Adultery HOTT HOUSEWIFE -MILKED BY CHACHAJI by bhukhalund

[manigopal]

 
FIRST CHACHAJI SHOWN LUND TO ME AND THEN HARIA MADE ME FIST HIS TOOL IN MY HOUSE…NOW FUCK WITH OTHERS WAS NOT FAR OFF …
Ram would be happy to see mummey after about a week.
He entered house with his normal announcement .
 
“maa bhukh lagi hai ..khana do…( I am hungry , give thinga to eat,)
 
He was standing in front of me looking at mummey…
 
Ram --- sach maa, nothing can be more beautiful and eye catching than these mummey.
 
Baby had finished first and was now on second nipple . Still I pushed mummey forward .
 
Me - it is as much yours as it is of your brother and father but you must change yourself.. stop speaking bad words, dirty words ..any news of college , girl friend ..
I caressed mummey myself .
 
Me --- young girls will have better and harder mummey than me.. you have felt naa..how nice it is to press mummey of munni didi…
He moved my hand away and palmed free mummey ..
 
Ram - you yourself is bad.. you are telling me to stop talking dirty but you yourself is instigating me to press others mummey. ( he squeezed thrice and kept holding it) , maa I don’t want even to see other girl or lady…I want just this and you.
Thanks , I was impressed that all along he did not utter a dirty word.
 
Me - chal kitna dabayega , jyada aur baar-bar dabaayega to dheela ho jaayega aur phir tu issey chhuyega bhee nahi…tera baap bhee gaali dega kee kis-se kis-se dab-baa kar chuchi dheela kar diya hai…( now stop, how much you will press , if you squeeze more , again & again then it will get loose and you will not enjoy it yourself and your father will scold me that I have allowed other to fondle it so that these mummey became so loose ..)
 
Ram --- ( bend and first kissed baby and then my cheeks ) chhee again you have talked those dirty words (chuchi) , if you utter again then I will forget that you are my mother ..
 
Pause .
 
He moved his index finger softly at my lips ..
 
Ram ----- don’t get angry , please tell what father does with you …
Now bastard wants to know women’s night secret.
 
Me-- he loves me a lot, how find for yourself .( I thought of teasing him ) I know you watches how Pinki gets loved by other , your father loves me better than her.
 
Ram - (squuzing breast very tightly ) something has happened , till few days back you were talking so nicely and decently …
 
Me ---- ( I took over from me …) I read only one of your porno books , how nicely it is written…
He looked sternly and went out .
 
Should I let him see our ( me & husband) love action at night ?. I did not get any answer . He returned after changing dress and washing face. He took baby from me and I prepared snacks and tea. We had it together and this time talked decently like mother and son.
 
He got up telling ‘now you are a good mother’ ,
 
Me - and you are still a bad son…always fondling with chuchi and lips…stop that and be a good son..
 
Ram took his required books and walked outside .
 
Ram - ----- No and, never, just one dose daily..
He went out laughingly .
 
“Ram , I think I want more of you .”
 
I have seen cocks of chachaji, fisted cock of Haria but not of Ram and dudhwala . I want feel of their cocks also..and soon.
 
I got a feeling that chachaji will call me TODAY . I changed to nice dress ..with my normal blouse over bra and panty as well. I changed dress of baby also. I again planned to carry baby with me , with baby around hopefully, chacha will not try to fuck me.
 
Ram returned and sat beside me . he looked at me…
 
Ram- don’t wear red coloured dress . he took aanchal in his hand .
 
Me – why , is it dirty or not looking good . I think it is clean and looking nice.
 
Ram - (caressing thighs over clothes) it is nice but making you more deadly .
 
Me – what you mean ?( I really did not understand why he called me deadly)
 
My God, what is this , his hands were now on top thighs . He pressed and I felt sad , he removed hand .
 
Me - don’t pretend that you don’t know.. as such you are making life of men including small kids like me miserable , everyone wants to die in your arms but in this red coloured dress men will fall between your thighs like ants fall and die on light bulbs .
 
He got up, moved away .
 
Ram - go fast , chachaji is calling you , he is very angry that you have not met him for almost a week. Take brother with you, I have lot of homework…
 
Me – what he said ?
 
Ram - that you don’t like him and if you don’t meet him today he will stop tuting me …and I want his tuition it is helping me a lot.
 
Me - if I don’t get time , he can also come and meet me, afterall it is his house only.. ( I lifted baby) ok ,I am going, if father comes give him to eat..i have arranged his plate ..
 
I walked out . I heard sound of door getting bolted from inside .
 
But, I had to halt at door , I heard chachaji replying to another man standing near him…
 
Chachaji --- arrey nahi, aap late nahi hai, Bina beti abhee aati hee hogi…maine uske bete ko bola hai maa ko juldi bhejne. ( no, no, you are not late , Bina would be coming now , I have told his son to send his mother soon).
 
So they are waiting for me. But I never met new man, neither I wish to meet.. I already have four men to handle . I wanted to turn back but he saw me .
 
Chachaji ---- beti, ghabraao mut, andar aao ..( beti , don’t get worried , come inside )
 
I walked slowly towards him. He took baby from my lap and while taking Harpal, his finger crushed over chuchi but only for few seconds . Chachaji ne jor se aankh maari (winked at me ) . He took baby and sat with baby on his lap. He introduced us ..
 
Chachaji - she is my Bina beti …about whom I talked with you,
I wondered what an old man talked with other man also in early 50 but of much better health, taller and handsome than chachaji himself ..
 
Chachaji ---- beti , tum inko jaanti ho ..? ( beti , do you know him..?)
I shook head . I was here for about 4 months but I never seen him before. Now not chachaji but that man spoke ,
 
Man - I am Vishnu Kant Gupta , people known to me and in this area called me Guptaji…
 
I folded hand to him. Chachaji added smilingly ,
 
Chachaji - Guptaji is father of Pinki.. you know Pinki !
 
I did folded hand again and informed them that I met Pinki.
 
Guptaji - I have met your husband Vinay and Ram but not you . They are good and that’s why my daughter and daughter –in-law both likes them very much but you are best, just extraordinary ,
 
I blushed to hear him, bowed my head and eyes down . Like a young women do while meeting a man whom she may like , I dig floor with thumb.
 
I looked up at him with full of shyness and maybe affection for him.. I lied that I heard about him from her daughter.
 
Me - you own a press ,is not it ?
 
He smiled , He took out few books from his cloth bag.. He gave one similar book to each of us, me and chachaji . I smiled to see title ..
 
“ Five Simple ways to achieve Moksha (Salvation).”
 
Chachaji also smiled and kept book aside .
 
Guptaji - Brajeshji , why you are smiling ?
 
I now name of chachaji . He caressed baby’s head who was moving his limbs playfully as if he is in lap of mother.
 
Chachaji - there is one simpler and easier way to achieve salvation !
We both looked at chachaji and waited .
 
Chachaji ----- aur wo hai..bharpur chudai…mann-bhar kar chodo, partner ko khush karo, santusht karo aur aapko ek nahi aneko baar moksha ( salvation ) milega ..( and that is full sex , fuck with all your might and satisfaction and ensure full satisfaction to your partner ,then not once but again and again you would achieve salvation).
 
I put my hand on both ears . baap re chachaji kaisa aadmi hai , kisee ke saamne bhee kuchh bolta hai…but Guptaji remained undisturbed , he being a friend of chachaji he must be used to these..
 
Guptaji ---- tum nahi badlega Brajesh, le tu bhee apne tareeke se moksha prapt kar.. ( you will not change Brajesh, take, you also achieve salvation through your own way) .
 
He pushed another book to chachaji , first book was well bound and having colourful cover where as this other book was of paper cover , with simple cover and size of this book was like a porno story book which chachaji had given me.
 
Guptaji -- aur lo, ye 5000/- ,logo ne teri kahani ko bahut pasand kiya hai..( take this 5000/- people have very much liked your story )
 
Chachaji turned pages of book and then smilingly passed book to me ..i took it and read the cover having title and caption ,
 
“ Mastram kee kahania “
And below this was another caption , “ bete kaa lund sabse pyara “
 
And book slipped out of my hand .. I never felt so much stripped and fucked publically .. this was the same title I gave to story I wrote .
 
Chachaji --- arrey beti, sharmao mut .. le ye paisa ,tera hai…( beti , don’t feel ashamed , take your money ,it is yours ).
 
Guptaji - Brajesh , ussey kyo rupya de rahe ho…( why you are giving money to her ).
 
Chachaji -- Guptaji , kyoki ‘bete kaa lund sabse pyaara ‘ maine nahi meri beti Bina ne likha hai …( because ,story titled ‘bete kaa lund sabse pyara ‘ is written by this my Bina beti..
 
I was seated like a stripped woman. I wanted to run away, die somehow
and I did simplest possible thing.. I covered face in shame by both hands.
 
Guptaji - Bina , issmey sharmaate baali koi baat nahi.. sach tumne bahut badhiya likha hai… bahut kam aurate hai jo iss tarah kee kahani likh sakti hai…maine issey chhapne ke pahle kam se kam 10 baar padha , apni bahu se padhaya, ussne bhee ek bhee galti nahi nikaali , bahut pasand aaya ussey bhee tab hamne jaise kaa taisa chhap diya aur logo ne bahut hee pasand kiya ..( Bina, there is nothing to feel ashamed , in fact you have written very nicely, I read it many time, I got it read by my daughter-in-law , she also liked it very much, she also could not find any mistake then only it got printed ..and people liked it very much ) .
 
With face covered I heard it. I heard about Pinki , his daughter but his DIL reads such things in presence of sasur , I wanted to ask but chachaji raised my querries ..
 
Chachaji -- kya Gupta , bahu ko ye sab padhate ho, choot, lund aur chudai kee kahani…( what Gupta , you are telling your DIL to read such story of lund, cunt and sex…”
 
Guptaji -- koi upay nahi hai , bahu padhee-likhee hai aur press kee asal maalkin ab wohi hai.. ab wo editing bhee karti hai…bina usske approve kiye hum kuchh nahi chhap sakte , naa bhagwan ke baarey mey aur naa choot aur lund ke baarey mey… ( there is no other way.she is educated and real owner of press , she is doing editing also and without her approval I can not print any thing ,neither about God nor about choot & lund.”
 
I uncovered face, I was feeling very hot ,not because of any sex desire but because of way both talked. How a sasur can ask bahu to read such filthy story about hard core sex with son and mother. I did not want to believe this.
 
Me - please eisee gandi baat mut kijiye ..mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi hai…mai jaati hun.. ( please don’t speak so filthy , I am ashamed , I am going..)
But not chachaji, Guptaji held my hand , he released it immediately . I looked at him.
 
I did not know myself whether my eyes expressed anger or lust or disbelieve .
 
Guptaji -- issmey itna sharmaane kee jarurat nahi hai… aaj kal sabhi chhote-bade eisee kitaabe padhte hai..meri beti Pinki padhti hai, bahu padhti hai aur sabhee padhte hai.. mujhe tumse kaam hai…( there is nothing to be ashamed , these days all young and big ones read such book , my daughter Pinki reads, my bahu reads it ..all reads.. please don’t go I have some work with you..
 
I took baby in my lap and now sat on cot at some distance from chachaji..
 
Me – kyaa kaam hai ?
 
Now I was facing him , Guptaji.
 
Guptaji --- Pinki said that you know very good English .
 
Now he spoke in English .
 
Me -- I don’t know ..
 
He took out a newspaper from same bag, turned pages and after folding it at proper place gave to me. He told me to read a news item about judge . I saw that his fingers fumbled inside in bag and then after few minutes he took out hand .
 
He told me to read out that news item. I looked at chachaji and he patted my cheeks ..and told me to read. I read first silently but he insisted to read aloud . I coughed and then it took me 2 minutes to read that item .
 
Guptaji - no doubt , not only your voice is crystal clear but your pronounciation and ascent is also very good .
 
He took out something , it was a tape recorder . He rewind it and played back. I heard a voice , I was surprise to hear some female reading same news item I read just now but soon I understood that Guptaji has recorded what I was reading. I felt shy.
 
Chachaji was a silent spectator .
 
Guptaji - I think that you understood the item .
 
I nodded .
 
Guptaji ---- now, tell this in story form … in your own words…
I looked at both …
 
Chachaji now spoke but patted cheeks again…
 
Chachaji -- beti, ghabraao mut ,guptaji tumhe koi gandi kahani kahne nahi bol rahe hai ( don’t worry , he is not telling to recite any dirty story…)
 
Me - aap buss ,ghum phir kar ek jagah par aa jaate hai…( chachaji ..you are just…again and again you come back to same place..)
 
Then I took deep breath and in one go I said that story item in a story form..
 
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