Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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It was a holiday for me on a festival. She took bath early and made the breakfast and asked me to take bath soon and come along with her to the temple. I told her I am tired and wanted to take a little sleep more. She gave the coffee and left to the nearby temple. I know she could not return before couple of hours. I searched the cup board for some tell tale signs. No, nothing was there. At last I landed on our computer, I opened her log in and it was not opening. I tried two passwords. No it never give up. I know how much my wife is craze about her family, so I typed her sister's name and the system opened. I surfed through her folders, nothing and found nothing alarmed. Some favorite songs and her personal folders like her resume when she tried to take up a job. I set the folder options to show hidden folders. In the D/: drive inside a folder another folder opened named recipes. I opened it and found some folders containing recipes downloaded from net. Again I choose for the show files option and found another folder opening and I opened it. I could see few mpeg formats and I played it. I was dumbfounded to see extreme hardcore movies. And there were lot of pictures of naked men with erect cocks and all were monstrous. Pictures of hardcore sex in which women were being fucked by men with their enormous staffs and women sucking cocks were there. One thing was clear that my wife was fascinated by hard and large cocks. I further opened the images and shocked to find a nude picture of herself, she was posing for the camera in such a poses that no housewife would dare. It was clear that it was not taken by auto time setting but it was hand held. My mouth went dry. To whom she has posed in such a way. I wanted ask her immediately but changed my mind to find it myself.

It came to my mind in one occasion I saw her talking stealthily in her cell to someone and as she realized I am moving she ended the call and when I asked she told it was some wrong number and she cut off the call. Those days I had no doubt about her, so I didn't look at her phone for details. I decided to look at her phone and instantly knew that I could find nothing as she could have erased all details.

Later in a day I accompanied one of my friends to a hospital as his wife miscarried the child. He lived in the outskirts of Chennai. He made me a call and informed about his leave and I asked does he require any help in person, so he called me down there. As I reached there I found one of my college day girl friend is working as a doctor there. We had a brief chat and she inquired about my wife, "How is your wife now. Does she get cured of her irregular periods?" I asked, "What you are asking? How come you know her?" she replied, "She doesn't take advise from me but she did from my friend. She is working in an abortion clinic and few months back your wife came there for cleaning the spoilt fetus, she could not recognize me but I do. I have seen her in few occasions after your marriage. Srikanth! Let me be frank. I felt something too fishy about that. So I didn't disclose that I am your friend and never could ask her about you" I have to cover up, "No Avanthi! I knew she got aborted. I was on an official tour and told her to take someone along with her" She frowned, "Sorry Sri! I talked a blunder about your wife. I am sorry. Because many cases coming there are like collage girls got shot accidentally, woman got conceived through their extra marital or premarital affairs. We give them cover up. " My heart sank in to me. Now everything became clear that my gorgeous wife is screwing around with someone and she got filled by that stranger's cum inside her cunt, which never happened to me. I never spilled naked inside her.

I now wanted that bastard who fucks my wife. I decided to take a divorce from her. But all I need was solid evidences to prove the adultery. I consulted a lawyer who deals in divorce, he advised me that either of them should confess that could be the only evidence or else I should have a solid proof about it.
The first thing I wanted to know was, who is that black sheep with whom my wife fucks all nude in my absence, in my home. I decided to take help from my club friend who is a security officer officer in Chennai security officer. I met him in the evening. He enquired what made me to take an emergency appointment with him. I blurted that I need a help from him solving a problem of my close relative as he has doubt over his wife's character. He asked me how he could help me in this case. I handed over my wife's cell number and asked him to get all incoming and outgoing call of that number with details of the frequently called numbers since last six months.

Three days passed and my security officer friend called me saying that he talked to the service provider's headquarter in Mumbai and could get the details I require. As I reached his office in person he handed over the documents he collected. I came to cabin and went through the document. From a particular number my wife had received calls often each having duration more than half an hour to one hour. And opened the other envelope to see who the black sheep is fucking my wife. The number told it is Satish and I slipped to papers and got the copy of his detail. My heart sank, he is a young man placed below me. My wife had met him in few occasions like our office family get to gather. They never talked so closely, how this could happen. The list told that my wife had also talked to him in many occasions, those were having brief duration. Now I got the black sheep.

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HAPPY ENDING (2ND PART)

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In office Satish is the coordinator cum software engineer. He had a system in his cabin plus he had his own laptop. I employed a man who is good in computers to break through Satish's laptop and get all the files. He enquired why and denied that could be dangerous and against companies law. I told him that I have few doubts over Satish that he is trafficking some information to our neighbor concerns. The man accepted and in Sathish's absence broke is password and copied the entire files from his laptop to the laptop which I given him. He handed over the piece to me. I went home, after dinner I went to my personal office room in my home and told my wife that I had to work for long hours and she can go to sleep. As she left I closed the door and opened the system. After a long search I could find the stuff which made my heart sank. There were photos of my wife striping naked and a couple of photos in which Satish was standing stark naked with his pelvis pushed forward with his hands over his hips and my wife on her knees sitting on her heels, sucking his monstrous cock. In an other still, he was standing behind my wife and kneading her boobs, my wife's head was thrown back as he kisses root of her neck. Few photos were taken while my wife was been kissed by her paramour with her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck, he was carrying her by supporting her voluptuous butts in his palms. Then came the real stuff, my wife was laying naked with her knees curled unto her boobs with her legs wide apart. He was on top of her with his body weight placed on his both hands placed on either side of her body. My wife was guiding his tool inside her cunt; his cock was half buried in it. She never did all those things to me. She never sucked my cock or caresses it. She never guided me in to her. The next one shows her getting fucked by Satish in doggy style in our very couch in drawing room while he held her hairs like rein. My wife's mouth was gaped and she was closing her eyes slightly tilting her head. The other was taken while he came over her cute face. She was closing her eye and gape her mouth as he shot his wads over her face and mouth. What a bitch she is? She cheated upon me, she is an out rate adulteress whore.

I sat there with my heart thumping like thunder. She was so good, she made my home and I loved her like anything before in my life. I lived seeing her child like face. I felt proud when my relatives praised her beauty and responsible nature. How she could turn in to promiscuous woman? How could she do that to me? She can't even suffer a slightest pain and she now gave me the pain of my life. What is there in Satish, other than his monstrous cock? I gave her a home. I am earning in lacks. I am a decent member of the society. She had received all pride and honor being my wife. What I am going to say my family? My head was going in round. I want her throat cut open. It is not going to be any good; I'll loose the respect which I command in society and I will ruin my own life. I planned to make her quit from my life. The thought itself brought tears in my eyes. I wept alone. After sometime I walked up to the room. I made no noise. I found my wife is not there and the balcony door was open. I slowly walked to the door and listened. She was talking to someone and I guessed it was Satish. She giggled like chiming bells in a low husky voice. He could have told something, she muttered, "Chee! Stupid" other end was not audible to me, I could only here her voices, "No not any more Satish. Don't ever try to bring him. I hate his stares at me" … "Yes! That day was different. You brought him to shoot us fucking. And you forced me to that; you want to watch me getting laid. I love you so much so I allowed him to fuck me"…"No! Not at all Satish"…."It's okay. Remember one thing Satish. I want only you fucking me. If you really want a threesome, I will abide this for last time. But don't bring that wimp. Get someone as large as you" …"Satish! We have to be careful. I think my husband had smelt something fishy. Don't show up for sometime. I will let you know when to come. If not, like before we can go to that resort. But threesome could not be there. It is not safe out. We can make it in our home" I walked out dejected. I thought she is in affair, but she had already made love to another man in front of her lover. I stayed in my room until she goes to sleep. I don't want to see her face.

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Next day I made all arrangements to shoot her fucking. I brought a video camera, which is having high quality of picturisation and good zooming. I informed Vidhya that I am moving on a three days tour to Bangalore. I could see her eyes getting brightened. I was feeling bitterness in my throat as I saw her happy on the news. She came forward to pack my luggage as usual, but I denied and packed it myself. She asked me what had happened to me. I smiled and told that I should able to do few things myself. She saw me off as I boarded the taxi. I went up to little distance from my home and told the taxi to leave. The taxi driver looked at me puzzled. I walked back carefully and positioned my self on the terrace of my home. I had to wait for another hour and plus. Now I could see the car curving to our gate. At first Satish got down and followed by another young lad. They walked inside the portico and I waited for some time. I could her Vidhya opening the door for them. When I hear the door shut, I climbed down the stairs and walked to the side lawn and peeped inside the window. I could see Satish and my wife sitting closer on three seater couch and the other fellow on the single seater. Satish was wrapping his hands around her shoulder and they were talking something which could not hear. I switched on the camera and started to shoot the happening. My wife giggled at their talk and Satish pulled her face and kissed her open mouthed. The other man took position next to my wife and pulled her pallu off. He started to maul her boobs, while Satish kissed her. As Satish moved off his face, my wife pulled the other man's face and kissed him. Now both the men were kneading my wife's boobs each one. She was writhing in her couch, kicking her legs. I could not believe that Vidhya could do all this. They pulled my wife to stand and Satish hugged her from behind and the new man from front. My wife threw her left arm over the front man and right arm over Satish's ass. The new man was kneading my wife's boobs and Satish caressed her cunt over saree.

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HAPPY ENDING (LAST PART)
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My wife was sandwiched between both the men. The new man pulled the saree out of her and my wife co-operated him. Satish pulled away and allowed the new man to strip my wife. He undid her blouse and threw it over the couch. My wife hugged him and kissed him as he did it. He un-strapped her brassier and kneaded her naked boobs. He chewed her boobs and Satish joined him. My wife standing with her petti coat left on her body caressed the back of their heads as they both chewed her boobs. The new man undid the knot of her petti coat and it fell down. She was standing with her panty as they licked all over her body. The new man was biting her cunt over the panty and Satish chewed her boobs. I could make out that my wife was moaning heavily. The new man pulled her panty down and my wife stepped out of it. Her hair covered cunt was visible out. Satish from behind fingered her cunt and she threw her arms back and wrapped them around Satish's head. The new man told something and Vidhya started to remove his t-shirt. Then she undid his fly and the new man himself stripped him. I could clearly see his erected penis, which was wagging its head 9 inch away from his body. I could see my wife wondering on his cock and caressing his monster. Now Satish stripped himself naked, by the time the new man hugged and pressed my wife's naked body to his naked body. My wife threw her hands over his neck and chewed his lips as he caressed her naked butts. I didn't miss any thing. Now and often I zoomed my camera to her face and the men's face. Now Satish started to maul her boobs as my wife went on her knees in front of the new man. She pulled the fore skin of the new man's cock and kissed its head. Satish sat down along with her and fingered her cunt. The new man held my wife's hairs in bunch and pushed his cock deep inside her mouth. My wife accepted it by opening her mouth further. She bobbed her head and sucked his cock making her cheeks hallow. She sucked for few minutes and Satish came forward and offered his cock. She held the new man's cock in hand and jerked him as she sucked Satish's cock. My heart sank over the sluttish behavior of my wife. I just covered every detail. Now she was blowing their cocks in turn holding them in both the hands. They make her stand and pulled her to our bed room towards the stairs. I climbed the stairs from outside and reached the terrace. The jumped in to balcony without making noise and slightly opened the window pane and could see my wife blowing the new man's cock. Now I could hear them. Satish was yelling, "Suck his cock dry whore, and suck his cock dry" my wife was sucking the new man's cock with making Hmmm sounds. They pulled my wife on bed as she moaned continuously. She stood on four kneeling and placing her hands on bed. Satish plunged his cock inside her mouth and the new man took position at her rear. Satish told the new man, "Ravi! Slam the slut's cunt. She is cock hungry" Ravi held his tool and tried to plunged it in. my wife turned her head and held his cock and guided it in to her cunt. She groaned as he entered, "Aaaw! What a size Ravi" and Ravi yelled, "Oh bitch! What a tight cunt. It is clasping like a vice around my tool." He started to fuck her from behind as Satish fucked her head. She was moaning and chattering all through. They changed the position and Satish plunged his tool and Ravi fucked my wife's mouth. They pulled my wife down on the bed on her back. Satish told, "Ravi! Show how good you're at fucking. She will give herself totally surrendered as and when required" Ravi asked my wife, "Open your cunt slut." She obeyed him and curled her knees unto her boobs and opened her legs apart. Ravi plunged his tool inside as she groaned, "Aaaww God! Ravi! Please stay home to-night.. I need much more from you. God! you are better than Satish" he fucked her as her boobs sloshed all around. He held them and squeezed hard as my wife shrieked in ecstasy. Satish offered his cock to her mouth as Ravi fucked her. She seemed to be in heaven as they fucked her. Her head flailed side to side as Ravi plunged his cock deeper and faster. Ravi gone rigid and fucked fast as my wife yelled, "Faster Ravi faster".
She was bucking her butt up with every thrust. He suddenly pushed deeper and stayed there throwing his head back. She wailed in pleasure as her lover shoot his cum deeper. I stood and shot as her tits bounce and wave as he drove her through another strong orgasm. Her tits moved in unison and in circles as he fucked her. He was chewing her lips as he is consuming her. As he finished Satish mounted my wife. He rammed himself completely inside her and she groaned loudly as her body rocked from the intrusion. He started fucking furiously as my wife sucked the other man's cock. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he moved his strong arms beneath her. They tongue kissed passionately while he continued to thrust inside her. When he let out her mouth, he thrust into her harder and she let out a torrent of moans and screams. "Oh God Satish fuck me. Your dick is so big. I love having it inside me." It was my nightmare. She moaned with him and caresses his back with her palm as she wailed "Oh God your cock feels so good." Her legs were flopping up and down with his movements. Her bangles and silver anklets were chiming. Her body shuddered aggressively beneath him along with moans, whimpers and sweet whispers. He caught her ankles and spread her legs wider and continued to fuck her. The other man plunged his in side her mouth and Vidhya sucked it willfully. Satish fucked her with more pace and she shrieked, "Sati Darling I am coming. Make it faster" He plunged in faster and tightens his ass cheeks. My wife hissed as his seed filled her.

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As they got tired they lay side by side on the bed. Both the men were caressing her entire body and she caressed their cocks. Satish told her, "Didn't I tell you Vidhya, see how you enjoyed" Vidhya smiled at him and kissed the other man. Satish got up and walked to the wash room and Vidhya hissed to the other man, "Ravi! Take my number. I will call you to-morrow. My husband will be back after three days. You can stay here until then" As Satish entered they stopped. Satish took his handy cam and shot as Ravi fucked her once again. I had enough and I left the place carefully and went to my lawyer. He made all arrangements and gave the papers.

I came home and found the car has left. As I horned the calling bell, I could hear my wife calling, "Who is this?" I told, "Open Vidhya I am back" she stood there opening the door and I could make out that she was frightened. I asked, "What happened?" She told, "Nothing. You told you will be back after three days. It's a sweet surprise" I told her, "I have another sweet surprise for you Vidhya" I threw the papers on the tea-poy. "What's that" she enquired. I told, "See it for your self" As she opened the papers I could see her face going cold and she looked at me unbelieving it. She broke in to tears and asked, "Why? Why this divorce?" I told, "At least you could be faithful to your lovers" she looked bewildered I threw the snaps I collected from Satish's laptop and the CD which I made now. I told, "That was the previous souvenir and the morning love session is in that CD. I shot it myself" she looked at me dejected, "You saw all of that" she broke and slapped her face with both hands continuously. She rammed her head over the tea poy. She begged weeping, "Forgive me. Please forgive me. I am not that sort of woman. Satish seduced me. I never liked to be like this. My character never would allow me to do this. He did something I became his slave. Forgive me. I should have told you the first instance when he made the move, but I feared you could not take it. It's my fault. God! I am ruined. What will I say my parents? Please forgive me. Let's go back to Hyderabad. I won't do it any more. Please forgive me" I stood there in silence and told, "I cannot forgive Vidhya. You have to quit. I am never mentioning any adultery in the divorce, it is mentioned "mutual" you sign it and walk off. I am neither paying any compensation" she looked horrible. After few months we got the divorce. My heart sank as I saw her packing her things. She walked off and stood. She turned to me and told, "I always loved you. I … I… had made to be like that by him. I am sorry" she wept, "I thought it is my home and all finished like a nightmare. I love you still and good bye" I wept in my bed for another three days. Satish ditched her instantly after the divorce. Vidhya never turned back to her parents; I feared she would have committed suicide. I fixed Satish and threw him out of the concern. He loathed around without job. Whenever he reached an office I influenced them to throw him away.

After years I met Prema, my new recruit. She fell in love with me and proposed me on a dinner. I narrated the entire story to her and told her I am not in position to marry any one. She was stubborn. She was always around me. I still advised that she is too young for me. Once she attempted to give her life off. I had to compromise and we married. Prema was my solace. She quit the job and made our home. She gave birth to male child the next year. First time in my life I ever came to know what a female could do to her husband. Prema loved me a lot. I am her everything. By the time I had became GM. Money flowed in and our life flourished.

Few months back, when we went for a purchase I saw Vidhya. Every thing has gone out of her. Her beauty had no trace. She got tanned. Her husband was standing behind her, she held a one year child in her hand. Poverty was painted all over her body. She looked at me and my beautiful young wife. Her lips curled to a weep and she stifled it. My heart sank and I never shown her to my wife.

I could not rest in peace. The comparative image of my wife Vidhya and the present Vidhya came to my mind. I could not stop tears rolling down my cheek. I thought I should have given compensation to her. Three days later I got a call from unknown number, as I attended it, I immediately know who that is. She pleaded for an appointment. I informed my wife she coolly told me to meet her. Vidhya met me in my office. She wept silently, "I came just to make an apology. I have faced the life at its worst. I miss you when my drunkard husband slaps me. I could never remember anything like that with you. Even when you saw me committing adultery, you behaved like a gentleman. I got married only for the sake of security not for my bodily needs. That animal Satish ditched me. I am happy that you made that bastard's life miserable. I am happy you have a family. I will never come back into your life and I never could. I shattered your faith on me. I had been cruel to my good husband. I will live with those sweet memories of our marriage. Thank you, I am leaving." I stopped her, "Vidhya! I enquired about you soon after I saw you that day. I came know about everything. I am sorry to say this. You have already had a broken marriage, and now a horrible marriage. Please leave him. Take a job and try to bring up that child" she turned and muttered, "Who will ever give me a job. I am a graduate still I couldn't get a decent job." I told, "I will give" she looked at me in surprise. I signed a five lakh check to her. She denied I compelled and remembered her that I haven't given her compensation. She told, "I don't deserve a compensation for what I did to a gentleman" I pushed and she took it. Later she abandoned her husband and took the job what I offered through my friend. I never tried to meet her. But I know she is fine. On our every marriage anniversary we receive an unnamed bouquet waiting at out door steps and it always smelt "Vidhya".

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DRIVER KI BIWI KO SULAAYA



My driver who has been with me for over ten years, died one night in his sleep, leaving behind his widow of 32 and two children, both less than 5 years old. He had put on over 20 kgs in a year and was having high cholesterol and high b.p. I took him to the best of doctors, but he could not get his weight down. After the funeral I went to his house and while giving them Rs.10,000, told his wife to contact me if she needed anything.


Two weeks later I had a call from her wanting to see me. I asked her to come the same evening. She turned up around 5 and I was a bit surprised to see her composed. "What is it Sulochana" I asked. She wanted work. She had passed her 12th and had done her 1st year in BA when she got married. So she was literate.

I own a 4 bedroom flat in Malad and in the same building have a one bedroom flat which I use as my office.
I thought I can use her for office work and also as my housekeeper, and in the process take care of her children.

She shifted next morning and I gave her a room to stay, told her, her work and asked her to bathe and come to work in the office. When she came in I saw that she was almost in tatters. Asking her to come with me, I took her to the market and bought her ten lovely saris, ready made blouse, and her inner garments. She was happy. I asked her if she minded wearing bindhi again. She did not. So besides that, I bought her all that a woman likes to wear, including a few shades of lipstick, eye shadow, bangles, and two large gold earrings.

When we reached home, I asked her to dress properly and come back to work. When she came an hour later, I wasn't able to take my eyes off her. She is around 5'4", buxom, and with a pair of two lovely melon shaped breasts. Her full lips now painted with lip gloss and her general make up, roused the man in me. She stood there, shy, asking me what she should do. I explained what her tasks would be, and as she was computer-literate, I knew her task will be simpler.

She left office at 3 to pick up her children from college and to feed them, and prepare the evening meal. When I came home at around 8, the meal was ready and she was now wearing a lovely, dark red colored nightie.

We had food together and soon after retired to our respective rooms. But then, I could not sleep. Even as I closed my eyes, she would appear as if she was standing before me in her finery with that shy smile. I twisted and turned, but still sleep eluded me.

Taking courage into me hands, I went to her room and knocked on it. As if she was waiting at the door, she opened the door, and she swept herself into my arms. I was surprised and happy that my 'conquest' went off well! Even as she held me with bent head, I lifted her face and gently kissed her on her eyes that had mascara on it. She smiled. And I took over from there.I deep thrusted my tongue into her mouth, and she accepted me, sucking my tongue, and I took in her saliva copiously. She was heaving and was moaning away."Hsssssssss. Hmmmmmmmm." And so on..

"When I removed my tongue after five minutes of sucking hers, she thrust hers into my mouth and it was my turn to do her honors. She responded like an animal in heat.
"Can we go to your room Saab?" she asked.
I carried her in my arms and walked in long strides and went into my room, closing the room behind.


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As I reached the bed, she just tugged and pulled off my lungi, and hurriedly removed my singlet. At the same instant, she lifter her nightie over her head, and came and clasped me hard. Her breasts were pressing me, and I was high. I started caressing her over her back, while she was kissing me away all over my chest, finally taking my nipple between her teeth and gently chewed on it.

My rod was in its full 6 1/2" of manhood, throbbing away..
Shyly she held it and started stroking it. I went crazy.
"Wait Sulochana. Lie down" I said and as she did.
I brought her down till her ass was at the edge.
I now knelt in front of her and with my hands spread her thighs, exposing her golden hued cunt, which was without a single hair the way I love pussy.
I put my face between her thighs and thrust my tongue deep into her wet cunt and started sliding it wildly within. "Hsssssssssssssss.. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Hmmmmmmm. Aur jorse. Aur dabake. Saab. Bahut acchahai. Humko swarg legaye.Bahut pyaare arahahai."

And as she said this, she squirted her juices into my mouth. At that time, it was delicious.
I cam up and lay down next to her, once gain deep throating her with my tongue. She held my head firm and responded with equal vigor. I kissed her all over her face, turned her, kissed her on her earlobes, her neck, her shoulder and her back and gradually went own.

As I reached her ass, she turned on her back and exposed her cunt to me, and held me in a close embrace, pulled me up and started kissing me with wet kisses all over my face. I kissed her back and asked her, "Sulochana. Teri chathee choos sakthanhun? "Awo meri sahib ji. Kyon ek. Dono chunchi or uske pura dudh aapke liye tadaparaha hai. Jaldi awo."
And she thrust her breast into my mouth which I most hungrily started sucking away and kissing them, taking her lovely pointed nipples into my mouth and sucking them and teasing them between my teeth and sucking her delicious breast milk.

She was jumping on her ass. And then she took my hand and thrust it between her thighs.
My hand rested on her moist cunt, and my finger found her clitoris, already up in the air.
In circular motion I caressed it, slowly at first and then rapidly.
"Haiiiiiiiiiiiii. Meri Bhagawan. Kya suk haire. Aur jorse karona? Meri chooth bahut kujili me hai.
Ungli daalo aur paani nikalo".
Saying this, she held on to cock and gently stroked it, saying "ithna bada! Humko bardeyga. Humko phatdeyga. Magar hum isko andar lena chathahoon."
Meanwhile I finger fucked her and at the end of ten minutes she was wild and was scratching my back leaving her nail marks all over.
She wanted me in her mouth. But I was not ready for that.
My primary aim was to fuck her and the next round would be hers.

When she was satiated with my fingers, I broke off and moved between her thighs. Gently parting them, I said,' Sulochana. Hum abhi teri andar aarhanhoon.. Abhi deko marad kya hotha hai." And placing my prick in front of her hole, I gently thrust it, but it slid in, moist as it was, as if it was more than ready to take me in. "Ayeeeeeeeeee. Kithna garam hai. Pehle dhire karo. Dheeere karo. Hum accha lagtha haina? Meri chooth pasand aya? Aapki land humko barliya hai. Math nikalo. Aapki paani meri chooth me hi chodiye. Meri pehalwan. Meri pyaare. Abhitak ye sukh nahin mila humko." And she again started kissing my chest, taking my nipple and teasing it. I started pumping her, fast and then wild. "Sulochana. Bahut accha laga mere ko.

Kitna meetahai theri chooth. Udarka ras hum peeliya. Teri jaise sujji chooth bahut kush dethahain.
"Saaab. Aapse bahut pyaar karthahai hum. Aise abhi tak humko kabhi nahin mila. Humko nahin malum tha ithna maja hai karke. Choodho. Hamesha meri andar awo. Aap kabhi bi bulao, hum tayarr hai."

And as her endearments went on, I was kissing her, and suddenly she wrapped me firmly with her strong legs, in the process her anklets making those lovely sounds and her bangles.
I was wild and humped her, and then in a few minutes I was spurting in her, jerk after jerk. And she held me tighter, placing her mouth on mine and sucking me away, as if she wanted to suck away my life from her.

We broke off, and lying side by side, we caressed each other, kissing away, fondling her breasts and sucking them till she again reached a crescendo.
We then went and washed ourselves and came back lying next to each other, in a tight embrace. Bahut e jaldi
us ki petme mera bachcha aha gaya. Uski petme mera bachcha atay hi usne unki pahali do bachchi ko apna pati ki desh ki ghar me (bihar) chor ayaee.

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MY FAITHFULL WIFE



From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."

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It was then Stayla and me decided to throw a party at my home and invited some people from her new company. James purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with my wife, in her own house, with me- her husband there. James, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either. When James arrived at the party, Stayla answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. James pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at him. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?". "That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." James replied. "You are hopeless", she told him, and walked away. His palms sweated the entire evening. His heart raced every time my wife stepped by him. Stayla’s perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course he looked down it. His eyes fought to gain sight of my wife’s nipples. He knew Stayla caught him looking. Several times my wife looked up at him, but James never broke his gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it. As the night went on, James barely had time with her. At one point he saw her going towards the kitchen. James followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move James came behind her, put his hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her. She immediately turned towards him, completely flushed and said. " Listen, James, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined. "Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Stayla?" James said. "Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, James knew he had to have her in her house. His opportunity came soon. James was with a group of guests, in the corner, when he saw my wife moving down the hall to her room. His mind raced. Quickly he headed after her and made way to the room. Stayla was alone. Perfect, James thought as he bolted the door. "Oh it's you again", my wife said, "I thought I told you to behave yourself". "Yeah. But I came to tell you look as gorgeous as ever," James said. "You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favorite colors." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. James had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around his finger. James cleared his throat. "Listen, Stayla, thanks for a wonderful evening,"James said, trying to find something to keep her longer. "It's ok," she replied. "I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," James added with a smile. "I doubt it," My wife said, "I have to attend to my other guests."
"You know that dress send mixed signals," James said quietly. "All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." James couldn't resist, he leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly withhis hand. "Forget it, I'm married," My wife said, quickly stepping back. "You are sure you don't want to?" James stopped, but didn't take his hand away. "Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled. "I won't spend more time with you, Stayla," James said softly. "I love being with you. " James brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek, he moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently. "Don't" my wife said, but she didn't move back. "I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands." Stayla didn't move. James lifted her heavy mass of hair, put his mouth on her neck, letting his breath warm her skin, his tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear. Stayla appeared to be in a trance. James wanted her to be unafraid. James wanted her to want this as much as he did. His heart was absolutely pounding. His body was alive with heat that exited through hisbreath. James looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Stayla stopped him. "James, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here." " Stayla, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me." But James knew he could say nothing to change the moment's thought. So he moved to kiss her. "What did I just tell you just now?" My wife again protested. "I wanted to do that for so long," James whispered in her ears, and as he slowly slid his hand under her dress. "I said 'don't'", Stayla pulled her face away, but didn't remove his hand. James looked at her quizzically, a half smile playing around the corner of his mouth, his voice seductively casual "why not?" "Because I can't," my wife said pleadingly, as his hand continued to move under her skirt. She didn't move as James placed his hand on her left thigh. Her eyes looked down and away as a maddening jolt of energy spiked through his fingers and across hisbody. James was touching a part of my wife that he never thought he would. James rubbed his hand slightly against the exposed skin. So smooth. She was frozen stiff. He moved his left hand to her cheek, and turned her towards him. Her face was radiant. Her long hair fell to her shoulders as her head turned. "Do you want me to stop", James asked, letting his fingers brush against her inner thigh with increasing pressure.
"We shouldn't..." My wife said as his fingers moved closer to her panties. "Why ...?" James looked at her with amusement, his finger still working on her. "Would you take your hand off there, please? I don't want this," Stayla managed to say. "Yes, you do," James continued to graze hisfingers over her crotch. "I don't..." she protested. She tried to keep her voice level, but her breath was now in quick little gasped. James pinned her to the wall like a butterfly, letting her flutter for a minute before he said "you want it... but you won't admit it." His voice was barely a whisper. She put her hands on his chest to push him away, and just as she pushed, James grabbed her with both hands and held her. For a long moment, she fought against him and tried to get away. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and mumbled, "I hate you." Determined to make this go further, James knew he had to act quickly. "Shut up and kiss me," James said, as he brought his lips to hers again. This time, her lips closed on his, and they quickly found their selves in a heated embrace. His arms were around her before she realized it. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks.

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The moment of truth had passed. My wife and James were going to have sexual intercourse. He was uncertain of what to do. There were so many parts of her he wanted to touch, so many parts of her he wanted to see. Should he feel her breasts first? With one swift move, James backed her again to the wall. She watched as James undid her straps and exposed the upper portion of her chest. He had to see her breasts. He had to see and touch those nipples. He had to feel those poking nubs against his tongue, teeth, and mouth. His hands felt her chest as it heaved under him. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made him push his cock against her harder. James was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel his erection against her leg. Swiftly he put his mouth on the top of her breast, and he heard my wife gasp at the sensation as he licked along the edge of the bra, outlining each breast with his tongue. James slid the straps of her bra down to her arms, pulling it down under her breasts, freeing them. James licked my wife’s nipple, sucking on it gently, then harder and harder, making her moan with pleasure. His own body had hiked her dress way up, and he could see the white panties beneath. James started to move his hand to it, but instead cupped her right thigh, his finger barely pressing against her panties. Again, James wasn't sure how much she would appreciate him enjoying this. He rubbed his hand between her legs, pressing against her thigh but letting the slightest pressure push against her. Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and he fell to his knees and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. "Oohh..." My wife moaned softly as she stroked his hair. The look in her eye confirmed what James had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. Then he pulled down her panties to her knees, letting my wife feel the cool air on her bare skin. James knew what pleasure he was giving her. Already Stayla’s hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, " what does the lady want, tell me what you want?" And she moaned " please". She was shaking all over; sweat running down her face, and on her breasts. As they continued, they heard voices just outside the room. Her children’s voice was one he recognized just a few feet away, around the corner, and the fear of being caught washed over him. My wife had heard it too. Her inner battle began. Her mind knew that they faced discovery at any moment, and that they absolutely should stop immediately. But the growing, wonderful sensation in my wife, was winning the battle. James felt her body tremble as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. James clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Stayla squirmed. James entered her in one quick, hard thrust. My wife cried out, but he silenced her with his mouth, his tongue meeting hers, sucking on it. James moved his pelvis hard against her, thrusting into her over and over again. "Uhh........ Uhh………..Uhh………Uhh" She moved forward, pushing herself onto his cock. James started to hump her slowly as he kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. My wife’s cunt tightened around his cock, squeezing pleasure from it like a soaked piece of clothing. James had to savour the moment. He loved the way she kept clutching at his ass, grabbing at him, roughly, almost painfully, pulling him more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. Just as James picked up the pace, my wife buried her head in her arm to avoid from screaming. They could still hear her children's voice through the thin walls. They ware probably only ten feet away. "Oh,.. Oh, …Oh..." Her fingernails dug into his buttocks and as she stiffened against him, James felt his own orgasm rising, scalding within him. He lowered his hands to her waist, as loads after loads he shot his sperm inside her. Stiffing their cries they came at each other one last time, arching up, way up, then collapsing, panting over each other. They waited, breathing heavily, while time and space came back to normal. "God...you are so good at that," Stayla said, and it sounded like a complaint. James kissed her face gently all over. "I've wanted to do that for so long," James whispered. He picked up her bras and handed it to her wordlessly. Silently she put it on, tied the shoulder straps of her dress and turned to go. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. " You are one of a kind." James closed the door behind her and leaned against it, still out of breath. James felt better, more alive. He waited a few minutes and then went to join the guests. He however did not stay long and moved to the door. For him it was a conquest long awaited.

(END)

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Many more stories in this series are still there , but except Blue Bull and Nand and a handful of others nobody responding by likes etc,


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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH


Let me first introduce ourselves. I am an 18 yr old Bengali girl from a traditional ***** family. I live with my mother and my father and my sister. My father was working in a small biscuit factory as an accounts Clark. My mother is also a Bengali lady around 38. She really has a sexy figure. A bit chubby, her best feature is her 36D boobs and her butts. You can feel her round ass through her saree. Sometimes when she wears transparent saree and nightie or gown at night she looks awesome. She is very jolly likes talking and smiling. Due to boredom sometimes she flirts with men though my dad never knew it. But as far as I knew she was devoted to my dad very much. My younger sister Pinky is just 15. She also looks very beautiful like me.
One day my mom got one phone call from my dad’s office. One employee from the office informed my mom that my father was arrested by the local security officer for some bribery charges. We rushed to the security officer station but were unable to release him spending the whole day in that security officer station. The factory manager Dilip sing was a very influential man and my dad was arrested as per his request. One constable in the security officer station told us it is not possible for them to release him now without proper investigation and they will appeal to the court to keep him in their custody for another 15 days. My mom started crying after listening that my dad have to spend at least 15 days in this jail. Then the constable told my mom to request Dilip Singh for my dad’s release. If he permits then they can discharge my dad easily. We returned to our home being very tired and frustrated. Next morning my mom called Mr Dilip over phone and asked for my dad’s release. My mom requested him many times but he was not ready to withdraw his report. The next day morning my mom called him again and started begging him. This time Mr. Sigh became slightly soft may be because of my mom’s crying and requested my mom to meet him in his residence office in the lunch time. My mom went to meet him in the afternoon and came back after three hours. Her hairs were untied; her lip color was dragged to her chin as if she was crying hard or washed her face with some cloth without caring about her lip color. When I asked her about the meeting, she told that Mr. Sing was busy in a meeting and told her to come tomorrow. For the next 4 days my mom went to meet him but failed because either he was busy in a meeting or was not present in his office in the lunchtime. But everyday when she returned I always found something unusual. Like one day I found her blouse was wet at places and a suspected bite mark in her neck. But I did not care much about this because I was very upset regarding my dad’s release. Fifth day when my mom went to meet him I found her very excited. That day I had a terrible headache. When after 3 hours she did not return home then I called him in her mobile.
Me : Mom where are you??

Mom: mmm…..Babu I will be late….(I could hear her breathing heavily,her voice chocking)….mmmm….hows your… mmmm….headache??

Me:I am fine…where are you??

Mom: Singh ji….is …mmmm/……showing some documents to me…….it can help your dad’s release…(I heard someone commanding from behind)….mmm…your mom is busy in the meeting with some company lawyers……..uff slowly baba……..what I was saying to you? …. yes…I will be slightly late today.

Before a can speak anything someone snapped the phone but I managed to hear a sharp moan of my loved mother. I kept wondering what become of her. After five hours she returned home. I opened the door and saw her standing with three heavily build men. She managed a smile and pointing to one guy out of them she said “ he is Mr. Dilip Singh.” She also said that other guys are his friends and they would have dinner with us and stay tonight. I nodded and watched her barely walk. Mr. Singh asked her to get bath while they sat down for T.V. I went near the bathroom and was very surprised to hear that she was singing a hit hindi flim song while taking her shower. At dinner table she served wearing a transparent nightie. I had never seen it and guessed Mr. Singh had bought it. She was flushed red in front of me while Mr. Singh chatted casually with me. He called mom by her name as if she was his wife and asked her to sit beside him. I could clearly see him putting his hand on my mom’s thigh. They casually chatted about the food while my mom looked down (I could see guilt and fear in her face). I was impatient to know her fate after the dinner. The thought of mom being forced in our house in front of me was making me go wet. After the dinner he whispered something to my mom, to which she was not ready and begged him for that. I couldn’t hear but I guessed he threatened her. Reluctantly she got up and asked me and my sister to come with her in her bedroom. When we entered in her bedroom I found that Mr. Singh and all his friends are waiting for us sitting on my mom’s bed. As soon as we entered one guy went near our bedroom door and locked it from the inside. They looked at us as though we were some trapped prey. They seemed to be in no hurry. They need not fear anything as now no one else will hear anything inside our house and everyone knows that we sleep around 10.30 and we cannot even expect a phone call. I looked at my mother expecting her to perform some miracle to save us. She asked Mr. Singh in a shivering voice what they wanted. One of them stepped forward and slapped her. He told her in a menacing voice, “Don’t talk unless we ask you”. He continued ‘we will take all that we want and more so don’t bother’. One of them, a man as dark as one could be with bulging eyes, asked Mr. Singh in a casual, matter of fact manner said, ‘ where do we start’.

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My sister let out a cry. She started sobbing. She was afraid. She didn’t understand anything. She just started crying. One of the tall persons came near, he just pulled my hair and slapped me, it was a stinging slap, I stared at him afraid even to cry. He said in a low voice, ‘ask that bitch to stop crying or you will get more’. That was enough; the voice and the slap made my sister stop as suddenly as she started. Her hands went up to her mouth as if to stop any sound escaping from her. We were never slapped or beaten before. We will start with my slut’ pointing to my mother Mr. Singh said. The guy again said “Singh Ji why don’t you go and start the show”. But Mr.Sing said “you go first. I have been fucking that bitch for the last 4 days”. The language was terrifying. It sent a chill up my spine. I understood what he meant. I don’t know whether my sister understood it or not. My mother looked shocked beyond any thing ever seen. Sweat was forming on her brows though the air conditioning was working. I could see her trying to control her shivering. Of late I came to understand what sexual arousal was. We were all in our nighties. Suddenly I realized I am no longer terrified. I was looking at the scene somewhat curiously. What will they do now? Are they just threatening us or will they really... A host of questions cropped up in my mind. The black man who asked Mr. Singh to start first, with his bulging eyes laughed crookedly and went near my mother. Her proud shoulders sagging. Her beautiful face now looked ugly. She raised her head helplessly to see what is going to happen. He commanded her to stand. She tried to stand up but her knees were weak and she almost fell back. He caught her shoulders and made her stand. Then he barked out “undress”. She didn’t understand him. She looked at him quizzically. He again said in a rough voice “remove your dress”. She was dazed. She didn’t move nor made any attempt to undress. One of the men silently came near me and pulled me up holding my hair. I screamed “No” and stood up not able to bear the pain. His hand suddenly lifted my nighty and tried to grope between my thighs. I screamed out and tried to wriggle free. Another was going near my sister. My mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, No, I will undress”. Frantically she tried to remove her nighty over her head. She had no bra, no panty, just a petticoat which came to just above her knees. Her 34 sized breasts were heaving wildly probably out of fright. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible from inside the petticoat. She had a bit thick thighs while her behind was full. She stood there in her petticoat. But he wanted her to remove even that. She really had no choice. She pulled the petticoat with trembling hands over her head. There she stood naked before all of us. Even I couldn’t stop appreciating her body. It had very little fat on it. Well carved, full and ripe. Her eyes were looking down out of shame. There was some hair around her pelvic region. She just stood there like a statue. Whether she really believed these guys will leave me out or was it that she lost her power to think rationally or is it that she was desperate and trying to gain time hoping something will happen in the meanwhile. At that moment I know that they will fuck all three of us. My knees went weak with this realization. I collapsed back on the bed. I was trembling with the realization of what was to come. I was worried about my sister. She probably didn’t realize what was to come or even understand what happened when they fuck her. Meanwhile the man barked another command to my mother, “Undress me”, this time there was no mistaking. My mother was now beyond shock. She mechanically undid his pant, unzipping him and then removed his shirt. He was stark naked. Black, stout, muscular and his organ was very thick. It was erect and there were a few drops of pre cum on its head. It was crooked. He told her to caress it. Her little palms went over it and caressed it delicately afraid he would get angry.

It grew in size with her caressing, becoming thicker and longer. “Hold my balls bitch” he was almost whispering. My mother held his balls and delicately caressed them. I looked at her face. The eyes were closed. Her face was impassive. He suddenly pulled her face towards him and started chewing her lower lip. Her body shook. Her hand tightened around his thick dick. Is she losing control over herself or was she trying to please him hoping he wouldn’t hurt her.

He was becoming restless. His body probably never felt this delicate touch. He looked straight out of gutters. His face rough with a scar extending down his left cheek. His hand moved over my mother’s stomach and was caressing it lightly. Then it moved up and held her left nipple and was lightly playing with it. I observed the nipple becoming hard. Then his other hand went down between her thighs. They were shut tightly. My mother probably understood his intention and separated them a little allowing his hand to move there. His finger poked and I guessed it must have made some inroads though I couldn’t see it. My mother’s face was flushing and her breath became heavy. I knew he was trying to arouse her and she was trying to control her feelings. Probably she wished he just bangd her brutally instead of arousing her before her daughters. This man looked a brute but he had a way with women. I chided myself for these feelings. I wished this is over quickly. I knew I am getting wet down there observing this stimulating performance. Suddenly he told her to lie on the bed. My mother stepped back and quietly sat at first and then moved up, he said, “No, just lie on the edge” I didn’t understand what he meant but she understood. She moved to the edge her waist up was on the bed while her legs were hanging down the bed. He held her legs up as if he is a performer exhibiting his magic. He moved them apart. There I could see for the first time the often described love hole of my mother. It was open. The lips spread a bit. But it wasn’t large. How he is going to send the dick into it?

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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (PART 2)




It was pink with hair on both sides. Her stomach was flat, her breasts now just spread a bit. Her eyes were closed. Probably she was anticipating that he will now get in. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet. My sister just put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. He moved between her legs. I couldn’t take off my eyes from the unfolding fuck. He held his thick penis near the opening of my mother’s pussy. It was really ugly to look at. A real monster. He poked the head between the vaginal lips as if clearing the way. Then unexpectedly he lounged forward with full force, I didn’t know what exactly happened, because his back obstructed my view, but my mother screamed, I never heard her scream that way, it was heart rendering, it was like an animal
wailing loudly. “NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I understood he must have ploughed in tearing her apart. Her legs were flaying desperately to relieve the pain. He was bent over her. Probably he wanted this position to penetrate her fully at one stroke. Being a science student I knew this posture allowed him maximum penetration. Her hands were desperately trying to push him back as her waist was totally crushed by his weight. His hands held her hands and pushed them over her head. He was half bent over her. His mouth went near the right nipple and he started nibbling it holding it lightly between his teeth. She was totally under his control. Every muscle in her body dominated by his counter part, crushing them and taking a lot of pleasure out of it. I saw his waist moving very slowly. What is he doing? I think my mother tried to adjust herself to the implanted monster inside her. She was desperately trying to move her waist to make the way as smooth as possible. He again moved inside but slowly, he knew he had dominated her, that she is at his mercy. I saw glee on his face. I could see him only from one side. “You will enjoy this baby, you will enjoy this ride into heavens” he was muttering aloud. He started moving in and out slowly. His movement, controlled and rhythmic. He freed her hands and one of his hands went down trying something between her thighs. What is he doing I wondered. I didn’t know that he was holding my mother’s clit and caressing it while he stopped all movement for some time. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but the lips were partially open, her legs were now on his back. Her hands were tightly gripping the pillow. What happened to her? There is no mark of pain anywhere? Just a few moments back she shouted as if she was about to die. Then I knew the man is not only dominating her but is also totally controlling her. His play with her clit probably aroused my mother, she was desperately trying to regain her control but unable to hold back, her waist moved a bit upwards as if it wanted him. He knew he had conquered her. He moved in for the kill. He gave one strong thrust and my mother moaned

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA” and she thrust her waist up, “good girl” he complimented her. Have the suppressed sexual feelings unleashed now? I know now it is no longer bang. She is enjoying it and wanted more. He moved in with quick deep thrusts each thrust eliciting an unsuppressed moan from my mother. The sounds were meaningless. Did she realize we were there? Her waist is now trying to match him. Her legs entwined his waist. He was feeling cramped. He removed her legs from around his waist and put them on his shoulders. I realized now it is going to be something different. There is no protest from my mother. Her eyes closed tightly not wanting to look at us. He went in with deep thrusts heaving my mother. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm with his thrusts and she moaned loudly “Godddddddd”. Did she ever have this experience before? She tried to hold his shoulders to stop herself from being pushed up the bed. He pulled her down a bit and bent down to take her lips. Her legs were bent up with her knees almost touching her shoulders. She was spread it out like a whore. Her waist rose unnaturally. He started pumping her like a piston moving fast. He covered her lips with her, her moans were now muffled. What I saw really upset me. Oh god he made my mother into a real slut before our eyes. I looked at my sister, I was surprised to see her looking at my mother with wonder in her eyes. There was no fear in them now. I felt my hand moving unconsciously towards my pussy, I knew it was damn wet there. His thrusts became stronger, the whole bed was shaking a bit, I saw my mother free her lips from his, she was breathing heavily, her hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. Her waist was trying to move fast. Something was welling up inside her. I realized she is reaching her orgasm. Oh my god I thought, she is actually going to cum in a bang. Then came the sound, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, NOoooooooooo” and her body gave a mighty jerk and became stiff. She was not allowing him to move. He too stopped. Probably he was gloating over his conquest. In a few seconds my mother’s body became limp. He withdrew from her. His pole still erect, hungry and glistening with the liquids. He looked at her and ordered, “Now that’s enough slut, get up and suck me”. Why didn’t he cum inside her? Is he exhibiting that he is the master of the situation and that she is his slave? My mother got up unwillingly; she might want to lie down for some time to savor her orgasm. But he thrust his black thick pole towards her. I understood that by making her lick and suck her own juices he is taking a lot of pleasure in the very act itself. Her tongue slowly licked his pole of all her juices and then he went in to her mouth smoothly. This time there was no choking. My mother moved her mouth all over his pole. Her head moving up and down on his pole. Her hair was loose now. Her face was totally covered by her hair. We could only see the movement. She was moving very fast, probably to make him cum fast. He realized that and held her head to slow down. He held her head still and started fucking her as if it was all that mattered to him. Again his rod was hitting the throat and causing pain, he was oblivious to that, his pace increased, probably he was about to cum, and as suddenly he stopped, he told her to lie on the bed. “spread your legs, bitch” he ordered, he mounted her and gave a deep strong thrust that again brought a moan out of my mother’s throat. Then he vigorously fucked her a few times, it was clear he was going to cum, and then we heard the strange sound, “take it rich bitch, now you have my seed inside you” and with that he clung to her. His jerks slowed down. We could see the white liquid tickling down my mother’s thighs. She neither moved nor said anything. I looked at the other two and was shocked to see that one of them was filming the whole thing. Did my mother observe this? What are they going to do with the film? As I was wondering about this I saw the other tall person reach the bed. The one who mounted her so far already was up and lighting a cigarette.

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He said, “The bitch is tight”. I looked at the 2nd person. His limp penis is now erect again. He said to no one in particular, I’ll take the girl. “Oh god” I know he meant me. He casually stepped out of his jeans and walked up to me. My mother suddenly realized what was about to happen and screamed “No, don’t touch her”. Then there was derisive laughter all around. The one who was coming for me said, “Whore, you enjoyed the fuck, why do you want to deny the pleasure to your girl” and he pulled me up. My mother tried to get up and come between us, but the one who neared her slapped her hard and said in a threatening voice, “If we don’t fuck, we will kill” She was taken aback. She tried to plead, but the one who was filming said quietly, “do you think we will leave without fucking all of you, if you cooperate it will cause no hurt, and we will help your husband to get out from the jail also, other wise you will be hurt and anyway we will fuck you the whole night”. She was aghast at what to do. Oh my god, I thought my sister will be bangd and still she is a child, what will happen to her.


The one who came near me just lifted my nighty and out of fear I raised my hands allowing him to take it out and he threw it aside. I had a panty and a petticoat. He stepped back and looked at me. Every one said I looked beautiful. I had a breast that pointed out and the 32 size attracted immediate attention. I exercised regularly and my body showed it. He told me to remove my panty. I was hesitant but slowly I removed my panty. Now only the petticoat was covering my fair body. Unknowingly my nips felt hard. My mother was open mouthed. He went back and sat on the other bed. He told me to come and sit between his legs. What’s his plan? I wondered. Why isn’t he throwing down on the bed. He siganalled the other to go ahead with my mother. The tall man was naked by this time. He told my mother to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed. I was sitting between the leg and his rod was rubbing over the back of my neck. It was a strange sensation to feel that monster which will in a while tear me apart. I was a virgin and I know that it will be very painful when it penetrates me. My couldn’t grasp what he is about to do. He separated the ass cheeks of my mother. I understood his intention. He is going to fuck her ass hole. I read about it. Oh god I thought, will she stand it. He asked my sister to give him any liquid lotion. She gave a bottle and he poured it over her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her ass hole. When my mother understood his intention she cried out, “NOOOOOOO, NNOT THERE”

And tried to turn, but he gave her a blow between her shoulders which made her slump on the bed. His penis was a bit small when compared to others probably 7 inches but it was as thick. He bent down and placed it near her hole and pushed. It must be very painful for she was screaming at the top of her lungs. We couldn’t see it clearly but probably her sphincter must have been torn. He paid little attention to her screams. I could feel the rod at my back becoming hot and restless. It must be giving him a kick. His hand was on my left breast. He was caressing it and slowly pinching my nip. His other hand was rubbing my shoulder. My mother’s screams were now muffled. He was moving in and out slowly as if he cared a lot about her pain. In a few moments there were no screams at all. He was increasing the pace. His strokes were pushing her forward and she was smashing the bed. His hands moved and were holding the two breasts as if for support. He was crushing them. I heard muffled painful moans. Then one of his hands went under her. I don’t know what happened but in a few moments my mother started moaning and her waist was pushing back. Was he holding her clit? The pressure on my nipples increased. He pulled me up and made me sit in his lap. Now the rock hard thing was touching my ass.
He whispered in my ears, “Your mother is a real fucker, see how she is raising her ass hole” his breath was over my ears. It was heavy. His body was touching me, his hand slowly slid down to my thigh. It was rubbing over it and it was producing some strange sensations in my body. His tongue was licking my ear. His hand pushed my petticoat up and was groping for the opening or rather he was lightly rubbing the whole area. The latent fires in my body were stoked. I was trying hard to keep still but it was proving an impossible task. I looked at my sister. She was alone and looking at my mother and me alternatively. My mother seemed to have lost all sense of the situation. She was moaning “yes, yessss, hold it, goddd”, his hand was still under her. Probably her clit is too sensitive and she will lose herself if that is touched. Now his thrusts were powerful and deep, still she was responding. The white delicate body of my mother under the dark muscular body of him was surreal. She was rich and educated, he was black, rough. He was supposing to be banging her, but no one who witnessed it would call that a bang.

Her thrusts and moans have made me shed my inhibitions, any way my body was responding to his caressing. His hands were now roaming freely everywhere. My body wanted something .


(END OF PART 2)

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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (LAST PART)
 

  My hand gripped his hand. My grip probably conveyed the urge building in my body. He took my hand and placed it on his thick hot penis. “My god” I whispered to myself. To feel it was totally electric. It seemed life was pulsating in it. It seemed much bigger than I imagined. He made me move my hands move over it. His breath becoming much thicker. His finger went into my love hole. I gasped as he separated the vaginal lips. Small tremors ran all over my body. His finger was playing with the vaginal tip. I moved my waist. My body wanted something more. It went a bit deeper probing it. I wanted it to go much deeper. Suddenly his fingers caught my clit and squeezed it slightly. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the sound escaped my lips. It was exhilarating. All my nerves seemed to be jumping up and down. I squeezed my thighs. “What do you want baby?” he whispered in my ears. Suddenly I came out of my reverie, I opened my eyes and found my mother urging the man to go deeper she was almost shouting “deeper, deeper, more deeper………you bustard fuck me more deeper”
“goddddd, I am commmingggggggggg” she was sprawled on the bed. The man stopped for a brief moment and again started riding her. There seemed some urgency in his fucking. Then he banged into her and clung to her. His thick semen oozing out onto the bed sliding down my mother’s thighs. She didn’t get up. Just stayed there flat on her stomach. He slowly got up and said in a low voice, “She is a real bitch”. He made me get up and took me to the bed on which my mother was sprawled and my sister was sitting. From her looks I understood that my sister is aroused. There is neither shame nor fear in her looks. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together. The one with camera handed it to the dark one who fucked my mother and went near my sister. I was thrown on the bed, my petticoat over my waist. He tore the petticoat in the middle and I was stark naked. Again fear cropped up inside me. My mother by now was up and looking dazed. He came over me and told me to spread my legs. I spread them hesitatingly. He came between my legs and his hand went to my pussy. He held the clit and started squeezing it again. The fires roared again. I gasped and my lips opened partially. He bent down and started chewing my left nip lightly. My body was in convulsions. I know I was wet down there. All that I saw made me horny like never before. I wanted him to ride me, maul me. My body wanted some kind of punishment. My hands held his head. I wanted him to push that bloody pole inside me and plough me deep. He was not coming. He just went down and I felt his breath down there. It was exhilarating. His tongue was flicking at my vaginal lips like a snake does. “Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I moaned loudly. I pressed his head towards my pussy. His tongue went to my clit teasing it, lightly rubbing it. I lost all control and my legs went round his head and I almost screamed, “FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE”. He seemed to want to hear this. I knew everyone must have been shocked. Then he seemed to adjust his pole near my hole. I could sense it. It was groping for the opening and found it. By this time I was so wet it wouldn’t be difficult for him send it in. It glided in. My body felt some kind of relief. I wanted him to have the whole cunt and tried to spread as wide as possible. He thrust in. it went in a few inches and found an obstruction. “So you are a virgin” he said aloud. I didn’t want to reply. He poked around and with a mighty thrust tore my hymen and implanted himself. A searing pain went around my vagina. I screamed “Muuuummmyyy…….” which is what I shout whenever in pain. I felt a soft hand holding my palm and knew my mother was there. I didn’t want to look at her. He moved back a bit and my body reacted in a very unnatural way. It didn’t want the black rod withdrawn. My walls tried to tighten around it preventing its withdrawal.

He kept quiet for a while allowing my pain to die down. In a few moments the pain was gone. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. He was like a king who conquered a new territory. And he started with slow jerks, each one sending his rod a bit inside. Each one rubbing my walls and producing electric shocks all over my body. He was slow, he was savoring his conquest or he wanted me to enjoy the fuck. I could feel my walls stretching and stretching to allow him to mount me. I raised my legs and he thrust strongly. Some sounds escaped my lips. He was still only two thirds in. He wanted to fully penetrate me. So he was giving strong deep thrusts. My body was moving up and down with his thrusts. Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand leaving me. I turned to look at her. The fourth of the group, the tallest of all the three was stark naked and threw her on the bed. He was pulling her legs roughly. I heard my mother pleading with him, “That is enough, I can’t take more, please leave me”, he laughed at her and flaunted his penis before her eyes. “Have you seen a bigger one?” I looked at it and was dumbfounded. It was really big. Much bigger than the three I saw today. More than 10 inches, the thought flashed in me. He threw himself on her and with a mighty thrust planted himself inside her.
“AMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA” my mother screamed. Her hand again found mine. We clasped together and started enjoying the fuck. I was aroused beyond any limit. I wanted deep thrusts. My mother was in pleasure and pain with the huge monster tearing her. The captain of the team riding me mockingly told me “that bitch mother of yours will beg for more, don’t worry” and thrust deep. My whole body shook still I didn’t want to leave my mother’s hand. His pole almost inside me. He moved it and it rubbed on my clit. I wanted to hold him with both my hands but my mother was clutching mine in a hard grip. I pulled it free and held his shoulders. My mother was not happy to release my hand. She needs my hand to bear the unbearable pleasure she is having. She took one of my breasts in his hand and started to molest it for support. My fucker was now in a ravaging mood. My clit was rubbing hard against his thick rod. I felt many sensations building inside me. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but he was thrusting deeply and rhythmically. I could feel my walls stretching and closing with each thrust and withdrawal. To my surprise I was moaning loudly. Each thrust eliciting “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” from me without my knowledge. He bent down and bit my nips, this time not lightly, I felt pain, but didn’t show it. My other breast was very badly getting molested by my mom’s hand.

He again bit them applying more pressure. “ Pleaaaase” I shouted. Probably he wanted to hear this. He held both my legs and went deep, almost crushing me beneath his weight. His rod crushing my clit. Some thing welled up inside. A series of pleasure waves broke through and came to surface shaking my body with them. All my muscles stiffened to trap the pleasure inside them. “Oh my godddddddddddddd” I cried aloud and stiffened. I realized it was the orgasm that I read. It was nothing like I read. Much more beautiful, I wanted it to last forever. He stopped. My orgasm reached the peak and I was clutching him hard. Slowly it ebbed and faded leaving me limp and weak and crumpled.

I opened my eyes and looked at him thankfully for the very wonderful experience. I forgot about my mother and my sister all the while. Nothing was there in my mind. Slowly I regained my control and looked around. The biggest penis was riding her non stop. My mother stopped screaming and she was in fact moaning. But this time her body seemed tired. It was passively receiving the thrusts. Her one hand was still molesting one of my soft breasts for support.

I turned and looked at my sister. What a shock it was to me. My sister was without her nighty. She was sucking the cock of the Mr. Singh She was doing it willfully. He was moaning.

The captain started his ride again. I gave up my body to him and passively received his thrusts. I wanted him to cum fast. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But it was not to be. He took a long time to cum. My body got bruised. When finally he came I was relieved. Meanwhile my mother had another orgasm again as predicted. He too came inside. I turned aside to sleep. But I was foolish. There was Mr. Singh waiting, immediately he got inside and fucked me like a mad buffalo. I screamed, moaned and finally came. Then they stopped for some time. They opened beer bottles and smoked. Everything was quiet for at list 3-4 hours. I think I dozed for a few hours too. Then I heard a shriek. I opened my eyes and tried to find from where the sound came. But I was unable to determine the source of the sound. Then I tuned my head and found my mom was lying beside me. I was surprised to see mom was laughing and chatting with the dark man while breast feeding Mr. Singh. I asked my mom about the shriek. She said something to me without looking at me. I asked her again. She turned her head and said “Sunil is doing your sister in the other room”. I asked what? Mom winked at me and using her fingers made me understood that she was getting screwed. Then she turned her head back to the black man and continued chatting with him while Mr. Singh was busy sucking her breast quietly.

(END)

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First time lover for my wife
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Stacy and I had been married for nine years and were very much in love. We have 2 children. Elder Stuart is 6 years old and little Emma is just 24 months old. I had always been secretly turned on by the thought of Stacy having sex with another guy but had not mentioned it to her as I did not think it was a subject that would impress her. I had once had a dream in which she had been mesmerized by a guy in a wedding party at a hotel and had wandered off with him to his room where he seduced her while I had been powerless to do anything about it.

Although feeling as if I had a belly full of butterflies I did feel incredibly horny but I don't remember feeling any jealousy.

While were making love one day Stacy said that it would be hot if I was kissing her as someone else fucked her, she later wondered why she had suggested it and hoped that I hadn't been offended. Offended? I'd felt incredibly horny, and I told her. This opened the door for further ideas and fantasies.


In the late nineties, Stacy and I began visiting a bar we hadn't been to very often; I didn't call very often as I used to be quite busy in the early evenings so Stacy began spending more of her time there on her own. Inevitably, a guy in the bar began to close in on her and talk to her about musical interests that they shared. The more she told me, the more the butterflies in my belly fluttered.

Stacy liked to keep in shape by swimming and visiting the gym; as a result she had and still has a lovely curvy shape which always turns heads. One evening a few months later, she come home several hours later than usual. I was not worried or annoyed by this, just curious. When she told me she'd been back to Stave's house I felt tingles of excitement course through my body.

Stave was the guy who had been hitting on her in the bar, there had been a few other guys who had been making an attempt to get to know her but Stave, being a musician had been the one who had lit her fire.

Back at Stave's and after a few beers and some soft romantic music she had begun to melt and they had kissed. At this point she felt she was being unfaithful to me and decided to leave. She didn't feel guilty, but she worried that although we had broached the subject of her kissing and fucking another guy, talking about and doing were two different things.

Stacy was greatly relieved when I kissed her and patted her ass after telling her I felt quite turned on by the fact that she had been kissing another guy, we undressed and made love on the floor, twice.

Stacy continued to call back to Stave's for a beer, some kissing and to listen to his music on a regular basis while I began to realize that I had a loving faithful wife who liked to flirt but no more.

The musical evenings at Stave's had been going on for some time when Stacy came home one night at around 1am. I was lying in bed and smiled at her as she began to undress, my heart nearly skipped a beat when she looked at me and said -

"How do you fancy spunking where someone else did twenty minutes ago?"

"Did you fuck him?" I asked her,

"Yup" she replied.

Stacy got on the bed with me and told me what had happened.