Adultery Shiva watched his wife being fucked by neighbor uncle (cuckold) (Upd July 17)

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Ramya enjoying when uncle's hand roamed inside her inner thighs in movie theatre

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Why do women always move their sari pallu down to show the cleavage ?

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This thread is not just about Ramya and Shiva

There are more men with hot wives waiting to find Big Bulls...stat tuned

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soon..

lucky uncle ..

neighbor's wife in jasmine flowers, mehindi, cheap perfume !!!

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro.. full hot and sex seduce par chacha ko ye pata nahin chalna chahiye ki shiva ko sab pata hai..

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Just as they were teasing each other, Shiva arrived, causing them to quickly return to their normal behavior. The movie resumed, and as soon as the lights went out, Ramya rested her head on Subbarao’s shoulder; she looked at him with intense desire and bit her lip. Provoked by her actions, Subbarao passionately placed his hand on Ramya’s breast, kneading it firmly while planting kisses on her ear, neck, and cheeks. Heated up by this, Ramya moaned—"Hmm... mmm... ahhh... ohhh... abba... ufff"—urging him on: 


"Harder... harder... yeah... squeeze it hard, Uncle." Ramya, who had been whispering softly into Subbarao’s ear and kissing his cheek, suddenly spoke those words loudly; this drove Subbarao wild, and as she planted soft kisses on his cheeks, he squeezed her even more intensely.

Watching all this and becoming aroused himself, Shiva rubbed his own crotch, thinking that they would enjoy themselves even more if he weren't there, and wondered how he could move away. Suddenly, a loud noise in the movie caused the speaker next to them to blare, making the baby start crying. 

Seizing this opportunity, Shiva said, "The baby is crying because of the noise; I’ll go sit a bit further down in the middle," and left after giving Ramya a subtle wink. Ramya glanced at her husband with a look of gratitude and blushed; yet, even while Shiva was speaking, Subbarao’s hand remained on Ramya’s waist—hidden from view by her saree.

As soon as Shiva left, Subbarao wrapped his arms around Ramya and pulled her close. Ramya, looking at him with intense desire, lifted the armrest of the chair between them, leaned onto Subbarao’s chest, and gazed passionately into his eyes. While they locked eyes, Subbarao began kneading Ramya’s boobs. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Ramya pressed her soft, rose-petal-like lips against Subbarao’s rugged ones. What started as a gentle kiss soon intensified, escalating into a passionate exchange where their tongues played with each other. As Subbarao kneaded her body and sucked on her lips—alternating between them—Ramya felt a surge of wetness between her thighs.

She moaned softly, making sounds of pleasure. Subbarao tried to undo the hook of Ramya’s blouse but struggled; he looked at her with a pleading expression. Ramya smiled seductively and freed her boobs herself.




She guided Subbarao’s hand onto her exposed bosom, pressing his hand down firmly while moaning in ecstasy. Once her boobs were within his grasp, Subbarao became wild with passion; he kneaded and squeezed them, toyed with her nipples, and occasionally paused to suck on her lips, while Ramya surrendered to the intoxicating sensation. Moaning "more, more," Ramya bit her lips passionately.

Subbarao pulled her closer, gazed intensely into her eyes, and paused the kiss. Understanding the look in his eyes, Ramya let out a soft moan. Subbarao planted passionate kisses all over her face and neck, teasing her with his tongue and stoking the heat within her. Then, he slowly shifted his attention to her golden boobs; he placed one hand gently on one breast while planting a kiss on the other—a kiss so intense it made a distinct smacking sound—causing Ramya to get instantly aroused and wet.

He began gently biting and sucking her boobs, alternating between them—sucking, squeezing, and nibbling—which really heated Ramya up. She moaned—"Hmm... umm... oh... I want more... oh, Uncle, keep biting like that, crush them"—as she writhed against his chest. Finally, Subbarao spent another couple of minutes alternating between her boobs, sucking and kneading them; then, lifting his head, he looked intensely into her eyes and passionately devoured her lips. He slowly slid his hand from the folds of her saree onto her lower belly, gently pinching the skin while gazing at her with desire.



Ramya understood the signal and relaxed her stomach muscles. He moved his hand directly to her pussy; the area was so incredibly smooth—as if hair had never grown there—that it drove him wild, and he gently pressed his palm against her lips. As his rough hand touched her pussy, Ramya let out a soft gasp, then passionately kissed his lips while looking deeply into his eyes. 

Aroused by the softness of Ramya’s pussy and the juices she had released, Subbarao passionately sucked on her tender lips while circling his hand around her pussy, savoring the heat and smoothness of the area; simultaneously, he kneaded her breast with his left hand. Ramya was driven wild by this simultaneous assault on her senses; floating in a haze of pleasure, she held Subbarao’s head firmly, reciprocating enthusiastically by sucking and occasionally biting his lips and tongue while letting out hot sighs.

Subbarao touched the juices she had released, sucked them off his finger, and whispered into her ear, "Your honey-drops taste amazing." Ramya, biting her lip with renewed passion, pulled his head close and kissed him fervently and said “uncle, I will pour honey drops on your dick and taste it later”.



Uncle got aroused so much with that thought itself he is already in heaven. They had thoroughly kissed each other, Subbarao whispered into her ear, "Hey sweetheart, is your pussy this smooth and clean just for me?" As he asked this, he gently nibbled her earlobe, traced his finger around her pussy, and kneaded her breast. Ramya, looking at him with a dreamy, passionate gaze and biting her lip, shyly buried her face against his chest.

Subbarao then lifted her up, brought his face close to hers, gazed intensely into her eyes, and began kissing her lips again, with Ramya fully reciprocating. Then, Subbarao gently slid a finger into Ramya's pussy. Taken aback by this unexpected move, Ramya let out loud, moaning sounds—"Hmmmm... ummm"—and climaxed all over again. Subbarao kissed her and squeezed her boobs, asking, "What is it, sweetheart? Are you getting so heated up? You've already climaxed so many times." Ramya looked at him shyly and reciprocated his kiss.




Subbarao helped Ramya sit up properly; seeing her—with her saree pallu slipped down, revealing her two golden boobs, and her face flushed red with bashfulness—aroused Subbarao even more. He claimed her lips again and began passionately kneading her boobs, squeezing them firmly from the very base. After continuing like this for another five minutes, Subbarao started to move lower; Ramya stopped him, asking what he was doing. He nibbled her ear and whispered, "I want to taste your sweet, golden flower, darling."



She replied, "Not here uncle... I can't hold back anymore. Please, let's do it later." Subbarao pleaded, "At least give me one kiss, come on, please." Ramya kissed him while pressing his hands against her boobs, explaining, "Please, not now—I can't control myself. When we are alone, you can do whatever you want; I won't stop you at all. 

But not here." Subbarao agreed; he sat Ramya on his lap, tilted her head back, and—while devouring her lips—began kneading her boobs with one hand and fondling her flower with the other. Ramya moaned in a daze, "Ummm... ha... ohhh... ohhh... Uncle, more, more... hmmm... hmmm... oh God, please, harder... ahhh... ahhh... ohhh... ohhh... hmmm... hmmm... ahhh... ohhh... ohhh... hmmm... hmmm... more... ohhh... hmmm... more, I want more," as she moaned wildly.

 

Subbarao already saw her smooth big ass once in her bed room, fucking ass is one thing his deceased wife never allowed him to do

Subbarao is crushing Ramya in his embrace while thrusting his cock into her ass from below; pressing her body against his member, he positions it right in the center of her ass and thrusts hard. After doing this for about five minutes, he made Ramya sit beside him and unzipped his pants; he immediately placed her hand over his underwear and made her grip his cock firmly. Upon feeling 'Uncle's' cock with her hand, Ramya’s heart began to race. Breathing heavily, she stroked it from top to bottom; its sheer size made her break into a sweat despite the air conditioning. It felt to her like a small snake was coiled inside, and she realized it was incredibly thick and rock-hard.

Her heart pounded as she wondered if she could handle such a massive 'anaconda,' yet she didn't pull her hand away. The way she stroked it from bottom to top and squeezed it occasionally really turned Subbarao on. He immediately pulled her close, devoured her lips, and squeezed her boobs even harder; all the while, Ramya reciprocated the kiss while continuing to fondle his cock through his underwear. Subbarao nibbled at her ear and said, "Darling, it's all yours—take it out of the underwear and hold it."

Ramya protested, "No, not here; let's do it when we get home." But Subbarao pleaded, "Please, sweetheart, we only have fifteen minutes left. Just take it out and stroke it here—please, darling," all while kissing her and kneading her boobs. Finally agreeing, she reached out with her small hand to grasp that 'micro anaconda'— Ramya felt a surge of lust at the heat of Subbarao’s cock against her hand. She gripped it firmly and used her other hand to pull down his underwear; as Subbarao cooperated, his cock emerged into her grasp.



Holding the small member ignited an intense desire in her;  she was disappointed for a moment about the size of his dick which is slightly smaller but thicker than her wife, but her desire took over commonsense , she started imagining it as “big anaconda” , suddenly she could clearly sense its impressive size and thickness—it was so large that it didn't even fit fully within her palm. Her body began to heat up with arousal. She wondered if she could handle a man of such size and virility, yet she clearly understood that she was in for immense pleasure. Love is blind so is the lust of an unsatisfied wife !!!



“Ramya, please take it to your mouth and suck me hard, that way I will come faster, otherwise it will take lot of time dear”
Ramya ignored his request as its very dangerous to do such things here.



As Ramya fondled and stroked his “massive” cock, Subbarao became intensely aroused and squeezed her boobs vigorously. Ramya, equally aroused, played with his cobra-like cock—stroking, squeezing, and feeling its length and power. 

After a while of mutually arousing each other, they realized time was running out and decided to adjust their clothes; before stopping, Ramya gave his cock a firm, final stroke while Subbarao kneaded her boobs and devoured her lips with a passionate kiss. Once they had tidied themselves up, they held hands, gazing at each other with intense desire, and continued to share passionate kisses until the movie ended.

Subbarao’s dick is touching her big boobs now

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You will also get to read "young" bull stories also, provided you like my stories. Read my other ongoing stories too. Its a sincere request from my side. Encourage hard working writers please

[Gandhi krishna]

Bring more humiliation of husband

[Samjam2909]

Continue

[Ayush01111]

Can we see comehack or hero payback

[Losliyafan]

The husband can make her a prostitute so that she will get to experience more and different cocks

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good morning to Ramya fans

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Uncle unable to control the urge and pinning her against the wall in the narrow by-lane.. what a horny bull is this old uncle.. lucky bastard to raid such a homely chick watched by an understanding hubby

[veenaimo]

nice story.. bring in husband humiliation if possible

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Why do women always move their sari pallu down to show the cleavage ?

Teasing the bulls and daring them to take chances on her, horny housewives do this tricks in family functions it's an open secret in every family gatherings and whoever dare and lucky enough he gets her for that night or in future too, its a dare and courage game everyone knows this in family gatherings now days

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Shiva quietly looking from back row saw the massive cock of uncle (Shiva was also in trans looking at her wife’s romance with the neighbour uncle and believed uncle’s cock is big)



He was insulted looking at his massive size but quickly felt happy for his wife that finally she got to enjoy big cock, her choice of picking this old uncle is proved right one more time.  Nursing the baby, watching the movie on the screen and movie on the front row, Shiva got confused and went into some kind of fantasy without his knowledge

He had lost his job due to AI, expenses of baby  —hurt Shiva even more than the humiliations from the society about being jobless. He is feeling bad for not able to buy the cosmetics for his wife

To make ends meet, Shiva took on odd jobs driving cars.

In the process, he landed a job as a car driver for a landlord named Sudarshan.

One day, upon arriving at the office, his boss summoned him to his room and instructed him to go to a specific address, pick up a box they would hand him, and bring it back.

Shiva went to the address, mentioned Sudarshan’s name, collected the box, and started driving back to the office. On the way, curious about the contents, he opened it. Inside, he found a thin rope, six metal clips, a whip, and a small tube with a ball attached; when he pressed a button, the ball spun rapidly, making a whirring sound. Not fully understanding what these items were, he put them back in the box and went into his boss's room.

His boss was shouting at someone on the phone: "How can you tell me this now? Don't you have any sense? I booked this ages ago; what are my friends and I supposed to do now?" He then hung up.

"Sir, I’ve brought the box."

"Take it and throw it in the river."

"What do you mean, sir? You seem upset; if there’s anything I can do to help, I will."

Just then, Ramya called, but Shiva disconnected the call.

"My friends and I had booked a whore for the night, but the bitch bailed on us...The whole night's party is ruined."

Just then, Ramya called again.

"Go take that call," Sudarshan said.

Shiva stepped aside and answered the phone. "What is it? How many times do you have to call? What the hell are you doing that's so important?" she asked irritably.

Shiva explained everything that had happened to his wife.

"Oh really? Okay, ask them how much they're paying; I'll stay on the line," she said. Shiva put the phone in his pocket, went up to 'Sir', and asked, "Sir, so... how much are you offering for the booking?"

Sudarshan looked Shiva up and down with a hint of suspicion and said, "Twenty-five thousand. Do you know anyone? I'll give another five thousand if you do."



"I'll find out and let you know, Sir," Shiva said, stepping outside. He spoke into the phone: "Hey Ramya... you heard that, right? I'm hanging up now." Ramya interrupted, "Hey, listen to me. Tell him you know a whore and that you'll bring her—get the full thirty thousand." Shiva asked skeptically, "But I don't know anyone like that, do I?"

"Oh, you stupid husband of mine... I'm right here, aren't I? Take *me* along."



"Hey... I could understand you sleeping with this guy or that guy—I figured you did it because we needed the money—but now you're saying you'll go out on the street like a common whore?"

"Look, I'll sleep in some guy's bed, and I'll get paid for it too. Just go back in there and tell him—don't say another word."

Shiva thought for a moment, then went back inside and said, "Sir, I know a whore... I...I'll bring her, but she's asking for thirty thousand," Shiva mumbled.

"Tell her to go ahead, but she mustn't say no to anything we ask for—okay?"

"Alright, sir."

"By the way, is that whore fair-skinned? Does she wear a burqa?"

Swallowing his rising anger, he said, "Sir... you've never fucked anyone like her before... she's strictly 'family stock,' sir."



"Fair enough... here's ten thousand as an advance; the remaining twenty after the job is done." He then gave the address of where to come that evening.

Shiva set off for home to pick up his wife, Ramya aka Haseena. He explained everything and her trade name is Haseena and handed over a burqa to her to wear. Haseena (Ramya)  dressed and got ready.

She was wearing a white saree with a green floral pattern and a matching white blouse—through which her breasts were clearly visible—along with a white petticoat and a string of jasmine flowers in her hair; she looked exactly like a whore.

Shiva just stared at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You don't look like a married woman at all."

"Then what do I look like?"

"You look just like a street-corner whore."

"Haha, well, isn't that exactly what you're taking me along for—to play the whore?"

"Alright, let's go." Saying this, he handed over the burqa to her to wear. He got his wife into the car, drove to the address 'Sir' had given, and rang the doorbell. A man—roughly the same age as their 'Sir,' around fifty—opened the door and asked, "Who do you want to see?"

"Well, Sir... our Mohan Sir gave us this address."

"Oh."

"Yes, Sir."

"So, did you bring her?"

"I did, Sir," he said, pointing to his wife, Ramya, who was standing beside him.

"Wow, she's a stunning whore. Bring her inside."

Shiva took Ramya and went inside.

Inside, there were three men—including the one who had opened the door—all around the same age as their 'Sir' and dressed only in lungis. Just then, Sudarshan Sir walked out from an inner room, adjusting his lungi.

"Oh, Shiva, you're here? I was worried you might bail on us. Is this her?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hey Mohan, our broker usually brings us dark-skinned wenches, but this guy has brought a fair-skinned whore... and just looking at the way she's dbangd that saree, you can tell she's a total whore," one of the friends remarked.

"Hey Shiva... she looks just like the 'family whore' you described—fair-skinned and all... though she isn't wearing a burqa."

"Sir... I thought if she came up in the elevator dressed like *that*, someone might get suspicious... so I had her get ready like this... looking exactly like a respectable family woman."

"Hey Shiva... you're talking as if she's your own wife—like you personally oversaw her getting ready."

"Hey whore... go to the bathroom and change your clothes for the sirs."

Ramya takes her handbag, goes to the bathroom, and returns...



...dressed in an outfit they loved. They were stunned. "Yes, this is exactly our fantasy... we've been trying to fuck someone like this for ages but never managed it... and now, this driver guy has finally set it up for us," they thought with delight.

"Sir... we're running out of time... please start the 'work', sir."

"Alright... Hey Mohan, he works at our office, he's not just a broker... but he sure did catch a fine piece of ass for us."

"Oh, really? Then why are you just standing there? Hand over that liquor."

Shiva stepped forward to pour a drink. Meanwhile, the four of them devoured Haseena with their eyes.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Haseena"

 

"Wow... I want a fair-skinned whore like you... doesn't matter what your name is, we're just going to call you 'whore' anyway," they said, laughing.

Shiva watched to see how Ramya/Haseena would react. To his shock, she walked right up to them, let her saree pallu drop, and sat on one of their laps.

"If she's a whore, you *should* call her a whore, *Bava*." Saying this, she squeezed his cock right through his lungi.

"Damn, you slut—one squeeze and you're making me want to cum," he said, pulling her close and squeezing her buttocks.



Another man stood up and said, "Hey, take her and come into the bedroom," while grabbing Haseena by the hand and pulling her.

She landed right in his lap; her face was close to his cock, and she took it into her mouth—still through the lungi—and gave it a gentle nip.

Just then, Mohan Sir said, "Hey, let's watch you dance while we have a drink."

He helped Haseena up and said, "Hey girl, why don't you dance while slowly taking off your clothes?"

Haseena, who had already removed her pallu, unlocked the box Shiva had brought; singing along to the music, she unwrapped her saree and tossed it toward them. They all enjoyed her dance while drinking.

Next, she undid the hooks of her blouse one by one. Holding the garment against her body with her hands, she swayed her breasts—side to side, up and down—teasing the men further. Suddenly, she turned around, slipped the blouse off, and flung it back toward them without turning around again.

One of the men caught the blouse, pressed it against his face, and inhaled deeply. Letting out a moan of pleasure, he undid his lungi, wrapped the blouse around his erect cock, and began stroking it up and down.

Here, Haseena was dancing to the famous item song "bavalu sayya"; she untied the knot of her *langa* (skirt), twirled the drawstring, and swayed her waist in rhythm.

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Shiva is a good cuck he will enjoy many encounters of his beautiful milf wife with real bulls

[Siva veri 20]

Really amazing story bro pls give more update

[King Kesavan]

Next child will be from this old man

[Naga240]

Nice story.. keep going