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[Blue Bull]

Our Second Dirty Weekend
(We spend another dirty weekend)

By: indian_exec2000

Author's Note: Please read "Our Dirty Weekend" and "Our Mid Morning Tryst" to better enjoy this story.

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I am a senior executive working for a reputed multinational company. I am in my fifties. I am tall, well built and have a distinguished personality. I am fit, active & healthy, with a strong libido and a keen eye for members of the opposite sex. My kids are grown up & studying abroad.

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You are a young, healthy, mature girl in your early thirties. You are of medium height, fair and plump, with a nicely rounded figure. Ever since you hit puberty, you have been aware of your sexuality. You've always liked to wear fashionable, attractive apparel that is just a little more daring than what other girls from your conservative upper middle class background would choose. You are in fact a closet exhibitionist, something you didn't know till we met.

You are keenly sensitive to the reactions you evoke in members of the opposite sex and love to be the center of their attention. You feel a shiver of excitement whenever you see a man staring at your curvaceous body; although you take care to feign indifference, not revealing your true feelings. You've been married for several years and have a young kid. The initial excitement of marriage has long since worn off, replaced by the monotony of a humdrum wedded life in a sleepy small town. Your hubby is a nice man, but isn't exactly one to sweep a girl off her feet. You long for a bit of excitement, to experience the thrill of a chase, to have an attractive man fall for you and perhaps to seduce you. In short, you are ripe for a fling...

Opportunity knocks when your hubby goes off to the US on a six month assignment. Your mother agrees to look after your kid as you move to Mumbai to try for an opening in the TV industry as a scriptwriter; you have always had a flair for writing. You stay with your aunt and her hubby. They are a childless working couple, staying in an apartment right across mine.

Sparks fly between us the moment we set our eyes on each other. You are unable to control yourself as your inhibitions dissolve and you flirt outrageously. Almost inevitably, we drift into an affair. We have our first tryst in your aunt's apartment and later, we spend a dirty weekend together...

***

It's been almost eight weeks since we spent a weekend together. I've been busy in the meantime. I've just returned from a fortnight long business tour of Europe & have thereafter been up to my neck in hectic rounds of meetings & consultations. Nevertheless, I can't forget the thrill of our illicit liaison. During odd moments of respite, I catch myself getting an erection as I remember your hot young body writhing under me and your throaty moans as I pound your pussy senseless. I'd love to get inside your pants again & wonder when I can get an opportunity...

Since we are next door neighbors, we've met a few times in the lobby or downstairs in the compound. But every time you've averted your eyes while walking past me, in stark contrast with the flirtatious small talk that we used to exchange in the past. It seems you've been avoiding me. I wonder why...

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You too have been busy in the interregnum. Your efforts to develop contacts in the TV industry have started bearing fruit. You are hoping to get some work soon. But in spite of these preoccupations, you too cannot get our liaison out of your system. You sometimes lie awake in bed, remembering the intense peaks of pleasure you've experienced at my hands, your fingers stroking your clit in an effort to re-live those moments. You realize you might be getting hooked. You want to break loose & decide not to let our affair continue. To keep you even busier, you join a gym and work out vigorously for an hour thrice a week. The results soon show; you lose 3-4 kilos, your skin acquires a healthy glow & there is an extra bounce in your walk. However, your mind stubbornly refuses to let go of the memories of our times together. They are too powerful, too erotic...

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Late on a weekday morning, I get ready to go to office. I'm the only one at home; my wife has gone visiting her parents (again), to attend to some property matters. I call you on your cell phone just as I step out into the lobby.

You too are home alone; your aunt & her husband have left for work earlier in the morning. You've had a late evening the previous day & have no appointments until the afternoon. You have returned to bed after your morning ablutions, intending to catch some more sleep. Your cell phone rings just as you are drifting asleep.

"Hello?" Your voice is thick with sleep.

"Come to the door!" I say gruffly.

"What..! Ohh, yes!!" You respond after a momentary hesitation as you recognize my voice. Your heart skips a beat.

"Damn! What'll I do now?" You think. You've promised yourself not to meet me again. You're scared of your obsession with me & worried that you're going to become a slave to my will. Your inner voice tells you to just ignore the call & go back to sleep. But then, you think it would be rude not to tell me to my face. You decide to meet me at the door & break off our liaison once and for all.

Having so decided, you find your legs sprinting to the bathroom. After quickly splashing water on your face to drive away the remnants of sleep, you hurry to the door, combing your fingers through your disheveled hair.

In the mean time, I wait patiently in the lobby, sure that you'll come. My patience is rewarded as your door clicks open & you stand there, looking good enough to eat. You're dressed in frilly pink pajamas. Thick, dark disheveled hair frames your face. Bright sunlight in the room behind you shines through your hair, creating a halo around your head. Your eyes are still sleepy, but your cheeks have a high color and you are breathing fast, as if you've just climbed a couple of flights of stairs.

Your face lights up the moment you see me. In spite of your best effort, you are unable to control your body's reaction; your heart leaps into your mouth, you feel a shiver run up your spine, your pussy tingles and nipples stiffen. Quite unconsciously, your stance changes; you pull your shoulders back, thrust out one hip just a little & straighten your back. There is a saucy glint in your eyes and a welcoming smile on your face.

I spend a few moments taking in your visage. I sense rather than see the change in your physique. As I eye your heaving bosom, I notice the stiff nipples poking up under the soft fabric of the pajama top. In fact I can also see the shadowy outline of dark aureole through the translucent fabric. As you see me eyeing your breasts you feel moist between your legs...

"Let's go out this weekend." I say, coming straight to the point. We are standing at the open door of your apartment. The lobby is brightly lit by sunlight streaming in through the glass front. No one else is in sight.

"No... I don't think so..." You whisper.

"Why not?" I ask.

"It's not right... We should end this... thing..." You stutter unconvincingly. Your conscience & your body are fighting it out. At this point your conscience has the upper hand.

"OK, if you say so!" I shrug, pretending not to care but nevertheless hoping that you'll change your mind.

"Thanks!" You whisper, relieved that there is no unpleasantness, at the same time disappointed that I've not persisted.

"But let me tell you, you look great!" I compliment you.

"Thank you!" You respond, blushing prettily.

Then I gesture to you to raise your arms over your head & turn around. Against your better judgment, you find yourself complying, knowing fully well that anybody chancing to come by will surely see the spectacle. Ever the exhibitionist, you are turned on by that possibility. You hold your arms high overhead, folded at the elbows & slowly turn around, standing just inside the wide open door.

The short sleeves of the pajama top slide off your arms & a luxuriant growth of underarm hair is visible through the large arm holes. It's not as if you have consciously decided to let them grow, as I've asked you to. It is just that you've not gotten around to shaving them, these past few weeks. Furthermore, you've chosen to wear short sleeved tops on a few occasions and have been gratified by the quick double takes of people as they've caught glimpses of the underarm growth... As you turn around, the outline of your breasts is clearly revealed by the backlight shining through the thin pajama top.

"Wow!" I whisper.

You blush again. All thoughts of fobbing me off dissolve as a liquid spark leaps from your nipples to your pussy. I too feel my excitement grow in my crotch. I point to your breasts and motion to you to expose them. You shake your head in the negative, dropping your arms & crossing them in front of your chest.

"Oh, c'mon! Just this once!!" I say hoarsely.

After a little hesitation your fingers creep downwards & grasp the hem of the pajama top. The thrill of exposing yourself to your lover in an open doorway with the very real possibility of someone else barging in casts a hypnotic spell on you. Entranced, you raise the hem slowly, oh so slowly... Your nicely rounded tummy with its dainty belly button is first exposed, followed gradually by the full lower curves of your breasts. You pause tantalizingly for a while and then with a gentle tug raise the top off of your breasts.

A few weeks of regular workouts have given a new tautness to your body. Your waist has lost a few inches and shows off your wide, well rounded, made-for-childbearing hips to best advantage. Although after years of marriage and a childbirth your breasts have lost their virginal stiffness, the toned pectoral muscles underneath give them a visible lift and they seem to ride higher on your chest, nicely rounded & perky. Your nipples are so engorged with arousal that they ache. Your globes rise & fall rapidly as you pant in excitement.

"Ding!" The elevator stops at the floor below. The magic moment is broken by the noise. You quickly lower your pajama top & cross your arms over your chest. Your heart continues to pound against your rib cage.

"Coffee?" You whisper, wanting to prolong our meeting. Your treacherous body has finally won the battle over your conscience. I know that I have won the weekend date.
"Why not!" I growl, quickly stepping inside your apartment & shutting the door behind me.

My hips pin you against a wall and with one hand I hold both your arms above your head. My other hand roams all over your torso. I rub my fingers against your thick armpit hair & sniff the feminine musk clinging to them. My hand sneaks under your pajama top and fondles your breasts.

"Uhhh..." You moan as I dry hump you and play with your breasts & armpits, your legs barely able to support your weight. We exchange a deep, open mouthed kiss. I nip your lower lip before disengaging. I have grown fully hard & want to take you there & then.

"I've got to go now. I've an important meeting lined up. But let's enjoy a great weekend!" I tell you, reluctantly pulling back. I explain the plan for the weekend & ask you to be ready on time. You nod wordlessly. You return to bed savoring the memory of our brief contact, breathlessly wondering what I might have in store for you on the weekend...

***

It is half past five AM on Saturday morning. You wait for me outside a suburban train station not too far from our residence. You've followed all my instructions. You've not showered in the morning; just brushed your teeth, taken a douche, rubbed yourself down with a moist towel and combed your hair. Nor have you used perfume or cologne. Unlike our previous weekend, you've picked clothes suitable for a trek. You wear a snug fitting, light blue knit cotton track suit and a pair of good walking shoes. You've tied your hair in a juda (bun) & wrapped a red printed silk scarf over it. You wear comfortable cotton panties. Under the jacket of the track suit, you wear a snug, ribbed knit white cotton top. It has very short sleeves, just about an inch long, large arm holes and a Vee neck just big enough to reveal the top of your bosom. You are braless. The track suit nicely shows off your taut thighs, rounded bottom and full bosom.

I arrive in my son's old Maruti Zen car at forty five minutes past five AM, as promised. I am a punctual man. You throw your shoulder bag in the back seat & hop in and we are on our way.

"I'm glad you didn't use perfume." I say, sniffing.

"Mm..." You respond.

"When did you shower?" I ask.

"Last night." You whisper. Suddenly you feel shy.

"Good... good!! You're going to smell just great after the trek!" I say. My hand wanders on to your thigh. Your hand covers mine & squeezes it.

"Have you done much trekking before?" I ask.

"No... not really. But I used to take part in sports in college." You respond.

"I'm sure you will find this trek enjoyable. It is not too demanding. Besides, you look really fit because of your gym workouts." I reassure you, casting an admiring glance. You beam at the compliment. In fact you have given no thought at all to whether you'll be able to cope with the trek. I've cast such a spell on you, you'd have agreed to go anywhere with me, without a thought.

We have breakfast at a food mall on the expressway. On our way up the Bhor Ghat, I point out a distant looking hill top which we will be trekking to. Your heart thuds in your chest and you dread the thought of climbing all that way up. Actually, I know it is not as bad as it looks; our car will be taking us more than halfway up there. I have carefully chosen this particular trek; I don't want you to be tired & fagged out at the end of it. By the time we reach Khandala, it is around eight o'clock in the morning. We drive into the town and then turn off on a small road. The road is narrow, pot holed & dusty. Soon, it starts climbing uphill and eventually peters out into a rutted track. I pull the car over to one side; we climb out & stretch our limbs. It is the month of March. The hills are generally parched & dry, dotted with scattered clumps of green vegetation. Children are busy preparing for their annual exams & therefore there are no tourists around. The air is still fresh & cool as we set off on our trek after drinking some water.

The dirt track becomes narrower as we progress, so that we have to walk in single file. I lead. Soon, the climb becomes steeper. I pause and look back. You are fifteen paces behind and making heavy weather of it. When you catch up, you are panting and sweating profusely. There is a fine coat of dust on your face and sweat trickling down it leaves long muddy streaks in its wake. The jacket of your track suit is damp too.

"Tired?" I ask.

"No. But this is really something!" You laugh, breathing heavily. You rest a while and take a couple of swigs of water. The water spills over and runs down your neck into your track suit.

"Here!" I say, wiping your face with a napkin I've carried in my backpack. Even with all the dust & smudges on your face, you look pretty & sexy.

"It's getting hot!" I remark as I unzip your jacket and ease it open. The wonderful aroma of sweat and musk confined within wafts up & caresses my nose. The damp cotton top clings to your sweaty skin.

"Aaahhh...!" I breathe out after having buried my face in your bosom and inhaled a lungful of a most intoxicating odor of the fresh sweat of a healthy young woman, untainted by the synthetic smells of cologne or perfume. You giggle as my nose tickles the sensitive flesh of your décolletage. My nose doesn't detect any signs of arousal. "It'll happen in good time!" I think. My dusty, sweaty face leaves smudges on your virginal white top.

I help you to take off your back pack & remove the jacket. You now wear only the cotton top, just reaching your belly button. A couple of inches of skin above the waistband of your pants are bare. Your unbound breasts sway & jiggle deliciously under the thin top as you struggle to put on the back pack. I keep your jacket with me, tying it around my waist after wiping my face with it and inhaling your musk again.

We are back on the trek, but now you are in the lead and I follow. I want you to set the pace so that you don't get too fagged out. The track hits a really steep patch. Your full, rounded ass is level with my eyes and I can see your thighs and butt muscles ripple under the snug track suit. In spite of the heat and dust, I start getting aroused. The movement of your body pulls down the waist band of the trousers. I can now see glimpses of the tops of your ass cheeks as well as your bare waist...

Although you are tired, you hate to admit it. You keep pushing yourself until at one point, you are forced to halt.

"Give me a hand please!" You beg, looking back at me.
I am ready to oblige, as ever. Soon, we are climbing again, with me slightly behind and to one side. Some times I push you up by your hips or occasionally pull you by your upper arm. We make slow progress, with you setting the pace. Inevitably, we are in close proximity and my hands make frequent contact with the bare skin of your waist, hips & upper arms. Your breasts often brush against my arm, causing me to be in a state of continuous half-arousal. In a while we reach almost level ground, close to the summit. Even then, you continue to lean against me, letting me push you forward.

We stop under a scraggly little tree that offers a bit of shade. You turn towards me and for the first time I look into your eyes. They smolder with your arousal. You rush at me & throw your arms around my neck. I hug you around your waist & straighten up. Your entire body flattens against mine and your feet dangle in the air as we exchange an open mouthed kiss. We both feel the gritty dust against our teeth as we run our tongues against each other's lips and taste the salty tang of dried sweat. I set you down as the straps of the back packs chafe against our skins. We embrace once again after divesting the back packs, savoring the touch of your soft breasts flattening against my hard chest.

"Come!" I lead you by your hand for the last few meters as we crest the slope and see the valley stretch out before us. It is a wonderful sight. In the distance we also see the highway, snaking its way up the hillside, with tiny vehicles crawling slowly on it. We see knots of people standing by the roadside, enjoying the view of the valley. They look really small. I pull out my powerful binoculars, focus them on to the highway and hand them to you.

You are taken aback as the people suddenly jump into view, seemingly close enough to touch. You can clearly see their faces. I embrace you from behind while you peer through the binoculars. My hands slip under your top and lazily brush against your stiff nipples.

"You know, they could see us too, if they knew where to look!" I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. You feel a spark fly from your ear & go down to your nipples.

"I'm going to show your breasts to them!" I tell you.

"Don't!" You whisper. But you continue to hold the binoculars & peer through them. You make no attempt to stop me as I slowly raise the hem of your top & pull it above your unbound breasts.

"Do any of them have binoculars too?" I ask, rolling your nipples between my fingers & nipping your earlobe.

"I... I... don't... know!" Your voice is barely audible. Suddenly, you let go of the binoculars & slump against me. Your knees buckle & I tighten my grip around your chest to prevent you from falling. Fortunately, the binoculars are saved as you're wearing its strap around your neck.

You have swooned due to a combined effect of tiredness, dehydration and sexual arousal. I half carry, half drag you to a shady nook a few feet below the summit. There is a flat rocky outcrop just big enough to seat two. I sit down & pull you into my lap. I pull out a can of energy drink from my backpack and offer it to you. I cradle your head against my shoulder & make you sip it slowly. We are in the shade, and a light, cool breeze is blowing. Soon, the sugar & electrolytes in the energy drink hit your bloodstream and the breeze cools you off. You feel wonderfully woozy and comfy in my lap. You wiggle a bit to find the most comfortable position & drift off to sleep, head resting against my chest. I can see your pearly white teeth between your half open lips...


Contd....

[Blue Bull]

In about fifteen minutes you wake up, refreshed & perky. You look up & my gaze locks into your eyes. You feel wonderfully intimate warmth envelop your body. You raise your face and offer your half open lips to me. I can taste the energy drink as we exchange a long, lingering, open mouthed kiss. The kiss leaves us both breathless & aroused. You encourage me with little mewling sounds as I ravish your lips, face and throat with my mouth, moving your body as needed to let me have unhindered access to your treasures. I taste the salty tang and savor the silken smoothness of your skin...

In a while, I make you stand before me & raise your arms. I bury my nose in a hairy, unwashed armpit. I can smell your arousal in the heady bouquet of scents emanating from it and taste your salty, spicy sweat as I lick the soft tuft. You feel ticklish & giggle a bit as I alternate between two armpits, but then the ticklishness disappears & your arousal ratchets up a notch as you react to the pleasure I am getting. I want to play with your breasts and move to take off your top.

"No!" You suddenly stop me, firmly holding down the hem of the top.

"What's the matter?" I ask, nonplussed.

"What if somebody there has binoculars?" You ask, looking down at the valley. We can still se knots of people in the far distance along the highway.

"Oh come on! Nobody is going to be looking at us. We're so far away. And besides, nobody will recognize us even if they are looking!" I cajole you. But you refuse to relent, rebelliously maintaining a firm grip on the hem of the top. A complex interplay of emotions goes on in your mind. There is a strange glint in your eyes as you alternately feel shy as well as thrilled at the thought of being exposed in public & you wish to please your lover as well as to torment him.

"I'll rip it open!" I threaten, getting impatient.

You stick your tongue out, provoking me even further. I grab the V neck of your top with both hands & yank it apart. Although the fabric is soft and stretchy, the stitching around the neck is strong & refuses to give way. You giggle uncontrollably at my failure.

"Just you wait!" I say angrily. I fish out my trusty Swiss Army pocket knife. In a trice, I slice through the tough stitching at the neck and yank the top apart, causing it to rip halfway down to the hem. Your beautiful, plump breasts are exposed at last, framed by the jagged edges of the ripped top.

The ripping noise has had a powerful aphrodisiacal effect on both of us, ratcheting up our arousal another couple of notches. I have trouble keeping my frenzy under control so that I do not hurt your defenseless breasts as I take my pleasure squeezing and fondling them, & twisting your nipples to my heart's content. You alternately press each breast against my face, guiding your nipple into my mouth. You mewl in ecstasy as I suckle, whispering incoherent encouragements. I sense your knees go weak & lower you gently on to the flat rock by my side while your upper body lies across my lap.

You relax luxuriantly across my lap, uncaring about your exposed upper body & waist. You lie unresisting as my hand slips under the elastic waistband of your track pants & covers your mound. You start moaning throatily & thrash your hips jerkily as my fingers stroke your cunny lips over the cotton panties. Your moans grow in intensity as you gradually approach the peak of your orgasm. Suddenly your hand stops mine. You push the track pants as well as panties down below your knees and then place my hand firmly back on your naked mound.

All your privates are now fully exposed to my gaze, in broad, late-morning daylight, out under the open sky. There are knots of people down by the side of the highway, perhaps only a few hundred meters away as the crow flies. Some of them could actually be looking at us through powerful binoculars at this very moment. But you are past caring...

Although the elastic band of the track suit around your knees doesn't allow you to spread your legs wide, you make enough room to let me slide my finger between your inner cunny lips. Fortunately, I've washed my hand a while ago after drinking water.

"Anhh... anhh... anhh..." You moan lustily as I finger-fuck your pussy and my thumb circles your clit. It takes hardly any time for you to climax. A deep shudder passes through your body and you go rigid for a while, before going limp. My finger is still buried inside you. Slowly, I start fingering you again, more gently this time. Over the next twenty minutes, you experience at least three more climaxes. Finally you exhale a deep sigh, firmly pull my hand out and shut your thighs. You have an utterly contented look on your face. I let you rest for another quarter hour and then gently make you sit up.

"I want you to suck my cock now!" I say hoarsely.

"Yess...!" You respond, licking your lips.

I spread out your jacket on the ground to cushion your knees. You kneel between my legs. Your fingers fumble with the drawstring of my Bermudas and soon my shorts and Bermudas are off my legs. I have no compunction getting naked before you, out in the open. You stare greedily at my throbbing, erect cock. The red crown is wet with precum. I watch fascinated as you lean forward and rub your face against my cock. The leaky cock head leaves a trail of sticky fluid across your cheeks, eyelids, forehead and chin before it eventually disappears inside your open mouth.

"Ahhh..." I sigh pleasurably as your hot mouth closes over the cock head and I feel your tongue flicking over it. I remove the scarf around your hair & loosen the juda. Your unbound hair spills down your shoulders, partly obscuring your breasts from view. I grab a handful of hair and guide your mouth against my crotch. You grasp my cock at the base & start sucking it.

"Hnhh... hnhh... hnhh...!" I grunt rhythmically and my hips jerk up & down as you fellate me earnestly, giving it all you've got, ignoring the gagging sensation as my crown rubs against the back of your throat. You look up & see the expression of utter ecstasy on my face. A thrill runs through your body; you're happy to pleasure your lover. The thought that people might actually be watching you suck my cock causes another surge of arousal to course through you. You experience one more climax just as I hit an intense orgasm and start spurting.

I've not had sex for more than a fortnight & as a result my sperm reservoir is full. You catch the first massive spurt in your mouth & gulp it down. You pull my cock out & look on with fascination as the following spurts land on your face, hair and your naked breasts. Finally, you lean forward and take my cock back in your mouth, licking off the last weak spurts as they dribble out. You feel utterly satiated, drained & exhausted. You feel light headed and on top of the world.

You hum under your breath as you rub my semen into the skin of your face & bosom & pull the torn edges of the top together, trying to cover up your breasts. I suggest that you to put on your jacket. You decline & instead fish out a safety pin and use it to hold the top closed at the neck. It's not much use, though. You look on slyly as I stare at your breasts playing hide & seek through the rip as we walk down. Although going downhill is much easier then climbing, we have to be careful not to slip & fall. Naturally, this involves a lot of close body contact as I support you from time to time and our hands brush against each others' bodies. By the time we return to the car, I find myself half aroused once again. Nor does this escape your attention. You place your hand on my crotch & give it a light squeeze as I start the engine.

"Wait till we get to the forest bungalow!" I whisper as I start driving...

***

It is almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we drive into my forest bungalow. My trusted caretaker has cooked hot lunch for us and withdrawn out of sight, leaving the bungalow to ourselves. We gulp down a couple of glasses of fresh chaas (a drink made from yoghurt) to quench our thirst. You snuggle up to me and your hand rubs my crotch as you raise your face for a kiss. You've become horny again during our drive and are eager to get fucked.

"Wait, just look at yourself! I'm not going to fuck a filthy bitch like you! Let's get you cleaned up first!" I exclaim.

You are taken aback at this and catch your reflection in a mirror. There is no doubt that you indeed look like something the cat dragged in. Your face is streaked with dust, sweat & smears of dried semen. Your hair is disheveled and dirty, your white top is now an indescribable shade of dusty reddish brown, streaked with dried semen and your skin shines with sweat. A rank odor of sweat & semen emanates from your body. You feel all icky, sticky & itchy too. In truth, I look only marginally cleaner, mainly because my clothes are khaki colored & I have not been rubbing semen over myself...

***

I have in fact anticipated that you will be this way and have prepared a treat for us both. I lead you to the spare bedroom in which there is a single bed with a stiff cotton mattress. The room is cool & softly lit with the afternoon sunlight seeping in through curtained windows. I spread a couple of large, thick Turkish towels on the mattress. I ask you to wait for me while I disappear into the kitchen.

I fetch a large bowl and some milk from the kitchen and a big bottle of coconut oil from the bath room. I then remove a few packets of "uttan" from my back pack that I have purchased from a little shop in Vile Parle last week. "Uttan" is a finely powdered mixture of various fragrant herbs & spices like sandalwood, poppy seeds, shikakai, khus root etc. and is used to cleanse the body prior to taking a ritual bath on auspicious occasions like Diwali. It has a gritty texture and acts as cleanser & exfoliant.

You look on curiously as I mix the uttan powder with generous squirts of coconut oil and stir in some milk, to make a thin, fragrant, gritty paste. At my suggestion, you tie your hair in a knot high on your head, so that it doesn't come in the way. I strip down to my shorts and get ready to give you a thorough cleansing.

You sit on the mattress & hold your hands out. I remove your rings, watch & bangles & then apply the paste on your hands and arms. I start with light strokes & make sure that the mixture spreads evenly all over & then start rubbing it in firmly. Soon I kneel before you and you rest your hands on my shoulders to keep them positioned properly as I rub them down vigorously. You giggle initially as you feel a bit ticklish, but then sigh pleasurably as the pressure and the heat builds up. You watch with fascination as tiny rolls of dried paste form & drop off, taking with them an exfoliated layer of dead skin cells and tiny body hair, leaving behind a healthy, shiny pink skin. The skin tingles due to the stimulation. You obediently raise your hands to let me pull off & discard your top.

I give your breasts a quick squeeze before continuing the cleansing massage. I smear the gritty paste in your armpits & rub it into the hairy tufts. You wince as some hairs are pulled out. I continue with massaging your slim neck and beautiful alabaster back. You moan pleasurably as you feel the pressure and heat all over your sensitive skin. I make you lie on your stomach and pull off your shoes, track suit and your little anklets.

"Aahhh... aahhh... aahh...!" Your moans turn to cries of pleasure mixed with pain as I massage your sore ankles, stiff calves and aching thighs. I put the full weight of my body into the massage and my sweat drips all over your skin.

"No! Don't!" You yelp & curl your toes as I vigorously rub down the soles of your feet. I then pull off your panties, exposing your full rounded rump.

"Mmm..." You respond as you feel cool air on your bare ass and hold your breath in anticipation of what's coming next... Soon, I am massaging the taut, satin skin of your pillowy globes. I find myself getting an erection as I see your ass cheeks flatten under the pressure of my hands and then bounce back to their natural round shape. I massage the "uttan" paste into the crevice between your ass cheeks too. You've never received such a massage in your life and lap up the experience eagerly.

Your face is a mask of incredible lust as I flip you over on your back and see your passion filled eyes. I then continue to massage your shoulders, chest and belly with the "uttan" paste, then moving down & covering your taut thighs too. I take my pleasure of you plump womanly body as massage it with "uttan", cleaning off all the dirt accumulated on your skin.

I nudge your thighs apart and spread the "uttan" on your pubic thatch. I massage the pubic thatch with my fingertips and gently rub the paste into the creases where your thighs join your torso, taking care not to get the gritty paste into your cunny slit.

Your entire body is now clean; all the dust, dirt, scum and dead skin cells have been scrubbed away. Your deep pink nipples and a dark purple suck mark on your shoulder stand out contrasting against your taut, fair healthy skin glowing with an oily sheen. Yet, your the natural fragrance hasn't been washed off. Your skin exudes an incredible scent of your natural musk, enhanced by the fragrance of the "uttan". It is a veritable olfactory feast.

I wipe off the gritty "uttan" from my hands, spread your thighs apart and dribble coconut oil into your slit.
"Nnhh... nnhh... nnhh...!" You moan as I hold you open with one hand and my fingers rub oil into the folds and crevices of your cunny lips. I see clear, sticky fluid dribble out of your pussy.

"Aahhh..." You scream ecstatically as I lean forward and lick up your nectar. I spread your thighs apart with my hands and continue to lick your fragrant pussy & savor its salty, slightly pungent taste to my heart's content. This is the first time I've licked your pussy. In fact, this is the first time anyone has licked it -- your hubby would never do that! You are overwhelmed by the experience.

My cheeks are wet with your juices as I sit up. You respond with little mewling sounds and jerky movements of your hips as my fingers continue to stroke your slit. It is slick with a mixture of oil and your secretions. Just naturally, my finger moves further down & lightly brushes your anus. Your eyes are locked into mine as you suddenly stiffen in response to the new sensation. In a moment, you relax & exhale softly. You spread your legs a little further apart, and your eyes film over with passion. Thus encouraged, my fingers start rubbing oil gently up & down your slit, lightly gliding over the tightly closed opening of your rectum. You seem to like my fingers touching you there. I become a little bolder & circle your anus with the oily pad of my finger. Once again, you hold your breath & stiffen and then relax. Emboldened further, I squirt more oil & press my finger a little more firmly. Amazingly, I find your sphincter relaxing a bit and feel your body heat on my fingertip as it gains entry inside.

Soon, I hear your throaty moans as you react to my finger lightly fuck your anus. I use gentle pressure & plenty of oil. I actually feel your hips jerk and push yourself back at my finger. Eventually, my finger goes in up to the second joint. You feel no discomfort and in fact enjoy the strange new sensations. I am happy that I have accidentally opened up another source of mutual pleasure in our affair & decide to return to it later...

***

I get up & strip off my shorts. My cock is fully erect. You too eagerly await my final assault.

"Are you ready?" I ask as you eye my throbbing cock.

You are too far gone to answer. I'd have loved to have you smear oil on my cock but realize that you would find it difficult in your present state. I quickly apply oil on my cock and kneel between your knees. I spread your thighs and slide your hips over my thighs, so that my cock head hovers over your out-spread cunny lips. I guide it in with one hand and thrust in. I feel the heat of your pussy as my cock lodges halfway in.

You grip my hips with your oily thighs as I bend over you & grasp your slippery shoulders. I have already climaxed once in the morning & that has taken the edge off of my passion. I now want to enjoy the pleasures of your tight young pussy in a leisurely manner. I grasp your shoulders and start thrusting powerfully, employing slow, deliberate strokes, going in up to the hilt and then pulling out almost completely before thrusting in again.

You have been aroused to such a feverish peak of excitement that after just a couple of thrusts, your body reacts like the sudden release of a tightly wound spring. You scream and buck like a wild filly as you hit a climax almost immediately. Your grip around my hips loosens and your slippery, oily body slips out of my grasp; I suddenly find my cock out of your hot cunt. I try to hold you steady & enter your pussy again, but a few thrusts later the same thing repeats. I realize that I have to find a way to grip your body firmly enough if I am to get to my goal. Then, a thought crosses my mind. You wait for me while I go down to the kitchen and return shortly afterwards with what I was looking for: a jar of semolina.

"Make me hard again!" I whisper, positioning my cock against your lips. Your hot mouth soon restores the full hardness that has been slightly attenuated during my trip to the kitchen. I sprinkle a little semolina over your slick oily shoulders, thighs & calves, but carefully steer clear of the crotch. I sprinkle semolina on my palms and test my grip on your upper arms. The dry gritty semolina lets me grip them without slippage. You wince & whimper at the sudden sensation of pain & pleasure as the abrasive semolina grinds into your delicate skin, but my experiment has been successful! Once again I mount you & position my cock at the junction between your open thighs. I don't use my hands; I don't want to get the gritty semolina anywhere near your pussy.

"Put it in!" I command. Your fingers guide the blunt cock head into your opening and I give a mighty thrust.

"Ahhh...!" You moan as my cock goes in halfway, meeting hardly any resistance. A couple of in & out movements later, it is lodged up to the hilt inside your hot cunt.

You grip my hips tightly with your thighs while I grasp your shoulders with my hands. The gritty semolina helps us to maintain a firm grasp as I start thrusting slowly, deliberately, yet forcefully. I plunge my cock deep inside and pull it almost completely out before thrusting in again. You reciprocate with answering thrusts of your hips accompanied by throaty moans.

In just a few moments, you experience lazy waves of orgasm roll in one after another while I continue to pound you with slow, deep, powerful thrusts, gradually approaching my own climax. I feel your soft, silken hot cunt grip my cock at its base as the wave of my climax crests and I ejaculate powerful jets of semen deep inside your cunt, flooding the entrance of your womb with my virile seed.

***

We enjoy long, lazy minutes of post coital bliss snuggled up against each other, uncaring for the sweat and love juices dripping & oozing all over. We then spend a half hour in the shower, lovingly lathering and rinsing each others' bodies. When we finally emerge, we are happy, relaxed & fully satiated apart from being squeaky clean and ravenously hungry.

After eating the delicious vegetarian food prepared by the caretaker, we relax in the living room, exchanging intimate small talk. Quite unselfconsciously, you tell me about your last period which was a bit spotty; you are expecting the next one to be heavy. You think it'll start sometime next week. You give me a sidelong look through your lashes as you tell me this. You don't miss the sudden spark of interest in my eyes, even though I don't respond orally...

Since you are already going to a gym regularly, I ask you to take up Kegel exercises too, to tone up your pelvic muscles. I explain that this will enhance our mutual pleasure as you would be able to grip my cock more firmly. You nod your assent, mentally planning to look up Kegel on the internet. We do not talk about the episode of anal stimulation, but the topic hovers in the background. It will wait for another day...

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[Blue Bull]

Extreme Indian Cuckold Story

(Indian husband enjoys his cuckold fantasy.)

By: Vijay_Devarkonda

My name is Rahul & my wife is Nisha, we were of same age, 33 year old when this things started happening in our life. Story is really interesting and extremely erotic and goes in smooth flow so be patient and read properly and revert with your comments on white.

We studied our engineering together and placed in reputed MNC in Bangalore, India after college. After being friend for 4 years in college and colleagues in same company for 2 years we have started liking each other and started thinking to get married.

We approached our families and being from same cast, same college and same company we didn't face in difficulties in front of us. Things worked on our side and marriage was fixed with the blessings of both families. We got married at the age of 25. Now we are well settled in life, both of us well placed, earning handsome income, our family backgrounds also were stable, we have 7 year old baby girl. We admitted her to international college in Panchami Maharashtra, one of us visit her in every fortnight. We own a 3 BHK flat in posh apartment in Bangalore.

Our daily routine was like getting up in the morning, getting ready for the office, I used to drive to office and in between we used to pick another lady called Jaya who was very best friend of my wife and used to work in our company only, working for a day and then returning again to home at evening, watching TV of something like that and end of day. On weekend we used to enjoy movies, shopping, sports etc.

As we were friends from college times we used to be very free minded and frank and after our affair started we started sharing each and everything including sex, fantasies etc. Our sex life was on top for first 3-4 years of marriage and then it started as normal routine. we did sex in all places of our house including balcony, we did roleplay, we did almost everything like bathing together, giving full body massage to each other peeing on each other etc.

Only 2 things she tried once on me but never did it again that was licking my ass and taking my cum in her mouth. Recently our sex life was just like routine like 1-2 times in a week. One of my fantasy I discussed with her was threesome or cuckolding to which she always took lightly and did roleplay with me. I used to bring this cuckold fantasy to surface every time she used to be in mood. But she never took it seriously. Our relation was so open minded that we used to tell each other if we like someone else looks, assets etc.

what I mean is if we are going somewhere and if she sees any handsome guy she used to say me "Rahul that guy is so cute" and I say then go, talk to him but she hardy did it ever and I on the other hand if see any girl/aunty with big assets I say her "look at her fabulous ass" to which her reply used to be "go press it".

One fine evening I saw her working very hard on her looks as well as her PowerPoint presentation. I asked her why she is so tensed, she said she is one of the 3 lead members preparing for the tomorrows client presentation who might give them their project which was very prestigious for our company. We work in different teams and sit on different floors. She said client team is coming for this presentation all the way from Switzerland.

I motivated her to be brave an act normal. After returning from office I asked how the day was, she was very happy and said client team specially Mr. John, was very happy with my presentation and chances are very high that our company will grab this contract.

She was right, Our Company got that project and Client team returned to our office for Kick Off meeting. She was busy in meeting for 2 days and on the last day evening there was party in hotel Sheraton where Mr. John was staying. She went home little early after finishing meeting as she wanted to be ready for the party.

I returned home as per my standard time. I was surprised to see her dressed to kill look. She was looking extremely gorgeous in black sleeveless satin knee length skirt. She had applied a very sexy combination of Lipstick, eyelashes and what not, her cheeks were pinkish, her lips were tomato red and her eye lashes were cherry red.

I was feeling to grab her by waist and take her to bed, she understood what's going on my mind and replied, dare you touch me before the party, I don't wanna mess up with my attire and makeup at all as I'm already getting late. Now c'mon get ready and drop me to hotel. I just got cleaned up, changed and we left for Sheraton hotel. While going to hotel she started telling me about Mr. John Wallace from Client team who is Project manager for this project. She was impressed with his talent, looks and personality.

John was around 36 year old, 6 feet 1 inches tall, and very handsome, young and dynamic guy who was placed at high position in his company. I laughingly said "go ahead" to which she mischievously replied are you're serious about watching me with another man? I thought she is just playing with me like every time we did before roleplay and I said off course I would be perfectly fine with it, and if he is western guy I would be more happy you enjoying with him. She said let's see. We reached hotel, I wished her good bye and asked her to enjoy party to the fullest at around 7.00 Pm. She said she will call once the party is over I said better I will visit a friend in this area and will have dinner with him and return to hotel and wait for you. Ok she said.

I called one of my friend, and had few drinks and dinner with him in a bar near that area. I returned to hotel around 10.00 Pm, and was waiting in parking I saw some of employees from her team moving out from the hotel in their cars. It was 10.30 Pm and still had not come out, almost all her team members had left, I tried calling her but she didn't answer my call. She came out of hotel at around 10.55 and we left for home. She was quite, I asked how the party was, to which she just replied it was nice. She was not talking, was looking little disturbed.

We reached home, she was still quite, went to washroom and came out after long time, changed her clothes and sat on bed. I was asking again and again, is anything wrong to which she was not replying with single word. I sat beside her took head on my chest and just started moving my fingers through her hairs. Finally she broke the silence and said, Rahul please forgive me, I did a mistake and started crying. I just replied her, I don't know what you did, but whatever you have done, I still love you like I always do.

I don't know what you did but you are telling me you did something wrong means me a lot. So first of all just relax, stop crying. After 15 mins she stopped crying. I took her to kitchen made her sit on kitchen table and started making coffee. I was just trying to make her relived and relax. I poured coffee for both of us. I hugged her very tightly. She again started crying and said Rahul I really love u but I don't know how all this happened.

I gave a cup of coffee to her and just be quite first. We took couple of sips and then I asked her, I gave her confidence that she still is the most important person of my life, just tell me clearly everything that has happened. She said she got intimate with Mr. John as he gave some signals and I couldn't resist myself. I said what exactly happened? She said after the party Mr. John invited me to his room for a special drink he has brought from Switzerland for special person like me.

As he was going to be the project manager I couldn't deny his invitation and went to his room. He poured drink for me and while giving me glass, he hold my hand and said "You're one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" we drank together, he came closer to me hold me by waist and kissed me. Before I could resist our lips were locked. I hold her hands tightly and was waiting what she will say next. She said "he kissed and smooched my breasts.

Then took one of my hand and kept on his tool. I immediately removed my hand from his tool, but he forcefully took my hand and kept there again and was rubbing my hand there. Then he lifted my skirt and moved one of his hand inside the panty and started rubbing my ass. When he moved his fingers near my pussy I regained my control and pushed him away and came our running from his room. I was not able to understand what to say, but 1st thing as a good husband I did was to hold her tightly and gave confidence that I still love her.

Coz if I had reacted negatively, she would have felt the guilt for a longer time as she had to work with Mr. John now. I said Nisha I'm really happy that you didn't hide anything from me, don't worry everything will be fine. We finished the coffee, went to bed, I took her on me, she kept her head on my chest and slept. I was imagining how John would have done this to Nisha, on the one side I was getting angry on the other side visualizing Nisha with John was making me hard.

Next day was Saturday we got up late, Nisha was looking little relaxed by now. We finished our morning tasks and was having tea together, she received a call from John, she was feared to take the call, I asked her to receive the call and put on speaker, don't be scared, she did as I told. Voice on the other side "Good Morning Nisha, How are you doing?" Nisha replied Fine, tell me. James said I'm really sorry for whatever happened last night. You were looking so beautiful, I couldn't resist myself from coming closer to you.

I saw a positive moves from your side and I lost my senses however I would say at the same time that any man on the earth would have fallen for you last night. Hope you forgive me and we will start working like nothing happened. Say something please Nisha, to which Nisha replied I'm feeling really guilty as if cheating to my husband. I told him each and everything happened last night.

Ohhh, did that create problems between you and him? James asked. She said he is the best hubby in the world one could have, he understood the situation and forgave me. "That's so nice of him. He is really a great man. I'm really thankful to him. Please convey my thanks to him. I would like to meet him personally to thanks for understanding you and the situation" James replied. Nisha said I don't know, let's talk about work in office on Monday and disconnected the call.

I said nothing and we continued our day as if nothing happened. We enjoyed movie and shopping on that weekend. Monday came and office started. On Monday evening Nisha said to me that John is asking again and again to meet you. I said her lets finish it once & for all. Let's meet him, you fix the day, time & venue. Next day itself John called us to his hotel and we went there. I saw there John for the first time, he was really Tall, handsome & dashing guy.

The moment I saw him, thought of threesome and cuckolding came to my mind. John was very soft spoken, he made us feel comfortable first and then thanked me again and again in front of Nisha for handling this situation in the coolest manner. We had a drink together and then Nisha excused us to go to the washroom. As soon as Nisha went inside the washroom, John asked me directly, Rahul don't know why but I feel you dream of Nisha being with other man.

I was shocked listening this but somewhere I started feeling he is the best guy to push my fantasy. I said who said that, he replied, when Nisha told me you forgave her I understood you have this kind of thoughts and that's why I requested her to arrange meeting between us. I know many Indian men want to see their wife with white man. Isn't it? That's true but I don't know how Nisha will react to this, I've tried many times convincing her for threesome but she never agreed. I said. You don't worry about it. He said. We exchanged our mobile numbers. Nisha came out of washroom, we change our topic to sports immediately. We wrapped up our meeting, Nisha said good bye to John and we left.

While driving back to home, Nisha looked relived and relaxed. He is a nice guy I said. She didn't say anything. Again our routine life started. John used to be in India for 2 weeks in 2 months. I next 8-10 days John has again befriended Nisha very well and they were working like professionals in office and like friends after office hours. Sometimes john used to call her in the evening ad he used to talk to me as well. Saturday morning there was John's flight and he invited us for dinner on Friday evening. We went to his hotel. Had a nice Drink & dinner we spend some quality time together.

John called me once after reaching Switzerland and asked me Rahul are you seriously thinking to convert your fantasy into reality. I said I need some time to think. John said that's perfectly fine. Take your time and revert me. I thought a lot and finally decided to go ahead. After all he was western guy with impressive personality, professionally well placed. He called me after 2 days and asked so Rahul what's your decision. I said will you treat her respectfully? Is there any doubt about it he said? Ok my last point is what's your tool size? He said its 8 inches. I said let's do it.

John started saying "Great, Now do as I say, follow my instructions. Reduce having sex with Nisha, praise me in front of her all the time and give her freedom in all the ways. I'll do my part. I guarantee you very soon your fantasy dream will come to reality.

For the next 1.5 months I started either avoiding having sex with Nisha or used to cum very soon leaving her unsatisfied. I never left any chance of praising John in front of her. One day john called me and said you are going right, Nisha is felling unsatisfied and disturbed coz of you. I asked him in shock, how do you know it? John Laughed and said, I'm also working hard on my side Rahul. Now listen I'm coming to India, in next week, you and Nisha come to receive to me on airport. You don't say anything to Nisha, she will tell you about this. I said ok and we disconnected the call.

Next week Nisha told me John is coming to India tomorrow and he will be happy if we can receive him at the airport. I said fine, we will go. We started driving to airport, Nisha was looking beautiful and I could see her happy. We reached airport and was waiting for John. John came out with his luggage trolley, he shook hands with me and requested me to keep luggage in car, and moved to Nisha, He shook hands with Nisha and hugged her, I was in shock to see Nisha too hugging him tightly with a smile.

I kept his bags in car and came to drive seat, Nisha said, Rahul I will accompany John on the rear seat, as it won't look good we both sitting in front and John alone on rear. I started driving and both of them sat in the rear seat. While driving to his hotel, we were passing through heavy traffic areas I was concentrating on driving, suddenly I saw in the mirror that John was holding Nisha's hand they were looking at each other like a lovers.

We reached at the hotel, Hotel staff came to pick up the luggage and we got down from the car. I couldn't resist myself, went and asked, what the hell you did to her that she is acting like your lover. He said when you started kind of ignoring her, I started taking her extreme care. John completed check in formalities and we went to his room. He went to washroom, freshened up himself, changed and we left for dinner. We had couple of drinks and then dinner, John had made little hard drinks for Nisha and she was felling high.

We took john permission to leave and I went to bring the car. I came with the car, John and Nisha were talking, john said good bye to Nisha and they hugged next shock came as John kissed Nisha on lips. Nisha separated her lips from john after 8-10 seconds, came and sat in car. After reaching home, Nisha went straight to the bed, I removed her sandals, changed her clothes and made her sleep neatly.

Next morning was Sunday, we woke up, had tea and was reading and watching newspaper. I asked Nisha, Do you know what you did last night? She said I know I was feeling high and John kissed me. Everything happened in front of you, then why are you asking me? I was surprised by her reply. She continued anyhow I've not done anything behind you. Let me be very clear to you your Rahul, I love you from the bottom of my heart and I hope you too respect my feeling.

Now it was you who wanted to see me with other man. I assure you if and only if you allow me, I will do it and even if I do it, my love for you will never be affected. I consider your idea of watching me with other man is also your way to express love to give me pleasure in life. Isn't it? I mumbled, off course you can, when I said you cheated me.

Then let me tell you Rahul, I like John. You too praise him a lot, right. Nisha said. That's nice finally you liked someone I said. Honey I trust you, I too love you from the bottom of my heart, I have no issue if you want to enjoy life and yes it's my way of expressing love for you by allowing you to have fun with variety of men.

I'm not sure about variety of men Rahul but yes I'm going to do it with John, now.

Alright Honey, I'm happy for you, just one request is, don't hide anything from me. Coz our relationship is based on trust and we can't afford it to be broken.

Rahul did you notice the bulge in your undies when we were discussing me with John, I think you are dying hard to see us together. I just laughed and kept quiet.

On Monday I think Nisha and John discussed all that happened on Sunday and they had planned something. 2 days later it was Nisha's B'day. I called John and planned a gift for her. Me and John didn't tell anything to Nisha about the gift.

Only we told her that we will have party for her B'day in Hotel, we will invite our very few close friends. On her B'day we went to Hotel directly from the Office, some of our common friends were there in the party. When party was getting over, me and john started working on our plan. John came to Nisha and said "Many many happy returns of the day one more time Nisha, I've to go now. See you tomorrow." I had given keys of our house to John. John Left. I and Nisha were there till all the guests left. Then we started driving back to our home, then

Nisha said, Rahul you have not given me any gift yet.

I "Your gift is waiting at home dear. We reached home, as soon as we opened the house Nisha asked for gift.

I closed her eyes and took her to the bedroom, John was lying there on our bed with his underwear only. Nisha laughed at first and then kissed me, thanks Rahul, I liked your gift a lot.

I too saw John naked for the first time, he was tall, well built, hairless strong chest, build up abs, and there was little small bulge in his underwear. I told them to enjoy and have fun. I came out of the bedroom and just pulled the door making sure that it doesn't get locked. I started watching from the key hole.

Nisha sat on bed, and they started looking at each other, John pulled her towards him. They started kissing slowly. John kept his one hand on Nisha's right boob and started caressing her, John's hands also were bigger than me. Nisha started moaning coz of hard caressing by the strong hands of John.

John took Nisha's hand and inserted it inside his Undie. Nisha grabbed his cock and started shaking it, John removed Nisha's top and skirt. There was my lovely wife of 8 years in her bra and panty seating on a Western man. My cock started getting hard, Nisha herself removed bra and showed her left boob in John's mouth. John started sucking her boob and Nisha was stroking his cock. John directed her to remove his undie, Nisha did as told, bingo, the monster 8 inches cock was out of the tent. Nisha was amazed to see that big cock.

I inserted my hand in my undie and started shaking. John pulled down Nisha's panty.

John asked Nisha to come in a 69 position, now Nisha's clean shaved pussy was right in from of John's mouth. Without any delay Nisha took the monster meat in her mouth and started sucking. I noticed it was difficult for her to accommodate that monster cock as her mouth was used to my 6 inches small dick. John's cock was double thicker than me in circumference. Still Nisha was trying her hard to pleasure john.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

On the other hand john was fucking Nisha's pussy with his tongue. Nisha was moaning in ecstasy. They were pleasuring each other in 69 position for almost 8-10 minutes. Their clothes were lying here and there all over our bedroom. John lowered nisha little bit in and moved his tongue to Nisha's ass. Nisha was sucking his balls and cock. After 5 minutes or so they stopped.


John asked Nisha to take out the condom from the bed drawer. Nisha asked, did u keep these condoms here? John replied, Rahul has arranged your gift, you better ask him. Nisha took the condom out of the driver and gave it to John, c'mon put it on, it's your responsibility from now onwards to put the condom.

Nisha smiled and started tearing the condom packet. Nisha said John you really have got a monster cock. I'm not sure my pussy is ready for this big meat. As it is used by my hubby's small dick only.

Don't worry Nisha I will make sure that you enjoy with me, yes there might be a little pain in the beginning but your tight pussy will be perfect for me and it can take me inside. Nisha took out the condom from packet one hand and started sucking john again, after 1 minute she put the condom for its duty.

I had told John clearly that they will do it with condom only. I was happy that John did as I told him. Nisha came on top and was trying to take John inside her. But she was not able to for herself on his cock. John asked her to come in a missionary position and started rubbing his cock on my wife's pussy. He started slowly pressing head of his dick inside Nisha. Nisha shouted, john stopped in position for a while he allowed my wife to settle and then started slowly pushing inside.

Finally I could see my wife was being fucked by tall and strong gym-toned western guy. They changed positions from Missionary to doggy to woman on top, side by side and again back to missionary. I was amazed by John's stamina. I had never fucked Nisha for more than 6-8 minutes in one go. And here john was fucking her in different positions for more than 25 minutes now. I had already passed out my cum in just 5-7 minutes. I was looking at them and was playing with my small flaccid dick.

John was about to cum, he started stroking heavily and my wife was moaning like never before. She had her hands on John's ass and was pulling him harder with his every stroke. Finally john came inside my wife. And fell on her. After sometime he got up from Nisha, I could see his flaccid dick was also very thick and bigger. I heard Nisha saying, thanks john for the gift, I had never experienced sex like this before. I'm feeling like complete woman today.

John said, it's just the beginning dear, there is a lot more to come. And yes you should thank your hubby who arranged this gift for you. Off course I will thank him in the morning. Then the movement and voice both stopped.

I also went to bed. I woke up early in the morning. Freshened up myself, prepared tea for me and Nisha and coffee for John. I went to bedroom with cups of tea and coffee. There was my loving wife lying naked with another man's leg in between her legs on our marital bed. There were 2 used condoms on the bed side table with John's cum in it.

I understood they have done in again after I slept. John was about to awake and I could see his morning hardness. I wished good morning to john, went close to Nisha, kissed her on the cheeks and said good morning darling, wake up, She woke up and tried covering herself. I pulled her cover and said feel free and relax.

I gave them cups and asked my wife, honey hope you liked your gift. She kissed me, hugged tightly and said yes, this is the best gift I have ever received. Thanks a lot darling. While drinking tea, I collected their underwears, bra and other clothes and kept them neatly. We finished our cups, both of them were still naked, I had called cab for John, he dressed, kissed Nisha and said good bye, He had to go to hotel and come to office. Nisha went to washroom and took the used condom with her.

We started getting ready for the office. We left for the office, on the way we picked jaya for office. Jaya noticed my wife's happy face and said looks like your bday night was very special, what gift Rahul gave you. Nisha replied "It's personal" and they both laughed together.

Our routine life started again, and then it was John's time to leave for Switzerland, day before leaving, Nisha invited John for a dinner. I understood there could be next sex session in both of them. We had a dinner and then my wife wrapped up things very fast and we were enjoying ice cream in the hall. John said to my wife, Nisha. Let's begin the fun, I'm going to the bedroom. Nisha came to me, kissed me on the lips and said good night darling. She went to our bedroom and closed the door. I sat in hall watching TV.

After 15-20 minutes I heard my wife calling me, I went to bedroom, they were in 69 position, my cock went rock hard watching that, Nisha said, darling, john wants a glass of water, can you please get him. I went to kitchen and returned with a glass of water. I saw Nisha spitting on john's cock and balls and sucking it like hungry k** craves for lollypop. I offered water to John but he was not taking his head out of my wife's pussy.

I stood there looking at them finally after couple of minutes john took the glass from me. John drank the water and returned the glass to me. My wife said thanks a lot honey, you can go now. Next morning was same like their 1st encounter, 2 used condoms, clothes lying here and there, they were sleeping naked. Next day John left for the Switzerland.

When John was in Switzerland our routine life was going on, I noticed few changes in my wife she mostly used to use only panty when at home, started grooming her entire body like a

Year old girl, started visiting parlor regularly. We used to have sex times in a week, but I observed she was not getting satisfied at all like she used to be earlier. John's stamina of 20-25 minutes of pounding has overtaken her interest in sex with me. But she never told me like that.

Once while going to office, my wife asked me, how serious you are about your cuckold fantasy. I said I would like to try it. She immediately said if you just want to try it I'm not ready, but if you want it to be for long time, I can think of it. Coz if we try it once there are 2 possibilities. One is if we do it and I like the game and you don't, then I will want to do it again and again and you may not which will disturb me. Second is once you become cuckold and normal again, I would be confused on how to treat you. I suggest you take time and answer me.

I was thinking about what to say to Nisha in the evening. If I accept to be her cuck hubby I will have to do whatever she and her lover/s tell me to. I might not get similar love from my wife there onwards etc. hundreds of thoughts were running through my head.

In the evening after returning from the office, she asked me, so honey, what have you decided?

I said, darling, I want to clarify few things first. If I accept to be a cuckold, will your love for me hampered?
"Never" she answered very fast.

Will it be between you me and your lover only?

Off course Rahul, how the hell I can tell someone else about it, after all, we have to live in the same society.

Let me assure you, we will be same husband and wife for the entire world. I will respect and love at the highest priority except for our personal sessions.

Do you think cuckolding will give you pleasure?

I don't know Rahul after you gifted me, John, I read a little about cuckold and watched some videos. I think I might like the idea.

Alright, then dear I'm ready to be your cuck hubby.

That's so nice of you Rahul, I love you a lot.

So when to start? I asked her. She said I have a good idea. Next week there is John's bday and he will be coming to India next to next week. Let's give him a surprise. On John's bday, we had a skype call, we wished him. John asked for his gift. My wife told him, that your gift is waiting in India for you.

John arrived in India, we went to the airport to receive him. I kept his bags in the car, and we started driving back. As usual, Nisha sat behind with John, they started kissing and caressing each other like a 22-year-old couple. John asked for his gift. My wife told him today evening you will get your gift in our home. We dropped him at the hotel and returned home. It was Saturday morning.

Nisha and john fixed the time for the evening over the phone. Nisha had prepared for this special evening, she had ordered slave kind of dress from an online site. She asked me to wear it. Nisha was grooming herself for this special day in our life. She was looking bombshell in one piece black colored sleeveless dress. Her assets were boozing out of the dress, her free and long hairs, dark red lipstick and what not. I saw her wearing new and provoking bikini set she had bought for this special evening.

We were ready and were waiting for John. Finally, doorbell rang, I was sitting in the corner of bedroom where Nisha ordered me to be. John came in, I heard door closed again. John complimented Nisha, I've never seen you in such a beautiful attire before. You are looking extremely gorgeous today. Nisha told, John your gift is waiting inside. Then let's go baby, john answered.

John lifted my wife in his arms and they came in bedroom. I was sitting in corner with slave dress it was just like thong barely covering my dick, a belt around my neck. John kept Nisha on bed and started laughing. What is this Nisha? Nisha answered its your gift John, my hubby has accepted to be our cuckold from today.

Oh really, the it's the best b'day gift I have ever recd. But before accepting this gift, I've few conditions which I feel you both should know. If your hubby accepts to be the cuckold there will be some rules which he & you need to follow strictly. Nisha replied laughingly, anything for you honey. John said I will give list of primary rules in couple of days but to start with, 1st and most important rule is to obey all the orders without hesitation. I said can I say something. Both of them said yes. I said I will do most of the things except for being human toilet. To which they both looked at each other and said we accept that.

My wife ordered me to undress john, while they were kissing each other. I went near them, took off John's T shirt, they continued kissing and john was caressing her boobs. Nisha signaled me to take off john's pant. I did as ordered. I could see little bulge in John's undie. I was rock hard while pulling his pants down thinking in mind, I'm pulling a man's pant who is going to fuck my wife now. They saw bulge in my pant and Nisha said so you liking this show haaa . I said yes mam.

John lifted Nisha vertically while sucking her boobs and signaled me to lick her pussy from the bottom. I was sitting in from of john and licking nisha's pussy by sidelining her thong. John's dick was right in front of me while licking nisha's pussy upside. After some time John kept Nisha on bed. My wife was sitting on bed with her dress pulled down by john leaving her boobs opened. Rahul please take off john's undie for me. I went near john, john was standing close to my wife seating on bed. I pulled his undie down and his dick shoot out with salute. Now collect all his clothes and put them properly and come here again, said Nisha.

I folded John's T shirt and Undie and kept it on the table and hanged his pant to the hanger. Again I went and sat near bed, Nisha took John's Cock in her hand and said, look at this big manly cock, it makes me go mad when it goes inside my pussy, I feel like real woman. She started sucking john's cock. After sometime they went in 69 position. John told me to bring some juice for both of them. I went to kitchen, poured juice in 2 glasses and brought them in a tray. I gave them glasses. They slept beside each other and took glasses from me.

Nisha ordered me to get the condom from the drawer, I took a piece of condom and went to bed, Nisha was sucking john. I took out the condom from packet and was giving it to my wife. Oh wait wait wait, here come your 1st rule cucky said John, from today onwards it will be your duty to be ready with condom and put it on my cock before I fuck her in front of you. I had no option. I went near his cock, Nisha gave his cock in my hand, I kept condom on his cock head and started pulling it down through the shaft. My cock was iron hard with the situation. I was putting a condom on another man's cock to fuck my wife and my wife was enjoying it. As a cuckold I was enjoying this new things a lot.

John was lying on bed, my wife came on top of him. Nisha was guiding his cock to her pussy, it went in but again came out sliding. John ordered me, cucky help your wife to take my cock inside her pussy. I held his cock and pushed it inside my wife's pussy. I couldn't control myself and started stroking my dick, I came in just 20-30 seconds. Both of them started laughing and Nisha said, looks like cucky enjoying looking his wife riding real mans big cock. She looked at me and said even before start me fucking, you came. Now see how john fucks your wife.

John was fucking my wife in from of me in different positions for about 20-25 minutes. They were sipping their juices and I was seating their holding their glasses. I was enjoying my cuckold fantasy for the first time. A western man fucking my wife and I was serving them. Finally john came inside Nisha. Nisha fell on John. They were quite for about a minute, and then they both slept beside each other.

It was fucking hot scene. My wife was lying naked beside a man who has fucked her hard in different position. He was lying with a condom on his cock with his cum & I a cuckold seating beside bed watching them. After some time Nisha called me to take off the condom from John's cock. I went and removed condom from his cock. Nisha told me to wipe and clean his cock with tissue and then with napkin. I did as ordered like a obedient cuckold.

Nisha kissed John's cock and said thanks to him. John went to Bathroom to pee. Nisha was still lying on bed. John came out of the toilet and asked me wipe urine off his cock with tissue. Here is your 2nd rule cucky. "Every time I finish fucking your beautiful wife, you need to take off the condom from my cock, hold my cock and take me to bathroom for peeing. Hold my cock wile I pee in commode, flush, clean my cock and bring me back".

I felt humiliated but now I had no option. Nisha told me to prepare coffee for both of them. They went to the hall naked, switched on the TV. I went to kitchen, made coffee and took it to the hall. My wife was sitting on john's lap with holding his cock in her ass crack. I gave them coffee. Nisha ordered me to rearrange the bedroom and bring their cloths.

I went to bedroom corrected bed, organized each and everything like it was earlier. Collected nisha's bra, panty & dress and John's undie t shirt and pant. And came to hall. They had finished their cups. John went to Washroom. Nisha told me to stand outside bathroom with towel in hands. John came out of the washroom. Took towel from me and dried himself. He went to hall. Nisha called me and told me to dress John. Start with t shirt she said. I helped John to wear a t shirt. Then I took her undie and sat below. John inserted his legs in undie I was pulling his undie up, John stopped me in between. He told me to get Nisha's lipstick, I brought Nisha's dark red lipstick. John told Nisha, I need your lip marks on my cock and ass. He ordered me to apply lipstick on my wife's lips.

One more fucking hot scene I was going through. I was putting lipstick on my wife's lips to kiss another man's cock and ass so that he can have lip marks on his assets. Nisha took John's cock in hand and kissed it along the length leaving a complete lip mark. She turned john and was about to kiss his ass cheeks. John told me again to apply lipstick. I did as told. Nisha gave 4 lip marks on John's both ass cheeks. Now pull the undie up, said john to me. Make sure that you don't wipe off my girlfriend's lip marks he said to me. Then I helped him to wear pant.

John was about to leave, Nisha was still naked, I was still in my slave dress and belt on my neck. John told me to remember the rules as he don't like to tell the rules again and again. John left.

Nisha told me to make the bathroom ready as she wanted to take shower after long fuck session. I arranged things in bathroom for her shower. She asked me to change my dress too.

In the evening we went to some routing domestic shopping, had dinner outside. While returning she asked me, Rahul did you like today's session. I said yes, did you enjoy today. She said it was the best day of my life. I'm very lucky to have hubby like you, who is happy to become cucky to see his wife happy. Thanks Rahul. Hope to enjoy more and more.

After 3 days after returning from office I saw John and my wife at home, both of them were naked and having coffee. I greeted them, went to bedroom, changed and came to hall. John said Cucky today you need to clean our pubic hairs. Go and bring hair remover, trimmer etc and prepare for it. My wife said, john lets do it with Hair removing cream as it makes me feel very soft down there. Alright, john answered. Both of them came to bed and lied on their back with spreading legs. 1st apply cram on my cock and Nisha's pussy. John ordered me.

I took spatula and started applying cream on my wife's pussy and then on John's cock, balls and surrounding area. John played songs on mobile and told me to wait for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes my wife told me to go to bathroom as hair remover cream and pubic hairs has to be wiped off. My wife came in bathroom with John. I took shower spray and started spraying water on their pubic areas. And started removing hairs by hand. Then I dried my wifes pussy and john's cock with the towel and then they went to bedroom again. I cleaned the bathroom and came to bedroom, both of them were lying on their stomach.

My wife told me to apply cream now on their anus and surrounding area. What a scen it was, my wife was lying with her lover and telling me to clean hairs around her and her lover's ass. I took cream on spatula, hold spatula in one hand parted her ass cheeks to see her anus clearly and started applying cream. After finishing with her, she ordered me to do it carefully with john as she want to see his ass completely clean shaved. I parted John's ass cheeks and applied cream uniformly everywhere. Again we went to bathroom and I washed off their asses, dried off cleaned bathroom and came back. Nisha ordered me to apply moisturizer to her pussy and ass. I did as told then she told me to apply moisturizer to John's ass and cock.

After applying moisturizers John said, It really feels very smooth down there. Cucky here is your 3rd rule, you need to take care of my Ass and Cock and Nisha's ass and pussy, keep them clean, remove hairs, in short grooming of our private parts will be your responsibility.

It had become routine kind of thing for us, I also got used to as a cuckold. JOhn's coming home, me opening door for him, taking off his shoes and clothes, watching them naked all the time, putting condom on his cock before he fucks my wife in front of me, taking off condom from his cock after they are done, cleaning his cock, cleaning Nisha's pussy, grooming their private parts etc etc. I had accepted it as my duties.

Many more similar sessions happened at our home and in John's hotel till he was in India during this trip for around 2 months. We all enjoyed a lot. We will have many more erotic sessions on my next trip said john while we were dropping him at the airport. Rahul, you will have surprises for your life on my next trip.

John came to India again, Nisha was looking very happy this time. I was not able to understand why John and Nisha were looking so happy this time. The biggest bomb strike me after listening to their request. Though they were trying to make it sound like request but I felt it was like "For your information". John said, Cucky listen to me carefully and then answer. I want to get married to Nisha, Don't worry about the world as only you, me and Nisha will be aware of this fact and it will be like inhouse thing, nobody would come to know about it. 

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I replied but why the hell do you want to do it. You are enjoying with my wife, you have done everything with her, I have no objection for this but why this marriage and all. To which he replied, it's just for sense of ownership, belongingness. With this marriage 3 of us will be bound together may be for lifetime. We 3 will be each other's responsibility, we can love with more passion. Nisha was listening to us. I asked her, what do you thing Nisha. Nisha Said, John spoke to me about this idea, his plan is to get married with me here in this house only and there will be nobody from outside, I don't know what to say.


I asked her are you willing to do it. Honestly, I'm in 50-50 situation at the moment. Marrying john will make me feel that whatever I did with him till date is legal now and the best part will be that nobody knows about it and still I will feel it doing it right. Moreover having 2 hubby's will make more attentive and feel loved double, she replied.

John assured me that it's just 1-day event, nothing will change between us. Still, you will be the 1st and legal hubby of Nisha. We can add more and more spice to our routine life. Isn't it Nisha? Nisha nodded positively. I need time to think, I said. Alright, let me know by evening replied john.

I thought a lot about this and listed positives and negatives. Positives were, We could enjoy lavish & luxury in the world which John would be offering us, there would have been a possibility of relocating to Switzerland, moreover it would be the biggest kink of allowing my wife to marry another man and only I would be the third person knowing about it. Negatives were, I was worried that Nisha would stop loving me.

Next day john, my wife and me met again to discuss, I discussed all the positives and negatives, john assured me that his priority will be to relocate us to Switzerland, and he will not discuss or tell about this marriage to anyone in the world. My wife told me that "you are the first love of my life and you know a woman never forgets her first love. After all I'm a human and a human can fall in love multiple times, you know".

Finally I agreed to their plan and both of them were looking extremely happy. John said, thanks for understanding us Rahul, You are the best hubby a woman can have in this world. I want you to have sex with Nisha today. Nisha too said, off course I wanna get fucked by you darling Rahul. I thought John will leave us but he waited there, Nisha pulled me on bed and started kissing wildly. I was nervous as I had never fucked Nisha in front of John. Off course I was feeling like competing with John to satisfy my wife. I know I was not as strong and hard fucker like John and was feeling Nisha will be left unsatisfied in front of john.

I and Nisha had a foreplay in many positions, Nisha had become dominating in bed, she wanted me to lick her pussy and anus, but I was able to notice that my wife was not enjoying foreplay and sex as much as she enjoys with John, reason was clear, John was alpha strong man and very much qualified in satisfying woman. Still I was trying my best to satisfy her. Nisha's pussy was stretched a little bit coz of regular use by John's. Nisha sucked me and asked me to insert her. I inserted her and started stroking, Nisha's facial expressions were clear that she was not feeling me, but was pretending to be enjoying the fucking session with me. I came inside Nisha after 2-3 minutes.

I went to washroom and cleaned myself and came out. My wife was lying on bed and John was sitting beside her and they were kissing each other. Will you please clean my pussy darling, said my wife to me. I took tissues wiped off my cum from my wife's pussy, then cleaned her pussy with napkin. Meanwhile Nisha and John were lip locked. Then Nisha went to washroom to clean herself. I weared my clothes, me and john came to hall and were waiting for Nisha. Nisha came to hall naked only and sat on John's lap.

Nisha ordered Pizza for dinner. Let's plan our wedding John, said Nisha. Rahul please open your laptop and note down the list of activities. Nisha I want it to be Indian style wedding so it will be nice if you list the activities as per traditional Indian wedding as you must have seen many weddings. Alright honey, Nisha answered John. Darling please note, Nisha told me

1. Bride Shopping

a. Saree

b. Jewelry

c. Inner wears

2. Groom shopping

a. Dress

b. Innerwear

3. Mangalsutra

4. Mehndi

5. Bride makeup

6. Groom Makeup

7. Pere & Pooja

8. Entry to home

9. Bedroom Decoration

10. 1st night

Done, thanks Rahul. I asked Nisha, I have few doubts, how are you planning this Phere and Pooja? Don't worry Rahul darling, it will be audio cassette, played in low volume. There will be hawan and we will take phere around it. And what about Mangalsutra and mehendi, why do you need new mangalsutra nad what you will tell about this mehendi to friends in office. Relax honey without mangalsutra how can this marriage be even complete? And I will tell friends that I had been to a relative's marriage. That's all. My wife was telling me all this while seating naked on her lover's lap who is going to be her 2nd hubby in few days.

We ate pizza and then John took our leave and went to Hotel. Nisha and John had planned shopping on weekend.

All three of us went to the mall on Saturday. John selected Nisha's Saree, and Nisha selected John's dress, Mangalsutra. Nisha selected costly mangalsutra, John paid for entire shopping. After returning home Nisha opened adult shopping websites and started browsing men undies. John also joined her. I will select your undie for our 1st night, said Nisha to John. Why not, I will be the one selecting your bra and panty after all dear, john replied. They selected multiple pairs if innerwear. Nisha told me to bring my debit card to pay for it. Nisha was paying from my account for her and her 2nd hubby's Innerwear which they wanted to wear on their wedding.

Then Nisha started browsing for parlors providing bridal packages. She was searching for parlors from Mysore, I understood she was taking complete care to keep it secret and that's why she avoided parlors in Bangalore. She selected one, took their number. She called on that number discussed everything in detail disconnected the call. She asked me to download Mantras for Phere. I did that. Then she told me to finalize bedroom decorator also from Mysore. I selected couple of good decorators and noted their numbers. Spoke with them and finalized one decorator.

I asked my wife when you are planning to get married with John by the way. Next Saturday answered John, we had discussed this and that why we want to finish most of the tasks this week. Nisha requested me to find Hawan pot for Phere and kalash for Bride entry to house.

Nisha told me the plan, first we will call decorator to decorate the bedroom. And then parlor person will come to make me and john ready. While we get ready, you should make Havan and phere mantra ready. Phere should start at 7.00 Pm. Once it is done, you need to fill the kalash with rice and keep it on door entrance. When there is no one in the corridor, I will go out and then come inside with John crossing kalash. Then we will offer prayer to god.

Finally the day came, Decorator reached our home in the morning and started decorating the bed and bedroom. He finished his task in 2.5 hours and left. After 30 minutes around 2 pm parlor lady came she went to other bedroom and started grooming John, John was ready wearing his maroon colored sherwani meanwhile Nisha was getting ready with my help. She wore her specially ordered bra which was black in color and was barely covering 25% of her boobs and there was a thing which had written officially yours in pussy side and a string on rear side which was hidden between her as cheeks. She started wearing her blouse and petticoat. Then she wore her Wedding saree which had a matching color with john's Sherwani.

After around 30 minutes Parlor lady had groomed john completely. John was looking extremely handsome in maroon sherwani. Then Nisha came in bedroom and parlor lady started working on Nisha. Nisha had already finished waxing, facial, mehandi etc one day before. After about 1.30 hours Nisha was ready with the complete makeup. I paid to parlor lady and asked her to leave.

Then I started setting up Pooja, hawan pot, phere mantras and all. I called John and Nisha to the Hall to start the Phere, I was calling my wife and her lover who was going to be her husband now to get married in my home itself. They cam and sat near the Pooja, I gave Mangalsutra and kumkum to John. He Filled kumkum in Nisha's hairs and then put mangalsutra around her neck. Then I played the Phere mantras and tied knot of Nisha's saree with John's Chunari. They started taking turns around the hawan pot. Finally the rituals were over and Nisha was now married to John officially. I Had clicked few photos of all this rituals as told by Nisha.

They went and sat on sofa and I started removing all stuff from the place and clean everything.

It was around 8.30Pm, Generally all the people in our apartment close their doors for night at around 8 pm.

Nisha asked me to check for next ritual's possibility. I opened the door and checked outside, doors of all the other flats on our floor were closed. I wend and prepared a kalash filled with rice, placed a paper near the door and placed the kalash on doorline. I checked once more the doors of our neighbors. Nisha went with John outside the flat, My heart was beating like a hell in a worry that nobody should see them in this attire. My wife was standing in door with her new husband and was supposed to enter our house one more time as a newly wed bride of her 2nd hubby. She touched the kalash so that rice gets spilled out of kalash as the new bride enters the home. John followed Nisha. Nisha took him to Small prayer room and they took blessings from the god.

I checked outside, thank god nobody seen us doing all that. I offered juice to newly wed bride and groom and went to clean the door area. John and Nisha finished the juice and then moved to bedroom. I prepared the Milk with all the ingredients which Nisha had bought few days ago to enjoy her Suhaagraat with her new hubby, I made it as told by Nisha and took it to the bedroom. They were lip locked. Nisha took the glass from me and gave it to John saying, This is a special milk for our suhagraat. This will help us to have best sex we ever had.

John took the glass from her, thanked me and Nisha and drank it completely. I congratulated both of them for their marriage and was moving out of bedroom. John called me and said hey Rahul, I might need your help today, I'm not used to remove this Indian clothes of Nisha please stay back here. I did as ordered by john. They started kissing, john started removing Nisha's jewellery and ornaments one by one. Nisha gestured me to come and remove john's clothes for her. I went and helped john to take off his sherwani and hang it to the hanger.

Then she ordered me to take off his pant. I removed his pant and kept it aside. Nisha requested me to record her suhagraat with john as she felt it's going to be the best sex of her life. I took the camera and started recording as told. John asked my help to remove the saree, blouse and petticoat of Nisha.

I was taking off my wife's clothes on her suhagraat with her 2nd hubby. John took off her bra and panty and started kissing and smooching her passionately. He turned Nisha back towards him and started caressing her boobs from backside. i could see nisha's nipples had gone very tight and erect. John lifted Nisha and placed her on bed and started licking and fucking her pussy with his tongue.

Nisha started moaning loudly. Then john stood and lifted Nisha in such a way to do 69 in standing position. Sometimes looking at them I feel I could have never satisfied Nisha in all such positions. Western men are really superior to Asian men. Nisha was sucking john's cock and john was licking Nisha's pussy. after sometime john asked Nisha to come in doggy style and started fucking her asshole with his tounge. Nisha was moaning with very high peak now. I understood this was the best anal fun she was having today. Milk had started showing its effect.

After some time Nisha asked john to get laid and started sucking his cock and balls. Then she asked john to raise his legs in air and started licking his asshole. This was 1st time I saw my wife licking asshole. She never did it with me but was doing it happily for her 2nd hubby. Then she asked me to pause the video and help her to hold john's leg in air so that she can eat his ass. I was holding John's leg and my wife was sucking his asshole. My dick was hard like iron rod by now. I was feeling jealous as Nisha never agreed to lick my asshole but was doing it happily for john. John was moaning by the touch of nisha's tongue on his asshole.

After sometime Nisha said to john, c'mon fuck me now, fuck me like anything today darling. I paused the video and went to take the condom from the drawer as it was my duty to put condom on John's cock before they fuck. Nisha said wait wait wait Rahul, now he's my hubby and he too owns this pussy completely like you. Henceforth you are free of your duty of putting condom on his cock.

But I said what if you get pregnant? We'll think about it later but today I want to feel his cock, I want his cock touch my pussy without any protection. John was lying on bed and Nisha came on top of him. She started riding his cock very fast. I could see her new mangalsutra and bangles moving with her and making noise. After some time Nisha went down and john came on top in missionary pose.

John fucked Nisha in the missionary position for some time and then they were doing it in doggy style. Nisha was bent on her hands which had mehndi on them. John was pounding Nisha very heavily. The sound of john's body humping against Nisha's ass was very loud today, I had never heard such a loud sound of their humping earlier. Also, Nisha's moans were also very loud today. I saw a blood coming out of Nisha's pussy and I was little worried for her but she was enjoying it. I could see it from her face.

Generally John cum's in 12-15 minutes but today he fucked Nisha for almost 20 or more minutes and finally shoot his entire load inside nisha's pussy and he fell on Nisha in missionary position. I waited there for some time to allow them to regain their senses. And offered them cold water. I asked Nisha how she bleed today, to which she said she wanted to offer a virgin pussy to john on their suhagraat, so she had undergone Hymenorrhaphy.

Hearing that I understood Nisha was seriously in love with John. After hearing this John kissed Nisha and said I had best sex of my life today, thanks for that virgin pussy you offered me today. Nisha told me to clean her pussy and John's cock. For the first time I was cleaning my wife's pussy which was covered by semen of another man, her 2nd hubby. I requested them to carry on as I was feeling sleepy now.

I went to another bedroom that night and slept. In the morning I asked how the night was. Both of them were still naked, Nisha said it was fabulous night of my life we had it one more time after you left and then we slept. Nisha was looking extremely gorgeous with a mehendi on her hands, kumkum in her forhead, bangles, and a mangalsutra on her neck. That mangalsutra reminded me that now she is a wife of one more man.

On Monday me and Nisha left to office, on the way we picked her friend to office. She immediately noticed nisha's new ring and mangalsutra and asked Nisha wow, new mangalsutra to which Nisha laughingly replied "No, New Hubby" and both of them laughed out loudly. Though Nisha told her friend the truth, her friend took it as joke as Nisha told her again that we had been to one of our relative's marriage on weekend and in that function unfortunately my mangalsutra broke so Rahul bought this new mangalsutra for me.

She looked at me with a naughty smile as only both of us were aware of truth of the new mangalsutra. After returning from office john gave me next rules. Whenever I will be in India I want to see Nisha wearing the mangasutra given by me. She can keep your mangalsutra wherever she wants, and when I'm not in india it's her choice to choose which mangalsutra she wants to wear. I said but I would be happy if she keeps my mangalsutra with her even if she is not wearing it. John laughingly said yes she can in her bag of her blouse or her panty. And then he became serious and asked me to bring her old mangalsutra given by me to her.

I went to bedroom and brought it and gave it to John, John called Nisha near him asked her to turn around, pulled her panty down and asked her to bend down. Nisha did as told. John opened nisha's asshole and inserted a part of my mangalsutra in her asshole and took rest of the part towards her pussy and pulled up the panty. And said now she is doing justice to both her husbby's isn't it.

She is wearing my mangalsutra in her neck and she also have your mangalsutra on her body. It will be your responsibility now, if you feel she should carry your mangalsutra you should keep it like I did just now in her anus and pussy. I was feeling like my importance has reduced to anus level and I was feeling humiliated.

Days were passing, it had been long time me and Nisha have had sex. So I requested Nisha to allow me to fuck her. Nisha said if john leaves early today, you can. Also it will be nice if you get permission from john also to fuck me. I were confused why Nisha asking me to take permission from john to fuck her. But not to hurt the new couple I asked john that evening that I want to fuck Nisha tonight.

John said but why? I was left blank, john asked me why I want to fuck my own wife? I said it's been long time I've not had sex. John replied alright, you can have sex with her tonight but I doubt she will feel you inside her as her pussy is for my size now. Also as it's been long time I'm allowing you. Henceforth you need to take my permission to touch her boobs, pussy, ass and kiss her lips. You don't need permission when Nisha ask you to do something with her. This will make you real cuckold.

This was the biggest shock for me from this cuckold fantasy of mine. Nisha also didn't say single word on John's this new rules for me. John asked Nisha to give him blowjob and asked me to watch from the corner. Nisha started sucking John's cock and balls. I was getting hard looking at it. After 15-20 minutes of sucking john in different position john asked Nisha to sit below in front of sofa and shoot his load on her face.

He held his cock on Nisha's face till the last drop of cum falls on it. Then he spread the cum on nisha's entire with with his cock then he wiped his cock to Nisha's boobs and asked me to clean his cock. I cleaned his cock with moist and dry cloth. He asked me to dress him up. I dressed John while Nisha was seating like that only. Jon left after some time and I asked Nisha can we start or she wants to get fresh.

Nisha said we will do it so that she can sleep. I asked her why don't you wash your face to which she replied that she is tired and I should clean her face but not boobs. I cleaned here face and started kissing her lips. After some time she asked me to suck her boobs, I took cloth to clean her boobs before sucking but Nisha didn't allow me to clean her boobs and said I want you to suck it like that only. I said how can I? there is John's sperm on it.

Nisha said then let it be I don't wanna get fucked by you. I emotionally said looks like you don't love me anymore. She replied stop this emotional drama, you wanted to be cuckold and cuckolds do whatever their wife and her lover tell him to do. Let's take this cuckold fantasy to next level. Taste my lover's juice. I had no option than to lick her balls which had john's sperm traces on it. I felt very humiliated. After that I inserted my dick into her pussy and started stroking. 

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

There were no expressions on her face. I asked her are you enjoying. Nisha replied I can't feel you inside. I cum in her pussy after 5 minutes and fell on her. After few minutes Nisha asked me to get up and clean her. This was first time my wife told me to clean her after I fucked her. I cleaned her pussy, she went to bathroom, took shower. Meanwhile she asked me to clean and rearrange the bedroom. After sometime Nisha called me from bathroom and asked me to wipe and dry her body. Then she went to bed and slept naked.

Next day evening I heard John and Nisha talking, john was telling Nisha that he wants to start using (fucking) her anus so she should start using butt plug as much as possible. They were also talking about some new rules for me.

After some time they called me to the bedroom and john said, cucky there are a new rule set for you. I want to fuck Nisha's anus as well now so you need to make her anus hole ready for me in coming days. If she has her periods, I want to have her another hole ready for me. Order 2 sets of butt plugs of small, medium and large sizes. I asked why 2 sets. Now that's a good question, answered John. Listen cucky if you too wear a butt plug, she will feel comfortable and you must motivate her like this. A good cuckold motivates and encourages his hotwife to make her all holes available to her lover. Order 2 sets online and when they arrive I want you and Nisha to start wearing small size butt plug and move on to bigger sizes.

After a couple of days, john left to Switzerland.

I ordered the butt plugs selected by them, it was a pack of 3 sizes and the small one was with a vibrator. It arrived after 4 days. As soon as it was received Nisha called me and asked to insert smaller size in her anus I applied some lube to her anus and inserted it, she told me to insert one from other set in my own asshole. She turned on both the vibrators though it was stretching our anus but vibrations were giving us an excellent stimulating feeling. Nisha said, isn't it feels nice inside with it? For the first time we both are experiencing similar sensations right? I said yes it feels good. Next day we were getting ready for office, we wore our butt plugs. Nisha had informed john about the arrival of it and had also shared a pic of wearing it to him.

While in office I got a notification on WhatsApp for being added to some new group, it was by john. He created a group of Himself, Nisha and me. He sent some messages there. Hi, darling Nisha and cucky. We will keep in touch here now. Cucky you need to apply for permissions here. Also I may ask you to post a photo of wearing buttplug anytime and both of you must post a photo immediately within minutes even if you are in office. You may go to washroom and click and send the photo here.

After some time john asked us to post a photo of wearing buttplug, I immediately went to washroom and was clicked a pic of anus with butt plug in it. And before posting it, there was a photo from Nisha in whatsapp group. John complimented here your anus looks extremely sexy honey I wish I could have it now. On my pic he replied good going cucky, keep it up. This went on for few days and then john asked us to start using medium size. It was little painful for me for first couple of days especially in office but Nisha seem to have accommodated it also. John messaged us saying that next time when he comes to India he wants Nisha anus ready for him. He used to ask us to post photo of our anus with buttplug on WhatsApp group anytime and we had to reply him on time.

Meanwhile, there was my and nisha's marriage anniversary, we planned two-day picnic near Bangalore to forest areas. I applied for permissions to john as follow.

Dear Sir,

Greetings from your cucky. Hope you are doing fine.

This weekend it's my & Nisha's marriage anniversary and we will be celebrating it with a short trip near Bangalore. I request you to allow me to have some personal and physical moments with her like kissing, smooching, sucking boobs, licking her pussy, fucking and allow her to suck my dick.

Your's obedient

Cucky

In the evening we received John's reply.

Dear Cucky,

With refrence to your application for romancing with Nisha on your marriage anniversary, you are allowed to do so but you cannot enter her anus unless and until I exclusively permit u for it. You should not force her to do anything and last thing don't even ask her to rim you as she don't like indian people's anus when it comes to rimming.

I was disappointed by his reply as I was thinking that Nisha will give me a rimjob on this anniversary. But I had no option other than thanking him for allowing me to have sex with Nisha.

We left on 2 days trip and enjoyed a nice weekend, I felt Nisha had told john that she wanted to spend time with me after long time as a hubby and wife. She loved me like there was no john in her life. Though she didn't gave me a rimming pleasure but she did everything else with me, like kissing, smooching, sucking. Licking and fucking. I had understood that she was not getting satisfied by my small dick but she didn't act like it.

And was pretended to be satisfied. I used to cum early and then used to make her cum by licking her pussy or by fingering. She didn't even call me cucky instead she was calling me darling. I realized that her love for me has not affected at all. I was very happy following that weekend.

After a moth of so, john came to india and by now we were using large size butt plugs, Our anuses were stretched by now and I felt Nisha's anus is now ready for John's cock. John observed her anus and said it looks like it's ready for me sweetheart, good job cucky. Then they had a nice fuck session and I served them as an obedient cuckold by helping them fuck each other and then cleaning them. After they were done.

Next day John said to me think we should throw a party to your friends, I asked why I mean for what reason. John replied reason will be known to you and me only. For others, you can just say it's just small get together. I asked john but what's the reason.? John said for the opening ceremony of Nisha's anus by my cock. I asked him r u serious. He said yes I'm, it will be a small party, call your near and dear ones, I will also be your guest in that party and then when everybody leaves we will have an opening ceremony. Don't tell anything to Nisha also we will arrange it our self just tell Nisha also that it's small get together.

I planned small party at our house and I invited few friends from office. John had prepared for opening ceremony. HE had brought roses, diamond ring, high quality lube, he had aksed me to prepare the bedroom before he party. Party started in the evening and we enjoyed with our friends for 2-3 hours then they started leaving one after another. After everyone was left we three undressed, john took Nisha to bedroom and told her that there is surprise for her.

And for it he wanted to blindfold Nisha, Nisha agreed. Then we arranged bedroom, bed was covered with roses, fragrance candles were lit, john made Nisha lie on bed and raised her legs in air in missionary position. He asked me to bring the ribbon and tie it around her legs. Then he opened Nisha's eyes and congratulated her for opening ceremony of her anus. Nisha was shocked to see all these.

I gave john a scissor to cut the ribbon, he cut the ribbon, I started clapping I directed by John. Nisha was blushing and she said that she is really feeling special as she was never praised like this before. Then John asked me to apply some lube on nisha's anus as well as on his cock. He asked me to get ready, Nisha looked pussled as why john is asking me to get ready. I sai I'm ready and then john slowely pushed his codk inside my wife nisha's anus, my wife closed eyes with pain, john slowely pushed his entire length inside and held it like that for a moments.

They both came in unison and then Nisha opened eyes. As soon as she opened eyes I blasted party pop and started clapping as directed by John. Nisha was laughing and said thanks to John. I was celebrating another man's cock entry to my wife's anus. John gifted her diamond ring and Nisha looked extremely happy by the gift. John asked me to bring drinks and he started banging my Wife's ass. I offered them drinks, john asked me to sit and watch how I fuck Nisha's anus.

After banging her ass for a about 15-20 minutes in different positions finally john unloaded in my wife's ass for the first time. Nisha lied on her stomach and john felt on her. They lied there for some time and then they called me for my cleaning duty. John lied beside, I went to clean my wife's ass first to which she said, first clean john I want to have his sperm inside me for some more time. My asshole is feeling smooth, sticky and warm from inside. I understood Nisha have enjoyed this session. I cleaned John's cock and asked Nisha if I can clean her.

She asked me to lie down and sat on my face and said now John's sperm will come out, clean me nice and well. Her anus was few centimeters away from my face and slowly John's sperm started coming out of her anus.

I cleaned her anus completely, john said to me, cucky henceforth you need to take excellent care of this hole. Nisha said to John and not it's your responsibility john to fuck & satisfy my both holes every time we will have sex. Then john asked me to take out my butt plug and open wide my anus and show them. I was feeling humiliated. I lied on a bed raised my legs in the air, pulled out the butt plug and stretched my ass with my hands.

After few days Nisha was not feeling well dot to her periods and she was suffering from throat infection too. John was still in india and was about to leave in couple of days. AS Nisha was not well, she was not able to take care of john's physical needs. She was feeling disappointed as she was not able to satisfy john. I told her that john is a gentleman he understand your situation, don't feel guilty.

I know he is nice guy but he will be leaving in couple of days and I don't want him to leave unsatisfied. She asked me can i help her. I said how? She said why don't you take care of him for 2 days before he leaves? I was surprised to hear that, I said how can i? She said don't take me wrong but I just don't want to disappoint him before he leaves. I said tell me what you are thinking. She said leave it, it won't be possible for you.

I said tell me first. She said, see what's the difference between your body and my, it's only pussy and dick, other than that you and me have other 2 similar holes, out mouth and anus. Can you use your holes to satisfy John cucky. I said no I can't. I can't think of this, Alright let it be, I will always feel guilty for these couple of days and she looked disappointed. I was not able to say anything, but I couldn't see her like that, so I said her, I can give him blowjob only because of you. It's really very hard for me. She said I'm just asking you to take my position for couple of days as I'm not well. But if you are not ok, leave it, you don't love me anymore. I said don't say so honey, I love you a lot. alright I will give john blowjob, but is he ok? She said I'll convince him as I cant allow him to leave unsatisfied.

She called john and told her everything we discussed, john also agreed and looked happy that she won't have to leave Indian without sex for 2 days. Nisha called both of use near her. She took john's cock in her hands, kissed it and then asked me to open my mouth, she pushed my head towards john and she started instructing me on how to suck it. She was telling me open wide, don't allow your teeth to come in contact with his cock, Play with his cock head with your tongue. Play with his balls and take them also in your mouth.

It was first time in my life I was sucking a cock, I was feeling humiliated, but it was one of my cuckold fantasy of being forced to suck my wife's lover's cock. JOhn's cock was very thick I had to open my mouth very wide to accommodate it. I started sucking in a way I wished someone to suck my cock, so I was aware what and how a man wants his cock to be sucked. I started sucking his balls also. After some time john held my head and started fucking my mouth. After some time he was about to cum and held my head tightly, I pulled myself back, and lied on bed, John's cum spurted on my chest and on mouth. I cleaned the cum from my face immediately. Nisha thanked me and kissed my lips. John also said thanks.

Next day it was john was about to leave, he said he badly wants a hole to fuck but Nisha was not in position to get fuked, John and Nisha forced me to get fucked. Nisha ordered me to get on my four in doggy position. She gave condom to john. John wore condom, he took out my butt plug, applied lube, and started pushing his cock inside me. It was painful in the beginning, but john slowly pushed his cock completely inside first, he rested for few seconds and then started stroking slowly.

I too started enjoying, as they say in corporate world, "if you can't help yourself, it's better to lie down and enjoy the ****" John fucked me in doggy style for few minutes then in missionary position, then me on top, finally he spurted his load in condom in my anus. I moved away from his cock and lied there. I was feeling exhausted. Nisha kissed me on lips and thanked me for taking care of John. Nisha and john was looking happy. WE got cleaned and I went to drop John to airport. John asked me to come inside with him and in airport washroom he made me suck him one more time. He clicked some photos of me sucking him in airport washroom and posted on our WhatsApp group. And wrote looks like cucky is going to be professional sucker now.

I took his permission and said good bye and left from the airport. While driving back to home I was feeling that I have completely become bisexual cuckold today.

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[Blue Bull]

Our Dirty Weekend

(We spend a weekend out of town.)

By: indian_exec2000

Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous. Please read "Our Mid-Morning Tryst" for background info.

***

We decide to spend a dirty weekend together, out of town. You tell your aunty that you will be visiting a friend on the weekend. My wife is away visiting her parents -- her father is unwell. My grown up kids are studying abroad.

One midweek afternoon, we meet at a shopping mall -- I want to buy you something sexy that you could wear on the weekend. We stroll in & out of shops stacked with ladies' clothes. You select a nice pair of hip & thigh hugging low rise jeans. We then look for a top. You finally pick a short--short figure hugging kurti made of thin translucent muslin. The neck is rounded & deep but not immodestly so -- just deep enough to reveal the tops of your plump breasts & the delicious dark valley between them. An intricate design in shiny sequins surrounds the neck. The hem just about covers your navel. The shop assistant suggests a brief slip to be worn underneath; you ignore her suggestion.

I hang around just outside the trial room while you try on the clothes. After a while the door of the trial room opens a crack & you beckon me. As soon as you've caught my attention, you open the door fully & do a quick turn to show off your new clothes. They fit perfectly. You've taken off your bra before slipping on the kurti & I get a clear glimpse of your breasts under the thin fabric of the kurti. I also see your panties peek out above the waistline of the low rise jeans. My throat runs dry & my cock stiffens. You quickly close the door before anyone else sees you & emerge a few minutes later, after changing back into your street clothes. Your face is flushed & eyes shine brightly...

We then go to a lingerie shop & you choose sexy pink thongs & a matching wispy, lacy push up bra. I of course don't see you wearing those but my imagination runs wild... Actually, the clothes we've bought are more suited for an evening out in a disco, rather than an outdoors trip, but you like them & you want them, so we buy them. I assume that you'll wear them in the privacy of our little cottage. But perhaps you have different ideas...

I want to buy you a nice chain. You insist that it shouldn't be something too expensive -- you don't want your hubby or other prying relatives to wonder how you got such expensive stuff... We finally settle on a long thin platinum plated chain with a small, pretty American diamond pendant. The pendant nestles midway down your cleavage...

Upon your return home, you try on the full ensemble. You look devastatingly sexy & attractive, almost sluttish, even to yourself. You realize that the clothes are too brazen & revealing to be worn on the street. So the next day you buy yourself a large printed silk scarf that can be wrapped around your shoulders to cover the hot top ...

***

Saturday arrives. Unfortunately, I'm busy the whole morning, fielding important business calls from home. We've decided that I'll pick you up from the lobby of a suburban luxury hotel since we can't afford to be seen leaving together from our building...

You get ready & pack your stuff in a small bag. This includes the clothes I bought for you, as well as the scarf, plus your makeup kit. I've asked you to take along your sneakers, since we might be doing a bit of walking. You hesitate a bit & then throw in a pack of sanitary napkins; you aren't expecting your period for another few days, but take them along, just in case... You get dressed in your usual smart street clothes & take a cab to the hotel. You order some snacks & fruit juice in the coffee shop & wait for my call...

Finally I finish my last phone call & quickly throw some clothes into my overnight bag. I dress casually: a pair of clean but well worn & rather disreputable looking Bermudas teamed with a colorful cotton T shirt & a pair of sneakers without socks. Under the Bermudas I wear loose, comfortable striped boxer shorts that reach halfway down my thighs. Only my expensive watch & trendy shades could betray my real class to a careful observer. I quickly grab a sandwich before starting. I decide to use my son's old, rather beat up Maruti Zen car instead of my swanky imported sedan; I want to be as inconspicuous as possible on this trip...

I call you on my mobile as soon as I am on my way. You settle your bill & go to the ladies room. You change into your killer outfit: pink lacy bra, pink thongs, tight low rise jeans & short, translucent white, snug fitting muslin top. You wear the long thin chain; the shiny pendant snuggles comfortably in your décolletage. You put on three inch heels, stowing your sneakers in the bag. The heels cause your hips to thrust forward provocatively. The waistband of your thongs rides high on the sides of your hips, rising a couple of inches above the beltline of your low rise jeans & then plunging down at your crotch & at the cleavage between your buns. You feel a shiver of anticipation as you look at yourself in the mirror; your breath quickens a bit. You pull up your thongs & jeans & feel them settle into the cleft between your cunny lips. Your pussy immediately oozes moisture in response...

You spritz some cologne on your body & refresh your light makeup. You wrap the silk scarf around your shoulders; it snugly covers your top. Your shiny, fragrant, freshly shampooed hair has been tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck. You look a demure & pretty young woman. You gather your stuff & wait for me in the hotel lobby...

***

I drive through the heavy Saturday noon traffic & finally reach the hotel past one o'clock PM. I park the car myself & then stride briskly into the hotel lobby. The darwan salutes & opens the door for me, reacting instinctively to my imposing personality & self-assured manner; a lesser person dressed as casually as me would probably have been shooed away. I take off my shades & scan the lobby. I wave casually as soon as I spot you. Your heart leaps into your mouth when you see me; you take in my broad shoulders, trim body & well toned muscular legs. Your nipples tighten as you remember our last meeting... You rise & walk towards me, slightly unsteady on your heels. I pick up your shoulder bag. As you follow me out of the hotel, you can't resist unwrapping the scarf & readjusting it around your shoulders. You take your own sweet time doing that, getting a huge kick out of the lust-filled, open mouthed stares that you elicit from a few bystanders. I dump your bag on the rear seat of the Zen & hold the door open for you. We're finally on our way...

"What took you so long?" You inquire, pouting sulkily. I explain how busy I've been through the morning & say sorry.

"It's OK, uncle!" You say, giving me your best smile.

We're making slow progress through heavy traffic. The air conditioning of the car isn't able to keep up with the heat, and in a while it becomes uncomfortably hot.

"How do I look?" You ask, giving me a sideways glance.

"Great! What's with the scarf?" I respond, with a laugh, looking at you.

You're in any case uncomfortably hot under the scarf & take my comment as a cue to take it off. I concentrate on driving.

"How do I look?" You ask again, a hint of challenge in your voice. I look sideways at you when the car has stopped at a signal. It's the turn of my heart to leap into my mouth. I quickly look around to see whether anyone else is looking at you. Fortunately, the car has tinted glasses so nobody outside can see the dark interior.

"Oh my God. You're stunning!" I exclaim. My cock starts to stiffen. Your observant eye catches the movement in my crotch. You're pleased at my reaction.

"Thank you, Uncle!" You whisper, patting my knee.

Your hand rests lightly on my thigh. I grow hot & start sweating even as my cock becomes fully hard & tents my loose Bermudas. The combined smell of our sweat & musk suffuses the interior of the tiny car. Because of my height, I've pushed the driver's seat well back & also reclined the back rest. There is enough room for my erect cock to rise up without nudging the steering wheel. My attention is fully focused on driving. You take full advantage of my preoccupation. Your hand keeps caressing my thigh, running slowly up & down, taking devilish pleasure at my discomfiture as I squirm helplessly... Your hand rests on the erection tenting my Bermudas & then slowly rubs my cock over my clothes. You reach down & slip your hand inside my loose shorts. Shivers of pleasure run up my spine as your hand creeps slowly, inexorably upwards, eventually finding my hard cock. Your fingers run lightly up & down my shaft, teasing it till is a painfully hard & throbbing pole of masculine flesh. Your fist closes around my cock & grips it hard, then loosens again to continue with light feathery strokes of your skilled fingers. Your thumb runs over the crown & becomes wet with my sticky precum.

"Ahh...!" I exhale pleasurably & ask you to taste my cock. You bring your hand to your nose & sniff appreciatively, then lick your wet thumb.

"Umm...!" You respond. You keep repeating this exercise every now & again while I keep my attention focused on driving.

I ask you to let me taste your pussy. Your left hand slips into your jeans & your fingers find your slit. You rub yourself up & down, coming close to climax. You pull your hand out & offer your wet fingers one by one, for me to suck...

We continue this leisurely game as we make slow progress towards the toll plaza at Vashi. We stop & I wind down the window glass to pay toll. You too wind down the window glass & raise your arms to readjust your hair, pretending to ignore the stares of the staff as they ogle your out-thrust breasts...

We're at last on a clear stretch of road with sparse traffic. I'm finally able to retaliate against all your provocations. I ask you to take off your bra. You struggle & wriggle around, trying to unhook the bra strap at the back, but can't do it in the confined space. I ask you to pull up the hem of your top & lean forward. While my right hand holds the steering wheel steady & eyes look straight ahead, my left hand reaches under your top from below & grabs hold of the back strap of the bra. I pull it down until the elastic is stretched almost to breaking point & then yank it hard. The strap snaps with a ripping sound.

"Yeoww!" You yell as the stretched elastic band snaps back & delivers a sharp, stinging slap against your skin. You stick your tongue out & give me a dirty look as I chuckle. You are finally able to pull the bra off of your arms & out through the neck of your top. Your breathing is jagged & irregular & your stiff nipples poke through the thin translucent fabric of your top.

I sigh pleasurably as I slowly stroke your thick, stiff nipples with the back of my hand, even as my driving is rock steady at 80 kmph, right in the middle of the center lane. You moan under your breath in response. I ask you to hand me a bottle of water. I take a couple of swigs & then spill some ice cold water down your front.

You gasp & shiver in response as the cold water hits your chest. The sharp slap of the elastic of the bra and then the cold water splashing on your bosom causes you to momentarily lose some control and a few drops of pee squirt out. The thin, wet top sticks to you like a second skin. Your nipples become tight, hard little nuggets. Without taking my eyes off the road, my fingers latch on to a nipple & play with it over the thin fabric of the top, pinching & releasing it until you gasp aloud at the pleasure & pain you feel. You lie back in your seat, passively enjoying the pleasurable sensations coursing through your body, allowing me unhindered access to keep playing with your nipples. My incessant teasing, pinching & twisting of your nipples make you grow hornier by the minute. You are now thoroughly aroused & eager to be fucked; your breasts are heavy & your cunt squishy & wet with your lubricious secretions. There is still a long wait ahead, though...

You wrap the scarf around your shoulders as we approach the Khalapur toll plaza; even you are not bold enough to let people see your nipples through your wet top. The break at the toll plaza helps you get a grip on yourself again. Even so, you relish those lusty eyes that get a fleeting look at your lush body through the window before you roll up the window glass again. We take the Khopoli exit off the expressway & are soon on the Khopoli -- Pali road. We stop at a roadside eatery & drink hot, sweet tea. Although you've wrapped the scarf around your shoulders, people notice the fluid swaying & jiggling of your unbound breasts and catch glimpses of the pink thongs riding your hips above the low rise jeans. You walk with a mincing gait, clenching your thighs together to feel the rough seam of the jeans & the crotch of the thongs rub against your cunny lips. Although you pretend to ignore peoples' stares, you're inwardly getting a kick out of them...

***

You need to use the bathroom but the toilet at the eatery is filthy. I ask you to hold on for a little while. We're again on our way. The road is practically deserted. It is around five o'clock PM. Although the sun is low on the horizon, the light is still quite bright. I park the car just off the road in a secluded area. I suggest to you to relieve yourself behind a large tree. You're scared to go alone & your high heels are unsteady over the rough ground; I realize that you could easily stumble & fall. You cling to my arm as I lead you up a little slope & down a gully to arrive below a large tree. I am acutely aware of your soft breast pressing against my arm. The ground slopes down towards a little stream bed. We're not visible from the road. I start moving back to give you privacy; but you're still scared & ask me to stay...

I watch fascinated as you turn your back to me, lower your jeans & thongs around your knees & squat awkwardly on your high heels, affording me a clear view of your full, rounded, fair buttocks & the curly black hair surrounding your pussy. There is a hissing sound & rustling of dry leaves as you relieve yourself. You heave a sigh of relief as your bladder empties & a shudder passes through your body. You dab yourself dry with a tissue, then pull up & refasten your jeans. You're fully aware of what I've seen & blush a little...

"It's my turn now!" I exclaim.

You watch round eyed as I undo my belt & drop my Bermudas & boxer shorts around my ankles. Normally, I'd just have fished my cock out of the fly; but I want to return your compliment by giving you a full Monty. My cock is half hard & wet at the crown.

"Can I hold it?" You ask.

I graciously agree. Your arm circles my waist & your breasts flatten against me as you hold my cock with fingers of both your hands. My hands guide yours to hold my cock at the correct angle as I thrust my hips out and a long, pale yellow stream arcs out.

"Ohh... That's so convenient!" You say.

You dab my cock dry with tissue & then throw your arms around my neck. We exchange a deep kiss as my hard cock pokes your belly. My hands cup your ass & pull you against my crotch. Then, my fingers hook into the side bands of your thongs & pull them up, driving them even deeper into your slit.

When we at last disengage, your breasts ache to be fondled. You pull up your top, grab my hands & place them on your naked breasts. I knead & fondle them, taking the pleasure of your exquisitely soft yet firm feminine body. Your face contorts in pleasure & ecstasy as you feel my rough, slightly calloused palms rub against the soft, velvety skin of your full breasts...

"Uncle... please do me now! I can't wait any longer!" You beg breathlessly.

"Just a while longer, my pet!" I tell you. I know exactly the spot where I'm going to fuck you. I'm quite familiar with this area. After all, I've been coming here since my childhood...

***

We drive on for another few kilometers. You have retreated into your corner, folding your arms across your chest & looking out the window, sulking at the delay in our consummation. You brush my hand away as I try to caress your cheek. I chuckle at your petulance...

We finally arrive at our destination & turn off the road, down a little rough path & park the car in a secluded spot. I pull open your door & help you out. I hold your arm as we walk down a grassy slope & come to the edge of a little lake. It's in fact no more than a largish pond. The water is clear & tranquil. The sun is about to set & dusk has fallen. A medium sized tree grows near the edge of the pond. The trunk grows at a forty five degree slope, leaning towards the pond. Its surface has been worn smooth by generations of cattle herders leaning against it.

I lean against the sloping tree trunk & pull you to me. My arms tighten around your body while you wrap your arms around my neck, your petulance forgotten. We exchange a deep, open mouthed kiss, our tongues entwined. I suck on your full lower lip & then nip it lightly. We're both breathless. I pull off your top & revel in the touch of your full, plump, naked breasts flattening against my chest.

You slide down my sloping body till you come level with my crotch. You quickly undo my Bermudas & shorts & they pool around my ankles. You open your mouth wide & take in my thick, semi-hard cock.

"Make me hard again!" I order hoarsely.

Your tongue licks around the crown in quick jabs and my hips jerk in response. Soon, I stop you & get up. I don't want to come in your mouth. I step out of my Bermudas & shorts & pull off my T shirt, dressed only in my sneakers. I reach out to peel off your tight jeans.

"Uncle, wait! What if someone's watching us?" You whisper urgently, suddenly fearful.

"So what? They'll just think a hot young bitch is serving her master!" I say with an evil smile. Actually, I'm pretty sure there is no one around at that hour, but I want to tease you a little...

My words ignite a fire in your pussy. Your eyes film over with lust as you imagine pairs of eyes leching at you while I quickly strip off your jeans & thongs. Now you are wearing only your necklace & heels. Just the thought that someone might be watching you getting fucked sets your heart pounding against your ribs & more sticky fluid gushes out of your pussy. I quickly run a finger in your slit to assure myself that you are properly lubricated & ready for my cock. I needn't have worried...

***

"First, I'm going to fuck you from behind." I tell you.

I spread my T shirt on the smooth, sloping tree trunk & lay you on it, facing down. You spread your legs apart, still wearing your high heels. Your hands reach above your head to grip the trunk for support & you thrust your hips back & out, offering me a clear view of your open, wet cunt. I position my cock against it and thrust forward & upwards. I soon feel your labia swallow my crown in their wet embrace. In a couple of in & out movements, my cock is lodged securely inside your hot cunt. I feel your muscles grip the base of my cock.

I lean my body against your bare, smooth, silken back. Your head is turned sideways & eyes are closed. I lick your earlobe & your plump cheek, and then tongue the corner of your mouth. I reach under you & grasp your breasts, kneading & fondling them. I feel your cunt tighten again around my cock.

I start fucking you with a slow, steady rhythm; pulling out gradually till only the crown remains buried inside, then thrusting forward & upwards in a deliberate but powerful stroke until the crown knocks at your cervix & my crotch flattens your soft, full, pillowy ass. In this position, my cock stimulates your G spot as it moves in & out. In a jiffy you start climaxing; uttering little sighs & yelps of pleasure. Your juices run down, wetting our thighs. Once in a while I stop to suck on your plump shoulder or roll your nipples before resuming my slow, deliberate thrusts. My powerful thrusts rub & chafe your delicate skin against the hard tree trunk; but in your state of high arousal, you are completely oblivious to this...

Gradually, I feel my climax start building up. I stop for a breather, my cock still deep inside you. Once I've drawn back from the edge, I disengage. I now want to fuck you from the front; I am eager to feel your hot breath on my face & your soft breasts against my chest. I flip you around & lay you with your back against the tree trunk. I hook my elbows under your knees & lift you up, spreading your thighs apart. Your fingers guide my cock once again inside your hole & I let you slide down so that I'm fully buried inside you. I straighten up, so that although I'm buried to the hilt in your cunt, I can admire the sexy beauty of your naked, sweaty torso.

"You're the hottest, sexiest bitch I've ever fucked!" I tell you, roughly mashing your breasts in my calloused palms & pinching your thick nipples. You moan throatily & twitch your hips, urging me to start thrusting again.

"Yes, yes my pet, don't be impatient. Let the whole world see my hot, naked bitch beg for my cock!" I exclaim, looking around, as if waiting for applause from an audience.

"Oohh... Uncle... pl.. please fuck me harddd!" You beg, twitching your hips, pulling me to you.

You wrap your arms around my neck & your legs around my back as I start hammering your cunt with hard, deep, powerful thrusts. My pubic bone mashes your clitoris every time I thrust in. You're once again lost in the throes of a long series of climaxes. This time, my thrusts are fast, urgent & powerful as I concentrate totally on taking my pleasure, oblivious to the bruising friction of your soft skin against the tree trunk.

"Aaaahhh..." I shout exultantly as I finally climax & dump spurt after spurt of my load inside your cunt & collapse against you. There are tears in your eyes & you are speechless in astonishment at the sheer intensity of our coupling. You keep stroking my back & cover my face with soft little kisses as my passion ebbs & my cock slips out of your cunt.

I carry you to the edge of the pond & kick off my sneakers. You've lost your high heels at some point during our frenzied coupling. I wade into the pond, carrying you in my arms. The bottom is covered with gravel & smooth pebbles. Upon reaching waist deep water, I set you down. We both sit down, leaving only our heads & shoulders above water. Shiny white, buoyant globes of your breasts are visible in the fast fading twilight. My hands run all over your soft, plump, feminine young body, caressing you and washing away the day's dust & grime. You do likewise to my body. No words are exchanged. We just enjoy the intimacy & closeness and the silky, cool feel of the water against our skins. You try to keep your hair dry for a while but finally give up when I playfully force your head down underwater. You loosen the knot & allow your hair to float loosely around you.

My fingers eventually reach between your legs & stroke your slit. You widen your thighs to let me probe your pussy. I feel slimy fluid still seeping out as my finger probes deeper, eventually to be buried fully inside your cunt. As I start finger fucking you, you hold on to my shoulders for support & gaze intently into my eyes. I curl my finger & search for your G spot. I rub the slightly rough, spongy surface of the G spot with the pad of my finger while my thumb strokes your clitoris. In no time at all, you climax again...

It's quite dark by the time we emerge from the pond & have some difficulty in finding our clothes & shoes. We don't have towels; we wear clothes over our wet bodies. You thresh as much water as possible from your wet, tangled hair but water keeps dripping on your clothes...

To be continued ...

[Blue Bull]

Our weekend gets dirtier.....

Author's Notes:
Those who find menstrual sex distasteful might want to skip this part.

***

As we drive on, you start shivering & feel weak as the excitement wears off. Your raw & sore skin starts to itch & sting. By the time we reach our destination you are miserable & close to tears. We arrive at a small secluded forest bungalow. There is a living & dining area downstairs and a couple of bedrooms upstairs. The bungalow is simply but tastefully furnished & equipped with modern conveniences. The old caretaker has cooked food for us. He is paid handsomely to do his job well & maintain utmost discretion. You never see him during our stay...

We go upstairs into the bedroom & strip off our wet clothes. You wince in pain as you towel yourself dry. There are several abrasions & bruises on your back as well as down your front as a result of hard rubbing against the tree trunk during our passionate love making. There is also a purple suck mark on your shoulder. I know exactly the right remedy. I fetch a jar of wax made from Kokum seeds from the medicine cabinet. I lay you face down on the bed & gently rub wax on your sore skin. You slowly relax & sigh contentedly while I continue to massage your silken skin with my skilled fingers. I turn you face up & give the same treatment to the bruises down your front... I just can't help caressing your breasts as I soothe your bruises. Your nipples perk up & your eyelids grow heavy as you again feel a shiver of arousal course through your body...

I kiss your open lips & then move down, planting little kisses on your chin & throat. My lips latch on to your nipple & suckle it, while my fingers wrap the thin chain around the other nipple & pinch it... The roughness of the chain digging into your nipple makes you feel exquisite pleasure & pain. You experience a quick, high climax as a liquid spark leaps from your nipple to your pussy and warm, sticky juice gushes out. It tickles your sensitive skin as it trickles down the crack of your ass. After enjoying the pleasures of your plump, sweet little bosom to my heart's content, I move down, planting little kisses on the way & probing your deep navel with my tongue.

You can hardly believe what's happening as my lips eventually reach your crotch. I spread your thighs wide & pause to admire your plump, full cunny lips and observe nectar oozing out of your honey pot. You jerk your hips and utter a sharp yelp as I spread them apart and boldly plunge my tongue into your slit. As I lick your slit up and down and enjoy the salty taste & the strong, musky, feminine scent of your love juices, you press my head hard against your pussy. When my lips close around your clitoris & suck on it, you let off a long, low moan as you hit a hard climax...

After letting you recover your breath, I recline against some pillows, spread my legs apart and beckon you with my eyes. This time I want to cum in your mouth. I close my eyes & concentrate my attention on the wonderful sensations of your hot mouth & tongue working their magic on my cock. Soon, I grab your hair & hold your head against my crotch while my hips jerk up & down. As I look at your full lips making an 'O' around my shaft and feel my cock head thrust against your gullet, I feel my climax coming on. A load of semen surges up my shaft & spurts into your mouth. As you pull back, more semen spurts up, landing on your cheek, hair and breasts. You've never felt so dirty & yet so fulfilled... We lie in each others' arms for long minutes, kissing and cuddling.

After we separate, you proceed to smear my semen all over your breasts, your eyes dreamily half closed. You are obviously getting a kick out of it & I too feel my cock stir to life again as I lie back & observe you. However, I am too drained to be able to do any hanky-panky. We enjoy a hearty meal and then go to bed cuddled together. We are so tired that we fall asleep immediately.

***

I wake up early next morning & find you fast asleep like a baby. I try to wake you by planting gentle kisses & caressing you sensuously. You stir in your sleep, turn away & are fast asleep again. I decide to wait till you wake up by yourself. It's past eight o'clock in the morning when you finally wake up. You rub sleep out of your eyes & stretch sensuously, once again giving me a peek of your full breasts & stiff nipples straining against your thin nightie. You evade my arms & run into the bathroom, emerging after a while, having brushed your teeth & freshened up. We exchange a quick but intimate kiss & then sip a quiet cup of tea. Although you are fully rested, you seem curiously withdrawn & introspective. You are not exactly feeling on top of the world. On the other hand, I am refreshed & full of beans, ready for action! I suggest a swim in the small pool in the backyard. You hesitate a bit & then rather reluctantly agree to sit by the pool while I enjoy a swim. I'm a bit surprised by your reticence...

The pool is a small kidney shaped affair. It is well maintained & the water is clear. High walls overgrown with thick vines surround the back yard, shielding us completely from prying eyes. We haven't brought any swimwear with us; it is not really necessary. I get into the water just wearing my shorts while you sit by, still wearing your nightie. I tease you by splashing water at you. You protest but seem to enjoy the play, slowly coming out of your shell & becoming your usual chirpy self, dipping your hand in the water & splashing me back. I catch you in an unguarded moment & pull you into the pool, dunking your head under water.

You come up sputtering & laughing. I pull off your wet nightie top & hold you in a tight embrace, feeling your soft body against me. We exchange a deep, open mouthed kiss. You feel my hardening cock against your belly. I feel your hands pushing my shorts down & then stroke my hard cock. I respond by pulling off your panties. We're both fully naked, standing in chest deep water. I kiss you deeply as you open your mouth to welcome my probing tongue. You wince as my hand creeps between our bodies & squeezes your breast -- your breasts are tender & heavy. You suspect that your period might just be starting, but banish the thought from your mind as you let me play with your body & enjoy the sensations. After a while we separate & allow our bodies to float upwards. Both of us almost simultaneously spot a thin, rusty red thread lazily float up from your crotch. We both know what it is...

"Oh my God!" You exclaim, averting your gaze. A curious thrill of excitement courses through my body. I'm not surprised; I had smelt the taint of your oncoming period on your breath when I'd kissed you.

"Uncle I'm so sorry!" You say, quickly getting out of the water.

"It's OK, my pet!" I soothe you. But you run upstairs to the bedroom & shut yourself up, emerging almost an hour later. You've showered & changed into comfortable clothes. You continue to be silent & withdrawn while we eat breakfast, then retire into your room again, feeling let down by your body.

"Why couldn't it have waited for another day?" You think to yourself, cursing your luck while enduring the heaviness in your breasts & cramps in your belly as you lie curled up in bed, alone. I'm disappointed too. I had been looking forward to another glorious day enjoying the pleasures of your delectable young body.

"Oh well, that's too bad. But it can't be helped." I take it philosophically, with a shrug.

I then set off on a long walk along a hilly trail that I've traversed so many times since my childhood. I return after perhaps an hour and a half, feeling very hungry & pleasantly tired. You've already eaten lunch & retired to your room by the time I return. I decide not to disturb you & eat lunch alone. I take a short nap on the sofa downstairs & wake up refreshed. While immersed in reading a thriller, I sense a movement & look up, to see you standing at the foot of the stairs. Your hair is mussed and eyes sleepy & tear stained. You look like a little girl in need of comfort.

"Come here!" I beckon you, patting my lap. You sit in my lap & rest your head on my chest, your hands holding my biceps.

"Uncle, I'm feeling so bad this had to happen today!" You sob, hugging me. I'm acutely aware of your soft body against mine.

"Hush! It's not your fault!" I soothe you, running my fingers through your shiny tresses, inhaling the fresh scent of shampoo. I feel you relax as my hand strokes your back. You sigh & snuggle against me. In spite of myself I feel arousal course through me. You feel my cock harden against your thigh & look up, your lips half open. We exchange a deep, slow, lingering, open mouthed kiss. I nibble & suck your full lower lip.

"Gently, it hurts!" You tell me as my hand creeps under your top to find your soft breast. I just rub it gently, not squeezing or pinching. I feel your nipples stiffen as I stroke your breasts. I pull off your top so that my hand can roam all over your body. I gently rub your belly in circular movements, trying to ease your cramps. In a minute I sense your arousal as your breath quickens & your eyelids grow heavy. You stiffen as my hand moves over your crotch, feeling the sanitary napkin you are wearing.

"Let me pleasure you!" You whisper, getting off my lap & kneeling before me. You bury your mouth in my crotch, kissing my cock over my clothes. We're both now fully aroused. You've forgotten the ache in your breasts & cramps in your belly. I stop you as you open my fly & try to fish my cock out.

"My pet, I want to fuck your bleeding cunt!" I demand.

You are repelled but also curiously fascinated & more than a bit excited by the thought. You just nod dumbly, unable to resist. I quickly fetch a large, thick Turkish towel from the bathroom & spread it on the carpet. I strip off your jeans & lay you down, leaving only your panties & sanitary pad on. I go wild with arousal as I see you waiting for me; legs slightly outspread while I strip off my clothes. I kneel between your legs & pull off your panties to expose your moist cunt. There is no blood to be seen, except for a few stains on the napkin.

As the smell of menstrual blood wafts up, I lunge at you impatiently like a horny teenager. You try to rein in my impatience & struggle to guide my cock into your hole. I finally feel the hot wet, tight walls of your cunt engulf my cock. You arch your hips & grip my waist tightly with your legs as I start thrusting in & out of your cunt. All your aches & pains are forgotten as you once again lose yourself in the heavenly sensations radiating from your cunt. I go wild with passion & mercilessly assault you with my hard, thick tool until I too climax & spurt my thick, stringy semen deep inside you...

After lying for several minutes on top of you, recovering my breath, I pull out & kneel beside you. The base of my cock is ringed with menstrual blood. The Turkish towel too is stained & wet with semen & a few bloodstains. Both of us are completely sated & happy. Your menstrual cramps have relaxed & breasts feel lighter. You'd never expected sex during your period to be so good... I have fulfilled my long standing fantasy to fuck a bleeding young pussy.

We sleep in separate beds that night. I'm woken up from my deep slumber by the sensation of your lips kissing my shriveled cock. I grow harder & bigger as I wake up & switch on the bedside lamp. I see you naked, except for the panties & sanitary napkin you wear and a Turkish towel you clutch at your bosom.

"Uncle, please do me again!" You whisper shyly.

The intense pleasure of our last coupling has made you overcome all your inhibitions and you once again want to experience my hard cock plough into your blood soaked cunt. Your flow has become heavier... I can hardly resist your invitation as my cock springs to attention. We have another hot, wet, rough, and impatient & blood soaked fuck-fest in the middle of the night...

***

We wake up very early on Monday morning to get ready to return to Mumbai. I feel fresh & re-invigorated after a good night's sleep & a cold shower. I once again want to sample the pleasures of your menstruating pussy, but you quickly scamper into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You emerge twenty-five minutes later, freshly showered & dressed. You are wearing a simple but smart business suit consisting of a crisp white cotton blouse with a formal collar and a dark skirt reaching your knees. Your hair is tied into a neat pony tail. The fabric of the blouse is just translucent enough to show the outlines of your lacy, black bra. The top three buttons of the blouse are undone, revealing the swells of your breasts and the thin neck lace to my admiring gaze as I sit on the bed in my dressing gown.

Quite unexpectedly, you throw your arms around me and hug me hard, burying my nose into your soft, fragrant bosom. My cock immediately throbs to life and your probing hand strokes it. My hand reaches under your skirt and feels its way up your thigh to your pussy.

"No Uncle, just wait..." You whisper as you slap my hand away.

You pull my dressing gown open and kneel between my knees. You untie your pony tail. Your damp, freshly shampooed hair cascades down. My cock becomes fully hard as your hot breath blows on it. I quickly undo another three buttons of your blouse & spread it open to reveal your creamy shoulders and bra encased breasts. One of my hands dips into your bra cup to knead a breast while with the other I grasp a handful of hair and guide your open mouth to my hard, throbbing cock.

Your mouth closes over my cock head and full lips circle my shaft as your agile tongue dances over the crown. I start jerking my hips up & down, fucking your mouth with quick, vigorous thrusts of my cock. You concentrate on pleasuring me, unmindful of your gagging reflex as my cock head pushes against your glottis. In a very short time, we both sense my oncoming climax.

You grip my cock hard at the base & pull it out of your mouth. You loosen your grip & try to aim my cock downwards. The first jet of semen hits your lovely dimpled chin and the subsequent spurts land on your throat and the tops of your breasts. A couple of blobs land on your damp, freshly shampooed hair too. You wait until the last weak spurt trickles out and then lean forward and lick my cock clean.

You rise & stand before the dresser mirror. You watch fascinated as stringy blobs of my semen slowly ooze downwards over your breasts; fine droplets of your sweat merge into the viscous semen as it moves down. You hold off the bra cups to allow the fluid to seep inside. Then you reposition your bra and button up your blouse, leaving the top three buttons saucily open. You wipe off your wet chin with a finger& lick up the semen, leaving the sticky wet streak on your throat untouched. You smile as you notice a couple of wet stains on the blouse too. You carefully rub in the semen that's spilt on your hair & then gather your hair up in a knot and tie the silk scarf securely over it. You don't want to waste a drop...

"Oh Goddd... Uncle! I've always wanted to do this since God knows how long! At last I've fulfilled my dream." You smile contentedly. I look on as you spritz generous quantities of cologne in your décolletage and your arm pits, which are already damp with sweat in spite of you having just showered.

I casually ask you to let your armpit hair grow, as an idea forms in my mind. You silently nod your assent. Your heart skips a beat as you try to imagine what tricks I might have up my sleeve & how many of your clothes you wouldn't be able to wear until I permit you to shave your armpits again. The thought of asking questions, let alone refusing me doesn't cross your mind.

It's not as if you are a submissive; far from it. You are a spunky, spirited girl. That's how you've come to Mumbai, leaving your little son in the care of your mother, to explore your creative side by trying for a break as a scriptwriter; taking advantage your hubby's long absence while he is away on an assignment in the US. By sheer happenstance you've met somebody (me) who has re-ignited dark desires so long suppressed and passions half forgotten that you know can never be quenched in the humdrum monotony of your marriage. So you have deliberately chosen to experience and enjoy all the carnal pleasures that you've long dreamt of (and many that even you can't imagine) at my hands. You've willingly ceded control over your mind & body to me, allowing me complete freedom to do as I please. But you can dare to do that because you are confident of your ability to pull the plug on our affair anytime you choose...

We're soon dressed & on our way back to the city. As I drive, you thank me for the wonderful weekend. I respond by patting your knee in an avuncular fashion. Pretty soon, my hand is resting on your skirt. The motion of the vehicle, helped by your nimble fingers causes your skirt to ride up. My hand now rests on your bare thigh. Goose pimples break out on your skin as my hand lightly caresses your thigh & slowly inches towards your pussy. You pull your skirt up to make way for my hand. Soon, your crotch is fully exposed and you spread your thighs as wide as you can. The white sanitary napkin is clearly visible under the sheer fabric of the lacy black panties. You grab my hand and press it hard into your crotch...

You feel deliciously sluttish & depraved as you savor the wet, sticky, icky feel of my juices against your sensitive nipples, developing into an itch as the semen slowly dries out, making your bra stick to your skin; while my hand presses against the sanitary pad covering your pussy. Your cunt spasms at the thought that people in other vehicles whizzing past us might perhaps be able to catch a glimpse of your bare thighs and open crotch. In just one weekend, I've forced you to break your taboo against menstrual sex while you've fulfilled both your longstanding fantasies of exhibiting your privates and becoming a cum-slut...

I drop you off at a suburban train station convenient for you to return home. You travel in the ladies first class compartment. The sharp, spicy scent of your cologne doesn't fully mask the earthy, musky undertones of semen. Some co-passengers sniff discreetly, wondering what their noses are picking up.

A couple of slim, pretty, buxom young girls sit across you. They are smartly dressed in snug fitting T shirts & tight jeans. Their complexions are fresh & smooth. They are good-looking enough to be models, but from the stuff they are carrying with them, they appear to be students. They exchange knowing looks, whisper & giggle, occasionally glancing sideways at you. It appears that they have caught on to what you smell of. You nonchalantly concentrate on your trendy women's magazine, secretly thrilled by their reactions. Clearly, they are not married: they wear no wedding rings, no mangalsutras, and no sindoor in the parting of their hair; besides, they look too young. You wonder how a couple of such young, unmarried girls could have correctly identified the smell of semen. Perhaps they have been sucking off their boyfriends, you speculate. Suddenly, you wonder how it would feel to suck my cock while the girls watched from a secret hideaway. Your pulse quickens at the thought. The train is about to halt at your station. On an impulse, you scribble your mobile number on a piece of paper & thrust it into the hands of one of the girls and then quickly alight from the train, before she can react...

I drive on to my club. A change of clothes is always available there. My driver too is ready with my luxury sedan. I have a leisurely breakfast, change into my formal clothes & am ready to be driven to office. I feel on top of the world, having spent an amazing weekend with a sexy, horny young bitch that is eager to pleasure me whichever way I want. I've never climaxed so many times in such a short span of time ever since I was a teenager. I am relaxed & ready for another hectic week of work...

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[Blue Bull]

Our Mid-Morning Tryst
(Neighbors meet over coffee.)

By: indian_exec2000

Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous.

***

You are my next door neighbor's niece. You are staying with your aunty for a while, since you are a budding author & you've come to try for a break as a scriptwriter in the TV / Movie industry. You are thirty-something, a bit short & plump with a nice full figure. You're fair & attractive with bright, flashing eyes and long, thick, dark, lustrous hair reaching halfway to your waist. You're married, with one kid whom you have temporarily left with your Mom. You are a bit of a show-off; smart & well dressed. You know you attract men's attention...

I am tall (6'), fair, clean shaven, medium built, distinguished looking, with salt & pepper hair. I am a senior executive in a multinational company. My kids are grown up & studying abroad. We're nodding acquaintances; we've met several times on the staircase & in the building compound, exchanging smiles & pleasantries. You have noticed my admiring glances. I too have noticed your lingering glances at me...

It's mid-morning. Your uncle & aunty have left for work, leaving you alone at home. You've had a late evening out & have no appointments during the day. You wake up late & open the door to fetch the newspaper...

Just then, I step out of my apartment, on my way to the office. As befits a big boss, I usually start late, arriving at my office a couple of hours after my underlings have been slaving their asses off...

"Hi Uncle!" You greet me, inviting me for a cup of coffee. You're wearing a dressing gown, your hair is deliciously tousled & eyes are still a bit sleepy. You look so inviting, I agree...

I wait in the living room while you excuse yourself & disappear in the bedroom. You pop out in a jiffy & I notice that you've simply taken off the dressing gown & are now in your night suit that you slept in. The night suit is made of soft, thin pink knit cotton fabric. The top reaches just below your hips. The matching pink pyjamas reach halfway down your calves. The nightie top is loose, with frilly gathers around the neck that is held closed by a spaghetti string tied into a floppy bow. I can see your breasts moving fluidly inside the loose nightie. My cock stirs inside my trousers as I studiously avoid looking at your breasts.

I follow you into the kitchen & stand resting my ass against the kitchen counter, while you busy yourself making coffee. You listen to me talking on my mobile, first to my driver & then to my secretary, telling them that I would be starting late & instructing her to reschedule my meetings. I can see color rising up your fair neck & then spreading to your cheeks... As you wait for the water to boil, you run your fingers through your long tousled hair, and then reach behind your head to gather them together & attach an alligator clasp at the nape of your neck to hold them in place. Your bosom juts out as your hands work on your hair & I can clearly see your nipples thrust out against the thin, soft fabric of your top, while the hem lifts to reveal your slim, bare midriff & the dark hollow of your navel. You notice me eyeing your breasts & respond with a coquettish toss of your head. You arrange your hair so that they are a dark waterfall flowing over your shoulder & down your front ...

You hand me a steaming mug of coffee & step next to me, standing sideways, resting a hip against the kitchen counter. We're sipping coffee & chatting idly. Soon, I feel your thigh brush against my hip. I ignore this, thinking that it's accidental. Then there it is again, a little firmer... In a while, your thigh is in full contact against mine. Although your talk is still casual & girlish, I can see your eyes start to smolder...

I brush back a lock of hair falling across your forehead & my fingers brush against your skin. We both pretend that nothing is happening & continue with our small talk. Soon, my hand trails down your bare arm & rests lightly on your out-thrust hip. Slowly & imperceptibly it creeps under your nightie top & rests on your bare belly. I start making slow, circular caressing movements on your silky smooth belly. Your breathing has become fast, shallow & erratic. Your hands have started trembling & you put down your mug on the counter, afraid that you might drop it. Your eyes are downcast as my hand reaches behind you & rubs the small of your back...

I'm thoroughly enjoying playing with you as a cat might play with a mouse... I never move closer, nor try to pull you to me. In fact the only contact between us is your thigh pressing against mine and my hand slowly & lightly caressing your belly and your back in turn. My fingers just occasionally brush against the lower slopes of your breasts and sometimes dip into your navel.

Casually & effortlessly, I reach behind you & my fingers push the waistband of your pyjamas down, exposing a round, plump bun. My palm rubs the smooth half round bun & gently fondles it. My hand again travels to your front & my fingers play with the waistband of your pyjamas for long minutes, before slipping in & running through your soft, curly pubic air. You hold your breath in anticipation of what I'll do next, not daring to look up.

I have all the time been aware of the wonderful womanly scent of your unwashed body mingled with the fresh minty smell of toothpaste on your breath & the aroma of hot coffee. Added to these, I can now smell the musk wafting up from your hot, aroused pussy. I know you are ready -- although, mind you, I've not yet touched your breasts or your pussy, nor even kissed you. I want to experience the pleasure of hearing from you how you want to be taken.

I hold your chin in my fingers & raise your downcast face. Shyly, you look at me.

"Honey, tell me what you want next." I whisper, my eyes locked into yours, our faces just inches apart. I feel your thigh rub against mine & your breasts thrust against the soft fabric of your nightie top as you re-tie your hair. I know you you're doing this intentionally to show off your breasts & make me touch them...

I lower your arms, untie the floppy knot of the string at your neck & pull open the neck of your nightie top. As I drag it down, your plump, rounded shoulder is exposed. You hunch your shoulder up, helping me to disengage the nightie top from your elbow. Another little tug and your breast pops out. The skin is fair, satin smooth and shiny with a youthful glow. Your nipple is thick, stubby & stiff; it is surrounded by a dark, almost purple aureole. Although you've already borne a baby, your breast sags only slightly. Your arousal rises another notch as my eyes fasten on your nakedness. My finger tentatively rests against your exposed nipple. You shyly stroke my handmade silk tie, wordlessly urging me to stroke your exposed breast.

"Do you like my tie?" I ask with a smile. You nod with your face downcast, then loosen my tie & open the top two buttons of my crisp white cotton shirt.

My fingers start rolling & pinching your nipple, gently at first and then more firmly. Little moans of pleasure escape your lips and your eyes screw tightly shut as I occasionally pinch them hard. I let go of your nipple and grasp the whole of your plump breast in my hand. I squeeze and knead your resilient young flesh to my heart's content, sending exquisite bolts of pleasure & pain through your shivering body. You throw your arms around my neck and offer your half open lips for me to plunder. I wrap my arms around you & hold you in a tight embrace, flattening your breasts against my chest. My lips cover your open mouth and you eagerly suck my invading tongue. My hips dry hump you, trapping your body against the kitchen counter... When I release you, you are barely able to stand. I pull my tie over my head, put it around your bare throat and pull it tight. Your tresses are trapped under the tie circling your neck. I hold you by the tie and lead you to the living room. You follow meekly, unresisting; I know you're mine to do as I please...

I pull your pyjamas down, leaving them pooled around your feet. You are now naked from the waist down, while your nightie top only partly covers one breast, leaving the rest of your chest & belly bare. You watch through half closed eyes as I quickly remove my shoes, trousers and shorts, freeing my thick, dark, hard cock. The crown is partly unsheathed and looks an angry red, wet & drooling with my juices. With gentle but firm pressure on your shoulder, I make you kneel before me. You're so close to me that as you move down, my hard, wet cock grazes your belly & then your exposed breast, leaving a light trail of precum...

You now kneel before me, your hypnotized eyes focused on my cock. I'm so tall that you have to stretch yourself up to bring your mouth level with my cock. I whisper a hoarse instruction & you pull back my foreskin, fully exposing my shiny red crown. You turn slightly sideways & rub your cheek against my crown, then repeat the same process with the other cheek, making both your cheeks wet & sticky... Finally, finally your lips open and your tongue laps all over my crown. I can't avoid jerking my hips in a fucking motion against your mouth; but today I want to fuck your cunt & so quickly control myself...

I make you lie down on the expensive hand woven silk carpet covering the living room floor. You spread your thighs apart to make place for me. I kneel between your knees & push my hands under your ass and squeeze your buns, lifting your hips up. Your furry cunt lips split open as you further stretch apart your thighs, revealing your drooling wet, pink inner lips. I stand on my knees; my hard throbbing cock juts out proudly. It moves around with a life of its own.

"Baby, do you want this inside your cunt?" I ask lewdly as your mesmerized eyes focus on my cock. Of course, you've been dying to take it in your cunt! You however nod silently; your throat is so dry with excitement, you are unable to vocalize. As I lower my cock towards your pussy I feel your soft hand on my shaft. You guide it into your cunt, hold your cunt lips open with your other hand and raise your hips to welcome it.

As soon as I feel my cock head nestle into the warm embrace of your inner lips, I brace myself on my elbows and with controlled movements of my hips, ease my cock into your hot, profusely oozing cunt.

"Ahhh...!" You sigh with pleasure as you feel my cock stretch your cunt wide open, sending shivers of pleasure radiating outwards. You're very close to climaxing, although I haven't even started yet... I draw my cock back; leaving only the crown embedded & then shove in again into your cunt with a hard, mighty thrust.

"Hmmmph!" You grunt as my thick cock is fully lodged inside and my pubic bone mashes your clitoris. You've not been fucked for a while and this rude invasion of your tender pussy drives you almost over the edge. You wrap your legs around my waist and thrust your hips into my groin. I fall upon your defenseless body, shaking it like a rag doll as I energetically ream your tight, hot cunt with my rampaging cock.

You surrender control over your body & mind to the uncontrollable lust of this Alpha male who is now bent upon taking his pleasure of your young, supple, soft feminine body, rudely probing your innermost recesses with hard, demanding thrusts of his thick cock, not caring for your needs... Strangely enough, you start climaxing hard as soon as you surrender to my will.

"Ahhh... ahh... ahh..." You keep moaning & grunting ecstatically in time with my thrusts as you hit climax after climax. I occasionally stop to regain my breath, lick your lips and squeeze your breasts and then resume my thrusting, until a few minutes later I too climax and pump my hot, thick, creamy semen inside your cunt. I collapse on top of you & bury my face in the fragrant tresses framing your face, regaining my breath.

I lift my weight off of your body, still straddling you on my knees & elbows. Our bodies brush & graze against each other while I lick sweat off your face and my hands caress & fondle your breasts. You eagerly swallow my saliva drooling into your mouth as my tongue duels with yours ...

After enjoying long minutes of post coital bliss, we separate. I get up & sprawl on a sofa chair & watch you lying wantonly naked on the carpet, your thighs apart and your wet, open, sticky cunt obscenely winking at me. There is a big wet stain on the expensive carpet, just under your cunt.

"Clean me up!" I command you, spreading my thighs open. My limp cock is wet & slick with our combined love juices. You get up on your knees & quickly hold your pyjamas at your pussy to wipe & soak up love juices that start to dribble out. You then crawl between my legs and slowly, lovingly lick up all the wet sticky mess that covers my cock, my balls and mats my pubic hair. Your long, loose hair too picks up a bit of the sticky mess. You pull back my foreskin & lick my cock head dry. You fetch a wet towel from the bathroom and give my groin a sponging, followed by dry toweling. You then apply talcum powder to my crotch with your powder puff (the one you usually use on your face). You spy a small drop of residual semen squeezing out of my pee slit and lick that up too. All this attention is causing my cock to start getting hard again, but I reluctantly push you away.

I wait while you iron my crumpled shirt & tie so that I can put them on again. I don't want to change into fresh clothes; I want to smell the scent of your body on my clothes for the rest of the day. Before I turn to leave, you throw your arms around my neck once again & hug me tight, your soft tits mashing flat against my chest. I smell & taste your cunt as well as my own crotch as my tongue probes your mouth & duels with your tongue. I make a mental note to soon taste your cunt directly.

We decide to make the best of your stay with your aunty...

After I leave, you clean up the wet splotch on the carpet as much as possible... You breathe in the smell of our love juices lingering on your body and in your pyjamas, spending long, lazy hours in bed, re-living our intimate moments together...

*** ***

[Blue Bull]

Asma's Eyes Are Opened

(Mu$lim Housewife Makes Some Discoveries.)

By: crimfolk

With the special assistance of a reader.

Asma froze where she sat. She had come into the cubicle in the quiet for a moment before she began her afternoon shift. All had been silence and calm for a minute and then that had been shattered by their arrival.

The outside door had crashed open and through her cubicle door she had heard them come in.

"You can't wait can you? You gorgeous big fucking bastard." The words broke off and were followed by a high-pitched giggle. It sounded like a white woman - the sort that unkind people called chavs. Her harsh 'estuary accent' seeming to bounce off the walls.

Asma heard another cubicle door open and the rustle of clothing. She felt frozen, riveted to the spot. Unsure of what to do.

"You know what I need don't ya? I need that fucking big Black cock. You going to give me it you horny bastard?"

There was more rustling and another noise or two followed by the creak of pressure against a cubicle wall. Then a pause and then the noise repeated again and again and again...

Asma was mortified, horrified by what was happening so near-by. She just wanted to get out of there. She finished up and adjusted her clothing but as she picked it up she heard her bag clink against the porcelain of the toilet bowl.

She froze as the noises from the other cubicle halted.

"I heard somefink - there's someone out there. Who is it?"

Asma tried to control her breathing, tried to keep as quiet as she possibly could. She was so embarrassed, so horrified. These two were behaving like animals. It was terrible. She could not bear to be caught by them.

"Oh fuck it," the female voice resumed, "I couldn't give a fuck anyway. You gonna wait all day or you gonna fuck me."

There was a low deep laugh and then the noises started again. The creak of the cubicle wall, the gasps of the woman, the noises of frantic vigorous sex.

Asma could not believe it. A few minutes ago everything had been so calm. Now she was trapped here having to listen to these two beasts, these two rutting animals. She felt humiliated and frightened that they would catch her. She should have just left as quickly as possible as soon as they had come in. Now it seemed too late - if they caught her they would think she had been spying on them or worse...

"Oh fucking hell you're good. You big fucking Black stud. Fuck me - c'mon, fuck me harder."

Asma tried to wipe away the images flashing into her brain. It wasn't hard to visualise them. She had lived in this city long enough since Afsar and brought her over from Hyderabad. She had not wanted to come but her husband had family over here, a place in their business concern waiting for him. Back home everything had been so familiar. Here there were so many different types of people and cultures.

She had heard enough to know that two of them were meeting in that cubicle over there. She could imagine what the woman liked that - what Afsar would call a 'Kuffar whore.' Fake blonde hair, provocative make-up, painted nails, clothing that showed off her body. She saw so many of them here.

"C'mon you big Black bastard - show me what I'm missing. Show me how much better you are than my husband." Her voice was strident, loud, you could hear the excitement in every word.

Asma felt another wave of almost panic go through her. She had hoped that they were just an over-excited couple but this was so much worse. The woman was committing adultery. That was unthinkable, unacceptable. It went against everything she had ever been taught. A wife had to be loyal to her husband, had to stand by him whatever his faults and failings. If that was not true then didn't everything start to collapse?

There was a deep voice across in the other cubicle. The walls between them deadened it so that she couldn't make out the individual words. That must have been the man. The response from his slut was louder and much more audible.

"I don't care what he thinks, he's fucking useless. It's because of him I'm here. You should fucking advertise you gorgeous big stud. Special services for neglected wives! Now stop talking and fuck me."

There was a muffled response and then the sex sounds came louder and faster.

"Yes, Yes, that's it, YES!!!" The woman sounded ecstatic, fuelled on adrenaline and excitement.

Asma struggled to control the thoughts in her head. Her shame and embarrassment at being there. Her outrage at what the man and the woman were doing in so public a place. Her resentment and... She didn't want to acknowledge it but she knew it was there. The realisation that she had never quite felt what that white slut over there was feeling right now. Her husband was a decent man, an honourable man, the proud and dutiful father of their children. However, he was not an exciting man.

She felt guilt at even thinking such things. It was disgraceful, outrageous, it should be literally unthinkable!!!

There was a grunt and another squeal of delight from the other cubicle. The noises of sex ceased and there was some rustling.

"Oh fuck yeah - that's just what I needed." There was a cheeky giggle. "Look what a mess you made you horny Black fucker. It's already dripping out of me. I'd better get cleaned up or even that thick-as-shit old twat might figure out what's going on!" The two laughed together and the other door opened

Asma suddenly realised her danger. She sat down again and picked her feet up off the floor while, oh so gently, easing the lock open while holding the door shut.

The voices were clearer now - only the thin wood of her own cubicle's door between her and them.

"See, I told you. All the doors are showing vacant. There was no-one here." The man's voice was a gorgeous rich baritone and for a moment she thought she recognised it.

"Shame - she missed out," the woman laughed stridently again. "Who knows she might have joined us. Found out what getting fucked is really all about. Cieron is at his meeting on Friday so we'll have a bit more time if you want."

Asma couldn't help it. In the moment before she had vigorously suppressed it her mind had an instant to dwell on what the white woman had said. She felt it - the momentary thrill that seemed to send the blood pumping through her veins. That little reminder that for all that she was a good '. and a good wife that was not all that she was. She was also a woman and yes that sometimes meant she could have sexual thoughts and desires and needs. She felt shame and guilt.

"...oh I know what you'd like. I've seen you lookin' at 'er. You'd like to make it a United Nations of fucking wouldn't you. Go for the full set. One Black, one White and one Asian. Sure you could handle us both?"

"Got any doubts?" The man's tones left Asma herself in no doubt that he was confident of his ability to meet any sexual challenge. But she wasn't really thinking about that. She was trying to understand what the woman had been saying.

"Nah, I know what you're like. Besides, she'd probably faint as soon as she saw that big fucking cock of yours. Have you seen what she wears? You can tell she's a frigid bitch. Probably never had a real fuck in her life."

The man laughed again. "Surprise you to know she's got three kids? So someone laid some fucking pipe at some point. Anyway, go easy on her. She wears that kit 'cos of her religion."

"So you wouldn't want to see her out of it? You haven't been thinking about fucking that tight little ass ever since she got the job here? C'mon now, Tony I know you."

Asma heard a slight slapping sound followed by a feminine giggle. She was in shock. Every sentance seemed to bring new revelations, startling and potentially life-changing.

"Don't see it happening but that sweet little Indian bitch ever gives me the nod then I'll happily fuck her like she ain't never been fucked before. Call it instinct but I'm knowing she got a sweet little body under them damned dbangs. Now don't look at me like that - no need to be jealous. You know there's a whole lot of me to go around. Now go check the door - make sure no-one's watching.

The sound of the door rang through the room. There was a sudden silence. Asma let her feet back down to the floor and then very slowly opened the cubicle door. The staff toilets were empty. She breathed out and then went across to the wash hand basin. She splashed some water onto her face and looked into the mirror. She saw her light-brown complexion and the little lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She also saw something else. She saw the fear in her eyes and the way her mouth was held tightly shut. How she wished that she had never heard that conversation.

She was not the only Asian person working at the store of course. However, she knew the other Asian women working there and she was the only one with three children. That couple had been talking about her. She looked again at her reflection as it stared back. She was 42 years old and while the years had been kind to her she did not expect to suddenly be the object of such attention. She had three children almost all grown up. It was ridiculous. Worse, it was sinful.

She hadn't recognised the female voice. She thought it was probably a customer - but obviously one well used to coming back here to fornicate. How disgraceful.

Asma was in no doubt as to how the woman knew to come back here because she had no trouble recognising the male voice. That use of a 'Tony' had just confirmed it.

He had been on the panel interviewing her for the job and he was the manager of the fresh produce department. Not her direct superior but they often met in the cause of a day's work at the supermarket.

Tony Turner was of Jamaican descent, a tall well-built dark-skinned man in his late thirties. Perhaps five years younger than her and yet...

Asma felt that tingle rushing through her blood-stream again. Like a jolt of adrenaline. The idea that a man like him would look at her in such a way. It was ridiculous. She looked again into the mirror. No, that was not correct. Afsar had always said she was beautiful. She felt a stab of guilt even thinking about her husband while having such thoughts. However, she recognised that the person looking back at her from the mirror was an attractive if maturing South Asian woman. It was not ridiculous that a man, even a man like Tony, would find her attractive, would want to...

She again stubbornly crushed that thought. Such things were wrong even to think about. It was a betrayal of Afsar and of her family and of everything that she held sacred.

She tried to think back through the months she had been working at the supermarket, tried to remember how Tony had looked at her. She had never noticed anything. Had she been blind or, the thought struck her hard, perhaps she was being foolish. Perhaps they had not been talking about her, perhaps they had been talking about someone else after all.

She felt it like a blow in her stomach. The crushing weight of disappointment and almost despair. It was crazy. Even had it been so she could never have done anything about it. She could never have... So why did it suddenly seem to matter so much that he SHOULD have been talking about her.

She felt confused, bewildered by all the feelings and emotions running through her. Suddenly felt shame that she also seemed so ill-equipped to deal with something like this. She was a mature woman, a mother of two grown-up daughters, how could she suddenly be thrown into such confusion.

Concentration and work. They were the answer. She suddenly realised how long she had been here - she would be late for her shift. It was as well she was on re-provisioning rather than the check-out. She checked her dress and then hurried out onto the floor.

"Hi Asma." That was her direct boss, Ellie, a very nice person.

"I'm sorry I am late Ellie - I, um..."

Ellie was looking at her with a concerned expression. "Are you OK? You look like you've had a shock. Do you need to take five minutes?"

Asma mustered up a smile. "No, no, I'm well. I'm ready to work. Should I start with the milk as usual?"

Ellie nodded and then watched Asma go to work. Her colleague was normally so quiet and placid. It had been a shock to see her apparently so worked up. Well, if Asma needed to talk then she hoped that she knew that she could come to her.

***

Asma Hashmihad been born into a Hyderabadi family. Her family had been loving but strict. Her life as a young woman had been planned out and organised for her from an early age. Her father has been a college teacher and had very much believed in educating all of his children, not just the boys. She had not gone to college but very few of the girls in her class had. That was just not the way of things then. At the age of eighteen her family had organised a match for her from a family that they knew well.

She had met Afsar twice before her wedding. She knew that her family meant the best for her and that they would not have forced her to marry him. However, she also knew what was expected of her. In truth she had been lucky. Afsar was a kind and generous man and she had grown to love him. He had done his best to provide for her and, in time, for their son and two daughters. He had been a caring and thoughtful father. She really could have very few complaints. She knew others who had been much less fortunate - married to old men as part of a business deal for instance. Afsar was a good man and she was lucky to have him.

Soon after their marriage Afsar's family had sent him to London to help manage a branch of their family business there. It had been something of a shock leaving home and coming to so foreign a place but at least she had good English. Others sent over to marry were not so fortunate. It meant her life was not restricted to her family circle though for the first few years it had made little difference.

Afsar knew his duty. He had to work in the family business and he had to father a son. He had achieved the latter but only after the birth of two daughters. It meant Asma had been pregnant for most of their first five years of marriage and then had been busy raising three small children. It had come as a relief that once young Ashraf had been born her husband had seemed to lose interest in sex. Her husband was a good man, a religious man, he understood that copulation was to produce children. He was ten years her senior and slightly-built, his love-making had always been hesitant, restrained, almost dutiful. His duty done he did not trouble Asma with such things.

She had not been unhappy about that. Afsar had gone to work and had become manager of the whole British end of the family firm. Asma had raised her two beautiful daughters, Rubina and Samreen. Ashraf had grown into a handsome young man, slightly-built like his father but with the sensitive deep brown eyes of his mother. She loved them all very much and she missed them very much.

Ashraf had done very well at college and now was at a very fine University on a scholarship. Rubina was a good girl despite her tendencies towards independence. Perhaps she and her husband had not been strict enough with their eldest daughter. Anyway Rubina had done very well and now had started a job in the City. Samreen had been more dutiful and happy to accept the very good marriage that Afsar had been able to make for her.

They had been lucky there.

Their charmed existence as the family of a prosperous businessman had barely survived the children moving out by six months.

Asma still did not quite understand what had happened. Money had been lost, a LOT of money, and it had apparently been the responsibility of her husband. The security officer had come to their house! Afsar had been taken away for two days and questioned!!

She had felt confused, bewildered, had not known what to tell any of her friends or her children. It had been very apparent from the security officer's attitude that they had regarded her husband as either a fool or a thief. When they let him go it was clear that they had decided he was the former.

The huge loss had broken the firm or at least its British side. Afsar's family had been furious. He had not only lost his job; none of them had communicated with him since the truth had come out. It was as if he was dead to them.

Her husband had been proud of his job, his position in the Hyderabadi community in London. Making such a catastrophic mistake had brought him great shame. It was worse that their community was not large and soon everyone had seemed to know about it. She knew that many did not believe Afsar was entirely innocent. They had said that no-one could be so stupid as to make such mistakes.

Their children were so lucky. Rubina's husband had been loyal to her though he had broken off contact with Afsar. The other two were well along the path to making their own way in England. Had the collapse happened ten years earlier then...

She had to thank God for sparing them that. Now she and Afsar were left isolated and relying on what savings they had been left by the legal problems. Afsar had been so proud of his business acumen and skill. Now it was clear much of his success had been courtesy of his family's assistance. Now the only job he could get was at a corner shop run by a man he had used to laugh about!

It was not enough. Asma had soon realised that to avoid disaster she would have to work too. Her husband had not been happy about it and she had wanted to accord to his wishes. However, his wishes did not put food on the table or keep a roof over their heads. His wishes did not prevent them from shaming their son and daughters. Afsar had made investments but as part of his family's firm - something to do with taxes? Now the returns were being kept by the family as the first, small, part of paying off the losses he had caused.

Which is how Asma had found herself at the supermarket being interviewed by Tony Turner...

***

Asma had always been told that the West was decadent. What else would one expect of those who had not heard or did not heed the words of the Prophet? That was as obvious as the sky being blue!

It was something else to actually hear it and see it. She had known that such things happened in drinking dens and sordid night-clubs. Asma, of course, had never gone near to such places and she did not watch lewd Western films or television. So for years she had been able to isolate herself from such goings on.

Now, her eyes and ears had been opened by Tony Turner and his 'Kuffar whore.' Only a couple of days after that startling experience a woman come to the supermarket. She was a logistical organiser who Asma had seen several times before, who Asma had spoken to. She was very attractive for an English woman, had seemed very nice and well-spoken and had wore a wedding ring on her finger.

This time she had come in and soon she had been talking to Tony. Then he had led her into the back-rooms.

Asma found that she could not help it. When they had gone she could not get the image out of her mind. Of Tony and the woman going back there and... She dared not put her thoughts into words. The two of them back there like Tony and the other woman two days earlier.

How could a woman do such a thing? What about her husband, perhaps her children? How could she betray them like that? Even for a non-believer to behave so was disgraceful, alarming, enough to turn Asma's nice orderly world all topsy-turvy. It made her feel something deep in her soul.

"Asma... Asma... Asma - are you alright honey? You look like you've seen a ghost. Aren't you feeling well?"

It was Ellie - her supervisor. Ellie was a very good person, she had made Asma's transition into working here so much easier. Now she was looking at Asma with evident concern.

"I - I think I'm alright." Again the images of Tony and the woman surged into her head, unbidden and unwanted. Asma felt herself sway a little.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Ellie's hand caught Asma's arm, her grip strong and warm even through the fabric of the latter's kameez tunic.

"You really don't look well. Take your break early - I can cover for a while."

Asma gave Ellie a weak smile. Her supervisor was generous and kind, a very good friend as well as her boss. Then the smile faded. Taking a break meant going back there. She made an effort and reasserted her reason. It was all such nonsense, she had got herself upset over nothing at all. She would go back there and Tony would not be there or he would be discussing deliveries. She was getting herself all upset and worked up over nothing.

"No hesitating. Get yourself back there and I'll see you in half an hour." Ellie's pale-blue eyes were intent on her and she obeyed.

***

There was no-one in the little break-area. There was no-one in the office. There was no-one save the usual staff in the storage space or the delivery dock. That left...

Asma looked up and saw one of the warehouse men watching her. His glance was casual and probably meant nothing. It was not as if he had not seen her there before. She wore her head-scarf and shalwar kameez as usual, not too strange for Western eyes but perfectly respectable in her own tradition. It was still a little unnerving to attract male attention however innocent. She had been taught from a very early age that to attract the eyes of any man but your husband was a sin Not that Afsar, her husband, had paid her much attention in that way for years.

A thought suddenly burrowed its way into her brain. She loved Afsar, at least she was very fond of Afsar, but had her husband ever felt about her as she had overheard Tony saying that he felt about her? Had her husband ever desired her in that visceral, full-blooded, way?

Asma felt the blood pumping through her body, the tingle of feelings that she had not felt in many years. Perhaps not since she was a young woman watching the film stars on the big screens of the cinemas back home. Her eyes darted around, hoping that no-one had noticed her excitement, then she carefully adjusted her breathing. Breath in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...

Slowly she seemed to feel her racing heart slow down, felt her brain regain control of her emotions and senses. She knew that she should go back to the counter, she knew what she would likely find if she completed her search. She knew what she should do. What she SHOULD do.

Asma carefully pushed open the door leading to the staff facilities. Immediately she heard it - the rhythmical noise like last time. Her question had been answered. She now knew for sure what Tony and the woman were doing.

"That white-bread husband of yours give it to you like this, eh? Answer me you horny little slut."

"No... no.... never... He's nothing compared... to this."

The woman was panting out the words, gasping for breath between his thrusts. Even so Asma could detect the traces of her accent, Home Counties and private college. Definitely NOT the same woman Tony had been pleasuring here two days ago.

Pleasuring. Asma suddenly realised that was the word that had sprung into her head. She was in little doubt that both women were indeed taking pleasure from Tony's attentions. But did not Iblis always bait his traps with the sweetest of honeys?

"Oh God... that's good... so so good.. How can you... make it so good? Oh GOoddd." The last word began as a half-scream before it was muffled.

"Don't matter how - you just know I can. That's what keeps you coming back. You gonna be back ain't you girl. You gonna need more. Tell me."

"Yes, Yessss." It was more a growl than a scream now.

The noise was coming from the men's toilets. Asma had her ear against the door to catch every word spoken.

The noise paused. "Tell me proper - tell me in that rich-girl voice of yours. Tell me what you need to say and I want to hear."

"I'll be here tomorrow, meet you after work. Then we can have the whole night together. Just like you want."

The noise started again and she heard a short deep bass laugh. "Yeaaaahhhh. That's what I'm liking to hear. We'll go for a drink, then hit a club and then back to my place. What we gonna do there sweetness?"

"We're going to fuck. You're going to fuck me like I need. Like the white boys can't."

There was another low laugh of triumph and then the rhythmical noise resumed, louder and faster.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh......"

A long building female moan again suddenly cut off. Asma leaned into the door and felt it give a little, the door ease open a crack.

The noise came a little louder through the gap. Now Asma heard the shallow excited breathing of the woman with clarity. She could only imagine how the woman felt - she knew that she had never experienced anything like that herself. The woman seemed to have lost her self-control, swept away by passion. Degrading herself here and offering herself to Tony for tomorrow. How many times had they done this, how many more times would they? The woman certainly didn't seem willing to stop any time soon.

The temptations of carnality had proved too much for her. Asma knew that she would never betray herself so. However, temptations come in many packages and at many stages. Asma herself was being tempted at that very moment. Its scale and magnitude was different but Asma could resist it no more that the woman with Tony could.

She eased the door open a little more. She was not sure what drove her but she knew that she could not resist. What would it hurt - if she was careful. The couple would be in a cubicle and would never know she was there.

Carefully and slowly she peeped her head around the door and then suddenly froze in place. Every logical part of her was screaming to retreat and carefully close the door after her. However, logic would never win out this time. The surprise was too great.

Tony and the woman were not in a cubicle.

She was standing and holding onto a wash-hand basin, her skirt hitched up over her hips to bare her bottom. Tony was behind her, making love to her from behind. No - not 'making love' - the couple were fucking. Asma had never felt comfortable using the word but it was the only possible one for what she was seeing in front of her. Tony had one hand clamped on a white buttock while the other fiercely grasped the woman's blonde pony-tail. He was fucking with long, deep strokes, powerful strokes that only ended when their hips met.

Asma's mouth opened a little and then she saw the woman's face in the mirror above the basin. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was open. Asma knew that there was an English word for what the woman was feeling, the word was 'ecstasy'. She also knew that she had never felt it.

"Don't stop... never stop... my pussy's yours. Fuck me, cum in me, claim me...."

The woman 's voice had risen until it was cut off again as Tony moved his hand up to cover her mouth. He looked up as he did it and Asma suddenly saw his eyes in the mirror. Deep, dark, intense and seeming to look straight into her soul!

Again she knew what she should do. Get out of there and report Tony for such lewd behaviour! Again she found that sometimes you didn't do what you were supposed to do. Her tongue flicked out and moistened lips that suddenly seemed very dry.

Tony kept up a steady deep rhythmn of thrusts into the blonde woman but now he spoke.

"Yeah, now you know what Tony can do. Now you know where to come when you need it. That's right ain't it."

The woman moaned her agreement but had Tony been speaking to her? Asma only knew that, via the mirror, his eyes had been locked onto her own.

Tony tightened his grip on the woman's pony-tail. "So Imogen, what you say to any other girls whose husbands been neglecting them? You recommend the Tony treatment eh?"

"Oh God yes," said Imogen "Every woman needs this... at least once."

"Never known one to settle for just once," said Tony. "Now see what I can do for you."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Tony suddenly accelerated his thrusts, transitioning to fucking Imogen hard. She grunted and struggled to keep herself upright on her heels, grasping desperately onto the basin with both hands. Each thrust drew a gasp from her until those gasps became a long shuddering moan.

"Where you want it?" Tony's voice barked out, urgent and strong.

"In me... In me...In me..." There was a desperation in that short repeated phrase, a need, a desperate desire.

Tony grunted and Asma suddenly knew that Tony was meeting Imogen's desire. Filling her with his seed, his baby-making seed. For a moment she was startled but then realised that Imogen must be on birth-control.

"Oh my God but you are magnificent," said Imogen with a bubbly laugh. She bent down and pulled up her underwear. "Got to pull these on or I'll be dripping all over the place for hours!"

Tony moved in and kissed her. "That's like it should be. Keep my seed nice and deep in you, in that sweet tight white-bread pussy. Just one thing'd make it better. When you gonna do that for me?"

Imogen giggled and returned his kiss. "I don't think Rufus would approve of that. Well perhaps he might - but not for HIS wife. Because I don't think you'd just settle for me coming off birth control would you?"

Tony chuckled and his hands found her belly. "Damn right. Soon as you dump them pills I'm gonna be fucking that fine pussy every chance I get until I've got this sweet flat little belly nice and full and round. Turn white-bread into Black bred."

Imogen gave him a smile of wicked naughtiness. "Bet you've used that line a few times. It ever work?"

Tony didn't smile. He just nodded. "Not just once or twice either. You be thinking about it - about being my focus of attention for a while..."

Imogen's teeth showed as she bit her lower lip. Then she playfully swatted at him with one hand. "I've got to be going. Back to work and away from naughty temptations like that. You could get a girl into trouble!"

"When they looking like you - every fucking chance I get," said Tony. The two shared another kiss before leaving.

***

Tony hadn't noticed at what point the pretty little Asian woman had started watching them. He also hadn't seen when she had sneaked away. However, he had seen her there for long enough and knew that she had got his message. He'd had his eye on her since the first time he'd seen her, at her interview. She had a cute face and was slim but that was about all you could tell under all those fucking clothes of hers. He knew her age but she looked damn good on it, had that attraction that some mature women displayed for a man with a connoisseur's taste in fine female flesh.

He'd imagined finding out just what she was hiding under all those dbangs, showing her what a man could do for a fine woman like her. He hadn't thought about it long though. He knew her background - might as well have had 'unattainable' stamped on her file and her forehead!

Now though...

First, he'd been sure it was her the other day listening in while he was fucking Dannii. Now she's popping her head into the men's room to watch him and Imogen. It wasn't like she'd caught fright and run away. That cute little face had been watching them for at least a couple of minutes. Also, he'd seen the signs. Her eyes had been intent, fixed on them, her mouth a little open. Little Asma might be all prim and proper but she'd been excited by watching them.

Didn't necessarily mean she'd be down for some fun any time soon but it did raise her potential a whole heap of levels. He'd be keeping his eye on Asma.

***

"Feeling better?" Ellie prepared to relinquish her post at the counter.

Asma paused. She knew what was required of her. Even in the decadent West such behaviour could not be condoned. They did not call it immorality but rather 'sexual misconduct.' Anyway it was her duty to report what had happened.

"Er, Ellie, while I was back there I heard, er saw, er there was, er..."

Ellie's eyes focused sharply on her. "I can guess. Tony Turner? Tell me - did he act inappropriately towards you? Did he upset you? If he did I'll..."

"NO, no, he has not upset me. But it is perhaps not appropriate that such things happen. It might upset someone else." Asma wasn't sure what she was saying until she had said it. She only then realised that she did not want to get Tony into trouble. She only wanted to be seen to do the right thing. The realisation came as a shock to her.

"You are sure? We all know Tony. He is amazingly good at his job or he'd have been fired years ago. I can say one thing. He will NOT make a move on you. He understands that won't fly any more. But if a woman shows her interest in him then..." Ellie raised a plucked eyebrow. Her hand patted Asma's. "Anyway don't worry about Tony. He is no threat - in fact there have been times when customers cut up rough that we've been VERY pleased to have him around. I will back you up if you really want to report him but..."

Asma shook her head. "No, I will not report him. It is just very strange for me. I suppose I should just avoid him. At least when his, er, 'friends' are so loud that will be easy to do."

Ellie nodded and patted Asma's hand again. "You can always talk to me. You know that don't you?"

***

That night Asma lay in bed next to her husband. The events of the day, especially certain events, just kept replaying themselves over and over again in her mind. She felt guilty even thinking about such things next to Afsar. He had been a good husband to her, at least he had tried to be. She did not blame him for their recent troubles. It also was not his fault that he was not very exciting, especially not when it came to the bedroom.

She felt guilty again. Afsar was a good man and had he not done his duty as a husband in that way, had they not got three wonderful children? Were they not the pride of her life?

She knew that was the correct feeling to have but it was suddenly ringing very hollow. Was it wrong to feel that there was more to such things than merely the making of children? She had always believed that it was - but then she had not known...

Tony had shown her. Tony could show her a whole lot more.

Ellie had said that Tony Turner was no threat to her. Well, maybe that was true from Ellie's perspective.

Asma hesitated and then reached out to her husband. Her hand found the warmth of his upper thigh. Afsra grunted and then, still asleep, turned his back on her.

She knew that such things were not to be found here with Afsal. Such passion, such energy, such excitement. Apart from anything else she had seen Tony as he had pulled out of Imogen. She had seen his...

Afsal was slightly-built and he was not large down there. That did not mean that he was not a man, their three children proved that he was! But compared to Tony he seemed small and weak. He could never...

Asma struggled to get to sleep but finally did so. That night she dreamed and her dreams told her what she had already realised in her heart.

For everything that Asma had been for her 42 years Mr Tony Turner was very dangerous indeed...

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"I'm here to see Tony Turner."

The voice was mellifluous, the lilting accent of the more prosperous parts of Edinburgh.

Asma looked up from her counter. A few moments ago she had been thinking only of the journey home, what ingredients she needed for the preparation of her husband Afsar's evening meal. Now she suddenly felt her heart beating a little faster and a sudden dryness in her mouth. The morning was always her busiest time and now at the end of the afternoon, having readied her counter for the next day, she found herself free to observe what was happening.

Or, to be more accurate, to observe the woman who had made that seemingly innocent statement. The woman had long chestnut hair framing one of those faces so pale as to be almost translucent. Asma found such a look very foreign to her but could not deny that sometimes it was striking, almost beautiful. This woman had a ready smile and Asma suspected that Tony would find her very attractive. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she talked to Asma's supervisor, Ellie.

Asma tried to relax, tried not to be obvious in her observation of the woman. Since overhearing those words she had been unable to resist asking herself two questions. 'Will Tony like her?' and 'Will she and Tony..."

The answer to the first question was not difficult to work out. Tony's women, how strange that now she found it natural to think such a thing as 'Tony's women', were not always easy to identify straight away. However, this one would certainly catch his attention. She was undeniably attractive, well-dressed, with that cut-glass upper-class accent and a gold band beside the large diamond ring on her finger. Asma had been here long enough to know that Tony would like her very much.

The woman moved off towards the rear of the store. Ellie's eyebrows flicked up as she turned to go in the opposite direction. Asma suddenly knew that Ellie had been appraising the woman just as she herself had. She also knew that they had had both come to the same conclusion.

Asma saw the clock beside her counter dragging its way through the last couple of minutes of her shift. She thought about Ellie and Tony. They were equals in the store's hierarchy - below only a Manager who kept his visits to the shop-floor as rare as possible. They were both reputedly very good at their jobs which helped the Manager do as little as possible. They also worked well together. Asma was sure that their relationship was purely professional.

Asma was not so sure that it had always been so. Ellie was an attractive woman of about her own age. She had talked to Asma about Tony, reassuring and warning her at the same time. However, some of her comments had suggested a knowledge of Tony acquired at first-hand. Ellie had laughed once when Asma had plucked up the courage to ask her why women would return to Tony again and again. It hadn't been a shocked laugh or a flippant one. It had been the laugh of a woman who knew just why Tony was so popular. A suggestion that if Asma knew what Ellie knew then she wouldn't have to ask such a silly question.

Asma could never ask Ellie outright of course. Ellie was a very good person, a very kind person, someone Asma was happy to think of as a friend. She would never want to upset her by reminding her of such a time. Such a disgrace. Besides if there had ever been anything between the two it was not so now. Had Tony tired of her? Did Tony prefer younger women like that Edinburgh one?

Asma dismissed the last thought without analysing her reason for doing so. She was a modest woman, a good married wife, she had no need of the admiration of any man except Afsar. That was obvious, she knew that. However, she also knew what a guilty pleasure and pride she took in knowing of Tony's interest in her. It was not something to be acknowledged, let alone encouraged, but once understood it could not be denied.

Finally, at long last, the clock moved onto the end of her shift. She completed closing her counter and then, without any concious decision, moved to the back of the store and through the staff door there.

All was quiet. The staff rest-rooms were empty and the last of the afternoon deliveries had been made. The men had gone home, happy to make up for other days when delays had kept them there. The night shift were yet to arrive.

That left Tony's office. Really just a thin partition enclosing a desk and a couple of chairs. She heard voices and carefully crept closer. The partition muffled their voices but she could just make out words and then steps coming towards the door.

Asma's heart leapt into her throat. She quickly moved round to the rear of the office and just made it as the door opened and suddenly she could hear them clearly.

"As I was saying - these would be the access and unloading areas used for your produce. My men are well-trained and we have all the facilities required for perishables. That's what we do here."

"Mr Turner - I was in no doubt about that. I've heard nothing but good about your abilities and attributes." The woman shot Tony a glance.

"We don't get many complaints. My men know the standards that I expect and they live up to them." Tony paused. "I'll confess it's not usual practice for a supplier to come down here in person, I generally deal with the logistics people." Now Tony glanced at her.

The woman smiled, a smile full of warmth and mischief. "A good friend of mine recommended me to come here in person. Imogen felt..." She hesitated and glanced at a camera mounted on the warehouse wall.

"Visual only Tash, no audio," said Tony reassuringly.

"OK," said Tash, "Imogen felt that we might both profit from establishing a personal aspect to our business arrangement."

"Imogen is a good friend of mine too - maybe I didn't realise just how good a friend until a couple of moments ago. So come back into the office and tell me just what you're interested in."

Tony led the way back into his office and pulled the door behind him leaving his fingers wrapped around it for a moment so that the door was left perhaps half an inch ajar. He seemed his usual cool unflappable self but Asma knew he must have been excited not to take care to close the door properly. She hesitated a moment but her curiosity was always going to be too strong for her to resist. She moved over to the doorway. She could hear them clearly and by dropping to one knee she could even put one eye to the door.

"So - after all Imogen told you - and after coming and seeing what's on offer here - what you thinking Tash?" Tony's deep voice was very audible. His comment was phrased as a question but his confident delivery suggested he already knew the answer.

Tash gave a silvery little giggle. "I'm thinking I'd like the same sort of arrangement as Imogen has."

"That right," Tony paused, "cause I'm seeing rings on that finger. Tell me about that."

"Alastair is a friend of Rufus, Imogen's husband. They share certain ..., er, interests. That's why when Imogen told us about you, well..."

Her voice tailed off. Asma was not surprised. How shameful to have to confess such a thing about your husband! What man would want his woman to be with another man, let alone a man like Tony!

"So this his idea or your idea? Who brung it up first?"

"He'd talked about it a couple of times - but just teasing me. Asking if I found Black men attractive, if I'd ever been with one..."

"Had 'ya?"

"No - and I didn't admit how attractive I find a certain type of Black man. I wasn't sure then whether it was a good idea to tell him that. I was worried he'd want me to act on my desires."

"But here you are." Asma could see Tony's smile as he framed the words.

"But here I am." Tash's face wasn't visible to Asma but she knew that Tony's smile had been returned. "Alastair's teasing just sort of kicked off that dormant desire, that fantasy that I'd always had. But there was no way I'd ever do anything about it - not until I met Imogen and she told me about you. Then it wasn't just a fantasy anymore, then I knew it could become real."

"So your husband knows you're here and why you're here?"

"He just thinks I'm at work..."

Tony observed her closely and then nodded. "You said you like a certain type of man - care to describe him."

"I like a confident man, a strong man, a man who knows what he wants. A man who isn't afraid to take charge but is able to give a woman what she wants and needs."

"Hubby like that?"

"Oh God no!" Tash laughed.

"Right then - so we know where we're at. I don't care what you tell that husband of yours. But he's got no part of this. What we have is gonna be between me and my woman. Understood?"

"Yes." Again Asma didn't have to see Tash's face, she could hear the suppressed excitement bound up in that one word. For a moment she imagined that it was her sat in Tony's office, her having this conversation with him. She stifled the thought immediately and tried to ignore it. But if that thought wasn't powerful and real then why had she been watching and listening at this door for five minutes?

"Here's how its going to be Tash. I finish work in two hours time. There's a good place I know a street down. We can meet up there, have something to eat and then I'll take you back to my place and we can get this thing started like I mean to carry it on. That sound good?"

"Tonight?"

"You think I'm planning on waiting?"

Tash laughed. "Flattering but I'd arranged to..."

"With your husband?"

"Yes but..."

"Decision time them." Asma heard a chair move back as Tony stood up. He made a gesture and Tash stood too. "I'll help you make your mind up," he said. Strong dark hands pushed Tash's skirt up and around her waist. She gasped, her eyes locked on his.

"So - you gonna be a good little wifey or you gonna be a Black man's woman? Because you'd best know that I expect my women to be naughty little sluts. The more high-class and white-bread they start out the more naughty and dirty I like to make them. So let's get started by you giving me those expensive-looking panties for a souvenir."

There was no hesitation. Tash pushed her panties down and held them up for him.

Tony took them and tucked them into his pocket. He nodded his satisfaction and then he moved forward. He picked up Tash as if she was weightless and then gently laid her onto his desk. His hands grasped her thighs firmly and his head moved purposefully down between her legs.

Tash gasped and giggled. Her hands ran through his short dark hair as he skilfully pleased her with his mouth and tongue. She had been exited to come here, more excited by their conversation - now she was primed for his attentions. Her senses and nerves attuned for every teasing stimulation. It didn't take long.

"Fuck me Tony, fuck me."

He moved a hand so that his thumb could skilfully work her clitoris as he spoke. "You know what I want." Then his tongue was back at her wet pussy.

Tash paused a moment and then reached into her pocket. She dialled and then after a few moments spoke. "Hey baby - I'm sorry but work is crazy today - No I don't think so - Oh, that's great honey. I'm not sure when I'll get back. - I love you too honey. - See you later." She cut the connection and Tony went into overdrive. Skilled lips, tongue and fingers all demanding their tribute and it soon came. Tash moaned and her legs quivered against his shoulders. Tony didn't pause but kept working that sweet white pussy until Tash had experienced a long rolling orgasm that left her pale face flushed and her eyes wide and sparkling.

"Oh God," she gasped. "Will you fuck me now?"

Tony gave a confident smile and shook his head. "Oh no, I got plans for you. We meeting up like I said and after our meal I'll be taking you home and showing you how a real man fucks a premium pussy like this. Sound good?"

He moved forward and their mouths met, tongues connecting and trading intimacies. Then he grasped her waist and gently listed her off his desk. Tash gave a long outtake of breath and smoothed her skirt back down her legs.

They swapped details and he told her where they would be meeting later. Asma wondered how often Tony had met women there - how often he had take them home and... She carefully stood up, her legs feeling weak, and moved back behind the office. They would be coming out soon. She felt warm, the adrenaline-laden blood pumping powerfully through her body. Some came from the fear of being discovered spying on them but she knew that it wasn't all that. It was also something else - something that she dared not acknowledge.

Tony came back and stood outside his office. Asma wished he would go inside so she could complete her escape. Instead he looked around, smiled and then took a seat on the step up to his office. There was the click of a lighter and then he blew smoke into the air.

"Damn but that girl had a real prime sweet-tasting pussy. Almost a shame to smoke after eating that! So what you reckon - think she'll be coming back for more later on?

Asma froze where she stood. She knew he couldn't see her so who was he talking to? Or was he talking to himself?

"I'm thinking she'll be back - hell, I'm knowing she'll be back. Had a taste of how things can be and she won't be going back to what she settled for before. That'll count for double after tonight." Tony gave a deep low laugh, the laugh of a man supremely confident in his abilities. "Yeah I'd bet a grand to a penny that she'll be back. You taking that bet Asma?" He chuckled again.

Panic ran through Asma's brain. How had he known she was there? Should she run away or should she face him down and pretend to have seen nothing. She rejected both ideas immediately. Instead she stayed where she was and hoped he would decide she hadn't been there after all.

"Hope you enjoyed the show girl. Getting to be something of a habit ain't it. Maybe I should tell you in advance so you can find a more comfortable place to watch. Just pass me the word." He chuckled and blew out another plume of smoke. "Of course if you want to cut to the chase and take our girl's place on my desk instead of just looking on then we can arrange that too. I can show you just how good a man can make a woman feel. I've been thinking about that since the first time I saw you. When you're ready just let me know." Tony crushed the butt of his cigarette under his shoe and went back into his office.

Asma remained frozen in her hiding place for a moment. The significance of his words rushing through her mind. Now there was no doubting her position. Tony wanted her and she had only to say one word and... She was horrified by her own thoughts They were, or should have been, literally unthinkable! She would need help and advice She could quit her job and never see Tony again but that would not stop the thoughts she now had, the dreams she now had.

Finally Asma got her thoughts together and left - watched all the way by Tony on his office monitor.

***

He looked almost impossibly old. His face a mass of wrinkles above a thick white beard His dark cap barely hid how sparse his long gray hair now was. His expression showed very little - certainly neither approval nor denunciation. His dark eyes, sunk improbably far into his face, just observed her as she told him all that had happened. The occasional slight nod the only signal that he understood her and wished her to continue.

Syed Abdul had seemed to be very old even when Asma had first come to this country. As a Hyderabadi he had welcomed them and helped them. When things had gone wrong he had stood by them and had not altered his attitude to them by one degree. That could not be said of everyone. In the good times they had left his little study centre to attend the main mosque. Now the converted semi-detached house was one again their main spiritual focus, somewhere Afsar was not scorned or laughed at.

Finally Syed spoke. "At work you dress as you do now - I mean with modesty?"

"Always."

"I did not doubt it. Ah, but sometimes the creator has given a person beauty that is not easily hidden. This man you speak of - is he a believer?"

"No."

"That is something - for a man of faith to behave so would be damning indeed. Not only for him but for all of us."

Syed again seemed sunk in thought - his deep dark eyes observing her closely.

"Forgive me sister but I must ask this - you have not encouraged this man?"

"I ... no," Asma felt a little flustered by the question.

"Ah," said Syed with a raised eyebrow, "I am not so sure of that. Not that you intended to do so but even in your telling you show that you have showed interest in him, in his women, in his ... behaviour. Could not a man perceive that and regard it as encouragement?"

Asma hung her head in shame.

"Let us approach this with realism and accuracy. Tell me sister are you interested in this man? Do you find him attractive?"

"He is ... very strong and confident and ... I do find him handsome. But I would never..."

Syed held up a thin hand. "The creator gave us our desires. They are no sin as others believe. The sin lies in acting upon them, in refusing submission to the laws that the creator has ordained for us. This you understand?"

Asma nodded.

"Our laws made order and peace out of chaos and violence. Our laws maintain that order and peace. Even in this country what violence and injustice is caused by lust - lust for money, for power, for illicit sex. You see this as well as I?"

Asma nodded again.

"So - since no sin has been committed I will not make any ruling but just offer my advice. First, you are a married woman and as such must not give in to any of the temptations you are offered or may feel. Second, you must speak to your husband, it is his right to know what has happened. With some couples I would not advise this but Afsar is a good and gentle man. It is his love and care for you that must be repaid with your honesty. Third, you must pray. The All-Merciful does not aim to tempt or to trap us. He gives us the strength and the wherewithal to faithfully follow the true path. Now go with my blessing."

***

It was not easy to tell her husband but Asma knew in her heart that what Syed had advised was correct. She knew that some wives would have cause to fear their husband's reaction. That was not true with Afsar - he was, again as Syed had said, a gentle soul. Instead she was worried about how much it would hurt him.

His reaction seemed a mix of bewilderment and confusion.

"This man - this Tony - he is your boss?"

"No, well he is a supervisor but he is not my boss."

"He has not tried to force you to do anything...he has not used his position..."

"No, no, he has not done that. I am sure he would not do that. He wants me to come to him - to give myself to him. As... as all of his other women do."

"But you are a married faithful woman and he is a Black man, did you say a Jamaican?"

Afsar's voice broke off.

Asma could usually read her husband's reactions in his face but not today. He was surprised, no shocked, but what lay underneath that shock?

Afsar suddenly stood up. "I must go to consider this, to think about this. I must..." He broke off and strode out of the room. Asma heard the door to his study close and then the key turned in the lock.

It was a hard twenty minutes. Waiting for her husband and knowing what pain she had caused him. She didn't know what he would say but she felt that she knew what had to be done. She would have to leave her job. It would make life very hard and she would miss her friends but her husband would never allow her to remain there under the lusting eyes of a Black man.

Even as she thought it Asma felt a tingle go through her body. She visualised Tony watching her instead of the other way around. She struggled to control her thoughts and heard, almost with relief, her husband's door open.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Her words came out in a rush. "I know what must be done - I will give in my notice at the shop."

Her husband paused, seemed again to be surprised. "Do you wish to leave there?"

"I, well no but..."

"Then you must not. The responsibility for all this lies with me, with my failings. My only concern is about this man, can you be sure about him? Tell me again all that you know about him."

Asma again told her husband about Tony and about the three occasions on which she had encountered him and his women. As she spoke she knew that Afsar was watching her intently, his eyes bright and his attention focused sharply on her. She remembered that look - that intensity. It had been many years since she had seen it in her husband, certainly not since things had gone wrong with his business.

"Promise me that you will tell me anything that this man does." Afsar moved forward and took her in his arms, pulling her close to him. "If he is a danger to you then we will act. Otherwise I suppose I must pay the price for marrying so beautiful a woman." Asma tried to process his words even as his lips found hers, even as she felt the bulge in his trousers pushed against her, even as he led her to the bedroom.

***

Afsar grunted and panted, the sweat already beading on his brow. He was not as young and fit as he had once been. He was also very excited, excited by his wife as he had not been for many years. He knew that he wanted to hold off but he also knew that he could not. He groaned once more and came before collapsing winded onto his wife.

Asma groaned too, but silently. It had been so exciting to see her husband once more like that, as they had been when they were younger. Taking her to bed to claim her as his wife! That hadn't happened since their son was born! It had been exciting, invigorating. She had begun to feel the desire and passion flow through her and then...

Afsar stirred and eased his weight off her. It was just as well that he was a slight man - if he had been Tony he might have crushed her. Asma felt the sudden intoxicating rush of feelings through her as she imagined that it had been Tony with her. It was momentary but it could not be denied. She let out a long shuddering breath as she fought to bring her thoughts back under control.

She shot a guilty glance at her husband and saw that he was watching her intently.

"You are thinking about him?"

She didn't know what to answer, felt the guilt and the shame of it. Thinking of another man, a Black man, while lying beside her husband in their marital bed. Only a whore would do such a thing.

Afsar's hands found her and gently held her. She heard his voice whispered into her ear.

"Tell me about him Is he a bigger man than me?"

Afsar was only an inch or two taller than she was. She nodded and then whispered, "'Yes."

She felt the warmth of his body behind her as she lay on her side. Again his voice, intense with emotion, was in her ear.

"Is he stronger than me?"

Afsar was slightly-built and had worked in an office or behind a counter all his life. Tony was a big man and worked out, every movement displaying the power of his muscles. "Yes," she said, felling her mouth suddenly becoming dry.

"Is he younger than me?"

Tony was no teenager - but he was a man absolutely in his prime. That mix of power and experience. Asma again felt her body reacting to just the thought of the man. "Yes."

"Is he a handsome man - do you find him attractive, more attractive than me?" She hesitated and then felt his lips gently kissing her ear, felt his cock hard again at her back. For her husband to have recovered so soon after having sex. Even when he was a younger man...

"Tell me. Please..." His voice was insistent, but now also pleading. He wasn't accusing her. This was something else.

She didn't want to hurt him. "You are very different but..." one last hesitation and then she allowed it to come forth, "..but he is a very handsome man. Not as you are - in a different way." She tried to prevent it but knew her voice had tailed off. Afsar was a good man, a good husband - like a comfortable favourite garment. But some things Afsar was not and could not be - he was not handsome and exciting like... like Tony.

"So this young strong handsome Black man desires my beautiful wife." She felt his body move and then his cock was first against her and then pushing back into her. He began slow thrusts, all the time his hot breath in her ear, his words finding her.

"You think he has imagined what I am feeling now? The perfection of my beautiful wife." His hands found her breasts, holding then as he made love to her. She felt enfolded into him, his male presence. One again she felt her excitement starting to rise. It had been so long!

The tone of his voice shifted a little. "Imagine that it WAS him. Your big strong Black admirer here in your bed with you - his big Black cock claiming you. That he, Tony, was here and fucking you - fucking you as a beautiful woman should be fucked, fucking you as I never could."

Afsar was a very clean-minded man. He very rarely swore, only at the greatest provocation or, as Asma now realised, when he was very, very, excited. That excitement had made its way into his love-making. The gentle strokes had become fast lunging ones. Full of passion and desire for her but still lacking something. They took her so far but only so far. It was good but she knew that there could be more.

She needed it and so she followed her husband's whispered instruction. She closed her eyes and imagined that the hands on her breasts were Tony's hands, that the lips at her ear were Tony's lips, that the cock in her pussy was not Afsar's slim brown dick but rather Tony's Big Black Cock. That it was Tony claiming her - expressing his desire for her - fucking her. Fucking her as a man of his potency and experience could, fucking her as a man like her husband could never do.

She gave a little gasp and then a long shuddering cry. Felt the passion and desire flood through her, capturing every part of her and building towards another, greater, peak. As her husband continued to make love to her the dam finally broke and she cried out. "Fuck me Tony, FUCK ME!!!" A second or too later she heard her husband grunt again as he came.

They said no more, just lay there together with his arms enfolding her. What was there to be said? Each had revealed a part of themselves that had previously been hidden, each had enjoyed the consequences. The next morning Asma tried to raise the situation but her husband had raised his hand.

"Just tell me all that Tony does and says. Promise me."

As a husband he could have been demanding the information as his by right. Instead it was almost a plea.

"I promise," she replied.

***

"But when you are married..."

"Mum," replied Rubina, "first of all I am not planning on getting married quite yet..."

She left the rest unsaid but Asma really didn't need it spelling out again. It wasn't like they hadn't had the conversation many times before.

Asma had grown up in Hyderabad, her daughter had grown up in London. There was a big difference there. Their homes might have been similar but their colleges and surroundings had been worlds apart.

Her daughter was a beautiful young woman, even allowing for the natural bias of being viewed through a mother's eyes. She was also a young woman who saw no reason to conceal her beauty. Her long dark hair was tied back, her trim figure shown off to the best advantage by her well-tailored business outfit.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Asma asked.

"Do you want to know?" her daughter replied, a slight smile at the edges of her mouth.

It was always like that when they first met. A friendly little fencing match between two women who were so close in many ways and so different in some others. Asma had always felt a stronger connection to Rubina than to her other daughter Samreen. It was strange because Samreen had come much closer to following her mother's path, the path of tradition. Rubina was very much her own woman - a woman of the world in which she had always lived, the Western world. Now she was starting her career in the City - something of which any mother could be proud but...

It was not Asma's tradition for a woman to operate independently, to make her own money and her own career. She worried that Rubina might struggle to find a good '. husband who could look after her and her children.

"How are things with you and Dad?" The question cut through Asma's thoughts. She knew her daughter was asking about money and not... other things. She felt some heat in her cheeks. Thank goodness for that at least.

"We are alright I think. I have my job and Afsal is working hard for Mr Suraj. It isn't easy but..." She gestured with her hand.

"Well you know..." Rubina also let her sentance fade out unfinished and simply nodded her head. It was gently done but Asma still felt the sting. Her daughter was just starting out but already offering them financial help if they needed it. What irony! Hadn't she just been thinking about how Rubina needed a man to look after her. Yet Afsal had left them perhaps needing such help. It hadn't been his fault but still...

"Shall I introduce you to some of my friends. They'd love to meet you." Rubina was being tactful. Hurrying them on from so necessary but embarrassing a subject.

They went to a very expensive-looking establishment and Asma was introduced to a number of Rubina's colleagues. They were uniformly young, uniformly confident and uniformly well turned-out. Other than that they spanned genders, ethnicities and creeds. It was a world much more cosmopolitan than that of Rubina's parents and Asma took the subtle message. She understood that her daughter existed and thrived in this world. It was a good thing but sometimes it worried her.

"I brought your usual - can I get you anything Mrs Hashmihad?"

Asma looked up - startled out of her thoughts. A tall young man in a smart business suit was smiling at her, his warm dark eyes twinkling as he observed her. Asma was looking at the glasses that he had placed on the table.

Rubina pushed her own glass in front of her mother. "Try it - they have a good line of these here for those of us who don't drink alcohol. It's not just us who have to adapt sometimes." The younger woman allowed her eyebrow to rise a little and Asma knew that her daughter had been reading her thoughts.

Asma cautiously picked up the glass and sipped. It tasted very pleasant, very refreshing. She raised the glass to her lips again.

"I guess I'll get another then," laughed the young man as he handed his own untasted glass to Rubina.

As Asma thanked him she noticed the glance between the young man and her daughter. They were clearly good friends but were they only friends? She realised with a sudden intensity how such a prospect would have alarmed and shocked her only a few weeks ago.

Her daughter was watching her closely and Asma chose her words carefully.

"He seems ... a very nice young man. Are you good friends?"

Rubina didn't answer immediately, she paused and then very definitely said, "Yes, we are. Moussa is a really good guy." Her eyes were still fixed on her mother.

Asma didn't know what she would have said a month ago. Now, however, she simply nodded and smiled at Rubina. No more words needed to be spoken. The two women understood each other. Rubina might have been surprised to have avoided a potential crisis but she was self-possessed enough to hide it very well.

"Here we are..." He was back and placing his glass on the table.

"So your name is Moussa - that is unusual..." Asma could sense her daughter's eyebrows arching and mouth tensing. However, a mother needed to know such things!

Moussa didn't take it amiss. He simply gave a good-natured little laugh and smiled a brilliant smile. "Not so unusual in Gambia where my parents grew up. Not common here but change the spelling a little..."

Asma shared his smile. Moussa or Musa - they were a little different but still basically the same. A name she knew very well, a good ---c name. Again she didn't have to be watching her daughter to know what she was doing. The smile and the shared glance with Moussa.

A month ago she would have been horrified that her daughter might have a Black boyfriend, a boyfriend from outside of their tradition. Now...

***

"OH FUCK - you are so fucking good at that!"

She would have known the voice even if she couldn't see what was happening. The mellifluous lilting Edinburgh tones of Tash. Her legs up on Tony's shoulders, the Black man's mouth at her pussy, teasing her and then driving her emotions to an ever higher pitch.

Asma again found herself pressed against the flimsy partition of the office, her eyes fixed to the small slot that she had discovered cut there. She again felt the blood pumping through her body, her reaction to what was happening in the office, to the obvious intensity of Tash's pleasure from Tony's skilled lovemaking.

"Don't make we wait Tony - pleeeeaasseeeee give it to meeeeeee."

Tony rose up from his position between Tash's legs. He smiled and slowly undid his belt, then let his trousers fall to the floor.

"Yes." Asma heard herself say the word as Tony's cock was exposed to her gaze. She had seen it before and it was as she remembered. Big and Black and hard.

Tony stepped forward and gently tapped his big cock on the pale skin of Tash's belly. He eased forward letting his hard shaft slide forward. Tash's eyes were fixed on his cock, wide at the realisation of how deep he would be in her. Asma couldn't tear her eyes way either.

"Now Tony - now - please fuck me."

Tony just nodded and eased back before aligning himself and pushing the first couple of inches of his Big Black Cock home into Tash's wet inviting pussy.

"Yes ... Yes..." Tash's arms rose up to hold his sides. Tony smiled again and began a rolling rhythmn as his own hands pushed under Tash's top. Skilled fingers found her nipples and teased them to hardness.

Asma could stand it no longer. All that she was seeing - and all that she was feeling as a result of it. She knew she should feel shame but she could not help it. Her hand found its way into her clothing and finally she touched herself. She found herself wet, knew that she was ready. Her fingers played and teased, in time with the strokes of the big Black cock into Tash. She fought to stifle her own sounds - to let them be drowned out under the moans coming from Tash.

KNOCK - KNOCK - KNOCK.

Asma almost jumped up - despite the fact that she knew no-one could see her. Tony hardly reacted at all - he certainly didn't break the rhythmn of his fucking.

"Come in," he said loudly.

The door opened and a younger Black man came in. Asma seemed to recognise him. Behind him, hand in hand, was a woman in a smart suit. Asma realised that she could not distinguish the new woman's face as it seemed blurred.

Tony moved his hand and swept some files off the other end of his desk. The girl in the suit moved up and sat on the newly-cleared space as her man moved to undo her clothing.

Tony chuckled. "Yeah - that's right Moussa. Your girl's like Tash - once they get a taste they can never get enough. That's right ain't it Tash?"

The response was another long shuddering moan from Tash.

Asma didn't hear it. She had just processed what Tony had said, the name he had used. Suddenly she saw who the girl was who was now pulling down the younger man's trousers, her brown hand finding his already hard Black cock.

Asma gasped and stood up sharply, losing her balance in the tangle of her clothing. She lurched against the wall and - impossibly - the wall seemed to dissolve and propel her into the office.

"At last," said Tony, "about time you joined us." He reached out a hand towards Asma and she...

-

Asma lurched up in bed, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Tony!"

The word seemed to echo in the quiet of her bedroom. She still wasn't sure she had really said it out loud until she felt a body move in close behind her.

"You are dreaming of him," softly whispered the voice of her husband. His hand reached around her body and touched her. "Dreaming of him has excited you..." There was no accusation in Afsar's tone, just a statement of fact. She felt him now hard against her back, felt his body shift its position and then felt him enter her. She needed it - she needed a man at that moment, she needed her husband.

She tried to allow herself to be enfolded into the moment, tried to allow her emotions and passions to build and crest as Afsar made love to her. Yet even as he did - and however much she tried - she only found herself wondering how it would be with Tony.

== ==

[Blue Bull]

A Love Story
(A love story about overcoming complex odds...)

By: MohanSingh

I was walking back from the hospital to my apartment. I had recently qualified as a doctor and now I was working all hours of the day.

It is every parents dream that their child becomes a doctor but they never think of the work that goes into being a doctor. There was a routine that came with people working 9-5 but being a doctor meant working crazy hours.

I had just finished a 20 hour shift and I was walking to my apartment which was a couple of blocks away from the hospital. As I walked along the dark streets lit by street lamps I had this unnerving sense that I was being followed. My body was telling me something was not right but every time I looked around I saw nothing out of the ordinary.

The night was filled with extraordinary highs and heartbreaking lows. I had saved the life of a man that was bleeding out from a gunshot wound. Saving a life is the ultimate win for a doctor but it soon becomes just part of the job. Tonight a patient came in suffering from a heart attack. I tried everything but unfortunately his frail condition meant there was nothing more I could do. The heartbreaking part is talking to the families and breaking the news.

As I reached my apartment that unnerving feeling did not leave me. I finally got into bed and I rolled around just feeling the sheets and the comfort of the bed. After a long shift there was nothing better than this. I had to be up in 8 hours as my next shift started before I could really relax. There were days where I did not even get time to eat as I was constantly doing rounds.

The next few days I had that similar feeling that someone was following me. I was talking to Imran who was the Senior Consultant and he said, "Sangheeta you really should buy a car. The hospital is where we work but it is not a nice part of town."

He was my senior and he was guiding me through on my journey. He had climbed up quickly and I only estimated he was late 20's or early 30's. I thought about buying a car but I did not like spending money on myself as I was sending money back to my mother in India. My mother was a widow and our father had left us penniless. My mother had sold her jeweler and property to send me to study abroad so I would not have to live her life. I have ever since been sending her money to try and repay her.

On my next shift Imran asked me if I had bought a car but I told him, "I cannot afford to spend money on luxuries. My mother is not well and I need to send whatever money I make to look after. She sacrificed a lot for me. Selling anything she could to send me to study. Now I must pay her back."

I was getting emotional and he put his hand on my shoulder, "What about your father?"

I told him, "I never met my father. He died before I was born."

He squeezed my shoulder and pulled me into a much needed embrace. I struggled to connect with people and my long hours meant I could not socialize much or meet friends. My social life was orientated around work and it was the only place I interacted with people.

I was sharing the apartment with Ashanti but I rarely saw her as we lived separate lives. She was a lawyer and had a regular routine but I worked at all hours of the day.

I had that same feeling on my walk home of being followed but I could not see anyone and I put it down to my own paranoia. It still made me feel uneasy and I called my mother to try and distract myself. It was always difficult to call my mother due to the time difference and I would try to make time on the way back from work or during a break.

The next day at work I was watching over a patient with a broken arm when Imran called me into his office. We had a friendly relationship but he was also my supervisor and there was always a concern that he may have an issue with my work. He said, "I have beam thinking of what you said yesterday and I want to help you. It is just a small gesture."

He slid across his desk a set of car keys. I looked at him a little confused, "What is this?"

He seemed concerned, "I don't want you to feel unsafe working here. It is nothing special. Just something to get you home and to work."

I was never one to accept charity, "I cannot take this. I just feel uncomfortable with such a gift."

He put his hand over mine and said, "Sangheeta, I am not some stranger, you are my friend and I want to look after you."

I knew I should not accept as I was taking advantage of his generosity but I had been feeling unsafe recently and reluctantly agreed, "Thank you so much. I promise I will pay you back once I qualify."

Imran showed me how the car works as it was slightly different to the car I had trained on. I felt a lot more comfortable driving around and it also saved me a lot of time that I spent walking or waiting for a bus.

Shanti asked me about the car, "Are you driving a car now? You never told me."

I did not think of it being a big deal, "A friend gave it to me at work after I told him about my troubles getting to and from work."

Shanti seemed concerned, "A friend? That is $20,000 car. No friend simply buys a car that expensive. Are you dating someone?"

She joined me on the couch as she came in from the open plan kitchen. I was shocked at the cost, "I did not know the cost. It was Imran. We are just friends and he is my supervisor."

Shanti looked worried and went into overprotective mode, "No one gives a gift that expensive without expecting something in return. You are free Friday night right? I want to meet this Imran and understand his intentions."

I had a rare Friday off, "I am free this Friday but Imran is just nice."

She slapped my leg and said, "That is final. Invite him to a party on Friday and I will invite some friends."

The next day at work I asked Imran, "You did not tell me the car was so expensive. I feel so silly that the car is so expensive."

He seemed oblivious that the cost would be an issue, "It was my spare car. I am sorry I did not think about the price. I had a spare car and you needed a car. I can be silly sometimes and not think about money in the same way as others."

I would never be able to pay that, "I can never pay back that amount to you. I don't want to keep it."

He came around and put his hand on my arm, "I don't want you to pay me for it. Keep it for as long as you need it. Return it when you don't need it and you buy your own. Friends help each other and money should not be a problem between friends."

He was just being a friend and I was letting Shanti get into my head, "Ok. I am sorry for being silly. My flat mate is having a small party. I would like it if you also came as I will not have many friends there."

He agreed to come but he would be late as his shift finished in the evening. I said that would be fine and we would wait for him.

The party started at 8.00 but he turned up at 10.00 still in his scrubs. Shanti had invited a lot of her friends but they were all girls. I never felt comfortable around them and they were a bitchy crowd. But as Imran entered I saw their reaction and they all looked over asking the same or similar question;

"Who is he?" "Is he Shanti's new beau?" "A doctor. He can give me a checkup anytime." "Do they make doctors that hot?"

He was like a lamb coming into a den of lions but in the crowd he spotted me and waved at me. I felt slightly embarrassed as the girls turned their attention to me in a surprised and envious manner. I had never seen Imran in this way before and it made me see him for the first time as a desirable male partner.

Shanti came over and introduced him and gave me a little wink as she did so. She was clutching his bicep as she did so and I cringed inside. I had never seen Imran in any sexual way before and a part of me was confused why the girls found him so hot. He gave me a bemused smile as he shrugged his shoulders as to say what have you invited me to.

Shanti quickly dragged him to the kitchen as I mingled with the other girls. I could hear snippets of their conversation and the questions. She was interrogating him like he was on the witness stand;

"What are your intentions?" "Why did you buy her the car?" "What do your parents do?" "How old are you?" "Where are your parents from?"

He was being patient and seemed to answer all of her questions. I had to rescue him from Shanti; she could be a demon if she ever got you one on one. She always had to interrogate all of my friends.

I walked over to the kitchen, "Imran have you been offered a drink?"

He shook his head no. Almost too afraid to speak. I poured him a glass of wine and topped my own as I said, "Let me show you the rest of the apartment."

I took him away from Ashanti and I began to show him around. He said, "I am really sorry I did not change. I finished up late and before I knew it, it was already 10 and I rushed over not wanting to let you down."

As the girls seemed to be distracted I ducked into my room with him. We sat on the floor leaning against the bed, "Don't worry about that. You look nice. I am sorry about all this. Shanti wanted to meet you after you bought me the car. I told her it was so silly."

He laughed, "I thought she was writing my autobiography she asked me so many questions. I told her we are friends and I care about you. Which girls were your friends?"

I laughed at his little joke, "She can be intense but it is from a good place. I hope you were unscathed. They were all girls I met through Shanti. You were the only one I invited."

I was getting a little drunk as I had a few glasses of wine and I was leaning my head on his shoulder as I said, "I really like spending time with you."

I turned his face to face me and I felt him caress my cheek. Our eyes were locked and I felt this warmth radiate through me. I was waiting for him and he was waiting for me. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and leaned in the final distance to kiss him. Our lips touched tenderly and that warm feeling began to grow inside me. Was this love?

I used my tongue to swirl his tongue as I felt something overtake me. An urgent need was overtaking me and I climbed on top of him feeling his hardness beneath me.

All of a sudden there was knocking on the door, "Sandra, the girls are leaving."

I was sick of people getting my name wrong so when I was in groups including white people I would always call myself Sandra.

Our kiss broke off due to the sudden intrusion and I climbed off Imran. I saw that the drinks had spilled over the floor in our intensity. Imran looked at me forlornly and I kissed him once more and ran my hands through his curly hair.

It was the first time I was seeing in this way and I was already in love with him.

We then got up, "Sorry Shanti. We are coming now."

Imran then looked at me with a smirk, "Sandra?"

We both burst out laughing and I tried to explain, "You know people cannot say names if it is more than 2 syllables."

He just shook his head and Shanti was standing at the door looking like a judgmental mother, "What have you two been doing?"

I knew Shanti would not approve after all that car business, "We were just having a quiet drink and talking about work."

She looked at me questioningly, "A party is not the place for a quiet drink."

Imran then interjected, "I have the early shift tomorrow. I need to get home and sober up."

He leaned in for a kiss but saw me give eyes to Shanti and he changed it to a hug. He also hugged Shanti and said, "See you soon."

After Imran and the girls had left Shanti began her inquisition and I told her we only had a quiet drink and that is when her forensic analysis began, "Why was the wine spilled on the floor? Don't think I didn't notice that his lips resembled a similar shade to yours by the end."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "Don't be a judgmental bitch. You always do this with boys I like. You make me feel guilty. We kissed and I wished we did more."

She looked at me with a sly smirk, "More?"

She knew how to get a rise out of me, "It is not like that. I don't know why I never saw it before. He is sweet and funny. We are on the same page with everything. He really cares about me also and I have never had that from a boy before."

She was then tapping away on her phone and shoved the screen in my face, "These are his parents."

It was an article about a ground breaking cardiovascular surgeon and his doctor wife. I looked at her slightly perplexed, "Why is that a bad thing?"

She looked up in annoyance, "Why do you think he has a spare car worth over $20,000 dollars and he handed it to you on a whim? They are multi millionaires if not even richer. You come from a lower middle class family at best in India. Do you think they will accept some village girl from India as their new daughter in law?"

She really liked to push my buttons, "I am not some village girl. I am a doctor or will be at the end of this year. Who is talking about marriage? We just kissed and I like him. You always talk this nonsense."

She was not backing down, "What about your mother? Do you think she will be happy for your to marry a '. boy?"

I was too angry at hearing this, "Just shut up. No more of this nonsense. I need to clean the wine from my room."

She looked at me with another smile at the mention of the spilt wine and I just walked away to get started. A few minutes later she joined me and began scrubbing the wine, "I am sorry. I worry about you. You know I do it because I care."

We just hugged it out as we usually did. It was not our first argument and it would not be our last, it was just her nature to question everything.

We cleaned up and I went to bed. Shanti could be a pessimistic but she also gave me some things to think about it. I was working on a different shift pattern all week and I did not see Imran until the following week as we worked the same shift. It was a busy night and I did not come across Imran. The night had slowed down and I was walking back to check the outstanding jobs when I felt someone pull me into an empty room.

I was initially startled and alarmed but when I looked up it was Imran. My senses were aroused already by his sudden accosting of me and upon seeing I had an instinctive reaction as all of a sudden all those emotions from the other night came flooding back. I hungrily kissed him as he lifted me with ease. It was the first time I realized how strong he was as he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around. I could feel his hardness press against my mound as I hungrily swallowed his tongue.

I had never needed anyone this much in my life. I had never felt this way about anyone before. His hands came under me and I felt him squeeze my ass as we intertwined our tongues. I was so hot and I had not taken a breath in minutes as our kissing intensified. He then took me to the bed and let me down gently as we broke our kiss. He pulled down my bottoms and began to kiss up my legs, I threw my head as I wondered if he was just teasing me or would he actually do it? I had never had a man between my legs in that way before. They only ever wanted sex and that was it.

I could feel his hot breath against my mound through my panties. I lurched forward in a hungry attempt to get more urgent contact. He pulled my panties to the side and I felt his hot wet tongue against my mound. I had to bite my hand to stop myself from moaning as his contact became more urgent and he began to kiss and suck on my folds. He was exploring me in a way no one had before and then I felt him direct his attention to my clit and he began to lick it gently.

My body began to involuntarily gyrate as my orgasm was coming ever closer. I could not make a sound as we could both be fired if we were discovered. He began to suck on my clit and I locked his head between my legs as I felt an orgasm overtake me. I let go and he massaged his neck as I worried I had injured him. But he seemed fine as he came up and kissed me. I hungrily kissed him back. He broke it off and said, "I don't know if it is too soon but I love you."

I felt something I had never felt before, "It isn't. I feel it too. I love you too."

We had to get back before we were discovered and we continued the shift as normal.

It was the end of my shift but before I finished I asked Imran, "Do you want to come to my place after work? Don't worry Shanti will not have any questions as she will be at work."

He smiled, "As long as there are no more questions."

As soon as we entered our apartment we tore each other's clothes off. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as we left our clothes thrown all over the apartment. As soon as we got into bedroom he was on top of me kissing me but I stopped him, "You had your fun at the hospital. It is now my turn."

I turned him around so that I was on top of him. I could feel the contours of his muscles on his chest and abs and I felt an animal need inside me grow. How did I not notice such a beautiful man before?"

I began to kiss him but I soon began to kiss down his body savoring every moment. It was then that I found his hardness. I had only felt it through his scrubs before but now it was here before me and I could not help myself as I felt a need to please him. I had never done this before but I began to lick the head of his hardness. I could feel it sprout and grow as I took it into my mouth. I loved this new sensation and I loved I was having this reaction from him. I then began to lick the shaft up and down and licked all the way down to his testicles. I took them in to my mouth and gently suck on them as I brought myself back up and licked his hardness. I had made it all wet and soaked with my saliva when I climbed on top of him and I gently eased myself on it. It was a large size and I had never experienced one so big. I eased myself on to it and began to slowly rock gently back and forth as I tried to get my rhythm. Our eyes were locked and he mouthed, "I love you."

I began to build up my rhythm as I said, "Say it. I love hearing you say it."

He began to meet my rhythm with upwards thrusts as he said, "I love you Sangheeta. I have never felt this way before."

I found my rhythm and I was moving faster and faster on top of him. I pressed down on his chest for leverage as our love making intensified, "Oh Imran. I have never felt this love for someone before."

Our rhythm was in perfect sync and then I felt my orgasm within me like never before as I also felt him reach his climax. I lay on top of him and we shared a kiss as we both came down from our orgasms. I was playing with the hair on his chest as I asked, "Imran, how many relationships have you had before me?"

He gave me a smile as he said, "There have been other girls but I have never felt the way I do about you before. How about you?"

Would a number make me feel better? Was it enough to know I was special?

Shanti was in my head, "I have had two boyfriends in the past. One in India and one while I was studying here. What about you?"

His vague answer made me curious and I needed a number, "I had 3 relationships I would consider serious. One was a high college sweetheart, one in college but it was chaotic and one ended 6 months ago."

Why could he not just give me a number? What is serious and what is not serious?

I didn't want to seem like the crazy girlfriend. It was then I heard the door open to the apartment and I realized the time. I was so comfortable with Imran but now Shanti was back and she would see the evidence all over the apartment.

I quickly threw on a t shirt and panties and ran around the apartment picking up our clothes. I thought I had them all as Shanti walked in. She saw me with a bundle of clothes in my hands and had a smirk on her face, "Are you going to the Laundromat dressed like that?"

She could be such a bitch. She then walked over to the couch and said, "You missed a piece." She threw the pair of boxers that I missed at me.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I gave her a scornful look, "It isn't what you think."

She had a wry smile, "It is exactly what I think and he is definitely better than your last two boyfriends. I mean Vijay the college dropout and Matthew "I want to try Indian" Smith are not really much competition. You have won the lottery now."

She was such a bitch but I still loved her, "Shut up. He is in the other room."

She enjoyed getting under my skin, "I will go to my room and let you get back to what you were doing."

I hated her so much but loved her at the same time. I went back to my room and Imran practically jumped on me before I could close the door. He began kissing and he had my shirt over my head in a matter of seconds.

He began to kiss my breasts and then he began to lick and suck on my nipples. He had me up against the door as his face was buried in my breasts. I loved the sensation and I only craved more. I was getting so turned on by this.

He then kissed down my body until he was on his knees. He lifted me on his shoulders and kissed me where I most wanted it. He was so good as tongue circled my clit. I covered my mouth with my hands not wanting Shanti to hear me but he lifted his hands and pulled my arms away. He wanted to hear me.

I tried to keep quiet but he began to suck on my clit and at that moment any attempts to stay quiet were lost and I could no longer control myself as I came so hard like never before. I knew for sure Shanti had heard me as we had joining rooms.

He then let me gain a standing position and turned me around. He began to kiss my shoulder and my neck and down the centre of my back. The sensuality was something I had never felt before. He then entered me from behind as our bodies were joined like a second skin. He continued to thrust in me as I pulled my upper body forward to try and get a better angle to take him deeper.

I moaned, "Oh god. Imran that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me."

He pulled me back and put his hand on my throat as he turned me to kiss. The pressure on my throat and the kiss drove me over the edge as I came again kicking the door and I felt his cum inside me.

He carried me to bed and we fell asleep. I woke up and Imran was next to me. He began to stir and then his alarm went off, "I need to get back to work. My shift starts in 30 minutes. I will need to shower at work."

He rushed off kissing me goodbye. It was the small things that meant the most to me and brought the biggest smile. It was late in the evening. I hated working shifts as it meant I had no real sleeping pattern. To my surprise Shanti was waiting for me in the living room, "So you had a good sleep. I thought Imran would have needed a shower after everything I heard."

She was a cheeky bitch, "Well he is showering at work. Perhaps you should mind your own business."

She had the bit between her teeth, "If you weren't screaming the house down perhaps I could mind my own business.'I love feeling you inside me'. Hoe big was he then?"

I throw a pillow at her, "You are such a dirty bitch."

She giggled, "It wasn't me that said it, so was he bigger than average?"

She was such a bitch, "All I am giving you is that I was not disappointed."

She laughed, "You dirty little bitch."

We both laughed and despite our differences we loved each other as sisters.

For the next 2 month my relationship grew closer and more intense. One day we were talking and Imran asked, "My family is having a gathering for Eid. I want you to come as my girlfriend."

I was shocked, "Your parents will be ok with you bringing a girl? I have never told my mom about anyone."

He smiled, "My parents are super chill about this stuff. They are not typical desi parents. But you are the first girl I am taking to one of these things so they may ask a lot of questions. I have never been serious about someone before."

I could not believe this. Of course I thought about the next step but I thought we were 6 to 12 months away. Meeting parents meant engagement and I had to talk to my mother before I took this step, "I need to speak to my mom also if we are going to meet parents. I just need a few days."

He agreed and I tried speaking to my Mom. But Shanti was right that my Mom did not like '.s no matter their character and I hated this about my family. I video called my mom that weekend and she was in a good mood talking about her yoga class, "So Mom I am thinking I am ready to settle down."

She had a big smile on her face as she said, "That is very good. Anju's son is also looking to marry and he is an engineer here in Delhi. You can move back and settle here."

My Mom was so infuriating at times but I had to bring her train of thought back, "I have found someone here. He is a doctor. His father is a surgeon and his mother is also a doctor."

She initially seemed disappointed at me dashing her Anju Delhi dreams but she perked up at hearing Imran's credentials, "He sounds like such a good boy. I always prayed for you at the temple and knew you would find someone special. What is his name?"

I dreaded this part, "His name is Imran and I showed a picture I kept in my purse."

Her face immediately turned sour as she said, "This is a '. name. Has he told you he is a '.? Or is he lying to you? They do that secret love jihad."

It really pissed me off but she was my mother, "Mom he told me he is '. but I don't care. He doesn't care what religion I am or even if I follow religion."

My mom held her head in her hands as she said, "I have raised a fool." She cut the phone. I tried calling her back but she did not answer.

I burst into tears and that is when Shanti turned up. She could see me in tears and dropped her bag and came over to me holding me, "What happened? Is it Imran?"

I shook my head no, "It is not him. It is me. Everything is wrong with me."

She held my head against her, "Tell me what happened. We will get through this."

I tried to explain through sobs, "Well Imran asked me a few days ago to meet his parents. He wants to take the next step and we have been talking about marriage and children."

She was running her hands through my hair trying to soothe me, "That is good, I guess. What happened for it to go wrong?"

She was trying to get her words out but was struggling to get through the emotional state, "So I called my mother. I did not want to meet his parents without talking to my mother."

I heard an audible "oh" from Shanti as I mentioned my mother, "Well my mother was happy when I told her about Imran's job but as soon as she heard his name she started talking nonsense about Love Jihad and would not accept it."

Shanti just sat with me in silence for a few minutes as it all sank in. It was a while later after I had calmed down that she said, "We have two options you marry Imran and say goodbye to your mother or you must end it with Imran. He is a good person and does not deserve to be hurt further down the line. But you will regret leaving Imran. You only ever have one true love story in life."

She always had a way of breaking everything down into simple options. It was the lawyer inside her and she always had a way to make me think.

Imran came over the next day to watch a movie. We had this arranged for a few days but when he saw me he knew something was wrong, "Are you ok? What has happened?"

My relationship with Imran was different to anything else I had experienced and I always felt the need to tell him everything so I told him the whole story with my mother. I feared that he would think I came from a backwards inbred family but he was surprisingly calm and understanding, "Some people see the world from their perspective and if they have always been told one thing. It is difficult for them accept anything else. Your mom is ignorant but that is how she has lived. You told me what your mom did for you and I will never ask you to leave your mother for me or anyone else. If you want me to talk to her then I will."

I wished he was more selfish but he cared about me more than anyone and he knew deep down that I would never forgive myself if I abandoned my mother. We ended our relationship that night and agreed to move on but Shanti was right about love and I knew I never would.

3 Months Later

I tried to move on but I would always think of Imran and then Shanti said, "You are so miserable all the time. Just get back together with him."

But I couldn't and would he even take me back now after the rejection? It was a few weeks later that Adrian asked me on a date. He was a fellow trainee doctor but he was a jock type. I had to try and move passed Imran and I felt this was my chance and there may even be a chance with my mother as he was not '.. Perhaps I should make sure before I speak to her.

I had been dating Adrian for 4 weeks but I never felt that spark. We had kissed but there was nothing to it. I returned from another lame date with Adrian when I saw Imran in the kitchen and for a minute I thought I was hallucinating but it was really him, "Imran, what are you doing here?"

He apologized, "I am sorry. Shanti said you would be out on a date? She invited me over to watch a re-run of some Marvel movies."

What on earth was Shanti playing at? She hated superhero movies and I hated superhero movies, "Oh ok. I don't mind watching it too. Which one is on?"

He had that same cute face and I missed him so much, "I think it is an Ironman marathon. I think we would prefer it with your company."

I pulled Shanti into my room and asked, "What are you doing? Why have you invited him?"

She rolled her eyes as to say you caught me, "I just wanted to see how big he was. I thought Adrian could keep you preoccupied for more than an hour."

He held out her hands in front of her as to measure the size and kept moving them further apart. I felt like screaming but I kept my voice down, "You fucking bitch!"

I slapped her as hard as I could. If he did not hear me call he a bitch he would have heard the slap. She laughed like the cold hearted bitch she was, "I deserved that."

We both went back out and acted like nothing had happened. There was a tension between us but we both just ignored each other. It was part way through when Shanti leaned against Imran's chest and he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders as to say that had nothing to with him. I smiled in the knowledge that he still only cared about me.

I could see Shanti move her head further down his body until it was on his abdomen just above his jeans belt. Imran was engrossed in the stupid super hero movie and did not seem to be paying attention to Shanti. She then made that same size movement with her hands I mouthed, "You fucking bitch. I will kill you."

It was then that Shanti made a blowjob imitation using her hand and tongue. She had crossed the line and I throw a pillow striking her in the face. It got Imran's attention also and he asked, "What happened? Shanti what are you doing there?"

How did he not notice her face inches from his dick?

I spoke up, "Sorry. I thought Shanti needed a pillow. She was falling asleep on your lap."

He apologized, "Shanti I am sorry. I should have realized and given you space to sleep on the couch." He moved to the single chair facing me. Shanti was bored as expected and she soon fell asleep. I signaled for Imran to meet him in the kitchen. As soon as we had some space from Shanti, I hugged him so hard and cried again, "I think about you every day. I miss you so much."

He hugged me too, "I feel the same way. But you are dating someone new?"

I felt guilty, "It means nothing. I tried to move on but I am just lying to myself. You are the one and no one else compares. But what about you and Shanti?"

He seemed confused, "I became friends with her when we started dating. She did not want to lose tough so we stay in touch but it is just as friends."

I now knew her game. That bitch had planned this all along to trap me with Imran but it worked. I could no longer hide from my feelings.

I immediately jumped on him locking him in a kiss and wrapping my legs around his waist. We knocked over some utensils waking up Shanti from her sleep. She looked over and said, "So you two are back together" and went back to sleep.

I could not stop kissing him. That hunger had been within me the last 4 months. I broke off our kiss, "I need you inside me now."

He looked over at Shanti but I reassured him, "She is gone for the night. I need you so much."

He sat me on the counter and his hands slid up my skirt and he pulled down my panties. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down.

I whispered in his ear, "Please make love to me. I missed you so much."

Then I felt him thrust into me and I missed that feeling, "I love feeling you inside of me. I love you so much."

We continued to kiss as he fucked he fucked me hard on the counter. I felt every thrust deep within me. I ran my fingers through the back of his hair and pulled it hard as I felt every thrust.

My orgasm then hit me and I pulled his hair so hard snapping his head back, "I fucking lobe you so much." I felt my deep emotions awoken as we reconnected.

He whispered, "I think we might have woken her."

We both giggled as we heard Shanti stir on the couch. He carried me to my bed.

He tore off my clothes and I tore his clothes. We were animals that had been caged and now we were releasing our emotions on each other.

He climbed on top of me and began making love to me. Our hands were all over each just feeling and touch each part of each other. I wanted all of him. Every part of him.

He made gentle love to me but our bodies need began to take over and he soon began to thrust harder and harder. I tried to meet his thrusts but his power took over and he forced my body into submission. I loved feeling his body dominate me.

He took a nipple into his mouth as his thrusting became harder. It drove me over the edge and I came so hard. He came inside me and I just kept him on top of me. I was not going to let him move.

That night my life changed in many ways. Imran was my future and nothing could change that. That was the night that we conceived our first child.

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[Blue Bull]

Accident lead to a cuckold session
By: madhu sudhan

Hi Friends, I’m a 38-year-old married male working in Bangalore. I’m a native of a small town near Madurai, Tamilnadu. I would love to meet women in Bangalore or near Madurai. I have had a few flings with women and couples, and all ladies except one were above my age.

Now, I am coming to the story. This incident happened while I had gone to my native for Christmas Holidays for 10 days. Five days went by normally. I was trying to get a woman to fuck as it’s been a week since I had sex with my wife. I was driving my vehicle in a crowded bazaar.

It’s a very small town, and the road is not more than 30-40 feet. It will be crowded with bikes parked here and there. So people used to walk on the road only. Suddenly one lady crossed the road without seeing the other side, and I ended up hitting her in my vehicle. She fell and started shouting at me.

Lady: Kannu theriyatha, vanthu mela ethura. (Don’t you have eyes, you came and hit me.)

Me: Naan olunga than vanthen, neenga than thappa vanthinga (I drove properly. It was you who crossed without seeing this side of the road)

Then she compromised and tried to get up. By this time, everyone on the road started to do their jobs. She stood up and took a step. But she was hit hard by one of the rods in the vehicle, and it was painful for her.

Me: Are you fine?

Lady: I guess I will be fine.

Saying this, she tried to take one more step and shouted again in pain. She leaned on the bike slightly. I asked where she had to go. She told a village name nearby and said she had to catch the 8.30 PM bus. It was the last one to her village, and it was already 8.20 PM.

I told her I would drop her off at the bus stand. It is hardly one km from the bazaar. Then she said even if she goes to the bus stand, she won’t be able to get inside the bus as she cannot even take a step.

I suggested that I take her on my bike and drop her at her village. It’s 10-12kms from my town. After asking for 2-3 times, she finally agreed to it and sat on my bike with a lot of struggle.

We crossed the town and started driving on the outskirts. There were not many lights on the road and only my bike’s light. Since it was late in the night, there were not many vehicles on the road. I casually started talking to her.

Me: What’s your name?

Lady: Shanti, yours?

Me: Madhusudhan. What are you doing?

Lady: I work in a shop here.

Me: Ok. Are you married?

Lady: Do I look unmarried? I have 2 kids also.

Me: Seriously, I couldn’t make out. You are very strong and look young.

Shanti: Yes, I married when I was 19 and gave birth to 2 kids before 22.

Me: What’s your husband doing?

Shanti: Don’t ask for it. I will get irritated if I talk about him.

Me: Why?

Shanti: He does some work here and there. But he spends everything on liquor every day. I had to earn money for my kids and me.

Me: Sorry to hear that, Shanti.

Shanti: It’s ok. What will you do for him being a drunkard?

I saw that she was trying to adjust and sit properly. I stopped the vehicle and asked if everything was ok. She said her pain is subsiding but still not completely alright. So she tried to adjust and sit properly. It hurt that time. I got down from the bike and touched her feet.

Shanti: Hey, I came directly from work. It’s dirty. Take off your hands.

Me: That’s ok. You are hurt, and let me see how bad is it.

Shanti: Hmmmm.

Me: I massaged the toes gently and asked if she felt comfortable.

Shanti: It’s very nice. But don’t do it. Get up.

Me: Why?

Shanti:  What if someone sees me like this?

Me: Let’s tell them what happened. I’m just trying to help you.

Shanti: You don’t understand. In villages, nobody believes your stories. They will start creating their own stories about you and me

I smiled and said I was least bothered.

Shanti: Yeah, you will not be in the village, na. I’m only going to be there.

I realized my mistake and said sorry.

Shanti: It’s ok. But you are so sweet.

Me: Why?

Shanti: Even when I was struggling with delivery pain, my husband never cared about me and went to drink.

Me: Oh, that isn’t good. Will he be home now? Is it fine if I drop you near your house?

By this time, we were just 5 km away from her house.

Shanti: Don’t worry about him. He is fit for nothing.

I got a slight hint when she said he was fit for nothing and wanted to try my luck. I saw she could move a bit comfortably now and rested one of her hands on my shoulder. She came near my ears and said something. By that time, her boobs were touching my back.

Let me tell you about Shanti. She must be in her early 30’s, black but was looking good. Her boobs must be not more than 34. Her hands were rough because of the hard work which she does. She sat close to me, and we kept talking about our personal lives till we reached her village.

Once inside, she adjusted herself and maintained some distance. She took off her hand as well from my shoulder. I got to know that she is interested in me but fears others.

She gave directions to her house, and I was driving. We reached, and she got down. I tried to turn the vehicle to move ahead. But she stopped me and insisted I had to come inside.

Me: I have to go home as it’s already 9.

Roads were not good, and it took half an hour to reach her village.

Shanti: No, after doing so much help, how can you go without even coming inside?

Me: It was me who hit you on the road. Or else you would be home comfortable. (smiled)

Shanti: That’s ok. It was my mistake and not yours.

I got down from the bike and went inside. It was a very small house with a small hall, kitchen and one bedroom. The bathroom was behind the house. Her husband was lying on the only sofa and didn’t even care to get up from bed.

Husband: Hey Shanti, who have you got home to fuck? Are you not happy with my cock (Yaaradi okka kootitu vanthiruka. En sunni pathalaya unakku?)

Shanti: Don’t utter a word about him. I met with an accident and was unable to walk. So he came to help me.

Husband: Then you should have asked him to leave after dropping you. Why is he inside the house? (Avana apdiye veliya poga solla vendiyathu thana. Ethuku ulla kootitu vantha?)

Shanti: I will do whatever I like. You shut your mouth and sleep (Enna pannanumnu enakku theriyum. Mooditu nee thoongu.)

I tried to get up from the chair and told Shanti I would leave.

Shanti: No, no. You don’t listen to him. He is nothing in this house. I will make some coffee for you.

I couldn’t do anything but sit. Her husband slept off while talking to her itself.

Me: Where are your kids, Shanti?

Shanti: They must be sleeping already. I usually come around 9: 30, and they would be asleep by that time. They didn’t know I would come early today, so they must be sleeping now.

I was getting bored in the hall and went into the kitchen. She was heating the milk. Since the kitchen was very small, it looked completely occupied when both of us were standing.

Me: I just came to chat with you as it was boring there.

Shanti smiled and asked if I needed milk or coffee.

Me: I love to drink milk. (smiled at her)

Shanti: Ok. Did you call and inform your family that you will be late today?

Me: Even if I start in 10 minutes, I will go home before 10.

Shanti: Are you in such a hurry to leave in 10 minutes?

Me: Do I have more work to do here?

Shanti: Don’t act like you don’t know anything.

Me: What? I don’t understand, Shanti.

Shanti: While coming on the bike, my husband is fit for nothing. I mean, he is not taking care of me. I thought you would at least take care of me today

I was happy inside and said

Me: Can I have the milk then?

Shanti: You will have everything today.

I went behind her, turned her to my side and kissed her lips gently. She, too, started to kiss me, and we kept kissing for 5 minutes at least. My hands were rolling all over her body.

Shanti: Should we go inside?

Me: No, I love to do it in front of your sleeping husband.

Shanti: That’s also fine.

Me: What if he wakes up?

Shanti: Don’t worry about that bastard. I know to control him. I will tell him I will not pay money to him for liquor from tomorrow onwards.

We moved to the hall and sat on the floor. We lip-locked again for some time, and I removed her pallu by now. I was pressing her boobs without removing the blouse, and it was already hard, and her nipples were erect. I removed the hooks and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her boobs were perfect in shape and her black nipples were poking out. I kissed it and started to suck her boobs. I sucked one after another and played with her boobs for 10 minutes. I rolled my tongue around her nipple and bit her nipples. She moaned slightly and told me to be gentle. I said I love to do it this way.

Suddenly her husband woke up and saw us in a semi-naked position. He couldn’t open his eyes completely but started using bad words on her. She went near him and gave a slap on his cheeks.

Shanti: Bastard, he is doing what you couldn’t do. (Thevudiya paiya, unnala mudiyathatha avaru panraru). You sit silently and watch or sleep (Amaithiya paaru illa mooditu thoongu). If possible come and suck his cock (Mudinja vanthu avaru poola sapi vidu)

Me: Hey, why are you so arrogant?

Shanti: You don’t know about him. I have seen him taking small guys to some outer place and sucking their cock. He is worth only doing that.

Me: Oh, is it? I went near him and removed my pants.

I removed my inner as well and showed him my cock. He readily jumped up and started to suck it. He was good at sucking.

Shanti: Enough of you sucking. I know how to handle him. You sleep now or silently watch us. Hereafter I will bring him whenever I want, and you shouldn’t say anything

He nodded his head and lied down on the sofa again. I was still standing. Shanti knelt in front of me to suck my cock. She gave a very good blow job for 5 minutes. I cummed inside her mouth itself. She drank all of it. Then I made her lie down and went near her pussy.

At first, she resisted and asked what am I going to do.

Me: I’m going to give you the same oral pleasure you gave me.

Shanti: No, only ladies will suck for guys. Not the other way.

Me: Who told you this?

Shanti: This bastard only, and she saw her husband.

Me: I will give it to you, and you will love it.

I opened her legs wider and saw her hairy pussy. She said she used to shave very rarely as her husband never fucks her. I loved the smell of it and started to lick it. She started trembling from the very first moment and started moaning.

After a couple of minutes, she kept pushing my head to suck more and I did the same. After almost 20 minutes of sucking, biting, I got up. I spread her legs in missionary position and inserted my 6-inch black thick cock into her. Since she was not fucked for quite some time, it was very tight.

Slowly it went inside, and once it was completely in, I started to increase the speed. Since I cummed insider her mouth half an hour ago only, I lasted for 15 minutes and kept fucking her. She kept moaning and telling her husband to look how a real fuck should be.

Not like the 2-minute fucks which you used to do to me. We lied down for some time, and it was 11 already. I asked her if I wanted to smoke. She took a cigarette from her husband’s shirt and gave it to me. After that, we did one more round by 12.

I got her number and started by 1 AM, and reached home. I told my family that I had met an old friend and we went to a movie together. It was all suddenly planned, and hence I couldn’t come home.

The next day morning, Shanti called me around 1 PM while she was on lunch break and said she wanted to meet me again. This time, she will not make her hubby drink but make him consciously watch the session to humiliate him.

I said, “Ok, we can do so for the next 5 days till I’m here. Whenever I come back for a holiday, we can meet again.”

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[Blue Bull]

Hot Love-Making With Recently Broke Up Friend

By: Wildandfree

Life was good. I had just purchased a house a few days ago. I was smiling, proud, and content with what I had achieved at an age of 23. I had a stable job working in one of the top MNC in Mumbai. I had a happy family and I had my friends who were my lifeline. The only thing missing was love.

It’s crazy how the presence of one person in your life can completely change you. A mere text from them sends a wide smile on your face and cheers you up for the whole day. This story does not have a darling girlfriend spending nights on call with me. Rather, it’s about the one girl I had been in love with for years but just couldn’t get her love back.

After being friends with her for more than 6 years, I told her what I feel for her. I wanted her to be the one! As usual, she already had a so-called boyfriend and my feelings just turned out to be one-sided. God, I hated her boyfriend. Typical spoilt rich brat! Abusive, violent, and an asshole with no respect for women. Why do good girls always fall for a bonafide idiot?

After all my attempts to convince her that he is not the one for her, I gave up! I made up my mind that from now on, it’s just friendship and I started living my days with this fact embedded deep in my heart.

I was prepared to live my life as a true friend, or so I thought. Back from work on a Wednesday evening, my phone rang. Yes, it was her. Crying and sobbing, speaking her heart out about what had happened. While I tried to console her, never in my wildest dreams did I expect what she was going to say next.

“I want to go away from here for some time. Please, let’s go to Goa! I want to feel free even if it is for a few days.”

It was not unexpected that she asked specifically for Goa as that was a place we always planned we will go. What was rather disheartening was that I will go there with her as a friend and not as the love of my life. Nevertheless, this was an opportunity too good to miss.

I called up a travel agent and got the tickets booked for the very next day. Excited about the trip, I packed my bags in haste and called my friend up to share the details of the train and the meeting point.

The night went sleepless. I got up from bed at 05:00 am and left for the station. We decided we will board the train from CST and will meet up directly at the platform.

I reached there an hour before the train left. Waiting for her to come, I had never felt time going by so slow. 30 minutes and a cup of coffee later, my eyes found the person it was craving to see. There she was, in her beautiful persona. A white tee and denim, how could someone dress so simple yet look so beautiful?

As we met, she hugged me tightly! I could smell the beautiful fragrance of my friend’s hair as she squeezed me like never before. It was different. I could sense it. It had more warmth, more love, just what I needed all these years.

The journey by train was spent talking about all that has happened in the last few weeks. After a 10 hour long journey, we finally arrived at Thivim station. We boarded the cab and asked the driver to take us to any hotel in the vicinity of Calangute. Of course, I didn’t do a hotel booking. Some plans are so unexpected that you have to do things instantaneously.

After a good 20 km drive, we reached a nice hotel. We checked in and jumped on the bed, hungry and exhausted. It was almost 08:00 pm when we woke up realizing we had fallen asleep while talking.

The stomach was craving for food so we had a quick shower and got changed into beach clothes. Yes, my dream had come true. There I was, in the streets of Goa with the lady I love from the bottom of my heart! Unexpected trips, however, come with a limited budget and we spent a good 1 hour searching for a decent but not so costly restaurant.

Hungry like a wild boar, we ordered some food, and damn, it was tasty. One thing I learned was that good food and good music near a windy Goa beach can really help a damsel in distress to turn into a princess.

After filling our tummies to the core, we headed to the beach to take a walk. The evening breeze and the feeling of sand in your feet is enough to calm your soul down.

The walk was soon done and it was time to head back to the room. We grabbed a Smirnoff green apple and a soft drink and headed towards the hotel. Back in the room, it was just her, music, and the Vodka we just bought. I had never felt so peaceful! Finally, the bottle was finished and we decided it’s about time we sleep.

Lights turned off, sharing a blanket and hugging each other. Am I dreaming? No! I guess the liquor was working fine.

My beautiful female friend grabbed my hand and curled it around her waist so that I could hug her tightly. I wrapped her in my arms as we got closer. I wanted this so bad, after all these years, there she was.

I could feel her breath running down my chest. I kissed her forehead and wished her goodnight. She wrapped her legs around me and asked if I love her. Being drunk doesn’t help when you get a sudden jerk like this. I was speechless, she asked again.

“Tell me, do you love me?”

“More than anything in this world,” I replied.

“Then, make me yours tonight!”

She raised her head and planted her lips on mine. Our eyes met and we kissed out of pure love! My tongue rolling inside, my teeth biting her tender lips. It was the first kiss I had after so long. I never wanted it to stop.

I pulled her closer and kissed her hard. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I knew what she wanted. I pressed her breast and she let out a soft moan. It was soft, big and it was driving me crazy.

We broke our kiss and I looked at her. Her face was glowing due to the soft lamps in the room. I removed her top and there she was. Lying in front of me like a sex Goddess. I had never seen a lady with such a wonderful figure.

My friend was slim but had the flesh at the right places. As I removed my t-shirt she rose and kissed me hard and pulled me back in bed. It was the wildest kiss I have ever had. Biting her hard while my hands explored every inch of her flesh. From neck to her boobs and then down to her waist. I was feeling it all. It was like my hands were moving on their own.

I held her face in my left hand and placed the right on her boobs. The feeling of her moaning inside my mouth while kissing was giving me a hard-on. I pressed her boobs while gently pinching her nipples. “Aahhh!” she was loving it.

She held my head and pushed it down, ordering me to eat her up. And eat her up was what I did. From kiss on the lips, I went down biting her neck. Eating the flesh while my hands were busy caressing her breasts. I traveled down further and started kissing my sexy friend’s cleavage while her scent was driving me crazy.

Slowly, steadily, I made my way to her breasts while my hands went down inside her pants. It was too big to fit in my mouth but I had to make sure I didn’t miss an inch. So I started to eat her up wildly.

My mouth was roaming all over my hot friend’s breasts and sucking her nipples while my hands were deep inside her draining pussy. It was the stuff dreams are made of and I was finally living one!

She pressed my head hard on her breasts moaning for more! I had never been so horny before and I started biting her flesh. The room was filled up with her moaning and that was when I found her G-spot.

I removed her pants with one hand while eating her breasts and pushed 2 fingers in her flowing pussy. Fingering her G-spot sent shivers down her hips as she dug her nails in my arms, almost making them bleed. The fingers kept doing their job while my mouth was feasting on her flesh above.

Then I felt her hips tighten more, I knew she was nearing orgasm as her moaning was louder than ever. It was time to increase the speed and take her to heaven. My fingers went like a piston going in and out in full speed, she pulled me up and kissed me as if she was gonna rip my lips apart.

The intense stiffness in her hips finally reached its peak as she reached a beautiful orgasm after long minutes of hard work.

While her pussy was gushing its juices, I went down on her and licked her clean. It was now time for the ultimate lovemaking. I spread her legs and positioned my dick right on top of my recently broke-up friend’s clean shaved pussy. By then, my manhood was throbbing and dying to go inside.

I kissed her softly and pushed it in. Given that my love had just had an orgasm, it went in smoothly.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as I kissed her while I started stroking it inside out. She felt it, she felt my dick hitting her insides. She felt the veins on that meat hitting the walls of her wet and horny pussy!

The slow and steady strokes turned into hard and fast pounding. “Aaahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk!!!!!!!” her soft voice said as I put her legs on my shoulders and started fucking her!

I leaned on her to kiss her boobs while her legs rested on my shoulder and it sent shivers down her spine! Yes, it was going deeper this way. Much deeper than even I could imagine!

I started pounding my friend’s pussy hard and the room was filled with the sound of our bodies thumping each other. Congested and feisty sex can really give you a pleasure of a lifetime and that’s what I learned that night.

As I was kissing her shoulders while my dick worked its magic, I had her legs resting right across my chest all the way to my shoulders. She was crippled for space but she didn’t give a fuck about it as it was giving her the utmost satisfaction.

After going on like a beast for a good long while, it was time to change the position. She pulled me down while she got on top of me. It was time for me to be loved. She kissed my lips hard while jerking my dick as she worked her way down from my lips to my abs. She kissed it all with her warm mouth.

Spreading both legs on each side, she started rubbing her clit on my dick while I pinched her breast with one hand and spanked her ass with another. Slowly, she took it in and man, it felt good. Cowboy was my new favorite as I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her sexy body going up and down my flesh! It was an enthralling sight. One which I never wanted to end.

My hot friend went on to ride me while pinching my chest and leaving her marks on them. I could see she was loving it. She loved it to the core. The tip of my dick was hitting her deep every time she came down. I pulled her face and kissed her while I told her I am coming.

“Come inside me, don’t you dare pull it out!”

I pulled her down and went back to missionary like an animal who was not fed since decades! I pounded her pussy at full speed and it sent waves of pleasure throughout our bodies. I was biting her lips just like she was biting mine when she was about to cum.

The pleasure reached its climax and I finally came like never before. My dick threw all it had inside her, waves after waves of it while my teeth were holding her lips captive.

Yes, it happened. It happened at the most unexpected time and in the most unexpected place. Tired and sweating, we both went to sleep naked. I could not believe what we had just done and I had no idea of what was about to come for the next 4 days.

What was planned a day before had just given me a night I would never forget in my lifetime.

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[Blue Bull]

Seducing And Fingering My Hot Ex-Girlfriend In Library

By: eroticking

Hi everyone! This is a real story of how I fucked my hot ex-girlfriend. I think of this incident every night before going to bed and masturbate. I haven’t had sex with her in the last 2 years after our break-up. But that day, I used some cunning tricks in the library to seduce her first and then played strip poker finally to fuck her.

Coming to the story, my name is Rithwik, and this story happened one year back when I was in the final year of my graduation. Giving a bit of context to the story, I and my ex-girlfriend whose name is Sruthi, were in deep love in our first year of graduation.

Even though I was an average-looking guy, my manly attitude made me quite popular with girls, and I used to have a lot of girls following me during my graduation days. Sruthi was also one of them who proposed to me. Even though she was not the hottest girl in the college, I accepted it.

We had sex almost 200 times during our first year of graduation. We have done it almost in all the places in the college – bathroom, lift, cafeteria, etc. I used to take her to Oyo’s room many times and enjoy.

Coming to her body, she looks milky white with a rounded hot ass, and oh my god, her armpits look so perfect. The only problem was that she had lemon-sized boobs and some extra fat on her belly. But still, the way she used to play in the bed was amazing.

Whenever I think of her, It reminds me of the way she used to play with me with her hands, her tongue, and being wild in the bed, which always makes me hard. We used to have a lot of hard-core and passionate sex almost every day. We used to lick the saliva of each other’s mouths with tongues.

Actually, after having sex with me many times, her body shape started changing. Her tits started to get bigger, the ass became even more rounded, and she became very experienced in the bed.

But something dramatic happened after one year in the relationship. I only used her for sex and never cared about her feelings. She recognized that, and as a result, she wanted to end our relationship.

I was shocked by her abrupt decision. Suddenly, everything changed as there was no more sex and not even a kiss. Now, I was deprived of sex. Being in a relationship with a girl when everyone in the college knows about it, it becomes extremely tough to find another girl.

The news of our breakup had spread all over the college and hostel. Suddenly, I became lonely. But what made things even worst was that within 5 months of our break-up, she found another boyfriend outside the college, and she started having fun. I got to know about this from our common friends.

Now we were just friends. Meanwhile, I tried to put some memories in her head. I wanted to seduce my hot ex-girlfriend to have sex with me again. Sometimes, I begged to her, but she was very stubborn as she had a boyfriend.

Things went this way for the next 2 years, and even I moved on. Till then, she became a bombshell of the college. When I was in the relationship with her, she was an average-looking girl, and I never imagined that she would turn up to be this hot in 2 years.

I used to observe her here and there in the two years but never got the chance to spend some time and talk to her.

Fast-forwarding to our fourth year of graduation, one day, when I was sitting in the library and preparing for one of the internal exams. I was the topper of the subject. But, for most of the students, it was difficult. So, many of them used to approach me to clear their doubts.

Suddenly, someone came and sat beside me. I was shocked to see it was Sruthi. She has changed a lot. Her boobs size had increased dramatically, and they were very juicy. She had started applying makeup and wearing modern dresses which were exposing her cleavage, thighs, armpits.

That day, she was wearing a skirt that was only covering her knees.

Sruthi: Hi! How are you?
Me: Great! What’s up?

Sruthi: Nothing, I had a doubt, and seems like no one, except you, can clear this.
Me: Sure! Happy to help you.

We were talking almost after 1 year, and my ex-gf had become hot. I was sitting on the chair and working on my laptop placed on the table in front of me. Sruthi was sitting beside me in the chair. She kept her notebook in front of me and started asking the questions.

Oh god! Almost after 2 years, I had a view of those beautiful juicy boobs. Now they were no longer the lemons or oranges that I used to extract the juice from. They had become well-shaped round coconuts. I could see the stretch marks on her left boob. Maybe, her current boyfriend was playing with them daily.

I started to listen to the question she was asking but, I was not able to concentrate as I was getting hard, and her perfume was making the matter even worse. She was smelling like an angel.

She was wearing a sleeveless black top which was displaying ample cleavage and tempting armpits. I thought of placing my hand on her thighs but hesitated as I was not aware of how she would respond.

When we used to fuck, she was never this hot or dressed well. She never wore lipstick or exposed dresses as I was a bit possessive. But now, I can’t say anything as I’m no more her boyfriend.

Sruthi: So, how to solve this question?
Me: It’s a bit complicated. I can’t tell the answer directly. First, you have to be clear with the concept, and then only I can help.

Sruthi: Then explain the concept, I have time.

(I was looking at my watch.)

Sruthi: Please! Please, I don’t want to get low marks in the exam. Only 2 days are left before the exam, so can’t read on my own. Please help!

I started explaining the concept, even thinking, if I can get some time to enjoy myself with her. In between anf after 2 minutes, unknowingly I placed my hand on her thighs to ask whether she had understood whatever I explained. She was shocked, and her facial expression changed. She was breathing heavily as I can see at her chest.

She removed my hand from her thighs. Even I was shocked as this was not intentional. But, I was even more shocked by her expression, she was both angry and aroused. Now, I wanted to touch my hot ex-lover intentionally but I had to be careful because if she shouted, it create a big scene in the library.

That was when I got an excellent idea. I said to myself, “She can’t shout or get up and walk away suddenly because we were in the library, and anything like that will be big news in the college. There will be rumors like something happened again between Rithwik and Sruthi.”

So, I wanted to take advantage of this situation. I have explained the concept and she was thanking me after that. I looked around the library that how many people were there. We were sitting at a corner facing a wall, and there were only a few people behind us. They can’t see what we were doing until there is some sudden noise.

During the time of our relationship, I knew that the weakest point on her body, to seduce, is her pussy. Whenever I touched her there, she became mine. I used to give my sexy ex-girlfriend many orgasms by fingering her pussy.

Sruthi: Thanks, Rithwik. You made the concept look very simple. I’ll get back to you if I have any doubts.

Without saying a word, I silently slid my hand into her skirt and started feeling her perfect soft thighs. She suddenly left a soft moan, and we were looking at each other’s eyes. She was in shock and my hand was doing all the things to her thighs.

Sruthi: Hey, what are you doing? (Saying that, she tried to get up immediately)
Me: Sit down! And don’t get up. My fingers are between your panties and pussy.

She stopped her attempt to get up, and her expression became erotic with her eyes were getting small.

Me: Now, listen carefully. I don’t want to touch your pussy, but in case you try to stand, I will catch your panty, and it will come out. So, just stay on the chair, and I will not touch your pussy. I wanna feel your thighs only.

Sruthi: I am not your slut to do whatever you say.

Her voice was weak as my fingers were still on her pussy lips and she was getting aroused.

Me: Yeah! You are now. Answer my questions otherwise, you know what am I going to do to your sweet pussy.

Sruthi: Please, Rithwik! Aaaaaaaaah!

Now, my ex-girlfriend was not able to speak as I slightly pushed my finger inside her pussy.

Sruthi: I will stay but please remove the finger.

I removed it and started moving my hand seductively over her thighs and she had already fallen on the table in front with her eyes closed, and one hand on her mouth to cover the moaning sounds. She was not try to get away.

I said, “Get up and look into my eyes when I play with your thighs.”

She raised her head from the table and looked straight into my eyes. Oh my god! The lust in her eyes, I can feel it but she was trying to control it as she already had a boyfriend now. But I was not in the mood to stop.

I stared at my hot ex-girlfriend’s big boobs which were 40% out now and I could see the clear cleavage. I wanted to place my dick between the cleavage. She noticed that I was looking at her boobs, and slowly adjusted them.

Me: Leave it. I like the view.

Sruthi: You are an animal! You only used to love my body, you never understood my feelings.

Me: If I am the animal, I would have fucked your brains out by now. I am being a bit decent and promising you that I will not touch any of your private parts until you stay seated. Now, show me more cleavage.

Sruthi wasn’t resisting or trying to move my hands. I realized she also wanted it.

I again started vibrating my fingers near my aroused ex-girlfriend’s pussy but didn’t touch it directly, but was vibrating my finger over the panty. She gave a loud moan but I was lucky that no one noticed it.

Me: Show me more of your tits.

As she was completely aroused, she quickly loosened the thread of her dress and pulled it slightly down. As she had done that very quickly, what she didn’t notice was that she pulled the dress down more than I expected.

Now more than half of her huge tits were outside, and I wanted to squeeze them. No one in the library was able to see that what was happening between us. Our backs were facing them, and there was a wall in front of us.

I moved my chair closer to her, and slightly pulled her t-shirt downwards, and “Oh my god!” That moment, I couldn’t control my boner because her tits were completely out now, and the size of her big boobs was making me mad.

I immediately wanted to bite her nipples but controlled myself as she could have started moaning louder. But I placed my one hand on her left boob and started slightly squeezing it, while my other hand was at the walls of her pussy titillating her.

She said, “Aaah Rithwik! Anybody can come and see us.”

I knew that she was enjoying it. She was not able to speak clearly and started biting her lips.

She turned her face and started staring at me. I went closer to her face, and now our lips were only a few centimeters away. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were filled with lust. I sensed an opportunity and slightly licked her lips with my tongue. In response, even her tongue came out to taste my tongue, and I was not expecting that.

Me: Looks like someone wants to kiss me.

I squeezed the hot college girl’s boobs so badly that she moaned out loud by opening her mouth, and my tongue entered inside. She started licking my tongue in her mouth. She was very good at that. Now, I wanted to lick not only her tongue but also her nipples.

Me: Let me once taste your boobs.

I didn’t want to miss this chance, I acted as if I was trying to get some book on the right side of her, and in that way, my face has come in front of my hot ex-gf’s big juicy boobs. Immediately, I took her left nipple into my mouth. She closed her mouth to control herself. I enjoyed those plumpy boobies for a minute and saw someone coming towards us.

I immediately retracted to my position and took out my hand from her skirt. I asked her to adjust her dress. She immediately did that and left the chair.

Even though she left, I knew that the game was on. We have started it again and I knew that she will come to me to have that fun again. Now, I had a cunny plan in my head.

In the next part, read how I bought her to my room without even a slight reluctance from her and what happened next.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

As my hot ex-girlfriend Sruthi left the library after my fingering, I couldn’t control myself, so I went to my room and relieved myself by stroking, thinking about everything that had happened in the library.

I really want to fuck this bitch after having that erotic session. So, I messaged her.

Rithwik: Sorry for everything.

Sruthi: You don’t deserve to talk to me.

Rithwik: Please don’t say that.

Saying that, I tried to call her. But she cut my call.

Sruthi: I don’t want to talk to you after what you have done to me.

Rithwik: Please pick up the call, I want to talk to you.

She answered the call.

Sruthi: Why did you do that and what do you want to talk about?

There was a lot of anger in her voice.

Rithwik: I have a deal.

Sruthi: What is that?

Rithwik: You have to come to my room once I will teach you the syllabus of all the subjects for the upcoming exam.

Sruthi: Why? To have sex with you, that’s not happening.

Rithwik: Even there is a huge advantage for you to come to my room.

Sruthi: What is that?

Rithwik: As I said, I will explain all the syllabus for upcoming exams. I know how badly you want to pass the end sem. And I will never try to reach back to you.

Sruthi: So, I have to just come to your room. That’s it?

Rithwik: No, we play strip poker. If you win, I will explain all the syllabus, and if I win you know what I want at the end of strip poker.

Sruthi: I am not doing.

Saying that, she has cut the call.

From her voice, I understood that even though she was saying no, she had the idea of coming to the room.

So, after my hot ex-gf cut the call, I messaged her saying, “You are an expert in poker and the chances of you winning are more than me winning. If you want to pass the exam, this is the only way.”

I got a reply from her at night.

Sruthi: You should never come back into my life and explain all the syllabus if I win. And there is one condition from my side.

Rithwik: What is it?

Sruthi: I don’t want to come to your hostel room in college as people will get to know that I came to your room. So, take a room outside.

Rithwik: Sure.

Sruthi: Are there any other rules?

Rithwik: Please wear the black sleeveless blouse and saree that I bought you when we were dating. My last request.

Sruthi: Will see.

Rithwik: I will send you a cab by tomorrow afternoon which will bring you to the room.

Sruthi: Okay.

I was eagerly waiting for the next day. I booked an Oyo room far from the college and I reached there first and took a double bedroom and was waiting for her to come. I have sent her the address and cab to come.

At around 1 pm, I heard a knock on the door and as I went to open it, it was Sruthi. Oh my god, my ex-girlfriend was looking like a goddess. She was wearing the black saree with a sleeveless blouse and her melons were perfectly round and were 50% out because I had bought this saree 2 years back. Back then, her melons were not this big, but now they were huge and perfect in size.

Even though she was wearing pallu, it was transparent so the cleavage and 50% of boobs were clearly visible. And her midriff, lips, and neck were just asking to lick them. I really wanted to lift her then and there onto the bed and fuck her brains out.

I controlled and invited her into the room. There was a bit of shyness in her eyes.

Rithwik: Thanks for wearing the dress I have suggested.

Sruthi: I just wanted to get you out of my life. So I dressed like this, not for you. Please don’t think too much.

Rithwik: I have one last request.

Sruthi: What is that?

Rithwik: Can you lower your saree below your navel?

Sruthi: No way. You promised me decent behavior and said we only play strip poker and I remove my clothes only if I lose. Then, what is this?

Rithwik: Please.

Sruthi: Then I have one condition too.

Rithwik: What is that?

Sruthi: Even if I lose all my clothes in strip poker, you only fuck me if the words “FUCK ME” come from my mouth. Otherwise, you can only take a look at my body but can’t have me. Is that ok?

I gave it a thought and accepted it because I had a cunny idea to cheat and win which she didn’t know.

Rithwik: Okay, then please take the chair, and let’s begin the game.

Sruthi: Explain the rules.

Rules:

When someone wins, he has two options – either you can ask the opponent to remove any of the things that they are wearing are you can do whatever you want on the body parts that are exposed already. Like in case if the opponent has already removed her panty, you can play with her pussy/dick but you can do that only for 2 minutes.

As body parts like lips, neck hands are anyway not covered by clothes you can do whatever you want when you win a game.

Sruthi: I have one small objection. When I win, I won’t ask you to remove the clothes but I will simply put my clothes on. Because I am not interested in sex with you.

Rithwik: Okay. Also, in case you lose and don’t accept to do what I ask you to do, what happens then?

Sruthi: You can fuck me like your bitch. Okay?

Those words were enough for me.

I knew that even though this bitch wanted to have sex with me, she was resisting maybe because she had a boyfriend now. But I was confident in my seduction techniques and I knew how to seduce this bitch.

I agreed to the condition and the game began.

Round 1: I won.

I gave a devil smile looking at my hot ex-girlfriend’s breasts.

Rithwik: Remove the pallu of the saree.

She gave an angry stare looking into my eyes but as part of the game, she rose from the chair and started to remove the pallu. Oh, my God, I couldn’t believe the scene in front of me. Sruthi’s navel and 50% of her cleavage were clearly visible. The boobs were struggling to fit into the blouse.

Rithwik: Give me the saree. And play carefully or after the next round, that navel will be full of my saliva.

Sruthi: Don’t dream too much.

Round 2: Again I won.

Immediately, I rose from my chair and headed toward her.

Sruthi: Please Rithwik, don’t, I have a boyfriend.

Rithwik: Game is a game, will you accept your defeat?

Sruthi: Never. What now?

Rithwik: Stand-up.

My sexy ex-girlfriend stood up slowly and I immediately, like an animal, pushed her to the wall behind her and pinned her hands above her head. Oh my god, that sight was worth a million dollars!

My lips were just centimeters away from her. As I raised her hands, her butter-smooth armpits were clearly visible. As I had already removed her pallu, 50% of her tits and navel were open for me to play. But I could only choose one among all these.

I slowly bought my right hand down by catching both her hands with my left hand and placing my right-hand finger on her lips.

Rithwik: Should I kiss these?

There was no response from her and there was a little bit of lust in her eyes. I moved my finger from her lips to her throat and then to her cleavage.

Rithwik: Should I lick this?

There was still no response from her, but the lust in her eyes was only increasing. Then I moved my finger into her armpit.

Rithwik: Should I lick this?

Still, no response from her.

I immediately poked my finger below her navel. And she let out a soft moan and her eyes were asking me to fuck her now. But that was not enough for me, I wanted the words “FUCK ME” to come out of her mouth.

I immediately bent down on my knees and started licking my ex-girlfriend’s navel with my tongue out. She has let out loud moans and her body was twisting like hell due to the pleasure. She forgot about resisting me and held my head with her right hand and was pushing me into her navel.

I gave her pleasure for two minutes and suddenly, she regained her senses after 2 minutes and pushed my head back.

Sruthi: Your two minutes are over.

Saying that, she went and sat on the chair to resume the game. I came back to my chair and I could clearly see that my saliva was still on her navel.

Rithwik: I warned you. Now my saliva is on your navel and I did it. Play carefully or your panty will be in my hands next time.

Sruthi gave a serious look and took the clothes on the bed and rubbed off my saliva on her navel. She was upset that she lost two games in a row and that I almost again seduced her by licking her navel.

Sruthi: Can we raise the stakes of the game?

Rithwik: I am listening.

Sruthi: You win next gain, I remove any of the 3 clothes of your choice from my body and if I win, I will give a tight slap on your face. Is that ok?

Rithwik: Deal. By the way, you slapping me will only make me more turned on. Just remember.

Sruthi: Cut the talk.

Round 3: She won.

She immediately rose from the chair and slapped on my face! I was turned on like hell. And I was also very angry that this bitch had hit me.

She went back and sit down on her chair and gave me a devilish smile.

Rithwik: Can we raise the stakes of the game even further?

Sruthi: I am listening.

Rithwik: You win, you can slap me 3 times and put back your pallu. If I win, I remove 3 clothes of my choice from your body and do whatever I want on any of your two body parts that is open, is it fine?

She gave it a thought and with overconfidence, she said, “Deal.”

I was waiting for this because what my hot ex-girlfriend didn’t know was that I placed a secret cam behind her and was watching her cards on my mobile secretly and also recording everything happening between us again. That was the reason I lost the previous round wantedly so that Sruthi will allow raising the stakes a bit higher with confidence.

Round 4: I won.

And there was a huge shock in her eyes. She couldn’t believe what just happened. The devilish smile was back on my face.

Rithwik: Bitch, take off your blouse first.

By hearing the word ‘bitch’ from my mouth, she became very furious. She immediately stood up from the chair and with that anger, removed her blouse in seconds and threw it on my face.

I really couldn’t believe the sight in front of my eyes. After removing the blouse, she threw it on my face. I had seen my hot ex-girlfriend’s boobs many times before but they were not this perfect and big before. Even though she was wearing a black bra, that bra could only hold 30 percent of her boobs. Now I could clearly see the juicy boobs.

Rithwik: Also, your panty, bitch.

Again, she removed the panty in seconds and threw it on my face. That smell of her panty was beyond words!

I couldn’t control myself after seeing her that way. She could clearly see my boner now even though I was wearing boxers inside my pants.

Now I could only remove one cloth from her body. If I asked her to remove her bra, her boobs will be out completely. If I asked her to remove her petticoat, her pussy will be completely out.

Rithwik: Remove your bra.

Sruthi was silent and was looking into my eyes without blinking. She knew that she will be half-naked in front of her ex-boyfriend when she had a current boyfriend.

Rithwik: Do it quickly.

She was still silent.

I stood up from the chair and went on and sat on the bed and asked her to come and sit beside me. As I can do any of the two things to her open parts, I went close to her lips and gave a small kiss. There was no reaction from her.

I went on to kiss her she didn’t open her lips and I was enjoying her lips with my tongue and lips.

When we use to date, Sruthi use to be excellent at kissing. She use to suck the saliva out of my mouth and our tongues could play inside each other’s mouth.

Slowly, she opened her mouth, and immediately, my tongue did the magic by entering her mouth. Within seconds, there was no resistance from her and we were kissing like lovers before! She even forgot about the 2 minutes timer condition as it had already been 5 minutes since we were kissing!

I slowly moved my hand to unhook my horny ex-girlfriend’s bra and removed it. She didn’t even resist a bit.

I removed her bra completely and threw it on the floor. After that, I broke the kiss and took a look at her half-naked beauty. She was like a bombshell and her naked boobs were the most perfect boobs I had ever seen. They were just perfect and milky white and with that lust in her eyes, she should be fucked for sure.

With that confidence, I started kissing her again and after a minute, I licked her ear and she let out a soft moan. I whispered in her ears,

Rithwik: Say the two words “FUCK ME” and I will show you heaven.

She said “no” with a soft and moaning voice.

I again started kissing her and now we were just kissing wildly. I took her left boob in my hand and started folding it and pressing it very hard. This bitch used to like it hard.

While I was playing with her tits, to control herself, she started holding my hair and kissing me, and biting my lips. I again went near her ears and asked her for the two magic words.

Sruthi: I hate you. You are a pig, I am not sleeping with you.

She whispered these words softly in my ears.

Even pressing her massive boobs was not enough to make my hot ex-girlfriend say those two words. But I had the last weapon in my arsenal.

I removed my hands from her tits and slid my right hand under her petticoat and started rubbing her thighs and was slowly moving toward her pussy. She immediately stopped my hand before it went deep toward her pussy.

I broke the kiss and went near her ear and whispered,

Rithwik: If you really don’t want to sleep with me, just allow me to play with your pussy for 2 minutes. If you still don’t want to have sex, I will stop everything.

Hearing this, she removed her hand, and immediately, I cupped my hot ex-girlfriend’s pussy. She couldn’t control it and immediately fell back on the bed with a huge moan.

I continued to vibrate my finger on her pussy. She tried to control her moans by covering her mouth with her hand.

I rammed my finger into her pussy and Sruthi immediately closed her legs together. She removed her hand from her mouth, looked directly into my eyes, and said those magic words.

Sruthi: Rithwik, please FUCK ME hard like a bitch. Please Rithwik.

The story will be continued in the next and last part. You will get to know how I fucked my hot ex-girlfriend like a whore.

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[Blue Bull]

All Inclusive Cancun Waitress
(True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex)
Author: markerss
Published: 08 January 2022

 
I’m sure there’s a lot of us that have been on an all inclusive vacation or a cruise to some exotic destination and seen an attractive young man or woman the we thought about being with, even if it was only for a night. However, because we’re with some friends or maybe even that special someone that we’re also very attracted to, we never pursue it, but then later we wish we had.

A few years ago, I got to travel to Cancun with a few friends for a long deserved vacation. I was excited to get away for a week and being it was on the beach in Cancun, and it was an all inclusive resort, where we could eat at any of the hotel restaurant and drink at any of the bars, including the swim up ones, I could hardly wait.

Stepping off the plane and onto the tarmac, the heat hits you right away and as we hurried through the airport and boarded the hotel shuttle, our enthusiasm continued to grow. It was only a short ride to our hotel and once there, we all headed up to the front desk. Talking and laughing about what we wanted to do first, we decided we’d meet at the beach, and after we all got our room keys, we quickly went to our rooms to get settled in.

Our rooms were in the same wing of the hotel but of course they were scattered in different parts. My room didn’t face the ocean but I did have a pretty good view. It was great, very spacious, with a king sized bed, but wanting to see the ocean, I quickly changed and went down.

It was already midday when we met up at the beach and as I looked around, I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. The beach had white sand, beautiful turquoise blue water, and it was dotted with little cabanas everywhere and plenty of lounge chairs too. We hung out there for a little while, going swimming and drinking, but as it started to get late, we decided to go back to our room and then meet up again to check out the restaurants.

It was fun to be footloose and after getting cleaned up a little, I met them down at one of the little restaurants that was down across from one of the hotel pools. There were quite a few restaurants and bars on the premises so it was hard to choose, and the one we decided to eat at, had a theme but they were all buffet style, at least the ones included in the all inclusive deal.

On one of our visits to this same hotel restaurant, we were lucky enough to have a waitress the was not only super friendly, and attentive, she was also very attractive. She was of course Latina or Mexican, but spoke very good English, and even though it was broken, interacting with her was a joy. She was very attractive, kind of short, had dark, shoulder length wavy hair, very tan, and even though she had a firm looking little body, she was thinly framed. On this particular occasion, she was wearing a tight little black skirt that showed off her legs, a red low cut top that accentuated her firm small little tits, and a bra that pushed them up, giving her cleavage.

Like, I said, she was very friendly and I found myself instantly attracted to her to the point where I went to that same restaurant for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, always hoping to see her.

Eventually, I found out that her name was Maria, and the next time I saw her I said, “You’re always here, aren’t you.”

This made her smile that I remembered her and as I smiled back I jokingly asked, “What do you do when you’re not having to work?”

I wasn’t sure she understood what I was asking, but she said, “I don’t know, I usually go home,” and smiling, she picked up our plates, and walked away.

As she left the table, my friends commented that I must really like her and then jokingly one of them told me I should ask her out. I was already seriously thinking the same thing but how could I possibly get her to meet up after she got off work? Continuing to contemplate how, I decided to try to time our leaving so I could stop her and nonchalantly ask her as we headed out.

Maria seemed a little nervous, as I stopped her and asked what she was doing after she got off. Hastily looking around, obviously nervous about something, she seemed worried as she nervously looked back at me and then in a concerned voice she told me, “I don’t know if it’s allowed.”

“You don’t know, if what’s allowed,” I thought, but then smiling I said, “Sorry, I didn’t know that was frowned upon.”

She obviously didn’t understand but I sensed she wanted to see me after work, and after looking around again she leaned toward me and said, “I’m done at two.”

Smiling, I quickly suggested, “How bout we meet down here at the pool?”

This made her cautiously smile and after nodding her head, she agreed. Shaking her hand as I left, I hurried to catch up with my friends. I was obviously grinning from ear to ear, beaming with excitement, but then thought, “God, I better have a plan.”

I explained to my friends what I had done, and one of the guys said, “Way to go,” which got the attention of his girlfriend that gave him a shoved saying, “Hey!”

Smiling as I headed up to my room, I hurriedly changed into my swimsuit and then quickly headed down to hang out by the pool we had decided on. It was kinda crowded but it was a huge pool and as I moved over by the swim up bar, and ordered something to drink, I impatiently looked around for her to show up. Continually looking at my watch, I started to feel a little anxious about the whole thing, and after a little while, I figured she was blowing me off or that maybe someone told her she shouldn’t. In either case, I felt she was rejecting my offer.



Suddenly, I saw her from across the pool, and trying to get her attention, I raised my hand waving at her. Finally when she saw me, she smiled and after a subtle wave, she again suspiciously looked around. She was in a white macrame style beach throw that kind of covered her, but not really. I thought she was pretty and the restaurant but seeing her like this, I couldn’t believe it.

Maria threw her towel on one of the pool lounge chairs as she got close and then taking off her throw, she tossed it on the chair too.

She had a great figure, tight tan little body and seeing her in that skimpy powder blue string bikini made me smile in anticipation. Staring in awe, dumbfounded by her beauty, I awkwardly moved toward her and as I greeted her in the shallow end as she went down the pool steps, I said, “Hi.”

Maria smiled as she continued into the pool and after shaking her hand as we got close, I said, “Wow, you look great.”

I felt really nervous to be with her, being she was so pretty, but as we moved over to the “swim up” bar and ordered a couple Pina coladas, I started to feel a little more at easels we started to drink. Maria was great, and yea she was probably a little nervous too. Moving away from the bar a little, to a more secluded part, we started joking with each other, splashing and innocently touching each other, even hugging.

It was fun, to be with her and after having more than just a couple foo foo drinks that went down way to easy, Maria happened to kiss me on the cheek. It surprised me and when I asked, “What was that for?”

She shyly smiled and said, “Thanks for asking me out.”

Smiling back at her, I grabbed her waist and after telling her, You’re really fun,” I leaned toward her giving her a kiss. She seemed a little embarrassed and after looking around again, she said, “Maybe we should go.”

I think she was trying to not be seen by her co-workers, in any case I said, How bout we meet up later and get something to eat.”

She smiled and hugging me she said, “Sure.”

As we got out of the pool and dried off I told her, “Okay, I’m going to go get cleaned up a little.”

Maria now wrapped her towel around her waist and after putting her throw back on she asked, “What room are you in, I’ll come up after I change.”



Immediately I told her, “You can change in my room and take a shower up there.”

As she searched for what to say she smiled and said, “I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.”

Nodding, I shook her hand and as we walked into the hotel and went our separate ways, she was all I could think about. In my room, I quickly took a shower and threw on a shirt and some shorts. Thinking and hoping Maria and I might just end up doing it, I thought, “Maybe I shouldn’t wear any boxers.”

The shorts were almost like swim shorts and after throwing them on I sat there, waiting impatiently for her to show up. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door and as I looked through the peephole and saw it was her, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Smiling as I took her hand, I asked her in, which made her smile too. Closing the door behind her, and turning to face her, I couldn’t help but give her a hug.

Looking at her and thinking how bad I wanted to be with her, I hugged her again and gave her a kiss. She really was pretty and the dress she was wearing accentuated her little body to the point where I looked at her and said, “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

Seeing her smile, as I continued to check her out, looking her up and down, she did the same to me. Her wavy hair and smile was great, and the short red and black skirt that she was wearing showed off her thighs, making me instantly look up. Maria was smiling too, and feeling a little anxious I said, “You look great.”

Maria shyly looked down and as I instinctively looked down too, I couldn’t help but look right down her top at her cleavage. She had on a tight black, low cut top that really made her boobs look great, and seeing her little nipples pushing against it, I constantly found myself looking down at her chest.

Hastily looking up, catching myself staring, and seeing her smiling, there was no doubt she had caught me. Looking up at her, she smiled nervously and then turning, she moved over to the bed. As she sat down and adjusted her skirt, al I could think about was wanting to get her in bed, and seeing that pretty smile and the red lipsticks she was wearing, really made me excited to think about being with her.

As I moved over to the bed and sat down next to her she said, “This is really nice.”

There was an awkward pause as I search for something to say, and as I looked at her, I think she was nervous too. I wanted to lay her back, I wanted to take advantage of her right there, but being nervous myself and not wanting to ruin it, I tried to contain myself.

Feeling we needed to get out of there before I made a fool of myself as we sat there, I asked about dinner. Maria shrugged and then as we discussed where to go, I asked, “What’s your favorite restaurant?”

She seemed a little taken back that I would be concerned with what she wanted but after settling on one of the restaurants on the other side of the complex, we stood up and left. As we headed that way, all I could think about was how nice it is to be with her, but also how can I get her in bed too .

Sitting down in the restaurant, we ordered some drinks and some appetizers, and ended up talking about our lives and families. It was nice but when she asked if I was married or if I had a girl friend, I had to lie. Yea, I had a girlfriend back in the states and when I asked her the same thing, Maria told me she lived at home with her parents and explained that she had to help support her parents and three siblings.

It was heart wrenching but I tried to put on an understanding face, and then wanting to change the subject I asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

She seemed hesitant and then smiling she said, “No.”

Looking at her, I smiling and couldn’t help but think she was holding back, probably for the same reason I was.

After paying the bill, we left and as we walked through the lobby Maria suggested we hit one of the clubs. Smiling I agreed and as we got some drinks and danced a little, I suddenly started to feel more than a little drunk. I’m sure she was feeling no pain too and when I suggested we should go, she nodded and smiling, she grabbed my arm.



Leaving and heading up to my room in the elevator, I took her hand and pulling her toward me, I leaned down to again kiss her. Closing her eyes and put her hands on my hips, she stretched up to kiss me. As Maria tilted her head and we kissed I thought, “Man, I hope this goes well.”

It was a quick ride up in the elevator but when it suddenly came to a jerking halt, we ended up pressing against each other. Smiling and giggling as the doors open, Maria grabbed my hand as we stepped off the elevator. Walking hand in hand down the hall to my room, I sensed some apprehension, not only on my part but her as well.

As we reached my room, I fumbled to take out my card key and as I held it against the lock, and opened the door, I led her in. As she continued into my room and again looked around she turned and smiling said, “This really is nice.”

Smiling back, as I sat on the edge of the bed, I casually prompted her to sit next to me. Slyly looking at me for a second,Maria moved to the other side, and as I watched, she climbed up on the bed. Turning to watch, I eventually stood up and as I faced her, she foxily crawled to the middle of the bed, seemingly suggesting for me to get on the bed too. Smiling, I cast the covers back a little and as I leaned onto the bed, Maria seductively smiled.

Climbing on the bed with her, we ended up kneeling and as we faced each other, I put my hands on her waist. She really was pretty and as I leaned into her, she closed her eyes and as we kissed, she put her hands on my waist too.

Maria then subtly moved her hands up my shirt, feeling on my chest and as we continued to kissed, I reached up to feel on her boobs. I knew she didn’t have on a bra, she really didn’t need one, and smiling as I felt on her firm little titties, I immediately started to get hard.

Moving around behind her as we knelt on the bed, I lifted her shirt slightly, and as I moved my hands up her blouse, continuing to feel on her boobs, she tilted her head back, so we could again kiss.

Sucking her neck now as I felt on her tits, I casually let my one hand slide down to her crotch. Maria now turned and as we faced each other, she smiled and then reaching down, she groped for my cock. When she eventually felt it, I could feel her smiling and as we stopped kissing, and we looked at each other I asked, “What?”

Maria shook her head smiling and then said, “I don’t usually do this kind of thing.”

“Oh no,” I thought but as we looked at each other Maria said, “I need you to know something,” I smiled and listened intently.

“What was she going to tell me,” I thought, but then when she said, “I do have a boyfriend,” I was kind of shocked.

I wasn’t sure why she was telling me this, but seeing her smiling, obviously looking for a reaction, I told myself, “I thought you said you didn’t,” as I continued to look at her.

I felt that maybe she was just saying it and as we looked at each other, I suspiciously asked, “Do you wanta stop?”

I didn’t want to stop, and seeing that it made her smile, I knew she didn’t want to stop either. Maria then seemed to back pedal and when she kissed me and said, “It’s okay, we really aren’t serious,” I pulled her close.

I didn’t know if I should keep going, but seeing her continuing to have a big smile, I said, “Maybe we should stop,” needing a definitive answer.

Maria leaned toward me and as she hugged me and we kissed she said, “No.”

Smiling excitably, I kissed her again and as we started to make out more passionately, feeling on each other as we kissed, and as I started to feel hot, I peeled my shirt off. This made Maria immediately start to feel on my chest again and when I tried to take her top off, she stopped me, but only briefly.

Pulling her top over her head and throwing it off the bed, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at her tits. Looking up and giving her a kiss, I reached down and started to undo my shorts. I hoped she’d reach out and want to help and as they hung open, she looked down as I leaned away. Seeing her smile, I reached out and when I pulled her close, she tried to put her hand down my shorts. Grabbing for my cock, Maria looked up and smiled when she realized I didn’t have on underwear. Smiling myself, I inched my shorts down more, and as I laid back and kicked my feet out, Maria immediately pulled at my shorts. As we got them off, Maria looked up at me smiling as I leaned up on my elbows.

Maria’s gaze quickly went to my cock and as she started to rub it, I could see her smiling as she deliberately moved her hand up and down the length. Without hesitation, she suddenly went down, and as she took my cock in her mouth I though “Oh my god,” as I lay back.

It felt good, so good, I wanted to cum but, I wanted to fuck her, especially now that I knew she was open to it. Reaching down hold her head, letting her do it, I eventually leaned up and grabbed her. Stopping and looking up at me as I tried pulled her up, she smiled.

Maria eventually let go of my cock and as she moved up, and I had her slide on top of me, we kissed.

It was so hot and wanting to be in her, I rolled her to her back and got on top of her. Kneeling in front of her, I looked up at her and started pulling down her skirt.

Immediately, I felt on her pussy through her panties. I wanted to fuck and as I went down and mouthed her pussy, she gasped. Pulling her panties down and moving between her, I leaned on top of her and as we kissed Maria asking, “Do you have any protection, you know a condom?”

I did and as I leaned back up and went to get it out of my short she said, “I’ve got one in my bag.”

Looking at her inquisitively and seeing her smile, I smile too. Quickly sliding off the bed, I rummaged through my short pockets and after finding it, I smiled and got back on the bed. Holding out her hand, wanting me to give it to her, I smiled and after opening the package, she took it from me.

Laying on my back now, Maria smiled and then immediately tried to roll it down over the head of my cock. She was obviously nervous and so I reached down and helped her roll it down the length. She was visibly excited as she looked at me, and as I coaxed her to climb on top of me, she did. Straddling my waist, I pushed her back, and as I tried to guide my cock into her wet little pussy, she reached back to help.

Maria took charge, and when she slid the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, and she leaned back, my cock seemed to easily slip in. It was tight and definitely warm inside her, and after looking down at me, almost in a trance, she slowly started moving up and down.

Wanting to be deeper inside her, I put my hands on her waist and scooting her back, she put her hands on my chest. Arching her back slightly, I reached up and as I felt on her tits, she looked down at me smiling. Maria leaned down now and after a kiss, she again moved up and down on my cock, but a little faster now. It felt so good, and as I bucked my hips up, I knew it wasn’t going to take long. Yea, her pussy was wet, but it was still really tight and before I knew it, I was going to cum.

Maria had her eyes closed, obviously concentrating, and I sensed she wanted to get off too. Continuing to buck my hips as she bobbed up and down, I really wanted her to cum too. Smiling, as she leaned forward, and after a kiss, I felt I wanted to be on top.

Pulling her down and kissing her, I tried to roll us to the side, which of course made my cock slip out. Looking at me she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Nothing was wrong and after getting her rolled to her back, I quickly climbed on top of her. Smiling, I asked her, “Are you okay,” which made her smile and adjust herself under me.

Giving her another kiss, I reached down and pushing my cock back in her, she spread her legs a little more. Immediately, I trying to fuck her, I put my hands under her shoulders, and resting on my elbows, I put my head next to hers. Maria put her arms around my neck as I continued to thrust into her, and when I started to breathe a little hard, I wanted to cum.

Suddenly I felt it, and stopping I said, “I’m going to cum.”

Holding me tight as my cock started to pulsate and cum spewed out, filling the condom inside her, I tried to hold her still. It felt so good and when I tried to move my cock in and out of her again, I again asked if she was okay. My cock continued to buck, but only faintly and when I looked at her, Maria smiled and then hugging me she asked, “Did you cum?”

I’m sure she could feel the warmth, but I think she felt the need to ask and after kissing her again I said, “Oh yea.”

My cock had started to go limp now and as I started to pull out, I made sure to reach down and grab the condom before it slipped off. Lifting off her as I pulled out, we both ended up looking down. Seeing the condom hanging off the end of my cock, heavy with cum, I smiled, and after grabbing it and carefully sliding it off, I held it out. Looking at her and seeing her smile, I twisted it so it wouldn’t leak, and after dropping it off the edge of the bed, I deliberately flopped next to her.

Maria continued to smile and then as she leaned toward me, she held me, we kissed. Pulling the covers back over us I smiled and said, “That felt good.”

Maria smiled too and hugging me again, she turned to face me and said, “This was nice.”

Giving her a big hug, I kissed her on the head and as we lay together, we ended up falling asleep.

It really did feel good, but as I woke up in the morning, she was gone. Laying there wondering what happened, I worried that I might have done something. Looking around, to see if anything was missing, I noticed that the condom was gone. “Where was it,” I thought, but as I went into the bathroom to take a shower there it was in the trash.

Smiling I thought, “Had she cleaned up?”

I didn’t know what to think but then later that morning, I went looking for her in the restaurant downstairs, it was immediately obvious that she wasn’t working. I wanted to see her and talk to her but I was scheduled to leave the next morning. “Would I ever see her again, I thought?”

The next day when I got ready to leave, and I went down to the lobby to check, I saw her across the lobby. I wanted to go over and talk to her, but it was obvious she working. Maria did look over and smiling, I felt she was down there to see me before I left.

I have wanted to go back to Cancun to see her again, but it has been a long time now since we spent the day together. I think about her now and then, and still want to visit in hopes of seeing her again.

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