02-10-2024, 12:40 PM
TRAILER
RICHA'S TRIP TO STATES
All luggage bags were packed. My wife Richa was in the taxi with 3 people - Imran, Patil sahab and Gaurav ji. They were heading towards Mumbai International Airport to catch their upcoming flight. This was about 2 weeks plan to USA trip.
The event was a 'FAREWELL'. Patil sahab's son convocation ceremony was gonna take place at Stanford University in California USA. He had completed his Masters and would very soon be working with a Multinational company. Since MRS Patil had recently got her leg fractured last week , she couldn't come to see her son even though the entire family was invited by college authorities.
However, I (bharat) was not invited as usual, Richa managed really well to get medical sick leave from her office. The HR granted her 10 days offs, moreover my wife was also much interested in travelling abroad for the very 1st time & that too America was her dream destination. She did carry few dresses including saree and western wear on Imran's command. Rest of the shopping was supposed to be done in foreign market.
In the flight lavatory itself, the action started. This time it was Gaurav ji, nephew of Patil Sahab. He managed with his uncle to keep the air hostesses busy, so that he could borrow 5-10 minutes of privacy. Since the lavatory was congested, they couldn't do much stuff and had to satisfy with normal boobs mauling, handjob and lastly a quick blowjob. Moreover, it was a public place, they couldn't take much risk of making noises or getting caught.
Richa came back and sat beside Imran, who was busy reading newspaper. She actually wanted him to take her inside. But he being an adamant boss was in no mood to have any hands on her at the moment. Meanwhile on her other side was Patil sahab, who was also busy in his phone. Seeing them all engaged, she too decided to read her magazine to kill time. It was a long 12 hr flight journey with a 2 hr layover.
Around midnight, when everyone was about to sleep after dinner. Imran gestured Richa to come to same lavatory. Richa giggled like a kid and was more than excited. She knew he was definitely gonna fuck her really hard in that compact space. She couldn't stop herself imagining her forehead getting banged at the short ceiling. Or her neck getting chocked in the Vaccumed Western commode. About 30 minutes passed and everyone went to sleep, and soon they both sneaked inside one by one.
It was really a passionate sex. He began mauling her melons at start and made her suck his dick at the very beginning. Later when it grew to size, he made her sit on the commode and inserted it directly in her pussy without any condoms. Imran kept on humping her along with offering few hard face slaps. He had already removed her dress while she was blowing him up. Her boobs were still covered in bra. He rolled the bra over them and began sucking and biting her nipples. Richa was getting turned on like a bitch. She held his hair, neck and began scratching her nails over his back. He kept on humping her like a bull and also kept on spanking her buttocks in between. About 20 minutes passed and they changed the position to doggy-style. Now it was Imran sitting on the lid closed commode, with his legs spread wide apart, his cock was standing erect like a missile about to launch, While my wife was squatting in front of him with her back towards him. Her vagina was moist enough to accept his Lund once again. SHe came near his pole and engulfed it all together from behind. there was also a mirror in front. from which both could see the action taking place. Imran held Richa's both arms and brought them back. Now he had her under his control and could make him bounce on his Dick or control the pace. Richa did really well in pleasing her man for next 15 min and finally he discharged inside her.
Richa took the toilet paper to wipe her oriface and also helped Imran to get cleaned. They both exited the lavatory together. Since everyone was asleep, no suspicion arose and they could swiftly slide back to their respective seats. And began to sleep by reclining their chairs as if nothing happened.
Around 10 AM in the morning, came the voice of capton from the cabin. Announcement was made that they will be landing to California in around 1 hr. Complementary breakfast were provided.
After standing in line for VISA for 30 min, finally my wife was now in her dreamsland USA. They were picked up by TAXI at the airport itself and were taken to Patil sahab's son's condo (flat). It was a spacious 3 BHK apartment with mostly bachelors staying nearby. Those were all students who came for educational purpose from different parts of world. His son had already made the arrangements for their arrival. But didn't had any idea of Richa. He thought, it would be his Mom-dad, cousin and a friend of dad (Imran).
However, upon seeing my beautiful wife Richa in the evening, he literally lost his mind. She was looking very beautiful in a grey saree with white blouse. The saree was hugging her body, displaying ample curves. It was perfectly dbangd below her waist, exposing much of navel. Also the blouse was backless with narrow shoulder straps displaying enough flesh. Imran had already instructed her to look best for Patil sahab's son.
Patil sahab's son Ajinkya was a handsome guy in his late 20s. He came to US 3 years ago. Although not pervert as his father, still he had lust for Indian woman irrespective of having fucked multiple chicks in foreign lands. Even after having a blonde girlfriend here in USA, he couldn't help keeping his eye of my sexy hot wife. Such was the aura of Richa, her seductive appearance could make you forget your girlfriend as well.
"FAAR MOTHA ZALA MAZA MULGA, LAVKAR LAVKAR SHIKSHAN PAN PURNA ZALA, AATA AAPLYA PAAYA WAR UBHA RAHANAR....MAST NAUKRI KARUN PAISE KAMAVNAAR"
"My son has now grown up , he has completed studies so quick, now he will stand on his feet, earn money by doing job "
Patil sahab hugged his son after seeing him. There were tears in his eyes seeing his son after really long. Then he introduced rest of them - Gaurav ji, Imran and Richa.
Ajinkya already knew Gaurav ji who was his cousin. But he was meeting Imran and Richa for the very first time. Hence Patil sahab had to give some background of Imran being his business partner and when it came to Richa.
Patil sahab boasted - "Bagh, tuzya sathi me Bharatata tun kay aanla aahe, hi bai aahe tuzya vadh divsa chi ani shikshan purna zalya chi bakshish. Maagche 3 janm-divas tu aamchya bina ghalavle . Aani aamhi tula kahi bhet nahi deu shaklo. Bichara mulga...... Pan ya veles me tuzya sathi ekdum mast kadak item aanli aahe aplya deshatna. Hila aat gheun jaa . bilkul khulli chhut ahe mazya kadna.
Ajinkya was excited after hearing Richa's introduction. He understood very well the purpose of bringing her. But was hesitant at first bcoz of his dad being around. He could no way ask his dad about banging her. Patil sahab, being a caring father, understood his dilemma. He decided to break the ice for his son and make them more comfortable.
Mr. Patil proudly pulled her on his lap. He spread her legs around his legs and made her sit down. ek number chi raand ahe hi….kahi hi karu shakto tu tichya sobat! she is a big time whore….you can do literally anything and she cooperates!)”, he announced.
“Aahes na raand? (Aren’t you a big time whore?)”, Mr. Patil this time asked my wife in an authoritive tone. Richa could understand his question but couldn’t answer, instead she just lowered her gaze. This time she got a tight slap across her face by Mr. Patil that made her fumble. Gaurav ji supported her from falling and when she was stepping up again on Mr. Patil’s lap, she was slapped again on her butts by both PAtil sahab and Gaurav ji. She moaned a bit in pain when it was repeated equally hard.
Ajinkya was delighted seeing her humiliation, this time he tried to play his cards over her.
“Baba ni prashna vicharla ki tyache uttar dyayche….samajla ka raand? (When you’re asked a question…you have to provide an answer. Do you understand that, you whore bitch?)”, Ajinkya spoke this time trying to establish his authority. When Richa continued looking down, she was slapped one more time by Patil sahab. “To kay bol la te kalale ka? (Did you understand what he said?)”, shouted Mr. Patil. “Marathi visarli ka re hi ? kalat nahi ka re bhadvi la? (Has she forgotten marathi ? Doesn't she understand what he is saying?)”, Ajinkya asked Mr. Patil. No response from her infuriated Mr. Patil further and he unleashed a second strong slap on the other side of her face and asked her, “Sagla kalata ...thamb dakhavto hila .....Sang Rande? Bolnar ki nahi?(She understands everything ....wait I will show you ....Slut !! Won’t you talk?)”.
“Haan! (Yes!)”, my wife responded fairly quick this time. They all smiled at this. Richa knew it was just the beginning of her degradation for the reminder of time. But she tried to stay calm and composed to ensure there weren’t any complaints to Imran
“Aata bol….sagla kahi karu denar na tu mazya mula la ? (Now tell us if you will allow my son to do whatever he wants)”, asked Mr. Patil.
“kuthun aliye kuthun hee? (Where does she come from?)”, asked Ajinkya.
Before Richa could answer, Mr. Patil responded to him. “Mazya mitra Imran la bus madhe bhetli ekda. To mhanala ki patkan zavayla tayaar zali. Ani fakta zavat nahi…...sagla kahi gupchup karun dete… ek divashi aaplya ghari gheun ala hota… me zavun ghetla ani nantar gaand vagaire pan chatun ghetli… Aaj tu maja kar mag udya aaplya la milun tiche boche and mummay fodun kadhayche ahet….baghu kiti sahan karte te….Me tula lakdi kadi aanun deto......mast gand laal karshil Ajinkya hichi....ekdum tamatar sarkhi vhahyla hawi.... Imran bol la ahe…bindhas foda mhanun.
(Imran met her in a bus once while travelling. He said she was an easy prey, agreed to screw easily. He has tried her not just for screwing but a lot of other things too and she cooperates without resistance. When Imran brought her at our home last time, I first screwed her hard and then had her lick my body, even my asshole and she did well. Today you shall have fun with her and then later we all are going to taste her pain quotient. Imran said We could try anything. I am going to spank her bums and breasts. Also I will give you a long wooden stick Ajinkya, you have to cane her ass as well as entire body until its red like riped tomato)”. Richa could see both Ajinkya and Gaurav ji was awestruck hearing what Mr. Patil said. But she was more worried knowing his intentions.
Mr. Patil continued, “Rahayla aaplya Pune shahar madhe flat pan ahe ahe…ani changli nokri pan ahe… company madhe….mahit nahi kasha kay Randi Giri karayla tayar zali….Imran la maanle pahije! (She stays in Pune having a flat and has a good job too. She work in nice company. I wonder how this sluttiness was discovered. Kudos to Imran!),” Richa could understand it but the laughter that followed Mr. Patil’s words humiliated her even further. The conversation and information about my wife’s background probably encounraged the him more.
Ajinkya pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. Richa couldn't react as he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to handle .
RICHA'S TRIP TO STATES
All luggage bags were packed. My wife Richa was in the taxi with 3 people - Imran, Patil sahab and Gaurav ji. They were heading towards Mumbai International Airport to catch their upcoming flight. This was about 2 weeks plan to USA trip.
The event was a 'FAREWELL'. Patil sahab's son convocation ceremony was gonna take place at Stanford University in California USA. He had completed his Masters and would very soon be working with a Multinational company. Since MRS Patil had recently got her leg fractured last week , she couldn't come to see her son even though the entire family was invited by college authorities.
However, I (bharat) was not invited as usual, Richa managed really well to get medical sick leave from her office. The HR granted her 10 days offs, moreover my wife was also much interested in travelling abroad for the very 1st time & that too America was her dream destination. She did carry few dresses including saree and western wear on Imran's command. Rest of the shopping was supposed to be done in foreign market.
In the flight lavatory itself, the action started. This time it was Gaurav ji, nephew of Patil Sahab. He managed with his uncle to keep the air hostesses busy, so that he could borrow 5-10 minutes of privacy. Since the lavatory was congested, they couldn't do much stuff and had to satisfy with normal boobs mauling, handjob and lastly a quick blowjob. Moreover, it was a public place, they couldn't take much risk of making noises or getting caught.
Richa came back and sat beside Imran, who was busy reading newspaper. She actually wanted him to take her inside. But he being an adamant boss was in no mood to have any hands on her at the moment. Meanwhile on her other side was Patil sahab, who was also busy in his phone. Seeing them all engaged, she too decided to read her magazine to kill time. It was a long 12 hr flight journey with a 2 hr layover.
Around midnight, when everyone was about to sleep after dinner. Imran gestured Richa to come to same lavatory. Richa giggled like a kid and was more than excited. She knew he was definitely gonna fuck her really hard in that compact space. She couldn't stop herself imagining her forehead getting banged at the short ceiling. Or her neck getting chocked in the Vaccumed Western commode. About 30 minutes passed and everyone went to sleep, and soon they both sneaked inside one by one.
It was really a passionate sex. He began mauling her melons at start and made her suck his dick at the very beginning. Later when it grew to size, he made her sit on the commode and inserted it directly in her pussy without any condoms. Imran kept on humping her along with offering few hard face slaps. He had already removed her dress while she was blowing him up. Her boobs were still covered in bra. He rolled the bra over them and began sucking and biting her nipples. Richa was getting turned on like a bitch. She held his hair, neck and began scratching her nails over his back. He kept on humping her like a bull and also kept on spanking her buttocks in between. About 20 minutes passed and they changed the position to doggy-style. Now it was Imran sitting on the lid closed commode, with his legs spread wide apart, his cock was standing erect like a missile about to launch, While my wife was squatting in front of him with her back towards him. Her vagina was moist enough to accept his Lund once again. SHe came near his pole and engulfed it all together from behind. there was also a mirror in front. from which both could see the action taking place. Imran held Richa's both arms and brought them back. Now he had her under his control and could make him bounce on his Dick or control the pace. Richa did really well in pleasing her man for next 15 min and finally he discharged inside her.
Richa took the toilet paper to wipe her oriface and also helped Imran to get cleaned. They both exited the lavatory together. Since everyone was asleep, no suspicion arose and they could swiftly slide back to their respective seats. And began to sleep by reclining their chairs as if nothing happened.
Around 10 AM in the morning, came the voice of capton from the cabin. Announcement was made that they will be landing to California in around 1 hr. Complementary breakfast were provided.
After standing in line for VISA for 30 min, finally my wife was now in her dreamsland USA. They were picked up by TAXI at the airport itself and were taken to Patil sahab's son's condo (flat). It was a spacious 3 BHK apartment with mostly bachelors staying nearby. Those were all students who came for educational purpose from different parts of world. His son had already made the arrangements for their arrival. But didn't had any idea of Richa. He thought, it would be his Mom-dad, cousin and a friend of dad (Imran).
However, upon seeing my beautiful wife Richa in the evening, he literally lost his mind. She was looking very beautiful in a grey saree with white blouse. The saree was hugging her body, displaying ample curves. It was perfectly dbangd below her waist, exposing much of navel. Also the blouse was backless with narrow shoulder straps displaying enough flesh. Imran had already instructed her to look best for Patil sahab's son.
Patil sahab's son Ajinkya was a handsome guy in his late 20s. He came to US 3 years ago. Although not pervert as his father, still he had lust for Indian woman irrespective of having fucked multiple chicks in foreign lands. Even after having a blonde girlfriend here in USA, he couldn't help keeping his eye of my sexy hot wife. Such was the aura of Richa, her seductive appearance could make you forget your girlfriend as well.
"FAAR MOTHA ZALA MAZA MULGA, LAVKAR LAVKAR SHIKSHAN PAN PURNA ZALA, AATA AAPLYA PAAYA WAR UBHA RAHANAR....MAST NAUKRI KARUN PAISE KAMAVNAAR"
"My son has now grown up , he has completed studies so quick, now he will stand on his feet, earn money by doing job "
Patil sahab hugged his son after seeing him. There were tears in his eyes seeing his son after really long. Then he introduced rest of them - Gaurav ji, Imran and Richa.
Ajinkya already knew Gaurav ji who was his cousin. But he was meeting Imran and Richa for the very first time. Hence Patil sahab had to give some background of Imran being his business partner and when it came to Richa.
Patil sahab boasted - "Bagh, tuzya sathi me Bharatata tun kay aanla aahe, hi bai aahe tuzya vadh divsa chi ani shikshan purna zalya chi bakshish. Maagche 3 janm-divas tu aamchya bina ghalavle . Aani aamhi tula kahi bhet nahi deu shaklo. Bichara mulga...... Pan ya veles me tuzya sathi ekdum mast kadak item aanli aahe aplya deshatna. Hila aat gheun jaa . bilkul khulli chhut ahe mazya kadna.
Ajinkya was excited after hearing Richa's introduction. He understood very well the purpose of bringing her. But was hesitant at first bcoz of his dad being around. He could no way ask his dad about banging her. Patil sahab, being a caring father, understood his dilemma. He decided to break the ice for his son and make them more comfortable.
Mr. Patil proudly pulled her on his lap. He spread her legs around his legs and made her sit down. ek number chi raand ahe hi….kahi hi karu shakto tu tichya sobat! she is a big time whore….you can do literally anything and she cooperates!)”, he announced.
“Aahes na raand? (Aren’t you a big time whore?)”, Mr. Patil this time asked my wife in an authoritive tone. Richa could understand his question but couldn’t answer, instead she just lowered her gaze. This time she got a tight slap across her face by Mr. Patil that made her fumble. Gaurav ji supported her from falling and when she was stepping up again on Mr. Patil’s lap, she was slapped again on her butts by both PAtil sahab and Gaurav ji. She moaned a bit in pain when it was repeated equally hard.
Ajinkya was delighted seeing her humiliation, this time he tried to play his cards over her.
“Baba ni prashna vicharla ki tyache uttar dyayche….samajla ka raand? (When you’re asked a question…you have to provide an answer. Do you understand that, you whore bitch?)”, Ajinkya spoke this time trying to establish his authority. When Richa continued looking down, she was slapped one more time by Patil sahab. “To kay bol la te kalale ka? (Did you understand what he said?)”, shouted Mr. Patil. “Marathi visarli ka re hi ? kalat nahi ka re bhadvi la? (Has she forgotten marathi ? Doesn't she understand what he is saying?)”, Ajinkya asked Mr. Patil. No response from her infuriated Mr. Patil further and he unleashed a second strong slap on the other side of her face and asked her, “Sagla kalata ...thamb dakhavto hila .....Sang Rande? Bolnar ki nahi?(She understands everything ....wait I will show you ....Slut !! Won’t you talk?)”.
“Haan! (Yes!)”, my wife responded fairly quick this time. They all smiled at this. Richa knew it was just the beginning of her degradation for the reminder of time. But she tried to stay calm and composed to ensure there weren’t any complaints to Imran
“Aata bol….sagla kahi karu denar na tu mazya mula la ? (Now tell us if you will allow my son to do whatever he wants)”, asked Mr. Patil.
“kuthun aliye kuthun hee? (Where does she come from?)”, asked Ajinkya.
Before Richa could answer, Mr. Patil responded to him. “Mazya mitra Imran la bus madhe bhetli ekda. To mhanala ki patkan zavayla tayaar zali. Ani fakta zavat nahi…...sagla kahi gupchup karun dete… ek divashi aaplya ghari gheun ala hota… me zavun ghetla ani nantar gaand vagaire pan chatun ghetli… Aaj tu maja kar mag udya aaplya la milun tiche boche and mummay fodun kadhayche ahet….baghu kiti sahan karte te….Me tula lakdi kadi aanun deto......mast gand laal karshil Ajinkya hichi....ekdum tamatar sarkhi vhahyla hawi.... Imran bol la ahe…bindhas foda mhanun.
(Imran met her in a bus once while travelling. He said she was an easy prey, agreed to screw easily. He has tried her not just for screwing but a lot of other things too and she cooperates without resistance. When Imran brought her at our home last time, I first screwed her hard and then had her lick my body, even my asshole and she did well. Today you shall have fun with her and then later we all are going to taste her pain quotient. Imran said We could try anything. I am going to spank her bums and breasts. Also I will give you a long wooden stick Ajinkya, you have to cane her ass as well as entire body until its red like riped tomato)”. Richa could see both Ajinkya and Gaurav ji was awestruck hearing what Mr. Patil said. But she was more worried knowing his intentions.
Mr. Patil continued, “Rahayla aaplya Pune shahar madhe flat pan ahe ahe…ani changli nokri pan ahe… company madhe….mahit nahi kasha kay Randi Giri karayla tayar zali….Imran la maanle pahije! (She stays in Pune having a flat and has a good job too. She work in nice company. I wonder how this sluttiness was discovered. Kudos to Imran!),” Richa could understand it but the laughter that followed Mr. Patil’s words humiliated her even further. The conversation and information about my wife’s background probably encounraged the him more.
Ajinkya pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. Richa couldn't react as he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to handle .
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