Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[meetsriram]

Make Rajeev fuck jaya.

[nadia]

Superb...
I’m so excited for the party!

Let’s see if these two perverts Rajeev and Arjun sir manage to pull off their plans or not.

Absolutely! Stay tuned! Update coming in the next hour or so

[nadia]

I was expecting the transformation of sunita, but the moment it happened was not a mundane one because her husband just now returned from hospital after days. Also she was always hesitant from the beginning when she was having affair with suresh sir but eventually enjoyed the act of intercourse under the spell of suresh sir. Now the transformed sunita for arjun sir, unfettered from her hesitancy  will now be super aggresive, kinky and will explore all sorts of fantasies to the core. It is going to be a feast for rajeev and all of us.

yes glad you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more! More plots are on the way.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION.....






By 8 pm, we arrived at the lavish hotel. The party was already in full swing, a vibrant mix of music, laughter, and elegant decorations. Aunty Jaya and her husband, Aarav, spotted us and immediately approached.

"Sunita, darling!" Jaya exclaimed, embracing my mother effusively. "Aarav, my dear, this is Sunita Mehta and her family. Arvind, her husband. And Rajeev, their son."

Aarav, a rather ordinary-looking man, greeted us with a polite nod and a handshake. He was so ugly that it made me understand why Jaya cheated on him. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," Aarav said, shaking hands formally.

"The pleasure is all ours," my father replied.

"Sunita, darling," Jaya said, turning to my dad, "can I borrow her for a bit? There are some ladies I want her to meet."

"Of course, Jaya," my father replied with a smile, "Go ahead dear. Have fun"

My father immediately struck up a conversation with Aarav. I decided to strike out on my own, scanning the room. I then saw them: Rahul and Priya, walking towards me.

A wave of anger surged through me again, so intense it nearly choked me. I wanted to do something horrible, something rash to that imbecile Rahul. I hate him so much,,so so much aarrggh!!!


He was walking with his girlfriend, Priya, the girl I so desperately craved for. Rahul was holding Priya's hand, and Priya was looking gorgeous in a long, cheetah-print dress.












Her figure completely emphasized by the design, her curves outlined in all their glory. The dress clung to her body, revealing her sexy ass and the gentle sway of her hips. Her boobs were seen slightly.

My mouth went dry. I could feel the saliva welling up in my mouth, the heat rising in my face. My entire body tingled with desire. I just wanted to fuck Priya right there.

"Rajeev!" Rahul greeted me with a slap on the back, oblivious to the anger raging inside me. "Great to see you here!"

"Ooh Rahul!" I managed a strained smile, forcing a pleasant tone into my voice. "Happy Birthday, Priya! You look great!" I told her.

I shook Rahul's hand; my grip was slightly tighter than intended. When I reached for Priya's hand, she hesitated before shaking mine. She remembered how I sucked her pussy and her asshole that day.

As I shook her hand, I deliberately held on a moment too long, my eyes lingering on her chest, my gaze raking over her cleavage. She quickly pulled her hand away, her cheeks flushing slightly. I forced myself to act normal.





"So," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "when did you get back from your grandpa's place, Rahul?"

"Just yesterday," he replied. His mother grounded him for several days after she caught him skipping college.

I continued staring at Priya, who kept ignoring my gaze.

"Priya," I said, forcing a genuine-sounding tone. "Happy birthday. I am so happy for you. I hope you have an amazing time."

"Thank you, Rajeev," she replied curtly, her tone polite but distant. The same distance she always held when she’s near me. The same distant space she always held between her and me when she is with me.

We joined the other guests, but my attention remained glued to Priya. This fucking stupid Rahul, standing beside his girlfriend, had no idea about my past intimacy with Priya. 



Friends, this bitch Rahul doesn't know how I sucked Priya's pussy. How I turned her over and smelled her asshole which was smelling really nice. He thinks I am a good friend. But I am not.

I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir's teaching. I am not a good friend at all. I am pretending to be his friend but I wish bad things to happen to him.

I am his friend but also a secret worst person who wants to take and fuck his girlfriend. I hate you Rahul. I promise you Rahul that you will regret being my friend.

I am not your friend Rahul and I will fuck Priya and you will suffer. You will Cry one day on your bed. I promise you Rahul. I hate you so bad.








Then after the cake was cut and people sang happy birthday song for Priya, Rahul told me that he wants to dance with Priya. I told him ok. 

Then as they danced Priya kept looking at me. She was trying to make me feel jealous as she held Rahul.

It felt like a deliberate provocation, a calculated attempt to ignite my jealousy. A simmering rage started to build inside me; it felt like a personal attack, a form of revenge for my earlier advances. 

She turned slightly, her back to me, and as she moved, the soft flesh of her ass jiggled subtly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. Was she trying to entice me? Was this some kind of game?

I couldn’t bear watching them together any longer. The anger was consuming me. I stormed off to the restroom, locking myself inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection a mask of fury.

"Rahul," I muttered, clenching my fists. "I'm going to make you pay for this. You’re going to regret messing with me." I pounded my fist against the mirror, the sound echoing in the small space. 

"I'll ruin you. You won’t be able to touch Priya, very soon, you will never see her again."

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. I splashed some water on my face and smoothed my hair, trying to regain my composure. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I forced a relaxed smile onto my face. Rahul and Priya were looking for me.

"There you are!" Rahul exclaimed, relief in his voice. "We were looking all over for you!"

"Why?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.

"We wanted you to join us," Rahul said, his voice softer than I expected. "We thought it would be fun to go outside and get some fresh air."

"Sounds good," I replied, my voice steady, although my insides were still churning with anger. "What did you have in mind?", I asked him.

"Let's go get some ice cream," Rahul suggested. "There's a stall just outside."

"Okay," I agreed, my eyes fixed on Priya, who seemed deliberately to avoid my gaze.

We stepped outside. Most of the guests were seated at tables, sipping juices and chatting amongst themselves.

As we moved toward the ice cream stall, I caught a glimpse of my mother sitting alone at a table, nursing a glass of juice. 

My breath hitched in my throat. Arjun Sir approached her silently, placing a small, folded note on the table before turning and walking away without a word. 

My mother’s expression was one of clear annoyance, a subtle flicker of disgust crossing her face.

She stared at the note, her raising her eye brows. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she glanced around cautiously, checking to see if anyone was watching. 

She reached under the table, her hands concealing the note. She opened it quickly, reading the contents hurriedly. Once finished, she read it again, a thoughtful expression clouding her face. 

Then she crumpled the note and tucked it into her bra, quickly darting her eyes to make sure no one noticed.

I desperately wanted to know what Arjun Sir had written. Where was my father, and what would his reaction be if he knew? I looked at the party grounds for him. 

I spotted him far off, engaged in lively conversation with a group of new acquaintances. He seemed entirely oblivious to what was going on. Arjun Sir was sending notes to my mom and my dad doesn't know about it.

"Arjun Sir's plan is working perfectly," I thought to myself, a grim satisfaction settling in my gut. 

He's communicating with my mother in secret, while my father remains blissfully unaware. Something is going to happen tonight. Arjun Sir is going to get my mom.

We got our ice cream. Rahul, with an infuriating nonchalance, kept his arm around Priya's waist throughout, making sure I witnessed it. 

Priya continued to glance at me, ensuring that I felt the sting of her actions.

After a while, the three of us sat down outside nearby trees, far away from the main hall, continuing our conversation.

"I'm starving," Rahul announced shortly. "I need more cake. I will go back to the hall and get some cake"

"I'll go with you," Priya said, clearly wanting to get away from me. She stood up, and I felt a pang of disappointment. 

"Priya, stay here," Rahul said, noticing her intention. "Keep Rajeev company. I'll be back in 10 minutes." He gave her a kiss on the cheek which made me angry.

"Fine," she sighed, reseating herself. She deliberately avoided my eyes, making it clear she'd rather be anywhere else. Rahul left, leaving me and Priya, alone.

“Go, Rahul,” I thought, a malicious grin spreading across my face. "Go, and don't come back. Never come back Rahul, I hate you. I want to fuck your girlfriend Priya tonight”

The air crackled with tension between Priya and me. She sat rigidly, licking her ice cream with deliberate slowness, pointedly ignoring my presence. 

I could feel her animosity toward me; she knows I am a pervert and she didn't want any association with me.

The unspoken words between us were more charged than any conversation could be. This was a battle of wills, and I intended to win.


"Does Rahul make you happy, Priya?" I asked, my voice low and intense. She didn't answer, her gaze fixed on her melting ice cream. I leaned closer, my eyes tracing the line of her beautiful thighs.

They were long and shapely, and the way the fabric of her dress clung to them was incredibly alluring. 

"You're beautiful, Priya," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "Absolutely stunning. And I love you, Priya. I really do."

She didn’t respond, continuing to delicately lick her ice cream. The silence stretched between us, thick and charged.

"I know you were trying to make me jealous," I said, my voice firmer now. "Dancing with Rahul like that… it was a deliberate attempt to provoke me, wasn't it?"

"That's completely wrong," she snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive. "I was just dancing. Don't read things into it that aren't there. And please, stop talking to me, what you did to me last time was wrong" 

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger.

I reached out and took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers. "If it was wrong, then prove it," I said softly, my gaze unwavering.

"Let go of my hand," she demanded, trying to pull away. "This is uncomfortable. Stop touch me, don't you dare start this again on my birthday"

"Did that bitch Rahul ever lick your pussy and your asshole the way I did?" I asked, my voice dropping to a near whisper. My words were pointed, deliberately provocative.

"Yes," she hissed, her face burning with anger. But I knew she was lying. "And what's your point?" She yanked her hand free, her eyes blazing.

"Let me satisfy you, Priya," I whispered, my voice low and urgent. "We're alone here. No one can see us. Let's continue where we left off that day"

A look of utter disgust crossed her face. "That will never happen, it will never and I will not allow it" she said, her voice filled with disdain.

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, throwing her barely touched ice cream into a nearby trash can. Before she could move away, I quickly stood and grabbed her hand.

"Let go of me," she hissed, her eyes wide. "Or I'll tell Rahul."

"Go ahead," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Tell him. But be prepared for the consequences. He'll break up with you. Do you want that? Break up with him and come to me baby?"

She looked at me with astonishment. "I actually want you to tell him so that he can break up with you and I will be here for you. I hate that boy Rahul, I wish he goes away", I said to her.

She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "No, never, let go of me now" she said, her voice barely audible.

Ignoring her protests, I pulled her toward a secluded area near a cluster of bushes and trees, where we were hidden from view. 

"Rahul will be busy for at least ten minutes, Priya" I whispered, my voice dangerously low. "Ten minutes is all we need."

"Leave me alone Rajeev! People will see us Rajeev, stop this nonsense" she cried, struggling against my hold. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm giving you what you want, Priya," I said, my voice a low growl. "I'm making you feel things that Rahul never will. I am going to satisfy you and you will remember me. We have all the time now, this is the chance."

I pulled her closer, until her back was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. "I miss your scent, Priya, you smell like raspberry" I whispered, burying my face in her hair. 

She tried to wriggle free, but my grip was firm.

"We can't do this here, Rajeev don't put me in trouble with my boyfriend" she whispered, her voice strained. "Someone might see us."

"I don't care," I said, my voice rough. "I want him to see that you are in my arms so that he can cry and break up with you", I said.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs caressing her soft skin. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressing against hers with a fervor that surprised even me. 



To my astonishment, she didn't resist that much. It was a soft kiss, tender and hesitant, but there was a spark of something more beneath the surface. 

I broke the kiss, my gaze locked on hers. "I love you, Priya" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

Before she could respond, I kissed her again, my hands moving to the soft flesh of her ass, feeling the silk of her leopard print dress against my skin. 

She didn't protest this time, but there was a definite nervousness underlying her compliance, a fear of being discovered.

She tried to pull away, clearly hesitant to go any further. 

It was then I spotted Arjun Sir's sleek, black Rolls Royce parked just a short distance away. An idea sparked in my mind. "I can fuck Priya in her father's car, this way it will be safe," I whispered.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her toward the car, urging her to duck her head. Surprisingly, she obeyed, her head low as we ran quickly. We reached the car, and I told her to unlock it.

"I don't have the keys," she lied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Don't lie to me, Priya," I said, my voice dangerously low. "I know you do. This is your father's car. Open it or else we will get caught. Do you want us to get caught?"

She glanced around nervously, then quickly fumbled for the keys in her purse. Before she could hand them to me, I snatched them, unlocking the car with a swift movement. 

I pulled her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. The car's tinted windows provided complete privacy, shielding us from the outside world and from that imbecilic Rahul.

I laid her down in missionary position and I kissed her again, this time more passionately. We were nestled in the back seat of the luxurious Rolls Royce, the comfortable leather cushioning us. 

Her kiss was soft, tender at first, then gradually became more urgent, as if surrendering to the moment. She was kind of resisiting.

I began to remove her top, then finally her bra, one by one, kissing the soft skin of her breasts as I sucked them. She let out a soft moan, a sound that both thrilled and unsettled me.


"Aaahh Rajeev, please don't make me do this inside my dad's car, aahhhh uuuhhhh Stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. But it wasn't a forceful protest.

"No," I whispered back, my voice hoarse with desire. "I won't stop. You want this Priya, I know you were thinking of me since that day when I licked your holes"

"Please," she pleaded.
.
"It'll be quick," I murmured, my hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Before that bastard Rahul gets back."

I lifted her dress, revealing her white underwear beneath. They were slightly wet. "Why is your underwear wet?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

She blushed, unable to meet my gaze.

"It means you liked my kiss, didn't you?" I whispered, my voice suggestive.

"No," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "It’s… nothing."

Ignoring her denial, I continued. The silk of her dress moved aside and I saw her pussy, a small patch of dark hair just beginning to emerge.

Her pussy was slightly hairy and fleshy, just as I remembered from that day in her bedroom. "Your pussy," I said, my voice low and husky, "it's… fascinating. It smells… nice. Just like a sexy girl"

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover it with her hand. "Don't," she mumbled, her voice tight with discomfort.

"Why are you hiding it?" I asked, my fingers gently removing her hand.

"It's… embarrassing," she whispered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "It's just… private."

Ignoring her protests, I leaned down, my tongue tracing the contours of her pussy. It tasted slightly sweet, with a hint of saltiness. 

A low moan escaped her lips, "aaahh ssshhh ooohhh Rajeev, aahh nooon aaaaaaaahh"

She tried to stifle the sound, cupping her mouth with her hand, but the moans continued, escaping her in little gasps and whimpers. I savored the taste, my tongue lingering on the sensitive skin. 

She twitched, her body shifting sideways, writhing slightly under the intense sensation.

"Why are you moving around so much?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.

"It… it feels… intense," she gasped, her words punctuated by moans. "It's… so sensitive."

Then my tongue found its way to the edge of her asshole.

"Don't," she cried, her voice sharp with panic. "Don't put your tongue there aaahhhhhhhh please no"

"Why not?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"It's… it's just… disgusting, please why do you love that hole so much? Please just stop" she stammered, her face a mask of embarrassment.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," I said, my voice soft but insistent. "It's all part of it. This asshole of yours is the best" I continued to explore her asshole, circling the entrance.

Surprisingly, her asshole didn’t stink like shit at all. I was actually disappointed. I wanted the shitty smell of her asshole but this day, on her birthday, her asshole was not stinking at all.



Dear friends, you can see how perverted I am thanks to Arjun Sir. Priya's asshole was not stinking like shit and yet I preferred her asshole to stink. I don't know why I am obsessed with Priya's shit smell of her asshole.



I pressed my nose closer, trying to detect any hint of the familiar shitty smell of her asshole.
 

Dear friends, I don't know what happened to me, I was searching for the shitty odor of her asshole. I can't believe I was such a pervert.


Her asshole was clean, almost sterile. She must have washed it thoroughly.

"This is disgusting," she said, her voice choked with revulsion. "Stop it. Please."

"Why isn't it stinky Priya, did you wash your asshole, why did you wash your asshole? I wanted it to stink" I asked, my voice laced with frustration. "This is boring Priya. It's supposed to smell and stink like shit."

"I… I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's much more exciting when it stinks," I said, my voice low and provocative. 

"It adds a certain flavor to it. It really makes this moment alive and exciting. It makes me feel so much. It's… a primal scent, you know?”

"Stop talking like that," she pleaded, her voice strained. "You are making me want to vomit, please just stop this"

I took a deep inhale of her asshole then I sat back, my frustration mounting. "Come here," I said, patting my lap. "Unbuckle my trousers and take care of my dick."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Don't waste time," I snapped. "Do it Priya, or  that idiot Rahul will be back any minute." I unleashed a string of insults, my anger boiling over. "You're a spoiled slut! A stubborn whore…!"

She hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously. "Stop calling me those names, I am not a whore", she snapped back at me.

Then, with a mixture of fear and resignation, she reached for the button of my trousers, her movements surprisingly gentle. 

As her fingers fumbled with the buckle, I ran my fingers through her hair, whispering, “You’re about to taste the best banana in the world, my dear.”

My penis was large, and when she finally pulled my trousers down, it sprang fully erect, shocking her. Her eyes widened in alarm. "I… I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"You will," I growled, grabbing her hand and forcing it around my shaft. "You'll fit it, whether you like it or not. You slut" Another torrent of insults followed, my anger fueling my actions.


Dear friends, remember that I started calling Priya this insulting names because I learnt it from Arjun Sir when he was fucking Jaya, remember? That night when Arjun Sir called Jaya insulting names?


Priya tentatively tried to take my dick into her mouth, but at first, only a small portion went in. I let out a string of curses. "You're doing it all wrong! You slut, you whore! You're not even trying!"

She pulled back, coughing and spitting. "I can’t, how do you expect me to fit all inside my mouth? it’s too…big"

"I want you to take it all the way in," I demanded. "Taste it all."

"Please, no, Rajeev" she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can’t… I really can’t…"

I held her head firmly, forcing her mouth onto my penis. This time, it slid fully inside. 

After sometime, I was actually surprised by her technique. She moved it in and out with a surprising proficiency, as if she had done this before.





"You're… surprisingly good at this," I said, my voice a mixture of anger and grudging admiration. "You’re a naughty little bitch!" 

I forced her to taste my balls next. She kept glancing at the car window, anxious about Rahul's return.

"Concentrate!" I barked.

"Now, get on top," I said, my voice rough. "Ride me. Put my dick inside your pussy, do it now slut"

"This is enough," she protested, her voice shaking. "I’m disgusted. Your… dick… tastes awful."

"You haven't even begun to enjoy it yet," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Wait until you feel it inside your pussy. Then you'll know what real pleasure is."

She resisted, but I was stronger and easily overpowered her. I lifted her onto my lap, her body light and yielding under my weight.

"Put it inside bitch, stop wasting time, you are mine now, you can't escape me," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. "Insert it inside your sexy tight pussy."

"Why are you doing this? I have a boyfriend," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Cheating is fun," I said, my voice a low purr. "Secret affairs are the best. It's so good doing forbidden things and it’s so true. It works every time." I repeated the words, almost admiringly.

Dear friends, I repeated to her what Arjun Sir exactly told me about the fun of doing forbidden things.

She looked at me with utter disgust. "Stop wasting time," I yelled, my patience wearing thin. "You’re a pathetic little whore, I told you I will fuck you and now it the time"

Ignoring her protests, she reached down, her fingers trembling slightly as she guided my penis towards her tight pussy. It was her first time, and she was hesitant, moving slowly, her breathing shallow and rapid.



She closed her eyes, a shudder running through her body as she began to push me inside her. "Take your time, Priya," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging. "Don't rush. Let yourself feel it." 

She let out a small moan, aaahhhhhhh her body tensed, then relaxed slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. "Push it in, Priya," I urged, my voice thick with anticipation. "All the way inside. Let it fill you." 

"I'm trying," she whispered, her voice strained. "I'm really trying, but it's... it's so much."

"I don't believe you're really here with me, touching me, doing all this… and your boyfriend is just ten minutes away," I said, my voice low and suggestive. 

"This is exhilarating isn’t it? This feeling of forbidden pleasure. You’re really enjoying this, aren't you, Priya? I can feel it."

Finally, with a small cry, I was fully inside her. "Good girl," I whispered, praising her effort. My dick was fully inside her.

"You're doing wonderfully. That's it. Sit on it comfortably baby" She let out a moan, a small whimper that quickly escalated into a series of breathless gasps. 



"Aahhh Rajeev please, I can't aaahhh this is my first time having sex please, I can't", she moaned.

 "Slowly now," I said, guiding her movements. "Up and down, slowly... that's it. Feel the rhythm. Let it take you."

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked, watching her carefully.

"No," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I can do this myself. I think I can handle this." 

I was shocked; I expected that she will continue denying me but I was surprised she said she will handle it. It was a powerful shift in our dynamic.


Dear friends, this is a testament that every girl or woman will cheat on their loved ones when they feel a good dick insdie them. Like Arjun Sir told me that all women cheat, I came to know that he was actually telling me the truth.



I settled back, enjoying the sensation of her body moving against mine. She started slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion, but soon she picked up the pace. 

Her movements were tentative at first, almost hesitant, but gradually she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her earlier nervousness replaced by a burgeoning passion. 

I watched the transformation on her face, the shock fading, replaced by a genuine, uninhibited joy. She had completely forgotten she was cheating on that bastard Rahul.

"See?" I whispered, my voice laced with triumph. "I told you, cheating is so much fun Priya! This forbidden act, this betrayal is the best. It's so exciting to break the rules, to defy expectations." I told her.


"Isn't it incredibly so good, Priya? Isn't it thrilling?" I repeated the phrase, savoring the thrill of her surrender, the taste of her transgression.

She didn’t reply, her body now moving with an almost frantic energy, her moans escalating into raw, unrestrained screams. "Aahahh aahhh aahh aaa shhh aooohh ooohhh oohhh"


They were wild, desperate sounds that echoed through the confined space of the car, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. Her movements were getting faster, more desperate, more intense. 


Dear friends, Priya's pussy was adjusting to my cock. I didn't believe how her pussy, getting a fuck for the first time, adjusted to the size of my cock



I reached out, holding her hips to guide her rhythm, subtly increasing the pace. "Faster, Priya. Let yourself go. Feel it, faster baby ooh yes yes,, faster faster aaahhh Priya" I urged.

"Stop," she gasped, her breath ragged. "You're making me go too fast. It's… too much. I can't handle it"

"If I don't go fast, I won't cum," I said, my voice rough with urgency. "And neither will you. You want this, don’t you, Priya? You need this fuck."

Her eyes widened. "Are you going to make me pregnant?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice. "Oh my god. Are you? No I don't want to have your child Rajeev, please no? It's to early"

"Relax," I said, my voice low and reassuring. "I am not going to cum inside you. I'll take care of it. Just focus on the feeling. Let it consume you. "

Reassured, she resumed her rhythmic movements, her body now moving with an almost fast energy. The air in the car grew thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of our sweat and desire. 

Through the slightly tinted window, we both saw Rahul confused, scanning the area as if looking for us.

"There he is," Priya whispered, her voice tight with panic. "Oh god, oh god, he will see us!"

"Just keep going," I whispered back. "Keep moving. That idiot won't notice. He won't be able to tell." My words were meant to calm her, to reassure her.

But her nervousness persisted. "We need to finish," she pleaded. "Please, let's finish. I can’t do this anymore. I’m terrified. Don't run my relationship with him please, finish"

"Don't worry about getting caught," I urged. "Just concentrate on the feeling. Let the pleasure overwhelm everything else. Forget about him. Just focus on us." She continued jumping up on my cock.

Then after a while I told her, "Now, bend over," I instructed, changing our position. "I want to fuck your asshole."

She hesitated, placing a finger over her anus. "No no no, please I can't do this, please don't force me", she cried. 

"Why?" I asked, my voice low. "You were doing so well. I think your sexy asshole will be even better you slut! I promise, just spread your ass cheeks Priya, be a good girl now"

Dear friends, this is another scenario where I was influenced by Arjun Sir's behavior of always fucking a girl in the ass. Friends, you remember him telling me that I must fuck a woman in the anus?

He told me that a girl's asshole is for fucking only, so I am following his order and now I want to fuck his daughter in her asshole which is virgin. He told me in every sex, I must fuck a girl in the asshole.

And that is what I am about to do to Priya, his daughter.

"It'll… it'll hurt, Please I have never done this" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m not sure I can handle that."

"Bitch I told you I'll be quick," I said, my voice a low murmur. "Just let me finish. I’ll make it fast. I promise. I have a lube, spread your ass cheeks"

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’ll really hurt. I know it will. Rahul is suspecting please Rajeev, stop just stop"

"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to using her front door again. "Let's finish this, then. Let's finish this properly. I will fuck your asshole for another day." 

I guided my penis back inside her pussy and continued to pound her, faster and harder this time. Her screams intensified, a mixture of pain and pleasure.




I held her mouth, my lips pressed against hers, and whispered in her ear, as she looked outside looking at Rahul who kept looking for us.

"Look at your sweet Rahul, looking for you while we’re here with me fucking your pussy", I told her as I kept fucking her.


Dear friends, it was so good seeing the foolish Rahul looking for his girlfriend while I am in the Rolls Royce fucking his girlfriend's pussy.


"Your boyfriend, that silly boy, is searching for you, utterly oblivious, and we are here creating this delicious cheating sex, this forbidden pleasure. Isn't betraying your boyfriend feel so good, Priya, tell me baby?"

She didn't reply she just kept moaning while I cupped her mouth.

"This moment of intense passion, this forbidden betrayal?" 

She continued to glance nervously towards Rahul, her expression a mixture of guilt and excitement. I smiled, enjoying her conflicted emotions. 

Without warning, I pulled out, cumming on her back. I groaned loudly, releasing my tension. She collapsed onto the seat, gasping for breath. 

I leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the taste of her sweat and passionate lips.

She quickly adjusted her dress, frantically trying to erase any evidence of our encounter. "Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, my voice amused.

"We need to go back to Rahul," she said, her voice breathless. "Or he'll suspect something. Button your shirt. We need to act normal." She kept insisting, pushing me to get cleaned up.

"Calm down," I said, my voice calm. "We’re fine. Your boyfriend is an idiot, he will not notice anything"

She pulled a mirror from her purse and started remaking her hair, trying to look as though nothing had happened. 

She wanted to ensure that no spot on her gave any indication that she had been intimate with me.

She spotted my still-unbuttoned trousers. "Button your trousers," she said urgently. "Please. And quickly. We need to act normal, really normal."

"I'll walk like this," I said, smiling at her frantic efforts.

"No, button it," she insisted, her tone sharp with urgency. "Rajeev, don't ruin my relationship, button your trousers now, we can't risk"

I obeyed, buttoning my trousers while smiling. We walked out of the car, she then locked it.

Then we walked casually towards Rahul, who was still searching for us, completely oblivious to the passionate encounter we had just shared in the backseat of Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce.



Rahul’s brow furrowed as his eyes landed on Priya and me. Confusion painted his face. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity.

Priya stammered, her words tripping over each other and nervous giggles. "We… we were just… um… talking, uuh yes just uuuh talking" she managed, her eyes darting nervously between Rahul and me.

I stepped in before the situation could go further. "We got a little sidetracked," I said smoothly, my voice confident and reassuring. "There was this… fascinating tree that was located there".

I pointed, right exactly where I took Priya to kiss her, next to that tree.

"So I just dared Priya to climb it"

"But it took you this long?" Rahul questioned, his gaze lingering on Priya, his expression still tinged with uncertainty. 

It was a look I knew well, the look of a foolish boy who loved and trusted his girlfriend. A look that I was systematically destroying.

Priya, got scared by the direct question, attempted another explanation, but her words lacked conviction. "Yes, it was… uh… really quite captivating," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

I intervened again. "Yes, we were, yes...uummm..I just challenged her to climb that tree, then I climbed too" I said, lying to him.

Rahul nodded slowly, his confusion seemingly appeased by my explanation, yet a shadow of doubt still flickered in his eyes. His gaze shifted to our drenched clothes, and his eyebrows shot up. 



Dear friends, I loved how me and Priya, his girlfriend, lied to him. It was so good lying to him. I hate Rahul so much that I fucked his love of his life, Priya, the cute sexy girl and here we are lying to him. 

OOh Priya's cheating and betraying Rahul feels so good to me. I felt so proud. OOh yess forbidden things are so good.



"Why are you both sweating so much?" he asked.

"Well," I began, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, "it was incredibly humid where we were standing next to that tree and the tree climb was so challenging that's why we both sweat, right Priya?", I told him.

"Yes yes....uuhh.. yes climbing that tree was a tough job, that's why we sweated", Priya agreed with me.


Priya, however, was a different story. Her legs trembled visibly, her hands shaking uncontrollably. The fear radiating from her was palpable, a stark contrast to her strained calmness. 

It was a fear born of the knowledge that her good betrayal of Rahul was hanging precariously by a thread, ready to unravel at any moment. She was terrified of Rahul discovering her cheating on him.


Rahul's gaze shifted from me to Priya, his expression growing more concerned. "Are you alright, Priya?" he asked gently. His concern was genuine.

"Yes my love, I am alright" Priya replied to Rahul. I felt angry when Priya called him "my love". I didn't want to hear anything like that. I am a jealous and a pervert person. I want to destroy her love for this fucker called Rahul.

His gaze dropped to the bottom of Priya's dress, where a small, white stain was visible. It was my sperm.

"What's that white substance there?" he inquired, his voice a neutral tone that hinted at a growing suspicion. 

Priya glanced down, her eyes widening in horror. With a swift, nervous movement, she rubbed the stain away, her trembling hands betraying her nervousness. I smiled.

"Oh, that," she stammered, "that's just… uh… some… spilled ice cream. I dropped a cone earlier," she lied, her voice a thin tremor. I felt really good as she lied to him.

"Is that so?" Rahul asked, his tone still even but his eyes now intensely focused on Priya's shaking form. The trembling was now almost violent. Her fear was screaming.

"Yes," Priya managed, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes were wide and pleading, begging me to help her.

I knew I had to act fast. Priya was on the verge of a complete breakdown. The situation was teetering on the brink of exposure.

"Rahul," I said, speaking quickly and calmly, "Priya seems to be getting cold. She's shivering quite a bit. Why don't you give her your jacket?"

Rahul, noticing Priya’s intensified trembling, didn't hesitate. He removed his jacket, his concern outweighing his suspicions. He dbangd it over Priya's shoulders. 

Watching her shiver, it was apparent that her shaking had less to do with cold and more to do with the overwhelming fear of being discovered. 

I suppressed a smirk. Rahul, in his innocence, was completely oblivious to the betrayal Priya did to him which was something I was proud of. 



"Such a foolish boy," I thought to myself. "If me and my lovely Priya can lie to his face, and he believes us, I can have Priya cheat on him every day. He’ll never know."



"Okay," Rahul said, relieved to see Priya seemingly settling down. "I wanted you guys to come to the hall. There's more cakes left."

"Ohh really? That's sounds fun" Priya said.

"I'm really tired," I said, pretending to be exhausted. "I think I'll just rest for a bit."

"Okay," he replied. "Priya, let's go."

Priya started to walk towards Rahul, her body still visibly trembling. 

I moved quickly, I pulled her close, whispering into her ear "Next time, I'm fucking your asshole, make sure you prepare it for me," I hissed, my voice low and menacing.

I gave her sexy ass a sharp smack, squeezing her flesh forcefully before releasing her. 


Dear friends, you can see how I am obsessed with fucking the ass of Priya in the coming days. This again was taught to me by Arjun Sir. Earlier before I met Arjun Sir, I used to think asshole fucking is disgusting.

But after he taught me immorality and very nice way of being a pervert, I started liking ass fucking. Even though I have never fucked asshole, I was planning very eagerly to fuck Priya's asshole and also smell her shit. 

Tonight, I didn't get to smell Priya's shitty smell of her stinky asshole. I was disappointed. But next time, I know I will get that tasty shitty smell of her asshole. I am a pervert.


 

I watched as her hips swayed, the movement amplified by her nervous gait, a testament to the adrenaline coursing through her. A triumphant grin spread across my face. 

I was the winner today. I had an affair with the girlfriend of a boy I hate, Rahul.

Feeling drained from the intensity of the encounter, I finally retreated to the hall.

I saw my mother sitting with with Arjun sir, engaged in an animated conversation. My father joined them, his expression was somehow.......................

[meetsriram]

Make jaya fucked by rajeev and then 3some between priya, jaya and rajeev

[Boobsucker1994]

Wow, waiting to see arjun sir banging sunita with some real images

[Boobsucker1994]

Will arjun sir succeed in corrupting her and erasing her love for her husband and make her completely his property

[Desmond Miles]

Will comment after the whole party event is over, bro.. Just loving it btw.. <3

[Blackdick11]

Rajeev finally managed to fuck priya while rahul was away.
even though ten minutes wouldn't have enough for him.... 
let's see if Arjun can also fuck Sunita.
before he fucks her really hard, 
I'd like to see some steamy moments between them where he seduces her under the table, with arvind sitting beside her.

[nadia]

Will arjun sir succeed in corrupting her and erasing her love for her husband and make her completely his property

Stay tuned  to find out!!

[nadia]

Rajeev finally managed to fuck priya while rahul was away.
even though ten minutes wouldn't have enough for him.... 
let's see if Arjun can also fuck Sunita.
before he fucks her really hard, 
I'd like to see some steamy moments between them where he seduces her under the table, with arvind sitting beside her.

Absolutely!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION










I made my way towards where my mother and Arjun sir were seated. I noticed Arjun sir leaning in towards my mother. 

My mother kept glancing around nervously, as if checking to see if my father was watching.  It looked as if she was telling Arjun Sir not to get closer to her.

As I approached, they both subtly shifted, creating a little more distance between them, their earlier closeness instantly erased.

Arjun sir greeted me with a knowing wink. "Ooh, fellow friend," he said, his voice laced with suggestive amusement. "You enjoyed yourself, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was eventful."

"Where were you Rajeev?" my mother asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. She looked at me expectantly.

I was about to say "Priya," but I quickly corrected myself. "I was with Rahul," I said, avoiding the risk of revealing too much. "We were enjoying ice cream outside."

Then I had the idea of taking a picture of both my mom and Arjun Sir. "Mom let me take a photo of you both, you look good". My mom at first was nervous and uncomfortable with the idea.

"What? a...a photo?", my mom asked me. Then Arjun Sir said, "Cmon Sunita, it's just a photo. Let him take one for us to remember this day"

Then my mom didn't want to look rude so she just accepted. I saw Arjun Sir getting really close to my mom and wrapping his right hand over her right shoulder. My mom didn't even smile for the photo.

This is because she felt nervous.




Before I could explain further, my father emerged from behind me. His eyes instantly landed on my mother and Arjun sir, their closeness together but more innocent.

Dear friends, I don't know how my mom all of a sudden decided to sit and talk with Arjun Sir. Was this man so manipulative in this way? But one thing was for sure, my mom sometimes just loves to make friends.

However, she doesn't love making male friends who are always intending to seduce her yet she is married. That is why she was trying to stay far from the pervert and evil Arjun Sir.

All the time when I was fucking Priya, don't know what Arjun Sir and my mom were conversing about. But one thing was for sure that my mom was no interested in him.




My father, bless his trusting soul, didn't know about the flirtation that had taken place moments before. He trusted my mother implicitly.

The idea of her cheating on him never even crossed his mind. He simply didn't see Arjun sir's lust or interest in my mother. 

But guess what, my dad somehow is a fool just like my friend Rahul, he doesn't know that my mom cheated him long time ago with Sir Suresh.

And now, most probably, if Arjun Sir succeeds, she will cheat on my dad for the second time.

However, a seed of doubt was planted, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.

Arjun sir, with a practiced ease said to my dad, "I believe I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you," he said, extending his hand. "I’m Arjun."

"I’m Sunita’s husband, Arvind" my father responded, his voice firm but friendly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arjun. I've heard so much about you from my son, Rajeev." 

He smiled warmly, his gaze shifting between Arjun and my mother. 

I chimed in, eager to support the innocence of Arjun Sir. "Dad, Arjun sir is the one who bought me the new phone! The one I’ve been raving about." I said. My mom also smiled when I said this.

"He's unbelievably generous, isn't he?" , my voice brimming with forced enthusiasm. 

I wanted my dad to be reassured by the seemingly innocent gesture, cementing in his mind the idea of Arjun as a generous, friendly acquaintance.



Dear friends, I was a pervert person. I was trying my best to give the impression that Arjun Sir, the pervert man, was like an angel. But deep inside, it was like I was supporting my dad to be cheated on for the second time.

But did my mom already cheat on my dad for the second time when she accepted the gifts from Arjun Sir? Friends, you can answer that for your own selves.




And to my liking, my dad just believed me.

"Really? That’s very kind of you, Arjun," my father said, his gaze softening. He looked at Arjun with a renewed sense of gratitude. 

“Thank you for your generosity,” he added. He seemed convinced by my words and the seemingly harmless interaction. 

But I, his son, knew better. I knew the true face behind Arjun’s carefully crafted pretence of kindness. He was showing kindness so that he can get my mom, my dad's wife.

My father turned his attention to my mother. "Sunita, how did you meet Arjun?" He asked, his voice still pleasant.

My mother’s hands trembled slightly as she responded. "I… I met him through Rajeev," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

The tremor in her voice betrayed her nervousness, a fact that went unnoticed by my seemingly oblivious father. 

Arjun sir, however, seemed to notice. His eyes flickered with a glint of something; perhaps satisfaction, perhaps impatience.

Arjun sir turned to my father, his smile warm and engaging. "Enjoying Priya's birthday party?, she is my daughter" he asked. . 

His words were designed to foster a sense of fake friendship between himself and my father. 

"Yes, it's been a lovely evening, your daughter Priya is such a darling" my father replied. He was genuinely enjoying the party, not knowing the true intentions of why Arjun Sir invited us to this party.

Arjun sir leaned forward, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Perhaps one day we should arrange a family get-together? It would be nice to get to know each other better." He told my dad.

Arjun Sir subtly glanced at my mother, a silent acknowledgment of their shared understanding.

My father turned to my mother, seeking her opinion. "What do you think, my love?"

My mother, seemingly caught off guard, her silence amplified by the tension in the air. 

"I… I think that would be… nice," she stammered, her voice barely audible. 

Her words, although agreeing to the suggestion, were laced with an almost palpable anxiety.

Arjun sir, maintaining the amiable façade, turned back to my father. "So, I am a business man, I own a rather large company," he casually mentioned. 

"A multi-billion dollar one, in fact.” He said it as if it was an afterthought. He smiled, a deliberate tactic to impress my father.

Both my mother and father were visibly surprised. My mother's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of impressed admiration fleeting across her face. 


Dear friends, my mom now understood that why Arjun Sir bought her those very expensive gifts that night. She understood that Arjun Sir owned a multi billion company. Something told me that my mom was quite impressed by him.



My father's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Woow, you seem like a successful person sir", my father replied.


The subtle shift in dynamics was noticeable, a silent acknowledgment of Arjun’s wealth and the influence that came with it.

I observed Arjun sir looking at my father with a veiled expression of anger.

He wanted my father gone; he craved the moment he could be alone with my mother, to pursue his lust intentions. 


After a while, Arjun sir spoke again, his voice smooth and deliberate. "Let me get you both some juice," he offered to my father, his smile almost too friendly. 

"And Rajeev, you look like you could use one too. Some apple juice would be perfect."

I replied, "Yes sir, I need one too"

My father said slightly. "I'm fine, really,". But Arjun sir persisted, his charm offensive relentless.

"Cmon Arvind," he insisted. "It's the least I can do. Rajeev, you want some juice, right?" he asked me, turning his attention to me.

Mom told Arjun Sir, "My young kid really loves juice, he loves to eat and drink all the time, you can bring him one, hehehehe"

"Yes, please, dad you can have one too" I said, playing along. The air shifted, and even my father chuckled. "Well, if my son wants juice then I suppose I can't argue," he said good-naturedly. 

The four of us laughed, the tension momentarily diffused.




Dear friends, I had a suspicion lingered in my mind. Why was Arjun sir so insistent on getting my father juice? 




It felt strangely… calculated. Arjun Sir gave me a wink. "Rajeev, could you give me a hand?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, already sensing the subtle manipulation at play. I understood that this was a well-calculated move.


Once we were far from my parents, Arjun sir's demeanor shifted. "It’s going well, isn’t it?" he said, his eyes gleaming with a chilling confidence.

"But the party’s almost over," I said. "How will you get Mom alone, with Dad still here?"

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Don’t worry about that. I'll get your mother tonight. You know I love being an evil person and my evil will succeed." 


Dear friends, you can now understand that me and Arjun Sir are evil people, we are perverts, we are immoral and all we think about is doing forbidden things.

I don't know why but forbidden things are so good to do. Me and him we just love to fuck girls or women who are not legally ours. I fuck Rahul's girlfriend and Arjun Sir intends to fuck my mom, not legally his wife.



He paused, his eyes lingering on me. "Your mother is so beautiful, Rajeev. I've been wanting her for so long. I must get her tonight, I don't care what happens."

A strange, unsettling thrill ran through me as he spoke. 

This wasn't a feeling of disgust; it was something far more filthy and deeply rooted in immorality he had taught in me and I loved it.

He produced four glasses and a bottle of apple juice. He filled two cups. "This is for you and your mother," he said, handing the two to me.

"What about Dad’s juice?" I asked.

"I'll take care of that, don't worry about it" he said, his tone firm. 




Dear friends, what was Arjun Sir hiding? Why would he insist on delivering my father's juice himself? Is he about to do something that is so pervert?



I took my juice and my mother's juice and headed toward them, taking a sip of my juice on the way. I gave the drink to my mother.

"Thank you, my son," my mother said, her eyes warm with gratitude.

"Arjun sir will bring your juice, Dad," I told my father.

"Alright," my father replied, his gaze fixed on the conversations with my mom.

I placed my empty cup on the table. "Mom, I'm going to the washroom," I announced.

"Don't take too long, dear. The party's winding down, and people are leaving," my mother replied.

"I won’t," I said, trying to sound casual.


Then from the corner of my eye, I saw Arjun Sir secretly removing a small sachet from his pocket. It was white, and I could make out a powdery substance inside. 

What was that? I asked myself. Arjun Sir looked around cautiously, checking if my father was watching, before expertly pouring the white substance into my father's glass.


I didn't care what Arjun Sir was doing. I was a pervert, an immoral boy—a product of Arjun sir's immoral teachings. 

I watched, with a sickening fascination, as he took the glass to my dad.
 

Then, he handed the glass to my father, a smile playing on his lips.

The three of them sat down. I went to the washroom, then came back and stood myself at a distance, carefully observing their interactions. 

I saw Arjun sir look at my father, waiting for him to take a sip of the evil juice. 

My father, engaged in conversation with my mother and Arjun, hadn't touched his drink yet.

Arjun sir, impatient, made some gestures urging my father to drink. Finally, my father picked up his glass and took a sip. 

I watched Arjun sir, a cruel smile plastered on his face, encouraging him to drink more. 

My mother was completely unaware of what was happening. 

And I, equally disturbingly, found myself smiling along. I was excited, even though I knew something naughty.


I joined my mother, father, and Arjun sir at a table near the end of the party. My dad looked pale, his skin clammy with perspiration. He was dabbing his forehead with a tissue due to sweating.

"Baby, are you alright?" Mom asked Dad, her voice laced with concern. 

"I don't feel so good," Dad replied, his voice weaker than usual. "I have a terrible headache, and my stomach… it feels really strange. It's making me feel weak and dizzy. I don't know why this is so sudden"

"What's wrong explain to me, honey?" Mom pressed, her voice now edged with alarm. "Tell me exactly what’s happening. You don’t look well at all.” 

She was clearly worried and concerned.


Dear friends, something tells met that whatever Arjun Sir added to my dad's drink was making my dad feel unwell. Remember friends, this was the same tactic used by Sir Suresh earlier. Did Sir Suresh learn this habit from Arjun Sir?

Because Arjun Sir seems an expert in this schemes and deception of evil.



"I don't know," Dad admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like… a burning feeling, a sharp pain that comes and goes. It's really uncomfortable, and I feel quite nauseous. I'm also sweating a great deal." 

He doubled over slightly, his hand instinctively moving to his abdomen.

Arjun sir, rather than directly asking about Dad's condition, offered a seemingly casual suggestion. "Perhaps you should finish your drink," he said smoothly, gesturing towards Dad's glass with a subtle. 


Dear friends, I didn't believe what Arjun Sir told my dad. He was actually encouraging my dad to finish the drink which he (Arjun Sir) spiked it with white powder. He wanted my dad to finish the drink so that it could take full effect.

OOhhh this Arjun Sir is really a pervert. Doing all this just to get my mom for the night.



"It might settle your stomach. The apple juice; perhaps it might soothe the discomfort." His words carried a hidden agenda.

Dad listened to Arjun Sir and he took the glass and completely drank it all. He then grimaced, the pain clearly intensifying. "My stomach hurts," he groaned, his voice strained. 

"It's a really bad pain, and it's spreading. It feels like it's twisting and burning. But I will handle it" He was struggling to control his discomfort.


Mom sprang to her feet, her concern overriding any lingering hesitation. "Oh, honey, this isn't right," she exclaimed, her voice rising with alarm. "You need to see a doctor immediately. This is far too much pain; you need help." 

She didn't know that the person who is making her husband unwell is just next to her, Arjun Sir, the good pervert, my role model.

Arjun sir, however, placed a hand on mom's arm, gently but firmly restraining her. "Sunita, relax," he said calmly, his voice smooth and soothing. 

"Let him rest for a moment. Let’s not overreact. It might just be a minor stomach upset. Just take it easy." 

Mom hesitated, her worry evident in the trembling of her hands. "Will he be fine?", mom asked Arjun Sir. "Yes, this is normal, he will just be fine", he said.

"Dad, does this feel like that time you were sick a month ago?" I asked, a growing suspicion forming in my mind. 

"Yes," Dad groaned, his voice laced with pain. "It's exactly the same… only… worse. Much worse this time." He was clearly in significant distress.

Arjun sir, sensing the changing dynamics of the situation, stood up abruptly. "Let's get this resolved promptly," he declared. "How exactly are you feeling now? Can you describe it in more detail? Be precise." 

His tone was authoritative, almost demanding, he was pretending to be helpful but he had other sinister agenda. 

"It’s a burning, twisting pain," Dad said, his voice strained and weak. "It’s spreading from my stomach to my chest. I feel intensely nauseous and I’m sweating profusely. I feel dizzy and weak as well. I’m losing strength." 

His face was pale, his eyes clouded with pain.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Arjun sir declared authoritatively. "Immediately. This situation needs immediate attention. There’s no time to waste." 

His words, however, sounded more like orders than concern, a thinly veiled attempt to control my dad. He looked at me and he winked.

Dad, who had always held Arjun sir in high regard due to his wealth and influential status, looked uncertain. 

"Are you sure, Arjun? Is it really necessary? Perhaps it’s not that serious." My dad said, his concern was less about his immediate health and more about the practical implications of seeking immediate medical assistance.

"Absolutely," Arjun insisted, his voice firm and unwavering. "It's crucial that we act swiftly. Delaying could have serious consequences. This requires immediate medical attention." Arjun Sir was hiding his true motives.



Dear friends, Arjun Sir's true motive was to get my dad away and finally fuck my mom and by the look of things, his plans were going good.

Mom, her worry escalating, spoke urgently. "He's been feeling unwell for a couple of weeks now," she explained, her voice edged with anxiety. "I thought he was just tired, but this... this is far worse than anything before." 


My suspicion solidified. Dad's sudden, severe illness wasn't a coincidence; it was directly linked to what Arjun sir had done earlier. There was no other explanation.


"We have to take him to the hospital, now!" Mom declared, panic rising in her voice. She stood abruptly, her face pale and her hands trembling. "This is simply too much; he needs immediate medical attention. We can't wait any longer."

"Your wife is absolutely correct," Arjun sir stated smoothly, maintaining his composure, while subtly moving closer to my mother. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately. There is no time to waste. This is a medical emergency." 



Dear friends, this man Arjun Sir was really determined tonight to have my mom all on his own. But will he succeed? The way things are going, I think he will.



Arjun sir, feigning concern, helped Dad to his feet, supporting him as he stood shakily. "Let's get you to the car," he said. 

"Where are you taking him?" Mom asked, her voice filled with anxiety, yet her trust in Arjun still held her back.

"To the hospital, of course," Arjun replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'll drive. My Rolls Royce is the fastest way. We need to get him there as quickly as possible." 

His words were designed to appear helpful, but his true intentions were masked by a veneer of concern.


Dear friends, knew, with absolute certainty, that Arjun sir's plan was unfolding flawlessly. He was systematically removing my father from the situation, creating the perfect opportunity to be alone with my mother. 

His carefully constructed façade of concern was beginning to unravel, revealing a sinister agenda beneath the surface.

Dad, still in considerable pain, turned to Mom. "Come with us, baby," he mumbled, his voice weak and strained.

Mom grabbed her purse, her movements hurried and anxious, yet she seemed strangely subdued, almost paralyzed by a mix of fear and trust in Arjun sir's apparent concern. 


Dear friends, this was a calculated move by Arjun Sir to create an impression on my mom that he is a good man after all. Even if he seduced her and bought her panties and bra as a gift, he is a good man.

But in reality, Arjun Sir was a pervert, he couldn't stand the sight of seeing my mom and dad together. He wanted to break he bond of my mom and dad. He is a family breaker. He loves forbidden things.

My mom and dad were married for over 23 years and Arjun Sir was just about to break that bond in just a few hours.

We all moved towards the exit, the celebratory atmosphere of the party now a distant memory, replaced by a palpable sense of urgency and fear. 

Most people inside the party were not really concerned because we didn't create a scene. Arjun Sir kept the situation just normal.


Arjun sir handed me his car keys to open his car.



We left the party. Arjun sir unlocked his Rolls Royce. He helped my father into the car. Mom and I got in the back seat.

"It'll be alright, honey," Mom said, holding Dad's hand. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Just try to relax."

"Darling, don't worry, it is fine, just a simple headache and stomach upset," Dad whispered while smiling at mom., his breath shallow. 


"But, I don't know what's wrong with me. This pain... it's unbearable. It's twisting and burning." He shuddered, his body trembling slightly. 

Arjun sir started the car. "Sunita, try to relax," he said calmly holding her hand. "Everything will be fine. He'll receive excellent care at the hospital. The best doctors will be taking care of him." 

He tried to convey a sense of reassurance but his plans were halfway successful. The plan to have my mom with him on the bed.

"Believe me, everything is going to be just fine, Sunita. Don't you worry about a thing. Just focus on remaining calm and composed. Everything will be fine."

Mom was still visibly agitated. "This pain... it's been getting worse for weeks," she said, her voice tight with worry. "I thought he was just tired, but this is... this is so much worse than before." My dad just smiled at how worried she is.

Perhaps, this showed my dad that my mom really loves him so much. But dad doesn't know that my mom who loves him so much is also being wanted and chased by the person sitting next to him, Arjun Sir.




Her voice was filled with self-reproach and concern. "What if something serious has already developed? Oh, what am I going to do?" she said.

Arjun sir nodded calmly. "I know, Sunita. That's precisely why we need to get him to the hospital right away. Let the doctors thoroughly assess his condition and provide him with the best possible treatment."

My dad then said to Arjun Sir, "Leave her, she is just always worried about nothing, heheeh"

This made Arjun Sir to also laugh. My mom playfully slapped my dad on the shoulder.



We arrived at the hospital. The emergency room was busy. Arjun sir helped Dad out of the car. He was pale and weak. A nurse rushed to assist.

"Sir, what's wrong?" the nurse asked, efficiently assessing Dad. "Tell me exactly what is happening, and try to be as precise as possible."

"Severe stomach pain," Dad groaned, his voice weak. "It started earlier, a burning pain spreading to my chest. I’m nauseous, dizzy, sweating profusely. It’s getting much worse." 

His breathing was becoming labored. 

"I understand, sir," the nurse said, calmly checking his pulse. "We’ll get you checked out immediately. Please try to remain calm and breathe deeply. We will give you something for the pain as soon as we can get you into a cubicle."

Mom, beside herself, held Dad's hand tightly. "It's alright, honey," she whispered. "We're here now. The doctors will help you. Everything will be fine, I promise." 

A doctor came and assessed dad while we were in the ward.

"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked, pressing gently. "Describe the pain. It’s important that you provide as much detail as possible regarding its nature, its intensity, and where you feel it." 

Dad started saying, "Sharp, then dull… like burning, twisting… It comes and goes but is getting steadily worse. It's almost unbearable; I’m in so much pain." His words were laced with pain.

"I see," the doctor said, making notes. "We must run additional tests." He spoke calmly, his words conveying professionalism, reassuring my mother somewhat. "We need to investigate thoroughly so we can get to the root of the problem."

"What should we do?" Mom asked, her voice edged with desperate hope. "What’s going on? What is the problem?"

"It's too early to say for certain," the doctor said. "But we need to run the tests and keep him for observation overnight. It’s essential that we monitor his condition to rule out the possibility of more serious conditions."

"Overnight?" Mom cried. "But... he needs to go home." She was clearly distressed. "I don’t understand why this is necessary, it feels so wrong. I don’t want to leave him here alone."

Arjun sir put a hand on Mom's arm. "Sunita, the doctor is right," he said quietly, yet his voice carried a strangely authoritative tone. 

"He needs proper care and monitoring. He’ll be in the best possible hands here. It’s crucial that he receive proper medical care. Everything will be alright. Just have faith that they’ll provide the best possible care for him. Trust me, they’ll take care of him." 


By now, I knew that Arjun Sir, the pervert, was now 95% succeed in his mission. I also told mom that we should listen to the doctor. Then Arjun Sir held my mom and sat with her down. He was hugging her and my mom slightly hugged him.


He was comforting her and mom had to listen to him. I saw Arjun sir wink at me. Then he told my mom, "Sunita, let me take you to your home, it's pretty late"....................................

[Blackdick11]

Still have a doubt that Arjun's plan will succeed flawlessly.
Let's wait and see how it plays out.

[Kundi lover]

Arjun sir is almost there. What was written in the bit paper which arjun sir gave to mom? Whether it had the plan of admitting her husband to the hospital? Waiting for next...

[meetsriram]

Bro, you forgot about Jaya, she is also there in the party. Make Rajeev fucks Jaya infront of Rahul.

[nadia]

(( FRIENDS, THIS PART IS INTERESTING. I CHALLENGE YOU GUYS TO READ THIS PART WORD BY WORD))





The three of us climbed into the Rolls Royce. The drive home was short, but Mom's worry was palpable. She sat beside Arjun sir in the front seat, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. 

When we arrived home, Mom immediately got out of the car, her movements hurried, her eyes darting around as if she was half-expecting something. She turned to Arjun sir.

"Thank you, Arjun," she said, her voice sincere yet hesitant. "Thank you so much for everything. For helping Rajeev's father. For taking him to the hospital. You were so helpful", 

Arjun just kept staring at my mom in lust.

"I don't know what we would have done without your help. You are such a good man, Arjun." Mom said.

Arjun sir smiled warmly, "It was my pleasure, Sunita," he replied, his voice smooth and even. A woman like you deserves all this and even more.", he said.

"Rajeev's father is a good man, and I wouldn't hesitate to assist anyone in need. Consider it a small gesture of my friendship. I'm always happy to help those close to me."


"Thank you, Arjun sir," I said, adding my voice to Mom's gratitude. "For everything. You really saved the day. You are a very kind and generous person to have done all this." 

I offered my sincere gratitude, yet deep down, I was actually helping Arjun Sir in his evil plans of fucking my mom inside our house. Me and him are world renowned perverts with immorality.

Arjun sir responded with a gracious smile. "You're very welcome, Rajeev, you are like my son. I’m just glad I could be of assistance."

"Consider it my pleasure. I am always happy to help my friends, and always willing to contribute whenever I possibly can." 


Dear friends, I actually wished that Arjun Sir was my dad. I love how he taught me the nice way of becoming a pervert. I love how he guided me to become a pervert.

I was tuned in to his way of choosing the path of forbidden things, being unholy and doing immorality things.






"Mom, see I have always told you that Arjun Sir is a good man," I told Mom as we walked towards the house. "He really helped Dad." 

She looked at me with a gentle smile, her expression one of profound gratitude.

"Yes beta," she replied softly. "He is. He has a good heart." She said as she looked at Arjun Sir smiling.

"Mom, can I have the house key?" I asked. She gave it to me. I unlocked the door. “Arjun, please do come in. We’re happy to have you.”

As Mom walked ahead of Arjun sir, I saw him gaze at her big ass, his eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed, the subtle movement of her fat ass flesh. 

Her body seemed to glide, her steps smooth and graceful, and her fat ass moved rhythmically with each step, her flesh gently undulating, jiggling slightly with each movement. 








The way he was looking at her juicy ass, while licking his lips came across to me that he is really going to do something with my mom's ass tonight.

"Can I make you some coffee, Arjun?" 

Mom asked, her voice polite but tinged with a slight nervousness. 

She was offering a gesture of hospitality, a traditional way of showing gratitude and appreciation to those who have shown kindness or assistance.

Arjun Sir - "Yes, please,"

He replied, settling onto the sofa. He seemed relaxed, almost confident, and his smile seemed to broaden subtly as he surveyed the room. 

Dear friends, I was proud of my mother. She always shows hospitality for people who helped her. She was kind and considerate. In fact this was one of the main reasons why my dad married her. 

She was so kind, cultured and well behaved.

She was brought up well in a traditional ecosystem characterized by puritanical norms. But my dad doesn't know that the woman he thinks is well behaved already cheated on him and is now about to cheat on him twice.



That night I told my mom hurriedly that I am going to sleep, I wanted both of them to enjoy being alone.



"Alright, dear," Mom replied warmly, her voice soft and tender. "Sleep well. Thank you for everything, dear Rajeev, you are the best son" 

Something told me that she didn't want to stay alone with Arjun Sir because she didn't trust him.


I left them in the living room. About an hour later, I peeked from the hallway. Arjun sir was sitting close to Mom, his arm casually dbangd around her shoulders, his hand gently resting on her back. 

He was drinking coffee with my mom.

He seemed to be offering some words of comfort or reassurance, his manner calm and soothing.





"Your husband will be fine, Sunita," Arjun said softly. His voice was low, reassuring. 

"He's in good hands. Just relax and let the medical professionals do their job. Everything will be alright, you have nothing to fear." 

His tone was calming and considerate. He was constantly squeezing her hips. My mom, who was in need of comforting, didn't feel his touch was so touchy.

To my mom, what Arjun Sir was doing was normal to her because he was comforting her and telling her that my dad will be ok. So in her eyes, this seemed normal.

"Yes, but this illness… it always gets him," Mom responded, her voice laced with worry. 

"It has happened several times before. This pain… it makes him so ill and so weak. I’m so very worried." She spoke in a concerned tone.

"I know," Arjun said, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But he's getting the best possible care. He’ll be alright. Just trust me on this." 

I watched Arjun sir. His hand moved from her shoulder to her sexy hips, his fingers gently caressing her, subtly squeezing, his touch almost imperceptible. 

He was taking advantage of the situation, using his comforting words to gain physical closeness to my mom. This pervert man was really going to do something with my mom tonight.

"Sunita," Arjun said softly, leaning closer. "Let me take you to the bedroom. You look tired. You need to rest." His tone was gentle, his words calculated to appeal to her sensibilities.

"Thank you, Arjun," Mom replied, politely rejecting his offer. "But I'm fine here. I want to stay close by in case Rajeev’s father needs anything." 

She was already becoming suspicious of Arjun sir. His closeness was making her slightly uncomfortable. She sensed that this man is about to seduce her.







"No Sunita," Arjun insisted. "You need to rest. It's late. You must be exhausted. Let me help you to the bedroom. You need to rest; you look absolutely worn out. Come with me, Sunita"

"I’m really alright, Arjun," Mom responded politely but firmly. "It’s very late and I’m not used to anyone staying here overnight. Perhaps you should head home." 

Mom started becoming bold.

"You’re probably tired too Arjun, after all you've done today. You must be exhausted."

"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice now holding a hint of frustration. "Why are you chasing me away? I'm not leaving you alone here at night. You’re tired, and you need to rest. Let me help you." 

His words conveyed concern, "I can even spend the night here", he said.

"I'm fine, truly," Mom insisted, trying to maintain her composure. "I'll be alright here. It’s not safe to be out at this time of night; you should head home." 


Dear friends, you can clearly understand why my mom is insisting on telling Arjun Sir to go away. She was really not in the mood to be seduced.

And on the other hand, you can clearly see why Arjun Sir is insisting on taking my mom to the bedroom.






Arjun sir stood and began to pull Mom to stand. "Sunita, let’s not argue about this," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You need to rest. I insist that you come with me to the bedroom." 

His actions displayed a determination to get his way, to achieve his goal. "But...", my mom started. "NO buts Sunita, just listen to me", Arjun Sir told her.

"Thank you, Arjun, for everything," Mom said, her voice soft, a nervous energy now evident in her manner. "Truly, I appreciate everything you’ve done."

I ran and peeked through the window. He was taking her to the bedroom. He locked the door.

"Why did you lock the door?" Mom asked, once they were inside the room. Her tone was apprehensive, a hint of unease in her question.

"So we can talk privately," Arjun said, his voice smooth, though his eyes were intent. "To talk about what?", mom asked.

"I wanted to get to know you properly, just you and me. I also want to ensure your privacy and comfort. I wanted to make sure no one disturbed us." 

His response sounded deceptively plausible, but I knew better.

Mom sat on the bed, her body tense, her hands clasped in her lap. Arjun sat beside her, gently taking her hand. “Sunita, you’re so tired,” he said softly, his touch lingering on her hand. 

Mom still thinks that Arjun Sir is just comforting her, not seducing her.


"Let me comfort you. You’ve been through a lot today. Let me help to make things easier for you." His actions seemed caring but held a subtle hint of control.

"I'm fine," Mom said, attempting to pull his hand away. "Really, I am. Thank you for your concern, but I’m alright now. Please you need to go home you know, to your wife" 

Her tone was strained, trying to sound reassuring.

Arjun ignored her attempt to pull away. He continued to hold her hand, drawing her closer. "Let me comfort you, Sunita," he whispered, his voice laced with a subtle hint of possessiveness. 

He leaned closer, and kissed her cheek. He was now too close to my mom.

Mom gasped, pulling away abruptly. "Arjun!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger and indignation. "Get out! Get out of my house, right now!" 

Her voice trembled with a mix of shock, hurt, and anger.

"Why?" Arjun asked, his face unreadable, his tone deceptively calm.

"Because I know what you want!" Mom shouted. "I know why you were so kind today! It was all a pretense!" 

Her tone was one of sharp, angry accusation. "You are a manipulative, self-serving man, and I see right through your calculated game! I was a fool to trust you." 

Her anger and hurt were unmistakable, and she wasn't trying to hide them.


Dear friends, you remember when I told you that my mom needed a fresh start with my dad? That she needed to leave all her cheating past with Sir Suresh and become a good, cultured and loyal wife to my dad?

Remember when she told herself that she will never ever cheat on my dad again and never betray him after she cheated with Sir Suresh?

Then that is exactly what triggered her reaction towards Arjun Sir. She felt that Arjun Sir was a hindrance to her progress in becoming a loyal wife to my dad. 

She felt that Arjun Sir was trying to make her do forbidden things.

All this while my dad was in hospital.




Arjun stood, his smile gone. "You're right," he said, his voice low and almost admiring. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you Sunita. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, about this opportunity."


Dear friends, the moment finally arrived! This was the moment Arjun Sir dreamt of. The chance to get my mom and him inside the house.


You are beautiful, Sunita. And I intend to possess you." His words were raw, he revealed his true colors to my mom. His pervert colors.

"Get out!" Mom screamed, her voice filled with disgust and revulsion. "Get out of my house, you disgusting man! Get out of my bedroom!" She was furious, her tone scathing and unforgiving. 

"I feel so disgusted by you Arjun, if I knew the kind of person you were, I wouldn't even let you close to my husband."

"If you want me to go," Arjun said, his voice cold,, "then why did you accept the gift I gave you? The panties the bra? You knew what it meant, Sunita. You knew what I was hoping for." 

He was attempting to shame her, to manipulate her, to break her will.


Dear friends, my mom's betrayal of my father runs deeper than just a misplaced acceptance of a gift. My mother, Sunita—a woman of faith, a pillar of strength in our family—accepted dirty gifts from Arjun Sir. 

This is shattering of the principles she instilled in me, a betrayal of the values my father held dear. The fact that she accepted panties and bra as a gift already meant she destroyed her marriage.

And a blatant disregard for the religious principles that have always guided our family. Her cheating behaviour is profound. To see her, my devout mother, reduced to this shameful woman. 

It was so naughty and hot to see, the woman who taught me right from wrong, has somehow lost her way. The whole situation is spiritually and morally reprehensible. She has become shameful.

And if my dad knew what kind of a woman he married, he will be in total shock. Trust me friends, my dad will be in total shock if he knew what my mom has been doing behind his back.




Mom stammered, unable to respond. She stared at the floor, her face burning with shame and confusion. She was speechless; unable to respond; unable to articulate her shock and disgust. 

She looked down, her hands nervously fiddling with her clothing.

Arjun moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Don’t pretend, Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "You know you crave a man like me. A man who can provide you with good sex, the luxuries you always desired." 

My mom didn't move an inch.


Arjun sir continued, "I am a wealthy man. I can offer you security and security is priceless, Sunita. Leave your foolish husband. I will give you the kind of security that a man like me can provide.”

"I'm not a gold digger!" Mom said, her voice trembling. "I'm not some shallow brat who can be bought! Let me go! I don’t need your help; I don’t want it." 

My mom regained her senses back temporarily.


"I don’t want anything from you!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of anger, shame, and desperation.

Arjun held her tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a good life, more money and sex Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously smooth. 

"And I can give you everything you want. Let me show you. Let me take care of you." 

His touch intensified, almost forceful, his grip possessively tight. He grabbed my mom and started kissing her lips.


A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and… something else. The kiss was soft, exploratory, yet undeniably passionate. 


"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've… I've wanted to do this for so long. I really adore you Sunita"

She tried to pull away. "Arjun sir… this isn't right," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "We can't…"

"Can't what?" he challenged gently, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hand. "Can't admit what we both feel? Can't acknowledge the undeniable chemistry between us? Sunita, look at me." 

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't you feel it too?"

"I…" she began, her voice trembling, "I don't know what to say. I want to be loyal to my husband. I try to be a good wife."

Arjun sir's expression softened. He cupped her face in his hands. 

"Sunita, you are a good wife. A devoted wife. But being a good wife doesn't mean denying yourself pleasure, doesn't mean suppressing the desires of your heart." 

"All good wives always have sex outside marriage, it is normal and acceptable behaviour baby", he told her.




Dear friends, I noticed that my mom all of a sudden started being innocent and not resisting. Was Arjun Sir actually telling my mom the truth to the extent that my mom knew he was saying the truth?  Friends, for me, I started removing my cock and started rubbing it.



"Sharing your body with me Sunita doesn't destroy your loyalty to your husband. It simply… expands your experience, your understanding of yourself. It is not betrayal, it is fun" 

He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's about giving yourself permission to feel, to experience, to live fully."



Mpm pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Sunita," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Your lips… they're like a princess, so perfectly formed, so exquisitely delicate." 

He kissed her again, lingering longer. "I want to kiss you, my love. Let me…" Mom was trying to move away.

My mom's moans became more audible, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. 

She was caught between the thrill of the forbidden and the fear of the consequences. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her.

"I… I can't," she whispered, her voice strained. "This… this isn't right." She came back to her senses again.

He turned my mom around so that he was facing her back.

Arjun sir's gaze drifted down, settling on my mom's big ass. "Sunita," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration, "your ass… they're magnificent. So full, so round, so…substantial. I've dreamt of them, you know." 

My mom just stood there not knowing what do do because she accepted the gift of this man and now she can't turn back.


"I dreamed of the way the soft flesh of your ass would feel beneath my touch, the way they'd tremble slightly as you walked. The way they'd…respond."

My mom’s face flushed crimson. "Arjun sir, please," she whispered, her voice tight with discomfort. "Stop talking about me like that. I'm married. My body… is not yours."


"Sunita, my dear," he said, "it's precisely because you're married that you're so… tempting. Married women are the tastiest fruit, you see. The most forbidden are the most sweetest."

My mom just stood there listening as she started moaning as he started touching her.

"There's a thrill, a risk, the knowledge that you're betraying your husband is so good Sunita. Betray him Sunita, betray him because he will never know, let him lie in hospital."

He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her ass, feeling the soft jiggle of the fat. "My wife… she's a lovely woman, but she doesn't have big ass like yours. Yours are… magnificent."

He reached up, his fingers deftly unfastening her tight skirt, then her expensive watch. "Sunita," he said, his voice a persuasive, "just let yourself go. Accept this. It will be our secret. No one need ever know."

My mom stiffened, pulling away slightly. "I'm not that kind of woman, Arjun sir," she said, her voice firm, despite the tremor in her hands. "I can't… I won't." 




Arjun sir, with a sudden, forceful movement, threw my mother onto the bed. "Spread your legs Sunita," he commanded. For a moment, she hesitated. 

He leaned over, his hands roughly but efficiently spreading her legs wide, pinning them to the bed. With a swift, almost brutal movement, he ripped off her red panties, the silk whispering against her skin. 

He was greeted by the sight of her tight pussy, it was fat; perfectly smooth, freshly shaved.

"Sunita," he murmured, his gaze fixated on her pussy. "This pussy of yours, this is exquisite. Such a perfect little hole." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her pussy surface. 

"Let me taste it." 

Before she could protest, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of her pussy, then probing gently into its depths.

A soft moan escaped her lips, "aaahhh noo please Arjun don't make me do this please aaahhhh" a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure. 

Arjun sir’s tongue continued its exploration, circling and probing. 

The sounds she made were barely audible at first, but grew into soft whimpers. "Aahh no please aahhh ssshhh oooohhh aaaauuuuhhhh .....aaaaaaiiiiiii ooooooooohhhh"



She instinctively tried to push him away, her hands clenching into fists, but his weight held her down. 

She arched her back, attempting to create distance, but he was relentless. His tongue continued its exploration, circling, then moving up and down with a deliberate rhythm.


"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue pausing to savor the taste. "So sweet… so delicate." He moved his tongue slightly, teasing the sensitive skin surrounding her pussy and her clit. 

"This is…better than I imagined."

He then abruptly shifted his attention, inserting a finger into her pussy, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. 

My mother erupted in surprised moans. "Arjun sir! Stop that!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of amusement and protest.

"Why?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His finger continued its teasing exploration.

"It… it i don't know, i feel, something please just don't aaaahhhhhh!" she managed to say between bursts of moans. "And it's…it's wrong!"



Arjun sir swiftly turned my mother onto doggystyle, her body bending at the waist, her head bowed. 


"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "if I tasted the sweetness of your pussy, then I must taste your asshole as well. This hole… I know it stinks. You haven't bathed since Priya's birthday, have you?" 

The implication was clear, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't believe he was actually going to sniff my mom's unwashed asshole. 


Dear friends, actually my mom didn't bath all that time when we were at Priya's birthday. This means that even when she was dancing wit my dad, her ass was sweating.

And due to sweating, it must have made her ass stink so nicely. So Arjun Sir was actually going to smell all the shitty smell of my mom unwashed asshole. OOh this man is such a pervert.



My mother's voice was barely a whisper "Arjun sir… what are you doing? I… I feel nervous. What is this all about?" She knew exactly what he was about to do. Her nervousness betrayed her.

Arjun sir’s nose was pressed against her asshole. My mother jumped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The scent, heavy and pungent, filled the air. I winced. It really did smell like shit.

"Please Arjun, please, I have not washed that part, please don't do it", mom pleaded.

"Mmm," Arjun sir inhaled, "Smelly and sweaty smell of shit but that's what I like. That's what excites me, Sunita, I am glad you didn't take a bath, I love this shitty smell of your asshole"

Dear friends, I remembered I was a pervert just like Arjun sir because we both loved the smell of stinky assholes. It was a disgusting shared secret that made my stomach churn.

"aaahh ssshh oooohhh Arjun sir," my mother protested, her voice trembling. "Stop this. Please. I'm uncomfortable. This is… this is wrong on so many levels.", mom moaned.

"I can't believe you are actually doing this. This is beyond bizarre."

"Nonsense, Sunita," he replied, his voice almost affectionate. "The stinky smell of a woman's asshole, especial when unwashed, feels good. You wouldn’t understand." 

He started to insert his tongue, circling around the opening of her unwashed stinky asshole.







My mother jumped, her body tensing. "Stop this disgusting act! This is… this is wrong. Stop it, please!" 

I noticed some dark hair at the edge of her asshole, a further indication of how unwashed and smelly her asshole was.

I couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. I was disgusted, even though a perverse part of me, a part I hated, was…intrigued. 

Arjun sir continued licking the hole which my mom uses to shit.

"My, my," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "So… pungent. So… earthy. This is…wild. It's wonderfully wild." Arjun Sir said.


My mother, mortified, squirmed and tried to pull away but couldn't escape his grasp. 

"Stop it," she pleaded again, her voice choked with embarrassment. "This is humiliating. Please…stop."

Arjun sir, apparently unfazed by her discomfort, continued his offensive exploration. "This is… exhilarating. The sweat, the shitty smell… it's all part of the experience. It only heightens the pleasure." 

He said as my mom continued moaning.

"You're beautiful, Sunita. Even if your asshole stinks like shit. I love this shitty smell and stinky"

He finally pulled back, and he moved, climbing onto the soft bed. He looked at my mom panting. "Now, Sunita," he said, a different tone in his voice. "Remove my trouser. You know what comes next."

My mother's face paled. "No," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, don't make me…taste that. I can't."

Arjun sir chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Oh, but you will. Your hesitation only proves that you already know. You knew what I was going to do, didn't you? From the moment we began?"

"This is wrong," my mother insisted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m a religious woman. I can’t do this."

"Religious? Nonsense," Arjun sir scoffed. "There is nothing wrong with an extramarital affair. Sometimes, betraying your husband is the only way to truly experience life."

He reached down, pulling down his trousers. When he finally removed it, his cock sprang free. It was undeniably large, significantly bigger than Sir Suresh's. 

My mother saw it and stared, her eyes widening in astonishment. She knew, instinctively, it was bigger. Much bigger.

"Astonished?" Arjun sir smirked, watching her reaction. "Thinking? Hesitating? Don't overthink it, Sunita. Just… enjoy it. You look so stunning. It’s like it’s made for you."

My mother stammered, "I… I can’t do this. It’s…it’s too big. I… I can’t."

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "Don't worry, my dear. Just trust me. Let go. You'll like it."

Then, to my utter shock and disgust, she reached out, her hand trembling, and hesitantly took his penis in her hand. She then slowly guided it to her mouth. 

Arjun sir visibly relaxed and grinned. 

He started to encourage her, his words a mixture of instruction and reassurance. "That's it… yes… like that… good girl…"







He reached for his phone on the nearby bed. "This is too good to miss," he announced. He began to record my mom sucking his dick.

My mother froze. "What are you doing? Stop it. I don't want to be recorded. What are you doing?"

Arjun sir merely smiled, continuing to film. "Relax, Sunita. This is our little secret. But a memory we can treasure…"




"No," my mother said, her voice trembling. "I'm married. I can't be recorded doing…doing this. It's wrong. It's something I'd never want anyone to see. My husband would never forgive me."

Arjun sir, his eyes fixed on the phone, said, "Shut up and continue. This isn't a discussion. You're doing it well. I don't want any interruptions. This is purely for my personal pleasure. Now, keep going." 

His tone was dismissive, his words sharp and commanding.

My mother, clearly distressed, but seemingly unable to refuse, continued her sucking his dick up and down and spitting on it.



Dear friends, i am not sure if my mom watches porn but the way he was sucking his dick, you would think that she watches porn.


Arjun sir, meanwhile, encouraged her, but his words were laced with insults. "Faster you slut, harder… you're a clumsy cow. That's it, you’re almost there. Do it you whore"



Dear friends, you remember when Arjun Sir fucked Jaya and the way he used to call her nasty names? He is doing the same with my mom and I am loving it. I was actually rubbing my dick as he saying so.


"Stop calling me names," my mother protested, her voice tight with frustration. 

"If you keep insulting me, I will stop. I refuse to be degraded while performing this act. I'm not some mindless object for your amusement."

Arjun sir snorted. "Fine, fine. Don't be so dramatic. Just focus. Forget my words. Unless you want to stop pleasing me." 

He paused, then added, with a sly smile, "It's your choice. Continue, or you'll end up with far more consequences than just a few bad names."





My mother, clearly torn between her discomfort and her apparent inability to refuse, but this time, Arjun sir ordered her to look directly at the camera. 

My mother, with a visible shudder, reluctantly complied, her gaze meeting the lens, her expression a mixture of shame and fear.

"Promise me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, "that this video will never, ever be seen by anyone else. That it's only for you. I need your word on this, Arjun sir. I really do."

Arjun sir’s response was dismissive. "Of course, darling. What do you think I am, some sort of pervert who likes to share such personal videos? It's for my eyes only. Don't worry. I won't share this anywhere." 

His tone was condescending and sarcastic. The promise felt hollow and insincere.

He then switched to a softer approach, his voice dripping with false concern. "There, there, my sweet. You're doing wonderfully. You're a natural. Keep going. Arrggh yes suck my cock like that ooh yesss", he groaned.


"You're so good. I'm so glad you're doing this for me. Sunita, I wish you were my wife, I think I will plan to marry you very soon” 

His encouraging words were in stark contrast to his previous rudeness, yet equally manipulative.

I was shocked. My mother, usually so reserved and proper, seemed to actually enjoy the act. She was moving rhythmically, her movements becoming increasingly confident and practiced. 


Dear friend, I don't blame my mom for all of a sudden enjoying sucking another man's dick. Why do I say so? Because first, my dad doesn't know most ways of pleasuring my mom.

And secondly, my mom already sucked the dick of Sir Suresh previously and she is used to doing this kind of dirty stuff.




Arjun sir, initially surprised by her unexpected proficiency, soon abandoned his insults, his attention solely focused on her performance. 

"Wow, you slut" he muttered, impressed. "You're surprisingly a whore at this. You’re really good. I’m amazed."

After fifteen minutes of this, Arjun sir declared, "Lie down." My mother, her face flushed, obeyed without question. 


He held his camera so tight on his hands.

"I’m…I’m not comfortable with this recording," my mother said, her voice strained. "It makes me uneasy and nervous. I don't understand the necessity of it, Arjun sir."

Arjun sir's response was curt and dismissive. "Shut up bitch and enjoy yourself. The recording is a testament to our shared pleasure. It’s a memory, darling."

"But is the recording really necessary?" my mother asked, her voice laced with desperation. "Isn't our…privacy enough? I mean, is it truly essential that you record this?"

"Necessary? Of course, it's necessary. It’s a reminder of our special moment together. This is proof. Now stop talking bitch and let’s get back to what we were doing." 





He was ruthless and controlling, his words laced with a hint of cruelty.

"Please," my mother pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't ruin my marriage. Please, Arjun sir, think of the consequences. This could destroy my marriage."

Arjun sir laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Marriage? There's nothing sacred about marriage, Sunita."

"All women cheat eventually. It’s human nature. You're no different." He was callous and unconcerned about the ramifications of his actions.

"No," my mother snapped back, her voice filled with unexpected defiance. "I’m not that kind of woman. I’m not some promiscuous woman who cheats. I have morals and integrity. I’m not like that.” 

Her dignity shone through her fear. 

"Shut up," Arjun sir snarled, his face darkening. "You’re already cheating. You're here with me, aren't you? You’re already betraying your husband and doing this for me."

"So, stop being such a whore.” His words were brutal and devoid of any empathy.




Arjun sir, without further preamble, pushed his penis into my mother’s pussy. My mother screamed, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the air. 

"Wait!" she cried, her voice strained. "Wait! I…I wasn't ready. It’s… it’s too fast."

"Why are you screaming?" Arjun sir demanded, his voice rough. "We haven't even started yet. What's the matter? You're making too much noise bitch, you want Rajeev to hear us"

"It's… it's too much," my mother gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Go slower. Please… please go slower. I need time to adjust." 

Her voice was laced with a mixture of fear and pain. She was clearly overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of the act.

Arjun sir, seemingly unfazed by her distress, adjusted his position. "Control your breathing you whore," he instructed. "And try to relax. It will be fine."

"But… but it hurts," my mother whimpered. "Please… please go slowly. I'm begging you. I really can't handle it." She tried to push him away, but his grip was firm. Her words were desperate, pleading.

With another thrust, his entire penis entered her pussy. "There we go," Arjun sir said, his voice devoid of any empathy. 

He showed no sign of concern. He was clearly focused on his own pleasure. "See? It's not so bad. Relax, and let me take care of the rest."

My mother continued to scream, her protests muffled by his movements. "Why are you going so fast? Stop! It hurts! It's too much! Please be gentle stop recording aahahhhh!" 


Her voice was filled with pain and desperation.

Arjun sir, irritated by her continued resistance, snapped back. "Stop shouting bitch! And look at the camera. This is important to get it right. I need a good view for the recording."

My mother, however, refused to look at the camera. Instead, she buried her face with her hands. 

Overcome with a mix of pain and humiliation, she tried to shield herself from the ordeal. Arjun sir, growing impatient, pushed deeper into her, his movements now relentless.

"Relax," he said, his voice a strained whisper. "Just relax. Let go. It will be…better than you think. You’ll enjoy it. Your pussy is tight because your nonsense husband never fucks you right” 


He tried to comfort her, but his words were devoid of sincerity. His attempts at reassurance seemed hollow and unconvincing.

"Please… please go slower aah ssh oooooooooohhhhh," my mother begged, her voice barely a whisper, interspersed with gasps and sobs. 

"I… I can't handle this. I’m pleading with you, Arjun sir. Please… be gentle. Please… please… slow down."

Arjun sir ignored her pleas, his rhythm continuing unabated. His actions were uncaring, driven solely by his own desires. 

"I will do what I want bitch. Just let go and enjoy this. Let me do what I have to do. Look at the camera now"

My mother’s screams were raw, guttural sounds of pain and anguish—a high-pitched wail that morphed into strangled cries, interspersed with whimpers and desperate pleas. The intensity of her cries spoke volumes about the agonizing experience.

"Why are you screaming like that?" Arjun sir asked, his voice tight with barely controlled annoyance. "It's not that bad. I know I make you scream more than your husband ever could. Admit it. Am I right?" 

He paused, expecting a response. He seemed to relish her distress.

My mother, unable to speak coherently, continued to scream, her body writhing beneath him. "Aaahhh oohh oohh oohh aaahhh ssshhhh ooohhh"


She couldn’t answer. She couldn't respond. 

Finally, Arjun sir’s conquest was complete. He pulled out, leaving my mother panting and exhausted on the bed.

"You make such interesting faces when you scream," Arjun sir said, a smug grin spreading across his face as he observed her from above. 

He enjoyed her humiliation. He was completely uncaring and insensitive.

My mother, ashamed and mortified, mumbled, "Don't say things like that. Please. Just… don’t."

"Why not?" Arjun sir asked, his tone teasing. "It's just an observation. You should hear yourself.” His enjoyment and blatant disregard for her feelings was clear.

"Because… because it's embarrassing," my mother replied, her voice barely audible. "It's humiliating. It is degrading. It's just… too much."

The bed shook violently, a testament to the intensity of the encounter.

Then something happened.............

[Boobsucker1994]

Before starting party sunita is in other dress while taking photo with arjun sir her dress has changed... Did she changed dress in between after argument with her husband

[nadia]

Before starting party sunita is in other dress while taking photo with arjun sir her dress has changed... Did she changed dress in between after argument with her husband

Of course somebody has to change when they get in the house. Some things are just common sense.

I skipped it deliberately to redundancy purposes or else the story will be dull.

[Boobsucker1994]

Waiting for next update tonight

[Boobsucker1994]

Any full video leak of arjun sir fucking sunita