Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

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Will publish next updates over the weekend! Cheers.

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“Zala ka? Ka ajun konala bolavu? (Are you done now? Or need more men?)” Mr. Patil sarcastically asked my wife.



Richa couldn’t react and instead remained seated on the floor covering her orifices and the bosom. Both Sandesh and Rakesh were now back to normal and waited in the room to see if the boss had any further commands. Mr. Patil relaxed on the sofa and commanded my wife to bring some refreshments for them. Richa got up sheepishly and walked towards the kitchen all naked as all the three men took a good view of her body. The men laughed suggestively to each other when Richa disappeared of their sight in the kitchen. Mr. Patil suggested Sandesh to drive to airport to pick Mr. Murthy so that they could wrap up the official work before having lunch and a free afternoon and rest of the day. Richa walked in just then carrying a tray with 3 glasses and a bottle of coke and some chips placed in a plate. She placed it on the same center table where she was screwed minutes back. Rakesh quickly served the cold drink for 3 of them and handed the glasses. They all picked the chips and sipped the coke while Richa stood at a distance. Both Rakesh and Sandesh couldn’t help but kept glancing at Richa and Mr. Patil didn’t fail to notice that.



“Ye bass ikade! (Come, sit here!)”, Mr. Patil called my wife. Richa acknowledged but sat down on the floor instead of sofa. She placed herself with her legs covering her openings and bums touching the sofa and tried covering her bosom with the arms.



“navinnavin purushan kadun thokun ghyala maja yete na?(Don’t enjoy screwing different men?)”, my wife was questioned by Mr. Patil. And he kept pinching her nipples until she answered.



“Jee, jee nahi, mera matlab, nahi aisi baat nahi hai!”, my wife coyly answered.



“Imran chi daasi zaliye Sir, swatach bolat hoti, Imran je sangto te sagle karte chup-chap! (She is Imran’s slave bitch Sir, she only confessed in the morning that she does any and everything that Imran asks for!)” Sandesh provided additional information to his boss and he nodded affirmatively.



“Kay kay kartes Imran sathi? (What all have you been doing for Imran?)”, Mr. Patil threw the question to embarrass my wife and continued pinching her nipples until she answered.



“Ji.. please.. jaisa wo kahte hai waisa! (Yes Sir, whatever he (Imran) asks for)!” my wife tried to keep it short but Mr. Patil insisted to elaborate and didn’t stop pinching until she gave up.



“Ji..aaahh.. matlab.. wo khud karte hai mere saath… aur kabhi kabhi aap ke paas bhi bhejte hai! (Yes Sir, sometimes he does it to me and other times send me over to you!)” my wife tried to provide additional details. But the men were still not satisfied, and Mr. Patil kept pinching her nipples bad to force her provide more details.



“Ji… kabhi ghar pe karte hai… kabhi kahi baahar bula lete hai… thoda sa rough treat karte hai… spanking mein bhi majaa aata hai unhe… aur kuch gaandi cheeje karne mein! (Yes Sir, sometimes he bangs me at home or sometimes outside also… he loves treating me rough… enjoys spanking me a lot… and at times the filthy things!)”, my wife couldn’t take the raw pinching and spilled the beans of her encounters although she kept it short at the filthy things.



“To thunkla tuzya tondat tari majaa yete na tula? (Don’t you enjoy him spitting in your mouth?)” Mr. Patil continued testing my wife and spitted on her face as he asked that questions. Richa closed her eyes at once as the globes landed just above her eyes and flowed down. She didn’t use her hands to wipe but instead let it trickle down and eventually licked the part that went up to her lips. Her submission even in that vulnerable state led the blood flow into groin and veins for all the three men. Sandesh sensed Rakesh’s growing unrest but kept his friend pinned down in front of his boss. But Mr. Patil, himself, was super-excited as Richa licked his saliva dripping from her face. A couple of more globes landed directly on her face and Richa ensured her mouth was open wide enough to help them direct inside her. “Asli zaavadi ahe na! (Such a slut she is)” Mr. Patil exclaimed as he moved closer and used his right palm randomly to slap her face, breasts and overall cleavage and arms. Richa quivered in pain as Mr. Patil used all his raw power but didn’t move any inch. He even splashed a glass of water violently on her face, but she wasn’t deterred. Sandesh and Rakesh were raring to tap on their opportunity, but Mr. Patil played it mature and calmed everyone down as it was almost eleven.



“Sandesh, you guys need to go and pick him up now. She will also need to clean herself and be ready to welcome him!”, Mr. Patil announced to put a pause to raunchy morning.



Sandesh and Rakesh acknowledged quickly and went to common bathroom to clean themselves. Rakesh was fidgeting with his manhood as he walked past Richa but didn’t try anything. Richa also picked herself and started cleaning up the place. Mr. Patil was overseeing the proceedings and instructing Rakesh to meet his friend at the airport. While Richa temporarily put on the kurta and leggings she had put in while coming over. She took away all the glasses, dishes and cleaned the floor using mop. She cleaned up the center table and everything around before proceeding to wash and dry the glasses. Sandesh and Rakesh had already left in Mr. Patil’s car to pick his friend from the airport. Mr. Patil asked Richa to take a bath and put on the saree she had brought with her. He made sure Richa clean up the bath and toilet also before the arrival of guest. Richa didn’t protest even once while doing all those cleaning chores before taking a full bath. When she was stepped out wearing the towel and petticoat, she found Mr. Patil in the room watching her with intent. “Kapda ghalu na? (May I put on the clothes?)”, my wife tried asking in her broken Marathi. He smiled and gave her a go ahead as he sat on the bed comfortable. “Towel kadh! (Remove the towel!)” he suggested my wife and she acknowledged. He was stunned seeing Richa's full breasts pushed into the fancy bra as she put on the magneta blouse and buttoned it. “Sadi tight nesaychi… ani thodi naval disli pahije… to south Indian ahe na! (Wrap the saree tightly… and keep the naval exposed… the guy (his friend) is south Indian!)”, Mr. Patil provided additional instructions as my wife started wearing the saree. He ensured she was properly dressed and wore right makeup before taking her out to living room. He instructed Richa to sit beside him on the sofa to explain the plan for the day.



“Aik vyavasthit, saglyat pahile, tuzi olakh mazi office admin mhanun karnar, call-girl nahi. So tyachya samor utavil hou nakos zavayla. Naidu barobar 1-2 deals sign karaychi ahet… tu paperwork madhe help kar…samajle ka? (Listen carefully, first of all, you’re going to be introduced as my office admin and not as a call-girl. Make sure you remember that and don’t seduce him upfront. We need to get a couple of routine deals signed up with Mr. Naidu (the visitor). You will help us with the paperwork. Do you understand?)”, Mr. Patil started planning in detail. My wife was slightly relieved to play that admin role than being the call-girl and acknowledged. Mr. Patil also showed her the 4-5 files and which one to be presented when along with their soft copies and additional documents. Richa didn’t have much trouble understanding the stuff.



“Naidu alyavar tyala greet karun cold drinks vagaire serve karayche… if he is not too hungry apan deals ch kam jevna adhi karun gheu. Tula amha doghana jevan serve vagaire karawe lagel…professionally… either ways… jevlyavar… tyala room madhe escort karun…zopayla dyayache… tya timing la thoda seduction athva tyala haat vagaire laavu dyayacha….okay? (Greet him once he (Mr. Naidu) arrives and make him comfortable. Offer him water, cold drinks or refreshments as required. Check if he is hungry or not. If not, we will get papers signed before the lunch. Either ways, post lunch, escort him to the bedroom and make sure he is comfortable. You may try slight seduction from that point onward. Clear?)”, Mr. Patil provided further context and my wife acknowledged once again.




“Unki choices kaisi hai? Matlab aapke jaise hi hai? (How does Mr. Naidu enjoy it? Are his choices like yours?)”, this time my wife asked a question to Mr. Patil. It brought a smile on his face and that actually embarrassed Richa and she lowered her gaze instantly. “Don’t worry! Let some of those be surprises. I think you can manage anything, won’t you?”, Mr. Patil commented with some level of sarcasm and Richa didn’t respond any further. A few moments passed as Richa quickly arranged files, other papers etc. and went inside to ensure kitchen was in place too. She put out the new towels, adjusted bed linen, pillows and everything in the room and sprayed some air freshener before coming back and sitting on the sofa beside Mr. Patil. His cell phone rang, and Sandesh informed him that he was driving Mr. Naidu from airport to the apartment. Richa was slightly nervous as Mr. Patil patted her back and proceeded to put on some formal clothes. Richa checked her appearance quickly and sat back on the sofa spending some nervous moments. This was her real time role playing and she was apprehensive. It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Richa looked at Mr. Patil who indicated she should be opening the door.

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“Welcome to Mumbai, Mr. Naidu!”, Richa opened the door and greeted the dark man standing outside of the door in a traditional Indian way. She kept a full smile on her face and ensured she bent just enough to give him slightest of the glimpse of her cleavage. Mr. Naidu wasn’t very different in appearance than the old guy Naidu (Mr. Nagarkar’s ally) from our society although he wasn’t aged. Richa noticed him to be in his 50s with some shades of grey hairs. He wasn’t very tall (maybe around 5’6) with average to strong built a slight paunch but wearing good formal clothes and smelled good courtesy some expensive perfume. Both of them made a good personal impression at each other as Mr. Naidu too was pleased to see a good-looking lady smiling full to welcome him inside. Mr. Patil then greeted his friend as the both seated on the sofa while Sandesh left his bag inside and left for downstairs. Richa quickly rushed into kitchen and brought a jar of water with two glasses, poured it and handed to both. “Would you prefer an orange or cola flavored cold-drink Sir?” my wife asked Mr. Naidu in a pleasant tone and quickly poured him the orange flavored cold drink. They spoke about few things here and there and about Mr. Naidu’s travel plan. It seemed he was leaving the next morning flight.



“Meet Richa by the way! She is new admin assistant!”, Mr. Patil suddenly introduced my wife to his friend. He stood up and shook my wife’s hand. He certainly enjoyed the soft touch and kept her hand in his for some good time before releasing. “Very pleased to meet you Sir!” my wife added some buttery sentences. “She is the reason I am organized here. She has been taking good care of us! You will see it today”, Mr. Patil dropped the first subtle bomb. “Sure! I am glad with the reception! Looking forward to!” Mr. Naidu acknowledged. Both the men discussed business after the initial pleasantries while Richa remained seated across sofa by Mr. Patil’s side, handing him the required files and documents for the discussion. It appeared the deals were already well discussed and finalized and signing them was a formality more than anything. Mr. Naidu suggested to wrap up signing of papers before proceeding to lunch since he wasn’t particularly hungry. Richa quickly cleaned up the center table, arranged all the papers to be signed on it and handed the pens to both the men. She sat on her knees gracefully (not obscene) on the opposite side of the center table and helped the movement of papers from one bunch to both the men and then placing them in another folder once they were signed. She noticed Mr. Naidu glancing at her slightly exposed cleavage as she had bent further to help the signing process. Things were progressing nicely and as per the plan. Richa arranged all the papers properly in the folders once the singing was done and kept it safely on the adjacent storage. Mr. Patil himself assisted her and then he suddenly put his hands around her, on both her shoulders, and loudly thanked her for all the support. But Richa reacted professionally until she served the food to both and had her own as well.



It was almost an hour since Mr. Naidu entered the apartment. He was now comfortable, and they were just chitchatting now. Richa learnt that Mr. Naidu was planning to visit a relative in the evening and then return to the room for the night to catch his flight the next morning. There were still no indicators about her involvement from Mr. Patil so she was getting slightly confused. But he clarified soon when he informed Mr. Naidu. “I will take leave now but Richa will be there for you. I will meet you guys for the dinner.” The friends or business partners agreed and Mr. Patil went to his room to gather his stuff before departing from there. It was now when Mr. Naidu started flirting a bit with my wife. “I am glad you’re staying; I thought I will have to bear with the driver (Sandesh)!” Mr. Naidu spoke in a flirtatious tone and winked. My wife remained sport and smiled back and kept the momentum on. “You’re looking gorgeous in that saree and blouse combination!” Mr. Naidu continued praising my wife. Richa acted blushed and acknowledged the compliments gracefully once again. He was already closing on my wife when Mr. Patil stepped out from his room and was about to leave the apartment. “You have the car and driver downstairs if you need to get anywhere! And off-course Richa!” he exclaimed with a wink as he was leaving the apartment. Mr. Naidu was getting warmed up and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was to be put into business. But she remained polite as she locked the door behind Mr. Patil and turned again to Mr. Naidu.



“Bastard! He is lucky to have a PA like you!” Mr. Naidu commented as he relaxed on the sofa. Richa didn’t react and instead asked him if he would like to change into something comfortable as he was still in same clothes he had arrived. He agreed at once and my wife walked him into the neatly set up bedroom. It had attached big bathroom with a tub as well. Mr. Naidu was impressed with the décor as he took an inspecting round. Richa arranged a soft tee shirt and short pants for him. The towels and everything was already placed in the bathroom, the bed was done up and pillows were arranged too. “Would you mind changing into these?” Richa asked him indicating the clothes on the bed. “Or would you prefer something you’ve got?” she followed up asking if he was carrying anything of his own. Mr. Naidu opted for the tee and short pants and proceeded to the bathroom to change. He took off everything and put on the tee and pants, splashed water on his face and then walked out. Richa was standing already with a towel and he used it and then went back in to get his clothes. Richa offered to volunteer but he brought it all out and threw on the chair beside before jumping onto the bed. “May I please arrange your clothes into the wardrobe?”, Richa asked Mr. Naidu before touching his clothes. She arranged his shirt and trousers on two separate hangers but was somewhat puzzled to see him leaving his vest and boxers also. She realized he was just into short pants and nothing inside and that made her slightly nervous. Mr. Naidu was obviously watching her intently especially trying to find out how she was going to deal with his inner wear. She threw a quick glance and found a wry smile on him which added to her anxiety. But she remained composed and picked up the vest first followed by the boxers and put them onto a hanger separately and kept all the hangers in the wardrobe. “Anything else you need, Sir?”, Richa asked him indicating she would now let him alone in the room and let him take rest.



“I will get you newspapers, TV remote and a jar of water”, Richa followed up before Mr. Naidu would ask for anything. She arranged them beside his bed and proceeded to leave. “Please call me if you need anything Sir!”, she promised him.



“Wait! Are you leaving?”, Mr. Naidu responded quickly this time. “Why don’t you wait here if you don’t mind? I am not really that sleepy!”, Mr. Naidu started playing his cards carefully. Richa smiled and agreed as per Mr. Patil’s instructions. She positioned herself onto the sofa while Mr. Naidu was on the bed. He got up and sat on the adjacent chair as he turned on the TV. Richa remained seated and kept looking at TV as Mr. Naidu started surfing through the channels. He surfed through some of the news channels(especially the business ones) and tried to strike the conversation around the market condition and some business friendly policies and all. Richa wasn’t dumb and could respond in a smart way and kept him satisfied with the responses. “I hope you aren’t getting bored watching those stupid news! Let us watch something interesting!” he spoke as he moved into the sports channels. But he further proceeded to the movies set but couldn’t settle on anything particular. The afternoon was starting to turn into boring when he noticed a USB drive connected to the TV set. He struggled with the TV remote but eventually managed to get into the USB mode. Richa's heart started racing when the folder showed up on the TV. It had folders named Romantic songs – Hindi, Romantic scenes – English and some South Indian sexy songs as well. It also had some movies like Hatestory, Jism parts etc. Richa couldn’t help but recollect the hospital encounter with Mr. Verma when he started playing Jism -2 movie scene in front of her. “Looks interesting!”, Mr. Naidu licked his lips and exclaimed with a wink. Richa couldn’t react openly and acted blushed again. “I wasn’t aware of this!”, she responded as if to clarify that she didn’t put it there. She was glad that Mr. Naidu didn’t play the Jism movie but instead settled on South Indian romantic songs.



But she noticed the very first song featuring a beautiful south Indian actress in a tight saree (just like her) being ravished by an actor (an old fellow actually). The resemblance was striking as Mr. Naidu exclaimed in lust watching the video. He was even humming the song tune as Richa remained seated tight. “Doesn’t she look like you?” Mr. Naidu forcefully spoke with Richa who was totally confused where to keep her eyes on. The screen had some raunchy lovemaking as the actor started kissing the naval of the actress and gradually moving up to her bosom, kissing all over her shoulder blades and cleavage, moving to the mouth to smooch the actress. The actress was cooperating and letting her man enjoy her body as he wanted. “Wow, lucky bastard!” Mr. Naidu exclaimed again to grab Richa's attention as he adjusted the shorts around his groin. He was instantly hard and Richa's couldn’t help this time but notice it. He saw her glancing and then look away and enjoyed her discomfort. The actor and actress were now drenched in the rain and hugging each other like no end and then again smooching hard while this time the actor moving on the back of the actress. He undid the strings of her blouse and started grabbing her smooth back and kissing there aggressively. “Damn! He also gets paid to enact this!” Mr. Naidu continued his verbal assault of the actor for enjoying that beautiful actress savagely. Richa remained seated for few more minutes until Mr. Naidu started flaunting his erection openly.

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When she was about to get up and step out, Mr. Naidu made his move. He came from behind and planted a kiss on her back while holding her hand. He acted filmy and moved up slowly towards her shoulders. Richa's blouse had a deep cut and was showing a lot of her shoulders and back and Mr. Naidu explored and kissed her in hurry. It was merely about a minute or so but the lack of reaction sealed Richa's fate. Richa never confessed if she didn’t intentionally stop him or her body overpowered her. Whatever it was, my wife was kissing the 50-year-old guy next minute. He made her sit down on the sofa and kissed her lips first. Richa closed her eyes in anticipation and widened her arms indicating a green signal. Mr. Naidu was pleased to have seduced her quickly. “I hope Patil doesn’t have problems!”, he smiled and exclaimed as he broke the kiss momentarily. Richa was now leaning against the hand-rest of the sofa and Naidu was all over her kissing her aggressively. Richa was mostly passive as he mostly kissed her face, lips and went slowly towards her shoulders, neck and cleavage and arms. He was yet to move her pallu or attack her chest but seeing no reaction or resistance, he gather enough courage. Richa had opened her mouth by then to let him touch her tongue and taste each other’s saliva. He was getting confident but instead of attacking her bosom, he lifted her carefully and focused on her back. He started licking her back lustfully and planting kisses on it. As he focused from behind, his hands moved forward, and the fingers were touching Richa's lips and gradually opening her mouth. He was pleasantly surprised when my wife started sucking his fingers while her back was being licked by him. It probably set the tone for him.



“You do sleep with Patil regularly, right?”



Mr. Naidu spilled the beans as he moved to face her and detached her pallu. He placed his palm under her chin and made her face him to answer. Richa didn’t answer directly but lowered her gaze. He enjoyed her discomfort as his hand grabbed one of Richa's melons and pressed it. “Ouuuhhh”, my wife moaned as he increased the force and her body contracted. She noticed his aggression growing as he conquered both her breasts and started thrashing and squeezing them hard. He wasn’t rough yet but there was tremendous lust in it. He lowered on her and started kissing her wildly. They were nasty and sloppy kisses as he explored her mouth deep and wide. Richa was already getting warmed up as she voluntarily placed her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He enjoyed her support and started kissing her cherries and bosom over the fabric. He didn’t unhook her blouse but instead moved down to her naval. Richa had Mr. Naidu (the oldie) already explored her naval and she was aware of South Indian men’s fascination to naval so she started breathing harder to tease him further with the movement of her stomach as if she was super excited. It worked as Mr. Naidu started pinching her stomach and waist and kissing her naval before exploring it deeper with his tongue. His lust was increasing as he soon started biting her stomach and waist and pressing her boobs harder. When Mr. Naidu broke for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Richa in a vulnerable position with her arms stretched outright above her head and her bosom totally exposed to him with closed eyes and heaving breathing. He smiled to himself knowing that Richa was well under his control.



“You didn’t answer me earlier! You bed him regularly, don’t you?” he repeated his question.



Richa smiled this time suggestively as if to affirm his doubt although it wasn’t completely true. But Mr. Naidu enjoyed it smelling as his victory as he extended his hand to take my wife off the sofa and towards the bed. Richa grabbed his hand and raised herself slowly as if being walked towards the bedroom by her lover. He was quite gentle as he placed his arm around her waist while her saree remained palluless. As they approached the bed, he placed his other hand on the plates of my wife’s saree that were tucked. He gently pulled the tucking out dislodging her saree wrap. Richa moved into circles in filmy style letting him unwrap the saree while holding her other hand over her head. He bent down again to kiss her naval and tummy as my wife stood only in her blouse and petticoat in front of her new man. This time he moved up quickly and planted kisses over the blouse on her breasts before smooching her once again. This was turning into a nice lovemaking and surprisingly Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable as she kept playing along. Naidu turned her around as he kissed her back and shoulders again and this time grabbing her tits and also proceeding to unhook her blouse. He was thankfully quite gentle with her clothes as her saree and blouse were soon lying on the bed but weren’t torn apart. Richa was turned again as Naidu buried himself into her cleavage exposed with her cupped bra. He kept sniffing and kissing her while his hands were holding and grabbing her waist, stomach, back and gradually moving down to her buttocks as well. The television was still playing those raunchy and naughty south Indian songs but Mr. Naidu was totally engaged in Richa as she soon lost her bra and her jugs were exposed to him. They didn’t realize Richa's phone ringing as Mr. Naidu was completely drowned in sucking and licking her beautiful and round breasts and hard nipples.



Richa didn’t intervein or stop him to answer the phone although she knew from the ringtone that it was one of her tormentors. “Imran sent me here and Mr. Patil wanting me with his friends anyways”, my wife calculated the risk of not answering her tormentors. She thought it was worth taking the risk as she helped Naidu burry himself completely into her jugs and enjoy them fullest. The man was totally engrossed with the size, firmness (and softness) and colour of my wife’s breasts and attacked like a hungry predator. He was much gentle though as he kept sucking them long and kissing and licking her nips to fullest. Richa slowly adjusted herself against the royal cushion of the sofa armrest while Naidu was all over her. She silently picked up the phone to see Mr. Patil calling. “Yes Sir!”, my wife murmured softly with her other hand cuddling Naidu’s neck who was still buried. “Kay ga zavade, laglis ka tyachya sobat? (Slut! Are you already started with him(Naidu)?)”, Mr. Patil asked brazenly from the other side. “Yes Sir, its going fairly alright Sir!”, my wife answered in meek volume as if to not disturb her man. “Kay alright? Kapde kadhle ki nahi? Boche fodle ki nahi ajun?”(Shut up! has he stripped you yet or spanked your bums?), Mr. Patil continued his interrogation in his raw language. “Jee! Haan ji, chal hi raha hai! (Yes Sir, the action is already going on!)”, my wife had a tough time answering him but she provided further clarification in Hindi to keep him happy. Mr. Naidu was alerted this time as she spoke a complete sentence. He stopped instantly like a gentleman when he noticed her talking on phone. Richa signaled him to continue though as she continued entertaining Mr. Patil. “Details rande! (Need details you slut!)” Mr. Patil seem aggrieved on the other side.



“Haan ji! Saree aur blouse utaar diya hai! Chus rahe hai humare boobs ko! (Yes Sir, he has stripped my saree and blouse! And is now sucking my boobs!)”, my wife finally confessed openly.



“Patil! She is one hail of a babe man! You lucky bastard! I am going to have her all today!”, Mr. Naidu expressed his intentions clearly as soon as Richa put the phone on speaker and clarified that it was Mr. Patil asking eagerly from the other side.



“Absolutely man! No holds barred! She has even licked my ass!”, Mr. Patil spilled the beans although he didn’t enlist all the endeavors (fortunately for my wife). “I’ll see you guys in the evening! Quench all your fantasies!”, Mr. Patil advised his business partner as he disconnected.

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Richa expected all hails to break loose with the background Mr. Patil provided. She even noticed a distinct change in Naidu’s aggression level. Her mouth opened automatically as his fingers approach her lips and pinched them roughly. She was fisted regularly by all her men and she encouraged Naidu on the same line. He appreciated her eagerness but didn’t push his fist inside her mouth and instead kept rubbing and pinching both her lips. He did exactly what Richa was scared about. He delayed his reaction and instead waited for her to speak or react. Now, Richa has confessed this to me multiple times that she doesn’t mind her men going extra rough but finds it difficult to strike conversations in such vulnerable situations. And, she is not an introvert who avoids conversations; she is well read and confident. But when she finds herself in such situations, her submissiveness kicks in and she finds herself completed subdued. In other words, she finds it hard to accept that she enjoys being treated rough but finds it further enticing when men make her admit it. Her soft spot has been exploited multiple times by all her men. This time she was facing the dilemma again in front of her new man. Mr. Naidu simply stopped sucking her chest and instead sat down on the sofa adjacent to her while she was facing him. “Is that really true? What have you done with him?”, finally the question was put to her. Richa didn’t answer and lowered her gaze but Naidu didn’t seem to be backing out.



“Come on, face me and speak!”, Naidu started the interrogation. Richa's nervousness grew in leaps and bounds as she noticed him determined to extract information. He stretched his hand and pulled her chin up so she couldn’t even avoid looking at him. “I need details, quick!”



“Nothing much Sir! At times I have slept with Mr. Patil while my hubby was away! He enjoys being a little kinky as well. So, on one of the occasions, he made me lick his body as such!”, my wife provided some details that brought a wry smile on him.



“I understand sleeping around! I’m sure he has enjoyed your body a lot! But licking the ass? I mean, did he force you or you volunteered? Are you someone enjoying the filth?”, the interrogation continued as Mr. Naidu asked pointed questions. He fidgeted with his member as he spoke indicating his unrest due to growing member. Richa wondered if he also had the same kinky taste or would he be rough, or would he just grind over! Hearing Mr. Patil’s words, she expected him to be on the kinky side and not rough as he was quite gentle until the phone call. “Let me strip you completely first!”, Mr. Naidu interrupted before Richa's response and led her stand up to unwrap her remaining clothes. It didn’t take him any time to strip her completely as my wife sat down reluctantly, covering her womanhood in naked state with just her wedlock(mangalsutra) and bangles on her. Mr. Naidu stretched his arm and grabbed a nip and started playing gently as he continued interrogation. “Alright! Tell me now how the ass licking went?” he put the straight question. Richa tried seducing him by pushing her hands behind her back, adjusting her hairs and thus protruding her breasts out towards him. He liked it and grabbed both her melons but didn’t bury himself into them and instead continued. “Tell me quick!”



“In one of those meetings, after Patil ji banged me hard we proceeded to take a bath together. While we were in his bathtub, there was a bottle of chocolate syrup nearby. Patil Sir picked it up and sprayed on my body and started licking it off. In the passionate moments, I also put some on his chest and started reciprocating. He loved it a lot and I kept playing along. But it soon turned kinky as he put the syrup on his member first and then all over his groin. Before I realize I found him smothering my face with his groin first and then slowly with his bums. He was so much turned on that I didn’t feel like protesting although it was too filthy and instead continued licking him as he liked. Another couple of minutes and he put some on his ass crack followed by inside. He looked up to me and I had no courage to reject his offer. That set the trigger!”, my wife clarified in one shot and then stopped. She couldn’t face him anymore and looked down breathing heavily. She was expecting (or rather hoping) that he would attack her at least now knowing her dark secrets. But nothing of that sort happened as Naidu remained quiet but kept pressing her breasts softly.



“Was that just once? Or do you do it regularly? What else have you done with him?”, Naidu resumed her interrogation; much to her aggravation.



“I thought he said you’ve until evening. And you wouldn’t want to waste it just asking the questions!”, my wife commented sarcastically. It surprised herself too as that’s never her nature to be blunt or arrogant in those vulnerable positions. But the words were already spoken.



“Don’t you worry! I am always under control!”, Mr. Naidu responded with a wry smile. He was annoyed with the tone as Richa sensed her nips pinched hard for a moment or two, but he didn’t lose composure. Richa didn’t react but just kept looking away as if disinterested. Mr. Naidu waited for her to react as he kept playing with her nips and handling her breasts patiently. But she did not.



“WHACK!”, a strong slap followed the minute of silence.



“I need an answer!”, came a stern voice. Richa literally trembled with the power and looked up to her man who was equally calm as before and kept playfully pulling her nipples. But the sheer power and determination meant there was no scope of negotiation.



“No, it started as one time but then Patil Sir enjoy doing nasty things! I have been regularly licking his body. He enjoys being dirty as well as daring! I have been used in the office, his house, in a taxi and also at my place multiple times. And he also loves sharing me with his friends!”, my wife didn’t hold much back this time.



“And are you saying you don’t have an option but to play along?” Mr. Naidu’s question baffled my wife.



“No, I have not been pushed into this! But yes, I get pushed a lot when I am in the middle of it!”, my wife finally answered with a naughty smile. She saw no reason to play coy in front of this new man anymore who was now knowing a lot of her secrets. She chose to release herself from the mental trauma and instead leaving the ball in his court. She prepared herself to confess that she had been a nasty slut since everyone knew the purpose of her presence in the room. And then she hoped that he would stop his interrogation.



“And is that only with Patil Sir and his friends?”, the interrogation continued.



The stance changed a bit though as Mr. Naidu took her on his lap and pulled her mouth to kiss on her lips. Richa saw the opportunity and offered him full mouth, letting him explore her tongue and feed her his saliva. Mr. Naidu enjoyed that sloppy kissing as he kept pressing her tits alternately. He was now confidently and aggressively pulling or pushing my wife as if she was his paid meal. Richa exhibited no resistance that led to increased aggression on his part as he stuffed her mouth and then kept smooching her hard and licking her face until her face looked messed. He wasn’t exactly spitting it out, but the effect was similar and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was made to taste a new saliva. She remained completely polite but was startled a bit when Mr. Naidu lifted her up and threw on the edge of the bed. There was nothing to hide from him as Mr. Naidu spread her legs towards the edge of the bed as if to penetrate her. He positioned himself between her legs, placed her hands on the side and rested her head on a thick pillow. She was in a perfect position to start banging but Naidu was in his shorts and tee. Richa was glad to see him get rid of tee although he was quite hairy. But he didn’t pull his shorts down immediately.



“SLAP”, this time he targeted Richa's lower lips and womanhood as he repeated his question. “So, how many men have been here?” he repeated as if pointing towards her opening. A series of gentle SLAPs followed seeing no response form my wife. “Other than Patil Sir, his friends and hopefully your husband! Who else?” the question was repeated one more time. And this time her clit was punctured and pinched. Richa shivered in pain and excitement and her body jerked instantly. “Oh gosh! Please, aaaaaahhhhhh”, my wife moaned at that teasing and Naidu enjoyed it. The intensity increased, and the teasing soon turned somewhat painful but Richa kept her lips sealed. When Richa didn’t answer after few more pinches, Mr. Naidu changed his approach. He lifted her legs and brought them together and then blasted those with his hands. A series of 7-8 strong SLAPs on either side brought a good moaning of my wife as she jerked in pain. Mr. Naidu had a good solid and firm hand and he explored a good amount of her flesh on the bum cheeks.

[nand]

Hot going, Thank you BHARAT. Make us waiting eagerly ...............

[jeyalove1986]

Nice updates. Keep posted regularly bharath.

[MasterR]

welcome back Bharat... love this session with Mr. Naidu.. just wishing that he has deep rooted sadism which never got an opportunity till now. and all that will be unleashed on Richa. would also love to see him abuse her to the max while humiliating her.. please add wax on armpits, clothpins and whipping off the wax with a belt.. 

Love
R

[bharats1981]

welcome back Bharat... love this session with Mr. Naidu.. just wishing that he has deep rooted sadism which never got an opportunity till now. and all that will be unleashed on Richa. would also love to see him abuse her to the max while humiliating her.. please add wax on armpits, clothpins and whipping off the wax with a belt.. 

Love
R

[pro10]

please update more often

[nand]

Please update BHARATH ji. Stage set for further hot episode. Waiting for you

[Vinukollam]

Expecting a long update.......

[nand]

Please Bharath, waiting for your hot erotic sexy spicy update.

[Calypso25]

Please update bharat.

[pcirma]

Welcome nand and bharats1981 in this forum.
Repped you both.
Please continue the story.

[Iamyourslady]

Please update soon bharat

[Vinukollam]

Waiting for long.... expecting that the update is also a long one

[nand]

Shall we expect any updates this week end?
Please Bharath

[jeyalove1986]

Waiting for a long time Bharath.

[nand]

This week also gone without Richa. :cry: :cry: :cry: