled.

He laughed. "A few days. Maybe more, I guess."

"That'll be enough protein to last me a week," she replied. Though she immediately belied that comment by swooping down and lapping up every stray drop of jism that appeared from his slit.

He softened noticeably, and Janelle took the opportunity to swallow him whole, taking him balls deep into her mouth. She worked his cock slowly. Long, deep, wet strokes that quickly brought him back online. In less than five minutes, his member was again rigid, jutting out proudly.

"I need it inside me," she hissed and climbed into his lap.

He grabbed her hips and roughly impaled her on his cock. She threw back her head and gasped loudly.

"God, you're big," she moaned as she ground into him.

They fucked hard. He was a powerful man, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. His hands were all over her. He squeezed and slapped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and tickling her asshole. He mauled her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth until the areolae were puffy, wet, and swollen. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.

And she loved it. She was squealing like a porn star, grinding her hips into him to meet his thrusts, her arms wrapped around his head, her eyes shut tight in concentration.

Without warning he grabbed her by the ass and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She obligingly pulled her knees to her chest, her feet pointed toward the ceiling, opening herself completely for him. He climbed on top and began to jackhammer his thick cock into her pretty little snatch.

Her high-pitched squeals were soon joined by his loud grunts. Then the mattress began squeaking as they bounced up and down. And finally, the headboard began banging against the wall. From next door came a muffled voice, and a the sound of a palm slapping the wall urging them to keep it down.

Janelle and Tony burst out laughing.

"Something different?" she asked through giggles.

"Let me take you from behind," he suggested.

He disentangled from between her legs, and she leaned forward and loudly slurped his slimy cock into her mouth several time before flipping back over onto her hands and knees. Her pretty little ass waved back and forth as he repositioned himself. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his beefy paws, he thrust hard and buried himself in her swollen pussy.

"Ooof," she gasped, throwing her head back.

Releasing her ass, he grabbed a thick handful of her hair and began hammering away, the sounds of their slapping flesh now filling the room. She was grunting and squealing, and her large breasts were swaying wildly beneath her.

He leaned forward and let a thick gob of spit drip down into her butt crack.

"Ewww," she exclaimed. "Why'd you..."

But before she could complete the question, he answered it, coating his thumb in saliva and plunging it into her ass.

She growled ferally and began to shudder in passion.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

GENDER STUDY

LAST PART
"Yeah baby, squeeze my thumb with your ass," he exclaimed.

Drained, her arms gave way and she fell forward onto the bed. He followed her down and continued to hammer her snatch roughly, pounding her into the mattress.

Suddenly he pulled out.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"I'm gonna finish in your ass," he announced.

"No, you're too big," she whined. "And I don't like it." She reached back and tried to push him away.

He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them to her back.

"Relax baby, I'm a pro at this." With his other hand he guided his cock to her butthole. He dripped another thick stream of spit on his cockhead and then slowly but firmly entered her.

"It hurts. Please stop. It hurts," she whimpered, her body squirming, and her arms straining to break free.

He stroked her face. "Shhh, baby, just relax. That's it baby, just relax. Just like that. Yeah, just like that," he moaned as he slowly began churning his cock deep in her rectum.

She let out a hissed gasp on each stroke, but she stopped struggling.

"See baby, you're a natural. I knew you'd like it."

He slowly fucked her ass for another minute or so and then pulled out.

"Spread those cheeks for me. Show me you like it," he ordered.

To my surprise, she submissively obeyed. She reached back, and with one hand on each cheek, she opened herself to him. He dribbled another gob of spit into her ass and reentered her. She mewled softly as he fucked her ass.

Janelle and I had tried anal exactly once, but we stopped after a few moments when she complained. I must have lacked his skill or determination because he was now sawing his dick into her ass, harder and harder, and she was not only taking it, she was spreading herself for him.

As he fucked her harder, her mewls turned to gasps and then to squeals. Soon she was squealing so loud that the people next door again started hammering on the wall. But Tony was too far gone to stop. Instead, he grabbed his boxers from the bed and shoved them in her mouth.

With her sounds muffled he fucked her ass even harder. It was a devastating sight, and yet wildly erotic. My beautiful wife was face down on the bed, her mouth gagged with a pair of underwear, her hands spreading her ass cheeks as a powerfully-build, well-endowed stud sodomized her roughly.

Suddenly, he growled like a bear, his whole body clenched as he came hard.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," he wheezed.

Both of them were gasping loudly, but in the back of my mind I realized it was about to get real quiet real quick. I scuffled backward toward the door and ducked out in the hallway. On autopilot, I stumbled back downstairs to our room.

It was dark, and I sat on the edge of the bed. And then I waited. Five minutes. Then ten. Finally almost fifteen. It occurred to me that she was probably fucking him again. And then suddenly, I heard the door lock disengage. She walked in.

"Where have you been," I ask, flipping on the light.

She squawked. "Oh shit, you scared me."

I just glared at her.

She lamely held up a soda. "I went to get a drink," she offered.

"Don't lie to me," I replied. "I was there. I saw you."

A frightened look crossed her face. But then she composed herself. "I don't know what you think you heard, but I can explain... wait... 'saw'?"

"I followed you, and caught the door before it close. I saw everything."

"You did?"

I nodded.

A small smirk crossed her face. "Well, did you enjoy it?"

"No," I replied coldly.

"Maybe a little?" she asked hopefully.

"Not even a little," I replied.

She smiled despite herself.

"What's so fucking funny?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry baby... but you have to admit, it is a little funny that you snuck into the room and, you know, watched."

"Don't make this about me," I pushed back.

She paused. Then slipped her robe off her shoulders. She was now naked before me. I gasped. Not at her nakedness, but at what he'd done to her. How could she have thought to pass it off? She was covered with marks. Hand prints on her ass. Bite marks on her tits and neck. Her pussy was visibly swollen.

"Do you want a divorce?" She asked.

"Maybe. I dunno," I replied without conviction.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

I hesitated.

She turned and faced the wall. She leaned forward and thrust her butt at me.

"He stretched me out pretty good," she noted.

"And you don't think any man can turn down a 'well-lubed hole'?" I replied.

She smirked. "Something like that."

But she was right. I couldn't resist. My prick was hard, and her ass looked so inviting. I stepped forward. She took my cock and rubbed some saliva on the tip. She aimed it at her hole. I plunged in. Hard. She gasped.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. I leaned in close, breathing hotly into her ear.

"I hate you. You filthy, fucking whore."

But goddamn, she was so fucking hot. She was tight, and as I slid my cock in and out of her ass, I relished the feel of her anus gripping my shaft.

"Fuck my slutty ass," she hissed.

And I did. I grabbed her tits like handles and banged her hard, slamming her up against the wall. I lasted all of two minutes before blowing what felt like a huge load in her butt.

We both collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily.

"How could you do that?" I asked.

"I dunno," she replied.

"Has it happened before?"

"No. Never. I... Dave... I don't know what to say. Jesus. It was like an out of body experience. I can't explain it. I just... I just felt like, I dunno, like if you're friends were going to think I was a cheap slut, then maybe I should be a cheap slut."

"That doesn't make any fucking sense."

She laughed. "You're right. It doesn't."

We sat there in silence.

"So what are we going to do now?" She asked finally.

"I dunno."

"Maybe you should call Tara and ask her. She's the gender studies expert."

"Fuck you."

We were silent again.

I suddenly had a vision of myself in that room, watching then. Then I chuckled. She was right. The whole thing was absurd.

"This can't happen again," I said finally.

She reached out and shook my hand. "Deal."

We both laughed.

"Well, the fucking other guys part," I clarified. "Not the butt part."

She rolled her eyes.

"Let's get some sleep. It's been a weird day."

(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

CHICKEN GAME

We are Indian couple from Mumbai .My wifes name is Sreemayee, this story is about how she was fucked by a 19 yrs old Rahul who is our naibhour .

There are thousands of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man, but very few will experience it quite like this.

Anyone ever had a younger man just take a liking to your wife? Surely some have, but I mean quite literally a guy who developed a serious crush on her. One who would have bathed a cougar if she asked? Well, my wife had such a fellow in her very recent life. He adored her. This infatuation was well within reason too.

I had become accustomed over the years to men of all ages being overly nice to my wife, and not just because of her sweet disposition either. Basically, any man producing testosterone finds himself staring at her. She's what most would consider the true definition of a MILF. Let's face it, how often these days do you see a knockout 39-year old woman, who is 5' 2", 65kilo, married 38inc boobs, with absolutely perfect legs, perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile?

Now when I say a younger fellow, I mean that my wife was 39 and this young man was 19 at the time. She's not the type to take advantage of kindness and actually he's not the type who even knows he's going overboard for her, but it's so very obvious when he's always trying to please her in everything he does.

First of all he loves hanging out at our home because we never treated him any less because of his age. He just felt comfortable around us.
His father died in cancer when he was just ten. When he was 15 my whis mother left him and married one of her office colleague. Shortly After their marriage they went to USA. He came here to stay with his mothers unmarried brother who stays in the opposite apartment of ours. From first sight, he was utterly in love with my wife, Sreemayee. Rahul was a very intelligent fellow with a full-ride academic scholarship, but was a complete moron when it came to his love life. The funny thing is, if he had treated women as he treated my wife, they would have fallen at his feet. He was actually a rather handsome guy with an athletic build, but he was very very shy.

Over the few years he lived next door, he became very comfortable around us, and we with him; it was not uncommon for him to be lying on the couch in our sofa watching TV when my wife or I got home from work.

Late one evening, around 1:00 AM, my wife and I finished watching a series of X-rated DVDs we had rented. We were both drunk and barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly we heard a knock on the main door. My wife instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bed sheet with her to cover her breasts.
I rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed my tennis racket from the night stand on my side of the bed. As I crept towards the main door and opened, I saw a silhouette of whom I was pretty sure was Rahul. I barely opened the door and sure enough he gave a silly wave and smiled.
Sreemayee and I knew he had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 1 AM he would be knocking on our door. As I slid the door open, he immediately began to apologize saying, "I'm so sorry to bug you, Prokash uncle, but I saw your lights on and, well, I'm alone next door." I immediately told him to come in, and he glanced to his right seeing Sreemayee getting up off the floor with the bed sheet tightly clutched to her chest. He again began to apologize.
Being very comfortable with us he explained, "’mama’ went to attend a marriage ceremony. He just told me over phone that he can’t return tonight”.
Shreemayee asked him “how was your date”?.
“ As far as my date aunty, it went just like all the other disaster dates I've had recently...."
Sreemayee jokingly said " ohh poor boy… Scoot over here; at least I can give you a hug." Keeping the blanket pulled close to her chest with one arm, she leaned over with her left arm and hugged him saying, "You have your whole life ahead of you stud-man, just stop trying so hard."
He chuckled replying, "Easy for you to say, you and Prokash uncle can bang each other ten times a day if you like."
She laughed and said, "Married people don't have sex ten times a month silly," as she jokingly rolled her eyes at me.
I could tell he had been drinking heavily for two reasons; one, I could smell it from across the room and two; he was in rare form, saying whatever was on his mind. We had known him for quite some time by this point though, so almost no topic was off limits and basically there was no subject we hadn't spoken to him about before.

Right out of the blue and in pure drunk fashion, he said "I think I need to hire a prostitute so that at least I can get a hand job."
Shreemayee said “what? You want to hire someone for sex”
He said “No… having a hand job is not sex ”
I laughed and said, " let me get you a drink, I think you can use one." Actually I figured it might tire him out and he would want to go crash on the couch in the dining room. Sreemayee just continued to laugh her hind end off at some of the things he was saying.

I walked to the kitchen and was gone approximately five minutes grabbing three glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal, and as I walked into the bedroom, I heard my wife explaining, "What in the name of good sense makes you think a hand job isn't sex;
He replied, "But I would be the only one getting off, and, well... Awe hell I don't know."
I set the bottle and glasses down on the dresser and jokingly said, "Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, you sneak, is that what I'm hearing?"

He laughed and replied, "Oh I'm sorry, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while aunty gave me a hand job... Thanks, aunty, you made my night."
She laughed and said, "Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for ya."
I returned the joking sarcasm saying, "So basically if I had still been in there making frozen daiquiris, you might have gotten laid."
He laughed and replied, "You're the luckiest man I know, I would give both my feet to have that experience."
My wife smirked and said, "Okay boys, let's calm down. Poor Rahul over here is already about to climax in his pants, let's not be cruel." We all continued to small talk and harass one another as we drank.
At around 3:15 AM, he got back on the subject of, "Why can't a woman just give a guy a hand job on a first date?" I know this will sound insane to some people, but after having several drinks and shots, hearing it over and over and watching my beautiful wife lean into him innocently, I slowly began to fantasize about my wife giving him this coveted hand job he kept going on about. In fact, the more he spoke of it, the more I thought about it.

My wife kept giving him the same generic advice, when right out of the blue, and I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life, I said without a great deal of thought, "Enough about the hand job. Honey will you please give him the hand job so we can stop talking about it?"
There was a very odd five seconds of silence before my wife finally replied with her chin hanging down to the floor, "Um, what was that, Mr. Prokash?"
I just kind of grinned and said, "What the hell just give the poor guy a hand job before he jumps off a bridge. Then we won't have to hear any more about it." She kept her mouth open the entire time I was speaking in an utterly shocked manner, almost as if waiting for the punch line as Rahul sat there looking like a deer in the headlights.

Finally Rahul said, "Oh shit, are you serious... Oh shit, oh my God, you need to stop teasing. You're kidding right?" My wife just kept staring at me almost the way someone does when they just heard a long joke and didn't quite get the punch line.

I immediately walked to the dresser and poured another shot for each of us, when Sreemayee finally said something. Still in shock and with a slight yet confused grin, she said sarcastically, "Oh my God, my husband has a few drinks and wants to watch me give a guy a hand job. I suppose if you pound a few more, maybe Rahul can fuck me, how'd that be, husband?"

I calmly replied, "Oh calm down, don't you feel sorry for him just a little bit?"

She paused for a second and replied, "I feel sorry for starving children in Africa, but I haven't sold my home and shipped them the money yet." Meanwhile Rahul is sitting there hanging on every word continuing to wonder if he was actually hearing what he was hearing.

I handed her the glass, and she continued to glare at me with a combination of pissed off, confused, and oh shit, all rolled into one. Rahul, still sitting on the end of the bed at Sreemayee's feet, said, "I swear I wouldn't tell a soul, Oh my God, this would be so...."

Just before he could finish, Sreemayee said, "Rahul , just shut the hell up... just, shut, up."

There was this uncomfortable fifteen seconds of silence that felt like thirty minutes. I just kept a mischievous smile on my face as she continued to stare at me. I could tell she still wasn't quite sure if it was a joke or what. Within an instant her expression changed from confused to, "Ok, I'll play along, but I still don't think you're serious." I think to her it became like a game of chicken, to see who would swerve first.

She turned and looked right at Rahul pointing her finger in his face and said, "If I even get a smirk from a neighbor, a friend, or one of your buddies, you will never be welcome in this house again and I will tell everyone you are the biggest liar I have ever met." He kept completely still and wide eyed as she spoke, and after she was done laying down the law, he agreed profusely, and I must say he looked mortified.

My then wife looked at me and said, "Hand me a T-Shirt." I reached into one of her dresser drawers and quickly handed her a T-Shirt. As I handed it to her she just let the bedspread fall from her perfect breasts as if it was just me and her sister in the room, and slipped it over her head.

After she put the T-shirt on, she sat there and just stared at Rahul with her eyebrows raised, saying nothing. Rahul looked around glancing back and forth from me to her, in total confusion and terror. She finally asked, "Do you want to do this with your pants on?"

He nervously jumped up, and began muttering "Oh right, sorry, I just, well, yes, right..." mumbling away in pure babble. As he fumbled with his pants, my wife threw off the bedspread from her legs and scooted down to the end of the bed.

This was without a doubt the most erotic moment in my entire life, watching a 19 year old man taking off his pants between my wife's legs as she sat there with her hands on her knees waiting. As he stepped out of his pants, he immediately grabbed at both sides of his underwear and slid them down. His cock was so rigid he had to push the front of his briefs out past his cock to get them off, and as the band of his briefs hung up on the head of his cock, his erection slapped back against his stomach.

Sreemayee kind of chuckled and said, "Excited are we?"

He replied, "You really, really, have no idea."

My wife then put her hands over her face and slowly pulled them down and said, "I need just one more drink, and then we'll do this."

Rahul immediately agreed saying, "Oh hell yes, me too." I think my wife was buying time to see if I would finally flinch, or tell her this was all a joke, but I didn't. I poured the drinks, giving Rahul about half a shot and giving my wife a double. I handed it to her, and she immediately held her nose and gulped it down, freezing for about twenty seconds as if the slightest thing would have made her throw it up. Rahul too threw his back making a similar liquor face.

As they were throwing back their shots, I couldn't help but notice that Rahul's cock was maybe only a half-inch longer than mine and about as thick, but the head of his cock was unusually large. I mean it was very disproportionate from the rest of his cock. It looked like a good sized plum you might find in the produce section of the grocery store sitting on the end of his cock. His cock was standing straight up too, with a wet shiny smear around the tip and a clear drip of per-seminal fluid at the opening.

As he finally got his act together and, having thrown back the shot, he walked in front of my wife not knowing what the hell he was doing, and she just glanced at me for a brief second, took a deep breath, and rather reluctantly and slowly reached up and put her hand on his cock. When she grabbed it, the head of his cock oozed out a large drop of clear slick fluid and she immediately said, "Oh my God, look how much stuff is coming out of you."

He replied and nervously chuckled, "I told you, I desperately need this." As she began stroking slowly back and forth, she was spreading the slick pre-cum all over the length of his cock. Although she hadn't commented on it, I know she was amazed at the size of the head of his cock. Not more than thirty seconds into it, he asked in a very out of breath way, "Is it ok if I lie beside you while we do this?"

She said, "I guess," and scooted up onto the bed on her left side as he slowly moved and laid on his right side.

As he lay down beside her, he rolled slightly to his right side and my wife rolled to her left. Once again she reached and began stroking his cock with her right hand almost in a pulling motion. After only a few seconds he acted like he was positioning more to his right side, and as he did, he put his left hand on my wife's right hip and onto her panties. Neither of them knew but I had made my way down to a chair by the foot of the bed and had begun very slowly and inconspicuously stroking my cock underneath my pajama bottoms. Keep in mind this was all taking place within a span of only few minutes. As I kept stroking my cock I began to notice he kept leaning in as if he was trying to kiss her, when suddenly my wife looked up from staring at his cock and they began to kiss.

Only seconds into kissing, he slid his left hand down between my wife's legs, and by the time she grabbed his wrist as if to say, "No," he was already feeling her pussy through the crotch of her panties. I had no idea what to expect because, although she still held his wrist, he continued to rub the crotch of her panties. Meanwhile she had stopped stroking his cock. They continued to kiss as he went from gently rubbing the crotch of her panties to trying to get his fingers under the side of her panties. He fumbled for a few seconds and finally managed to get his fingers under. He instantly pushed his middle finger inside her pussy as far as he could get it.

I kept stroking my cock as I watched in a combination of shock and complete erotic ecstasy. As I stroked I had to stop every few seconds or I would have exploded in my pajamas. Every few seconds I could hear my wife exhale with a sharp but low, "AAHHHH," when he would thrust his middle finger in deeply. The entire sight was driving me out of my mind with eroticism. I watched for maybe another minute, and then had a moment of temporary insanity. I rose out of the chair, walked over to the foot of the bed, grabbed the waistband of my wife's panties, and began to pull them off of her. The entire time I was inching them off, they continued to kiss. Rahul pulled his finger out of her and was helping scoot them off the opposite side under her ass. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.

As I got them halfway down her thighs I began to question why she wasn't saying or doing anything to stop me, but was so worked up I realized I was getting even more turned on because she wasn't. After I slid them down her beautiful legs and off her sexy feet, I made my way back to the chair at the foot of the bed. My excitement level was beyond any experience in my entire life. My hands were actually shaking. Before I had even sat down and put my hand down my pants, he once again was fingering her. I just knew Rahul's nuts must be aching at this point with anticipation of the unknown.

He kept fingering her when suddenly he removed his finger from her pussy, and reached midway down her right thigh and pulled her leg over him as he scooted as close to her as he could. My wife still wasn't going along with the entire thing as much as he would have liked. I was sure he was trying to see if she might roll on top of him, but instead she had her right leg over him and he was rolled on his left side. They continued to kiss and with every second, he kept trying to scoot down further as if to angle himself to enter her, but again, she wasn't exactly making his life easy. In fact, I was thinking she was just teasing the hell out of him and perhaps still playing chicken with me.

Finally after about a minute, he had angled himself in such a way that he reached down and moved his cock to her crotch. The way they were lying, there was no way he could easily enter her. At one point he began barely pulling at her ass and slowly half thrusting his cock across the opening of her pussy. This went on for several minutes with him stopping suddenly on occasion, which I knew was to keep from shooting his load. I too had to abruptly stop stroking my cock many times or I too would have shot my load. The fluid leaking from the head of his cock kept smearing against my wife's inner thighs and pussy, so much that it looked like she had already been fucked by three guys.

He continued pulling at her ass trying to get any angle at all to put his cock in her, when at one point he reached over her ass and with his finger tips pushed the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips, and I just about passed out. In only a few seconds, I watched as the large head of his cock spread her pussy lips. As he kept pushing the head of his cock and thrusting his hips, it kept popping out, until at one point, he scooted maybe an inch further down, and this time when he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, he slowly and carefully thrust his hips and I watched as my wife's pussy spread around the head of his cock until it stretched and finally enveloped it. They continued to kiss as he sat motionless for at least thirty seconds. I figured he thought he had worked so hard just getting the head of his cock in her he didn't want to end it with his worst nightmare at this point: a premature ejaculation.
It was at this very moment; I had an episode of good ole reality, like getting hit by a bus. It finally hit me that I was looking at another mans cock in my wife's vagina, without a condom, and I had basically orchestrated the entire thing. My better judgment had gone bye-bye the second she put her hand on his cock though. Still, there was an entire mixture of emotions from slight jealousy, to extreme eroticism, to impatience wanting to see more. After thirty seconds or so of them kissing and him lying completely still with only the head of his cock inside her, he pulled her ass with much more force than before and thrust his hips simultaneously. As he did, my wife let out a quick and slightly stressed exhale of, "AAHHH..." He thrust several more times and after the third or fourth thrust, he was inside her as far as he could get at this angle, and once again he lay motionless only kissing her and rubbing his hand over her ass. Even with this bad angle and the fact that my wife wasn't making this easy, he was inside her all but about an inch. The tube or shaft running along the underside of his cock was as large as my thumb and looked like it was about to burst open. Every vein on his cock was also standing out very prominently. My view couldn't have been better from where I was sitting.

Once again, after he felt like he could thrust a few more times without losing control, he grabbed my wife's ass, and began thrusting hard. This time he was squeezing her ass so tightly his fingernails were white and I immediately knew this time was very different. He went past the usual careful three or four thrusts and was really thrusting violently and pulling her ass into his thrusts. After about the tenth or fifteenth unbelievably forceful thrust, his entire body went bone crushingly rigid and the veins on the side of his neck looked as if they would explode. His hand was squeezing and pulling my wife's ass cheek so forcefully, it looked as if her pussy would split around his cock. About two to three seconds into what looked like him having a seizure, remaining completely tense and motionless... BOOM, I saw his cock convulse in strong erythematic pulses.

Suddenly my wife softly uttered, "Oh shit." His cock continued to rhythmically jolt and pulse. There was no doubt at this point she was being inseminated right in front of me. I knew she sensed that he was about to come when he went rigid, but it really didn't fully set in until she felt his cock jolt and deliver the first powerful jet of semen into her pussy. The feeling of watching this, knowing that with every explosive pulse of his cock, a thick jet of his seed was shooting against my wife's cervix. It was beyond imagination. It was truly, and in every way, the most incredible, erotic, nasty, taboo, sexual thing imaginable. No other experience I have ever had even came close. It was ten times more sexually breathtaking than the first time I had ever had sex.

After a few seconds of holding his breath, he let out a very deep, "AAHHHH... YEAAAH... AAHHH FUCK YEAAHH aunty…FUCK YEAHHH..." as he jerked his body. He was kind of half thrusting, and by this time my wife was ever so slowly moving her hips into his thrusts. It was as if he was trying to deliver every drop of his sperm as deep as he possibly could. When he was perhaps half way through inseminating her, I began to notice a slight amount of semen forming around the base of his cock and around my wife's pussy. He stayed in this tense rigid form for at least two minutes. The shaft on his cock, even after two minutes continued to slightly jolt sporadically every five to ten seconds. It was hard to say how much semen he had just deposited in my wife, especially after an entire night of sexual teasing from his failed date.

Approaching perhaps the third or fourth minute after he exploded inside her, my wife said, "Ok, Ok, OK... Surely you're done; you just put a hundred and fifty million sperm inside me. I don't think those few extra you're trying to give me will make a difference."

He embarrassingly chuckled replying, "Sorry, sorry... Oh my God... I swear I am sorry.
She giggled slightly looking at me and jokingly said, "Oh... give him a hand job, don't you feel sorry for him... Nice hand job here, Prokash, wouldn't you say?"

I laughed and replied, "Well maybe now we won't have to hear his poor little me stories, about how he never gets laid. I'm a witness now, Rahul , I just watched you fuck my wife... and without a condom no less."

He just kept panting and blurting, "I can't believe how hard it was shooting out of me; I have never came so hard and so much... ever. The feeling just lasted and lasted."

Sreemayee quickly chuckled replying, "Yes, I know... It felt like a hot water bottle burst inside me."

Pointing her finger right in his face she sternly told him again, "Not a word mister, not a word to anyone." They lay there for about thirty more seconds with his cock still in her, as she again made sure he was crystal clear about not mentioning this to another soul, when she slowly rolled to her right and onto her back. As she rolled his cock slowly withdrew and the huge head of his cock popped out, as a thick ooze of semen instantly appeared and leaked down Sreemayee's ass. She just lay there on her back with her legs slightly spread, putting her forearms over her eyes, and exhaled heavily, as if she was trying to come to grips with what had just happened. She then rather muffled said, "Can you please get me some toilet paper?"

I only half heard what she said and asked her to repeat it. She rose up on her elbows and reached down with her right hand to stick her two middle fingers slightly into her pussy and, with a sarcastic look, held her hand out and spread her fingers apart to show me his semen sticking between her fingers, and said "Um... Some toilet paper please."

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I only half heard what she said and asked her to repeat it. She rose up on her elbows and reached down with her right hand to stick her two middle fingers slightly into her pussy and, with a sarcastic look, held her hand out and spread her fingers apart to show me his semen sticking between her fingers, and said "Um... Some toilet paper please."

I walked into the bathroom and shortly after told her there wasn't any and asked her to come into the bathroom to help me find it. When she got into the bathroom, I shut the door and she quickly went to sit on the toilet, but I grabbed her by the arm, and said "Wait, come here."

I slid my pajama bottoms down and moved her over to the sink and she immediately said, "No way, not now." I didn't say a word. I just began to kiss her and push her back towards the sink counter as she continued to say, "Prokash, not now, maybe later." When I had her back against the sink, I lifted her ass up onto the sink, as she struggled somewhat to get off the counter, and then in a split second, I positioned my cock against her pussy and forcefully thrust. In one motion I flew into her soaked pussy all the way up to my nuts. I was so turned on by how slick, warm, and full of semen she still was.

Within ten to fifteen thrusts I looked down to see my cock covered with semen and it was sticking in streams from my pubic hair to her pussy. I didn't last but maybe a minute, when I ejaculated harder and longer than I had in my entire life. After I was completely finished she grinned and whispered, "I think someone might have enjoyed me fucking Rahul as much as he did."

I took a deep breath trying to catch my breath, and replied, "Actually, I didn't realize at first how much I would, but yes, it was a mind blowing experience, beyond words." She just giggled, slid off the counter, grabbed a towel, and held it to her crotch.

She said, "Go back out. I will be there in a few minutes." I kissed her and walked out as she shut the door.

Rahul was lying on the bed still up on one elbow and said, "Oh my GOD Prokash uncle, you are the luckiest man on the face of this earth."

I just laughed and replied, "Oh, buddy, you have no idea."

Rahul ended up staying the rest of the night, which by this time was almost 4:00 AM, and begged to sleep in the same bed with us. Eventually Sreemayee gave in, but insisted that he not try all night to get more, telling him he was lucky to have gotten what he had, and she needed to get some sleep.

As you probably well know, one thing led to another, and once again my hormones got the best of me on two occasions. At around 5 –O-Clock my sleep broke because of some violent jerk in the bed. I turned the lights back on and watched him fuck her in an incredibly forceful missionary position, where he managed to last about a minute. At around 8-O-clock in that same morning I again opened my eyes hearing a sharp continuous grant from my wife and a peculiar ‘PLOP’ ‘PLOP’ sound. This time my wife was on top. Rahul allowed her to road him for more than five minutes before blowing his load inside her.

I must say that watching him nail her in a natural position, thrusting the entire length of his cock inside her pussy and slamming against her body, was even more erotic than watching him struggle in an awkward position like the first time they fucked. Unless you have been in exactly the same scenario, you have no idea how erotic it is to see another mans nuts pressed against your wife's ass as he tenses up and shoots jets of seed deep inside her vagina, watching her hands on his ass as you notice her wedding rings, seeing her completely spread eagle, allowing him to flood her pussy with millions of sperm.

Before ending this recounting of the most sexually erotic moment of my life, I figured I should explain how it actually ended. Several times after that night I tried to get her to fuck him again, but she said no, telling me she thought I was enjoying watching him fuck her more than I enjoyed fucking her.

The last little piece of this experience I was able to enjoy, before it all ended, was when I came home from work early one evening, about a week after this had taken place, and walked into the bedroom to find Sreemayee under the bedspread with her hair messed up looking out of breath. I kind of became slightly paranoid with my imagination instantly running away, thinking, "Damn maybe she just fucked him, and he ran out when he heard me pull into the driveway." Either way, I figured I would let this little erotic fantasy spinning away in my mind go wild.
Quickly began tearing off my pants and shirt and, as she noticed what I was doing, she quickly sprang up in the bed clutching the bedspread tightly to her, saying, "Prokash I know what you want, but I can't right now. I'm just getting up from a nap, and have to run some errands."

I finally got my pants and underwear off and grabbed the covers from her and said, "No problem let's just have a quickie."

As I began kissing her, she had her legs tightly crossed, and when I tried to put my hand between her legs, she forcefully grabbed it and said, "Not now, Prokash."

At this point my paranoia was killing me, so I overpowered her hand and slid mine between her crossed legs. Instantly my fingers slid into her pussy because her crotch and inner thighs were absolutely soaked and slick. As I continued kissing her, I rose up and forcefully spread her legs apart and then leaned down and slid the head of my cock between her slippery pussy lips. She laid on her back with both hands over her face as I pushed effortlessly all the way inside her. The smell of semen was overpowering coming from under the bedspread. As I began slamming inside her, I said, "It's ok, I wanted you to fuck him."

She instantly replied with a very worried tone, "He just wouldn't stop asking, over and over and over."

I looked at her and said, "I would be twice as turned on if only you had said you fucked him, I wouldn't even care if you told me you're fucking him without my knowing." I continued to stare at her, and she began looking away and biting her lip."

I grinned as she glanced back with a worried look saying, "My God, Prokash, I would have never dreamed in a million years you would have had a fantasy like this."

I just kept grinning and staring at her, and then mischievously asked, "Anything else you want to tell me?"

She took a deep breath, squinted her eyes with a smile, and said, "We might have fucked more than once."

I chuckled and replied, "More than once?"

She remained quiet, still grinning as if to gauge my reaction, and said almost in a whisper, "Ok more than once, and let's please leave it at that."

My cock was about to explode as I began hammering her more forcefully than I ever had since I met her, As I continued to slam inside her, I kept asking, "How many times? Come on, how many times did he fuck you?"

She was moaning loudly after multiple times of my asking and pounding against her body, she said in a strained and labored voice, "Every day." I was erotically out of my mind with ecstasy when she said it, when out of the blue she quickly got a furious, almost possessed look on her face as she grabbed my ass and spread her legs twice as wide. Things began coming out of her mouth unlike anything I had ever heard. I didn't even think she was capable of saying some of these things.

As I pounded her inhumanly she began saying, "You like hearing that? You like knowing I enjoy his cock being inside me... You know he gave me his semen three times today... You like knowing I'm constantly carrying his sperm inside me... You like knowing he fucks me like a whore when you're not here... You like knowing how much I love it when he inseminates me... You like knowing I stopped taking my birth control... You like knowing how much more he fills me...You like knowing that two of his friends came over with him a few days ago... and they all took turns coming in me.

Everything she was saying sent me into a moment of pure sexual insanity. I grabbed her hair, pulled with one hand, and thrust so hard I picked her up off the bed with the other as I began shooting every drop of semen I had in my body into her womb. I continued coming and holding her ass off the bed as I pulled her hair. She screamed at first but then began moving her ass in my hand moaning slightly. We stayed like this for a minute or two until I just couldn't give her anything else, and I collapsed on top of her.

We must have lain there for five minutes saying nothing at all before she finally said, "Just know, Prokash, I'm done with this... Did you have all of your fantasy you could handle? Is that fucking enough for you? You need to tell Rahul, and I mean tonight, that this is the end of your little fantasy. No more fucking when you're not here, no more fucking when you are here. It's done."

She was reserved but quite furious at the moment. Thirty minutes or so later she confessed that everything she said as I fucked her wasn't true, but did admit she had fucked Rahul before I got home, insisting that it was only because I kept begging her to, and she felt she had to find a way to pay me back and/or make me get a grip. I was truly losing it and becoming addicted to watching her fuck. Let's just say she's pretty smart and I got the point. I called Rahul later in the evening, and told him, "No more," and he agreed. After he returned to college from fall break, we only saw him a couple of times in passing and only at a distance with maybe a short wave.

The experience may have ended, but the fantasy is still very much alive in my mind. I have to say it improved mine and my wife's sex lives more than anyone could ever imagine.

(The End)

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Real life experience

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. It was way back My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautiful woman with a Blakish complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. I along with my parents shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eying at her large breasts, her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me. One day my father was out of home for a few days and one of my uncle named Dilip came at our house. Dlip was the husband one of my father’s sister. He was a very open heated person . He was also very free to my mom. He used to cut jokes with my mom and some times it used to cross the limit of vulgarity. I was at my class ix and I realized that he had any eye on her.I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly. He came and I went outside to bring some sweets for him. On the way I got one of my friend’s scoter as a result I had returned home much earlier after buying sweets. When I came I was surprised to see that the front door was closed . Hence on trying to enter from the back door I had head Dilip’s husky voice .He was pleading to mom” Chaya (my mom) only once”. I stopped there and heared mom said “ na! na! Jamaibabu pl na!”After that I heard mom’s voice” ah,,,! please leave me Raju will come at any moment.” I immediately I understood what was going inside. So I knocked at the door. After sometime mom had opened the door and I went inside. Then mom made tea and along with sweets she went to uncle. I was sitting by the next room reading a book but I had full concentration at the next room . When mom was crossing my room for going to the room where uncle Dilip was sitting she watched me several times . I realized something will happen. So after a few moments I followed her. When she reached and arranging sweets Dilip from back hugged her and started pressing her boobs! Mom tried to disengage from him and whispering” what are u doing ! Raju is there in the next room !” Dlip told “ Chaya !only once pl I will not disturb u anymore!” But his hands were doing their job. His left hand was catching the left boob of mom and the right hand was trying to pull down the saree, I saw it was trying to catch the cunt. Her resistance was gradually becoming feeble and she told” pl leave me now I shall be comming!” She was pleading. Dlip told “sure?” Mom told “yes ! I shall come after managing Raju Before she came I returned to my room and pretended of sleeping. Mom came and asked” why are u sleeping at this odd hour?” I did not reply. After some time she went back to the next room. I knew that the lock of the said room does not function well and there always remains a gap between the two doors. So I went and stood by the side of the doors. I could see everything on the cot. I saw Dliip uncle was sitting there at the corner of the cot.. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement. When mom entered in the room at once Dlip grabbed her from behind and started pressing her boobs from back. After a few moments his right hand pulled down her saree below the navel . He pulled her so low below the navel I thought that her pussy will come out. Fortunately the same the saree stayes just above the pussy. What a navel she had it is like a old two rupee coin. Perfectly round and deep. Dilip put the index finger inside her big and deep navel and started circling the same. Mom’s whole body was trembling she tried to resist but it was very feeble. I relaised that Dilip had total control on her. After playing with her boobs and navel for some moments Dilip went in front of her and took her face with two hands . He kissed her lips , mom also responded by then she was totally under control of Dilip. Next Dilip took her to the bed and lied her down at her back. He took out the “pallu” from the above part of her body , and kissed her navel. Then he tried to open her blouse but failed However mom was totally hot so she opened her blouse and bra by her own. As her boobs got free Dlip set himself on top of her and started to press her boobs vigorously. Mom was moaning “ah! oh! umnn”He was also making some comments which could be heard from outside “Oh what a boob! it is giving me too much pleasure I way dying for it since long!” mom told “ be quiet if Raju woke up then both of us will be in dange!”After enjoying the boobs Dilip disengaged himself and came down from the cot. He opened his shirt pant and inner vests and his fully massive 9 inch cot came out. He will now fuck her.I was thinking how mom will accommodate this huge thing! Looking at the massive rod she told “How big it is how I shall take care of it ?”However mom was very hot then in the mean time she had also opened her saree and underskirt. Dlip now climbed on the cot and set himself on mom’s nude body She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his penis. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her pussy. She lifted her pussy up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost entered inside t just to have a closer look at things. He let his cock completely disappear into my mother’s cunt. She cried” uri baba! it is torned” a long cry of simply unbearable pleasure and pain. He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion.”Ummmmm…ahhhh…uummmmm oh ma! I cannot bear mote!”, my mother moaned. Dilip started his movement very fast! Each of his thrust bring resulted crying and moaning from Chaya. After sometimes finally Dilip stopped and lying on mom. I understood that he had emptied his cum tank. A few moments later when they were wearing their dresses Dilip asked” when again?” Mom replied “go elsewhere in future! Never come to my houe anymore!” Next time onwards I saw mom really avoided Dilip uncle. Never allowed him at our house.

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I was told this incident by one of my fried. For the sake of secrecy the names have been changed. Anu Devi , a Bengali housewife of a remote village lost her husband a few years back. Her only daughter got married and stayed abroad .Anu devi was all alone at present. Anu was not good looking but have a voluptuous figure having huge boobs , a bit bulgy belly heavy buttocks and a healthy figure. Her husband had never shown much interest in sex life and as she had only child hence age has a very little impact over her figure although she was at her late fifties. But looked like of late 40. Her husband was a govt , employee so she was financially well equipped to spend this day to day life. Her devar Panna ( the brother of her husband) lived at the next house of Anu devi with his family . They were childless. Everything was smooth but suddenly the wife of Panna expired. When the rituals got finished , then It was decided by the relatives that one maid servant would l be there to make the cooking of Panna, but till the arrangements was made Anu would take care of Panna. Anu had no objection . When she got married that time Panna was about to finish his college and all his demands for food and other things were fulfilled by Anu. But one of the villagers told Anu “Anu pl think twice about the proposal, as in the village Panna does not have the good reputation about his character.” Anu replied “ I am watching Panna since his childhood at the crucial moment of his life if I do not stand by his side then what the villagers and relatives will think? moreover it is a temporary arrangement as soon as the maid will come then my duty will be over.” The villager did say nothing after this. But his body language indicated that he was not happy with the reply. Seven days had passed ! No maid had yet been appointed at Panna’s house.Anu was doing his cooking. After the cooking she kept the meal at Panna’s house . panna took his food at his own house . However for the evening tea he used to come at Anu’s house and devar bhabi spent some nostalgic moment with each other. All thing was going smoothly till that day on which total life of Anu got changed. It was very hot that day. Anu was sleeping only with her petticoat and blouse , As Anu has a bulgy belly she put her petticoat well below her navel. Anu has a round and small navel. She was in deep sleep .The sound of doorbell wake her up , she saw it was almost 6-00 pm .Anu realized that panna had come for

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tea. Anu somehow dbangd the saree and opened the door but as she was in a hurry she forgt to pull her saree up above her navel. Panna came inside. Anu told” sorry I fall asleep. U please wait I am bringing the tea.” She went to kitchen and made tea for both of them and as usual she started talking with Panna. After sometime she felt that Panna is a bit absent minded and with a shock she observed that Panna is staring at her bare belly. The pallu got a bit left sided and her navel was clearly visible. She got a shock to see that Panna was watching the navel. Anu got ashamed and cursed herself for not pulling up the saree in time . But the attitude of Panna had really made her astonished. She could remember the words of the neighbor who warned her about Panna. Somehow she went to the kitchen in the excuse to wash the cups and repositioned her saree in normal. When she came back from kitchen it had started raining. So she started talking to Panna. Now it was all normal , Anu thought it was her mistake to judge Panna they kept talking. It rained about 1 hr. when the rain stopped Panna told Anu” Bhabi! u need not prepare dinner for today. I will bought dinner from town. I might be late a bit But I shall definitely be there by 10 p.m”. Saying this Panna had left. It was almost 10-15 , there was no sign of Panna. Anu thought Panna forgot but she preferred to wait for another fifteen minutes. Then when she about start cooking the doorbell rang. Anu opened the door and saw Panna had come with a lot of food packets. “ Bhabi!” said Panna “ Pl! help me to keep these packets”. Anu told “I am thinking that u forget.” Panna replies “ it was crowded Bhabi! that’s why I am late! Anyway serve the food I am feeling hungry!” Anu started to serve the food .There was huge quantity of Non veg food items. Anu sayid ” Panna! u know that I am widow hence how can I take this non veg items! “ Panna replied ”Forget all these old superstitious values bhabi! pl take these foods! “ Anu says” But!” Panna stopped her and said If u do not eat these food I shall not take mine too.” After a lot of pleading finally Anu agreed to eat the non veg food. But when she served she found that the quantity is enormous and it will be really difficult for them two to finish. When she told this to Panna. He replied “ Let us Try bhabi! then we will think” So they started dinner it was 11-00 pm .Anu is taking non veg food first time after the death of her husband. At the beginning

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she was a bit uncomfortable but gradually she was enjoying. After some time Anu said” It is enough Panna! I can not take more! u pl finish the rest!”Panna replied” oh bhabi! u eat nothing ! Try some more. during this rain I brought this food with a lot of difficulty. Now if u do not eat I will feel bad. ”. Anu felt sorry she tried to take some food but she was realizing that her stomach gets full. After a long time she was taking non veg food so she was enjoying and wanted to eat some more but how? Then she felt that as she tied her saree very tightly that’s why she is unable to take much so she went inside and made the saree string a bit loose and low forgetting the incident of the afternoon. actually her desire for much needed non veg food after a long time overcame over her conservatism. The dinner was just about to be finished the rain started. It was raining like anything supported by thunderbolts Panna said” It is raining bhabi! Let me wait for some time I shall go home when the rain will be stopped. Anu say” Ok let us go inside and talk! I have eaten much more than my quota so I will sleep a bit late.” They went inside and sat on the cot Speed of rain was gradually increasing. They had started talking on various topic Anu was talking about her daughter their old days when they were in joint family. Panna was talking about his marriage life. Anu felt that Panna was not happy in his marriage life. There no sign of stoppage of rain. Heavy dinner made Anu a bit sluggish .Her saree pallu went a bit aside exposing her big belly and navel fully exposed.Suddenly Anu realized that Panna had come closer to her. In the tube light Anu saw that Panna was watching her longingly. Anu’s breath gets stopped. Does her sixth sense anticipate something? She was about to cover her belly Panna caught hold her hand.”Please! do not cover! let me see you!” Anu angrily told “what do u mean?” Please bhabi! “Panna pleaded and put the index finger of his right hand inside the bare navel of Anu. Anu screamed “ Panna! what are you doing?” Panna did not reply he made Anu to lay on bed at her back and put his tongue inside her navel. Simultaneously his hands were trying to catch the boobs of Anu. Rain was in full swing Anu tried her best to resist but she also was feeling the urge from inside to co-operate Panna. Actually long hunger of sex was making Anu’s resist feeble. She felt that her cunt went wet and pre cum juice is coming out. But she was still trying to resist Panna and pleading “ Please Panna! I am like your mother ! Pl leave me!” But Panna was in no mood to stop or release. He was able to unhook the buttons of Anu’s blouse and cupping her breasts. Anu’s gave up not because of the force of Panna but she realized the urge from inside was directing her, Her breath had become hot, Her nipples got bigger and stiff . By this time Panna had opened her blouse and pleading “ Bhabi pl open ur bra! “ Anu told “ Panna! Pl allow me to go to bathroom! I promise you that I shall come and join u.” She went to bathroom adjusted her saree in normal position washed her hands and face , she thought this will help her to clam but she felt that her own urge of sex is not allowing her to calm. So she decided to cooperate Panna. She passed her urine and went to room. When she was just outside room she did not find Panna inside the room , Anu thought that Panna went to his house. But how ? Rain was still falling! Anu had a peculiar feeling ! One of her feeling was to get relief from Panna and not engaging herself in sex ! The other feeling her made sorry not to engage in the sex after a long time. In this dilemma she entered inside the room. Panna hugged her from behind . He was standing at the door side to give a surprise to Anu. Immediately his hand pulled the saree down almost to the pushy and his right hand was playing with the navel of Anu his left hand was playing with the boob . Now Anu realized that the erect cock of Panna was pushing hard at the ass crack of her and his right hand is at the cunt hair. She felt that the finger of Panna is trying to enter inside her cunt. Anu got astonished by heself hearing moaning from her own voice. Her feet were not supporting they instructed her to go to bed. Anu told Panna” Pl go to bed I can not stand more”. Panna told . “ One moment let me free u from ur dresses”. While saying so he made Anu to stand in front of him and planted a deep kiss. Anu also responded she had no control over her. During kissing Panna was able to open the blouse and bra of Anu and then he took of her saree and petticoat. Anu stood absolutely nude in front of him . Now Panna pulled off his dress also , his fully erect cock in staring at Anu. Anu felt that Panna’s tool is bigger than his late husband. Now Panna took her to the cot and made her lay at the back. He started kissing from hair to nail of Anu. Then he started pressing the boobs of Anu. Anu never felt boob pressing can be so enjoyable to a woman. Panna made the nipple at the centre of his palm and pressed ,sometime circling around the nipple. Anu’s whole body was shivering. She never got such pleasure from her late husband! After playing about fifteen minutes Panna told Anu” get ready bhabi! I shall fuck you now!” Anu was desperately want the cock of Panna inside her but she told “ Not today!” Panna pleaded “pl” umm, told Anu spreading her legs and guided the cock of Panna inside her cunt. Panna gave a full thrust and the instrument had gone inside fully. Anu got immense pleasure. Throught her marriage life she never got such pleasure from her husband the size of Panna was perfect to her cunt. Her cunt is full . Now Panna had started his movement very fast every thrust of him giving pleasure to Anu and she also responded lifting up her hip. Panna was ramming his cock but Anu never felt any pain. At last the climax comes Anu felt that her clitoris swallowed the cock of Panna . Finally Panna’s speed gets slow Anu realized that Panna will discharge his cum at any moment . She hugged Panna tightly and Panna discharge his full cum inside her. After five minutes he disengaged himself from Anu and went to bathroom to clean himself. Anu also wore her dresses. By this time rain had stopped. Panna told “I never had any such intension bhabi! but today when I saw ur ur belly and navel I went mad! Bhabi can we do this everyday?” Anu replied “ I shall tell you letter. now pl go home! otherwise neighbors will think bad” .Panna left .Anu also went to sleep feeling the enjoyment she got from Panna. Note • This was not a story but a true case . For the sake of secrecy the names have been changed and the witness of the total incident has not been included in the incident . This was the beginning there are lot of love making between these two. Those who want to know more may pm me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

asngupta1979:-


Unexpected Part one

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Here is how i found truth is stranger than friction

this is the first part

I am 42 and my wife is 36 and we got married about eight years back. We both are average looking persons. I am 5ft 6 inch and my wife is only 5ft. The most noticeable part of my wife’s body is her huge boobs and butts though she is not a fat lady. I always find men ogling at her boobs and butts. Due to her huge boobs always her cleavage become visible whatever she wears. I am in a transferable job and in every three years we have to go to a new city. We are very much free to each other and enjoy sex very much and we both love to experiment on that. However we are till have no kids. We use to see porn movies and also love to surf porn sites together. We also like to imitate scenarios from porn movies as well as porn sites which make us horney. However, we kept our adventures and fantasies regarding sex among ourselves till this incident happened about four months back.


About 10 yrs back I was posted in Pune where there was a Marwari colleague in our office with whom I was very close. He was married then and was having one son and one daughter. The son was about 10 yrs old and the daughter was about 4 yrs. However, he was a real raunchy man and always had a sexual hunger for wives of other men. Not only that, if he got any opportunity he will try to get any married woman under him. However, I was lucky that I was unmarried at that time and not only that we two enjoyed with the wife of one colleague of our Pune office when her husband was away on an official tour of four days duration. However, the event happened about four month back does not involved him but his son Vishal who was grown up to a nice young man of twenty years age.


On last Independence Day I received a phone call from my ex Marwari colleague after about four years. He told me that his son was having a two day long examination in our city and he also asked me whether it is possible for me to arrange a suitable accommodation for his son on first week of September, 2013. I told him that I will check for suitable accommodation and I will call back to him in two days. However, I can not find any available accommodation for my friend’s son and was very much upset. Then my wife suggested that why not he come and stay with us as we are having a spare guest room in our apartment. I was hesitating by thinking that it will be to some extent problematic for my wife as I go to work at about 8:00 am and come back at about 9:00 p.m. on weekdays and she stays home alone. But she told that it will be better for her as there will be some company for 2-3 days. Then I call back to my ex-colleague and told him the scenario. He was first hesitating about the stay of his son in our apartment but when I told him that my wife suggested that his son should stay at our place he agreed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ayansengupta2nd



Unexpected (continuation of Story started by me as asngupta1979)

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I was 42 and my wife was 36 at the time of this incident and we were married for about eight years at that time i.e., on 3rd september, 2013. We both were average looking persons. I am 5ft 6 inch and my wife is only 5ft. The most noticeable part of my wife’s body is her huge boobs and butts though she is not a fat lady. I always find men ogling at her boobs and butts. Due to her huge boobs always her cleavage become visible whatever she wears. I am in a transferable job and in every three years we have to go to a new city. We are very much free to each other and enjoy sex very much and we both love to experiment on that. However we were having no kids at that time. We use to see porn movies and also love to surf porn sites together. We also like to imitate scenarios from porn movies as well as porn sites which make us horney. However, we kept our adventures and fantasies regarding sex among ourselves till this incident happened about one year and eight months back.

About 12 yrs back I was posted in Pune where there was a Marwari colleague in our office with whom I was very close. He was married then and was having one son and one daughter. The son was about 10 yrs old and the daughter was about 4 yrs. However, he was a real raunchy man and always had a sexual hunger for wives of other men. Not only that, if he got any opportunity he will try to get any married woman under him. However, I was lucky that I was unmarried at that time and not only that we two enjoyed with the wife of one colleague of our Pune office when her husband was away on an official tour of four days duration. However, the event happened about one year and eight months back does not involved him but his son Vishal who was grown up to a nice young man of twenty years age at that time.

On the Independence Day of 2013 I received a phone call from my ex Marwari colleague after about four years. He told me that his son was having a two day long examination in our city and he also asked me whether it is possible for me to arrange a suitable accommodation for his son on first week of September, 2013. I told him that I will check for suitable accommodation and I will call back to him in two days. However, I can not find any available accommodation for my friend’s son and was very much upset. Then my wife suggested that why not he come and stay with us as we are having a spare guest room in our apartment. I was hesitating by thinking that it will be to some extent problematic for my wife as I go to work at about 8:00 am and come back at about 9:00 p.m. on weekdays and she stays home alone. But she told that it will be better for her as there will be some company for 2-3 days. Then I call back to my ex-colleague and told him the scenario. He was first hesitating about the stay of his son in our apartment but when I told him that my wife suggested that his son should stay at our place he agreed.

The days passed by and my wife decorated little bit our guest room so that my friend’s son can stay there for two-three days. The only problem was that our small apartment has only one toilet which was attached to our bed room. On 1st September, 2013 at about 9 a.m. I got a phone call from an unknown number and when I answered the caller identified himself as Vishal, the son of my ex-colleague and told me that he reached our town and I gave him the instruction how to reach our apartment and after about half an hour the door bell ranged. When I opened the door I found that a handsome, tall, fair and muscular young man wearing a red T-shirt and Sky coloured jeans was standing with a smiling face and introduced himself as Vishal. I welcomed him inside our apartment. I carefully watched him and found that he is having lots of hair on his exposed arms and not only that through the opened buttons of his T-shirt I also noticed that he also having lots of hair on his chest too. It is worthwhile to mention that I have very small hair growth on my body. On the front side I only have few hairs around my two nipples and also around belly button. And that scarcity of hair on my body is one the few things about me for which my wife complains. However, I called my wife from kitchen and told her that Vishal has arrived. She came out of the kitchen wearing a red chiffon saree with a matching red sleeveless blouse. As that was a hot and humid day and she was in the kitchen she has sweat bids all over her forehead and armpit regions of her blouse were having big wet patches. Not only that, as she was in a flimsy chiffon saree her cleavage and belly button were visible. When she appeared, I found Vishal was watching her with a surprising but horney look.


Should I proceed?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ayansengupta2nd


A Little bit more

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I saw that my wife got little bit annoyed due to such horney look of Vishal but due to curtsy she maintained a welcome smile on her face and asked Vishal how was the journey. Vishal just said that journey was ok and then he proceeded to us to touch our feet by bending his body. First he touched my feet and told me to take his pranam and I kept my right hand on his head and blessed him for a long life. Then he went to touch the feet of my wife and when bended and touched her feet she also kept her hand on the head of Vishal and told him as that’s O.K. and no need to touch her feet but Vishal does not paid any heed to my wife’s request and bend more to touch her feet. Then my wife tried to hold the approaching hand of Vishal but he tried to force his hand more towards my wife’s feet and in these forcing and resisting game suddenly my wife’s pallu slipped from her shoulder and suddenly her big and deep cleavage became exposed in front of big popped up eyes of Vishal. I saw the eyeballs of him were almost popped out in excitement and his mouth was also opened little bit in surprise. My wife also got very much embarrassed due to sudden exposure of her huge sized cleavage in front of a young man who just arrived and also watching her with a dirty vision. However I don’t know why but may be due to sudden development of such embarrassing as well as lucrative situation both my wife as well as Vishal got shock and did not able to do any movement for about 5-10 seconds. However, after that they both relieved themselves from the situation and my wife adjusted her pallu again on her shoulder with a sheepish smile and Vishal was standing straight forward in front of my wife with a naughty smile in his face. Though I was able to observe the dirty naughty smile of Vishal but my wife did not noticed that as she is about a foot shorter than Vishal.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Some more

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After that incident my wife again went to kitchen and I showed Vishal our guest room for his stay. He kept his belongings in the room and asked me about the toilet as he wants to get fresh after a long train journey. It is worthwhile to mention that in our apartment there was only one usable toilet which was attached to our bed room. So I took him to our bed room and showed him the toilet. Vishal then came back to our guest room and after about 5 minute he went to the toilet with his towel, soap and fresh clothing. After he went to bath I went to the dining place and started watching television. After about 15-20 minutes my wife came out of the kitchen and asked me about the Vishal. First I did not paid any hid to my wife’s question and continued to watch the television. But my wife asked again about Vishal and that time she asked in a much louder voice. So I said her that Vishal went to the toilet to take bath. After hearing my answer she almost screamed in embarrassment, “Oh my god, please please save me”. I got very much surprised by her behavior and asked her why she was screaming. In response she told me that when she came out from the bath she left her red bra and blue panty hanging from the open hanger which she thought will wash in some latter time. I understood the situation and went to outside of the bathroom door. From there I asked Vishal to open the door for a moment. But Vishal did not opened the door instead he shouted from inside that he is having shower and can come out only after some time. I requested him again to open the door and told that I will only took a thing from the bath. Vishal from inside in a smiling tone asked, "uncle, is it a thing or those are two things of unty?" Hearing this sort of direct talk of Vishal, I was hesitating and as a result I asked in a stammering voice, "Vi-vi-vishal, I mean, yes, I I mean, actually I mean to say that your unty will have to wash them." In response Vishal told frominside with a laughter, "Oh uncle, don’t worry about them I will wash them with my undergarments as i also have to wash them”. I got shocked by his straight talk and come back to our drawing room keeping my heads down. My wife asked me with an anxious voice,” what happened? Where are my bra and panty?” In response I sheepishly told her that Vishal has told that he will wash them as his undergarments will have to be also washed. My wife also got shocked by my reluctant answer and shouted on me “what? Are you gone insane? Those are my bra and panties not any towels.” I told my wife not to shout as Vishal is much junior than us and we should treat him as uncle and aunty. My wife responded with anger, “Oh ya; we should treat him like a son even if he looks at my cleavage with a hungry and lustful look”. I said to my wife, “Oh come on Rini, don’t be so critical in his age all the men looks like that if a glance of womens cleavage is visible”. In reply my wife Rini was planning to say something but we heard the sound of door opening and ended our conversation. Just few seconds later Vishal came out to the dining place just wrapped in the blue towel. The towel covered onle a small part of his muscular and hairy body. It covered him from just under his belly button to two inch above his knee. I saw his whole fair body is covered with lots of curly black hair. I glanced at my wife and found that she is also looking to Vishals 3/4th naked body with a surprised look.

Few seconds elapsed without any word from any one of us. Then suddenly Vishal asked me, “uncle? Can you tell me where I can keep these for drying”. After hearing him both my wife and me looked at his hand in which he was holding Rini’s red bra and blue panty along with his chocolate coloured briefs. After seeing her bra and panty in Vishal’s hand my wife Rini got very much embarrassed and her face and ears became pinkish in shyness. She just ran to the kitchen to hide her embarrass-ness. I told Vishal in very normal tone that he can keep those on the rope hanged in the back side balcony for cloths drying purpose. Vishal went to the balcony and put those undergarments on the rope for drying and then he went to our bed room and few minutes later come out in a blue shorts and red coloured vest. The vest is very much reviling and lots of his hairy chest and shoulders were visible and the naked portion of his legs under the shorts were looking like leg of a baboon due to enormous growth of hair on them. However some times latter Rini, my wife, came out of the kitchen with puri and sabjee for me and Vishal and handed over to us. Then she again went to kitchen and came out with another dish of puri-sabjee for herself. I observed that during that period Vishal was looking at my wife with a horney look, and when I have a eye contact with him he looked at the bottom with a embarrassing look. Later I also observed my wife also was looking at Vishal’s hairy chest and shoulder with a surprised look. Then when I made an eye contact with my wife I gave her a naughty smile and Rini became red in shyness as she got caught by me when looking at Vishal,s hairy torso. However, gradually we all three became more familiar and we enjoyed a good chatting. At about one hour later my wife went to kitchen to prepare the lunch and Vishal went to our guest room for study as he had examinations on 3rd and 4th September, 2013 in our city. The day passed by without any noticeable incidents except that Vishal was always trying to see my wife’s revealed flesh through the openings of her sleeveless blouse as well as her smooth belly and deep navel through the triangular opening of her sari. On the other hand I also observed that my wife was also sometimes ogling towards Vishal’s hairy and muscular body. But my wife was very careful so that she did not got caught by me looking at Vishal. However, I did not paid any attention to both of them as for Vishal, it is most natural behaviour of a young boy of his age to satisfy urge to see the socially forbidden part of a woman’s body. I also considered that as my wife had many times complained me about not having many hairs on my body, she was also having an urge to enjoy the view of hairy torso of a muscular young man.

[RajV]

Good start ...such flirtings are nice

[crystalcore.118]

[b]COMFORTING MOM [/b]

COPIED FROM NET AND EDITED FOR BETTER AROUSAL
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"Its time to go to college, wake up Rahul or else I will pour water over you"
Its my mom Rema roaring from the doorway. I got up quickly and looked at the watch. Its 8 o' clock. I ran to the bathroom to get ready for college. It's going late and I took the bath and dressed up in a hurry and had a mini breakfast. My mom who is a professor at the same college was already prepared for the college. She was in her new sky blue silk sari and white blouse and she seems to be very happy and above all a bit sexy. Even in her early 40s she looks so nice with a tall-heavy figure. She is about 5'11 and her body is every man's paradise. Since she delivered only me her body is well fit.

"Come on Rahul you are getting late." Like every day I told mom that she should go alone because I will miss the first period deliberately. It's been almost 9 and every bus was in rush. It is like that during the morning hours due to the office-college guys. I never took the bus that mom takes every day. I used to take auto instead of bus and after changing the auto of two different routes I used to reach my college before 11 A.M. Mom went towards the bus stop. Suddenly I remembered that today I have to attend my first period because our professor told us that he will give some valuable notes for our coming exam. So I quickly decided to catch the bus that mom takes everyday. I new it will be rush but I don’t have any other option to reach before 10. So I went to the bus stop. When I was walking towards the bus stop I found mom and another woman of her age was talking near the bus stop. That means the bus has not come yet. As soon as I reached, the bus came. I saw mom and the other women getting in. Then I ran quickly to take the bas and just before the bus started running I entered the bus. It was thickly packed and I managed to stand only. I found that mom and her friend found some place for standing in the middle of the bus. The journey will take at least one hour. I knew that mom have not seen me. As it was very hard to take her attention in the packed up bus I decided to keep quiet. After few minutes I looked towards mom and saw her back side. Her friend was standing before her. Now in the next stop 2 college boys got in to the bus along with others. As soon as mom saw those boys she smiled naughtily to her friend and said some thing. Her friend also smiled. I saw that those college boys came and stand just behind mom and her friend. In a minute mom’s friend lean back on the college boy standing just behind her. Her butt hit his front. I was surprised by the act. I saw my mom also was too close to the boy standing behind her. Then one passenger slightly moved and I was not able to see my mom. My heartbeat increased when I saw the college boy standing behind mom’s friend was rubbing her front with the soft butt of mom’s friend. And mom’s friend seems was enjoying every moment of it. After few minutes I saw that the boy started giving small thrust to her butt. He was matching the rhythm of his thrust with the jerking of the bus so nicely that it was impossible for anyone to guess. Mom’s friend closed her eyes and enjoying the mock fucking initiated by the college boy. Some time she was also responding with back thrust with her big butt. Suddenly the boy brought his one hand down and pressed one of her ass cheeks. She didn't resist. It really was the license for more action as the boy moved his hand slowly towards her top and touched her boobs and pressed it. She jutted back further and her hair touched his face. The boy got the smell of it and it again added to my hard-on. Suddenly one passenger got out between mom and her friend. I tried to notice if my mother was watching her friend. Mom was looking away. But she was not comfortable standing there. The 2nd boy has got himself pressed against her. I thought the boy standing behind was disturbing her. I saw that sight carefully and understood that I was wrong. Mom’s eyes were closed and her big boobs were being squeezed and in return she was rubbing his bulge through her big soft butt. I was really surprised. She was not even bothering if anyone is watching her. My face reddened. I thought of beating the boy. But it's a shame on her if people come to know about it. So I change my mind.

There was nothing more the boy could do in the bus. Only touch and squeeze her breasts and thrusting his bulge to mom’s butt matching moms thrust. Then he ran his arms slowly around her belly enjoying the softness of it. The boy may be a 8th or 9th class student; I could easily identify seeing his uniform. He was really enjoying the play. I saw his one finger feeling the depth of mom’s naval hole. Then suddenly the driver used the break. The boy took the chance and quickly put his nose to mom’s arm pit and enjoyed her dirty smell. After few minutes their stoppage came and those college boys got down from the bus. Now the next stoppage was ours. I saw mom and her friend getting down from the bus. I quietly followed them. I hard that while getting down from the bus moms friend asking mom that has she enjoyed the session or not. Mom said “ha year…..roj e in logo ke sath yeah sob korke choot me pani aa jati hai………..samal na muskil ho jati hai year. Tu kuch kar na year or bardast nahi hoti hai. Her friend said “tu marwana chahati hai kaya in bachcho se?” Mom answered “marwane ke liya to mai harbakt toiar raiti hu. Tu nahi chahati kaya marwana?” Her friend said “maja lena to mai vi chahati hu lakin yeah sob to eakdam college ke bachchay hai, samal payaga keya humlogo ko. Mom said “array yeah sob slumdog bachchay hai…….in logo ko sob pata hota hai…..dekha na bus me kaisa masti le raha tha humlogo ke sath. Her friend said “ha yeah tune sahi kaha lakin……. Mom said “array yeah sob champion bachchay hai or chance mila to hum logo ko bachchay ki ma vi bana sakta hai.” Then they started to laugh together. Mom’s friend then told mom “chal mai kal hi inlogo se bat korti hu.
After returning from college I tactfully asked my mom about her friend in the bus stop. Mom said her name was Sunita, her husband stays in Dubai, and she has 2 children. One was just one and half years old and the other one was 14 years old. (END OF PART ONE)

hello bro, please provide the second part of this story. thank you.

[ronylol]

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[rajen.d]

keep posting some new stories...so that the thread is alive...

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[Sammysam]

Post kro bbhai orr