Adultery Some Short Stories... From Internet

[usaiha2]

A few months passed away and came November, my birthday month. 

A day before my birthday I got a call from Mala mam to come to her house in the afternoon as it was a Saturday. 

I reached at 1pm. When I entered, there were 4 more ladies seated, all middle aged like Mala mam, well dressed and looked from good families, all good looking and well developed. 

I was introduced to them as her best student who always stood first in class and sometimes even helped her with household work. 

The four ladies were kitty friends of Mala mam. The festivities started and food and drinks came, they all were having vodka and very quickly too. By 2:30 lunch was done and now the ladies were quiet high and the non veg jokes session started.

I could not understand most of the jokes as they were beyond my interpretation. 

Then the most embarrassing things happened that day to me, Mala mam came up to me and asked me to strip in front of the four other ladies. 

I was astonished and instantly denied it, she told me that if I didn’t do it then she would never let me fuck her. I thought for some time and thought that there was no harm in doing what Mala mam said. I agreed to Mala mam, I was then made to stand in front of the ladies who were laughing and giggling, Mala mam undid my trouser and then my underwear, my cock was already erect due to the atmosphere. All the ladies went silent when they saw my cock on them said

Aunty – “Mala, suck this little cock for us”

Mala mam instantly got down on her knee and started to suck my cock as she always did, there were cheers from the other women around and they were all lusting to suck my cock themselves. 

One of them cupped both her breasts and started to squeeze them and looking at me made erotic faces, I too responded back and stuck my tongue out as if I was licking her tits. She then got up removed the pallu of her saree and came near me and asked me to squeeze her breast. 

All the while Mala mam was working on my cock below. Wow, her breast was extremely soft, like cotton balls. I squeezed them hard and she moaned.

Then she told mala to step aside and she got down on her knees and started to suck.

As soon as she started the other women even got up and came near to us and was feeling my ass from behind and my chest and so on. They made me go mad, then I just let out a great cum and Mala mam instantly took my cock from the other lady;s hand and gobbled all the cum.

Aunty – “you whore mala, you have his cum eveytime, why didn’t you let us share it this time?”

Mala Mam – “if you want to have it then suck him again, he will server you ladies again”

Another aunty – “can we fuck him mala?”

Mala Mam – “no, no... no fucking with him, everything else, he is still a virgin and his cock has not tasted any pussy”

Aunty – “then I need his virgin cock, ritesh will you fuck me?”

Me – “If only Mala mam allows I will”

Finally after a lot of debate it was sorted that no fucking, but everything else. 


That afternoon I cummed a total of 3 times in 90 mins and was exhausted and exploited by these sex hungry women and they all said they will call me next time again for their kitty part and fuck me too. 


I smiled back at them and they left leaving me and mala mam alone.

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Mala Mam – “the first pussy you will ever fuck is of Neha, not even mine, do you get it”

I nodded and then got dressed and lay on the sofa.

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[usaiha2]

Next day was my birthday and the day I got the best present, Neha’s pussy. 

Yes people, I made love to Neha for the first time on my birthday and it was all coordinated by Mala Mam. Now let me tell you step by step detailed narration of the same.

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The next day, Sunday, was my birthday, in the morning my parents wished me and for breakfast a few of my close relatives dropped in too, I got a lot of presents and there was celebration in the air. 

Then I got a call from Neha and Mala mam and they too wished me. Mala mam even spoke to my mom and told her that she had kept a small party for me at her place with the other students in the evening, so I should go to her place at 4 pm. I was happy and was looking forward to my birthday celebration at Mala Mam’s place. 

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As I rang the bell, Mala mam opened the door, that day she was dressed in a full black chiffon saree, it was absolutely full black and to go with it a black low cut blouse, sleeveless and even backless, only a tight black string held the back. She had dbangd the saree in a very sensuous way revealing her assets to the best. Even her naval was total exposed. It was deep, very deep, seemed like a pussy without hair.

Mala Mam held me by my cock and pulled me inside and kissed me, it was a smooch, my first smooch with Mala mam, she has never been the deep smooching types and even till date I can count the number of times we have smooched. 

As we smooched she stuck out her saliva coated tongue for me to relish like a fruit. I sucked on it and then began to fight her tongue with mine, as the battle between out tongues was going on, I put my hands on my gigantic tits over her blouse and started to squeeze them. She just paused for a brief second only to unbutton her blouse and then we continued with our liplock. Now I had easier access to her tits which were waiting to be pressed and caressed.

We were having a great smooch; it was wet, erotic, long and extremely sensuous. Though Mala mam is a very average smoocher, but that smooch of her’s is one of the best I have ever experienced with a mature woman. I inserted my hands in her blouse and started to pinch her nipples and within this time she too made inways for my cock and held the boner in her hand squeezing it with all force and giving me pain. 

We carried on the smooch for 5 mins only and then rushed to her room where we both stripped and hugged each other and rolled on the bed for a long time, my cock was oozing pre cum and other liquids which she licked clean. Mala mam had shaved off the hair around her pussy and once again it was shining bright. I got down and started to lick her; I inserted my fingers in and was working my way to execute an orgasm for her.

She loved it and her moans confirmed that.

Mala Mam – “ohhhh... yes... lick it clean... eat it all... don’t stop.. please don’t,, I am about to, just go on you son of a bitch.......lick me like a cheap whore”

I was around with all that and became more aggressive

Mala Mam – “oh you motherfucker, yess.. yess... yes....” with that she thrusted my head more in her pussy and all I could see and smell was her pussy and that was the time she climaxed too.

Her moans now faced off and she was on her bed with her legs spread out and arched up and my face on her pussy. My face was fully wet with her juices, as I got up to clean my face she held me and hugged me, at that time my cock got placed exactly at the entrance of her pussy. 

I realized that and so did Mala mam. I instantly pushed a little and the tip on my cock was not in her pussy

Mala Mam – “not me ritesh, I have told you before, don’t push further”

I realised my mistake and withdrew, it was a moment of pleasure and I thought I was successful in going in a pussy. But more waited for me that day

Mala Mam – “clean and get dressed, Neha will be here soon”

I quickly got up and cleaned and got dressed and even Mala mam got back in her sexy attire. 

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I sat in the living area and was watching tv when Neha entered, she was in her normal jeans and t shirt and she hugged and greeted me and then kissed me too. Mala mam was around she was smiling all the while. 
Then Mala mam called Neha in her room and told me to wait for sometime. As I waited I looked at the clock, it had already been 15 mins since I was waiting outside. I knocked on the bedroom door and Mala mam said 

Mala Mam – “WAIT”

Me – “What is going on in there?”

Mala Mam – “WAIT”

I didn’t say anything after that and just stood outside the door. 

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The door opened after another 5 mins and mala mam came out and closed the door behind her.

Mala Mam – “you can go in today and take your birthday present, it is with neha”

Me – “thats great, thank you mam”

Mala Mam – “be careful and enjoy”

Me – “careful? Enjoy?” what is this present I thought to myself

Mala Mam – “yes sweetheart, go in and you will see”

Then she opened the door and I entered, the room had been perfumed with room freshener and it was lavender in the air. I looked around the room but could not see anyone. I looked around again and still no one was there. I then walked towards the bathroom and opened the door. Neha stood there with her hair undone and looking directely at me, slight makeup was done to highlight her seet looking face and sharp features. She was in a gown, covered from head to toe. 

Then she slowly walked towards me and hugged me tight and wished me once again

As she hugged me I could feel her tits pressing against my chest. She surely was bare underneath and smelled great. 

Neha then inserted one of her fingers in her mouth and then taking it out bought it to my lips. I instantly licked it and sucked it too. She then repeated that 3 more times and then holding my hand took me to the bed and told me to sit down.

She disappeared for a few seconds and reappeared from the bathroom with a red cloth which she blindfolded me with.

Me – “Neha, what are you doing”

Neha – “wait, you have to have patience”

Me – “am not liking this blindfold”

Neha – “1 min darling and then I will open it”

I didn’t agrue further, she had tied it more or less properly but I could faintly make out from one corner what was going on. I got a glimpse of Neha opening her gown, thats all I could see. 

A minute passed and she undid my blindfold. 

There was Neha standing in a very sexy see through lingerie. Making her look extremely sexy and on flat milky shining tummy she wrote with lipstick “Your Present”. 

Wow! I thought to myself and my little jhonny started to get excited too and was not wanting to explore the present. I pulled her towards me and we got in a liplock, as we always did, today was no exception, but today there was more passion from her side, seemed she was on fire and wanted the fire to ignite in me too. She was successful in doing that and within a min I was too raging with fire. My cock was as it is desperate after the small stint I had with Mala mam and I had not cummed after that.

Neha – “we just have 20 mins ritesh and this 20 mins will be ours, I am going to make you mine today”

Saying that we resumed our kiss only to be disturbed by Mala Mam

Mala Mam – “Kids, you have another 15 mins before everyone else comes”

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Neha and I looked at each other and realised that we had been smooching for 5 mins, she quickly stripped me bare and held my cock in her warm hands. By now my cock was used to being held by females and following their commands. 

Then she instructed me to strip her bare also. Within seconds we were standing naked in front of each other for the first time. My cock saluting her beauty and youth and throbbing for a fuck as it always did. 
She walked towards the door and knocked on it, in came Mala mam. I was not expecting that at all.

Mala Mam – “now I will instruct you further on how be to true lovers”

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For the first time I was feeling shy being naked in front of Mala mam because of the presence of Neha I guess. Neha didn’t know that Mala mam and I too shared a physical relation cause we had never spoken of it and nor had Mala mam and I even done anything in front of her. 

But I guess she had hints about it, but didn’t know the extent of our physical closeness, which uptil now was more than what I share with her. Mala mam explained and instructed very properly and carefully and within a minute Neha was on the bed with her legs spread apart and me over her with my cock at the entrance of her vagina.

Mala mam then said me to slowly enter the love tunnel and to go slow and not to hurt Neha, saying that she left us love birds in the room. Now I felt something like adam and eve, left to discover the rest on our own. Neha had closed her eyes and said

Neha – “now the time had come for us to be true lovers, I love you ritesh”

Me – “Yes, neha, today I make you mine, I love you too”

It was the first time we spoke the 3 magic words, and with that I slowly proceeded towards my first fuck. I slowly entered the virgin hole which I would fuck for the rest of my life. It was tight, amazingly fresh and the best I ever had or will have. With Neha it has always been love and with ever other woman it was pure lust and thus we both lost our virginity to each other that evening, all thanks to Mala mam.

As I entered, she became tighter and she was moaning in pain and pleasure. Her facial expressions conveyed love, lust, want, pleasure and pain. All together that one rarely experiences. With every little thrust I was entering her more and her nails were eating in my flesh as I went in deeper. 

Later I realised that she had bruised my back badly and till date the faint marks of our first love session are engraved on my back. I became confident after most of my cock had entered her pussy, from what mala mam explained I knew what to do next. I started to move slowly, with every stroke Neha matched her moans perfectly like a pro and her grip on my back became tighter.

Love was in the air and we were lost in it, 5 mins more to go is what we heard from Mala mam. 

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Both of us knew we were building up and Neha instructed me to cum outside. I made her have an amazing free flowing orgasm and then instantly pulled out and spilled a massive cum load all over her stomach, tits and little bit on her face too. We both sighed and I lay beside her. 

We knew he had just a couple of mins more. So we quickly went to the bathroom, as we walked towards the bathroom together we realised we had just submitted ourselves to each other and our relationship was now that of true lovers. Neha was limping a little as her pussy ached, I had not been rough on her and thus she could walk with a little limp. 

Both of us cleaned up and got dressed and got in the drawing room just in time. As we sat on the chairs the other 2 students also came in and greeted me. 

Mala Mam had arranged a nice chocolate cake with candles, I cut that and then we had a lovely meal consisting for a few snacks and cake and cold drinks. 

The other 2 students left soon leaving the 3 of us. 

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Mala mam then gifted me a small box and told me to open it, it contained a pack of 10 condoms.

Mala Mam – “from next time use this, it will be better for both of you, and yes, both of you enjoy with each other only under my supervision and with my consent, don’t make it a regular habit”


We nodded and then got a hug from Mala mam and we too left holding hands, I dropped Neha to her place and then went home. 

All the way we were just looking and each other and smiling, even when I got home I was in a different world altogether. 

[usaiha2]

Suddenly I started to feel as if I had so many responsibilities, I don’t know why I got that feeling. 

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Anyways, it was just great and things became normal from the very next day, college and tuitions. 

On Wednesday I was ordered by Mala mam to go to her place early. 

When I reached, Mala mam was running high temperature and was shivering. She told me it came all of a sudden. 

I quickly called Neha over too and we helped Mam with medicines and her food. 

Then Mala mam told us to inform the maid Joya to come also, we did that and left that evening from Mala mam’s place to get back to our homes. 

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I became a lil sad as I was not expecting to get the pussy of Mala mam too. 

After having popped the cherry of Neha, my lust for Mala mam had increased. 


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Another week went by and Mala mam was still unwell. 

Her mother flew down from New Delhi and stayed with her and soon she recovered and was taking her normal tuitions, but her mother was still there with her and thus there was no activity for me with Neha and not even with Mala Mam. 

I was getting frustrated and Neha and Mala mam were even getting very eager for a session again.

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Almost a month had passed since my birthday and the winters had set in, my parents were off to a holiday trip and I stayed back making excuse of cricket tournament. 

Again I was alone and I wanted to capitalise this time as much as possible with Mala mam and specially Neha. How I finished the box of condoms in the next 5 days is what I will tell you some other time. 

It was a mix of pain and pleasure, new revelations and shock and totally unexpected turn of events. But overall something that we all enjoyed and just dream of experiencing at least once in our life time.

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I have been very fortunate to have had Mala Mam and Neha so early in my life, even though Neha and I were exposed to sex so early in life, Mala mam handled us very well and made it a point that it didn’t affect our careers. 

All three of us enjoyed many other partners but always even today after so many years go back to Mala mam and Neha.



THE END ?? 

[usaiha2]

[usaiha2]

Erotic Life

This is Ishitha, and I am a married housewife for 3 years. Till now, every part of my life has been an awesome experience. Even before marriage, with the amount of freedom I got from my parents, I have not experienced such erotic moments.

So to give some background, I belong to a very rich family. My father is into textile business and also has a chain of restaurants and pubs. In my teens, I realized my father was very busy and did not have time to take care of me so much. 

Also, my mom was the party types - she was always busy with her 'Ladies group' at her club and was always busy with hosting parties etc. Not that she ignored me, but it all resulted in me getting a lot of freedom all the time. My parents never really bothered to ask me why I was late to come home or anything - and I always enjoyed that. As soon I turned 18 and enrolled in a college in Mumbai, I realized what the freedom had done to me.

I was never really interested in studies, but I was a lot into fashion and modeling. I also did a couple of ads that were advertised on TV channels. Well, I wouldn't mind telling you guys that I was quite a slut in college - not as much as you read about the sluts here, but yeah, I was one. In quite a few guys' words, I was pretty hot and good looking too, so I had a way around most of the things I did not want to do.

I also didn't mind being a source of enjoyment for guys. I mean, I of course did not want them to know I was easy to get, but I did not mind giving the edge to the guys I liked. As such, I always had around 3-4 guys who would do anything for me - except that I always agreed to go with them on tours as and when they wished. Frankly, everyone knew I was quite the slut - even the college professors I believe. But since there was no real problem I was creating and also because everyone wanted to take me to bed, nobody really considered it an issue.

I used to frequently go on tours with guys' groups, sometimes as the only girl among 6-7 guys, but I knew there wasn't going to be any issue. Truth be told, I loved to be the only girl for so many guys and the way they tried to seek my attention to get a chance to screw me was so cute!

Anyway, that's some background about my college days. I hardly studied and once I started modelling, I would enroll myself in every modelling fair in the city. Life was real fun during college!

And it was not like my parents had no idea about all my adventures, but I figured they just didn't mind it much. But as soon as I passed out of college, I guess my dad wanted to put an end to me being a slut and wanted to marry me off. Well, I did feel bad that I was not going to enjoy the life I wanted (didn't know back then that married life has an erotic thrill of its own), but settled for it as I did not want to disrespect my parents.

So my dad had a childhood friend called Mohanlal. They studied in the same college and college apparently and were very good friends. Our friends were not family friends per se as they lived in Calcutta and we in Mumbai, but my dad and Mohanlal uncle always kept in touch. They used to frequent each others houses and share a couple of drinks reminiscing their college and college days!

Mohanlal uncle had come to our home quite a few times, and he always treated me like his daughter. He was very polite and kind. He was not as rich as us, because his business had got a severe blow 5 years back, but still they belonged to the middle-class.

Apparently, Mohanlal had just one wish. He wanted to make me his 'bahu'. When my dad broke me this piece of news, I was a little apprehensive because I did not even know who their son was and what he was doing. My father however was adamant that I married him, or rather Mohanlal's son, end of story. I too saw the lad's photo, and he wasn't all that bad either, just that I hadn't met him before and that was going to be weird. Anyway, I went ahead, met him once at a coffee shop. I was quite impressed with his quick wit and humor. He was tall and handsome and carried quite the manly build with him. On our first meeting itself, we discussed quite a few things and I gave the green signal to my dad. The marriage date was fixed, and bam, I was married! 

We were on the way to honeymoon to Switzerland, and damn was I excited. My hubby was the most interesting man I met, I felt. As soon as we were away in our own private cab to the airport, I hugged him and he gave me a gentle kiss on my lips - it was really romantic. The next few words though kinda blew my mind!

Vivek: Ishitha, I want to tell you something

Me: Go ahead darling

Vivek: I want to let you know that I have not been in a relationship till now. It's just that with dad and mom always keeping an eye on me, I haven't been able to get hold of a girl. As such, I have had all my horny fantasies to myself and never got a girl to execute them on anyone.

Me: Oh ok, so what?

Vivek: So I just want to let you know that I am really the luckiest man to find such a sexy wife like you, and I want to let you know that I am going to fuck you like a whore everyday of our married life till we get old. I hope you are ok with it!

Frankly, that came as a shock to me. I agree, a newly married man has all sorts of perverted fantasies and ideas of what he wants to do to his wife, but this was kinda unexpected for me. But, I was fine with it. I mean, c'mon I loved to get screwed too.

Me: Ok honey, I am all yours. Don't worry about anything, and I hope I can satisfy all your fantasies.

Vivek: Great, I love you Ishitha. I just want to strip you naked here itself and fuck you like a bitch!

With that he gave a hard slap on my boobs and gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips biting them at will. Things were starting to take off, I thought!

I also told him then that I was not a virgin and that I had had sex with quite a few guys before marriage.

Vivek: I know, I enquired about you, and people tell me you are quite the slut. That's why I immediately agreed to marry you!

Wow, now that was something! This man was quite the pervert, and I loved it. I was looking forward to all the things that he was going to do to me. Man, I was sure I was going to love my married life!

[usaiha2]

Ok, so the accounts in this thread are not going to be those of how roughly my perverted hubby fucks me day and night everyday, at least it's not the main intention of the thread. So, I am going to exclude how my hubby destroyed me every single day of our honeymoon leaving time for just food and daily chores. I am going to go a few steps ahead and introduce the main character - Ramu.

So, Ramu was the maid's younger brother who worked at Vivek's place and continues to do so. She used to help Vivek's mom with the daily household work. So my mother in law was adamant that we took Ramu with us to the new house, as she believed that a wife's only duty was to keep the husband satisfied and not getting hung up with the daily household work. Well, I did not mind that at all of course, and immediately agreed to the proposal. I initially had my inhibitions of having a male servant around me all the time and I felt I was not going to be comfortable.

What if I really missed my hubby while he was at office and wanted to watch some porn and finger-fuck myself? That was not so easy with the servant constantly keeping an eye on the memsaahib. And c'mon, I know these young lads - they would always be watching out for that 'housewife wardrobe malfunction' as I call it. I have to be always careful with the clothes I wear making sure I do not show off my cleavage or my navel and always come out of bathroom wearing a robe. Well, that sucked. Also, how would Vivek and me comfortably have sex? I did think about a lot of these, but I gave in finally. I could always talk to Vivek and he would take care of things in case they didn't work out for me. At that moment, I never knew how wonderfully erotic my life will be with Ramu living with us!

So as soon as we moved into our new house (which my father had given to us as a gift), we asked my mother in law to send Ramu to us. He was 20 years old and was quite tall for his age. It was a sunday when he arrived and Vivek had gone to pick him up from the railway station.

Ramu came and greeted me, "Pranaam bhabhi". I too welcomed him to our home, which was going to be his too.

We sat down for a cup of coffee, which Ramu himself prepared and Vivek and Ramu discussed a few things back home, which I wasn't really concerned with but pretended to pay attention anyway.

Finally, when the time came, Vivek said, "Chal Ramu bata, teri bhabhi kaisi hai?"

I was kinda surprised by that, Vivek asking a low class servant guy how I looked. Ramu shyly gave me a look as I was sitting on the couch and replied to Vivek: "Achhi hai bhayya bhabhi, aap bhut kismat vale ho".

Hearing those words from Ramu made me blush a little, but still, I wasn't sure where Vivek wanted this conversation to go. He continued, "Abey barabar bata, ek dum maal hai na bhabhi?".

I was shocked with Vivek's words! I mean, what was he trying to do? I learnt that he was perverted given all the things he did to me during our honeymoon, but this was new. He was asking a cheap laborer to rate his wife, asking him if I was a "maal".

Ramu too seemed a little shocked but what's he got to lose? My husband himself was giving him the edge! He said with discomfort, "Haan Vivek bhayya, bahut".

Vivek still didn't seem to be satisfied, but I guess he just cut it at that.

"Achha theek hai, chalo abhi tum thoda rest le lo. Bhabhi aur hum andar chalte hai bedroom me. Do ghante baad tum ko bulata hu, khana ready kar lo tab, tab tak uss kamre me darwaaza band kar ke so jao".

I knew Vivek wanted to take me inside to fuck me. It was just 9 in the morning and he had already fucked me all day yesterday till about 4 AM in the morning, and he wanted to fuck me again now! Well, I surely liked it, but I was still confused about his intentions of asking Ramu how hot I was.

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So as soon as we bid good bye to Ramu and locked ourselves in the bedroom, Vivek started removing my saree. I asked him, "Ok, what was that? Why did you ask Ramu how hot I looked to him?". Truth be told, I was kinda liked it that a servant boy was openly declaring I was a "maal", and that too after being asked by my own hubby. This was some new erotica I was experiencing.

Vivek said, "Darling I know it was kinda unexpected, but all along, it has been fantasy to show my sexy wife to all kinds of guys and see them looking at her deliciously with pure lust. I know Ramu isn't just the right candidate yet, but give him some time!"

I was kinda amazed about the idea and the level of perverted nature my hubby had, but I kinda liked it too. I mean, that was damn hot!

I said, "Well, it didn't seem to me like so, Ramu was still looking me from eye to toe to give you the correct answer", blushing like crazy!

Vivek: I really want him to be open. I love the idea of low class guys trying to gauge your sizes and ascertain how hot you are. It seriously turns me on, and that's the reason you are here again. Babe, are you going to get your pussy torn today!


Saying that, he removed my panty, the only article on my body and proceeded to fuck me hard. 

Truth be told, I was also quite aroused even with such a tiny episode, but I knew that was just the start. I was sure my hubby was going to do that a lot more going forward. 


Vivek fucked me for like an hour or so, making me orgasm twice in the process. He fucked me so hard that I had to put a cloth in my mouth so that I did not scream loudly. 

After the hot session of intense sex, we both drifted to sleep with Vivek's hands tightly wrapped around my boobs. It was amazing how horny he was for me, he never needed me to suck him to get him hard ever though I still did it all the time as we both loved it.

[usaiha2]

After about 3 hours I woke up to see that hubby was out of bed and the bedroom door was still closed. My pussy was still moist, but the reason mostly is that my hubby must have licked it smooth after getting up, he always loved doing that to my pussy.


It was already 12:30, so I wore my saree again and came out of the bedroom. My pussy was aching badly due to all the hardcore fucking my hubby had been giving me since our marriage. It was pain, but it damn sure was sweet.
I then came out of the bedroom to see Vivek and Ramu were watching TV talking to each other. Vivek was sitting on the couch while Ramu was sitting on the floor just beside his feet. It seemed that they were again talking things going on at Vivek's home, I guess Ramu was already well-known to Vivek from a long time. As soon as they saw me come into the hall, Vivek said, "Hi darling, how was your sleep? Did you enjoy everything that happened in the bedroom?" Ramu was right there and there was enough hint in Vivek's words for Ramu to understand that I he fucked me in the bedroom. 

I was beginning to really like this now. I realized that my cheeks became red, and I blushed like crazy. I looked at Ramu and the look on his face seemed like he clearly understood the fact that I was fucked like a whore by Vivek in the bedroom. I just hoped didn't bluntly break it to Ramu that he fucked his sexy wife in bed. As I came over, Ramu moved a little to the other side on the floor, so that I could sit beside Vivek. I was still feeling sleepy and tired after all the things Vivek had done to me. So I just sat beside Vivek and rested my head on his shoulder while the two guys watched TV for some more time. I wanted to actually buy some lingerie for myself from a long time. 

I had a few pairs that I could still use, but then I wanted to buy some new ones too. When I told Vivek that a few days back, he said he had always wanted to see his wife wear some sexy and raunchy lingerie, like g-strings and stuff. So he said he would take me for shopping some weekend so that he could also come with me and choose some naughty pairs of bra and panty. Well, now seemed the right time for it. It was a weekend and I also hadn't been to the beach in Mumbai. So then, as soon as I got the idea, I whispered about my plan in Vivek's ear. Vivek was immediately excited about the thought of seeing me in some skimpy and sexy lingerie. He said, "Oh shit, I completely forgot about, we should obviously go now and get some!". He then said to Ramu, "Ramu, serve lunch now. Bhabhi and me will go out to see the beach and buy some clothes for her. 

We will be back at around 8 PM. You can prepare dinner after we are back". Ramu nodded in acceptance and set off to serve the lunch on the dining table. We then sat for lunch while Ramu served us. I asked him, "Why aren't you eating with us Ramu?". He said, "It's ok bhabhi, I will eat after you finish. I won't be able to serve you properly if I eat along with you". I smiled at Ramu for his earnestness and felt compassionate for him. We then watched TV for a little more time, while Ramu completed his lunch. Vivek took the opportunity of Ramu not sitting near us to get under my saree and pinch my nipples over the blouse. Since I was not wearing a bra underneath, he could comfortably get my tits between his fingers, and needless to say with his erotic touch, they began to get stiff and became pointed in no time. He then pinched my nipples so hard and rough, that I had to control my urge to squeal loudly with pain and delight lest Ramu gets to know what Vivek was doing to me. 

I slapped Vivek playfully and asked him to do all such things only in the bedroom when we were alone. Vivek said, "How can it be possible? I just feel like ripping your blouse off, and banging you right here!" I was now getting used to how extremely horny my hubby was for me, and I was loving it. There were instances even before marriage when my boyfriends were so horny for me, but this is even closer to my heart. I was loving the attention I was getting from Vivek - every bit of it. Anyway, we quickly changed into appropriate attires and got ready to leave. Upon Vivek's suggestion, I changed into a tight low waist jeans and a cyan colored top. 

The top was actually gifted to me by Vivek after we met for the first time. I remember him mentioning after the marriage, that he had correctly assessed the size of my assets the first time we met and bought this top so that it was slightly small in size for me and clearly highlighted the shape of my boobs and waist, and he was right. The top was pretty tight, and short. It hardly reached below my navel and with the low waist jeans that Vivek suggested, a major portion of my waist was showing. If I ever raised my hands, the top would go considerably above my navel, and if I sat down, I expected the jeans to go down so much probably even showing my ass crack a little. As soon as I wore it, Vivek was delighted looking at my dress. He said, "Wow! the top and the low-waist jeans look like they are made for each other Ish!". 

I smiled at him and blushed at his words. We then came out of the bedroom. Ramu saw me and the expression on his face was so amusing to me! He was clearly mesmerized by my dress. The area of my waist starting just below the navel down until almost where my pussy hair started, all of it was visible, and boy did he love it! He just kept staring at me shamelessly even with me looking at him. Vivek too realized that Ramu was lusting at my dress and my exposed waist and I know he loved it. It is fantasy that such guys started at me with pure lust! He said to Ramu, "Ok Ramu, we'll get going, see you at 8", and off we went to the beach. As we sat in the car, I realized that I was getting a good erotic kick out of Ramu's presence. Somehow the thought of me being an object of pleasure to a low-class servant lad was pretty hot. 

Even though I had much more wilder experiences like being fucked by more than 1 guy at once, I hadn't had such an experience till now. Probably the novelty factor of the whole thing was making me so hot, I didn't know but I liked the feeling so much! Vivek and me spent a long time at the beach talking about everything, enjoying the cool breeze. I was really happy with my married life so far, and wished that it would be the same for years to come. I never really imagined that I would get a hubby who was so perverted and horny for me constantly and one who could keep me so well satisfied in bed. Added to that, the erotic quotient added by Ramu was incredible. 

I was beginning to enjoy life after marriage more than I ever expected. While at the beach too, I could see that I had all kinds of men's gaze on me. It was not surprising to me though, and that was the whole intent of wearing that top and low-waist jeans. A strange excitement was passing through my pussy as it continuously leaked juices. I loved the fact that I was causing men to repeatedly turn back and look at me and my exposed waist. Not to mention that my ass-crack was also slightly visible when me and Vivek sat down on the sand. Then, after a couple of hours, we left the beach and went to one of the best malls in Mumbai. It was a very big mall, one that I had visited only once. As we entered the mall, Vivek said, "Honey, please give me the freedom of choosing your bra and panty. 

I assure you I will choose the sluttiest pairs of lingerie for you!". I said, "Of course honey, you have all the freedom you want. I am all yours, go ahead!". I loved being a complete property of Vivek, and that was one of the best aspects of married life. Somehow, you always want to give in to whatever dirty/naughty/nasty thing your hubby wants to do to you! We went inside the shop of one of the best lingerie accessory brands. Surprisingly Vivek had quite some knowledge about female lingerie. He also clearly had an idea of what he wanted me to wear. Without asking me anything, he straightaway went to the counter and asked the female attendant all the kinds of lingerie he wanted me to wear. Particularly, he was very excited at the thought of me wearing a g-string and nipple pasties, and man were they hot, seriously! 

Vivek took his time in choosing the sexiest g-strings. Eventually, he narrowed them down to 3 models. In all of them only a thin string ran at the back, they were only different in the way they covered the front. By the looks of it, it was clear that the string at the back would eventually just hide itself in the ass-crack, at least for me given my huge ass, it was literally that thin. It seemed like I was going to look like I was not wearing anything if seen from behind. I liked how slutty they looked, and was eager to try it out asap. As for the three varieties, one of them had a big enough covering near the pussy. It managed to cover its entirety. 

The second one was different in that it was pulled down near the pussy such that it only covered half of it. It was indeed looking quite fabulous. Vivek suggested that since he liked me to keep my pussy hair on, it would look even more erotic as the g-string would show quite a bit of my pussy hair but at the same time, hide the vagina. I couldn't disagree with him at all! But clearly, the third one was the highlight. This particular g-string didn't seem like a panty at all. It seemed like a tiny bit of elastic that was just going to run over the length of my vagina. It was indeed just a string. Basically, it did not cover the pussy a tiny bit, and just showed it all! Vivek bought 2 g-strings of each type. I could notice that he was delighted about the thought of me wearing it and posing for him. 

I actually forgot to mention, Vivek was quite interested in photography. So, I was sure he had some naughty things in mind once we get back home! Next came the bra. Well, not exactly a bra, Vivek thought I had enough of them. So what he wanted to buy were pasties (google it for images). So they were these really tiny bits of fabric that would cover just my tits which come in all shapes and sizes. Vivek obviously knew the size of tits, so he comfortably asked the lady attendant to show them various models. Among all of them, he choose 4 pasties, two circular in shape with one which had frills hanging from it, 1 star and the fourth one a butterfly. Man, looking at them I was eager to try them out there itself. 

They looked spectacularly sexy, that's all I can say the least.
The attendant packed all of them in regular boxes and put them into a cover, we paid the bill and left the mall to ride back home.

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While we were in the car, Vivek said "Ish, I want to see you in those g-strings and pasties immediately after we get back home. I want to click pictures of you as you pose infront of the camera, it's going to be awesome baby!". Well, I knew that was coming. "Sure darling, I knew you had something like that in mind. Get ready for a hot session of modelling in lingerie by the famous Ishitha. You will probably cum without even touching me today", I said naughtily. Vivek playfully slapped me on my boobs with his left hand and slightly pinched my nipples. I let out a slight moan of pain and pleasure! When we reached home, Ramu was sitting on the floor watching TV. 


I realized the poor kid didn't have much to kill time except for the TV. I was kinda feeling bad for him, poor lad. Vivek carried the cover containing the g-strings and pasties and what he did next was quite unexpected for me! He just turned the cover upside down so that the boxes just fell on the couch. All the boxes had pictures of the respective g-string or pasties tried on by a foreign model. I then understood Vivek's intention. He wanted to indirectly tell Ramu that we had gone shopping to buy some sexy lingerie for me. I did not what Vivek's exact intention in doing that was, but I was sure he had more to it, and I just wanted to play along. As we sat on the couch, I could see that Ramu was staring at the lingerie boxes. It was obvious that he knew they were for me. 

I also thought he knew what exactly was in those boxes given the pictures on them. I pretended as if I was just watching TV, but was actually observing the expressions on Ramu's face. He alternated his gaze quite a few times between me and the lingerie boxes trying to ascertain if they in fact contained what they seemed. It seemed like he was pretty intrigued by the amount of skin that was showing off in the g-strings and pasties. I was sure he was secretly fantasizing me in those sexy exposing g-string and pasties. Man, this was getting wild. Vivek too noticed Ramu looking intently at them. We both shared a smile as our observations of Ramu coincided at once. We watched TV for sometime, while Ramu evidently found it difficult to control his urge to look at the boxes. In fact, it was quite difficult for myself to resist taking a look at those gorgeous boobs and ass of those models on the boxes, I could clearly understand Ramu's discomfort. 

After half hour, when the time was around 8 PM, Vivek said "Ramu, please do a help for me. Take these boxes and put them on the bed in the bedroom". Ramu seemingly excited, took the boxes and proceeded to put them in the bedroom. Finally he got the chance to look at the boxes up close. Vivek then said to me, "Come inside Ish, I want you try out those g-strings and pasties and pose for me!". Saying that, he took me inside. Ramu was still there carefully observing the models on the box. As soon as we entered, he immediately dropped them on the bed, scared of being rebuked for being disobedient! It was so damn cute! As he was leaving the room, Vivek said, "Ramu, one more help. In the other room, get my SLR camera and my laptop". 

Ramu said, "Ok bhayya" and went to get them. I was beginning to now like all this a lot! I knew Vivek was purposely doing all this to let Ramu know what he was going to do with me inside the bedroom. He wanted Ramu to know that I was going to wear those hardly-covering-anything g-strings and pasties and Vivek was going to click photos and videos of me while I was in them. It was certainly quite erotic! As Ramu came back with the camera and the laptop, Vivek said, "Ramu listen, I will close the bedroom door. Do not disturb us, I will call out to you. Till then, you can start preparing dinner". Ramu nodded to that, while extending his look to me sitting on the bed. He seemed to have got the gist of it all, and I could make out he was intrigued! For the next half-hour, Vivek made me try out all the g-strings and pasties in every possible combination, making me do all kinds of erotic and vulgar poses. 

I loved every bit of it, and at the end of the session, I begged him to give me a good hard pounding, but he said "Just wait Ishitha, I am going to give you a marathon session in the night. Buck up, I am going to ravage on your pussy tonight!". Well, that shut me up, but not my urge to get fucked like a whore. I was so hungry for sex right then, but somehow managed to wait till the night! I wore the saree that I was wearing since morning and Vivek wore a fresh pair of night clothes. We came out when Ramu had already prepared the dinner. He had a distinct expression on his face, as if hinting to me that he knows what was going on inside. I loved that feeling, the feeling of rejoicing in the fact that a low class servant knows how I was used by my hubby. It was too erotic! We then had our dinner, again just Vivek and me. Vivek said, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so we better go to bed early", winking at me. I knew he was waiting to fuck me and so was I. I too winked back at Vivek, suggesting that I was waiting for it to start too! 

We then spent some time watching the TV, while Ramu ate his dinner. We always waited for Ramu to finish his lunch/dinner to get back to our bedroom to have sex, I dunno why... After a while when Ramu finished his dinner and joined us in the hallway, Vivek asked me if I was ready? I said, hell yeah, for obvious reasons. "Ramu, me and bhabhi will go into the bedroom now. You can watch TV for sometime, but make sure you go to bed early as you need to prepare breakfast for me tomorrow early morning", said Vivek. "Ok bhaiyya, I will watch TV for an hour or so and then go to sleep", Ramu said. Vivek said, "Ok", and he and me proceeded to the bedroom. Just when Vivek was almost done closing the door, I started removing my saree. Vivek called out to me and said, "Wait Ish, not yet. Just take my lead and do what I say". He then opened the bedroom door partially and asked me to stand behind it. Saying that, he called out to Ramu, "Ramu, come here once". 

Ramu came up to him and said, "What happened bhaiyya?". "Arre do one thing. Bhabhi ji will give you her clothes that she is wearing right now, you take them and wash them and hang them in the balcony so that they dry up by morning. Ok?", said Vivek. It was interesting. What did Vivek have in mind I thought. He then whispered to me, "Stand behind the door and remove all your clothes, one by one". Since I was already pretty horny and craving for sex, I wanted to go ahead with it! It was really turning me on! So I removed my saree, leaving the blouse, bra, lehenga and the panty on me. I gave it Vivek. Vivek passed it on to Ramu saying, "Take this, and wait. 

Bhabhi is removing the other clothes also". I could not see Ramu right then, but according to my hubby's narration of the whole thing, he was pretty excited with what was happening. Next, I removed by blouse and gave it to Vivek who passed it on to Ramu. Then my lehenga, now I was only in a bra and a panty. Vivek whispered to me, "Ok, remove the bra and panty too, I will give them to Ramu". I was so turned on and was really impressed with Vivek's sense of perversion. He wanted Ramu to know that I was getting completely naked for the night with just a door obstructing his view of my naked ripe body. It was so hot for me! I then removed by bra and Vivek passed it on to Ramu. 

Clearly, he was spellbound and turned on. Finally, I removed my panty thus becoming completely naked for the night. My hubby was going to fuck me hard, but that was another thing altogether. I was more turned on with the fact that a low class servant boy was standing on the other side of the door waiting for me to get naked and take all my clothes including my bra and panty to wash them. It was so damn hot for me! Vivek passed on the final piece of clothing that was removed from my body and gave it to Ramu. Ramu was clearly on cloud 9 getting a chance to touch the things that covered the most private parts of his memsaahib.

[usaiha2]

Vivek then said, "Achha listen, everyday, before me and bhabhi go to sleep, bhabhi will remove all her clothes. It's your responsibility to take them from me like you did today, wash all of them and dry them in the balcony, understand?". 


Ramu was obviously feeling privileged and extremely lucky to get the chance to do so. He nodded with enthusiasm and said, "Ok bhaiya, I will do it". As he was about to leave, Vivek called out to Ramu again and said, "Hey Ramu, one more thing. Bhabhi will sleep very late tonight and she will sleep till late in the morning. I don't want you to disturb her in the morning, Ok?". I am sure Ramu could clearly understand the intention behind those words and Vivek was doing this so perfectly. I was seriously getting turned on now, and waited for him to close the door to fuck me like a whore. Ramu said, "Ok bhayya, I won't disturb bhabhi ji". Saying that he left, and Vivek closed the door. We shared a smile that indicated a sense of erotica. Vivek said, "Now you are all mine, sorry if I tear your pussy!" Saying that, he pushed me on to the bed, removed his trouser and started pounding me. He again put the cloth in my mouth in the starting itself, so that I wouldn't scream loudly, while he fucked me crazy. He fucked me devilishly, so much so that tears started flowing out of my eyes, due to all the pain and pleasure. He was fucking me so well. 

After about 2 hours of rough penetration, he was ready to cum for his 3rd time in the session. He had already made me cum once and I was sure to cum once more. Man, it was just too good! Finally, after we were done, Vivek wore his trouser back, while I just slept naked.
He tightly hugged me with his hands wrapped around my boobs and we dozed off to sleep. I remember how satisfied I was while drifting to sleep. The erotica that happened throughout the day, even though it was not much, brought a great sense of excitement in me. I wanted Vivek to take it further and wanted to see how it would turn out. Vivek of course loved it, and he fucked me harder this time, even than before. He was normally very horny and wanted to fuck me all the time, but this time, I could see he was even more turned on. Surely, the whole episode with Ramu was adding to his libido. I drifted to sleep, quietly reminiscing the pleasure that Vivek gave to me while fucking me like I was his whore.
Since we had slept very late because of the hardcore and intense sex, I was bound to wake up late in the morning. I did not even know when Vivek had left for work. As I got up, I looked up the time and it was already 10 AM, I hardly ever slept till 8 AM in the morning before marriage, but now sleeping till late in the morning was usual for me, because of all the rough things Vivek used to do to me in the night. As I just slept there in bed, my started to inadvertently wander into the love-making sessions after marriage. 

It was so damn good to be wanted so much by a man and to feel that I belonged to him completely granting him the permission to do anything and everything to me. I was just loving it. As I thought about it, I began to think about the erotica that had set into my life with what happened yesterday. The whole incident of me getting naked while Ramu just waiting behind the door to collect all my clothes including my innerwear, knowing that I was going to sleep naked and be an object of pleasure for the night for my hubby was just super HOT! I was beginning to get moist again thinking about all of it. Since I was naked on the bed, my fingers automatically found my vagina and I started pleasuring myself thinking about it. 

After I masturbated, I just drifted to a tiny slumber once again. There was no doubt I was getting tired as hell due to all the rough fucking Vivek was giving me everyday, but I was sure as hell loving it too! So no complaints! After about another half hour, I finally got up from the bed. I looked at my naked self in the mirror admiring myself, I liked doing that sometimes. I loved to be an object of lust to all men. Even when I was in college, I often did that acting as if I was standing naked infront of a bunch of people, as if in a stage show where I was paid to be a nude erotic dancer or something. Call me perverted, but I loved to enact all such things when no one was at home! 

I then wore a nighty with a bra and panty inside aware of the fact that Ramu would be around. I was sure he would already have known how I was enjoyed by Vivek last night which was the reason for me sleeping till late in the morning. Also, the whole episode of me removing clothes before going to bed lst night, while Vivek handing them over to Ramu must have made him very hot too. The thought of Ramu getting to touch (and probably do anything with) my bra and panty right after they came off my private parts was so erotic to me, I am sure Ramu must have had an equally erotic feeling or more about it too. I then came out to find that Ramu was watching TV sitting on the floor in the hallway, poor kid really did not have anything to do other than that. As soon as he saw me coming to the hallway, he said "Good morning bhabhi, do you want some coffee?". I smiled at him and said, "It's ok Ramu, I will have it after a while". Saying that I came over near him and sat on the couch. 

As we continued watching TV, after a while Ramu said, "Bhabhi I have washed all your clothes from yesterday night and dried them. I have folded them and kept them on the bed in the other room". Saying that, he looked straight into my eyes with an expression of self satisfaction. I knew he wanted to remind me how I got naked behind the door while he got the opportunity to touch them and wash them. I am sure he must have had a good time imagining how his memsahib looked in those bra and panty. I could not help but blush a little. I liked the way he said that, frankly inducing in me a sense of shame that a low class servant guy got to enjoy the entire episode and experience. I suppressed an urge to smile shyly and said, "Thanks Ramu, please put them in the cupboard in the main room". Ramu nodded and left to do the task. 

I was enjoying these small bits of erotica, they were quite interesting and enough for me to get a little wet down there. After that Ramu made me some coffee and breakfast. By then, it was already 12 O' clock, so I asked Ramu to prepare lunch while I decided to have a bath. I was going to get used to such a lifestyle I thought, especially with Ramu there to take care of all the household work and Vivek fucking me till late in the night everyday. I wanted to do something naughty with Ramu like yesterday, but thought the better of it. 

I knew Vivek had some good set of plans everyday and I didn't want to screw with it, though I had a huge urge to do something sexy and erotic. I guess I had to wait till Vivek came home and took the lead. So, I just closed the bathroom door, had a bath and came out all dressed in a saree. Since that was actually just the second day with Ramu, I really did not have anything to talk to or do some fooling around so that I got my share of erotica. Frankly, I was beginning to get a little restless as I did not have Vivek to fuck me hard, nor was anything erotic happening with Ramu. I was sure Ramu also wanted to do something given the chance, but of course fear got the better of him I guess. 

He must also be waiting for Vivek to come home and give him so fun. At around 6:00 PM Vivek finally came home which was his usual time. Ramu and me were sitting in the hallway when the doorbell rang. I knew it was Vivek, so I quickly jumped from the couch and went to open the door. I was so waiting for him to be back from work. As soon as Vivek came in, he hugged me hard and said, "I so missed you the entire day darling!". Saying that he grabbed both my ass cheeks over the saree with his hands and slapped on the right one hard. I loved that so much that I could not help letting out a slight moan to what Vivek did. But after that high that lasted for about a couple of seconds, I realized that Ramu was right behind us and must have surely seen what Vivek did to me. I felt embarrassed, but thrilled. I knew Vivek must have done it on purpose. 

I mean, he would surely be honest in missing me and wanting to feel me up, but am sure he wanted to do that while Ramu got the chance to see it. I turned around and saw Ramu ogling at my ass with Vivek's hands on them silently giggling on the whole episode. I became red with embarrassment and whispered to Vivek to free my ass and came back to sit on the couch. I was sure Ramu loved the episode. Not to forget Vivek, he must have enjoyed that too. He winked at me as he came over and sat beside me on the couch. Vivek said to Ramu, "Ramu, get me some tea yaar, I am tired". 

Immediately after Ramu left, Vivek grabbed my waist from the side tightly, and said "You liked that didn't you?". I wanted to be reserved for some reason, so I pretended like I didn't know what Vivek was talking about, "What?". "Oh c'mon, I know you very well the slut in you Ish! You loved it when I grabbed your ass infront of Ramy didn't you?", asked Vivek. I could not deny it and so I let it out. Blushing, I said "Well, yeah, kind off!". Vivek understood me perfectly. He said, "Man, you are the best slut I could ever get! This is going to get awesome day by day". 

Saying that, he roughly pinched my waist and planted a deep kiss on my lips. After a while Ramu brought tea for Vivek. As he was sipping the chai, Vivek made conversation with Ramu while I was sitting beside Vivek with his hands still tightly wrapped around my naked waist. Ramu noticed it too, and would glance at my waist every now and then just to make sure Vivek was enjoying my body. "And Ramu, so did you wash bhabhi's clothes? All of them?" "Yes bhaiyya, I washed all of them yesterday night only and put them in the cupboard in the main bedroom". "Okay, that's good Ramu. Do the same everyday without fail". "Ok bhaiyya, I will do it everyday". "Achha and when you wash bhabhi's panties, make sure you wash them well from the inside also, otherwise bhabhi will have itching there when she wears it". I was shocked with what Vivek said. 

It was certainly a notch higher than what I expected. I looked at Ramu and he was thrilled at having to hear such private things from Vivek himself. He was surely enjoying it, "Ok bhaiyya, I was wish it from inside also". It was no doubt cheap, but very erotic too. The way Vivek discussed the most private things of his wife like having itch in her pussy with the servant boy was the most pervertedly erotic thing! It was super dirty, and I must admit I seemed like a pervert myself to have enjoyed it. As it happened and after I realized how erotic it was, I began to get slightly wet again. I wanted to have a good rough fucking and so I whispered to Vivek in his ear, "Darling, please fuck me now, I am horny!" Vivek looked at me and smiled, of course he wanted to fuck me too. He said to Ramu "Achha listen Ramu, bhabhi wants me to take her to the bedroom for a while. 

You watch TV, we will be back in an hour or so. If someone is at the door, tell them we are not here and do not disturb us till we come out of the room". Well, that made it clear to Ramu I thought. He would have guessed by now that I was missing the rough treatment since morning and asked Vivek to fuck me! Vivek then took me to the bedroom and as soon as he bolted the door, he started stripping me naked. He then removed his trouser and I sucked him for a while after which he made me sleep on my back and started humping me. 

It was magical how much we enjoyed sex. This time, for a change he did not stuff the cloth in my mouth, but just shut my mouth with his hand, while he fucked me like a cheap whore. It was so amazing! 

After we were done, we just cuddled for a while and then dozed off into a slumber with Ramu in the hallway watching TV. I was happy how married life turned out so far, and I was getting satisfied with every minute of it!

[usaiha2]

  Indian Housewife

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. 

I have a 15-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass. 

My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick. 

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The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back. We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection officer my husband used to travel a lot within West Bengal. 

During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw. My daughter, who was 14 then, went to college with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kiran, had gone to Mumbai to my brother's place as her college was closed. My husband had to go to Shiliguri for an inspection. 

So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw. It was around closing time in the office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me, my only friend in the office, Radha Sen was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the BEST buses in Mumbai, I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus in Kolkata. 

As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 6:00 PM and I was at the bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it turned out, the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit in his kurta. "What am I doing!" I said to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to the person. As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush against my thighs and ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them. 

The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30-35 minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so. 

Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in front of me was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 3-4 inches shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door. As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same guy's wrist on my ass. 

"I did it accidentally, so can he", I thought. 

But as time passed, the wrist stayed there. Then something pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on. 

"I'll have to bear this for some time", I said to myself. 

But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over my ass-cheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly, my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my left, one person was asleep and another was wearing the dark glasses worn by blind men. So I presumed that he was blind. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobs intently. 

Just then, the person who was standing right behind me started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made me close my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me to see what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started giggling. 

"God help me!" I screamed in my head. 

But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would be the same as the ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl standing in front of me. She turned around with some difficulty. I looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing towards the man behind me. She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock, she turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I knew she did not want to get involved in this. 

As I was wearing a chiffon sari, he could easily grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time. Just then I almost gasped with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides. My grip on the handle tightened as his palms started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly button. 

I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari. 

"Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat", I pleaded silently. 

Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. As he squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on my right thigh. 

I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in his hand. 

Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me. 

Soon the hands on my breasts moved away slightly. But they came back again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. 

At the same time, the shagging man put his hand below my knee and started to pull up my sari. 

"Why didn't I wear a formal dress today" I cursed myself.

Luckily the way I was standing, he could expose my legs only up to my knees. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he could not pull up my sari, his hands definitely could. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. 

This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. 

By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor. He started caressing my cunt over the panty. He even tugged my underwear into my cunt, moving his finger around slightly. 

[usaiha2]

My body started to respond to his touch, as my cunt stared to get wet. But then the hand withdrew. 


The hand then caught hold of my hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load on my fingers. He then guided my hand to my face. He wanted me to lick it. But I turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on my cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my shoulders. 

At this time I was a couple of stops away from my house. So I decided to get out of this by getting down a stop early and walk home from there. So I shrugged off the two men and rushed to the back door, and got down on the next stop. It was 10 minutes' walk to my house from there. But the sight of the Ticket Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight of this man reminded me that I forgot to pick up my purse in the bus and my ticket was in my purse. 
"Where is your ticket madam?" he asked in Bengali. 
I replied in English saying I lost it in the bus. 

Even as he was listening, his eyes were traveling all over my body. I read his name batch. It had Mr. R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him whether he spoke any Hindi. As he nodded I explained it to him that it was due to the heavy rush, but he did not take my reason and asked why then did I get down one stop early. This question left me silent. He asked me for the fine. I reminded him that I did not have the purse and offered to pay him taking him to the house, which was only 10 minutes away. 
He thought for some time, and looked at his watch. It was about 6:45 p.m. and was totally dark and really cold. He said he couldn't do that and would have to take me to the nearby security officer station, and that someone from the house had to come and pay for me. But I explained to him that I was alone at my house and also new in the city and so did not know too many people too well. He got lost in thought for some time. Then he looked at me and said then I would have to stay in the lock-up till someone paid for me. 

I pleaded him to come to my house and collect the fine. He thought for some time, looked around sneakily and then agreed to my offer. He called a guy from the driver's cabin and him to do the job and said that he will meet them in the depot after collecting the fine. So we started to walk. In the way we had to pass through a long lane that had a land under dispute on one side and the backside of a big college campus on the other. This road was a parallel road to a main road and so was only used by a few private cars. 

We were walking side by side. I kept thinking about the money I lost in the purse and also that the perverts had my identity card. As I kept walking thinking about the incident, I saw with the corner of my eye that the TC was glancing at me lustfully. This made my heart beat very fast. Also the road was lonely. Seeing no car in the lane, he grabbed my hand and said – "I'll give you an offer. Let's go to the station or you do as I say. I don't want to waste my energy in fighting you. It's your choice baby." 

I looked at the time. It was 7:00 p.m. 

"There will be many people around the building", I thought, "watching me with this man, they will ask me awkward questions. What if the cops drop me in their car? They may even talk things". 

"Come on bitch, I cannot wait forever", he said harshly, bringing me out of my thoughts. 

I looked ahead and behind on the road. There wasn't a soul present. I looked down to the ground and nodded shyly. He immediately grabbed me and started walking briskly. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked. 

He seemed to ignore me and continued to walk. As we reached a small opening in the wall of the empty plot, he pointed me to enter the dark plot. As I was entering the narrow opening, I felt his hands on my ass. Once inside the plot, I looked around. It was totally empty, with about 2 feet of grass covering. There were no lights inside the plot. The only light was that from the streetlights. The plot was fairly large. About 200 meters long and more than 300-400 meters deep from the street. 
He pulled me towards the center of the plot, and then left my hand. As I rubbed my hand to relieve the soreness, he removed his own shirt and vest. He had a really hairy chest. 

"I don't want to hear a single word from you. Do you understand?" he said. 

I nodded. He signaled me to get down on my knees in front of him. So I positioned myself inches from his zipper. He then proceeded to slip down his trousers. He wore the traditional Indian underwear. His dick was really standing in the loose underwear. He untied the knot of the thread and let it drop to his ankles. He was not really long. Maybe 6 inches. He caught my hair and pulled my head towards it. So I opened my mouth and let it enter my oral cavity. As he kept running his hand through my long tied up hair, I kept sucking on his tool, holding it at the base with my hands. I was feeling really cold. When he put his hand on my shoulder, he found the safety pin holding onto my chiffon sari. He removed it promptly. 

After about 5 minutes of sucking, he stopped me. He took me to a corner of the plot. He was only in his shoes and socks. I was carrying his clothes. As we reached a corner, he pushed me to the wall. Then he pulled off my sari from my shoulders. My blouse always has a tantalizing neckline, ending just at the start of my cleavage (this is the way my husband likes it). 

He looked really desperate. He stared at my breasts for some time, as they heaved up and down due to my heavy breathing. He suddenly put three fingers of each hand on the blouse and ripped it open. I always wore black bras. He pulled my blouse down to my elbows. This caused my hands to be restricted in their movement. He launched himself on my boobs, squeezing and cupping them wildly. He especially liked to push my boobs inwards and then lick my cleavage. He even bit my nipples over the bra. For a moment he moved back and then put his hands inside my bra-cups and scooped the tits out, pushing the bra sideways. 

Thus now, my boobs were exposed to him, though the bra straps were in the same place. He again launched his mouth on my tits, making them wet with his saliva. As he continued his mauling of my breasts, I looked towards the street to see another crowded bus pass by. His face blocked my sight, as he stopped his sucking. He smiled, and then smooched my lips roughly. He forcefully opened my lips with his tongue and rolled it all around. I'm sure he tasted himself inside my mouth. 

At the same time, his hands roamed down to my stomach and then to my waistline. He inserted two fingers into my petticoat and undid the knot holding it onto my waist. As he released the knot, my sari and petticoat dropped in a heap to the ground. He then asked me to lie down on the grass. I was feeling really cold on the wet grass. He saw my shivering body and said- "You need my heat". 

Then he positioned between my spread legs. He simply pulled the panty away from my cunt lips and dug his cock into my body. 

This was the first time; I had another penis inside me; other than my husband's. This made me really sad and I started to weep. This almost seemed to excite him, as his pumping increased speed. He let out a loud grunt as his semen released into my cunt. I did not experience any climax. 

As I lay on the grass exhausted, he dressed up and said- "How was it babe? Want to meet again sometime?" 

I stared back at him blankly. This angered him. He called me a whore and left in a hurry. I looked at my watch. As it was dark, I could not make out the exact time. But it was somewhere around 7:30 p.m. I got up and adjusted my panty. It was thoroughly wet with my and his juices. Then I tucked my breasts back into the bra. I looked around to make sure that no one was around. Then I got into my petticoat and dbangd my sari. But all except one hook of the blouse were broken. So I carefully adjusted the sari covering up carefully. 

[usaiha2]

I walked the distance to my house in 15 minutes. As expected the building was busting with activity as every evening. I walked up the stairs to the third floor apartment, keeping a really straight face and even greeting anyone I met. As soon as I closed the house door I dropped on the couch and started crying, digging my face into the pillow.

"What am I going to do now? What if the person from the bus finds me? What if the TC blackmails me? Should I talk to my husband about this? He won't trust me anymore. What if my daughter comes to know about it? She will think I'm a slut." 

These were the thoughts in my mind as I walked up to my bedroom and entered the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stood under the hot shower. I kept crying as I rubbed my body vigorously with soap, cleaning every part of my body touched by various men. And then I washed my panty vigorously even as the tears kept rolling down my cheeks.

After I turned off the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and composed myself. Then I wiped myself with the towel and came out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my body. 

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The good part about our bedroom is it has long sliding windows on two sides, one overlooking the garden behind our building and the other facing the bedroom of our neighbors. This gives a feeling of openness to the room. Also we have tinted glass put up on all the windows, ensuring our privacy. I walked up to my cupboard and took out my clothes and threw them on the bed. As I was about to remove my towel, I saw a figure sitting at the opposite window. I recognized it to be Mr. Patel, our 65-year-old neighbor. He could, may be see the outline of my body even through the tinted glass as the lights were on. So I reached out for the switchboard and switched off the light. This came as no surprise to me. I had seen him staring at our window many times before. In the darkness, I threw my towel on the bed and wore my clothes, thinking of how many times I had told my husband about the bastard. But my husband never believed how such a respected resident could do such a thing. 

Mr. Patel was a retired security officer officer and now worked as a social worker, especially fighting for women's rights. He lived in the house alone after his wife died and daughter got married. I too knew that nobody would believe me if I said that he was a voyeur and a peeping tom. I had no option but to ignore him. I wore a simple white cotton panty (I wore the bikini panties outside only on my husband's insistence, though I felt really comfortable in these). Over it I wore a white loose slip with thin shoulder straps and came up to my upper thighs (I never wore bras at home). And finally wore a long white housecoat tying up the waistband. 

It was almost 8:00 p.m. so I decided to cook myself a small meal and watch some TV. But just then the doorbell rang. I was a bit surprised, as I was not expecting anyone. I was really surprised to find my husband standing at the door. He immediately hugged me and gave me a small kiss on the lips, and then explained how he arrived earlier than expected. As I was making tea for him, he hugged me from behind and squeezed my breasts. He ran his hands through my wet hair and turned around my face and smooched me passionately, with his hands running down to my waistband. 

I knew he was really horny. He did not have sex for 3 days now. When at home he fucked me every single night. He undid the waistband and opened the robe. His hand palmed my crotch as he continued to kiss my neck. Soon he had his hand inside my slip, pinching my nipples. He then made me sit on the kitchen platform and pulled out my panty. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled out his erect tool and entered me. In less than a minute, he erupted in me and I too let out a loud grunt, faking an orgasm. Immediately he withdrew and said the lovely words, "get me the tea quickly." 

At this point let me describe to you my husband. He is as you can say a typical Indian male. He really cares for me and is very understanding in all matters but sex. He believes that a wife must do whatever a husband wants in bed. When my in-laws were alive, they too held the same belief. During the first year of our marriage, my husband used to fuck me at least twice daily. It would be really embarrassing for me when he would call me up to the bedroom in the middle of the day and have sex with me, even as his parents sat in the other room knowing what transpired in our room.

Even after 20 years of marriage, he still is the same. When I confronted him with my inability to reach an orgasm regularly, he got angry and said that I was trying to blame on him for my inability to get excited and asked me to masturbate whenever I did not climax. Since that day I have been doing the same. He rolls over to sleep immediately after sex. It is then that I go to the bathroom and rub myself. Also he likes to consider me like a showpiece, which he takes along to parties. He has a personally selected collection of clothes for me to be worn at such parties. His attitude at such cocktail parties is: "I have the thing you all want". 

I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and then served him tea.

[usaiha2]

He sat on the couch watched the news when his cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my husband said-  "Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house. We must go." 


He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes. Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in with the pallu coming from behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my belly, armpits and even on my cleavage. 

I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but my husband always says that you will understand when you grow up line to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and soon we were in the car. 

His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald, slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.2") and really strong. He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is really polite and soft spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alisha is only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an army colonel. He also has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage, which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. His son studied in the U.S. 

Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back. 
As we reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we parked our car and entered the house, to be greeted by Alisha. She was wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond earrings. 
She smiled at us and welcomed us saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi. We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your daughter"; and then leading us to the back of the bungalow. 

It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back, which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about 50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor. 

There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at Alisha. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alisha was an insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her step-son. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only reason she married Rajan was that he is very rich and was really good in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age. 

As we talked to many people, Alisha called us in to the house. Inside Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch, I noticed Alisha responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him. Soon the men were drinking Champagne and the women had Gin. We drank for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor. 

By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was around 20. As I stood alone in a corner, Rajan approached me and asked me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be seen. "Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business." Rajan said. 
Saying so, he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes. As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his erection on my stomach as his hand went down to squeeze my ass. 

"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired....people must be watching" I said. 
But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a Gin and couple of Champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall. 

"Hold me around my neck Aditi", said Rajan, taking my hands from around his waist and placing on his shoulders. 
I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband. 

As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs. I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes. 
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or should I help?" said a voice. 

This was followed by laughter all around. As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like – 
"Look at that ass" 
"I'll lose all my money for that butt" 
"Take off that panty and show us the globes". 
Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20 PM, the night is still young." 
Saying so, he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks.
I heard a man say "look at the flesh in her butt, my wife doesn't have that much on her chest." 
Then Rajan caught hold of my open hair and placed them on his shoulders exposing my backside fully to the ogling crowd. Imagine the sight they must have got with my body in only a two- string blouse and a bikini panty. Then he grabbed my face and smooched me again. 
Then came a voice, " enough of this nonsense Rajan, lets get down to business." 

So Rajan grabbed me by my waist and moved me near the pool, to be followed by the eager crowd. I looked around and found Rajan behind me, making me lean over a poolside armchair. As I balanced myself holding the armrests, Rajan pushed my hair over my head, and spread it around blocking almost my entire view. Just then I felt his hand pulling my panty downwards to my ankle. His fingers ran over my pussy lips as "Oooooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" could be heard. I felt a finger enter my cunt and run in and out for some moments. I started to get wet.

This was followed by a brief halt. But then I felt an electrifying feeling as his dick entered my wet slit. He seemed really fat, making me gasp. After he had entered me fully, he remained that way for some time. Then started the jerking. I grabbed the armrest firmly as he began to thrust into me violently. Within a couple of minutes I felt his hot semen spurt into my cunt. I tried to get up as Rajan withdrew, but I felt a hand putting pressure on my shoulders. 
"Not so fast bitch. You know how many dicks you have made hard tonight?" 

This was followed by my vagina being ravaged by 7 more dicks of all sizes and thickness, one after the other, without any break. 
At the end of it all, I felt a mixture of my as well as their juices running down my thighs. As I lost the grip of the armrest, I fell on the back cushion of the chair. 

[usaiha2]

"She is tired and needs refreshment", said a familiar voice. 


I turned around and was shocked to see Jayesh Patel, my husband's immediate subordinate. He picked me up in his arms and walked up to the pool and threw me in the water. The water was very cold, almost freezing. In the semi-conscious state I swam to the shallow end of the pool, which had steps to get out. The cold water seemed to counteract the effect of the drug mixed in my drink. I got out of the pool and fell to the floor. I looked towards the group. They were looking towards me and laughing. I looked around to find my husband. He was still not to be found anywhere.
Jayesh Patel shouted, "Hey bitch, don't you want your clothes?" 

holding my sari and petticoat in his right hand with his left hand on his semi erect dick. This made me realize about the situation I was in. The drunken men could easily fuck me again. I could not understand how other women could stand and watch the men force themselves on me, and also why the men selected only me. 
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ved, Rajan's son. He looked at my shivering body and said- 
"Aditi aunty, you must be dying of cold. Let's go inside and get some heat." 

Saying so, he grabbed me by my stomach and put me on his shoulder. He was really strong. As he did this, there were cheers from the other end of the pool. 
"Dad can I take her in?" shouted Ved to Rajan. 
"Go ahead son, she is one hell of a bitch", shouted Rajan. 
As I struggled to get away, he tightened his grip on me. Simultaneously his other hand patted my ass. As we entered the living room, he said- 
"Mom what the hell are you doing? This is the living room. Take that man to the bedroom." 

Saying so he turned around and started to walk away upstairs. As he turned around, I was shocked to see Alisha in only her black thong and high heels, running her hand through my husband's hair. He was totally naked and his dick was hanging proudly at full length. He stood on all fours licking Alisha's feet, as she had her other hand caressing her own boobs. 

Before I could recover from the sight, I entered a bedroom. Ved dropped me on to a bed and immediately turned me around, making me sleep on my stomach. He sat on my back and tied my hands with two scarves to the bed rest. Then I heard him closing the door and putting on some music. 
"Please don't do it Ved. I am of your mother's age. And you saw what the men did to me downstairs. I am really tired", I said. 

I heard him smile and say, "Shut the fuck up bitch. I have always lusted for your body. I have talked to my dad about it many times, but he has refused to use his control over your husband to set this up. Tonight I took advantage of him being drunk. Anyway your husband is fucking my step-mom downstairs, so I must do the same to you as to make the business deal equal." 

Saying so, he put a velvet blindfold on my eyes. Almost immediately, I felt his fingers getting inside the waistband of the wet panty. In a single swift motion, he peeled off the wet undergarment from my body. I instinctively closed together my legs, covering my already exploited cunt. But for some time I lay on the bed alone, with him not around. I almost got a shock when his hand pulled apart my legs with a jerk and positioned himself between them. He lifted my lower body holding my knees and repositioned my legs. 

Now I could distinctly feel his hardness on my ass. My abdomen was resting on his knees. He moved back slightly and then with a thrust, pushed his erection into my pussy, which was filled with the sticky sperm of the 8 other men. He let his tool slide in fully and stayed that way. His manhood was really long, but thin. It was longer than any I had felt inside my body before. He stretched forward and squeezed my breasts over the wet blouse. Muffled NO's came out of my mouth. He kept mauling my breasts. Maybe this was after a long time that he was with a woman. His dick was throbbing inside my pussy. He then stopped the mauling and moved back. 

Then I felt his hand undoing the knots of the strings on the back of my blouse. As the two strings were opened up, he put his hands inside my blouse and caressed my hanging boobs. Keeping his hands cupping my breasts, he started stroking his dick. After some time, he removed his hands over my breasts and caught my waist. Within a couple of minutes he was spurting inside my pussy. 

He then withdrew and I heard him opening some door. Soon I could hear the shower. I lay in that state for some 10 minutes. He came out of the bathroom and removed my blindfold. I turned around my head to see him standing wet and naked. His 20-year-old body was perfectly chiseled and hairless. He even had a shaven crotch. His limp tool was more than 6 inches long. He got into a T-shirt and shorts and coming to me he said- 
"You are wonderful Aditi aunty. You can come to me anytime you want. You know you can get any man you want anytime. Thanks for this wonderful time." 
Saying so, he smooched me. 

As he was about to open my hands, there was a knock on the door. So Ved opened the door slightly. It was his friend Aziz. Ved tried to turn him away, but he managed to get into the room. Looking at my nude body, he pleaded Ved to let him have me. He said he didn't want Alisha's dirty panties anymore. So as it had to happen, Ved left the room and I was fucked by another 20-year-old boy, in the missionary position. He was definitely a virgin. He left me in the room soon after sex. 

I dozed off after sometime. I woke up in the morning due to the sun falling on my body. I looked around and found myself alone in the room. My naked body was partially covered with a sheet. I was hurried to cover up my nudity as the maid entered the room. She stole glances at me as she started cleaning up. 
"Where is Ved?" I asked her. 

"There is nobody in the house. Everyone has left for a Christmas vacation to Australia. Don't you know?" she replied. 
I kept quiet, looking for my clothes and at the same time covering up my breasts with the sheet. She may have understood my problem and said- 
"Madam, you wait here. 

I'll get some of my madam's old clothes for you before the house keeping men come to clean up the house." 
She came back with a skirt and a sleeveless vest and a shirt. She also had some old panties, which I declined to wear. I got into the clothes and wearing a spare sandal from the shoe rack, walked to the ground floor. 

I looked at the spot where I had seen my husband with Alisha. It reminded me of how cruel my husband was. I looked around and then over to the pool. It was in a total mess. I could see my sari lying near the very spot I was fucked. 
It was almost 10:30. As I was about to walk out of the gate, a driver stopped me and said that he was instructed to leave me by Ved. So I got into the luxury Sedan. As the driver drove me to my house, I controlled myself from crying and maintained a straight face. As I got down at the gate of my building, the driver called me and said- "That was a good show madam. Call me when you feel lonely." 

As he drove off, I rushed up the stairs to my house. My husband was not in the house. That day I cried a lot, cursing myself for being a beautiful woman and being born in India. Maybe this was the fate I had to face, as I was an Indian Housewife!!

[usaiha2]

 

Every Boy Need

"You've been very kind," Sunita murmured.

"Auntie, please don't say that. You're my best friend's mother. It's my duty to help you."

"I wish there was some way I could thank you."

"There's no need."

Sunita smiled gently, looking at the handsome nineteen-year-old youth. The same age as her son, they'd been childhood friends. How they'd grown, she thought. He wasn't a kid any more; he was a young man, confident, poised, strong and, yes, sexy. 

She looked at Vinod again with renewed interest, her pulse quickening slightly, feeling a rush of excitement, a knot in her belly. Yes, sexy, most definitely sexy. She wondered if he had any sexual experience.

It was crazy. She couldn't be thinking like this. He was her son's age, she'd known him since his infancy, she couldn't be thinking of him as a lover.

Then again, why not? She was in her late thirties, she had a sex drive and it wasn't like he was a blood relative or anything. It wouldn't be incest. 

He stood just under six feet, lean and dark with fine straight features. His shoulders were wide, the torso hard and tough with a flat belly and a broad chest. His shirt was open low and she knew he didn't have much body hair. She liked that. His hips were high and narrow and his limbs were long and muscular. She wondered if he had a sizable penis; she liked well-hung men. Certainly the bulge in his crotch was promising.

"You must be hot," she murmured. "We've been out in the sun a lot. Why don't you have a quick wash and change, you'll be more comfortable. Then I'll fix you something cool to drink."

"Thanks, I think I will," he said. "I need to bathe."

"Come, I'll show you the bath."

She led him to the servant's bath, gave him a thin towel, a cake of cheap soap, a bucket and a tumbler. 

"The door doesn't lock, by the way, but don't worry about it. There's no one else home."

"Okay." The boy didn't seem embarrassed. Evidently he trusted her.

Sunita left him. Back in the servant's room, she stripped off the bra under her blouse, dropped her panties under her sari and even dropped the petticoat, deftly re-wrapping the sari so that it tucked in on itself, wrapped around her narrow waist. She wore it low, well under her navel, just above her crotch, high on her hips. Already her breasts were turgid, her stubby nipples stiff with excitement. 

She heard the water running in the bucket, heard the splash, the slap and squelch of soap on wet flesh. Taking a deep breath, she went back to the bath, softly opened the door. He was squatting, balanced on his toes, sluicing water over his back and head with the tumbler, his back to her and she stopped for a moment, sucking in her breath in excitement as she took in the sharp V of his body, the strength of his muscles rippling under his taut skin. He hadn't stripped fully, was still in his small, tight briefs and she saw how firm and tough his buttocks were. God, she wanted him! 

She picked up the ends of her sari and folded it up, tucking it into the waist to keep the bottom from getting wet. It showed her legs to above her knees. 

"Here, let me do your back," she said, taking the tumbler from his hands. "It needs a good scrub."

"Auntie!" he gasped in shock.

"Shut up, idiot," she said in mock anger, but smiling. "How long have I known you? I cleaned your bum when you were six months old, remember?" Not waiting for a response, she began soaping his back vigorously. "There, that's better, isn't it?"

The boy succumbed. "Mm, yes. I can never reach there!"

She ran the soap over his shoulders, down his back to his waist, up again, and then began to scrub it with a damp washcloth, her body bent forward over his.

"Stand up," she said. "I'm too old to keep bending like this." Her hands were at his waist, just above his briefs. She hesitated for a second, and then took the plunge, slipping her hands into them, over his buttocks. He froze, wriggled, and tried to break free. "Stop jumping about," she snapped as if there was nothing amiss. "C'mon, take them off."

"Auntie, no!"

"Oh, don't be silly, boy! What have you to hide from me? Now do as I say! C'mon, I haven't all day!"

She felt the tension in his body. Slowly, hesitantly, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs and rolled them down. Sunita stifled a moan of excitement. She soaped his buttocks, his thighs, calves, scrubbed them, moved up again. 

"Now lift your arms, Vinod. And spread your feet."

The boy seemed to be in a daze. He raised his arms and shuffled his legs apart. Sunita moved closer, moved the soap and cloth under his buttocks, her fingertips touching his scrotum. The boy squirmed. 

She drew away, did his underarms. 

He relaxed, thought she had finished. She lathered the soap afresh in her hands and quickly slipped her arms around him, soaping his neck and chest and belly. He tensed again as her hands moved lower. He tried to break way but now she had her arms around him and it was too late. Her hands were in his crotch, her fingers moving up and down over his penis. She bit her lower lip. It was wonderful, better than she'd dared hope, at last seven inches long and thickening rapidly as she worked it.

"Oh god Auntie, no!" he groaned.

"Yes, Vinod. Do as I say. Turn around."

"Auntie, please."

"Do it, Vinod. Do it because I ask you to. Please."

Trembling, he turned around and they were face to face. He was a good head taller than her. She ran her hands over his body, down to his crotch again, caressing his now massive penis, looked up at him.

"Have you had a woman before, Vinod? Tell me. Have you?"

He looked at her, confusion, despair, fear and excitement all mingled in his eyes. "Yes," he stuttered. "Yes."

"Older than you?"

"No ... no ... not older."

"It's different with someone experienced."

"Auntie, please," he moaned. "Please don't." But his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed in her hand.

"Water."

"What?"

"Water. You need to rinse. You're all soapy."

[usaiha2]

The boy turned and bent to fill the tumbler. When he straightened, she had let her pallu drop completely, had undone all but one button of her blouse. Her swollen breasts pushed at the cloth. Her long mangalsutra glistened in her cleavage. Her eyes glittered with hunger, her lips were parted. She cupped and lifted her breasts, squeezing them, pressed her tongue to her upper lip. Staring at her, he sluiced the water over himself and now didn't object when she took it from him and washed his penis. 

He took the tumbler from her; she stroked his cock in her fingers. He refilled the tumbler, bending sideways from the waist, then straightened and slowly tipped it over her neck and face. Sunita groaned softly, tilting her face up as the warm water trickled over her face and between her small, shapely breasts, down her back and shoulders, down her belly, soaking her clothes. She plucked at the knot of her sari and it came undone, fell to her feet and she took his hand in hers and pressed it to her crotch. Her cunt was wet, seeping juice and he gasped, hot and horny now, pressing his thick finger between her cunt-lips, knuckling her clitoris. Sunita moaned, arching her face and back, thrusting her breasts outward and he snapped the last button on her blouse. Her breasts bounced out and he bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking hungrily, nibbling her stiff nipple. Moaning, she curled an arm around his head.

With a soft moan, she drew away from him, turning silently, slowly, his hand in hers and led him, wet and naked, from the bathroom to the servant's room just beyond. In the dank windowless room, she turned and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue in and out of his mouth, one arm around his broad shoulders, the other working his stiff cock. 

"I'm going to suck your cock," she murmured. "You can cum in my mouth if you want. I like that."

The boy groaned, despair and excitement still doing battle in his mind. She found it delicious. Slipping smoothly to her knees before him, she flipped back his foreskin and took his cock in her mouth quickly, started sucking it, working the bulging cock-head cleverly with his tongue. The boy cried out, his body lurching, spasming, belly snapping in with shock, hips thrusting at her face. Sunita moaned deep in her throat, her hands on his thighs, her face moving back and forth between his legs. His cock was thick and long and hot and its musky taste made her giddy with excitement. Whimpering, she caressed her face and breasts with it, her eyes hooded. The boy looked down at her, incredulous, disbelieving, enormously turned on. She was incredible. He'd never imagined a blowjob this good. But, still, she was his best friend's mother! She'd known him since he was kid, damn it! The battle raged momentarily, and then his body betrayed his mind, and the hunger of adolescence took control.

"Ohhhhhhh yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!" He flung his head back, his hands on her head, moving it to and fro now, his hips pumping. "Oh yes ... suck me! Suck my cock ... oh god yes!"

He still couldn't bring himself to talk to her like he did with some of the others he'd been with, to call her exciting, sexy, dirty names ... and what she was doing to him didn't let him use the honorific either. She realized his torment and savoured it wickedly for a long moment, sucking his cock like a slut, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. He groaned thickly, watching her incredulously, in deep excitement. Her face was distended with the thickness of his cock. She took his hands in hers, moving them off her head, keeping them pinned to his sides, her face rocking back and forth, turning this way and that as she used her tongue on his cock-head and every part of his shaft.

She ducked her head under his cock-shaft, dragging her teeth down the shaft lasciviously, her eyes tilted up to his, glittering with lust.

"Talk," she murmured. "Say what you want, Vinod ... let me hear it ... what you really want to say .
.. say it ... please ... I like hearing those words."

Vinod gaped at her. He couldn't. There was no way...

"C'mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he heard himself say, pulling her face back to his penis.

His words had a visible effect on her. She moaned loudly, throatily, throat and, releasing his hands from hers, took his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue whipping his cock-head in frenzy. Vinod cried out, his head arching, his hips jerking forward, his hands flying to her head again. She sucked him feverishly, her head rocking rapidly to and fro, her hands on his thighs. He pumped his hips back and forth at her face, moving her head in rhythm, fucking her mouth.

"Yes! Ohfuckyes!" he gasped. "Yes ... uhhh yes uhh c'mon, whore, c'mon! Suck harder, whore, suck harder!" scarcely believing what he saying and to whom.

On and on she went, her hunger and lust evident, insatiable. His loins were bursting with heat and he groaned thickly, in imminent danger of losing control. With all her experience, Sunita sensed it at once and immediately stopped, moving her head back, gently jerking his cock in one fist.

"Don't come," she murmured. "Don't you dare cum yet! C'mon! Take a deep breath! Yes ... that's good ... you can cum in my mouth later, not now." She looked up at him, her eyes glittering with lust, smiling lasciviously. 

She moved onto her back on the floor, drawing him down with her, over her, holding his head in his hands, kissing him hard, her tongue probing his mouth. He could taste himself on her. Her breasts were turgid under his chest, her stiff nipples raking his skin. The hard mangalsutra scbangd his flesh.

"My cunt's burning," she murmured. "Lick me. Show me how well you can lick a woman's cunt."

Vinod's excitement flared again. He moved his face lower, sweeping his tongue over her long nipples, nibbling them sharply. She gasped, arching and he sucked on the small mounds, taking them deep in his mouth. Sunita groaned, her fingers clenching his hair. Sucking one breast, he squeezed the other, twirling her rigid nipple in forefinger and thumb, rubbing her mangalsutra over it. She whimpered, her face turning to one side, her hips writhing under his.

"Lick me," she groaned. "Lick my slit, Vinod! Hurry!"

The youth grinned to himself, his confidence increasing. This was terrific. She was incredible. What did it matter that she was his best friend's mother? He moved his head lower, over her flat belly, loving the taut smoothness of her dusky skin, unblemished and hairless. He swept his tongue through her navel, moved lower, nuzzling the damp fuzz between her slender thighs. The heady aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils. Her legs were splayed wide, her cunt-lips open, visibly wet. He looked at it hungrily. She moved her hands down to her crotch, pulling them open even wider.

"Put it in," she gasped. "Put your tongue into my cunt, Vinod! Lick it!"

Slowly, tenderly, gently, he dragged his tongue through her crack. The effect on her was electric. She gasped sharply, her body whipping up in a steep bow, her head arching back, her mouth in a wide O. He moved his tongue up and down her slit again, savouring the musky cunt-nectar, lapping at it. She whimpered, biting her lower lip sexily, her hands clenching his hair.

"Yes! Ohma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes!" she moaned. "Oh Vinod! Uhhhh hanh ... uhhh yes!"

Now his tongue was working her cunt busily, flickering up and down, round and round, jabbing tantalisingly at her swollen clit and whipping it to and fro, laving her cunt-lips. Sunita's moans were loud, incessant, lewd. Her hips writhed under his face, jerking up and down. Her head flipped from side to side in an agony of joy as the heat built in her loins and flamed through her slender body. 

"Yes uhh ohma uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes oh that's good ... lick me! Lick me! Yes! That's it!" she whimpered. "Do it ... don't stop! Keep licking!"

Vinod chuckled to himself, feeling strong and manly. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt, finger- and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. Sunita cried out in joy, her hips jerking uncontrollably under his face. He went on doing it, remorseless, torturing her as she had him, till, from her movements and sounds, he knew he had her on the very edge of an orgasm. And then he stopped, abruptly and without warning.

Sunita cried out in frustration, mewing and panting, clawing at him. "Don't stop now! Oh you bastard! Don't stop now!" she begged.

He grinned, moved up, straddling her body, kneeling over face, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck, bitch," he growled. "Suck it hard! Yeh! That's good! C'mon! Suck harder! Ahh yeh! That's it! Slut, I'm gonna fuck you really hard now!"

Lying beneath him, Sunita moaned deep in her cock-filled throat, sucking the youth's penis hungrily. Her lust was raging out of control, her head swam with excitement. The boy was incredibly good.

[usaiha2]

"Fuck me," she gasped, taking her mouth off his cock, jerking it, looking up at him. "Please, Vinod! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"


Grinning, the lad moved down, kneeling upright between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and he pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. She moaned again, her hips writhing. Laughing softly, he took his cock in his hand and squeezed it into her cunt. It was incredibly hot and wet and tight and he cried out, his head jerking back, his belly snapping inward in shocked delight. Beneath him, Sunita arched, the breath hissing from her throat as the huge, hot hardness of his penis surged into her flesh. 

"OHMAUHH AHHH UHHH AH!" she went. 

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me, Vinod! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

The youth grabbed her legs by the calves, lifting them high and wide in his hands and began fucking her with long, deep, stabbing thrusts, rocking his lean hips steeply and swiftly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. His cock ran in and out of her cunt, glistening with their juices, piercing her flesh deeply with each inward thrust. Her body jerked back and forth on the floor. She gasped and cried out in a frenzy of joy, her fingers splayed in tension, scrabbling at his arms, the floor, anything. 

"Oh uh ohma uhh ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHHH uhh ohma uh yes uhh yes oh god yes uhh yes fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me!" she cried.

Her head flipped from side to side. She chewed her lower lip. Hissing her pleasure, she squeezed her breasts hard, tugging at the long nipples. His cock felt wonderful in her slit, thick and long and heavy and hard, mashing her gorged clitoris in its to and fro passage, probing the deepest recesses of her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest. Her cunt convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis, squeezing it eagerly in its wet warmth. Her hips jerked and bucked up and down, her body rocking with his punishing thrusts. 

"Take it!" she heard him grunt. "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you fucking slut! Tell me you like it!"

"Yes!" she gasped, thrilling at his words. "Oh ma uhhh yes, Vinod, yes! Yes! Oh god yes!"

He laughed, thick-voiced, moving faster and faster, his hips rocketing back and forth, ramming and pistoning back and forth, making her body toss and snap and jerk on the tiles. Sunita's cries rose, her back bowing and bending, her fingers clenching his arms, her head flung back, long neck craned, tendons popping in her throat. Her mangalsutra slithered this way and that.

With a soft moan, she pulled her trembling legs from his hands, slipped his cock out of her and quickly turned over, getting on her forearms and knees before him, her breasts pendulous, long mangalsutra dangling. 

"Fuck me like a bitch," she gasped. "From behind."

Vinod didn't waste time. Grinning, he pulled her buttocks open, pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips and with a sharp forward thrust of his hips, plunged his cock deep into her cunt. 

"You want it? Take it, whore, take it!"

Sunita cried out loudly, her head snapping up, her body jerking forward, her mouth tearing open. His cock rammed into her and he began fucking her furiously, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs, ramming and slamming his hips to and fro, slapping them at her thighs, his fingers digging into her waist. Her body jerked furiously back and forth before his, her breasts jiggling, her mangalsutra flapping wildly. 

"OH MA UH OHMA OH VINOD UHH OH VINOD UH HANH OH OHMA UH HANH UH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she went.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon whore c'mon yeh oh fuck yes take it, bitch, take it all, c'mon you fucking bitch, take my cock! Yeh oh fuck yes uhh oh ... take it, whore, take it! Take my cock!"

Pausing fractionally, he moved up to straddle her hips in a deep squat, leaning forward over her, pressing down on her shoulders. His cock went deep into her cunt. He took a long breath and then, with a shuddering cry, began ram-fucking her furiously, his hips whipping up and down, back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock ramming and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks. Faster and faster he went and, her torso angled downwards beneath his, her face turned on one side, her body jerking, hips writhing at his crotch, cunt convulsing on his penis, her cries echoing in the room, Sunita orgasmed violently. Her cunt cramped down tight on his penis and, above her, the youth gasped and, gritting his teeth, slammed his cock into her, once, twice, three, four times, each thrust drawing a cracked sob of joy from her throat. 

And held off his orgasm. He chuckled gleefully, well pleased with himself, slowing his motions, rocking his cock in and out of her cunt to prolong her orgasm, biding his time till it ebbed. Beneath him, Sunita whimpered, her body trembling, her mind reeling in incredulity. How had he managed to hold back? His stamina was awesome. It was a long time since she'd been fucked like this.
Groaning, she slid forward and he slipped his cock out of her. Now what? He waited for her to move. For a minute she remained on her knees and forearms, catching her breath, her chest and back heaving. Then she turned around, on her back and smiled sexily at him.

"God, but you're good," she murmured, pulling him down to her. 

He moved on top of her and they kissed again and she did something magical and quick with her hips and he found himself inside her again, her wet cunt still tight, slowly squeezing and releasing his cock. He grinned at her, pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, squeezing his cock deep into her cunt.

"Mm, that's lovely," she smiled. "I'm so glad you didn't come." She slid her hands down his V-shaped torso, caressing him, clenching his buttocks.

They fucked slowly for a long while, taking their time, neither hurrying, each delighting in the pleasures of the other's flesh, kissing tenderly, their loins meshing and meeting in a steady rhythm. He paused then and smoothly rolled over without moving out of her, taking her on top of him. Sunita gasped as his cock twisted in her cunt and then she found herself on top, kneeling astride his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. She smiled tenderly at him and he grinned, his eyes laughing, sliding his hands up to her swollen breasts, fondling them, rolling the hard nipples under his palms, scbanging the rough beads of her mangalsutra over them. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he grinned, not caring that he was doing it.

"I'm glad you are doing it," she giggled, her hips writhing on his lap.

"You do it often? With other men, I mean?"

"Do you suppose I bore four children without being fucked?" she laughed.

"But that's different," he frowned. "That's your husband."

Her eyes sparkled. "Who told you that?" she smiled at his puzzled look and the quick flash of excited understanding. "Yes, that's right. The kids don't all have the same father. Of course I've had sex, with lots of men, different men. Why, I was even doing it when Manish's father was still around. He was drunk most of the time and couldn't do anything about it. I fucked other men right in front of him. He never could hold down a job and I had the kids to take care of, so what could I do?"

"You actually whored?"

She shrugged with a fleeting smile. "Don't get moral. Remember what we're doing. I saw nothing wrong. I had to do it. I had only one thing to offer and I offered it. There were takers. Manish doesn't know any of this and you're not going to tell him."

"That he's probably a bastard and his mother a whore? Of course not."

[usaiha2]

She smiled. "One day remind me to tell you how it began, how I started, with his own brother. Technically, he was my first 'client'."

"That's crazy."

"No, it's the past."

"It's also sexy," he said, grinning wolfishly. "You're sexy."

"Glad you think so," she murmured. "Now shut up and fuck me. Or don't shut up and fuck me."

She was doing something magical with her hips now, twirling them in slow circling motions round and round and he grunted, heaving up under her. She bent over him, her superb back arching, rubbing herself against him. 

"You're cock feels so good in my cunt," she whispered, sliding her tongue across his lips. "I could have it in there all day!" Her cunt squeezed and released his cock in a steady rhythm, arousing him deftly. 

Rising up, her hair over one shoulder, she slowed, paused fractionally and shuffled her legs forward. She was supple and did it smoothly, moving up so that she squatting, not kneeling on his lap, her body upright, her knees spread wide, her heels on the floor on either side of his hips, arms stretched with her hands on the floor behind her heels. Her body was tilted back, breasts thrust out. Her cunt-lips were stretched wide open. Her face creased in tension, her chin on her chest as she pushed her cunt down deeper on his cock, taking him fully inside her. Then she moaned, flinging her head back over her shoulders. Whimpering, she began grinding her hips round and round in a churning action, snapping them smartly at each turn. Her cunt tightened like a vice on his cock and he gasped, thrusting up hard under her. 

"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped, awed, his cock blazing with lust. "C'mon, whore! C'mon! Take it! Take my cock! I wanna see you dance on my cock!"

"Yes! Oh yes! C'mon, Vinod! Fuck me!" she gasped. "Yes uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes uhhh ohma uhh yes uhhh OHHH!" Now she was moving up and down as well, her body bucking and bouncing on his heaving hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his massive erection, her supple thighs taking the difficult position easily. "Ohhhhuhhhh ohhhh uhhh OHHHH!" 

Vinod squeezed her breasts hard in his excitement, then slid his hand to her crotch and fondled her clitoris. Sunita shuddered and moaned. He grabbed her hips, jerking her body up and down on his cock. With a quick wriggle, gasping loudly, she slid forward onto her knees again, her arms outstretched, hands on his chest, her hips rocking and bucking up and down, her cunt sliding up and down along his cock-shaft. Her swollen breasts jiggled with her movements and her long mangalsutra danced on her dusky skin. 

"Yes!" she called. "Oh yes, Vinod, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

Grinning wolfishly at his best friend's mother riding his cock like a sex-starved sixteen-year old vixen, the teenager pumped his hips up and down rapidly, tossing her on his lap, his hands sliding sexily up her body to her breasts, squeezing them. She moaned, her face tilted back, her mouth open and he ran his hands down her sexy back to her buttocks, prising them open, fingering her anus. She gasped and her cunt spasmed on his cock. He gripped her buttocks and jerked her down hard on his cock.

"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock!"

"Yes! OHHHHH uhh yes! Fuck me, Vinod! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she cried, frantic with lust now.

The teenager thrust his cock up into the older woman's cunt as hard as he could. Her loud cry aroused and goaded him. He did again and again, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts hard. It took all he had to contain the eruption of fire from his loins. 

Whimpering and moaning above her young lover, Sunita felt like a callow teenager herself, experiencing sex for the first time. The lad was much, much better than she had dared hope. She gasped and bit her lower lip as his huge cock reared up into her cunt, piercing deep, singeing her cunt-flesh, stretching her cunt wide, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt so that she felt like she was being impaled, like his cock would rip her in two and burst out of her throat. 

On and on he went, grunting heavily, his hands tight on her breasts and then she felt him take in several deep long breaths and slow himself. She moaned softly, dizzying with lust, and marvelled yet again at her young lover's prowess and stamina. She couldn't believe he was still going strong.

"I want to fuck you from behind again," he said, his voice ragged. 

She obeyed at once, slipping off his cock with a thick moan. He got up to kneel behind her, but she stopped him. 

"Not like this," she murmured. 

He looked at her puzzled. Gently, she pushed him back onto his knees with his buttocks resting on his heels, his thighs spread wide. His cock stood out, rampant and proud. 

"That's better ...," she whispered, kissing him, her tongue sliding sexily in and out of his mouth. "Now just wait there ..."

She turned around and, spreading her own legs wide, moved her hips back over his lap. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her cunt and then pushed her cunt back down onto his cock with a loud moan. 

"OHHHHH yes!" she gasped, her head arching up.

She backed her cunt further and further down onto his cock. Behind her, he groaned loudly at the fierce hot convulsions of her cunt on his throbbing cock. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. With his cock fully inside her, she paused and turned her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, seeking his. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her suck on it. His hands squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts. 

"Now wait," she whispered. "Don't move till I tell you to ... let me do the work first ..."

He obeyed and, with a shuddering groan, squeezing her cunt tightly over his cock, she leaned forward, her arms outstretched, slender fingers steepled on the floor. Pausing for a second, she reached up and flipped open the door of the tall wooden cabinet before her, swaying slightly to let it open fully. He gasped. The inside door of the cupboard was a full-length mirror. Over her shoulder, he could see their reflections fully, the expression of raw lust on her face, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her mangalsutra dancing and tossing on her dusky skin. The sight inflamed him even further. He wanted to take charge and fuck her wildly, but she wouldn't let him. She kept moving herself back and forth on his cock. Her moans were loud and obscene.

"OHHHHH uhhh YES Oh fuck yes, Vinod yes! C'mon! Fuck me yes oh god yes fuck me ohh fuck yes oh yes!"

"AHHHHH uhhh yes! Take it!" he gasped as her cunt spasmed violently on his cock, flinging his head back. "Take my cock, you whore!"

He still couldn't believe he was talking to his best friend's mother like this. On and on she went till, relenting only when she was ready, moving forward on her hands and knees and making him draw himself upright on his knees behind her. Whimpering, she eased herself down onto her forearms, pushing her butt up higher against his crotch.

"Now," she gasped. "Fuck me hard Vinod! Fuck me as hard as you can! Hurry!"

Gritting his teeth, panting heavily, struggling to control himself, the teenager clenched the older woman's slender hips and thrust his cock deep into her cunt with a loud cry.

Beneath him, she cried out, too, jerking forward under his thrust. He ran his cock out of her and rammed in again, as hard as he could. Again and again and again. His eyes were glued to their reflection in the mirror: he could see the tormented lust on her face, the way her features crumpled in agonised lust, her breasts, swollen and turgid, pendulous like succulent fruit, bouncing with his thrusts. He managed to hit a rhythm, stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt, savouring the sight in the glass. 

"Yeh! C'mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock!" he gasped.

"Yes yes oh fuck yes oh god yes Vinod yes ohma uh yes uhh yes Vinod yes please ... fuck me ... fuck me baby fuck me ... fuck me harder baby OHHHHHH yes oh god that's so good yes!"

He felt her orgasming and, nearing his own end, he gasped, flinging his head back and gripping her shoulders and jerking her savagely back onto his cock. She cried out under him as her orgasm broke over her body, driving the breath from her throat. His hands swept down to squeeze her breasts. 

The convulsions of her cunt on his cock were too much for him to bear. Moaning, he pulled out of her and shot his load, spattering her back and buttocks with his thick, creamy gunk. Sunita moaned softly. The lad's cum dribbled between her buttocks.

"Put it in again," she moaned. "Put it in again ... slowly ... ahhhh ... mm, oh that's good, Vinod ... that's so good!"

They lay together later in silence, his head on her breast. She caressed him tenderly, stroking his strong back.

"You were wonderful," she murmured, kissing him.

He smiled shyly, reminding him that he was still only a teenager, hardly even a man yet. She thought to herself that he would become a truly wonderful lover before long as he matured and grew stronger. She would walk him along that road. Now she moved sinuously under him again. 

"You want to fuck me some more?" she smiled, kissing him, her legs suddenly spreading on either side of his hips. He felt her cunt-lips at his cock. "You can, you know, if you like. I don't mind. Any way you like."

He looked crushed and she soothed him gently. "Arre, don't worry, baba," she said, laughing softly. "You don't have to. Only if you want to."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course." She smiled warmly. "C'mon, get cleaned up. I'll fix you something to eat."

"Aren't you going to bathe me again?" he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

She cuffed him on his arm. "Enough! You're a big boy now. Surely you can bathe yourself?"

"That's not what you said a little while ago."

"And it may not be what I'll say tomorrow either," she laughed. "Now stop clowning around and do what I say."

"Yes, auntie," he said, in mock obedience.

She pulled him closer suddenly and kissed him, gently caressing his cock. "Tomorrow," she breathed into his mouth. "Tomorrow Vinod, I'll show you something different."

"What?"

"You'll see. Something new and exciting."

"This is exciting enough."

"Even more exciting."

"I want to fuck you again. Now."

"No. Save your strength. You'll need it."

"But you just said I could if I wanted to!" he protested.

"I changed my mind. I've got work to do. Now are you going to get going or do you want me to spank you?"

"Oh, spank me, auntie! Please!" he laughed. "Right here!" He turned around and bent over and presented her his butt.

She laughed and slapped him sharply on the butt. "Idiot! Now will you please get going?"

"Okay, auntie." Again that mocking deference.

"Good boy."

"Yes auntie. I'll be a good boy. For you."

Shaking her head, smiling, she turned and headed for the door. He called out as she reached it and the quiet in his voice made her stop.

"Auntie?"

"Yes?"

"I ... I just wanted to say ... thank you."

Sunita smiled and crossed back to him, kissing him gently. "You don't have to say that, Vinod," she said. 

"Think of it as a special privilege. After all, how many boys do you know who get to fuck their best friend's mother?"

[usaiha2]

Accidental

my name is Pooja and I live in Hyderbad. I was married four years ago. My husband is the manager in large concern. My color is fair and hairs are long up to my back.

My statistics are 38-30-38 . I had been living a rather happy and sexually satisfied married life. I write below my experience when I had sex with my husband’s friend at Chandigarh where we had gone.

It so happened that once my husband was designated to explore the possibilities of opening new manufacturing facility in the industrial belt near Chandigarh and he had to go there for nearly a week to study all the possibilities and regulations. I persuaded him somehow to take me along with him.

Moreover my husband had an old friend named Aman who was settled there and we could even spend some time with his family. I asked my husband to inform him about our program but he wanted to give him surprise and moreover we had to go in any case if he was there or not.

We arrived in Chandigarh and checked ourselves in a hotel where my husband took a suit as he wanted the outer room to use it to meet people and did not want our privacy to be disturbed. When he called his friend Aman, he was excited to have us there after a long time. It was unfortunate that his family had gone to Delhi for some time.

It was a hectic schedule for my husband but still Aman was good enough to give us company and took us to several places whenever we had time. He was extremely nice person, 6ft high and built like a pro athelete. He had that look on his face that gave out his somewhat reckless nature.

Once my husband left early as he had scheduled to see some prospective land and later had an appointment with some people. He hoped to be back early evening so that he wind up all his work as we had planned to leave for Delhi the next day. I was in my room trying to kill the time by watching TV when I heard a knock on the door.

It was Aman there who greeted me, he was here as it was his day off and he wanted to spend the day with us. He was sorry to see my husband not there and started to take a leave when I as had nothing to do asked him to sit for a while so that we fight boredom together. As I asked him what he would like to have, he suggested that it would be better and a change of scene if we sit in the coffee shop and have some tea and snacks.

I picked up my bag and we both came down and walked towards the coffee shop. Surprisingly it was full and there seem to be not a single table free. Aman went to manager who knew Aman being not only regular visitor but also a member of the elite hotel club.

He apologized for his inability to provide any table immediately and offered us a table at the pool side if we wish to go there. Aman looked at me and then consented for a table for us there.

It was a lovely place at the poolside and separate table was arranged for us a little away from the people sunbathing. The pool was surrounded with trees, clear blue water gave an amazing view. Already boys and were swimming and playing with each other.

Mostly were foreigners and they were hugging and kissing while playing. Looking at them made me smile. Aman who was sitting opposite me asked me why was I smiling and I just shook my head. He asked me again if I was getting in a mood to swim and play or what?

I gave out a loud laughter, “swimming here when I have no costume with me, no Aman I was just smiling at the men playing around with their Gfs.” Aman said, “arranging a costume is no big task, if you really wish to take a plunge”, I do not know why but I all of a sudden wanted to swim, it had been years since I had entered water and I wanted to stretch my muscles.

I asked Aman if it was possible to get a costume. He got up and went to the manager, I think he flashed some card and notes and iin no time I saw him bringing at our table two packets. It was a single piece costume for me and a trunk for him.

We both got up and went to the changing room where I removed my shirt, trousers and my undergarments to put on the costume. It was a little tight but still comfortable and showed off my figure well. I came out and went to the shower room which was strangely at the other corner of the pool. Aman too had changed into his trunks that showed off his muscular body too well.

When I came out of the shower, water was dripping from my body and the costume had stuck to my figure like a second skin. I found Aman waiting for me at the railing of the pool and he gave me an admiring look and commented how well I had maintained my figure all these years. I blushed & thanks to him.

We both jumped into the pool and tried to overcome each other, but I was no match for him and in couple of strokes he left me behind. I found that I had lost my stamina while he was regular. he would just pull me down inside the water and swim away from me before I could come to the surface. I too tried to do the same but he was too strong for me.

I do not know why but all these things made me aroused a bit more so because my wet and naked parts of the body were regularly touching his naked body. A few times I found his hands press my boobs too, it was intentional or not, I was not sure. Sometimes he would lift me by holding me through my waist and it was almost as if we were doing a hug there.

When he was holding me up in the water, my butts were touching his groin and I felt a bulge in there. Everything was just turning me on and my body was getting hotter despite being in the water. I wanted him to take me and do more. Later, while relaxing on the deck chairs, I found him constantly looking at my wet body without saying anything.

He left sometime later after we had coffee.

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