Adultery Mom became shameless season 02

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Bro. Pls don't rush it. Pls write more in one scenario

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Priya was a 42-year-old ***** woman living in a small town in India. She had been married to her husband Raj for 20 years. They had a son who was away at college. Priya was a simple housewife, always wearing her saree and mangalsutra, praying to her gods every morning. She was curvy with full breasts and wide hips, but she never thought much about her looks. Her life was routine—cooking, cleaning, and waiting for her husband to come home from his job at the factory.

Next door lived three '. men: Ahmed, Karim, and Faisal. They were brothers who ran a small repair shop. Ahmed was the oldest at 45, tall and muscular with a thick beard. Karim was 40, stocky and strong. Faisal was 35, lean but fit. They were friendly with the neighbors but kept to themselves, going to the mosque for prayers. Priya had always been polite to them, exchanging small talks when she saw them outside.

One hot afternoon, Priya's washing machine broke down. She called her husband, but he said he was busy at work. Feeling helpless, she went next door and knocked. Ahmed opened the door, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Namaste, Ahmed bhai," Priya said shyly. "My washing machine is not working. Can you or your brothers fix it?"

Ahmed smiled, his eyes lingering on her saree that clung to her body in the heat. "Of course, Priya ji. Karim is good with machines. Come, we'll come over."

Karim and Faisal followed. They went to Priya's house and started working on the machine in the small laundry room. Priya brought them cold water and watched from the doorway. As they bent over, she noticed their strong arms and the way their shirts stuck to their backs. She felt a strange warmth in her stomach but pushed it away.

"It's the motor, Priya ji," Karim said, standing up. "We can fix it, but we need a part from the shop. It'll take a few hours."

Priya nodded. "Thank you so much. Please, have some tea while you wait."

They sat in the living room. Priya served tea and biscuits. The conversation was light at first—about the weather, the town. But then Faisal asked, "Priya ji, your husband works long hours? You must get lonely here alone."

Priya blushed. "Yes, sometimes. But I manage. I have my prayers and household work."

Ahmed chuckled. "Prayers are good, but a woman like you needs more than that. You look beautiful in that saree. Does Raj appreciate you?"

Priya was surprised by the directness. No one had complimented her like that in years. "He... he is busy. Thank you, Ahmed bhai."

As they talked, Priya felt their eyes on her. Karim leaned closer. "We '.s believe in treating women well. If you ever need help, just call us. Anything at all."

The words made her heart race. She excused herself to the kitchen, but her mind wandered. That night, after they fixed the machine and left, Priya lay in bed next to her snoring husband. She touched herself lightly under the blanket, thinking of the brothers' strong bodies. It was wrong, she knew—***** woman with '. men—but the thought excited her.

The next day, a pipe burst in Priya's kitchen. Water flooded the floor. She panicked and called Ahmed again. This time, all three came quickly. They mopped up the mess and fixed the pipe. As they worked, Priya's saree got wet from the splash. It turned transparent, showing her black bra and petticoat.

Faisal noticed first. "Priya ji, you're soaked. Go change, or you'll catch cold."

But she didn't move. Standing there, she felt bold. "It's okay. You men are helping so much. I don't mind."

Karim grinned. "We don't mind either. You have a nice figure, Priya ji."

Her cheeks burned, but she didn't cover up. Instead, she handed them tools, bending over more than needed. Ahmed's hand brushed her waist as he took a wrench. Electricity shot through her.

After they finished, they didn't leave right away. Priya offered lunch—simple dal and rice. They ate together at the table. The talk turned personal.

"Priya ji, have you ever been with anyone besides your husband?" Ahmed asked bluntly, sipping water.

She hesitated. "No... why do you ask?"

Karim laughed softly. "Just curious. We three share everything. Women too, sometimes. It makes life exciting."

Priya's eyes widened. "Share? Like... together?"

Faisal nodded. "Yes. Our cocks are big, and women love it. *****, '.—no difference in bed."

The word 'cocks' made her pussy twitch. She had never heard it said so openly. "I... I shouldn't talk like this. I'm a married woman."

But Ahmed reached across the table and touched her hand. "Married women have needs too. Raj doesn't satisfy you, does he? We can. Let us show you."

Priya pulled back but didn't say no. Her body ached with curiosity. That evening, after they left, she masturbated furiously, imagining their '. cocks inside her.

A week passed. Priya found excuses to visit their shop—buying small things, asking for advice. Each time, the flirting grew. One day, she went alone to pick up a repaired fan. The shop was empty except for Ahmed.

"The others are out," he said, closing the door. "But I can help."

He handed her the fan, then stepped close. "Priya ji, I see how you look at us. You want this."

Before she could think, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. His beard scratched her face, his tongue pushed into her mouth. Priya moaned and kissed back, her hands on his chest.

"Ahmed... this is wrong," she whispered, but her body pressed against his bulge.

"Wrong? Feels right to me." He grabbed her ass and squeezed. "Your ***** pussy is wet for my '. dick, isn't it?"

She nodded, ashamed but excited. He lifted her saree and petted her panties. They were soaked. "See? Shameless already."

He pushed her against the counter and dropped his pants. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, uncut, longer than Raj's. Priya stared, hungry.

"Touch it," Ahmed ordered.

She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. It throbbed hot in her palm. "It's so big..."

"Suck it, Priya ji. Taste a real man."

Kneeling, she took the head in her mouth. It filled her, salty and musky. She bobbed her head, sucking eagerly, forgetting her vows. Ahmed groaned, holding her hair.

"Good girl. Deeper."

She gagged but tried, saliva dripping. After minutes, he pulled her up and bent her over the counter. He ripped her panties aside and rubbed his cock on her pussy lips.

"Beg for it," he said.

"Please, Ahmed... fuck me. Put your '. cock in my ***** pussy."

He thrust in hard. Priya cried out as he stretched her. It hurt at first, then pleasure exploded. He pounded her, slapping her ass.

"Take it, you slut. This is what you needed."

"Yes! Harder!" she screamed, pushing back.

He fucked her raw, no condom, until he grunted and filled her with hot cum. It leaked down her thighs as she came, shaking.

After, they cleaned up. Priya felt guilty but alive. "This can't happen again," she said weakly.

Ahmed smirked. "It will. And with my brothers too. You'll beg for our dicks."

She went home, cum still inside her. That night, Raj tried to touch her, but she pushed him away. Her mind was on Ahmed's cock.

The next day, Karim came to her house alone, saying he needed to check the wiring. As soon as the door closed, he pinned her to the wall.

"Ahmed told us. You're our ***** whore now."

Priya didn't resist. "Yes... I need it."

He stripped her saree off, sucking her big tits. His mouth was rough, biting nipples. Then he ate her pussy, tongue deep, making her squirt on his face.

"Tastes good," he said, standing. His cock was shorter but thicker, like a beer can.

He fucked her on the floor, her legs over his shoulders. "Scream for my '. seed."

"Fill me, Karim! Make me shameless!"

He did, pumping cum into her womb.

Word spread to Faisal. The next evening, all three came over when Raj was at work. Priya let them in, already in just a petticoat, no blouse.

"I can't stop thinking about your cocks," she admitted, dropping to her knees.

They surrounded her. She sucked Ahmed's while stroking Karim and Faisal. Their cocks were different—Ahmed long, Karim thick, Faisal curved.

"Our ***** mom loves '. dicks," Faisal laughed.

They took turns fucking her mouth, then bent her over the sofa. Ahmed in her pussy, Karim in her ass—first time ever. She yelped but begged for more.

"Double fuck me! I'm your slut!"

Faisal face-fucked her as they pounded. Cum filled every hole. Priya orgasmed again and again, lost in shame and bliss. Her mangalsutra swung between her tits as they used her.

From then on, Priya became their secret toy. She sneaked to their house, let them visit anytime. She stopped wearing panties, always ready. Even in the mosque alley once, she blew them quickly.

One day, as they gangbanged her in her own bed, Priya moaned, "I don't care about religion anymore. Just your big '. cocks. Fuck your shameless ***** mom forever."

But Raj was coming home early that day... what would happen next?

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Bro. Pls don't rush it. Pls write more in one scenario

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